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Ball Brawl - Round 2

It was another busy night at the Brawl bar, the sounds of voices, drinks being poured and the hustle and bustle of the crowd filled the room. Mack sat in his booth, surrounded by his harem. He leaned back, in against the soft cushioned back of the booth and relaxed. Mack grabbed his mug of beer and downed half of the beer, in a single gulp. He then placed the mug gently on the table, then reached his arm around the shoulders of the rabbit sitting next to him, and pulled him in close. The rabbit turned to face him. Mack leaned in close and kissed the rabbit on the lips, at the same time he reached under the table and slipped his paw over the rabbit's crotch, groping him through his shorts, feeling his soft orbs, gently rubbing them between his fingers. The rabbit blushed, then wrapped his arms around Mack and pulled him closer, and kissed him deeply on the lips, he pushed his tongue into Mack's mouth. The two kissed for a few moments, before the rabbit leaned back and sat back down next to Mack.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the bar, a sharply dressed weasel was taking bets. Charlie, worked at the betting table, he wore tweed jacket with dress pants because he liked the style, and he wore a hard cup, similar to the ones worn by baseballs players. Because he had his balls crushed by patrons, one too many times. Tonight's fighters are Chuck, a large muscle bound bear and Tom the wolf. Charlie had seen both of these guys fight before last year. Chuck is a massive grizzly bear, incredibly strong, and with an extremely high pain tolerance. His biggest weakness is he is too overconfident and frequently leaves himself open to attacks as well as a general failure to strategize. Tom on the other hand is medium build and above average strength and speed. He could generally out maneuver Chuck, but has a hard time taking him out because of how tough Chuck is. Just then the 5 minute bell rang, and betting was closed. Charlie began to turn down the remaining furs in the line. After a while almost all the furs had gone back to their seats, except for a couple of patron who were waiting in line at the bar to buy drinks, and the waitresses and waiters.

A tall red vixen came out of the hallway connecting the bar area to the locker rooms. She wore short shorts and a tight cutoff t-shirt. She walked across the floor towards the ball brawl fight ring. She walked up the attached stairs and entered the arena. She held up her wireless microphone and spoke "Tonight's' match of Ball Brawl will be between Chuck 'Big Bear' Sanders". As she spoke a large grizzly bear, nearly 7 feet tall and built like a brick, wearing nothing but a pair of confederate flag boxing shorts. He strode confidently across the room towards the arena. The crowd applauds him and he waves back at them as he enters the arena and walks over to his corner. The announcer continues "His opponent will be Tom the wolf". A tall grey wolf wearing blue boxer short and a blue sports jersey emerges from the hallway leading to the locker room. He strolls towards the arena and climbs up the stairs and walk into the arena and heads to his corner. The announcer waves both fighter up to the center ring, she counts down "3....2.....1......Fight" then backs off and leaves the arena, closing the gate behind her.

Tom immediately lunges at the bear, thrusting his foot towards the bear's cub-makers. Chuck doesn't even bother to block or dodge. He just stands there and lets the hit connect. The wolf's foot smashes into chuck's balls. Chuck lets out a short grunt, as he nuts got smashed. "Is that all you got, boy!" Bellowed chuck. The wolf just gasped in shock. "Boy, you hit like a girl" roared the bear in a Deep South drawl. The wolf took a few steps back and made a running start at the bear's berries and smashed his foot up against the bear's nutsack. Chuck grunted again. Then he yelled "Boy, Let me show you how it's done". The bear lunges at the wolf, who immediately tries to dodge out of the way, but is not quiet fast enough. Chuck grabs the wolf around the chest and picks him up in a bear hug, crushing his the wolf against his chest. The wolf squirms and tries to thrash his legs, but can't break free of the bear's grasp. The bear then hold the wolf out at arm's length. Then swings a mighty knee up into the wolf's dangling puppy-makers. He catches both orbs dead on, and grinds them hard against his pelvis. The wolf can only let out a silent scream as his puppy-maker got ground to jelly. After a few moments of grinding. The bear drops his victim. The wolf lands on his feet and immediately cups his aching nutsack. And starts to wobble around trying not to fall down. Chuck just steps back and watches his handiwork. "There, boy. That's how you crush a pair of testicles." He said while laughing. Tom was too focused on the blinding pain in his balls to notice the bear's mocking insults.

Meanwhile the weasel at the betting table was thinking "Chuck, stop fucking around and go for the pin already".

In the fight arena, the bear was strutting for the audience and mocking the wolf who was on his knees moaning in pain. The wolf slowly stood up again, while the bear was strutting for the crowd. The wolf staggered for a moment as he tried to block out the pain. Then he charged chuck and leapt onto his and quickly threw a barrage of fists against the back of the bears head, getting in a couple of wild blows before jumping off again. Barely dodging the bear's arms as he reached up to grab the wolf. The bear landed cleanly on his feet on the other side of the ring. Chuck let out a roar, and charged at Tom. But Chuck was still a little dizzy from the blows to the skull and went just a little bit off course. Tom rolled to the side and tripped the bear as he barreled past. Chuck tumbles to the ground and face plants in the middle of the arena. Tom runs up behind the bear and pulls the bear's short's down to his knees, exposing his giant hairy ass and massive balls. Tom began to kick the bear's massive orbs, ruthlessly pounding on them with his feet, just completely going to town. The bear lean out a silent scream as the wolf pounded his cub makers. He began to thrash, but just got his legs tangled on his own shorts. Chuck struggled to get up as the wolf continued to beat his tender spuds. The wolf gets in another dozen hits as the bear stands up. Tom the wolf, nimbly leaps back out of the bear's reach. Chuck looks at Tom, too far away to grab, and since he shorts are still around his knees, he would trip if he tried to charge. Quickly he bends down to yank up his shorts. Tom charged forward and slammed his knee into the bear's face as he pulled up his shorts. Chuck stumbles back and Tom follows keeps up the attack and punches the bear in the balls. Before jumping back before the bear could counterattack. Chuck was tough as hell, but he was finally starting to waver. Tom grinned, if he could keep up the pressure, he will win.

Chuck switched tactics, and instead of charging, he slowly approached Tom, while keeping his guard up. Tom dashed at the bear, but the bear counter by bashing the wolf upside the head with a heavy blow. The wolf was knocked clear off his feet and into the guard rail, smacking his head and shoulders against the Plexiglas wall beneath the guard rail. He the collapsed onto the floor. Tom awkwardly tried to scramble to his feet. Chuck grabs the wolf by the shoulders and picks him up, then smashes his other might paw up between the wolf's legs, with a mighty thud. The wolf lets out a high pitch shriek as his nads are smashed. He struggles and squirms trying to break free, but is still reeling from the recent collision with the guard railing and is unable to break free. The bear smashes the wolf's delicate puppy-makers with another thunders punch, and the wolf screeches in pain again. The wolf is overcome by pain now, he shakes and feebly cups his balls. Suddenly the bears fist smashes into the wolf's crotch, making him scream again, before wrapping his fist around the wolf's tenders and squeezing them viciously for about a minute, before dropping the crying wolf on the arena floor. The wolf immediately curls up into a ball, cupping his shattered testicles with both paws. The referee counts down from ten, but the wolf only shivers on the floor cupping his nuts. The countdown runs out and Chuck is declared the winner. He flexes his muscles for the cheering crowd before strutting out of the arena. After a couple minutes several of the arena staff enter the ring to carry the wolf out of the ring.