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Sucker Punch

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Author: Jake-Rabbit

https://jake-rabbit.sofurry.com/

Twitter: @DamnDirtyFurry

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Malla felt Gundar's fist hit him nearly before he saw it; the impact on the corner of his muzzle registering with him a split second before he saw the punch coming. A true sucker punch if ever there was one, and the canin hit hard. Malla's body twisted and he fell to the ground, landing on concrete and sending his belongings out to his side in a sort of perverse yard sale. When he was able to gather his composure, he knew for sure that one of his incisors was chipped, and was momentarily thankful that it would grow back. He felt a hot, wet sensation run down the white of his muzzle, and figured his nose took a good whack, too.

Malla Irza wasn't big by any means; as mus went, he was probably on the short end of the species. His fur was stark white all over, and ran thin along his tail and low-set, large, murine ears. He wasn't particularly muscular, and at the moment, his blue eyes were watery from the blow.

A dark boot came crashing down onto his chest and summarily knocked the wind out of him, pinning him into the ground. In between gasps, he looked up, matching eyes with Gundar, whose stern disapproval showed quite clearly on his face, the red-furred canine's muzzle screwed up in a vicious snarl, baring sharp, yellowed teeth. He'd rolled his t-shirt rolled up over his biceps, ostensibly to show off his imposing stature.

"You little punk. I owe you a lot more than just a bloody nose, you know that?" Gundar was snarling and spittle landed across Malla's face in a foul shower.

"Oh? And just to what do I owe this beating to this time, hm?" Malla sniffed, squinting his eyes at a sucking pain. His sinuses were swelling up already.

"You know perfectly well what. Now I'm not going to be able to graduate until the next session because of you! You little snitch."

Malla beamed. He'd spotted Gundar cheating on his final exam, surreptitiously swapping answers with another student in the back. While he'd hoped that he'd been a bit more subtle than he was in altering the teaching assistant to the deed, apparently it was not enough. Word got around. No matter. It stuck in his craw that anyone would work so hard all year, only to be bullied into dragging along an imbecile like Gundar. It was worth an insignificant beating, in his mind.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but you must have me confused. If you're looking to blame anyone, blame yourself for being so obvious as to change up your seat, on the final day of class, and sit yourself next to the smartest but most meek student in the class." Malla sneered, then realized that was likely the wrong answer as another fist pounded the same corner of his muzzle. This one stunned him; his ears rang.

"Got a mouth on you. That's going to earn you more than just a bloody nose." Gundar wound up, pulling his fist back. Malla winced.

"Fuck! Gundar, let's go. Patrol car comin' around the bend." One of Gundar's cronies was pulling back on the canin's shirt.

Gundar looked up and spotted the red and white patrol car creeping around the corner, hovering low over the ground on an antigrav cushion.

"I'll find you soon, Malla. I've got all the time in the world now to make you miserable." Gundar delivered another pop of a blow and then stood up quickly, running away from the scene.

Conveniently, they were all out of view just as the car spotted Malla, whom was curled up and holding his bloodied muzzle. It sped up and pulled up alongside him. A large, muscled mujina stepped out, and she briskly walked in front of the car, kneeling down to Malla's side.

"Son, you OK?" She asked, pulling out a small medkit from a pocket on her vest.

Malla looked up towards her badger face, admiring the stark black and white stripes and short, cropped white hair she sported. He shook his head.

"Yeah. Just peachy. Thought I'd see just how well my muzzle held up to an immovable object. Obviously, I lost."

The officer reached out with a bit of gauze and dabbed at his muzzle. "Yeah, well, that immovable object got a name?"

Malla shook his head again and held the gauze against his nose. "Yeah, but I suppose I was askin' for it."

She sat next to him and clucked her tongue. "No one asks for a beating. Least not anyone with a head on their shoulders. And you don't look like the stupid type."

"Only on special occasions. This might have been one."

"Sure you don't want to give me a name?"

"Sure as I don't want to incur another beating, yeah."

She reached out with her large hand and peeled the gauze away from Malla's muzzle, holding his hand for a moment. "Fine.You look like you'll be alright. But you call if you get in trouble, huh?" She gently pressed that gauze and Malla's hand back to his muzzle. "Keep pressure on it, it'll stop."

Malla nodded to her and smiled, though the gesture made him wince. "Urf. Thanks."

"You want a ride home?"

"Nuh, I live pretty close by. I'll be okay."

"If you say so. I'm going to go for a midday drive, see the sights, tour the neighborhood, see if I can't, you know, find someone with part of your pride on his knuckles." She smiled and ruffled Malla's short hair before tucking her calling card into one of his pockets.

"Stay safe, kiddo. Or at least run fast, okay?"

"I'll try to not let my mouth run before my feet do."

"Good plan." She stepped back into her cruiser and engaged the drive, cruising down the street towards where Gundar and his mob had gone.

Malla sat for a few more moments to gather himself, then hauled up to his feet. He collected what of his belongings had been laid out on the street, then started to walk back towards home, holding the side of his muzzle with a groan. His slacks were scuffed up, and there were drops of his own blood along his pressed blue dress shirt. He felt like a mess. His head felt like it was full of cotton.

At least the scenery this time of year was enough to distract him. He rather liked how the trees came into their full foliage in summertime; giant umbrellas that soaked up as much of the suns as they could, providing some modicum of shade for anything living underneath them. The sickly sweet scent of flowering trees certainly didn't do much for his sinuses, however.

About halfway home, he heard a familiar voice behind him, and immediately felt a mix of emotions; elation and dread at the same time.

"Mal! Hey Mal! Wait up, man!" It was Rika, another student he knew quite well, indeed.

Malla waited in place, not turning around to see him just yet. He heard the patter of footsteps as Rika ran up to him, and then very nearly melted into the familiar, comfortable feel of the other boy's arm wrapping around his middle, and the fond scent of him, although tinged by the copper in his nose. He turned his head to see a brown and white speckled mus, about as short as he was, with big, green eyes and a mop of brown fur atop his head, messily brushed forwards.

Those big eyes and Rika's usual happy expression melted quickly when he saw his friend's bloodied, pinkened muzzle.

"Oh! Oh what happened to you?" Rika was already fussing up near Malla's muzzle, trying to peek under the gauze.

"Oh nothing, just a little altercation with everyone's favorite classmate."

Rika wrinkled his nose and batted away Malla's hands from his muzzle, peeking under the gauze.

"Tch. He did a number on you. Was it worth it?"

"Mmph. Answer unclear. Ask me again when my head stops throbbing."

"Well at least it's not bleeding anymore." Rika lowered the gauze. "Malla, you always manage to piss off the wrong people...right people?"

Malla smiled and wrapped his arm around Rika's waist. "How about just a 'yes' on that, huh?"

"Just can't let things go, can you?"

"Suppose not."

"Well, so long as you don't let me go, then I suppose it's okay."

Malla laughed, then turned back to Rika and smiled. "Come on. I need to get cleaned up and changed.

Rika nodded. "Alright. Then out to dinner, right?"

"Right."

Rika smiled and slid his hand down Malla's arm to take his hand in a firm grip, the both of them resuming the walk to his house.

"So...what exactly DID you do this time?"

"...well, you see, I was taking the advanced physics final..."

***

"You really told him that? No wonder he boxed your muzzle good. But it sounds like he had it coming, huh?" Rika was busy using a warm, wet cloth to dab at Malla's muzzle, trying his best to clean the blood stains from his friend's face.

"Suppose so, but ask me how I feel about that in the morning when all this is stiff." Malla flexed a cheek and groaned.

"It'll be okay. All he did was split your lip and give you a bloody nose. The chipped tooth will take care of itself, really."

"Suppose so." He smiled, watching Rika fuss over him, his heart melting at seeing him so concerned. He reached up and took both of Rika's hands in his, then leaned in, touching lips with him, lidding his eyes.

Rika gently pressed back into the kiss, lacing his fingers with Malla's, a subtle squeeze given back before he moved in closer to where Malla had been leaning back against the bathroom counter, pressing himself in closely. They kissed for a long moment, before Malla had turned his muzzle to deepen it and then winced, pulling his head back.

"Ow. Damn it.." He touched along his lip and looked at his fingertip.

"Careful. Don't want to split it again." Rika leaned over and kissed at that fingertip, looking up at him.

"Not making this any easier."

"Fine." Rika nodded and started in on unbuttoning Malla's shirt, letting his nose brush along and through the fur underneath as it was exposed. "So we'll talk about dinner. Think you can handle Lapin food?" He planted a soft kiss to Malla's chest, eliciting a groan.

"Might sting my new fashion accessory, but I'll gladly throw myself on that grenade."

Rika continued unbuttoning. "What else do you want to throw yourself on?" His lips trailed a series of hot kisses down along Malla's chest and then along that thin-furred belly of his.

Malla sucked in a breath. "You've a mind, don't you?"

"A damned good one, I think." A kiss delivered under that navel.

"For one with only one track." Malla's eyes were watching him, now.

"Mmm. Well played." Another kiss, right above the waistband of his trousers, and then a set of dextrous fingers working the trousers loose.

"I don't think I got any blood on my pants." Malla's breathing was quickening, and his belly was tense.

"I'm just being thorough."

"That's a new one."

"I care for your health and well-being, Mal." Rika had started to peel those trousers open, kissing at the slightly thinning fur that led down towards Malla's groin, his nose flaring at the scent contained therein.

"Nnnf. Funniest physical I've ever received."

Rika snorted, then plucked at a hair on Malla's belly. "Shut up. You'll make me laugh and lose my mood." He grasped at the waist of those trousers and pulled downwards slowly, following the fabric with his nose, lips, and breath.

Malla gasped and arched his hips into a particularly breathy kiss that washed warm air down over his pale pink cock and white velvet furred balls, his pants having been pulled down in one deliberately slow, fluid movement.

"Ah. Didn't know..ooh..that was possible, really...." He gently cupped Rika's ear into a hand and stroked it from base to tip, making the other male shiver before he'd turned his muzzle inwards, lipping along Malla's half-hard length, hands holding on firmly to his hips.

Malla's toes spread out on the bathroom flooring, and he caressed both of Rika's ears, stroking along them lovingly, fingers occasionally digging into the fur along his friend's cheeks, ruffling them up. When he felt Rika's muzzle start to wrap about his hardening shaft, he let out a soft moan, closing his eyes and just enjoying the sensation. His cock was soon engulfed in his friend's hot and wet muzzle, a familiar sensation that still made his toes curl up every time.

Rika started to bob his mouth along Malla's stiffening pink length, rolling his tongue along the soft underbelly of it, looking up to see his best friend gasping and blissed out. His hands caressed along the white-furred murine's thighs and rear end, squeezing back along the cheeks, but keeping a focused attention towards rolling that tongue along the spongy flesh of his tip. Rika let one hand drift downwards, slipping it into his own shorts, wrapping about his length and slowly working himself over as well, at least until he felt a familiar tug on his ear.

"Unh. Mmmph. C'mon..."

Rika blushed hotly, knowing what that meant. He drew his muzzle back from Malla's shaft and left a departing kiss upon his tip before standing up, hand still stuffed into his shorts. He pressed back into an offered kiss, entangling himself with his best friend, his lover. Hands slid from inside his clothing, and instead tugged his shirt up and off, and then quickly shucked his shorts down.

Malla's hands caressed along Rika's bare chest, thumb and fingers teasing along the other male's darker nipples, giving them a slight tug in order to elicit a gasp and whine. As those shorts came down the brown-furred mus' hips, he felt his lover's shaft brush up against his own; an electric rush of sensation that led to the both of them pulling each other in tightly, and a kiss shared deeply, passionately.

Malla took Rika by the hand and led him into the adjoined bedroom, and with a grin, pushed the brown-furred male onto the bed, causing him to land on his chest.

"Ahn! Hey now, be careful, okay! Just cause you got it rough earlier..." Rika protested.

Malla was quickly on top of his back and nipping along the scruff of his neck in little love bites. "Never stopped me before, have you?"

Rika squirmed in place, letting out a little gasp as he felt Malla dock underneath his tail. "Nnh! No...I suppose not." He stretched out, arms forwards towards the headboard, and then arched his rear upwards, letting his tan-furred tail coil forwards to expose him, his dusky-fleshed shaft hanging stiff between his legs. He felt Malla lean forwards and grasp something out of a drawer, then squeaked out loudly at the feel of cool gel being applied under his uplifted tail.

"Could at least..ah!...warm it up a little?"

"Sure, You wait here for a few minutes while I go do that." Malla nipped again.

Rika whined, pushing back against the fingers that were rolling, teasing, and prodding about underneath him. "I take it back, then...."

Malla smiled, using that same hand to stroke along his shaft, getting his length slick and wet. He was unable to help but hunch into his own hand a moment before placing those paws under Rika's hips, shifting against him and pulling him back. He gasped out and heard Rika moan under him, that pale, stiff length sliding deep underneath his tail.

Rika pushed back into the slick penetration, feeling his own cock lurch between his thighs. His hands grasped at the bedsheets and he tilted his head back and to the side, exposing more of his neck for the love-bites that Malla often gave. The touch of a slickened hand along his stiff shaft was an added pleasure, and Rika thrust into it, meeting his lover's rhythm.

Breaths taken in quick, furtive gasps and the sounds of slickened flesh being pleasured filled the air around the two lovers. Malla's hips were impacting against Rika's rear enough to make his cheeks bounce, one hand keeping those hips lifted and held in place as the other worked quickly, pale pink palm stroking steadily, slickly over Rika's rigid, dusky length.

Rika was pushing back just as eagerly as he hunched into the caresses that Malla was giving his shaft, finding himself unable to keep up, and at that point, just giving himself in to whatever his lover decided to give him. He whined out loudly, feeling his own tension building up, his balls pulling up until the hand that was so expertly stroking along his shaft and the length buried deep under his tail set him off. With a moan and shudder, his dusky length twitched in Malla's hands, thick ropes of his come splashing along the sheets underneath him, getting caught in those pink fingers and getting stroked messily back along his bare prick.

Malla gasped and shuddered, feeling the twitch of Rika's shaft in his hand, and the hot, sticky-slick sensation of his seed splashing out onto fingers. He nipped and tugged at Rika's scruff, shifting his angle and hunching a little more desperately; perhaps a little more erratically. He felt the familiar twinge at the base of his shaft and hunched hard enough to make his lover squeak out underneath him before hilting himself deep, holding there as his own pale length throbbed. His toes dug into the sheets, body pushing Rika's into the mattress. He held a breath in for a few moments, and as he relaxed, exhaled it.

"Mmmph. Not so rough, right?" Malla kissed along Rika's ears.

"Tell that to the welts on my neck."

"You like those welts."

"I like you atop me, so I put up with the biting."

"Can't help it."

"S'why I love you. You can't help what you do."

"The only reason?"

Rika paused and thought about it. "Well, okay, you're pretty cute, too."

"That's only two. Keep going."

"Fishing for compliments?"

"Left my ego in my pants."

"Doesn't feel like it." Rika sneered, then squeaked out when he was delivered a nip to the neck. He smiled and pushed back, spooning himself back against Malla.

"So...Lapin?" Malla squeaked out as he got an elbow.

"Your after-cuddles need work. And yes, Lapin."

"With those spicy little red whatsit things?" Another elbow.

"Orsai. Do you always get hungry after sex?"

"Yes, those! And only with you. You've a talent."

"For having you happy?" Rikas asked, hopeful.

"For making me hungry. Happy's a pretty close second." Malla felt the impact of the pillow before he saw it coming. Truly, a sucker punch.