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People ask me what my first fight was like. I'd tell them that my first one was at the age of 7 when I whooped some stallions ass for talking shit about my weight. Or, I'd tell them about that one time I fought an overly arrogant wolf in a country club boxing ring. These were always good enough to tide over their question.

But I know differently, I know the real answer, the true story about my first fight.

It wasn't in a posh country club or the safety of school grounds. No, it was somewhere far worse and different, and it would shape my life forever.

It all started a while back, when I was just barely able to keep a steady life for myself. Like a lot of struggling fighters, I was strapped for cash, and it seemed that there wasn't a gym that had rosters open. I figured I would give it one more night, to see if I could get something ANYWHERE, or else I would just give it up and get a normal job like everyone else.

My answer came from a rat who was standing on a street corner.

"Hey...I hear you're looking for a fight" the rat called out to me. I don't know how he knew or just how long he was following me, but if he had some information that could make me a couple of bucks, who was I to ignore him.

"I uh..represent a guy whose throwing together a bit of a scrap tonight, in the old typewriter factory. Come alone, bring your own gear, and don't fucking nark" was all he said as he shoved a dingy card in my hands and scampered off. The card only had the address of the factory, and what looked like a pass-phrase.

"Gloved Up"

When I arrived at the building, I was hesitant. There was no one standing around outside, and I couldn't hear a peep coming from inside. Still, it was better to make a fool of my self then to chicken out. I approached the door and knocked on it. It was a good 5 minutes before I got any kind of answer. The door slightly opened and the figure of a musclebound rino stood in the way.

"Pass-phrase, now"

"Uh, Gloved Up.."

With that, he moved out of the way and ushered me inside. I was immediately bombarded with the sounds and smells of what was going on inside. It was ascent I could only describe as booze mixed with blood. It was disgusting, but somehow comforting to me. I was ushered by the same rino through the halls and into a makeshift locker room. What was once an office space was now the dirtiest locker room I've ever seen, but then again, I wasn't one to argue.

There were a couple of guys already in there, and all of them were beaten up pretty bad. I took note of two other rabbits that were patching each other up in the corner. One of them looked at me and motioned me over.

"So, you new here? Take my advice, leave now before Trev fucks you over.." he muttered. Looking to his brother, his ears pressed to his head. "We tried to take him on, the both of us. We didn't know that he was some sort of..sexual sadist who got his kicks from beating on people..."

Now I was intrigued. "I'm sorry, but whose Trev?" I asked, not really expecting the answer I was going to get.

"He's the meanest dog ever to come out of Alaska.." the other rabbit brother chimed in.

"I hear he only gets his sexual drive from his fist beating on people.." a kangaroo lying on a bench added.

As they spoke, I took another look at them and noticed something I should of spotted when I came in. These guys weren't just nursing wounds from a fight, but it looked like they were also recovering from some sort of rough sex.

These guys were fucked into submission.

Before I could ask any more questions, the same rino from before stormed in the room and got right up in my face. I growled loud and balled my hands up into fists, ready to slug this guy if he decided to start shit. The rino growled right back, looking me dead in the eye. "C'mon green, you're wanted in the ring..." was all he said. Following him down some more halls, we finally got to where the makeshift arena was. I was shoved in and the gate was closed behind me.

Getting a good look at my surroundings, it looked like the old factory floor was turned into a gladiator type of arena, with barbed wire fences forming the barrier between us and the spectators. They were a mixed crows. Most of them were obviously people off the streets and in the know who were looking for a cheap thrill. Then there were the ones who were shifting their focus from the ring to their note books. Maybe they were owners, or scouts, or something.

Then I caught gaze of him.

On the far end of the arena was the terror himself, Trev. He certainly looked the part the others were talking about. Dressed in sloppy clothes that didn't even bother to fit him, Trev was tall, muscular, and determined. I was hoping that he was a cocky bastard, but it looked like he was able to back up everything he said. When he finally caught sight of me, he snarled and stomped forward a little bit.

"What, I gotta pummel another fucking rabbit? Why don' you just stand still so I can fuck you over, pretty boy!"

The dog motioned over to his crotch, giving himself a rub before laughing and egging on the crowd, which laughed right along with him. It was at this point that I was getting fed up with him and decided to call him out.

"You think you're the only fucking cunt who gets his kicks from pain?! Have a look at this!"

With one motion I dropped my shorts and exposed my rock hard cock to my opponent. The crowd gasped and fell silent, all attention was now on the husky. Clearly, he wasn't one to be upstaged as he dropped his pants and exposed his lengthy girth. It was pretty looking, I'll give him that, but it was no excuse for him to bully others into submission.

Before either of us could get to work, the same rat that gave me the card, ran into the ring wearing some makeshift ref clothing. "Okay guys, I'm gonna go over the rules again because of the green one. You fight until one of you clowns tap out. No timer, no rules, just get into it!" he said, scampering off again.

The bell rang, and what happened next was sort of a blur. We ended up in the middle of the ring, grabbing each other and pressing in deep. Our bodies mashed on one another as we both started taking shots as we grappled along the dirty arena. He got my nose, while I blasted his lips. The pair of us ignored the stinging pain that accompanied each punch, focusing all of our attention on driving each other back.

"You got a decent dick, I'm gonna enjoy making you my bitch, rabbit!"

"Only bitch I see is you!"

That match was dead even at this point. Any kind of punch or knee we sent at one another didn't seem to faze either of us. Sure, we were bruised up pretty bad, but I didn't pay attention to those. My mid was getting that dog down, fast. I knew that if I needed to gain an upper hand, I would have to try something more..personal.

That's when I grabbed his dick.

Suddenly things slowed down, and Trev glared at me with a look that could be described as a mix between surprise and hatred. Of course I wasn't surprised when he caught my dick in his grasp. What began as a brutal meeting of fists and knee's had become something far more intimate than I could ever recall. This dog was supposed to be my opponent, the one thing I wanted to knock down, and yet, I wanted that one moment to last a lifetime. It was the perfect combination of adrenaline and pleasure that seeped through my blood, and likewise his.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end.

We began to circle one another, or hands still clamped on one another manhood. It looked more like a dance than it did a fight. At that point, I zoned the crowd out, only picking up on the hot grunts and groans coming from Trev. Suddenly, he lunged forward, getting in my face and began to jack me off. He used a steady, heavy motion, making me feel each and every movement with his hand. My cock wasn't quite prepared for that, and small droplets of pre had dripped onto his foot. He gave me a dirty cocky grin, getting right up in my face and pressing his dirty chest right onto mine.

"Fuck you..."

"Fuck you, rodent!"

Then we kissed.

Well, kiss was putting it loosely. We were embraced in something that was halfway passionate and violent; all the biting and mashing of lips and flesh. I never experienced anything like it at all in my life.

It was then he made the stupid mistake of slowing down his attempts of jacking me off.

The time to strike had come at last.

In a moment's flash, I picked up where he had dropped off, rubbing and massaging his cock good and firm. However, unlike him, I was a rabbit, and the lord granted rabbits that little gift of speed and flexibility. I picked up the speed, rubbing off his long member with a momentum I never thought I could achieve. funny the things that happen when you're put in a tight situation.

Judging by his face, he had never felt anything like it either, his expression that of shock and maybe a little bit of worry. Now I was the one making the power moves, it was I that was forcing the dog back into his proper corner of the makeshift arena. The crowd lit up with roars of encouragement and shock. Trev attempted to let loose a couple of punches in order to deter me, but they were too little too late.

His hot seed shot all over my hand and arm.

It must of been one hell of a climax for this dog. I had seldom heard the kind of moan that had escaped his lips as his cum poured out of his cock. It was such a pleasurable discharge that it rendered him onto his knees in a panting, shaking mess. Of course with such a golden moment, I had to make my move. Shoving my foot right in the dogs face, I pushed him back without him putting up much of a fight. Squatting down, I made sure my cock was right in his face, close enough where he could feel the heat from my tip brush against his lips. He thought he was getting a face full of cum, perhaps making him think he was getting off with a warning.

It was a pity, really. He never saw the fist rolling towards his face.

One blow was all it took to knock him out cold. His rough body has stopped shaking and rocking for the moment, and the crowd fell silent for what seemed like ages. I could of easily rolled him over, ripped off his jeans and fucked him like he did to so many others, but I didn't want to stoop to his level, or worse, give him that pleasure. A quick couple of strokes was all it took to get me to orgasm all over his face. It was the most satisfying discharge I had ever felt. It rocketed from my cock and splattered all over his beaten up face, a little bit dripping into his open mouth.

When I stood, the crowd went wild. I observed multiple trade offs of money. By the looks on a good number of faces, I was really at odds to loose. Making my way back out of the arena, I gave a look back at my fallen opponent, who had gotten up at this point. He nodded at me, and I back at him. Without words, we had told each other that we were good, and that our score was settled.

I pushed passed the rino and found my way outside, the cool Midwestern air brushing on my face. I then began the long walk home until I was approached by another rabbit, this one blue and white in color. He looked old, but pretty damn strong. In his hand was an envelope.

"You did good, kid. I think this belongs to you."

He handed me the envelope, and inside was the biggest wad of cash I ever earned.

"That's about 6 thousand. A lot of people, and by that I mean the whole damn house, betted against you. If you wanna keep making that kind of money, you contact me."

I had only look down to stuff the money in my pocket for a moment, and when I looked up, the rabbit was gone. All there was in his place was a businesses card, a phone number listed in plain font.

I wanted to get my foot in the door, and I ended up farther than I ever imagined.