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Don slammed his palm into the hard tile wall as the steaming water streamed down his body. He cursed himself as the impact pulsed through his body and rippled through his stomach. It felt as though someone had just stabbed him. He lowered his paw and gripped his tender belly, his paws sinking into the small layer of fat. Even though he was a greyhound, he had put on a little weight before the fight. He thought that might be the reason he lost.

I shouldn't have lost. I just shouldn't have, he thought to himself. Fuck, how did I lose?

_ _ He smacked the wall again, softer this time, and let his other arm rest on the cool tile as he leaned forward, letting the water crash into his firm naked back. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the water trickling down his sides. He imagined it waterfalling off of his torso, its wide arc coming together to form his tapered waist. He put one arm down so the water would wash down his muscled forearm.

My first fucking fight. And I lose. The match wasn't even that fucking long. The only reason it last as long as it did was because I was blocking some of his punches. But that one to my gut...how'd he get past my guard?

_ _ Don cursed himself again. After that one punch, his guard immediately fell. His opponent, a suave Italian badger named Abele, sent a barrage of punches to Don's stomach, eventually knocking him out.

The greyhound sighed and let his thoughts consume him. He dreamt of the next time he would face the badger in the ring. How, when the badger moved for his stomach again, he'd deflect the punch and moved for the badgers own gut. He'd punch it so hard his fist would sink into the badgers rock hard flesh. The badger would go flying and be knocked out with one clean punch. Next time.

A smile crept across Don's slender muzzle. The first smile since he woke up to burning lights far above him, to the scream of people from all sides, and to the badger, watching him curiously from the other side of the ring. After he passed out again, he awoke in the lockeroom where the doctors, who had been waiting there for God knows how long, did a quick examination, and left just as quickly. He had sat there staring at the cement floor reliving that punch. He could feel the blunt impact of fist on flesh, the pain that resonated in his gut. He quickly got up from the bench and had viciously thrown his clothes into his locker before jumping into the shower, where he now lamented.

Next time.

_ _ Don wearily reached for the chrome handle and shut off the water. He stood there staring at his paws for a few moments, waiting for his next opportunity to show what he was made of. And when that opportunity comes, he told himself, he'd kick everyone's ass who was in his path.

With the thought of defeat and victory in the future, he shook off some excess water and stepped out of the shower. The crisp air sent his body shivering. He crossed the room to his locker and quickly grabbed his towel to dry off. He gently rubbed his stomach, the area still tender, and dried off the rest of his body, when the scent of badger corrupted his nostrils. He turned and saw Abele, watching him from the bench. He had already gotten dressed How could someone that bulky be so silent?

"You're looking a little better," the badger says in a thick Italian accent. Don grunted and kept drying himself off. Abele laughed and got up from his seat. "How bad is your stomach, nano?" he asked with a grin.

"It's fine," Don replied.

"_Signore,_I destroyed you out there. You must be feeling some pain, no?"

"It only hurts a little," Don said, now glaring at the badger.

"Would you like a massage?"

"A-a what?"

"You heard me," Abele replied. "That is what you call it, right? Or have I just been getting laid because I'm Italian?"

It was known to everyone that Abele has a wife and, rumor has it, they were expecting a cub. It was also known to most that he was an asshole, and didn't spare to belittle and poke fun at his opponents. "Fuck off," Don replied.

He threw his towel into the locker and went for his clothes before a powerful paw gripped his shoulder. It spun Don around and sent his back into the locker. "Look, I kicked your ass pretty badly in there, nano. The least I can do is help some of that pain. I've been in the ring for years, I know how to take care of a little pain."

Don glared at the badger. It wasn't enough for him to beat me, but now he has to make me look like a weakling. Fuck this guy.

Abele could sense the hostility from the greyhound, and changed his posture, withdrawing his large paw from Don's shoulder. "I know you might think I'm trying to mess with you, but I just want to help. Anyone I beat that badly in there, I am obliged to help."

"I already told you I'm fine-Ooooough!"

Don's sentence was cut short by Abele's paw digging into his stomach. The squat badger's claws dug into his stomach making him see double. He thought he might black out again, but Abele withdrew his paw and held Don up with the other.

"You do not seem fine," Abele said. "I barely touched you."

When Don finally regained himself he stared at the badger. He knew Abele pulled that punch, if he hadn't: the greyhound would be on the ground passed out for days. He hated the idea of his victor paying him back for kicking his ass. But anything was worth not having to deal with this guy.

"Fine," Don finally relented.

Abele smiled and ushered the greyhound to lay on the bench he had just got off of. Don shakily walked over, straddling the bench then lying flat on his back. Abele shook his legs off to the side so he could sit between them, the badger's waist being so wide Don's legs shot off to the sides almost horizontal. It filled him with a sense of...pleasure. This was the exact position that he used to fuck-

No, Don thought,he's out of my life. Too good for him, anyways.

Abele cracked his knuckles and grinned down at Don. "You ready for your massage?"

"Look, let's just get this over with," Don growled.

"Nano," Abele said, "let us just take time to enjoy this moment-"

"That's it. Whatever shit show you're playing here, I'm not into it. Just leave me the fuck alone."

Don propped his paws up behind him to get up when a walloping punch centered at his weak stomach. "Huuuuffffffhhhhhh!" He felt all the air leave his lungs as Abele's fist lay buried in his stomach. The thin layer of fat absorbed his large paw, keeping it in place as it drained Don of strength. He wanted to protest but he couldn't find the strength, he simply lay back and tried to curl up into a ball. Abele kept Don's arms behind his head, exposing his vulnerable gut to his enemy once more.

"Lay down and listen to me," Abele commanded, his crotch now scrunched up to Don's. "You're an arrogant, wise ass and you needed to be taught a lesson. And for that, you are welcome. I am going to let go, if you move again, I am going to teach you more lessons. Inteso? Understood?"

When Don nodded and opened his eyes, there seemed to be two blurry badgers looking down at him.

"Very good. Now, hold still," Abele said and before Don could protest he dug his, large, calloused paws into Don's stomach. He starts off very soft, barely brushing his paws against Don's flesh. The greyhound suppressed his whining as the strokes began to sink deeper. Surprisingly, it did not hurt as bad as the greyhound thought it was going to. If anything, it felt pretty damn good. Don fully relaxed into the hard bench as the badger moved his paws against his soft skin. His belly fat followed Abele's paws like a current did behind a boat. His paws sank a little deeper, causing his stomach to depress and fold inward.

"You're arrogance," Abele broke the serene silence, "will get you nowhere in this tournament, nano. That goes for your cockiness as well. A fight is won by skill and the willingness to get better. Take me, for instance. I started out just like you, I lost my first fight, but I did not let that stop me. Now, I have several championships under my belt, more so then most can say they have accomplished. You, on the other hand, went out there like you knew everything about anything. You are a disgrace to the tournament if you think that, _nano._Not to mention your stomach."

As Abele slowly pushed up, he quickly shoved his claws under Don's ribs, causing pain to shoot up his spine. His claws sunk deep into the dog's torso, his fat curling around Abele's paw. Don's closed shut as his face wrinkled in pain. He tried to speak but the only thing that came out of his muzzle was an empty blast of hot air. The greyhound looked up at Abele, but he only saw a blurry image of a broad shouldered creature standing over him.

"Is this even a gut? Look at mine." Abele pounded his stomach which barely flinched from the impact. "Rock hard. Yours, though, are soft and malleable."

The badger began his massage again, kneading his soft belly like dough. His paws worked harder, grinding deeper into the greyhounds gut. Don did not want to admit it, but he actually liked the massage. Even the roughness of Abele's paws deep in his tender stomach. The badger, to Don's excitement, would move his paws to the greyhounds side as part of the massage and squeeze, sending pleasurable shocks up his spine.

"Do you not have a trainer?" Abele asked, placing his paws back on Don's stomach and resuming the massage.

The reality was Don did not. He never needed one, honestly. But that was the least of his issues. The greyhound longed for the badgers touch; his large paws sinking deep into his stomach, churning the fat and molding it like clay. Don lay powerless, Abele letting the silence hang, pushed down into Don's stomach again, the fat rolling over his paws, almost covering them. He moved them up slowly, but still deep, up to Don's rib cage. He parted his paws to allow them to follow the length of the cliff of his torso, admiring the way the greyhound's soft body felt.

"Another thing," Abele spoke up. "is that. It should probably go."

He kept pressure on Don's belly with one paw while the other reached up to his neck and cradled the mutli-colored rings on a thread that Don wore around his neck. His pride necklace, which he never took off, had seen him through a lot. And he was not going to take this badger lecturing him about being gay.

"Look, assh- hoohooomph!"

Don's short fur bristled out as Abele's fist lay buried in his stomach. Don knew the badger pulled the punch, and pulled it back a lot, but the sudden punch made his torso fly up to meet Abele's while the badger tried to hold him down with one commanding paw.

"Do not interrupt me again," Abele glared. "It is for your own sake that I have brought the issue up. You know, as well as I, that this won't help you. People may not be as tolerant as I. You will be ridiculed, beaten for the sheer pleasure, and humiliated. Is that what you want? You are too young for that turmoil."

Don felt the pressure come back to his stomach as he absorbed what his opponent just told him. Abele contorted his stomach again, Don biting his lips. From the pain or the pleasure, even he did not know. Maybe it was both. But, honestly, Don was not focused on that. He felt every inch of Abele's harsh paw on his soft abs. The greyhound could feel himself arching his back forward, wanting more of the badgers touch.

"In this country, you must be careful with what you put out there," Abele continued, unaware of Don's bottom lip disappearing in his mouth or his toes starting to curl. "You already need to learn control, this issue will not help you at all. You must control yourself before you even consider winning another fight. Your stance is sloppy, your blocking is sub-par at best, and you are completely out of shape. Did you hear me, nano? Nano?"

Abele drove his paws into Dons gut, pushing up under his ribcage.

"Uuuuunnnggghhh!"

His stomach absorbed Abele's paws. Don arched his back more, allowing the badgers paws to sink deeper into the thin layer of fat. Abele's claws poked into Don's torso, sending spurts of pleasurable pain shooting up his spine.

"Listen to me, nano," Abele said, "do not wander off. What I'm telling you will only help you in the future."

Don remained silent. He did not need advice from this asshole about how to fight. He knew how to fight. Just because he lost one match does not mean he sucks. Abele was just trying to demean him again, Don told himself. That is all this was-

"Oooooohhhhh..."

Don's toes curled viciously as his claws dug into hard bench. His moans echoed against the walls. Abele's claw played with his navel, edging the outside of the concave oval before moving inside and making small circles around the edges. Don strained to keep his muzzle shut, he thought he might start tasting blood on his lower lip. He could feel himself getting aroused, he could smell it in the air. Abele kept digging in his belly button, just like Jared used to.

Don remembered waking up to the fox playing with his navel, clawing his way into the shallow hole, moving around. Sometimes he would lean in and run his hot tongue over his stomach. He'd drag his muzzle across his gut, depressing the thin layer of fat before his cool nose dragged behind leaving Don chilled and aroused. The sly fox would bury his muzzle into Don's navel area, taking up space in every inch of Don's belly button. He'd start to purr, he always made fun of Don's love of cats, sending rhythmic vibrations into his stomach.

The thought of Jared, and the badgers claws in his navel, sent Don into a flurry. He arched his back as much as he could and forced Abele's claws as deep as they could go. His red member began to inch its way out of Don's sheathe, the delicate organ stood out against his light grey fur.

Abele noticed Don's arousal and began to claw harder into his navel. Don's cock grew in length, the greyhound now in a tizzy. As Abele's clawed deeper, Don grew more and more aroused. His scent now overwhelmed the room. The area around his navel, the thin layer of fat that had lied dormant as Abele poked the belly button, now moved with Abele's paws in a circular motion, like a hungry whirlpool absorbing a paw of a god. Don slightly opened his eyes and watched carefully as Abele chuckle as he lay their powerless and horny to the badgers touch. Don wondered how the badger would feel inside of him, his smooth musculature throwing his hips into him, as his large organ dove into the greyhound tight hole, all the while, the badger would play with the greyhound navel, swirling it, as he is now, until they both came in a loud display of peaceful bliss.

Abele chuckled again. He brought his paw away from Don's navel as the greyhound whined for the massage to resume. The badger kept his paw low, his short fur coming within inches of Don's cock. "Sorry, nano," Abele said while smiling down at the panting greyhound, "I only go for women. I am flattered you think that we may have something, but, I am not as interested."

With that, he got up. Don watched as the badger's short tail bobbed up in down in his tight fitted jeans, walking away from him like he was nothing. Don just stared ahead, watching him leave. This was all just a game to him.

That prick played me! This was all just some sick game of his! He never cared, he just wanted to almost get me off for his amusement. The massage and the lecture...was all just a part of some sick scheme of his to relive that fucking fight and paint me out to be weak! I'll show him.

Don lept off the bench, cock and gut bobbing like Abele's tail. He leapt at the badger with all the force he could muster. He reared his paw back into a searing fist, his claws digging into his soft pads. He was going to his the badger straight in the back of the head, he won't suspect a thing.

"HOOOOOOOOMPH!"

Except, he did. The squat badger spun around at the last second and landed a destructive uppercut to Don's midsection. The pain filtered through his body as his eyes bugged out and his fur prickled. His tongue was washed over with the metallic taste of blood as his sharp canines dug into his bottom lip before opening up to a hot blast of air. His cheeks burst out and his ears shot straight upwards. His eyes bugged out as he strained to look down. He could see the blurry outline of Abele's fist buried deep within his gut, almost wrist length in. Don shakily moved his veiny arms towards Abele's embedded fist, but as he got a weak paw resting on the badgers forearm, Abele pulled up. Don felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as Abele's fist ran straight up into his ribcage, using Don's spine as a sort of road to his torso. The greyhound hung a few inches off the ground, his feet dangling under him. He grabbed Abele's forearm and tried as hard as he could to force it down, but he could not budge it.

"Did you really think you could sneak up on me, nano?" Abele sneered.

Abele grabbed the greyhound by the scruff of the neck and withdrew his punch from Don's tender gut. The greyhound felt the relieved pressure of oxygen circulating through his lungs again.

"I told you to wipe that cocky attitude off your face, but you resist. Why? I only wanted to help you, and you repay me byt trying to fight me. Me. Someone who will always kick your wise ass at any given time. In my country, we have a word for people like you: stupido."

Abele reared his arm back, still holding Don, and fired a powerful shot to the greyhound navel area. This blow alone, sent Don shooting into the air. He bent forward, feeling the air being suck from his lungs again. He wanted to scream out in pain, but instead his cock throbbed at the thrill of the impact. Don could feel the climax coming, rapidly approaching. His whimpering grew to a loud moaning, he did not know whether the moans were from pain, pleasure, or both.

Finally, his climax came. He shot his cum all over the floor in front of him. He had never felt so ecstatic in his life. His cock kept dripping the white, sticky liquid at his feet, forming a of semi-clear puddle next to Abele. The orgasm swept through his body, the pain from the punches now mixing with raw pleasure as his balls produced more and more cum. He tried to bounce on Abele's fist, arching his back so it buried deeper into his torso, which produced more pleasurable shocks to captivate the moment. His member went wild, starting to shoot cum in all direction, even dousing Abele's jeans, leaving a couple wet streaks on the side.

The orgasm went on for a good minute, his cum now dripping and dangling off his glistening red cock. He felt the final effects of the orgasm before darkness began to close around his eyes. The pain and pleasure both faded, the last thing he remembered was feeling Abele's knuckles lodged in his navel.

The badger, staring at the scene that had unfolded before him, withdrew his fist and watched as the greyhound plummeted to the ground and collapsed in the puddle of his own cum. Abele's nose wrinkled as the powerful smell of semen swept into his nostrils.

"What the fuck just happened?" Abele asked himself quietly in his native tongue.