Fur Fighters, Chapter 1
I've decided to write shorter chapters, and more of them. One-shots might be longer.
Anyway, here's a part of a series I had started a few years ago and almost forgot. By the way, something's coming soon, and I planned it when I made these characters.
In an average-looking warehouse somewhere near the town docks, a lot of furries had gathered to watch the night's usual fight. The rules were simple- No weapons, no names, Masks always on, no clothes, and no killing... usually. A lot of money was bet on these matches, and a percentage of it went to the winning fighter. The company even had a deal with a local pizza place, to make sure they could easily dispose of... mincemeat.
It was certainly the last place Rachel Newberry expected to spend her friday night.
Money had been even tighter than usual, and she really didn't want to borrow even more money from Jonathan, so she asked her old school "Friends" for help. A bunch of ditzy fair-weather assholes that went with her to parties, but would just point and laugh whenever a guy started getting too forceful and wanting it right away, instead of earning it with foreplay and a dance. And they made so. Many. Skunk jokes. About farting. One of them, a dim-witted Poodle, knew one of the shady furs running this place, a Gecko in aviator shades with a foreign name. After a hastily-conducted interview over a few drinks, the Gecko had decided to allow her to fight, and Rachel was ready for her first match. Mostly. Rachel decided to name herself Black Rose, and was given a black ski-mask.
Rachel ducked low as a Husky with thick brown fur and a white luchhadore mask pounced at her, letting the larger dog soar right over her.
Looking up, she knew from experience what she was looking for. As she dog jumped over her, she took the opportunity to give the wolf a jumping spinning uppercut to his balls. She'd seen it on TV a few times, and it was one of the few moves she had. Her athletic Skunk-Squirrel body was strong, agile, and very flexible, and his only advantage was strength. She could win, as long as she didn't get hurt.
The Husky cried out in pain as he collapsed onto the floor behind her, and Rachel couldn't help feeling a little bit guilty- They were both naked, and she couldn't help feeling like it was some sort of bedroom thing. Even though they were in a large dirty warehouse, and surrounded by a ring of cheering fans. She wasn't a bitch or a slut, she only had tons of sex because she enjoyed it, and so did anyfur that went all the way with her. She didn't like hurting people that didn't deserve it, and this was just a fighter doing his job.
Rachel hesitated, thinking of what to do, and then decided to try an Elbow Drop. She jumped up, and fell elbow-first onto the Husky, bringing all of her weight down on him in that one point.
The crowd cheered, until they realised what had happened. Rachel winced in pain, quickly getting back up as she rubbed her elbow, and he had barely flinched. That attack did more damage to herself than the Husky!
Rachel's tail went up, she remembered what the Gecko had told her - No spraying, or the Skunk-hating fans would tear her apart, the same ones who bet that the vicious Husky would tear the scrawny in-over-her-head girl apart within the first two minutes - and quickly shoved her rear into the dazed Husky's face, spreading her cheeks. She relaxed her anus, allowing it to expand outwards, and clenched it shut around the Husky's muzzle, like a... muzzle. Giving a sharp grunt of urgency, she forced her foul gas directly into the Husky's nostrils. The crowd grew louder, either angrily protesting the turn of events or laughing that they'd bet on the right fighter.
The Husky started struggling, but Rachel's anus was one of the strongest parts of her body, and she refused to allow her victim to escape from her domain. She kept on silently gassing him, and his struggling began to slow down as be became light-headed, his vision blurring, the sounds of the cheering crowd sounding further and further away. Just as Rachel had started to enjoy herself, he collapsed limply, passing out. Rachel shut off her gas, released the Husky's muzzle from her rear, and stood up victoriously, allowing a quick poot to escape her powerful rear as she basked in the cheers.
Some of the crowd cheered, but most seemed angry at her for winning with something other than fighting skill. Luckily, before Rachel decided to spray, grab the betting money and run, the Gecko strode into the ring and motioned for applause. Everyone began clapping, even those who had lost money. When the Gecko clapped, you clapped.
Rachel took a bow, remembering to keep her tail firmly down, pressed tightly against her rear. She had a habit of letting some leak whenever her tummy was tickled or touched or pushed, and more when she bent over.
Later that day, Rachel had been given her share of the earnings- a rather small amount of money, really. "Barely enough to cover this week's rent." She muttered, walking home. Alone. At night. Completely naked.
She had gas left over, and hadn't sprayed anything in a while, so she was at least partially hoping to get robbed, mugged or harassed, so she'd have an opportunity to use her talents.
She stopped and wondered just what the heck she was thinking? Her wild side liked violence, but she didn't. ...Much. She sure loved spraying, though. And as much as society hated it, spraying just felt so good! She decided to make up for it when she got home... by making herself feel good in another way.