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Bloody Knuckle: Ronson's Story part six: Rumbled

Thursday, 9:49 pm

Knuckle said he wanted a drink, so we (the bouncy, annoyin pit and me) were gonna take Knuckle to get a fuckin drink. I found out recently the sumbitch likes moonshine. I wanna wolf him out and shove the hardest jar at him I can find. I like whiskey myself.

Anyway..

With the Pit Crew

Me, Knuckle, and a bunch of fuckin dogs strode through the doors of a pretty loud place Grinny knew about, not too far from his own place. Me and Knuckle had our swagger on; people knew us. The biggest sets'o nuts in town, ready to get trashed and rowdy.

The music was that heavy trance shit, and a bunch of furs were feelin the music, seethin like a wave out on the dance floor. I was spearheadin our entry, so I put my shoulders to work, buttin lighter folks outta the way. A couple of furs went flyin, heh heh.

After the wolf and the other doggies caught up I spotted the bar, one of those with poles all around it. There were bitches and studs up there, shakin their goods and I dragged Knuckley up to sit front-row. He straddled the stool and watched them all dance, bobbin his head as he was quiet ol' Knuckle again, appreciatin the show.

The bartender was a gecko that recognized me.

"HOLY FUCK... What can I get you?!" he asked, his mouth open so long he dropped a glass. I grinned at him and thumbed to my wolf.

"Some moonshine for killer here. Make it a cocktail, and give it some balls."

The gecko got to work on Knuckle's drink and stopped.

"And for you sir?" he asked me, lookin a little scared. Or nervous. Whatever.

"Aw hell, gimme six double-shots of whatever yer gonna fuck Knuck up with." I told 'im. Then I took a look at Knuck.

"Make him another."

He nodded and got to it, mixin and shakin up stuff in those cocktail mixer cups, immediately poured Knuckle his two doses of poison, then gave me my six doubles, two at a time. Knuckle didn't notice his drinks so I nudged 'im.

"Hey Knuckley.. Here's yer booze. Lemme know if ya like it." I said, and he took up a glass. He sniffed it and his head jerked back.

"Hoo!" he hooted, then he swirled it around...

"Here dude, watch I got the same stuff." I told 'im as I took two tall glasses of my crap, clanged 'em together, then downed 'em both. It tasted strong, but I could taste mint and licorice, with a hard kick of lime, jalapeno and ginger. The second one lit my tongue on fire but it went down smooth!

"ARRRRGH!"

I looked at Knuckle, grinnin. I knew he hated spicy stuff. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Alright Ronnie.." he said, and I reached into his lap and found his nuts with a good grip.

"Don't forget these."

"Yer on!" he shouted, and downed his glass in one go. Then he pounded a dent into the bar, growlin the whole time.

"THE FUCK...!" he barked with a gasp, heavin...then he felt it.

"GodDAMMIT! Yer a genius!" he said, and I felt real big.

"Take your next one!" I said, and lifted two more doses of 'bull-killer'. What I named mine.

He picked up his glass and met my two doubles with cheer, and the clash of glass on glass sounded off! We downed our drinks and I scooted one of my last toward him.

"Damn Ronnie!" he gasped after he gulped his last, and I exhaled a hard, fiery breath m'self.

My hand found his nuts again.

"Oh its like THAT is it?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow. And a half-smirk.

"Yer gonna get me riled up bull... Might mount ya on the dance floor." he said, half-teasin'. I know him.

"You ain't got it where it counts Knuckley. I'll be the one draggin YOU around." I told him, and he huffed up.

"You sure talkin a lot'o shit...fer sumbody grabbin on my balls fer dear life.." he said, and I let him swing free. He got me.

"Mosh me." I said, and I got up to go to the dance floor as some heavier shit started to tear up the speakers, layin some bass LOW. Worm Mountain I think.

Me and the wolf met out on the dance floor, and he was pretty hard. His trunks were tented and dark in spots, but no one but me noticed as he took a stance; hoppin on his feet with his fists balled.

I put hoof to concrete and rushed him short-range and thrust my shoulder at him. It met him head on, and for a second, he held me back. But I'm two-feet taller than he is, and four-fuckin-hundred pounds heavier than he is.

But here's why I fuckin love the guy: just before he would've gone flyin he turned my force aside with a twist of his waist and caught be square in the back with the back of his right shoulder. There was no avoidin it. I stumble-hopped ahead of myself a little, and I turned back to find him for another rou-

He was on me in a flash, ready to tackle me breathless but I grabbed his fists in my own. His teeth were bared as he resisted me, actually shovin me a few inches. I turned my muscle up a bit and held him, feelin him twitch as his arms tried to shove me more. My eyes met his, and we were the only ones on the floor. My head was startin to swim from the booze, and I could smell every dirty breath Knuckle gave. I leaned my head low, a little bit at a time as Knuckle took my cue a bit at a time as well.

Then our lips met. His tongue met mine, and we battled at first, kissin hard. Then we drew closer, our hands separating to hold one another close, batterin our boners into the other's body, lovin the feel. I pulled back, with Knuckley lightly tuggin on my lip.

He was into it, alright..

*** ***

Me and the wolf kicked the door open to a dark bathroom, and I fiddled with the switch. Nothin happened.

"Darkness. Nice" I said, turnin to the wolf who had his bone out ahead. He grabbed my third horn and tugged it as we made our drunken way to a wall, chucklin and stumblin over each other. Knuckley tugged his trunks down a little bit to sit bare-assed on the floor, his cock pointin right up to mine. He took an extra second to free his brown tennis balls, and I started to undo my belt when he grabbed the waist of my jeans. Once free, Knuckley pulled them to my hooves and I thumbed my boxers down (miraculously past my stiff cock), bit by bit lettin my HANGERS extend from their pouch until they hung under their own weight.

Relaxing.

Knuckley's eyes sparkled in the darkness, and he took the base of my dick in hand before givin me the beginning of a drooly, drunk-bj.

It had been a while since he'd done it for me, full-on and eager. His mouth felt bumpy and a little cramped, but his fangs never touched my shaft. His hand released me as he found his pace, bobbin on me slow enough, good enough, easy enough. I stamped the wall behind him with a heavy palm and heaved as my wolf went a little further on me, his hands around back to squeeze my ass (he loves it). His hands rubbed and kneaded my butt cheeks, grippin and spreadin them, when he took hold of me and ground my crotch against his lips; the end of his tongue at the very top of my scrote. My eyes rolled back and I fell against the wall on my elbow.

"Uhn..uhn, FUCK Knuckley, yeaaaah.." I grunted. I could feel pre well up in large amounts and I sucked air through my teeth and waited. Knuckle pulled free at just the wrong moment and got a few jets right in the eyes.

Heheh..

"Asshole!" he chuckled, wiping his eyes and wiping my shaft with my liquid.

"Correction: BULL-hole." I said with a smile; my other hand rubbin the best doggy's head as he got back to it, easier this time, as he started to tap into his skill as he licked around my dick. I flexed hard from the sensation, wringin more pre outta my dick for Killer to enjoy.

"Uhh Knuckle..." I said, pettin him while he strongarmed my balls with one hand, gruntin around my cock while he curled thirty reps of my bullsac.

"Fuck yeah.." I mouthed, grippin the back of my wolf's neck, elbow against the wall as I started to mildly thrust into his mouth. He didn't stop workin though; he took every decent hump as my nuts swung into his chest.

"Tough wolf huh?" I asked him, and his hands found my ass again, doin his work on it with hard squeezes.

"Want me to feed ya bud?" I asked him hotly. He was workin real hard, even though I was just barely startin to sweat from makin my hips work. One hand left my rear to choke my balls.

He wadn't ready to quit godammit!

I gripped his neck harder, bent my knees just a bit and hammered on, harder, stronger, deeper. Knuckle knew how to breathe and when to, he knew how to keep his teeth outta the way, he knew how to make me feel like the man. He prolly couldn't see, but I was grinnin like a fool the whole time. And fuck, he even knew what to lick to pull me closer and closer to dumpin my load.

"Knuckley..." I whimpered, and tha-

The door swung open. I turned away from the light and sound from outside, when I heard a voice I'm sure I'd heard before.

"Whoa, there's someone in here!" a lighter voice sounded.

"They're just in here for some alone time, goodness." a second, heavier voice said.

They entered the stalls a bit away and they both started to take long leaks.

Lots of beer, I figured.

"They're supposed to be here, right?" the lighter voice asked.

"SUPPOSED to be. The Pit Crew must be hiding them. We'll find them though."

By the time they started to speak, me and Killer had stopped movin. I know I'd heard their voices before...

"AH- Fuck, fuuuuck yeah! Like that, fuck! Like THAT!" I exploded, as Knuckle immediately turned up the heat and I got back to work, bangin his throat and mouth good. He even moved a finger between my cheeks and prodded my bullseye each time I pulled back.

"Knuckley I'm close.." I whispered, trying to talk and keep it down at the same time so the guys in the back stalls couldn't hear me over their piss. I felt him nod on me and we kept it up. My load was ready!

"Mmmfuck I'MGONNABLOOOOW!!" I grunted, hard, loud, and proud as both guys flushed their toilets and my cock began to fire a well-mixed half-gallon of bull-batter into Knuckle's mouth. He seized at first when the real flood came, but he held his ground and stroked my nuts from the pair all the way to just under my cock. I released my grip on his neck and rubbed it briefly, puttin the grip back on to bury my dick in his head, makin him kiss my crotch hard. I felt every pulse (around twenty-eight) and heaved, my sac slowly crushin Knuckle's chest (even though I just fired off a good one). I took a weak step back and the two inside with us left without a word. Knuckle raised a hand to tap my knee and I grabbed it, heftin him to his feet. He hugged me for a bit, and I held him strongly.

DAMMIT he gives good head.

*** ***

Back out in the world, Knuckley's eyes met mine, givin me a review of the last thirty minutes.

"Need to do that more often." I told him.

"Ya'd get spoiled if Ah handled ya all the time Ronnie." he said, his drawl as clear as its always been.

Business called.

"Those were the two that wrecked Roundup a bit ago. I'm damn sure." I muttered. I hadn't even gotten to takin an estimate of the damage..

"Them?" Knuckley asked, pointing off, and I froze.

I snapped out of it and looked where he was lookin.

It was a rhino and some kind'o fuckin dog. But what he was wasn't important.

"Those fuckers! THOSE fuckers! They wrecked my fuckin truck!!" I cursed, and hoof by hoof I stomped their way. Knuckle was right by my side, where I wanted him. Where I needed him.

Me and Knuckley stood face to face with those two assholes. My chest by then was heavin', and Knuckle wasn't happy either.

"You two seem lively tonight.." the rhino said. It was definitely him; tanktop and jeans. The dog had on a t-shirt with baggy pants. I bet his knife was in his back pocket.

"You weren't planning to run, were you?" the rhino asked, and Knuckle stepped forward with a heavy foot.

"NO fool! We tryin' to find a way to get you FUCKS off our backs for good! WHO the FUCK has ninety-seven goddam DOLLARS!?" the beast roared. Against the music some animals turned their heads.

"My employer doesn't care about "who" now. Just 'what'." the rhino said, his back to the wall, with this...smug-assed look.

"We ain't runnin! Fucker, yer LUCKY Ah ain't-"

The rhino pulled a gun on Knuckle! But dammit, does my wolf have some nerves. His ears flattened as he took a step to the right.

"BANG!!"

There wasn't that loud a gunshot but it was a definitely a bullet. Knuckle was a step to his right before I knew what happened, and I saw some poor shit behind him drop when they got hit instead.

[Whoa, whoa...]

"Knuckle, no!" I shouted, grabbin his arm while the rhino leveled the gun at me next.

"I don't care what happens here." the rhino said, and while I had Knuckle in my grip, I could feel him growl, deeper and deeper. I knew what he was tryin to do, and HERE wasn't the place for that!

"Knuckle..we gotta get out of here." I told 'im. But he looked at me, and the sorrow in hs eyes punched me in the gut.

"Chief was worth a fuck-ton more than ninety-seven thousand dollars.. And he was PRICELESS to me godammit!" he said, and I heard a crack in his voice.

My grip loosened, and he took off by the time someone turned and saw their friend or whatever lyin on the floor. They screamed, someone that had their attention on 'em screamed too, and then the people of the club were scatterin like marbles.

When Knuckle was within reach of the rhino the dog rushed him with a right hook. Knuckle flipped to snatch the dog's arm with his legs, and with a shift of his balance to plant his hands, tossed him in a cartwheel. The rhino smirked, then grinned as the outclassed mutt landed in a silent heap. Then Knuckle was on his feet, showin his skill and balls with a clenched fist.

By now the club had cleared out a bit, and the Pit crew were watchin us a ways off. A few of their dogs got the wounded guy out (and hopefully treated). I swallowed as it was just the three of us, and the rhino tossed his gun, leanin back against the wall with crossed arms.

"Hey Ronnie" he started.

"Let's make this fair" he said.

"Koda, I'll leave Knuckle the fuckin BEAST...to you."