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Wild Rumble Part 1: Step Into The Ring

Written by: Zylen Andel

Commissioned by: Tokeki

The ride was shaky and the landing wasn't the best, but feeling solid planetary ground underneath the Great Fox made all four passengers breathe a sigh of relief.

Falco Lombardi spoke up first, "Jeez, I'm glad this bucket held together after that last ass kicking."

"Ass kicking?" Slippy Toad spun in his chair and confronted the blue bird, "We won!"

Peppy Hare, who had stood up by now, put a hand on Slippy's shoulder to calm him, "We have won, but Falco's right. We took some very bad hits. It'll take a while to fix her up."

"How long's 'a while', Peppy?" Fox McCloud asked as he sits in his chair, still coming down from the adrenaline of the chaotic space battle and the terrifying landing. Luckily, they had made it to Fortuna, though he didn't recognize the city that they had been brought to.

"I'm not sure Fox. Slippy and I are gonna check the damages, then order out for parts if we need any, then install them and run systems checks. It'll probably be a couple days."

"Yep...sounds about right." Falco stood up and started leaving the bridge. "I'm gonna go look around this new city. I need to stretch my wings."

The blue bird left and Fox finally let go of the controls he had had a death grip on and let himself relax fully. "Why does it sound like every time he says 'I need to stretch my wings' he's really saying, 'fuck you guys'?"

Peppy helped the fox captain out of his chair and stood him up, "That's just his way. Most of what he says sounds like that to me."

Fox shook his head, clearing it of as much of the aftershock as he could. After such a trying few hours he and his crew and his ship were safe...he could relax. He looked back at the older rabbit and smiled softly, "Thanks for keeping me together, Peppy."

Peppy nodded, "Well you kept the ship together, so it's the least I could do, right? Now, why don't you go explore the city? Maybe find us a place to sleep for the night?"

"Sleep? Yeah...that'd be nice." Fox joked and adjusted his flight suit so he didn't look as disheveled as he felt. Following Falco's path to the exit, Fox's only thought was relief that he and his friends were safe. The door hissed open and he stepped out into the bright and welcoming city he found himself in. Taking a deep breath of the fresh brought a smile to his face and Fox allowed himself to lower his guard.

There was no real objective yet, it wasn't going to get dark until later, so Fox was content to just explore the city. The streets were filled and life in this city seemed lively, but something that caught the ace pilot's eye was the distinct lack of females. Not that he minded, he worked with an all-male crew. But in a city this size it just felt strange, but fox shrugged it off as he explored markets and libraries and various eateries. The warm frivolities of this city had already made Fox forget about his perilous journey here. And as he passed by a full restaurant he couldn't help but notice a poster on the outside.

The poster itself was nothing special, but flashy colors did their job of attracting his attention. The center of the poster had what looked to be a wrestling or boxing ring with starry fireworks exploding from the corners in a rainbow of different colors. The words "Wild Rumble" floating above the ring in the design of diamonds and coins, which to Fox signified riches. Normally he would've passed by the poster without a second thought, but with his accounts running low on funds he needed to look at ALL his options.

"Wild Rumble, huh? With my training this should be a cinch to win." Fox tore off the small piece of paper with the address on the event and headed out. Peppy said it would be a few days, which should be more than enough time for Fox to amass a sizeable enough fortune to keep the crew going for a while. The fighters there are only wrestlers after all, mere amateurs compared to his years of military training.

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It had already been an hour since Falco left the Great Fox and he too had noticed the lack of women, a fact he shrugged off but still made him smile inside. These men had lived a sheltered life and Falco was confident that he could beat any number of them in a fight. That made him the strongest guy here, which only brought an arrogant swagger to his stride.

As he walked by various guys, he couldn't help but offer flirtatious grins to the cute ones among them. He found his way to an outdoor bar where the guys were busy either eating or challenging each other to feats of strength to prove who was tougher. One such table hosted a simple arm wrestling match between two large muscular males; a bear and dragon. Instantly, Falco found himself cheering for the bear as the dragon was green and reminded him of General Scales.

But even as he sat down in front of the bar watching the buff strong men arm wrestling, he was confident that he could beat either one of them with the techniques he'd learned over the years. "Go ahead and have your little contest boys, we all know who the best is now." Falco thought to himself as the bartender approached, a much less muscular but still fit looking rat.

"What's your poison, stranger?"

Falco turned and acknowledged the rat with a cocky smirk, "Falco, my name is Falco. And I'll just take the Fortuna Special."

The bartender smirked too as he looked the blue feathered avian up and down, "You got it, hot stuff."

The compliment made Smile all the way around his yellow beak. He was certainly hot stuff, but he was conscious of just how the rat had meant his words to be received. For Falco, it was fine being hit on by men and women, he bedded them both whenever the moods struck him. So, when the bartender returned with his drink, Falco turned his back to the arm wrestling men and instead flirted right back with the surprised rat. Falco placed his hand over the furry hand that was holding his freshly made drink, his fingertips rubbing the skin under that fur. "Mmmmmm...looks delicious. And the drink looks good too. How much do I owe you?"

The bartender was used to getting hit on for free drinks, but Falco had pressed all the right buttons. "It's on the house, sexy. My name's Axel."

"That's very kind of you, Axel. So, beside cute little bartenders, what's fun to do around here?"

"Smooth talker, huh? Well, you look like you can handle yourself in a fight, so you could try entering the Wild Rumble pro-wrestling tournament. They have a big prize pool this year because the popularity is soaring. It might just tickle your fancy."

Falco picked up on it immediately, the rat was cluing him into something. This wrestling tournament was one that had a more adult setting, which was fine with him. It would give him the opportunity to make some good money and flaunt his talents...what could be better? Falco leaned close to the rat, his beak lightly grazing his cheek before he whispers to him, "I'll do it if you come watch me fight."

Axel had a soft blush on his cheeks and he smiled, "Definitely." He pulled out a pen and scribbled on a napkin for a few moments. He lifted his arm the napkin was in and handed to Falco, "Here's the address. Also, I've got no delusions of being special to you, but I added my number at the bottom in case you get thirsty for something a bit stronger while you're here."

Falco accepted the napkin and grinned as he pulled back away, "I'll give you a call when I win. See you later, cutie." Turning and leaving the bar, Falco sipped his drink and saw that the bear had won the arm wrestling match which also pleased him. His luck was holding out so far, so the cocky avian just kept smiling as he sauntered towards the address mentioned on the napkin. Soon enough he was standing in front of a large building with a brightly colored sign that read "Wild Rumble League".

"This is gonna be fun." Falco said as he walked towards the building and entered with the confidence that when he walked back out he'd be much richer.

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Somewhere else in this city, a lone figure walked through the crowded streets. He came here for some action as only this city could offer him. The gray furred wolf stalked down the street daring anyone to slow him down while he advanced towards his temple...his church...his sanctuary. The Large building sat in the very center of the city and attracted all kinds of men. The Wild Rumble was a very fun league for many reasons, not the least of which is the kind of entertainment the wrestling league was known for.

Wolf O'Donnell opened the door to the arena and took a long deep sniff of the air, taking into his lungs the scents he longed to smell. Leather and spandex, the sweat of other men, the smell of ozone from so many lights and electronics, and more importantly the smell of sex. That was the most exciting part of the lupine captain of the Star Wolf team, the thing that always kept him coming back for more. It was just the sex, but the fact that he got to have his way with some strong hunky young punks that think they're such studs, only to be rutted and bred like bitches in heat.

Wolf saw some new faces among the crowd of wrestlers that he'd beaten in the past and would beat again in this year's tournament. He couldn't wait to shove his cock into anyone stupid enough to get into the ring with him. The way he was feeling right now, he felt sorry for whatever poor soul they paired him with first this year.

"Oh! Wolf! I was wondering when you were going to get here."

Turning towards the direction of the voice he knew well, Wolf had a grin on his face that bared his fangs and made him look sexy and dangerous. The handsome koala was someone that even Wolf had to admit was very cute. He kept his fur clean and trimmed and always seemed to smell sweeter than anyone else in the building. "Ahhh, you know me, I like putting these young upstarts in their place."

"Yeah. I do know that. So, I'll just enter all your info into the docket and get back to you later. By the way, I set up your room already." Wolf quirks an eyebrow at the koala, and he answered the unasked question, "I knew you'd be coming this year."

"That so? Meet me there after my first win tonight. I want to thank you properly."

"Oh no...I couldn't. I'm much too bus-!" Wolf had leaned in close and planted a long, wet kiss on the surprised koala. His hands pulled the smaller male close and held him almost possessively, demonstrating his dominance with a simple hug and kiss.

Wolf broke that scorching kiss and grinned again, "I wasn't asking. See you tonight." Rather than leave, wolf waited for the koala's reply.

After realizing that the domineering lupine wasn't leaving just yet, the koala blushed deeply and stuttered out, "O-o-okay. I'll meet you in your...room tonight."

Grinning widely, Wolf moved past the koala, offering his rump a good hard swat, "Good boy."

As wolf watched the nervous koala walk away, rubbing his now sore butt, he smiled, happy in his place in the universe at this moment. Everything seemed right with everything else, but his eyes caught sight of a familiar face that made his blood boil. The moment he recognized that face Wolf found himself in hazy mix of emotions; anger, hatred, happiness, and fear all rolled around inside his mind confusing his body as he felt himself getting hard in his pants. Fox was talking to another of the men that helped keep the tournament running and organized, filling out his info for what Wolf had to guess was registration.

"Fox McCloud is here? That means the rest of his crew is here. Are they looking for me? They'll never find me!" It was at that moment that Wolf remembered where he was. His voice was low and sultry, like a predator stalking how prey through words alone, "Wait, Fox McCloud is here...of all places." Thoughts of dominating the smug little fox thundered into his mind, making his pants that much tighter. "I didn't know you had it in you, Foxy. It's gonna be fun to have you beg for mercy in front of a roaring crowd."

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A few hours later, the crowd was indeed roaring, fueled by their excitement for the spectacle they were here to see. While the audience was sizable at close to a hundred or so men, it wasn't as big as one would expect from a normal event of this kind. But when the lights dimmed and spotlights sprang to life illuminating the black curtains the crowd really went wild. The show was about to start and as the music kicked on, blaring a stylized rock and roll rift, the curtains were thrown open and a muscled tiger jumped out.

"Yeah!! It's me, gentlemen, Duke King!" The tiger began his dance for attention and admiration, flexing and showing off his barely covered body. The small wrestling briefs doing very little to hide the weight of what the tiger was packing between his legs. He jogged down the ramp with the spotlights keeping his tall toned body in view of the adoring crowd. Hearing them cheer for him made the tiger feel so alive and powerful, he leaped from the ground to the apron and flipped over the ropes straight into the ring, roaring after he landed gracefully on his feet. The black leather boots protecting his feet, knee and elbow pads doing the same for his joints.

"Bring on my opponent! I'm ready to take down anyone!"

Just then another bout of music started, this one blasted an electric guitar over the sounds of clanking swords and other sounds of war. The black curtains parted again and the spot lights shone down on stocky black bear. He was stoic as he walked towards the ring, his body clearly built for raw physical power as it was clear just how thick his muscles were. His body was also barely covered as he wore a pair of wrestling shorts, boots, knee and elbow pads that were all white. He climbed slowly into the ring and bent over to get through the ropes, giving the crowd behind him a quick view of his backside.

The black bear stood back up and made his way straight up to his opponent, showing no fear, even though the tiger was a whole head taller and clearly had the reach advantage. "I'm tired of your arrogance, King. It's time you faced a real man in this ring. And there's no man greater than me, the Blacksmith!"

The show the men in the ring were putting on made the crowd cheer as it only made the real action that much better. Though he wasn't part of the crowd, Fox was still watching the match. He was curious to see just how skilled these wrestlers were. Seeing both the wrestlers in the ring at the same time, in each other's face, made Fox think it was a pretty unfair fight in the tiger's favor. But if the military vulpine had learned anything during his career it was to never underestimate an opponent.

The ding of the bell started the match off and as expected the fighters circled each other, daring the other to make the first move...the first mistake. It was the tiger that broke the stillness of the match, by twisting his body and aiming a high kick at the bear's head. But rather than duck or evade the blow, the bear simple threw an arm up. The thick and powerful arm took the entire impact of the tiger's torqued kick and rendered it useless.

Regrouping, the tiger spun back around and grinned at the stocky opponent. He had power and strength that much was clear now. The audience roared and cheered as the wrestlers continued to look for the upper hand. Fox was still watching too, sizing up the fighters in case he would have to face either of them later in the tournament. The bear was a strong opponent who mostly utilized rooted attacks and throws to weaken the opponent. The tiger on the other hand was the one catching his eye the most, utilizing his taller frame and agility in a 'hit-&-run' style of fighting. Fox secretly found himself rooting for the feline to win, if only to have the chance to face himself later.

As Fox watched the match, he suddenly looked past it as he spotted Falco watching the match as well. He ducked back behind a large pillar, keeping an eye on Falco and the match. "What the hell are you doing here Falco? Oh wait, you're here for the money, aren't you?" Fox pondered leaving for moment before he remembered that he couldn't leave once the tournament started. That was on his registration form. "Knowing you, you'd probably waste all that prize money before you remember we need it to fix the ship. Well, if I have to beat you to make sure that money is used to fix our ship, so be it!"

Falco had no idea that Fox had seen him, and in fact had no idea that Fox was here at all. He watched the bear block another attack by the tiger, admiring both of their skills but knowing that he could take them both down in no time. The bear would be no trouble for him, being strong but slow. The tiger, however, proved to be tall and agile man and that would be a challenge to take down. Falco grinned as he imagined the fun it would be having both those men at his mercy in the ring, all eyes on him watching his dominance and power. The blue bird was all smiles as continued watching the match.

True to his form, the tiger was content using his agile frame and reach to keep the stocky bear right where he wanted him. Ducking a heavy haymaker, the quick cat stood back up with a swift jab, connecting to the bear's jaw. More frantic swipes of his claws brought no satisfaction to the ursine fighter as he hit nothing but air. He was angry and every time he got hit by the weaker tiger it infuriated him more. Falco had to laugh as he saw just what the tiger was doing. The bear could easily power out of any hold put on him by the tiger with the longer limbs. But the bear wouldn't have that power if his strength was depleted by being tired.

"Nice play pussy cat." Falco said to himself, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms over his chest. "This is kind of boring though."

Duke King suddenly threw a new attack, dropping to his knees and grabbing the bears wrists, pulling the heavier man right off his feet. The black bear hit the ring with a thud and looked as if he were in some pain from the unexpected Fireman's Carry throw. Having taken down the bear, Duke King jumped back to his feet and threw his arms up in the air, the crowd exploding with cheers and roars of their admiration and appraisal. Falco saw this and unfolded his arms, seeing that they could indulge in the admiration of the crowd. So, when he got to his fight, he could show off too.

After celebrating the quick throw, Duke King jumped on the bottom rope of the wrestling ring and used it's bouncing force to throw his weight higher than he could jump on his own. He positioned an elbow out and it collided with the bear's chest, making The Blacksmith double over around that elbow before clutching his chest. Once again, the exuberant tiger celebrated by jumping up on the turnbuckle and screaming with adrenaline surging through him. The crowd returned his cheers and so did Falco, who at this point had his own hands in the air having joined the masses showing their admiration for the tiger.

Those cheers breaking Falco's beak were cut short, however, when his eyes caught sight of familiar and dangerous face on the other side of the ring. The blue bird knew that he would be very recognizable now, so he pulled up the hood from the shirt he was wearing and ducked behind a support pole. On the other side of the ring, watching the match with a grin lined with sharp fangs was Wolf O'Donnell.

"Wolf?! What are you...?" The question trailed off as Falco remembered where he was and what he was watching. That grin on the canine's face told Falco that Wolf wanted to be here, which could spell trouble for him and the Star Fox crew. He thought about leaving and reporting Wolf's appearance, but something in the ring caught his eye. The bear had torn off the crotch section of his opponent, Duke King's tiger cock clearly visible now. The sight of that cock brought into Falco's mind the realization that he could finally get some of his own revenge on Wolf for being such a pest in the past.

The match took a sexy turn when The Blacksmith got back to his feet and charged the embarrassed feline. Having been exposed flustered the tiger and made it possible to catch him off guard. With a quick hand planted to his chest, The Blacksmith pushed his opponent into the turnbuckle with his free hand grabbing the exposed meat and stroking it hard and fast to give him as much pleasure as he could as fast as possible. Falco saw all this and his grin grew back on his beak, "Oh I'm gonna have so much fun taking you down, Wolf."

Wolf O'Donnell was watching the erotic wrestling match with a glee that he hid well from everyone that knew him. But here, in this place, he could indulge his desires. The scents and sights of men dominating each other was so arousing to Wolf that he had to fight his boner to stay down. Seeing the bear gaining the upper hand on the smug tiger was something fun, but watching him let go of that cock and instead wrap his strong arms around the tiger was hot too. The thick and powerful ursine body had no trouble hefting the taller feline body up into a strong bear hug that made the tiger groan in pain. But he was also groaning from his naked crotch being forcibly ground against the bear's still covered but tented trunks.

As Wolf watched the struggling cat try to break free, he allowed his mind to wander to the thought of having Fox in his grasp. The feel of his younger body struggling for freedom against his body. Their hard cocks rubbing together until his rod was slick with their pre. Then he'd have that smug fox slut face down and taking every inch of his cock after beating him into submission. The fight would be fun, but the prize after winning was what Wolf wanted the most. It wouldn't be about love...nor lust...but Fox would know then that Wolf would always have power over him. And that was the most arousing thing about this league, the power he would have over all the fighters he beat.

Wolf shook his head clear, but couldn't get the grin off his face even if he wanted to. Inside the ring, the bear grunted as he threw the tiger across the ring like a toy. The impact was rough and left the tiger groaning, which gave the bear enough time to launch some of his own moves. He grabbed the tiger by his ankles and started spinning, his low center of gravity and raw physical power allowing him to once again throw his opponent like a Frisbee. The Blacksmith's displays of power were exciting for the crowd...and for Wolf especially. And with the tiger's cock exposed as it was, it was clear to everyone present that Duke King himself was enjoying being manhandled by the sexy ursine.

Fox was utterly shocked by what he was seeing in the ring. He was embarrassed to be watching this fight play out the way it was. But he stayed...was it just to stop Falco from claiming the prize money...or was it something else that kept his eyes on the men wrestling for dominance over the other? Surely, it wasn't the latter. His career had really taken up most of his life and time so he rarely had any time to 'find a port', as Falco often put it.

There was clearly doubt that hung in his mind and that was what scared Fox the most. He had been around the crew when they were naked in the showers, but that was nothing, right? He wasn't this excited in those moments with his crew...but he couldn't deny how he felt as he watched the men fighting each other. It was probably just the adrenaline of watching an exciting wrestling match and the atmosphere from the crowd that was getting to him.

Another thought flashed across his mind...did Falco know about the sexual nature of these fights when he signed up? Was this just a way for him to get as much attention as he could? Or was he purely after the prize money with the erotic wrestling matches just adding to the fun for him? Given this is Falco, both seemed par for the course. Well, he could have all the sex he wanted here in these fights, but Fox convinced himself in this moment that there was no way Falco was getting that money.

For Falco, the prize money for winning this wrestling tournament has taken second place following the excitement of how far the matches can go. He felt himself getting hard while watching the sexy men in the ring trying to gain the advantage against the other. And the fact that there were men screaming and cheering for more around him only excited Falco even more, because soon they'd be cheering for him! They'd want to see him naked...they'd want to see him in the ring flaunting his combative talents...and they'd want to see him dominate all his opponents. He reached down and rubbed the tent in his pants as he watched the tiger get thrown onto the floor. The bear tearing the rest of his opponent's briefs off him, leaving him completely exposed now.

With another hard tug, the bear's own thick cock bobbed free, making the crowd grow louder. Falco joined them in their cheers as the bear claimed his winnings in the form of spearing the tiger's tight ass. Falco remembered seeing Wolf and felt a wet spot forming in his pants at the thought of feeling his ass squeezing around him as he pumped him full of his bird cock. "Fuck! I hope I get to fight soon!"

Watching the weakened tiger not resisting the hard butt pounding being unleashed on him, was making Wolf even hotter. He was already on board with everything that went done here, having been coming here for a while now. But every time he watched a man forced to submit to the opponent's sexual advances through violence was every bit as arousing as the first he'd seen one of these matches. He felt his cock throbbing inside his pants and he didn't fight it anymore, allowing himself to enjoy the show and the sensations pulsing throughout his body. There was no better feeling than having some hot sex right after an exhilarating fight...and this time he might get to beat up and fuck Fox McCloud!

Looking back in the ring, he saw the tiger roaring as his cum sprayed onto the canvas. Wolf grinned with wicked glee, knowing that making them submit to him physically wasn't enough. No...he was currently fantasizing about controlling the orgasm of his opponents and making them beg for release before he'd allow them to cum. That would sound do good coming from Fox...so sweet was that idea that Wolf found himself not caring if he won the tournament or not if he could make that fantasy come true!

Another roar rose high above the cheering crowd as The Blacksmith claimed his final victory, pulling out and painting his humiliated opponent with his hot cum. The bear panted as he sat back on his knees, looking over the twitching tiger as he laid prone on the mat. He grinned and stood up, with raised arms and accepted all the adulation from the adoring and horny crowd. The crowd and the other fighters having no idea the turmoil that was about to be unleashed by three very determined men that have already decided they would be the winners of the Wild Rumble.

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