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Bloody Knuckle: Ronson's story

Part 6

Terror at the Rodeo

Friday, 5:48 am

I woke up the next morning feelin hazy. Listenin around I could tell no one else was up yet, so I stayed in bed. It was pretty chilly out, especially since I had no blanket. Grinny G's office wasn't cramped but it was definitely breezy.

I looked over at the other couch and saw Knuckle; his hairy back still. His breathing was light so I assumed he was still asleep. I wanted to touch him, and run my fingers through his brown fur.

While we had an axe to grind, there was no point being an early bull by myself. I wish Knuckle had woke up first...

Layin there lookin at him wasn't doin anything for me. I got up, careful not to stomp. Hooves are noisy. Two careful steps was all it took to put me kneeling next to the other couch.

"Hey Hairy, you awake?" I asked him. To my surprise, he flicked an ear, and rolled to face me. He looked like he didn't sleep. At all.

"Yeah." he said. I put a hand on his chest, and for a while I couldn't do anything but look at him. Everything in my mind was about his fight. Knuckle then put a hand on my back, and our eyes met. I found him right on the surface of his eyes; their light was all I wanted to see.

"Get off the floor." Knuckle said, and he shuffled back to let me on the couch. I sat at the other arm with a leg bent, and Knuckle joined me on my end, his back to my chest. I snugged him with my left arm.

"Ain't goin nowhere now..." I told him. For a little while we sat there, building warmth between us, until he suddenly jerked.

"Aww..." I started.

"Gotta piss..." he said with a smile, and he stiffly stood up and stretched. He shuffled off to the bathroom, and shortly after I heard him release his stream, noisy as he aimed dead center of the bowl. I could imagine his relief as his bladder emptied, and I realized a bit late I should have followed him.

Nothin like communal pissin.

Instead of watchin, I imagined his pleasure, his lip peelin back into a grin while he held his cock steady. His stream...might be pretty clear but he drinks way more than water. Right at the end, when I could hear his stream dwindle to slow drips, I pictured him flippin himself a few times before he hoisted his trunks waist level. Finally he flushed, and that's followed by a quick shiver as his warmth dropped a little. Soon enough though he came back to me, and I opened my arms to let him have his space back.

"I shoulda went back t'hold yer dick for y-" I started, but the opening office door cut me off. Grinny and the ex-cop E-Xander entered with a little haste.

Whatcha got?" Knuckle asked as they were opposite the counter of us. Grinny and the white wolf looked at each other first, then Grinny G. started to speak.

"Koda wants a two-on-two." He said, and Knuckle and I looked at each other, our spirits gainin height.

"Also, the Pazzieras like your plan!" the pit bull added. I guess he spoke to them, or got snatched up and black-bagged.

"So here it is, for all of it. Defeat Koda in a two on two." E-X said, and I patted Knuckle's shoulder.

"That's all. The betting alone will give them their money back. The fight is now just between yourselves. Win or lose, you can leave this all behind." E-X concluded.

"But if I lose..." Knuckle started, and I remembered what Koda said: "I'll take that tail for the world to see".

"I don't think you would. I know there is something within you that would make his defeat a snap" the white wolf began.

"Steel your heart, and vanquish your foe. Permanently." E-X said, lookin Knuckle in the eyes.

I knew Knuckle didn't want to hear that: even takin one life was about all he could stand.

"Ah ain't no damn assassin.." he muttered.

"I do have better news though." The white wolf added, readjusting his coat.

"Your employer Horus is unharmed. He went off the grid when he heard about the fire in your penthouse suite. He offers you his sincerest apologies for disappearing on you like he did. He feels you could have used the help." E-X ended, pulling a few stacks of bills from his jacket.

"This is your entry fee. Grinny overspent and couldn't contribute." E-x said, and the pibble Grinny gasped.

"Horus said HE wanted to help them out! They're staying here for free, NOT gettin beat up over some gangster shit! I swear!" Grinny pouted, and E-X smiled softly at the dog's fretting.

"So how long does that give us?" Grinny asked, calming down a degree. Knuckle and I were quiet as we counted to ourselves.

"If we go put in for the fight today, we could do it Sunday night. Prime-time viewing!" Knuckle hooted, squirming on me. He knew when the best slots were, as notorious as he had gotten to be.

"Knuckle, I also received a positive hit on your old home address." The ex-cop said. Knuckle froze then, and sat up on the couch slowly.

"That's... great, thank you." he said, and he sounded nervous or, uneasy. I kinda wondered why, since he never talked to me about his home. Grinny G gave us a thumbs up.

"My guys can do a few things under the hood so they fixed your trank up Ronson. You can drive him down there!"

Knuckle's head fell, then he stood up.

"The Pit Crew". A bunch of horny mechanics... Ah track..." Knuckle said with a nod.

***

10:18 am

We had been on the road for about four hours outside of the city, with trees, fresh air and open spaces ready to welcome us. It was pretty chilly out, so I made us both comfortable with some easy cruising and a warm interior. Even the seats were doin their part.

"Heya, Knuckle..." I started, trying to break up the silence. But I looked at him and saw he was asleep.

***

12:27 pm

Knuckle slept the whole time. I had to really shake him awake, after I pulled over at a derelict and shady-lookin' rest stop. I fished around in the back seat and tossed Knuckle a shirt of his. He barely ever wore any of them, as much as he works out and trains. It was black and red like his trunks, both colors complimenting his brown wolf hair.

"Knuckle, time to take a break..." I said, turning off the engine. He didn't move but there was a change in his stillness.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinkin' his focus back.

"I gassed up about an hour ago but the restroom wasn't public." I said, and Knuckle grunted as he opened his door.

"You okay, Killer?" I asked, and he glanced down.

"Ah ain't been home in years... Me'n Chief took off for The Underground, but Ah ain't have nobody back home t'worry 'bout me." he said, closing the door.

"'Cept him... And now you too." he said, and I felt a little warmth from him.

"Why're we comin out here?" I asked.

Knuckle's ears shifted to ride the wind.

"First thang: a quick vacation. Ah ain't been nowhere outside the city in years, and home sounded like the best place to be. And..." he paused, stretching.

"That...P.I said he knew 'bout my 'canthropy...in a way. Said Ah could take out Koda with no problem." he said, his drawl light.

"Sorta like my loads, the change builds up 'til Ah gotta purge it. Ah was saving the last one for when Ah found Chief's killer. Lucky me, he got what he was owed." he told me, and I sorta didn't understand.

"Purge it? Why the hell would ya wanna do that Knuckley?" I asked him. I kinda figured out why after I asked him but I wanted him to tell me, so I didn't mistake him.

"If Ah... When Ah beat Koda Ah want it to be by my own hands. Ah ain't even change the first time, but it's gotta be untainted. Ah'm a fighter. Ah don't wanna look back'n think Ah was too scared to face him with these fists." he said, clenchin one of 'em, and I was glad I came to the right conclusion.

"So then we...gotta drain your wolf huh?" I asked, with a smirk and a sniff. Knuckle sighted me, totally aware of my intentions.

"We ain't even there yet..." he said, a little uneasy, even with interest in his face.

"Knuckley, there's no one else here. If ya get a bit...growly, we got all the privacy we need." I said, reachin down to put his warm basket in my palm.

"Besides" I started.

"These big boys owe me some time." I said, and Knuckle grinned big.

"You sure YOU don't owe THEM?" he said, showing all his teeth in a smile.

****

I shoved him against the far wall of the run down building, grazing on his lips. Knuckle was hesitant at first but when I involved his balls he found some motivation.

"So when Ah tell ya to...just watch and...go with the flow, you'll be down with it, right?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Then it's about t'get cramped in here..." he said, pushin us both off the wall with just a hand.

He stood there as I gave him space, breathin like normal but something was off. He was smirking at me, like, one side of his muzzle showed more teeth than the othe-wait.

He wasn't smirking. I don't think he was even smiling.

His fists were balled up, and I saw blood drip from one of em. Then he...hunched over a little, his arms curled a bit with his tail wagging hard over and over.

"Hrrr..." he grunted, his eyes closed, his body vibrating all over, growing, bulging and flexing hard until it stopped, and he... opened his eyes.

His eyes filled me with terror. Knuckle was gone: there was nothing of him I recognized, only a heaving monster that looked at me.

I looked on, paralyzed with fear, and his ears swept forward.

"You wanna drain me...?" he said, and I...strained to hear it but Knuckle was in there.

"Then put your hoof to the floor and fuckin DRAIN ME." he repeated. The look of a predator scared the shit out of me. I couldn't run from Knuckle, so I closed my eyes.

"Pretty please?" I heard, and that got my attention.

I reopened my eyes and ...Knuckle was heaving like he ran a marathon. His arms were crossed, and a little blood ran from the corner of his mouth, which was smiling.

"Je-Jesus Knuckle..." I said, scared to death that my Knuckley might eat me.

For real.

"Wassa matta, RAWnie?" he responded, his voice deep, totally fuckin with me. He knew what the problem was.

"Knuckley you're... scary!" I confessed, almost hysterical. My heart was pounding, but I heard him scoff over the drumroll in my ears.

"Whatchu scared of? Only thang'o YOURS Ah'll eat is yer ass..." he said, his drawl totally different with this much deeper voice.

"Knuckle, I'm red meat, and YOU'RE A GODDAM WEREWOLF!" I cried, and Knuckle finally had it.

"Haha, yeah okay. You scared'o these?" he asked, and I looked up to see his trunks lower, exposing his veiny cock and...

"Those don't GET any bigger, DO they?" I asked, grabbing on to this revelation.

Knuckle's balls didn't upsize like the rest of him: they finally looked...small. But they dangled like his. My hand instinctually reached out and cupped them, and Knuckley's eyelids lowered.

My Knuckle was in there.

"Unnh..." he moaned.

I put hoof to the floor and tackled my wolf back into the wall behind him, our lips... Knuckle's bigger muzzle made kissing him easier since he was closer to my body mass. Our lips parted and I took a knee, Knuckle's floppy dick gettin hard in front of my eyes. It looked like his, just bigger. No real surprises here.

"You say the change 'builds up'... When was the last time?" I asked, already sure of the answer. With my hand I grabbed Knuckle's cock, feeling his heartbeat quicken. With his deep voice and his drawl he moaned softly as I stroked his pole to full mast, and I was...kinda liking this new version of my teammate. My partner.

"Last time Ah *oh yeah* went this far was *uhn* when Ah puuut *mmm, yeah Ronnie..* my foot thr- *ha, haaah...* through that cat's skull..." he managed. Even in this beastly state he was just as malleable in my hands. Maybe even felt better to him this way.

"But Ah was gonna tear that rhino UP..." he said, and by the end of his sentence he was drippin his precum.

"Come on now keep goin..." he instructed.

"Sorry...Why did you have to...change for this though?" I asked, softly pumping my wolf's stiff cock with my left hand gently lifting the tension off his dangling pair.

"Ah learned a long time ago that if Ah blow a wad when Ah'm like this it all resets. Ah'll be relaxed for the fight, and won't have this in my pocket to lean on..." he said, his eyelids lowerin as he took his cock in one hand, my mohawk in the other.

"S-suck it Ronnie..." he whimpered, and I...I couldn't say no to him. Just before I got to solvin Knuckle's problem, I looked up at his eyes. His soft, brown eyes that pleaded, begged me to get him off.

"Yeah, you look like you're gonna explode..." I said, noting how different he was, but also like I always knew him like this.

I started from his cockhead, kissin it, lubing up my lips before I sheathed him like a dagger. His arms spread out against the wall and I put my hands on his hips, slowly draggin his trunks down to the floor. My fingers went to scratch and rub his thighs, shifting to rub his furry butt. My neck was going at it, bobbin on Knuckle who was breathing deep, over and over, groaning out "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh..." with his monstrous voice, his tongue hangin over teeth.

It was hot. Knuckle shifted bit by bit and stepped out of his pile of shorts, spreadin his legs, his working thigh quivering as his right leg lifted up.

"Haaha, get at me babe..." he said to me, cool and sexy, softly grinding his crotch against my lips, bathing him in the slimy hairs at the back of my tongue.

Cattle detail.

"Hnnn... Aaaah..." he said, and it sounded to my ears that Knuckley was in real need, and I was just the bull for the job.

Taking the lead, I started to goad him, shifting to a stall and he collapsed to a useless toilet.

By then he was heaving every time my lips landed in his lap, his palm suckin on my neck and he moaned out again, and my right hand traveled up his hairy chest, down his arm to let our fingers weave. He looked like he'd been tossed around, the hair on his head and eyebrows wild.

I slurped off stud-puppy's pole and I looked him in the eyes, his flickering, meta-natural predator's eyes.

"Want me to fuck that ass?" he asked, and I softly sucked down to half his boner before I answered him.

"Knuckley, you'd tear me up..." I said, half chucklin' and half submissive.

"Nah, nah Ah ain't gonna tear ya up, Ah'll go real slow, Ah'll go real slow..." he said, workin his magic, tryin to convince me to bend over for him.

Don't get me wrong, I'd have loved to.

"Knuckley..." I started.

"Yer calling me by 'at name, you mus' want a big piece'o doggy..." he said, his eyes softly lookin me over with his occupied hand rubbing the back of my neck.

"You really want to fuck me Knuckle?" I asked, all bashful because he likes it like that, also because he's such a stud...

"Hell yeah Ah wanna fuck ya Ronnie, Ah'll make ya feel damn good too..." he said, his hand moving to rub my shoulder, and a flex of his cock put it back on target. I gave Knuckle a few more minutes of smooth, wet head before I shifted back to my knees.

"Okay..." I said, and Knuckle stood up, his hairy body warm. An extended hand lifted me to my hooves.

"You wanna strip?" he asked me as we moved to the back wall and I loosed my belt to pull my jeans down just enough to let him lay his eyes on my ass.

"Nah Killer, just do your thing." I said, blushing, leaning against the wall with my tail flicking around, and Knuckle strokin his cock before he took point behind me.

The view was different since he was a bit taller, but last time...

"Knuckley, when was the last time you had some ass?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow, tossing my tail end about his face. He grinned, smacking my ass cheeks with his hot dick.

"Last time Ah had a tight, willing hole stick it out long enough fer me t'empty my nuts was..." he said, stopping to meet eyes with me.

"Just before we made this... about us." he said, moving closer to plug my bullseye. I felt him spread me the smallest bit; I yelped and he put his hairy, hard chest to my back, bringing us close together.

"Hnnah, Knuckley, Knuckle, ah..." I hissed, whimpering as he pressed in a bit deeper, his girth unforgiving...but patient. My hand gripped his hairy thigh, and each time he pressed deeper for just a moment I thought he was gonna unzip me from the ass up. His hand found mine though, and it helped.

"Atta bull, Ah'll stretch ya out first, then we can have our rodeo..." he said, pulling away soft enough to sting just a bit further in.

"Ya gon' buck me off?" he asked softly, slowly gaining ground.

I bit my lip and took the slow bite of his spread: he wasn't in a hurry but I could feel his need. I knew he needed this because I couldn't resist him. His roaming, assuring hands, his deep, sexy voice, his smooth movements...

"Knnnuckleyyy..." I moaned, his hands shifting to hold my waist still and steady, and his panting was like bolts of plasma down my neck, hot and spiky.

One soft, final shove put him balls deep, spreading me to a familiar limit and at once Knuckle got to work, thrusting at a moderate pace. I threw a hand against the wall and braced myself: Knuckle was panting with his eyes half-closed.

This fuckin stud...

One of his hands rose to test my beefy pectorals with pinches and squeezes, his thrusts breaking the silence even as trucks and the like passed on the freeway.

He was so hot, focusing on his pleasure like he was. I grinned at a crazy idea.

"Knuckley, Chief is watching..." I said, and after a moment of silent thrusts he replied

"Yeah, he is... Ain't nothin between my legs new to my master, either."

"Ohh, he's *UNH* seen your *OH* dick before?"

"Damn right he has. He'd have a camera right under my asshole for the action, even cheering me on." Knuckle said to me, a soft smile on his face with every word.

"He lemme kiss'im once, when Ah beat Koda back then..." he recounted.

"He bought me an escort that night and he'n Ah even shared some pussy!" he said with glee.

"His eyes exploded when he saw my dick first time, an' he asked if my nuts were swole..." he added, keepin his pace and I though about Chief, having a hornball like Knuckle as his fighter, and his pet.

"Did he, *oh fuck* did he eveeer ca-catch you jackinnng off?" I asked, through unsteady legs and strained words.

"He did, and he must have been spying on me in the first place. Ah like t'think he knew whenever Ah was, and popped up just to gimme a lil fire here'n there... He wadn't shy 'round ME neither... He liked briefs. Ah'm the bigger dog though." he added, smirking, followed with a deep thrust I felt all the way in, stabbing me so hard and good...

"Uhn, uhn Knuckley that's deep..." I called out, feeling his pole send a hot electric surge through me and Knuckle pressed in, swaying his hips left and right as he worked me loose.

"Fuck yeah baby..." he panted, his loose and low-hanging balls tagging my ass. That burning surge, that pulse of heat... Knuckle was softly mashing my prostate with his smooth thrusts.

His right hand shifted from my waist to below my right hip, rubbin around until he pressed up against my rear quad, and I got the idea that he wanted me to lift that trembling leg. I went with him, and my inner thigh met the wall and he gasped as he had better access, and we fell against the wall with his head pressed to my cheek, his hips landing loud. I could see it in his eyes, how much he wanted me to help him get off, but he wanted me here with him through it. I was the hole he was plowin, but he wasn't gonna leave me high and dry.

"Hu-ohh fuck..." he said as he sank in deep again, my fist pounding the wall as he moaned deep into my ear.

"Haaaah Ah'ma do you good'n LONG, ya hear?" he asked, drawing my arms to my sides and fell close to me.

"Hooooh Knuckley you g-"

The sounds of a flushing toilet cut me off and our moment came to a screeching halt. I hadn't heard anyone come in, maybe they were already here?

"Holy shit!" Knuckle hissed, giggling as he pulled out and donned his trunks in a flash. He glanced around, his terrifying teeth visible as he helped me lift my jeans (while helping me keep steady) and buckle my belt.

But then he was a step away with a boner in his shorts, lookin over his shoulder at me as he passed the closed stall on his way out, with the biggest grin on his face.

****

1:27 pm

I set the self-driving cruise control to 75 and let my ride do its thing, so my right hand could practice my standard shift on Knuckle. His trunks were in my floorboards and his bare ass was on my seat, the window cracked enough to let his ears flop around while I jerked him off, squeezin and tuggin' his shaft with some rough grips.

He didn't mind it though; he spread his knees and let his hand rub my shoulder.

I occasionally spit or let Knuckle drool into my palm and kept him slick, the hairy beast grinning as I took my other hand and rubbed his hairy balls all over, tuggin' his scrote taut enough to make his bared teeth gleam in the sunlight.

"Belieeeve me, when we get parked..." he started, before he shifted closer.

"Think this thang'll handle driving while Ah get to blowin out yer back?" he asked, and I felt a bit small right then: his sole motivation was to blow his load.

"Just roll over an' lemme git back in there... Ah know yer wet, Ah can smell it." he said, breathin through his mouth while he spoke.

He was right though; my lonely hole tingled, wet from his precum. I was pretty well gaped too, Knuckle left no stone unturned. If he bent me over his lap and blew on my ass hole I bet I'd sound like a jug.

"C'mon Ronnie, lemme fuuuck..." he groaned, grinning at me while I squeezed and stroked his cock.

I thought about it though, for a moment.

"We gotta get to where we're going. But when we get parked... You'll get all the time, space, and attention you need." I said, looking at the dashboard screen with a smirk. We had about fifty-five miles left before we got to where Knuckle needed to be.

***

We had come to a stop at an intersection and I opened my center console and found all the fixings for a couple of joints, an ash cup, and a small comb, with a spare blunt already rolled up for us.

I might have forgotten about it, but who knows.

I handed the premade stick to the werewolf riding shotgun, and he held it with his lips as I sparked him up.

"This ain't too hard" I said as Knuckle took a drag, the red hot cherry twinklin like a star before it slowly capped over with ash. After a moment he exhaled, his voice carrying the smoke around the cab before the draft from the window let it out.

"Aaaaaah..." he said, licking his lips and blinking slow. Good thing he was down for a smoke, because I think that kept him calm.

He took another hit, a long drag this time, and ashed afterwards.

No one was around: driving from around Old town Austin to Knuckle's home town put us in a real nice place. Heh, plenty of county and farm roads we could entertain ourselves on.

A cloud of weed smoke swallowed my head, and I looked at Knuckle, and he waved his cock around.

"You bored?" he asked, cool and eager to get back to the fun stuff. A bead of his precum ran down his cock to his nuts.

I grabbed his head cushion as I looked around outside the vehicle, making sure no one was driving up.

"Depends..." I said, looking down at the throbbing piece of stud puppy pointing at my nose.

"We'll find ya somethin to dooooh shiiit..." Knuckle moaned as my lips fell down his pole again, but he pulled me back up by my hair.

"First..." he started, licking my wet lips before his lips approached mine, meeting softly before we separated again, Knuckle's hand guiding me back down to his glistening shaft. It was pretty simple after that. With a slick and drippy smirk I resumed my care. At the back of my mind I felt I was just seconds away from death, but Knuckle never acted on his predator's instincts.

"F-fuck..." he panted, his left hand drifting from my head to my back, under my shirt to put his bare pads on my skin. My lips rose and fell, polishing Knuckle's cock with love, with his gasps and moans easily lettin me coast on, drinking his pleasure like fuel. He wasn't quiet.

"Oooh yeah, just like that, just like that..." he drooled. The same up and down, the same pressure. I love Knuckle. I want him paralyzed with my good head. That what they call "Soul-snatchin"?

"Hnnng, Ronnie, o-oh fuck..." he gasped, his arms flailing to me, and all over his part of the cab, touching and grappling uselessly with everything.

"S-slow down bud..." he groaned, and I did...just enough to let him really feel it.

"Rrrronnie it's, it's gon-...gonna be a big one... You su-... ssssure?" he panted, his eyes like a meter I could read. He was pretty close to blowin his wad, and a few more bobs of my head made his mouth snap shut, groaning as... I slid off his throbbing, crazy pole. Knuckle by now was breathing hard, and after he calmed down he took another drag of his blunt. Puttin my hair back in place with the comb I sat up, shifted to drive, and crossed the intersection, grinnin like I punched a hole in god.

****

We passed through a town called "Henderson", entering a densely forested area and hit a light before a left turn, near a smashed-up brick building.

"That's old Clayton's. No booze there." he said, and the light changed. We rounded the corner, and Knuckle pointed to an old lookin trailer on the right, next to a newer but abandoned building.

"No booze because that was a daycare." he said, and we drove down a highway numbered 2011. The road was lined with pine trees goin down and back up a hill to a five-way stop where we were the only ones there.

"I thought pine trees like these went extinct..." I said aloud, and Knuckle nodded, grunting softly as I kept up the strokes and tugs on his shaft.

"Oooh yeah..." he moaned out, hittin' his blunt hard and long, over and over.

We passed through the stop and the road dropped on both sides to make steep cliffs that it would suck to roll down.

I glanced at Knuckle: his head was tilted back with his lips pulled back into a soft smirk. He always showed his dominant side when I polished his shaft for him.

"Turn left at the church..." he whispered, and as I eased into it I felt his heartbeat pick up.

According to my fingers he was anxious, but I knew better. He could barely hold himself together.

"Almost there..." he said, his deep voice almost booming in my interior. I jumped, tense from anticipation but prepared. He already opened me up...

"You ready?" he asked, pulling up his tight shirt, stuffed with dense muscle and thick hair.

"Oh gosh man, you're... really ready for this..." I said, grinning at Knuckle, who put his hands back on me.

"It's important, and it's something to share with you Ronnie." he said, twitchin' by his midsection when I put another tough squeeze on his cock.

"Gonna buck you off, right outta the gate Knuckley." I said with a wink.

"Then Ah'll just bite down." he said, and I shivered.

We passed the church and drove down a winding back road, with Knuckle telling me the last few steps to end up at an abandoned home with a peach colored coat of paint on it. The windows were boarded up, and the lawn unkempt.

The house where Knuckle grew up.

I parked my ride in the ratty driveway and looked around, letting my seat back.

"Pretty old lookin place, Killer..." I said, but Knuckle was quiet.

I looked at him and my heart jumped into my throat: his chest was heaving, his teeth were bared, and he started to rip his shirt off.

"Told ya..." he said, and I went ahead of his pace: shirt first, then my pants. With my pants at my ankles I rolled over, trembling at my lover's mercy, and he was on me in a flash, making me cry out as he went straight to stickin me balls deep.

"Knnnuckle OH FUCK!" I shouted, as he pounced on me. He pinned my chest to the seat, on hand on my ass as he hammered away, growling hotly as he held me still.

"Gonna...fuckin... Oooh shit..." he said, takin my horns in his hands for leverage, driving his fat dick into me with strength.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed his thigh, moaning, his hard thrusts sending surges of heat and electricity through me.

His mouth was by an ear of mine, huffing and panting as I found some strength to clench my hole around his cock.

"Augh, can you keep it tight like that Ronnie?" he asked me, but every steely punch through my hole after that told me I couldn't for long. Knuckle...

He was just about in a frenzy, with how hard he was slamming against my beefy ass.

I could barely handle him but I loved it. His cock was hot and went deep, accurately and with speed. He was humping me hard enough to make the vehicle rock; Roundup's suspension sang out like a mattress under the both of us.

"Uhn, Knuckley..." I hissed, clenching a fistful of his thigh hair.

"Haah Ah'm right here babe..." he said, his hands swiftly shifting to grab mine. He would shift to kiss my neck as he went on, his stamina unbelievable. His pace never failed.

"Knuckley, Knuckle fuck my hooole..." I whimpered, and Knuckle let his nose rub against my cheek.

"Just don't buck me off, baby..." he said, his hips shifting to a more smooth stroke.

****

Knuckle rolled me to my side with my leg over his shoulder, fucking me limber. He was on fire, crashing down my ass hole like a boiling tidal wave.

He wasn't playin'. I had my face buried into my elbow pit, my other fist balled and pounding my headrest with Knuckle bangin' me like I was a vault door he had to open.

Then he stopped, shifting me to my knees to mount me from behind, slamming balls deep again, huffing so much heat the windows fogged up. Every hard, loud slam sent waves of searing pleasure through my body, my cock squirting ropes of cum all over my door.

Knuckle was shooting his precum inside of me, with it leaking from my hole every time he sank into my ass.

I glanced at the clock: Knuckle was buried for two hours now, working on burning his candle all the way out. I was exhausted already but Knuckle needed me. He let me know how he was doing here and there too.

"Ronnie, this fuckin tight, good hole is gonna help me nut so hard..." he said, his tongue dripping onto my neck as I fought to clench my ass for him again. Once I managed it he froze, his cock throbbing inside me hard.

"Ugh, uggh..." he panted in pleasure, and with one hand he grabbed one of mine, pulling me on top of him, routing straight up as his hips returned to work, spearing my hole with gravity, falling onto his crotch over and over.

"Agh, agh Knuckleyyyy..." I whimpered, his cock roughly drilling upwards. He took my arm and put it over his shoulder, looking me in the eyes. I couldn't fail my friend. He needed me to be tough, bouncing on his tall, fat cock like I was.

"Ooooh fuck this hole is hugging my dick so good" he said, before throwing me back to my chest, pressing me down, and slamming my abused hole hard. He was starting to growl and I knew he was about to blow his load, well worth a few hours of edging and teasing him.

"Rrr, take...TAKE THIS FUCKIN KNOT!" he roared, hammering his boulder into place one cratering impact at a time.

"Ah, ah, ah, Knuckllle!" I screamed, grabbing on to him as he gave me a mass of hot flesh to squeeze with my battered ass hole.

"FUCKIN..YEAH!!" he cried, jackhammering inside me so hard, squeezing me like a pillow as his cock throbbed and spat his jizz, hot and thick like magma. I felt every solid rope launch and settle, and Knuckle was trembling, teeth bared as he shrank a little bit at a time.

****

Knuckle came inside me for almost an hour after he tied. I was exhausted but HE passed right out. He drooled over my side as he reverted to his regular slim, spry, hairy self. It took him a while the first time we fucked, but now I was SURE he was relaxed. He honestly looked so peaceful, breathing deep as he slept. I wouldn't blame him either, since I made sure not to let a single drop escape: I clenched down on him HARD.

He really shot huge this time: I noticed my gut had swelled with his massive load. I tested it with a hand and felt the volume surge and slosh around like a waterbed.

"Jeez..." I said, and I turned the radio on to kill the silence.

"...this Sunday in the Underground! A grudge exhibition match for the ages, KNUCKLE VERSUS KODA! Buy your tickets tonight! THE FUR'S GONNA FLY!" I froze as I heard the announcement. Someone broke a rule of the Underground: all of this is under the table. Broadcasting the fight as an exhibition was smart though: no oversight needed.

"Koda wants an audience..." I heard Knuckle groan out as he stretched, and slowly pulled out of my ass. I fought to keep my hole closed, our eyes rolling as we separated.

"Just as well, he can lose with a crowd." he said, rubbing my thigh.

"Maaan that was awesome Ronnie..." he told me, speaking proper again. I had gotten used to his deeper voice, but I was glad to have the original Knuckle back in my arms.

"Damn right Killer. We can rest a bit before we head back out" I said, finding it easy to open up to him, now that he looked like I could kick his ass again (if I was crazy).

"I got your back Knuckle. We're almost out of this." I said, and my wolf looked me in the eyes, the tension he carried with him now gone.

"Two on two. We gotta do this. For Chief." he said to me.

"Not just him, but for you too Knuckle. For us." I said, with an enthused snort.

"For...us. " he said.