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My name is Koda.

I won my first fight in the Underground when I was 18, fresh out of highschool, when instead of going to college I beat a raccoon guy's face in so hard I made his eyeball dangle, and it swelled up big and round.

I was hooked then.

I was 25 when I lost to Knuckle.

A seven-year reign, erased by an amateur.

That came and went though, and I would have my chance to face him again and win, but that was taken from me. A seven year reign and a three-year vacation, to end up as the fighter for the Pit Crew's leader: a pit bull named Grinny G.

He's sort of a gangster.

He deals cocaine out of a mechanic's garage, and his boys (around sixteen of them) all launder the money through their business.

It's fine with me: his boys all love me and I get to do the only things I care about.

All thanks to Knuckle.

His last fight, our rematch, was cut short when his teammate got stabbed. The only problems I have with this are that my "teammate" was pushed too far, and that I had to have one that weak in the first place.

I wanted too much.

I should have fought that runt one on one.

Instead, I wanted him to HAVE his little meaty treat there when I knocked him over. I wanted to take my life back with the hardest strike I could, by showing the Underground who the best wolf was. Even if Knuckle is a carrier for...fucking lycanthropy.

I wanted his "master" there too, because what wolf lets a goddam DOG put a collar on him?

Knuckle, that's who would.

I didn't know that the guy he calls Chief got killed though, and truth be told, finding that out how I did was shitty. Knuckle told me that like I played a part in it myself, but it's not like I wanted him dead even after my defeat. He did beat me fair and square.

He gets his credit, for going through his loss the way he did.

"Knuckle, Knuckle, Knuckle..." I found myself muttering often, even since we both...moved forward on the day he left.

***

I train on my own. Knuckle and his bull friend (he confuses the hell out of me: you EAT those) left their weights here when they left the Underground. Fine with me: I don't have to spend any money of mine. Honestly I wanted for nothing here.

Grinny's garage, the Pit Crew's den, is pretty big. The mechanic's bay is on the ground floor, and we all...most of us sleep on the second story.

I can't find myself in an isolated state when I wake up because someone or anyone comes to snuggle with me through the night. Almost every one of them by now, except Grinny and a couple more, and that too is okay with me.

I'm learning new things. Grinny does drugs but he's a responsible leader and he takes care of his boys. I can't be mad at him for that.

So yeah, I'll fight for him. The body and mind must grow together, and for me that means I have to see the world through new eyes.

****

I stopped outside Grinny's office. I have enough clout here to listen to Grinny talk drug business with his boys.

His guards, two brown and grey pit bulls named NiNo and Mick, eagerly waved me on; no worries about me. I pushed the door open, apparently just in time and joined the pack of dogs.

"Oh hey, there he is" Grinny said as I pulled up a chair.

"Koda, you're going with Atom, Cheese Chloe, and Tommy." he said, and they all waved.

Atom was one of the mechanics, but he didn't live here. Grinny kept him paid well enough to stay in one of the fancy apartments in the upper west side. He wasn't tall: maybe five and a half feet. Pretty standard look: he had blueish gray hair and a slick buzzcut. He wore his coveralls all the time so I don't know what he looks like under it.

Cheese was a rescue: Grinny found him full of holes. He's a short, hefty bully breed with caramel colored hair, and just about where his muscles start to stretch his shirts is where the scars start. He's always met me with a smile, so I don't know what set his attackers off. He's one of the ones that likes to snuggle whether we screw or not.

Chloe... He's five foot eleven with natural ears, with white hair that gently turns to pink around his armpits and his crotch.

He...is a he if he says he is. But he also has the littlest pussy under his seemingly endless supply of fleece cargo pants and vests.

Lastly was Tommy, who likes to party. He's one of Grinny's "Cool guys". He has white hair with a brown spot on his head, always carries a flask of something sweet or spicy, likes jean shorts with big belt buckles and airbrushed shirts, and works his arms constantly.

Lucky for me I'd gotten to know these four early on, so we didn't have many issues.

Grinny went on, talking about his next score. What it actually was though, I didn't care: I was just there for the fight, if it even came down to it.

****

We had been on the road, the five of us, for about ten minutes headed downtown. Grinny let us use a pretty spacious Escalade to ride in.

Chloe was driving, taking care to obey traffic rules. Atom rode shotgun, with Cheese, myself, and Tommy in the back.

"Get comfy guys" Atom said aloud.

"It's out of the county." he said, and Cheese smiled, settling into his seat.

"Sweet, a short road trip." he said. Tommy took a flask from his pocket.

"Wild Turkey?" he asked, and Atom took the flask first, passing it to Chloe then Cheese.

"Damn Chloe, you drank it all!" Cheese said, passing it to me. I shook it around, listening for the fluid level and sipped lightly. The burn of the bourbon met my tongue and the swig I took set fire to my insides.

"Don't look now, there goes Havard..." Tommy said and my head snapped to the direction he was looking. The rhino was walking down the sidewalk with his right arm in a sling, and the last time I saw him came rushing back to me.

"Chloe, stop the car."

****

Chloe drove past Havard a little bit, and I hopped out with a swiftness to tail the rhino.

On the sidewalk I weaved between pedestrians, eyes forward, locked on his back.

This guy...

This fuckin guy cost me more than my ego did.

He rounded a corner, and, a few steps behind him I glanced back at the Pit bulls.

Cheese smirked at me and waved me on, like he was eager to get some closure out of the deal too. A moment after he rounded the corner I heard Atom say "Hey Koda! Leave us the tongue!" and, despite Atom absolutely blowing my cover, I loved the surge of frustration, and it was all going to help me rip that fucking rhino's horn off. I'm gonna say I don't know Atom the best, but he's been solid on a level.

I heard Havard gasp, and I grinned.

One fur turned to look at me.

"Koda?" they asked.

"Holy shit it's him!" said someone else. One by one people in the crowd identified me and I drank it up.

"Hey Havard..." I said, loud enough for him to hear.

***

I slammed the rhino against the wall in a nearby alley, after I vigorously...guided him.

I'd say I was a little winded but that was the chase.

"Remember me?" I asked him.

"K-Koda!" he shouted, his eyes growing wider by the second. His eyes were red; he might have been high on something.

"I owe you some disappointment." I started, my grip on his neck tightening.

"You had to use a goddam knife..!" I said, grunting as I threw him into some garbage. He shot right back up though, the fight enough experience to teach him the basics.

(Good, he's easier to thrash) I thought.

(His right arm is busted so his guard is paper-thin.) I thought, rushing to throw a jab that he parried to his left, fist down. I followed it, locking his arm at a right angle and twisted it to throw him with a hard roll.

"GUH!" he grunted, and I went with him in the roll to end up crouched, remembering that the fight with Knuckle dusted off my ukemi rolls. One hand flat on the dusty alley floor, I was looking at Havard just above his face, inverted, stating pretty strongly that he couldn't get away from me.

"FUCK YOU!" he shouted, swinging his clubbed rhino foot at me in a kick. Bad move: I caught his blow with crossed arms, held his leg up with my right hand, and stomped hard on his taint. I smashed his asshole to his balls, stomping his crotch hard.

"GUAAAH!!" he screamed and I let him fall, scrambling away with one arm.

"You know how long I waited? Huh!?" I shouted at him, shifting to his side to kick him. He rolled from the blow, his eyes bulging, and he managed to get up again.

"I'm an.. enforcer of the Pazzieras!" he grunted out, his wobbling knees inches from knocking together.

"And they saw you aren't worth the money!" I roared at him, now shaking with rage. I punched at Havard but he dodged with a yelp; my fist lodged into the brick wall behind him.

"Seven fucking years I've been in Knuckle's shadow!" I hissed, pulling my fist free, readying another punch. Havard was heaving, but he took a good breath and said "You better get used to that then, because that'll never change. Everyone knows about you, and now that HE'S gone...you got your chance to be on top again."

After he said that I felt my rage die. He was right: no one could stop me. To Knuckle's credit, he is a werewolf. To MINE, he wouldn't have won if he wasn't.

One more right hook sent Havard to the ground.

"Never ball up your fists again." I said, and I left him there to rejoin the dogs, with a new goal.

****

After a bit more driving we got to the...

"The old Fairgrounds?" Tommy asked. I looked out and saw all the old rides, rusted solid and no longer safe.

"Why didn't they knock all this down?" Chloe asked. Atom passed another flask back to Tommy.

"Well, the radiation was too great then. We're still taking a risk to come here without protection..." Atom said.

"Nah you're right, that bombing wasn't that long ago..." Chloe added, looking around.

Some tents were still set up.

They had holes in them, probably from wind shear and shrapnel, and they whistled as the wind blew through them. I thought I saw something dart away from the hole when I looked.

"Then we'll be quick." Cheese said with a smile, drawing a revolver pistol from his shorts.

When that happened, they all went into business mode: no one was smiling after. Atom zipped up his jumpsuit, Chloe pulled out a handgun of his own, and Tommy tucked his shirt in behind his big belt buckle.

Atom was the first to talk.

"Spread out. We're looking for a fry cooker. I'll find some copper." he said, pulling out a pair of wire strippers.

***

We separated, with me heading off to check a blue tent that was by the far side. It looked like a ring-toss booth, with most of the game ripped apart like a living chainsaw went at it.

I saw enough assorted rings scattered about and collected ten, squeezing them past my fists. Alternating between red, green and blue, I felt good about the accessories.

(I should get some custom made. I'll get some made.) I thought, when I heard a crash.

On guard, I looked around and realized it was one of the guys.

"I got one!" I heard Tommy shout, and shortly after that I ended up back with the pack of dogs. Tommy had the fry cooker held above, his big arms flexing as he heaved it around for us to see.

It looked like a 10-gallon vat, and Tommy set it down as Atom knelt to inspect it.

"Not bad. Was it plugged in?" Atom asked. "Nah, I think I got lucky!" he said with glee.

Cheese rounded a corner, zipping his shorts up and he winked at me. Chloe was the last to arrive, closing his jacket up. He didn't look pleased, and his holster was empty.

I made eye contact with him, glancing at the empty holster, and Chloe glanced away after meeting my eyes. I took a step toward him and Tommy set off to take the fryer back to the car with Atom.

Now face to face with Chloe, with a growing heat in my chest, I addressed the issue.

"Just tell me where-" I started, dodging a...

It was a quill..a big around as a dime, almost a foot long and partially hollow, buried into a post. I didn't see where it came from, and things were quiet.

I glared around, my eyes wide as I searched for the origin of the attack.

"Get back with the other guys..." I said, easing past him with a hand on his shoulder. Cheese was right behind me, his revolver pointed down.

"Use that last" I said to him, fully aware he was only following me to make sure I came back.

He can definitely suck my dick.

***

Cheese and I made a swift channel through the alleys of tents and we found him straight away. He wasn't alone though.

The quill came from a porcupine. The porc was brown and sneering, and he was wearing boxing trunks with fingerless gloves. His comrade looked like an armadillo, but instead of thick scute plates he had darker, almost reflective iron plating.

"Me'n my buddy heard you all drive up, Koda." the porc said. His friend chimed in with "You're all such noisy dogs, we could have shot you all cock-eyed." he said, and I popped my neck in preparation.

"Yeah, about that. You took my friend's gun." I said, otherwise motionlessly.

"Ladies don't need guns." the porc said, and Cheese immediately drew his revolver on the porc and fired, but the 'dillo's armored arm raised and deflected the bullet in time. More like it exploded, when it hit the plate.

"Hey... Chloe's a guy. Don't be a dick." Cheese said as he took aim again.

"You can't block TWO bullets..." he said, and I followed up by walking ahead to meet the porc between us. He followed my lead, but he drew Chloe's gun and tossed it to my feet.

"Now I have your attention. You'n me're gonna throw down, in the ring..." he said, as he turned away.

"What's your name?" I asked, a bit tiredly.

"Shurrey." he said, and the 'dillo too gave his name as they left us alone.

"Brays."

***

Cheese and I found the other guys at the Escalade and I swiftly handed Chloe his gun back when we weren't being observed. I quickly made the "ok" sign and both Tommy and Atom began to rain questions down on us.

"We heard a gunshot! Where did you two go? Who was that? Will you help us load up the fryer??" Tommy added the last question at the end, and amongst their chattering I looked back over my shoulder at the mass of tents.

We loaded the fryer up, we all took our seats, and we headed home.

***

Grinny had a celebration: for an easy job, it was pretty well done.

Most of the crew was in the bay, suckin each other up. Reggie and Mike (the best buds), Tommy, T-Cobuk, and Lex had shades on, and different colored speedos, holding a boom box on one shoulder and danced around the group of pit bulls and me, shaking their asses together as they moved with the music, something pretty fast-paced. The group of cool guys had our shindig under control.

I could see Grinny in his office as he talked to Atom, Clancey and Choco, his smart guys. Their eyes were all cast downward, so I guessed they were looking at plans. The smart guys always had a plan.

Cheese and Chloe were with me in my spot; all three of us laying on a pretty thick, spacious, and soft pad.

They both were laying on an arm of mine apiece, running their hands through my chest hair, but Chloe's hand trembled faintly.

"You're okay, Chloe. You're here with us." I told him, and Cheese put a hand on Chloe's arm.

"We're your boys! We got your back!" he said, smiling. Chloe nodded, and moved closer to me, bringing Cheese closer as well.

"Tough guy..." I called to Chloe, and his white cheeks flushed into pink as he blushed.

***

Later that night I found myself talking to Grinny.

"Someone else was there..." I started. He blinked, then coughed once. I continued.

"Two fighters. They disarmed Chloe, to get me out there."

"You think they wanted the fryer?" he asked, but I shook my head.

"They probably didn't know anything about it." I said.

"Grinny... What's it for?" I asked, and he raised his eyebrows like he didn't understand.

"The fryer..." I added.

"Oh! Yeah, it costs a lot to rent one. Why pay the money when the fairgrounds had so many? We needed it, there were plenty." he finished.

"You mean we..." I started.

"Yeah, we need a fryer. To cook with." he said, like I didn't understand.

"To cook drugs?" I finally asked, and Grinny then started to laugh.

"OH! No, to cook food. Most of the crew lives here so we need a better kitchen." he said, and that matter was resolved.

"Grinny..." I started.

"I won't ask questions about the jobs and the plan. But they attacked Chloe, and that's not cool."

"And no one here wants to protect him more than you!" he said, looking down at the floor plans. I shifted in my spot.

"Look, after the party you can take the night off. Get a workout in, maybe even get laid. I'm surprised you haven't knotted anyone so soon after gettin back!" he said with a chuckle. I remained silent.

After a few moments more, Grinny looked up at me again.

"What else?" he asked.

"They want to fight me." I replied, the faintest traces of a smile on my muzzle.

"Well okay!" he said cheerfully, jotting a note down with a short pencil.

"We'll get that set up for you." he said with a nod, and I took my leave of him after that.

*** The Next Day***

Thursday, 6:14 am

I woke up in a pile of dogs. Cheese and Chloe had an arm of mine each, and a hand down my trunks.

Cheese was stirring, but his hands were awake, touching me softly.

Chloe stood up though; he claimed he needed to take a piss and his pills. He snapped his underwear level and stepped between the bodies of other sleeping dogs.

I lied there awake for a bit, and Cheese's friendly paw softly cupped my balls.

"Mornin' Cheesey..." I said. I saw his nubby tail wag, and little by little he woke up too.

Reggie and Mike woke up next, T-Cobuk and Lex raced off to competitively piss, after they found their clothes. Wifey, Zarri, Cobra, and NiNo all stretched big.

"Good morning, fellas..." I groaned out as we all slithered apart.

They all returned a version of the greeting as we staggered into our Thursday.

***

Wifey and Cobra made us all breakfast, with the new fryer no less and the bay was crowded. Chloe and Zarri served us. Even the guys that didn't stay at the bay showed up, namely Atom and Clancey.

We all had some...deep fried egg roll-omelets, and they were damn tasty. We all got a bowl of them, maybe seven or so apiece. All of the cute guys keep us taken care of.

We were munching our food in peace when Grinny barked over the intercom.

"Good morning boys! Our goal today is to clear the motor pool! ...and also we need the second floor taken care of in a hurry: we have a city inspection today!"

I heard groans and a few chairs scoot away from tables, myself halted mid-chew.

"Damn. Guess we HAVE to move the money and the stuff ." NiNo whimpered, fidgeting. Cheese and Mick got up a moment later and they all headed to the second floor, with Mick gulping the remaining mouthfuls of his breakfast.

***

Cheese, Mick, NiNo and myself tackled the upstairs bay and finished it in record time. When we got through, me and Grinny's tough boys sweaty from hastily washing and vacuuming, NiNo pointed out the window with a fidgety paw.

"He's here! The guy from the city! HE'S HERE!" he shouted, and the rest of us looked that way.

The guy, the inspector... He was a white rat, possibly an albino. He had on a hat with a briefcase, and shiny black shoes.

"That guy, he's..." I started. Mick shrank back from the window.

"That's Quentin Pazziera!" Cheese shouted, and he took off for the stairs.

I didn't like what was unfolding, and by the time Cheese got to Grinny I was right there.

"It's a, the inspector! He's a- A Pazziera." Grinny finished, his eyes on the table, dusty with his "daily medication", piles of cocaine in various sizes.

"Yeah, I remember him. He must have..." Grinny started, before he snorted a pile of power the size of a baseball down to the tabletop. He sat hunched over for a second, then immediately stood up with his microphone in hand.

"CHLOE AND ZARRI, I need you two... To get some seeds and nuts for our... unexpected guest, with peanut butter, and crackers, and wear something nice. Choco, you and Atom get the motor pool clear. T-Cobuk and Lex... Get some good music going, maybe something that smells good in the air, and a...few blunts for me too. NiNo, Cheese, Koda and Mick, you're with me. Everyone else... Go to Clancey's and wait. Now MOVE!"

*** ***

To be honest, and up front about something: I didn't think that seeing Knuckle and his bull friend at a random night out would have brought me here.

Here, being a drug dealer's auto repair shop. Where a mobster arrived, to take a portion of my new Manager's money.

That's what's up for civilized debate.

"So you see, we believe that your laundering operation could use... corporate oversight." he said, sneering.

NiNo, myself, Cheese, and Mick all stood behind Grinny. The rat named Quentin sat alone.

"This oversight costs, so we'll make off with...%46 of your quarterly earnings." he said, with the balls only a rat could have.

"You DEMAND we use this service, and charge almost HALF my profit!" Grinny cried, and the rat opened his briefcase.

"Also, my family is ready to erase you should you imagine a separate, silly scenario. Don't think that the past is so easy to erase." he said, looking at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I responded, stepping forward.

"You got your money. As far as we're concerned, you and me, we're done." I finished, sighting early signs of NiNo's fidgeting.

The rat named Quentin sat silent for a moment.

"You're right. We have no ties." he said, standing up. (He's trying to play games, here...) I thought.

"But the property this building rests upon is considered "territory" by my family, and, we will collect what is considered compensatory to us. You canines understand "territory" right?" he asked, the question cleverly disguised bait. I kept still, but Mick and Cheese didn't have the experience to deal with someone like him.

They didn't move, thankfully, but they didn't like that. Grinny shook his head before he spoke.

"When the hell does this fiscal year start then?"

Quentin Pazziera tilted his head.

"Good question! It started on the third." he said darkly, standing to leave.

"The fucking third!? What kind of bullshit business is THAT!?" he cried, burying his face in his hands.

"Admittedly, yes, it is indeed, bullshit. But hey! What're you gonna to do, go to the police? Either stay and pay, or go." the rat squeaked.

By then, Chloe and Zarri arrived with his snacks, and Quentin's entitled hands shot out and slapped both Chloe and Zarri's butts.

"Looking good, jailbait twins!" he said nastily, glancing from Zarri's bulky build, and Chloe's more slender frame. I didn't like THAT, and as if he could read my mind Grinny chimed in.

"Tell you what... You can take the chance to leave now and we keep this deal going. Or..." he said, waving a hand he made a sign with.

"...My "DO DIRT" fellas all get to harm you in unique and personal ways." he added, and at once Cheese drew a heavy revolver, Mick revealed an SMG, and NiNo produced a sawed-off shotgun in an instant.

Quentin looked visibly scared then, looking from them to me, and their guns clicked from safe to danger.

"W-what about him? You got a gun too?" he asked me.

"Nah. They won't shoot you until my fists have their fun. Now get the fuck out." I said, crossing my arms.

***

"Oh my god..." Grinny sighed, as he fell back into his office couch. Everyone came back to the shop after we let Quentin escape with his life, and we all gave Chloe and Zarri the space and love they needed.

"That adds up to forty-five grand, Grinny." Clancey said, frowning.

"I also checked our books boss. We'll be in the hole... Nineteen thousand." Clancey said.

"Well, we can run "collections", maybe kick in some doors..." Mick added, his nubby tail wagging. Cobra snickered.

"But we would have to come up with $19,000 just to break even, and NO ONE owes us NEAR that much!" Grinny groaned.

I thought about the scheduled fight.

"Grinny, my bout can help." I said, and he nodded.

"Take out a chunk for the betting registry, and when I win we'll have this behind us." I said.

"In fact... Make it a two-on-one." I added.

That'll draw good odds for us.

"Even still, it'll be a few days before you get in the ring, won't it? What can we do?" Clancey's asked.

"Maybe you can ask your friend for some money?" T-Cobuk asked. I was NOT having that.

"I don't want to ask him for a goddam thing." I said simply. Since Knuckle was out of the Underground, he might as well be dead. And we both know the dead stay dead.

"Sundays are overrated. I'll fight them tomorrow night." I said.

"Hey, we DO have a connection here we can use..." Atom said.

"That ex-cop... We can get HIM involved, since he's got his backup with him now!" he said, and a few murmurs suggested that wasn't a bad idea. Grinny rubbed his chin.

"I'll get on the phone. Good thinking.." the boss said, drawing his mobile.

"Yeah, I'll go to the cops. Cops we can trust."

***

Friday morning-

Chloe decided enough was enough with the invasion of his personal space so Grinny let me show the crew some moves in the motor pool.

We still had the bay clear, so we set up my mats for drills, with the leftovers training on me.

***

Choco swung a big wrench at me with a glint of rage in his eyes, and I parried it away while dodging through the opening I made, with a swift shift in the placement of my feet.

"See that? Choco really came at me. In a real fight they won't pull their punches. Count on being hit." I started, walking through the pairs of scuffling dogs, eyeing them and giving notes.

"Hopefully that helps you learn to dodge. Receiving attacks over and over will get you used to it. The more varied the attacks, the better." I finished, hoping I gave them good advice.

Even though I had my own experience as a fighter, I got to receive training when I had enough money.

The setup let me warm up a little, since I learned a while ago that wearing myself out before a fight isn't ideal.

A few hours after we got together for drills I was upstairs on my mattress.

Tommy and Lex confirmed that the message was sent, and Churrey would arrive at the ring tonight instead.

With my eyes on the ceiling I thought, fighting the porcupine and his partner would set me up to take the Underground back, and I could rule once again. I'll beat the eyes out of every "bigger fish" I come across.

***

Friday, 6:14 pm

I was early as usual. Seeing the opponents arrive sent a message, and in my corner, on my little blue stool, I sat and listened to the emptiness of the arena.

The silence turned to a roar as the audience began to chant my name, "KO-DA! KO-DA!" with fervor. None of them would ever set foot in this ring, but their cheers told me they were all thirsty for bloodshed.

***

Churrey and Brays arrived at the next hour, both wearing little more than what they were wearing when I saw them days before.

The porc had a smirk like he was here to accomplish something, and Brays, while silently buffing his iron plates, showed he wasn't concerned with the here and now.

(At least the 'dillo has some poise.) I thought. They were here before everyone else; even the referee was surprised to see us. The two had class though: they could have jumped me before the bell and if they'd won, there'd be nothing I could do.

But that's just fantasy. Churrey and Brays stood shoulder to shoulder, rolling their necks in unison, and I found I was more and more eager to get back to my pad.

The referee approached me, a new guy: a zebra named "Vance" and I found out the the older guy, the skunk named "Radley" had moved on to officiate for the UFFC. Good for him.

Vance waved the three of us to the center, and a few people had shown up, sparsely scattered throughout the stands.

"You two might be down before the audience even gets here" I started. Churrey smirked.

Vance looked left and right to us, his mouth open wide, before he smiled. His right hand produced some black shades, and donned them in a flash of light and motion, and with his arms outstretched, he blessed the ring with his announcement:

"FOR THE FIRST FIGHT OF THE SEASON, WE WELCOME TO THE RING, KODA, THE BLACK STEEL SHADOW, AND OUR NEWCOMER DUO, CHURREY THE SPIKE, AND BRAYS, THE BASTION!" In that short time many more people arrived, and the murmurs were pumping me up a little.

Newcomers aren't welcome here I say.

Knuckle sent a strong message to the Underground when he hiked his leg and kicked me out of the ring on his first bout.

I'll say he's special.

The two across raised a fist each when Vance raised his arms, and both of mine raised as all three of us tapped fists.

"You two fucked up when you attacked my boy." I said.

By now the seats were half-full.

I figured I had better get this started, when Shurrey attached with a hard stab of his big claws.

I caught his blow by the two aside the center most claw and turned it to his right into a roll. I went with the rotation, driving him into the sweep and when my right hand hit the mat to land, the armadillo rolled up tight into a hard donut and flew at me from a hard jump.

He was just past my elbow, or rather below it when I turned out of his way and he rebounded from the ropes to roll back to his partner.

Vance had shifted around us to keep a good account of the action, and a cheer from the quickly growing audience brought us to the bell.

There was some applause, but it was probably them lauding those guys for surviving.

"That's enough of a show." I said, and the two scoffed at me.

I began to hop in place and thought about them, standing together where they thought they had the advantage.

A ball of spikes, and a ball of flexible iron...

I was there before I was finished thinking about it. The native 'dillo raised an armored arm to block a kick I had launched his way. The porc' threw a punch as my kick landed, and when the fist drew closer I swiftly grabbed it and dropped to the floor to kick into the 'pine's hairy gut, but he rolled into a spiny ball excluding his arm I still had a grip on.

With a grunt I swung the mega-mace at the 'dillo, who looked paralyzed with surprise as the spines of the porcupine smashed into the hard scutes of the instantly withdrawn 'dillo and shattered hard all around the impact zone. Vance was frozen.

The porc' grunted as he splayed over the hard ball, and the audience roared.

The 'dillo unrolled and stood by his downed partner; it was just a one-on-one.

From where I was on the floor the 'dillo jumped high up and rolled into a ball, ready to crush me if I let it happen.

I rolled my feet up and made a handstand, the ball of hard metal barely smashing my tail into the mat. I took my footing and jumped high myself, arcing to drop a heel onto the round, segmented ball and crater a dent into it. The guy inside screamed as the dent forced him into a fetal position and he sat there, cursing in pain and the trap I locked him into.

Vance circled over to the open side and gave the count, straight to 10 with no objections.

The zebra raised his arms.

"KODA IS THE WINNER!!" he shouted, and the audience began to make love to me from the stands, calling my name.

"KODA! KODA! KODA!"

"Welcome back." Vance said to me as he lifted my arm.

Total time lapsed, 65 seconds.

*****

That night I wasn't celebrating with the rest of the pack. Grinny got his money, and the calvary was coming, but...

***

"You gonna let me stretch out that little pussy, Chloe?" I asked him.

Me, Cheese, and Chloe were all laying on my pad, with my newly set up gaming desk and tv at the other side of the room. The TV was on, with something streaming for background noise.

Both of them were congratulating me in a special way: the two of them at once. Cheese was wearing boxer briefs and Chloe was wearing regular underwear.

Cheese grinned as he rubbed the white pit's back.

"Just another notch in your belt, Koda?" Chloe asked me.

"Nah, I beat them for YOU, Chloe." I said, stroking his neck, looking into his eyes.

He blushed and hugged me, and Cheese smiled at us.

"You goddam hero.." he said as he began to pull my trunks off, slowly.

"Haha.." I chuckled as Chloe joined Cheese in taking my clothes off. I reared up on my heels to help them out, and they threw them somewhere.

Once naked my hands grabbed my balls and the two dogs smiled at me.

"Come suck these balls, Cheesey. Chloe, ride my muzz." I said, raising an eyebrow.

I've fucked males and men before but Chloe is exceptionally exotic: he's wearing a skin he feels is incorrect.

And what I think about what he feels doesn't matter.

Cheese softly took one of my balls into his warm muzzle and gently tugged it, while Chloe climbed up and I grabbed his waist so I could smell his ass and his pussy. Even on meds he still goes through a thing or two but today, now... He smells like warm peaches and cinnamon.

"Are ya wet, Chloe?" I asked him before taking nibbling licks to his cunt. He grunted and moaned, shivering and shuddering as little by little I gave his wet pussy lips a kiss. He tasted like unsweetened spiced tea. His texture writhed on my tongue.

Cheese switched to my other nut and gave that one some love, stroking my hard shaft and aiming it at Chloe's rear.

"I'm fine with fucking you both in the ass..." I said, knowing Chloe's scared of my meat spreading his tight lips.

Hell, I would be too if I had a hole as little as his was.

Cheesey is a big, noisy softy though. We have a good time, and he's sweet and tough, like teriyaki jerky.

Believe it or not, the sex I have with him is fun, not the usual or expected brutal toppling and battling I get into.

Cheese's tongue was doin good stuff to my balls, but he opened his mouth and tossed my nuts onto his snout, and started lickin my ass hole.

"H-OH!" I gasped out in surprise, and Cheese raised my leg up for access.

I took that opportunity to tuck my other knee against Chloe's calf, spreading his legs. He slipped, enough for me to catch him but his tight puss got stretched out a little.

I caught my breath and lowered him down, his ears flat as he gasped sharply.

"Ugh, K-Koda, ah.." he whimpered, trembling.

"Lower Chloe, you can do it..." I said, the feathery, sweet licks from Cheese's tongue gave me the octane I needed to stud for two bottoms.

I started to raise my hips a little at a time, barely gaining any ground, watching Chloe's lips blossom.

"Yeah, Chloe..." I said as I felt him moisten along my dick, untill...

"Ah, ah..! Fuuuuuck...!" Chloe moaned out as he fell right to my crotch with an orgasmic gush. He was so tight, wet and slick...

"Raaaagh..." I groaned in pleasure, and Cheese backed up.

"Holy shit!" he said with a smile: Chloe wanted me enough to take my sticc.

I had to catch him in my arms though, and both hands on his waist.

"It's okay, it's okay..." I said to Chloe, his knee quivering, sending vibrations to my cock that I loved. He couldn't keep his footing so he shifted and twisted over and over on my dick and I loved it.

"Gonna start slow okay?" I softly told Chloe. He gripped my shoulders, his thumbs holding on tight as my hips rose and fell.

"Oooh yeah Chloe, just keep still for me..." I said, letting him whine and whimper into my chest. I loved THAT as much as fuckin his cunt.

"Ah, ah Koda, Koda yes..." he gasped out, and I slowed down enough to let him have motor function.

"You like that? Is this wolfcock poppin your cherry, Chloe?" I asked him softly.

Cheese was messin with his junk so I shifted a little and stuck a foot out, gently rubbing it against his meat and balls.

"Ride it Chloe..." I said, immediately pulling my foot away and curling a finger at Cheese.

"Gonna get you ready, Cheesey. Chloe's... pretty... Pretty tight." I panted, letting Chloe plant his feet.

Cheese squatted over my muzzle and wagged his nub tail, and I started to lick between his toned ass cheeks. Bully breeds have a ton of muscle, and my caramel colored friend is no exception.

"Aww, Koda..." Cheese moaned, and I went a little further by kissing his butt, one smack on each side.

Chloe was rising and falling at his own pace, and Cheese was starting to shake from my dedicated laps.

"I usually got two good nuts, but Chloe might make me shoot it all..." I started, feeling it rise from my balls up. Chloe went a bit faster then, his tight lips squeezing my shaft in ways I needed.

"Ah, ahhh.." I grunted, my shaft flexing as I couldn't hold back, and I came hard, roaring out loud enough a few guys started laughing downstairs.

***

After Chloe could stand to get up, I remained on the floor, catching my breath. I was surprised: Chloe was tight enough to defeat my stamina. Normally I can handle a hole or two, but... It was delicious new and different for me now.

Cheese was nearby, stroking his dick softly, and I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"You ever take a knot, Koda?" he asked me with that kind smile of his.