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The light of the afternoon sun finally made its way into Jack's window, shining through the blinds and onto the golden retriever's lids, making him squint and grunt. Jack growled and rolled off of his couch with a loud thud, his lamp shaking a bit on the table nearby in his messy small one-bedroom apartment. Jack rubbed his head with his large paw and then stood up at six feet and nine inches tall and weighing at three-hundred and twenty-five pounds. He was big, the second-largest male he knew, at least at all the gyms he worked out at. His much smaller, but buffer trainer was proud of him.

Jack looked around and scratched his lower abdomen just above the tuft of golden pubic fur that lingered over the top of his tight, thickly bulging jockstrap, stained overnight with his sweat.

"Ugh... Am I late for work?" He asked himself looking for his alarm clock which he misplaces every morning; but before he could find his clock, he suddenly remembered...

"Oh yeah... what job? Heh. Damned bastard jackal and his high-horse firing me. Wasn't my fault the beam fell on the contractor's car." And by high horse, he literally meant it. His bosses were a brown Jackal and a very tall, very muscular horse. Remember when I said second largest male? His boss was the only person bigger than him that he knew of. And boy was he huge. His boss, Lucius, wouldn't go very high up on sites for fear of breaking or bending the equipment, which is where Dan, the Jackal came in. The black stud of a stallion spoke little, he let his puny jackal speak for him but glared when he wanted him to shut up.

"Oh well, guess I should look through the paper," Jack said out loud again. Clumsy, cute, large, and ... apparently lacking the ability to think quietly to himself, that was Jack in a nutshell. And again jack remembered something...

"Oh yeah.... What newspaper? Ugh." He grunted and wobbled into his tiny kitchen which only had room for a fridge and a small counter with a toaster and coffee pot. That's what Jack gets for living in the big city in the cheapest stacked apartments and of course he had the short, tiny, angry, and very foreign Daimyou of the apartments. Yep. Mr. Yamamoto, the infamous tiny, nine-tailed kitsune of 4th and Cummins. You'll know him the moment he speaks.

Jack opened the fridge and grabbed...

"Ah, at least I have milk," the carton of milk that had been in his fridge for longer than his brain could remember. But then again his brain couldn't remember that it had been there for so long, so upon grabbing it, he soon found out that...

"AAACK!" Old milk plus a soggy carton spell a paw full of almost gel-like milk and moldy cardboard.

Jack growled and without thinking flung the nasty substance all over the inside of his fridge and most of his tiny kitchen...and himself.

"Yaaaagh! Nasty! Oh man..." Poor Jack. At least he had a working shower, which he soon stripped down to go utilize.

Jack grabbed his only, amazingly clean, towel and sat it on the rack next to his tiny shower. At least it was tiny for him. The small square space barely fit his form. The canine looked down to realize he still had his thick jock strap on. He slipped it off and tossed it over the top of the shower door and turned on the hot water, rinsing his sweat out of his fur as he reached for the bottle of cheap shampoo which he lathered all over his body, paying special attention down below to his bits, massaging his massive balls and lathering his large cock which hung down below his sack. He murred and leaned back against the wall as the shampoo slowly ran down is body, being washed away by the water from the shower head as he massaged himself erect and then bit his lower lip as he massaged more, growling as his medium-length fur clung to all of his muscles, shining in the dim light of his bathroom. He moved his paw from his soaked orbs and rubbed his abs and all over his chest, turning his head this way and that in pleasure as he slowly grinded his hips forward as his paw moved up and down his large thirteen inch shaft, eventually starting to pinch and grinds his pawpads over his nipple until he finally bite his lip harder to stifle his final moan, shooting his thick ropes of cum against the streams of water panting as the water cleansed his body. He shampooed himself once more and stepped out to dry.

He shook wildly to get most of the water out of his fur before ruffling it all up with his towel until it was barely damp. He then walked naked into his bedroom, still panting from his climax and drying off quickly. He found a clean jockstrap to slip on and some camouflaged cargo shorts to put on along with a tight wife-beater shirt. He never bothered with shoes or boots. He always found that the tough pads of his footpaws were enough for the cement terrain of the city. Of course the occasional broken bottle he very easily did not notice always hurt.

Jack moved his furry mane out of his face, running his fingers back through it and down his neck. He peaked at himself in the mirror...okay fine he more than peaked. He was looking himself over with a smirk, knowing his body was one of the best out there. Jack headed to the tiny door and opened it only to feel the thwap of a rolled newspaper against his abs. He looked down and nearly jumped back when he saw Mr. Yamamoto, frowning and about to let loose his quick anger on poor Jack.

"Where you go-eeng? Joo owe rent! Pay nao!" Mr. Yamamoto screamed.

"Oh! Uhh umm I'm sorry Mr. Yamamoto I Sort of lost my job yesterday and..."

"Lost your job?" Mr. Yamamoto asked loudly and then began to beat the large retriever with the newspaper he had rolled up. Sometimes, Jack sweared he had something rolled up inside the newspaper. " Git owt! Get owt nao! No job, no rent! No rent, no a-pot-ment!" Of course, that tiny newspaper didn't budge Jack.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Yamamoto I was just heading out to get a newspaper to find a new job," Jack said calmly.

"Newspaper? Here! Havf dis won!" Mr. Yamato yelled and thunked jack right in the head with a perfectly aimed shot.

Jack winced but caught it as it rolled down his massive chest. He unrolled it to find the classified section was the only part he had just been beaten with. Perhaps Mr. Yamamoto used that part on purpose? Maybe, as he stormed off away from Jack's door ranting in Japanese, he was really smiling somewhere. Maybe he knew Ja-... who the hell are we kidding its Mr. Yamamoto. Yeah all of you WISH I could write some secret front like that on a character right? Anyways, back to the story.

Jack went back inside and sat down on the couch and scanned over all the jobs. Waiter/waitress, Bartender, Business Analyst, Technical Sales and Trade Advisor (I can make up titles too.), and many other things that Jack couldn't do because he was either too large to fit behind a bar, maneuver around tables, or because he didn't have the brains to do much else than lift things. Jack only sighed on these jobs and then he saw an ad on the side of the page. "Attention! Attention! Muscular and proud? Are you too big to fit in? Are you better than people give you credit for? Want to prove it? Then come to the old military hangar at the retired Fort Foxtrot. A challenge awaits you there, a challenge of strength, agility, and muscle! Wrestlers wanted. Come down Saturday of every week at 10pm to test if you could beat the best of the best for a chance to walk out with $2,000 in cash! We even have prizes for the losers! "

Finally something Jack could do. He knew he was huge and this would be no problem for him. But how long would it take him to realize what day it was...

"Oh man this will be great, I'll just walk in, wrestle them down and take the cash. I could do it until I get another job! Or...hell I could make this my job! Two grand a week, wow amazing. Wait a sec... today is... SATURDAY!"

And there it was. It was Saturday, just the day Jack needed it to be. Jack was excited and fumbled around all day stretching and doing his "light" workout before he showered again and got ready to go. He put on his best tight shorts with his musky jockstrap underneath and his green tank top that fit nicely to his form. He put a brown leather jacket on over his bulging upper body and headed out to get to the hangar on time. He took the bus to the subway and then took the subway to the next bus stop and took that bus to the old base, surprised to find search lights and many cars around the old hangar.

Jack smirked and hurried to the base only to have a VERY large bear paw stop him by the chest. "Where do you think you're going, shrimp? Spectator side is over there and by invite only!" Jack froze as he saw the large muscled black-furred bear in front of him. That was when Jack realized he was now the third largest male he knew of. The bear stood wearing camouflaged pants tucked into boots and a dark green tank top.

"Hey Shrimp! I'm talkin to ya!" The bear growled and shoved Jack backwards. Jack growled and grabbed onto the Bear's wrist and pulled him with him and downward to throw the bear onto his back with ease. The bear huffed out a hot breathe of air as he landed on his back and growled. Jack then held the ad in the bear's face. "I'm here to wrestle!"

The bear grinned and chuckled and then laughed, steaming the ad up with his breathe as he stood up laughing. Jack prepared to defend himself again but was surprised to find the bear pulling him close with that huge arm around his shoulder. Jack blinked as the large bear laughed and held him against his large chest.

"Ah hahaha! You want to compete, eh? Well then I guess I HAVE to let you in!" The bear started to walk with Jack. "C'mon! I'll show ya the locker room and get ya what ya need."

Jack blinked "oh...okay."

The bear opened the large doors to the hangar all by himself to reveal a completely remodeled inside to the inconspicuous hangar. Well..as inconspicuous as it can get with spot lights in the front. Inside the doors was a large lobby with a sign-in desk to the left, a stack of airplane tires to the right, and three doors. The door next to the desk read "Locker Room," the door on the direct opposite wall of the hangar doors read "Arena Entrance," and the door next to the tires read "Gym." Jack was amazed. The walls were REAL walls, complete with studs, dry walling, and paint. The floor was tiled and clean and the desk was well crafted. The inside looked NOTHING like the outside, a complete surprise. There was a strong, handsome Jackal at the desk, yawning when the bears roar made him stand upright.

"Jason! Wake up and get this boy some pads and a gym bag! Make 'em green!" The bear ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The jackal responded and ducked down behind the desk and went through some boxes.

"By the way my name is Brian. I'm the Head of Security here. What's your name?" The bear offered his paw to Jack, letting go of the shocked retriever.

Jack took the large paw in his own and shook it. "MY name is Jack," he responded without thought (of course.)

"Nah we got too many of those in this world. Your name is.... RAZOR! Yeah that fits you just fine."

Jack tilted his head only to see the Jackal pop back up with a duffle bag and knee and elbow pads and tape on top of it. "Got yer stuffs right here, Razor!" Said the happy, excited Jackal.

"Don't mind Jason, he's always waggin that tail of his like that. C'mon. Grab your stuff and lets get in the locker room," Brian said as he wrapped his arm around Jack's shoulders again. "Jason! Locker Keys!"

"Yes, sir!" The jackal ducked back down, grabbed the first key he could and stood back up to toss the key to the bear who caught them in one paw and led Jack into the locker room where Jack found many muscled furs, all of which were different sizes, but few were smaller than him. Most were very close to his size, but a few were larger. Most were in their jockstraps laughing, some were slapping towels at each other and others getting ready to wrestle. But all of them seemed happy.

"Nervous there, shrimp?" The bear said with a grin and shoved Jack to his locker. "Here it is." Brian said as he unlocked the locker for Jack and opened it. "Now get those pads on and put your jacket in there. Since you're the challenger, you gotta get your ass out there first and whichever of these boys steps up to wrestle you first is your champion tonight, got it?"

"What?" Jack asked in shock, stopping in the middle of taking his jacket off.

"You'll be fine, newby, just get ready," Brian said as he slapped his shoulder. "Relax you've got half an hour. I'll be back soon to check on you and make sure you know where to go." And with that Brian was off and jack sat down and shrugged, not really one to worry too much. After all, he was Jack. He didn't dwell on things much. Perhaps because it made his head hurt.

Jack started to put his green pads on, making sure he had plenty of fabric and tape under them. He also wrapped his ankles and wrists. His tail wagged with excitement. He hadn't wrestled since high school, but unlike high school, he felt like he would actually have a challenge this time.

Jack sat up straight and stretched out his back after applying the last bit of tape to his ankles and sliding on his kneepads and out of the corner of his eye he saw the jackal come running with a clipboard and a pen, leaping over some of the other male's stuff and the males themselves. Upon reaching Jack, the jackal held out he clipboard and pen. "Here ya go, Razor! Just general information for the ring announcer and how you can't sue us if ya get hurt." Jason said with a slight chuckle.

Jack took the papers and filled them out. Jason was looking over his shoulder, still wagging his tail. "Wow you're twenty-five?" Again he asked with a smile. Jack nodded and smiled back, handing him the papers when he was done.

Jason flipped through the papers and smiled and turned to find Brian coming back, a lion following him, even larger than he was. And by lion I mean pure king of the jungle! This lion was just as large as Lucius was, a hulking eight feet tall and just bulging with muscle everywhere and he was walking straight towards Jack wearing the classic loincloth of the jungle, red wristbands and an obvious red speedo worn under the loincloth.

"Yo, Razor!" Brian called just as he got close. Jack stood and took the bear's paw just as it came to shake his and then accepted the Lion's paw. "This is Leo, he's the boss of this place."

"A pleasure to meet you, Razor," the Lion said in a very deep but kind and warm voice. "You're the first challenger we've had in quite some time; though I suppose that's the fault of our ad running out and us forgetting about it."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir," Jack replied, still twitching his ears every time someone calls him Razor.

"Don't let this big guy give me too much credit now. This place isn't here only because of MY doing. It's our safe haven; our place to be us and fit in and enjoy ourselves. WE purchased this base, but we keep it secured. We purposely spread rumors about the base being active again so that no one will come snooping around and bother us."

"How do you know no one snoops around what with the search lights drawing attention and all?" Jack asked curiously. It was then that a very muscular mouse, shorter than Jack with white fur ran up to Brian and Leo and saluted them. He was wearing a full military garb equipped with grenades, ak-47, and a colt .45 sidearm. The boots were spot on as well.

"Borders secure, sir!"

Brian saluted the mouse back. "Great job, Sergeant." Brian and Leo then looked back to Jack and grinned. "Anymore questions, Newby?"

"You protect this place with live ammunition?" Jack asked only to have all three burst into laughter. The mouse, while still laughing aimed the ak-47 at Jack and began to squirt him with ice cold water.

"Hahah you make me laugh, kiddo. I like him, Brian. Bring more like him around," Leo said cheerfully patting Jack on the back. "I better go get my own stuff ready. My wrestlers and our fans need their king to show, of course" Leo said as he walked by everyone to exit into the arena area.

"C'mon, kiddo, get ready to enter the arena. I'll show ya to the ramp," The large bear said as he again put his arm around Jack's shoulder and lead him to the door that read "Arena Ramp."

"The reconstruction of the inside of this place is amazing," Jack said as he walked, looking at everything that had been done to the inside of an old hangar in awe.

"Well that's all thanks to our biggest contributor; he owns a construction company. You'll meet him later, don't worry. His name's Lucius," Brian said as he walked Jack to the black waving curtains that separated them from the faint echo of the ring announcer's voice, the roar of so many furs, and the flashing lights.

"Lucius?!" Jack asked in surprise just as the loud music boomed out into the arena, raising the volume of the crowd's roar and prompted Biran's large hand to force Jack out through the black curtains and into the suffocating view of the hundreds in attendance that surrounded the arena around the traditional four-cornered wrestling ring.