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Bloody Knuckle

Ronson's Story part 3:

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Knuckle and I walked to the elevator from Chaz's penthouse suite, after givin us a bit of important information.

"Go see Grinny G." he said, while this pissed-off man-beater stood balls to bearing in front of him. But... Knuckle was still mad about somethin...

"Knuckle, you okay? Its almost over man, we're almost finished." I said to him, but he just kept walkin. He glanced at me a couple of times, and when the elevator opened, he took his corner. I stood in the center and the doors closed. A few flights down I hit the stop button, and walked up to him slowly. He was standin there all cool like he usually does, with his hairy arms crossed, lookin off into the distance.

"Hey man... We got a few minutes. Wanna...?" I put my hands on his shoulders, but he shrugged me off. And he's usually mad at me for somethin.

"You really couldn't tell me there was a fuckin PYTHON up there? A python! Not just some snake! Shit, I coulda dealt with a cotton mouth! But a fuckin PYTHON?!" he huffed.

-Oh..- I swallowed. -My bad..-

"Yeah, he's Chaz's bodyguard." I said.

"Chaz fell into some trouble with the Pazzieras, so he hired him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you man, my bad..." I rubbed his shoulders, and his bad mood lifted right then, I could tell. He smiled.

"Hah, a snake to fight off rats. I like it." he said. He looked at me when my hands slipped low to rub his chest.

"Naw, not now..." he said, knowin he was killin me. I snorted in disappointment, and hit the button to get down to the bottom floor ground floor. It was a long way down, but we didn't speak much. The doors opened to a crowd, people waitin to get on to go to the floors their rooms were at. One blue pit bull in the back saw us, got scared shitless and ran. Knuckle darted through the crowd, and my big ass had to fight to get through all those people. I got through, but they were gone. Damn Knuckle's got some go in his legs. Or maybe he was in a "generous" mood. I walked through the open doors and found Knuckle and the dog on the ground, Knuckle's legs around the other's arm at the shoulder with his hands grabbin his wrists. -Oooh, arm bar...- Knuckle straightened his back and the pit yelped, but I didn't hear a pop. My guess was he was using the fear of a broken shoulder to bluff.

"Where's your hideout huh? Where can Ah find Grinny G.?" Knuckle straightened out a bit more, and the pit tried to tap out. Knuckle and I laughed.

"Alright man, I'll talk! I'LL TALK!" the dog screamed, and Knuckle repositioned to straddle his chest. He punched him in the face twice, drew back for another. Growling, he started questioning him.

"Where's your hangout huh? Tell me where Ah can find this sumbitch!" Knuckle demanded. The pit spat a little blood, and choked a bit before spilling the beans all over.

"Grinny... Boss likes to party! He hosts pack rallies all the time!" Knuckle looked up at me from the ground, and I stomped a hoof.

"I suggest you fuckin' tell him where he needs to go!" I snorted. Knuckle needed to be sure I wasn't goin anywhere. Knuckle drew his fist back out one last time, and the pit yelped as Knuckle punched him hard at the joint. I head a few dull pops and Knuckle growled.

"Well?!"

***** ***** *****

The pit, Knuckle and I were standing at a big garage door. There was a smaller one next to it, with no doorknob. Knuckle shoved the dog into it with a frown, and crossed his arms.

The dog lifted a shaky arm and knocked in a code. -Kids...- It didn't take long for anyone to answer. Another pit bull opened the door, looked at the three of us, moreso at the less-familiar faces.

"The hell are THESE two doin' here?" The gatekeeper asked.

"I don't fuckin' know!" the pit with us yelped.

Knuckle stepped up, and let just how frustrated he was show.

"A little birdie told me that Ah'd wanna talk to your boss about sumthin...important. So here Ah am, let me in." Knuckle said with a low voice. The pit behind the door looked at Knuckle for a few seconds.

"Fuck you! If you ain't part of the pack, you're not gettin in!" he said, and Knuckle had it. The pit tried to close the door but Knuckle's arm shot through the slim opening. I heard the pit gag, and Knuckle looked at me.

"Ronson, the door..." he said. I nodded and grabbed the side of it, pulling hard enough to not only throw the door open, but I knocked the other pit out cold. Shouldn'ta been standin so close...

Knuckle had the gatekeeper by his neck. He dragged him out and quickly shifted to a headlock. I grabbed the dog by his legs and we both threw him a good distance from the door. He landed in a sprawl, and we stepped inside.

The inside of the place was dark, but there was blacklight paint all along the walls. Names, graffiti, arrows, name it. The walls were brick, and a few dirty pictures were scattered here and there. Pit bulls layed out, dicks in hand. We walked down a short hallway to a set of stairs, another door, and a dull roar of techno music behind it. We both stood in front of it, and Knuckle turned back to look at me. He smiled.

"Here it is..." he said, and he kicked the door open.

The next area was a huge dance floor Well, there were all colors of pit bulls here, and the music stopped as everyone looked, even the Dj. But he waved, and Knuckle waved back.

"Yo, Lupine! How ya doin bro!" Knuckle said to a black wolf with a red bandana on his head. The wolf nodded back.

"Makin money bro! Food's not free!" he said to Knuckle, and they both laughed.

"Put the music back on!" Knuckle said, and the wolf called Lupine nodded. The music roared back to life. Some of the dogs got back to dancing, most looked at the two of us. And as we walked through them, I could hear our names here and there. -Shit, we're famous everywhere...-

Knuckle posted up on a wall with his back to it, and waited. I did the same. The dogs crowded us a bit, and a door opened on the opposite side of the building.

"Alpha's comin'!" a dog at the door shouted, and they all sat. -Wow!- Then they all began to make out and feel each other up as the only white pit bull entered. As he walked through the crowd of tongues and gropin the dogs made out harder, until this one dog stood in front of us. He had white hair, with thin green tattoos stretching from his neck down to wherever. He had baggy jeans, one of those wife beater shirts on, and crazy green hair.

"WHAT'S UP?" he said to us with a smile and open arms, and the pits barked before keepin up their lovin. Knuckle gave an amused grin and looked out at the crowd with a wave of his hand. He shook his head before speakin.

"The hell is this? You make everyone horny or sumthin with your presence?" Knuckle asked. The pit nodded.

"I like to think so at least. Call it my ego. But... WHAT can I DO for you guys? Fuckin celebrities here boys!" Knuckle shifted in his spot, and from what I could tell, he was tryin to hide a slowly fattening bone.

"I got some questions, if you'd be so kind to answer we'll be on our way." Knuckle said. I guess the scene calmed him down in the right, or wrong ways.

"Questions? Shit, great! Follow me, we'll talk in my office! Freak ON boys!" the pit said, but most of them were now too busy blowin one another to answer this time. Knuckle and I got off the wall and the dog led us through the sea of precum splurts and muzzle humpin, and I admit.. I was gettin a bit turned on too!

***** ***** *****

The pit sat down on a couch in a pretty quiet room, and propped a foot on a glass table with scattered pipes, bongs, and white powder. He set a paw on his crotch and grinned.

"Sit down, please!" he said. -Seems like a nice guy...- Knuckle sat down on a bigger couch across, readjusted his balls for comfort (I did the same as I sat down beside him) and propped both his feet up on the table.

"I gotta ask, WHAT made you two come down here to MY spot?" the dog asked. Knuckle nodded in recognition.

"So YOU'RE Grinny G. huh? Well, I won't just jump into it, but I have a real problem. Somebody I care about got iced, probably for sumthin stupid. I wanna find this guy, and I was told YOU knew sumthin. And its bad manners to assume, so I'll let you tell me." Knuckle said, a little politely. The dog nodded.

"May I ask who?" G asked as he rubbed his chin. Knuckle looked down.

"Our manager, and my best friend." I rubbed Knuckle's back a little. -He's still hurtin...- G looked a little displeased.

"Your manager got killed, huh? That's fucked off man..." The three of us sat in silence, but the door opened. And I'll be damned...

"Boss, the guy's are down in the bay fuckin again! Oh man... I think I got some...jizz on my foot! This suc- RONSON?!" I turned to look, and I was surprised to see my replacement. The panther that Knuckle roughed up a while back.

"What the hell are you two doin here?!" he asked, lookin more and more worried by the second. I stood up.

"What the hell are YOU doin here? Don't you still fight for Chaz?" I asked, while Knuckle picked his ears.

"Do you know what he DID to my career? I couldn't make bail so I couldn't fight! I got canned! The Pazzieras caught up to Chaz, demandin all sorts of crazy shit! Even you two came up!" he said, and Knuckle's head snapped to him.

"The hell do you mean "we came up" huh? We have SHIT to do with Chaz! Especially ME!" I snorted, and Knuckle was slowly gettin to his feet, his eyes on the panther the whole time. -Uh-oh..-

"The Pazzieras bailed me out of jail. They had a big bet riding on me, but HE fucked off my face so I threw it by default!" he said while Knuckle stood up fully, glaring.

"I couldn't fight, and mobsters don't like losing money. Fuck! And I'm broke now, in a tail raiser's de-" Knuckle slapped him.

"Mind your words." he said, and the panther held his face, stunned.

"So you're tellin me... My buddy got killed just because of money? Because of some dirty dealins made?" Knuckle questioned.

"Worse than that! He got SHOT because YOU'RE his fighter! If you don't have a manager, you can't enter the ring and cause problems like you do! " the panther said. Knuckle turned a shoulder and lowered his head.

"Why... WHY didn't they just shoot ME?!" the poor guy howled. He clenched his fists and shook a little. I felt bad, but the worst was yet to come.

"HE got shot because I couldn't find YO-" the panther's eyes grew wide as we all realized what he was going to say. He placed his hands over his mouth and took a step back as Knuckle snarled.

"Boss, stop him..." Grinny G started to leave.

"I don't like violence, but FUCK murderers. The Pit Crew ain't about nuthin but fuckin!" he said as he left. Knuckle's body shook harder, and the cat jumped when the door bolted from the other side.

"Ronson, do something!" he pussed, but I took a step toward him too. Knuckle shook so hard he stumbled a bit. He coughed a little, and popped his neck to one side. And then I saw his eyes... Deeper, like I was lookin into'em. Like they were wells, and the real him was down at the very bottom.

"Knuckle?" I asked, now a little unsure about this. I was prepared to see what might come about here, but...

"Get outta here." he said, with a soft growl in his voice. THAT was new. The panther was literally shaking so bad that he and Knuckle were makin stuff fall. I could feel it in my hooves.

"Git now, b'fore Ah get growly wit' you too. Ah don't want that." he said while he cut his eyes at me. I shook my he-

"GIT now!" he said as he gave me a backfist to the side. The wind in my lungs moved to another state and I fell to my knees. I clutched my side and fought to breathe, with my eyes trying to readjust. MAN that was a powerful blow! -WHAT the FUCK!?-

I managed to get a look up, and it looked like Knuckle slapped him across the chest, but the immediate spray of blood told me differently. The cat reeled back and roared, stumbling back against the wall and Knuckle bared his fangs. The moment the panther bounced forward Knuckle jumped and gave him a familiar knee, and on the way down bit hard into his shoulder. Knuckle fell back and curled up, pulling the panther into a neat Judo flip, his feet on the cat's torso. There was ALREADY more blood than I was used to seein; my horns only did so much. But MAN he was brutal! Knuckle extended his legs and tossed the cat to the ceiling, and he was already on his feet by the time the panther's back slammed against it. As the panther fell, Knuckle kept a hand level with his head to measure the height. I've seen him do this before. Chief wanted to test the strength of one of his kicks, and the result was fuckin astounding. Knuckle dropped his hand in time with the cat, and spun, bringin his right leg up so fast it was a blur. His foot smashed through the top of the cat's head, and I had it right then. My stomach lurched, and I puked a little as a few chunks landed on my back. My eyes watered, and I puked harder when the cat's body landed with a hard thud and a splat. I even heard a window break off in the distance.

When I finally stopped hurling from sheer disgust, I looked up to see Knuckle breathing deep, like it wasn't enough. His fists were balled up so tight they were bleeding. I staggered up and his eyes flashed at me.

"Thought Ah told ya to git..." he growled. I woulda been scared if I could see him clearly, but that's what saved me I guess.

"Grinny G. bolted the door shut, and you hit me too hard. I couldn't move man." Knuckle...exhaled and shrank, like he was holding in a bit of air from all over his body. He extended a hand and I grabbed it, and he smiled. Not out of satisfaction, but... He smiled for me.

"I'm alright. Don't you worry now, we're done. At least... This is already so much bigger than you'n me. Let's get outta here. SOMEbody needs sum attention." he said with a wink, and I grinned dumbly.

Knuckle knocked on the door and it opened a little.

"I'm done here... And I can give you a number to call for good cleanup. Just charge it to me, I'm sure it'll make it." Knuckle said calmly. It wasn't G. though. Just a lackey with a few cum stains on his muzzle. He nodded, and when we walked out he walked in. The door closed and Knuckle sped up, walking with a bit more haste. I caught on, and we bolted when we heard the poor guy yelp.

"SOOO SOOORY, I'LL PAY I SWEAR!!" Knuckle shouted as we hightailed it.

***** ***** *****

I picked up Knuckle by his sides and kicked our bedroom door open, and shoved him through the air to bed. He rolled backwards in midair out of his shorts, and landed hard on the bed. He grinned though, and I kicked off my boxers one leg at a time, wiggling a hoof they were caught on. Afterwards I scrambled into bed and layed over stud puppy, and he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me before I started lickin his abs and belly.

He giggled.