Track Team Throw Down
This was something I wrote on a whim as a gift for a new friend, Gamblingwolf. Thanks to him I've gotten inspired to start writing this sort of content again. Does this mean I'm back? Yes. Will there be a follow up to this? Yes, it is already being worked on. Hope you all enjoy the new work.
Track Team Throw Down
A New Story for a New Friend
Clint glared off to his side at the vulpine whom had a smug look on his muzzle. He had once again scored slightly faster than he did and was silently gloating about it. He took a drink from his water bottle since the sun was bright on the warm summer day. He was a freshman and the new guy but he was getting all of the attention that he had earned. His slender cheetah torso was bare with his sport shorts riding low to attract attention just as much as to stay cool.
The fox had done the same and he too had some nice tone to show off but what annoyed him the most was he was getting all the attention that he usually got. "Little punk is gonna get it..." he muttered to himself. Luke smirked as he passed by the irritated feline deciding to pick at him a bit more. "I thought cheetah's were suppose to be faster than that..."
Clint turned and shoved him but they were quickly separated. "I'm gonna get you for that you mouthy little shit!" They were pressed apart as the coach yelled "HEY! You two knock that off, NOW!" He backed off planning on teaching the fox a lesson a bit later. Once the day was over and they were in the locker room he hung back waiting for him to leave but he didn't. It almost seemed like he was waiting for him to do the same.
This pleased the feline, less eyes around to stop and or tattle on them. Less witnesses too. Soon it filtered down to just the two of them. He still only wore his low riding shorts as did the fox. As soon as he saw the cheetah come around the corner he couldn't help but taunt him. "Aww is the poor little kitten still mad?" Clint just glared at him. "There's no one to save you now..."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "You seem to be implying I need someone to save me." Clint had heard enough. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you cocky little fuck!" he shouted before throwing a punch at the vulpine. He was a bit too far away so it was easy for him to dodge and bring his fists up.
He shoved the cheetah to put some distance between them when he lunged at him and ducked under a punch aimed at his face to dig a black gloved fist into the cheetah's toned, slender torso. "Uugh!" His fist smacked against firm muscle but dug in a bit more easily than he had anticipated. Annoyed the fox got the first punch in he managed to catch him a bit off guard with speed and landed a hook to the fox's muzzle.
His face snapped to the side but before he could bring his view back to the front he doubled over when the cocky feline caught him right in the middle of his stomach with a decent punch. "Ugh!" Clint was a bit surprised when his fist hit something much more solid than he thought. It seemed as if the fox was a bit more toned and athletic than he had given him credit for.
Luke backed up and looked more annoyed than he did anything which only provoked Clint even more. He had wanted to scare him but it seemed to have the opposite effect. "You'd better be able to do more than that..." said the fox in a rather cold tone as he went at him not wanting to give him too much of a chance to do anything.
He was going to mouth off but the fox's fist dug into the soft spot above his navel rather hard and as he doubled over with a woosh of air leaving him the fox's other fist came up under his chin making his head snap backwards. He stumbled back and shook his head. He saw the fox about to come at him again and relied on his speed to hop to the side while blocking the fox's strike.
He attempted to get a few punches of his own in but the fox blocked high then low before getting in a few jabs to the cheetah's ribs. He winced a little and tightened his stance a bit. Luke let himself get a little arrogant and had loosened his block a bit and paid for it as the cheetah faked a punch at his face only to bring his other fist upwards slugging an uppercut into the fox's stomach.
"Huugh! Ooff..." He doubled over the feline's fist and was lifted upwards a bit. "Yeah, how did that feel?!" Luke scolded himself for letting it happen as he stood upright with his fists raised. A swift fox fist flung itself at the feline's face and as it was blocked his right was going even harder right at the cheetah's solar plexus.
It dug in deeply and a bit easier than he had thought it would. The air rushed out of Clint in an embarrassing way. He felt an almost elastic like give as the fox's fist dug into his torso humiliating him in the process. He backed off and tried to catch his breath. His lungs and the pit of his stomach burned like fire but Luke was not sympathetic in the least bit.
"It felt a little like that you cocky asshole." Not letting him recover much at all he went closer to dig a right then left into his stomach which made him double over even more. He then stood by his side and grabbed his shoulders to launch his knee into his stomach three times in rapid secession. "Huuck! Uugh! Uuuph!" He grunted and winced with each blow utterly humiliated Luke had gotten the upper hand.
"Not so tough are you?" Taunted the fox. After a moment of getting some air back into his beaten body he suddenly turned and threw a kick with his bare foot paw digging painfully deep into the fox's midsection. He could tell it had caught him by surprise and relished the feel of his foot sinking into his belly.
"Hoooph! Uuft!" The fox buckled around his foot folding in half. His knees wobbled a bit before he dropped down on all fours. It felt like a cannon ball and been shot into the middle of his stomach. He hadn't expected that at all. "Sucks to be you..." muttered the cheetah with a sick sense of satisfaction. He circled the fox a few times like he was circling his pray.
As he was on his hands and knees he gave him a firm kick to the stomach a few times just hard enough to feel and hopefully humiliate him. He savored the view of the fox's back lurching upwards when he did it as well as the grunts he made. Soon Luke saw him standing in front of him so he made his move.
All of the sudden he sprang upwards with surprising speed, his fist rocketing upwards to collide with the bottom of the cheetah's chin. His head snapped back making him stumble and as his view came back down he saw something that made him groan inside. The fox's fist was already cocked back and he knew he couldn't react in time as it came flying at his face.
Luke smiled with his own sense of satisfaction as his fist smacked into the cheetah's nose a bit harder than he had intended to. His head snapped backwards flinging a bit of blood. As he stumbled backwards the back of his legs hit one of the benches that ran between the rows of lockers making him sit with his rear end hitting the wood bench rather hard.
As he sat there with a bloody nose he could see he was dazed so to teach him a lesson he came closer to the dazed feline. He didn't react much to the fox coming far too close to lift a foot paw and slam a kick of his own squarely into the middle of his stomach. "Uuugh! Huuff! Ooff..." His body folded over instantly as his foot paw dug in easily.
He could tell he hadn't tensed at all and took it hard. He gagged a bit as he sat doubled over taking slow, deep breaths. He had never felt such an burning ache in the middle of his stomach and was rather humiliated that he had his ass kicked by his rival. Luke stood back and let him rest a moment while he did the same. After a moment or two he looked up at the fox.
It was easy to tell he was ready for more but he just didn't have it in him. Luke could tell by the look of defeat on his face it was over. He dropped his fists and stared at him a moment. "Let's just call it a draw and go home. Deal?" Clint nodded. "Yeah..." After cleaning up they went their separate ways.
Clint was glad no one else had been around to see him humiliate himself. He was a bit suspicious of the fox though, his muscles were harder than they seemed and it had seemed as if he wanted to do something but didn't almost like he had held back. Did he know something Clint didn't?
Rather than go home he went to a local pizza and pub where he found some friends. One of them noted he seemed roughed up, was a bit hunched over and had dried blood in the fur near his nose. "Wow, what happened to you?" asked a husky. "I got into a fight dumb ass." He gave him a sour look. "Didn't win I take it?" Clint glared at him. "No..."
They didn't press the issue as he sat there with a soft drink staring angrily off into space until one of them pointed and said "Hey look at that! It's Big John Walker, he was just on that fight we were watching!" The TV above the bar had mentioned an MMA fight earlier and he recalled that name coming up.
Having heard his name he laughed as the big, muscular fox came over to greet his fans. "Hey guys! Enjoy the fight I hear?" They all agreed and said they had been rooting for him. As he signed a few napkins and other things they had for him he said "So you guys from the high school down the way? My son Luke just started there after we moved."
Clint had a sudden look of horror on his face which only made the big fox smirk. "Ah, so that was you huh?" He slowly sank down in the booth wishing he were anywhere else in the world but there at that moment. "After I was done with things earlier I called to see how his day went, he had an interesting story for me..."
His friends couldn't look between the both of them fast enough. Clint didn't know what to say, what did you say? He laughed and patted his shoulder. "Relax. Chill." He couldn't do anything other than look at him wide eyed. "I do have a proposition for you though..." Clint swallowed hard. "Oh...?"
He could barely say it, Big John Walker was a pro, someone you saw on TV and he just attempted to fight his son. "From what I hear you agreed to call it a draw, right?" He nodded his head. "Well then I propose for the next two weeks both of you go straight from school to the gym down the way. Both of you will be trained by someone who doesn't have a vested interest to keep things fair and then the two of you settle your differences in the ring which is a much more appropriate and safe place to fight one another. Deal?"
He had been called out in front of his friends and something told him he had done that in purpose. "Deal." What other choice did he have? He had long since passed the point of no return so even if he did lose at least he could tell the story. The big fox smiled and gave his shoulder a solid pat. "Good! I trust that there won't be anymore bullying after this?" He shook his head. "No sir."
He smiled. "Good! I'll see the both of you after school tomorrow."