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How many days had it been since he'd met that black bitch in the alleyway and got his ass kicked? How many days had he been sitting here trying to recover from that kind of defeat? There was a difference between them, a wall that separated the experience that provided Citrus with the capability to kick the white fox's rear from one side of that alley to the other. He wasn't about to forget about the thrashing he took, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn from it. It was very clearly that Skie was going to need to learn better fighting skills, improve himself the way that the black fox had. It was going to be difficult to do, but it was a step that the white and blue vulpine was more than willing to take in order to be prepared next time him and Citrus found one another. Building muscle would be the easy part when compared to learning how to fight. To learn combat wasn't something he'd ever actually considered, always working on his body in the least bit, but now knowing that he had to defend himself. What happened back in the alley wouldn't be something he'd ever allow to happen to himself again.

Those white footsteps slowly drew him through the damp and puddle tattered streets of the downtown area, standing there in the parking lot of a neon sign that flickered now and then. A few cars parked between their lines, but for the most part this lot designed for three times as many vehicles as was here was left mostly vacant in a sad image abandonment from the seemingly neglected looking building. Paint chipping from the walls outside, bars on the windows and somehow a few of them still had cracks, and the worst crime came from the sign itself. It seemed as though the flickering of the neon sign would only add to the problems of the first letter not even light up at all half of the time, only shining out dimly once in a while when the flickers catch it right. The other letters of the sign that had been painted on were well worn down, making it almost impossible to read it at all. It was no wonder that this place was simply known as the "Gym" and that when he requested if anyone knew where one was they sent him here. Regardless it was a place that he had been told had a boxing ring in it and even if nothing else he might be able to catch a few matches to take some points before trying to test himself out and figure if he would be able to be a fit here or not.

Something about this place didn't settle well with him, maybe it was the few cars that were parked out here seemed to be rather desolate, or maybe it was the fact that this place looked like nobody should be in it at all, but something about this place made him feel uneased even as he hesitated with his hand reaching out for the door. A lick across his lip and a sigh would allow the white fox to steal himself, blue fingernails helping to grip the door easily around it's handle while he pulled slowly. The darkness of the gym seemed to be a bit obvious while the dim lights in here did little to compare to the bright sun out there, but already his eyes were attempting to adjust to the difference. The feeling of the door opening would draw a slight grunt from him only because of how stuck it was against it's paired door and frame, as well as the tightened door pull system set up above it that helped to keep the door closed and keep that cool air inside.

With his eyes shifting to the darker lighting here the white fox turned his blue eyes around the area easily so that he could view the world he'd just stepped into. It was then that he could see, cutting through this darkness, a movement of glowing orange design moving easily in the direction of this fox. As his eyes adjusted Skie was able to see more and more of this curious figure, but before he was ever able to make out the individual through sight he quickly felt his ears twitch at the oh so recognizable voice that spoke from their designs. A voice asking what he was doing here, inquiring about his purpose and while he had been yearning for his sight to recover so that he could see, the white vulpine now regretted it, knowing the face that awaited for him as he saw that black furred menace fade into existence directly in front of him. He couldn't forget a face like this, to allow such a look to fade from his mind, Skie wouldn't even begin to fail to recognize the person that handed him his own ass not too long ago and had made his life such a horrible nightmare to this point that the only available solution is to snarl out at him even if it meant seeming a little less formal than he usually did.

Skie had been wanting to make a good entrance, a good impression on the people that came here, but seeing the black fox standing there having already laid a claim to this place was only nothing more than a discouragement to the blue highlighted vulpine. Already he was planning on heading out from this place and locating the next closest one so that he could find the training he wanted without having to deal with a certain glowing orange fox making backhanded comments around him constantly. What ended up blocking him from just turning around right now and leaving was the sound of the door opening behind him. With the two foxes facing one another the heavy footsteps of a duo entering the building could be heard, the conversation they were holding was nearly unimportant and uninspired but when they saw their favorite black furred fox anyone in the building could see that dark smirk crawl over their faces as if evolving there over a slow period of time. The thundering steps they made easily brought them into view of the white companion that looked at these two towering men with almost widened eyes.

"Look who's here today, Brutus." the deep voice from the orca called easily towards the two foxes, the image of the massively muscular sea mammal towered these two but nearly twice their height and his enormous display of physical strength shown easily even to the blue eyed vulpine that looked on at him.

The other could only chuckle easily with the whale slipping back behind he two keeping them from retreating into the gym in order to try and escape them. He wasn't as tall as the orca, but this male bovine was every bit as strong and his thick horns stretched out long to either side of his head, "Yeah, looks like the little fag decided to come back to our gym after all." he had to chuckle as both of their eyes locked onto Citrus who was already trying to shy away, "Maybe we should give him a second helping of what happens to little gay boys that decide to come around here, him and his skinny friend."

The white fox gritted his teeth at the treatment of this, not because it was Citrus, heck no, but because of how they were willing to treat just anyone that happened to be gay in this place. Those eyes narrowed down quickly and he'd step up to the bull who looked to be on the edge of bursting out loudly from the sudden bravado of the young pup that actually decided to try and stand up to him, listening with raised ears so that he didn't miss even a single syllable of what was about to be said. Those brown bovine eyes even turning towards the orca who's black smooth arms crossed over that massive chest, watching and waiting for the fireworks to start to fly. The laughable points being that there was probably nothing Skie could do to them and yet they were so interested to see him even slightly believe he could attempt anything even in the least. But they listened, they wanted to hear him explode and even the black vulpine was surprised, if not a little worried, by this display of some form of loyalty at all between the two rivals.

"What the hell is wrong with being gay?" He asked them both easily, directing himself to the bull that had already snickered to the clearly angry fox, "What? Does us being gay mean that you can just act like a jerk anytime you want, do whatever you want to someone just because their in a public gym that you hang out in? Even Citrus deserves better or not.

The other two had to chuckle to this, there was no choice there, the black fox didn't care for Skie at all, but he certainly didn't want to see him get treated and beaten the way that he did when these two decided to come around the gym. Usually he could hide from them but instead this time he was stuck out in front of the main doors, there was no hiding from that. With a hand on Skie's shoulder the black vulpine slowly stepped in and spoke easily to the fellow fox. "Skie, this isn't the time, let it go."

The orca had to roll his eyes to this a bit and narrow his gaze down to the black fox he stood behind. "Citrus, you're girlfriend has a big mouth, might want to tell her to keep it shut."

"Nah, tell her to keep it open." The bull corrected quickly with a deep smirk on his lips, a hand reaching down to easily rub the line of Skie's jaw, "I can think of something to stuff in there and keep her quiet. You little bitches like sucking dick right?"

The two foxes had to look at one another for that, the image of confusion over Skie's white face making him turn that blue highlighted hair towards the long horned bovine that had just spoken so out of place it seemed wrong in every way that it could. "I'm not a woman." He admitted to him only opening up an uproarious laughter from the two muscle bound jerks that looked to one another as they both thought the same exact response at the same exact time, but only one could say it and being that this correction was directed to Brutus it would be his place to make the quickly witted quip.

"Not on the outside, right?"

This response drew a snarl from the white fox who immediately stormed his way up towards the bull, tired of the insults, the insinuations, the flat out rudeness. Skie didn't care about them giving the same level of harassment to the black vulpine, but there was no way that this blue eyed fox was going to simply stand by and permit himself to be talked down to by these two. With his back to the other two his attention was fully on this Brutus fellow who hadn't stopped talking his shit since the two entered the building. Teeth gritted and grinding jaw to skull he'd work to send his finger directly into that firm, built chest of the towering bovine, ready to open up on him and show him exactly why you don't insult a fox in this way. The odds against him and even Citrus behind him was cringing while that orange highlighted fox would try to back up, finding himself blocked by the large orca monster that was standing firm behind him. Arms crossed and even giving Citrus a shove forward in order to prevent the fluffy black thing from leaning on him, or getting away.

Skie had received just about enough from these two, just about enough that he didn't want to have to deal with them even a second longer. His blue eyes turning back to Citrus and for he first time in a very long time he felt for the black bitch. Even if he felt that his rival fox was an absolute dick at times not even Skie felt that he deserved to put up with someone like this. Instead he'd call for an out for the two of them, speaking out loudly to the bovine with the fiery gaze in his eyes. "I'm out of here," he proclaimed to them, turning his head instantly back to the black fox once again, "You coming, Citrus?"

The glow orange highlighted fox blinked quickly at the words, the slow smirk crawling across his lips and a quick nod would give them both the perfect steps to leave here. It was only a second later that a loud yip was sounded when Citrus founded himself pulling at his own head fur with the strong grip of the orca pulling him back in a hard jerk just to keep in him place. Even the bovine stood to block Skie's path preventing him from being able to leave and only smirking down to the both of them at once. The dark chuckle coming over both of the muscled voices where they stood before these two vulpine and blocked their paths to escape the situation they had gotten themselves into.

"You're not going anywhere, pup." The bull spoke out easily turning his attention to the ancient looking boxing ring that had clearly seen better day.

The tattered and ragged remains of some form of official canvas has sense been torn, ripped, and faded beyond any recognition of what it was. The stains of lighter colors and darker only helped to taint it's display further, questioning what these stains could be and the horrors of even wanting to guess at the truth of it. With the two foxes being lead towards this ring it was clear already that the loose hanging bottom rope needed to be better prepared and the slight left tilt would need lifting, but all in all this ring screamed of history, of better days, official championships, long fought tournaments, but now could be seen as little more than a death trap. With Skie and Citrus being forced closer and closer they were soon following suit to grip the edge of the ring, pulling themselves up and climbing through. Some of the padding still remaining under the canvas but most of it was just hard board from this point.

"What are you two queers waiting for?" The proud standing orca shouted to them and moved to rest back in his corner, "Figure out which of you gets to take me on first."

It was then that the two would have to look at one another. Black fur with orange highlights, white fur with blue, and these two foxes that not only can't get along, but couldn't even if they wanted to, were forced to take on the towering hulks that had guided them here. A simple conversation between them, their eyes holding the malice and irritation that they had for one another, but both knowing that this fight was going to be tough, if not impossible. It was Citrus that first volunteered willing to take on some of the hits, but between the two of them he was the only one with actual fighting training. Skie protested, but with the realization that Citrus had kicked his ass in that alley he had to give the black fox the floor on this one, knowing that he was a better fighters, at least for now, and also knowing that it was going to be some kind of amazing to see him get his ass handed to him. Even though they were united by their common enemy, it was clear that they still had some level of dislike for one another. It came to be decided that Citrus would take the first round, Skie on standby at the side of the ring and the view of their opponent's towering them in such a dark grin on their lips shown that this fight wasn't going to be an easy one to participate in.

The glowing orange eyes of the black fox turned to see the black and white skin of that sea mammal already stepping his way towards him in this less than tournament grade ring. Each step shook the canvas, not only due to weight but also due to the looseness of the boards under it from years of slacked maintenance. Even the shake of the ropes showed that this ring was not fit to be used any anyone let alone someone the size of this towering beast of an orca. Muscles seemed to completely cover this creature while his dominating smirk shown down over both of them. The clearly strong whale reached his hands down to the black fox, leaving the vulpine just enough time to duck down low and slip under those large legs, between the ripped muscles of the thighs and permitted him to just barely get behind. Those glowing orange eyes looking to focus back on this black and white beast, but before he could make an attack of his own the turn of that body would slam that meaty tail directly into the side of the young fox throwing him against the ropes, loose as they were. The fast shake of his head bringing his senses back just in time to see that black hand reaching out to grip him by his shirt, lifting him fully into the air and over the head of the orca to be rested on the back of this behemoth's shoulders.

Already the dark fox struggled to get out of this hold, a hand at his throat was quickly cutting off air and the other hand between his legs making him squirm more while he was bent downward against that neck shooting pain straight through his back and forcing a loud cry out from the fox. His body stiffening the best it could, but he was like a twig compared to the monster he was being forced to face. The grunting from his body was being squeezed from him where he tried not to exhale as much as possible just for the sake of not being able to replace it with that hand on his neck. Legs worked to relax the fox conserving oxygen but hoping that the orca will simply get board of him and drop him soon enough. Instead that bend hit harder against his body, and the Citrus cried loudly at the pain of it. That other hand at his thigh was his biggest worry though, the feeling of pain coursing through him created a bit of a result, something that this black and white beast missed, but his friend didn't.

"HA!" the laugh jerked from the bull with a finger pointed directly at indicated area. "Looks like our fag slut likes the pain, you're already got him rock hard from the back-breaker alone."

The orca could only chuckle to this and smirk some as he bend the poor fox more. "Maybe we should just strip him down now and give the little queer what he really wants."

If this was any other situation the white fox teammate would simply let this continue. Nothing made him happier than the idea of Citrus getting himself beaten, but these guys were taking things too far. Leaning against the Skie moved his blue finger-nailed hands to swat down quickly, catching the black canine's foot with a fast tag before jumping in past the ropes. The black and white creature could feel the slap of the hand move that leg against his shoulder, but only smirked at it with a deep chuckle. It was instantly clear that someone this size wasn't about to see Skie or Citrus as being a threat in any way, but the white fox was going to do whatever he could in order to make that assumption wrong. The only error with Skie's bravado was the very simple fact that he was going to have to fight the opponents to make it happen. He hadn't even had his first lesson and already he was climbing into the ring to protect someone he didn't even slightly like. This lead the white fox to charge in fast just after pulling himself through the ropes, looking to yell out loudly while he went for a hard slap across the face. What he hadn't expected was for the orca to simply release the dark vulpine, just dropping him down to the canvas below and knowing he was going to hit hard, but opening up those large white palmed and black fingered hands to make a fast and decisive backhand directly at the charging fox.

That hand impacted the body in a way that would jar the bones of most, and Skie was no exception to it. The white fox being sent rolling across the canvas only feeling those ropes coming to stop him, but barely, forcing his blue eyes to stare at the lumbering brute that was already trudging his way towards him. The pale vulpine was only saved by the fact that Brutus wanted a turn in the ring too and felt that the orca was taking up all of the fun, but without much trouble they'd switch out and Citrus finally managed to crawl his way from the ring down to the mat where he rested and panted. For what felt like the world's longest second the black fox felt himself safe from these guys, the idea that now that he was out of that ring they would focus on Skie for a bit and give him a break. That dream was soon shattered when he saw the lights above him that he stared at to be blocked by that easily smiling orca now glaring down at him. The dark vulpine feeling his heart simply drop at the realization that things were only just starting for him. In the mean time the bull was already on Skie, reaching down to wrap a hand around the fox's head and lift quickly off of the canvas only to swing him fast over his horned head and back down into the canvas again, drawing out a deep and long groan from the pale vulpine while he shivered at the feeling of trying to lift himself up.

Skie felt himself drop back down to the mat with the feeling of the ring actually rocking back and forth under him. As his hands pushed up his elbows were forced to back down with the feeling of his body jerked forward and backwards. The entire ring moving to and fro forcing him to look back over his shoulder and witness the cause of it. The site of Citrus having been set down at the edge of the ring would provide the view of just his head while the towering orca smirked down at at him with those large black hands gripping the orange highlighted hair as every movement of his hips forced that head back into the ring forcing it forward. Citrus's muffled cries and hands gripping the wrists did little to make the stretching of his jaw any less uncomfortable. Even his cheeks burned red while he felt that hard thrusting forced down his throat again and again. Skie had to watch this only for a second to realize what they'd gotten themselves into, and with those blue eyes turning back to the bull this beast was already reaching down to grip at his pants. A hard yank of the fabric and the loud tearing sound would expose that lovely white rump in all of it's glory before he felt his those hulkish knees come down and spread the once clothes legs.

The vulpine looked over his shoulder with a worried look, an expression that would change quickly to one of a hard cry when he felt himself being spread hard before the large balls of the bovine crushed down against the fox nuts, and with a hard grinding against him making the fox cock pulsate as his prostate was more than simply rubbed against. The staggered breath of this vulpine, the hard blushed cheeks and his hips gripped by those big meaty hands as the bull dick was pulled back slowly and then that waistline was forcibly pulled in order to bury it back in deep and crashing those hips together once again. Skie couldn't scream out in pleasure or pain, he was working hard just to be able to breath while those thrusts became more and more common and his mind swam with the confusing mix of pleasure and frustration that were forced through him. Each thrust making him want it more and less all at the same time, and with those fox eyes closing shut for so long they didn't open again until he felt a large hand on his jaw, lifting his face up to be presented to that widely spread cock slit from the orca would provided that narrow tipped cock straight into Skie's mouth.

"You're right Brutus, this is the best way to shut him up." The orca chuckled easily to the bull smirking as his head came in quickly, the flavor of orca cum mixed with fox saliva made Skie's body shudder while he felt more of that bull cock shoved into his once tightly puckered rear.

With the white fox's eyes looking past the thrusting hips that were delivery a thick dick straight down his throat. The sight of the passed out Citrus telling him that the cum covered black vulpine had been taken fast and hard forced to have his head banged against that ring had knocked him from this fight early, but the sight of him, the condition of the white fluid that covered his face and chest showed that simply being knocked out wasn't enough for these two. Skie felt his body used over and over again, filled with hot cock from behind and the front while his stiff vulpine dick swung against their force already leaking heated pre down against the canvas in drips and wags that leaked through. It wasn't until he felt them both thrust in at one time, hilting themselves entirely on the spit roasted vulpine. With a heavy panting around that dick he could feel those bright smiles burning into his back before finally another hard slap to his testicles would force the fox to cry out with a heavy flow of hot seed ripping from his body and down to the canvas below him.

The sight of the white fox drenching their ring made them both moan out deeply picking up their speed with him all the way through his climax while they both groaned at the tight smaller creature that they'd captured. With Skie being forced to rest from that hard orgasm, his breath panted out hard from the feeling of those two dicks continuing to have their way with him. This throat even growing a bit tighter and his rear clinching down on her body as he shuddered to the amazing feeling of the incredible penetration that was flowing through his body. Even as water started to flow from his eyes, he couldn't bare to say that he was crying, the amazing pleasure that coursed through him making him want them to finish, making him need them to finish with him, and finally with a hard beating against his body he could feel them pulsating inside of his already yearning body just before a heavy flow of orca cream ran down his throat into his stomach meeting up well with the bovine cum that entered through the other way. Body shuddering hard as they both called out loudly at once to his good job and when he felt that rear and throat become vacant he'd collapse down into the canvas to look up at them, licking his lips and moaning easily. He felt so empty now, but at the same time so very full. They didn't seem to be done yet, though, their hanging dicks starting to release another spray of fluid, but this time it wasn't the white bubbling kind. The two foxes getting marked, covered, wettened, however a person might like to refer to it and while they had to close their eyes in order to keep the pungent scent out it was only after they'd finished would the orca and bovine take a long and deep kiss from each other before turning to leave these two foxes behind.