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"Hey fella," he heard a male say, "you seem like you could use a diversion. Think you can help me with this situation o' mine?" He took a deep swig of his leppa cider, masking his sigh as he downed the entire bottle. A shudder ran through him once the drink coursed through his system.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, slightly off-kilter from the shiver. He looked at the male, learning that he was a normal looking ursaring morph. He had the usual scowl and burly physique common amongst his kind. He wore simple clothing, a white a-shirt and brown shorts that barely fit him. "What'cha need mister...?"

"Ron, the name's Ron. Yours?"

"Archer."

"Right. Can you keep a secret?" Archer nodded, and the 'morph continued his spiel, this time in hushed tones. "Well there's this little snot who thinks he's top dog just 'cause he beat me in a battle. Now before you ask, I didn't ask my friends out of pride. Ya know how it is... how's anyone supposed to take a guy like me seriously if I needed them for somethin' like this?"

"Don't sweat it, my lips are sealed. Okay, so you need a stranger like me to knock some sense into some cocky kid? Remind him he can, in fact, lose?" Ron nodded. "I take it he thought you was full of crap and wasn't even trying to listen?"

"He's barely over twenty. You know how they can get. Once they're creepin' on twenty-one, they start feeling more invincible. I'm not even sure how a guy like him got this far, but he needs a reminder before he gets into somethin' nasty."

"I'm twenty-five, so yeah I know how people like him can be. I've sort of been there." Archer called the bartender for another bottle. "All right, what's he like and where do I meet him? I'm a little rusty, but I am pretty sure I can take him." He reached into his dark green pants and pulled out his wallet. "All I need to do is beat him, right?"

"Hold on. Drink's on me if you're fixin' to... assist me."

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Archer got in his car with his new passenger in tow. He was glad he hadn't drank anything alcoholic. Driving through the snow required a bit more concentration than it looked, especially at night. The ursaring guided him to a small park with a lone figure sitting by a fire in the middle.

"A houndour, huh? Little guy looks kinda cute from here, I have to admit," Archer muttered as he stopped the vehicle. "I wonder what he's doing out here at this hour."

"Just his usual haunt, I s'pose. Maybe he's got a place... I don't really know. What, ya thinkin' of taking him in or somethin'?"

"Depends."

"Hell, I ain't gonna judge. I ain't interested in making things worse, only that his attitude gets put on ice 'fore it's too late. He is cute, I'll give him that. Bet he'd look much better with that prideful hole o' his filled to the brim." Archer got out of his car and grinned at the thought.

"Hopefully this won't take too long," he said. The arcanine hadn't battled anyone in a while, though he made sure he was in shape. The houndour was staring only at the fire he made, looking not at all interested in anything else. It seemed all too easy to sneak up on him, so instead he opted for a more direct approach. "You there!"

The startled houndour nearly fell off the log and glared indignantly at the intruder. "What?" That response told him all he needed to know regarding his opponent-to-be. From what he could assume, the houndour thought little of him and was very sure of his abilities. He was already coming up with a plan to take him down.

"You look bored. How about a change of pace?" The arcanine walked up to him, stopping a small distance away. Underestimating him was the last thing he wanted to do.

He waved dismissively. "Really? You don't look that tough from over here."

"Confident. I like that. At least I know you'll take me on." Archer mentally groaned at what he was about to say next, but he had a mission to accomplish. "So I heard from a reliable source that you couldn't be defeated. In that case, I'd like to make it more interesting... see if my moves are still working all right." This time he got off the log and looked at him.

"Really? A bet? You stand no chance!"

"We'll see. You win, you'll get whatever you want from me. I win, you--" The houndour cut him off with a Feint Attack, knocking him to the ground and unknowingly triggering his Justified ability. Archer was surprised by how fast the attack came, though he was far from impressed by the houndour standing on his chest. The guy's snow-covered paws were messing up his favorite shirt, an indignity he let no one get away with.

"Just like I thought. That car of yours looks nice. I think I'll take it." Archer seized his paws and chucked him off, getting to his own feet quickly.

"Crossing the line twice, I see. I was hoping to have a clean fight, but it looks like I'm gonna have to get messy." He closed in on him and unleashed a restrained Close Combat, attacking his foe's arms, legs, and belly. Archer grinned when his opponent staggered from the assault and followed up with a Wild Charge. To his surprise, the series of attacks proved to be too much for the houndour, and he fell to the ground in a heap.

"Sheesh, I thought you'd be tougher than that. I was expecting a powerhouse, not a glass cannon. Doesn't help that you barely even phased me."

At that point Ron came out of the vehicle. "Damn, Archer, where'd ya learn how to fight like that?"

"A human friend of mine I used to travel with taught me to make sure my foe won't be a problem."

"Really now? What happened to her?"

"She became a breeder... and," he added with a grin, "let's just say I... donate sometimes."

Ron couldn't help but drool at the thought. He picked up the unconscious houndour. "Not a bad idea. Anyways, we can't just up and leave him out here like this."

"I've got a feeling there's more to him than we know. We'll take him to my place to heal up. Besides, he owes me for even thinking about taking my car anyway. You never mess with someone's car."

"Amen to that."

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As soon as Archer sprayed some Hyper Potion on the houndour on his bed, he woke up.

"Damn, that guy can hit like a truck," he muttered. "Where the heck am I?"

"You're in 'that guy's' home, kid," Ron stated. Archer watched as the houndour suddenly realized just where he was and what happened not too long ago. The ursaring slouched in a chair on the other side of the room, legs spread wide and head resting in a clawed hand. Archer himself sat near him in a smaller chair. "Before you get any ideas, no, this ain't no dream. You got beat, son."

"You know," Archer said, "I never did get your name. It's rude to challenge someone without even knowing their name. Sorry about that."

"What's it to you? Hold on... What the fuck did you do with my clothes?!"

"This is my house. I sure as hell am not about to let someone like you mess up my place." The houndour looked as though he was about to say something, but Archer's constant staring unnerved him into silence. "You're real cute, you know that?"

"N-no I'm not!" The arcanine couldn't help but smirk as he caught him staring at his still-damp pants, no doubt eyeing his concealed goods.

"Personality's a piece of crap, but I'm willin' to make it work. Now, whatever-your-name-is, you didn't even let me finish saying my part of the bet, and you need to apologize for that crack you made about my car." He stood up. "You know, I can feel you staring at my lower body. You undressing me with those eyes?"

"What? Please. You just happen to be wearing something compared to me." Archer was not the least bit impressed by such an obvious lie and decided to toy with him.

"Whatever-your-name-is, you just--"

"Stop that! My name is Racol, okay?" He smiled at the houndour's reaction.

"Isn't it better when you cooperate? Much less pain on your end, and my name's Archer, for the record. Short fuse... As I was saying, you have some sort of attraction for guys like Ron."

"Is that so? He actually likes me?" Ron's legs seemed to spread even wider, as if he was entertaining the thought. His trademark scowl softened as he grinned.

"Well of course! The only reason Racol here challenged you, as far as I'm concerned, was to get closer to you without arousing suspicion. Am I or am I not right?" Archer smirked when he saw Racol look away from him. No amount of denial could hide the evidence. He pulled him onto his back and noticed a prominent tent in the sheet. "Oh, what's this now? May as well come clean."

"Well shoot, I wish you said that earlier! I take back my earlier insult then." The arcanine ripped away the sheet and rubbed his exposed belly.

"Wait, no... It's... it's all true," Racol reluctantly said, groaning into his touch. Before he could say anything else, Archer interrupted him.

"How about that? I was just guessing wildly with what I said earlier, trying to get a rise out of you. Never once crossed my mind that I was right on the money. Let's just cut to the chase, then."

"Oh..." He grabbed his clothes and shoes and took them off as quickly as he could. He embraced the other 'morph and turned him around. The houndour squirmed in his grasp, but to no avail.

"You really are a cute one." The arcanine sat on the bed and forced Racol's head into his awaiting groin, his shaft nearly fully erected.

"What are you doing?"

"I see you found your voice again. It's time to apologize, now get to it." He lifted his head up before forcing him down. His cock barely brushed against the back of his throat before the houndour coughed.

"Too much," he groaned, pulling back.

"Nonsense. You like this, I can see it. That dick of yours is betraying you, and neither of us even touched it yet."

"N--" Archer forced him back down. To his surprise, this time his partner seemed to be getting into this, sucking down as much as he could without a single cough. He gripped Racol by the hips and turned him upside-down, making him present his orange butt. He shoved a finger into him and rubbed around the tunnel, then followed up with another finger, expanding the space as much as he could and receiving gentle vibrations for his trouble.

"Judging from the moan you just made, you liked that. Hey Ron, you want in on this? Got a free ass here with your name on it!"

"Damn straight! Got any lube? Eh, don't worry 'bout it, that looks wide 'nuff." The ursaring got up and unzipped his pants, fishing out his own rod. Archer whistled, impressed by the length.

"Men like you are meant for the big ladies, to be sure." He pulled him off his cock, replacing it with the two fingers from earlier. Racol didn't get much of a chance to taste himself before they swapped places again. Once he was satisfied, the arcanine pulled his cock out and turned him rightside-up. Binding his arms, he held him to his chest and lied down. He pulled him into a heated kiss, laughing to himself at how limp he went. He patted the houndour's orange rump and used his legs to hold the two cheeks apart.

"Nice, very nice. You ready, boy?" Ron climbed onto the bed, which creaked under his added weight, and positioned himself at the waiting entrance. Just the tip was enough to make him yelp in surprise. "First time, huh?" With that, he shoved his entire length into him.

"Y-ye--ahhh!!" Archer, feeling merciful, hit him with another dose of Hyper Potion to eliminate the pain.

"I'm still pretty sore 'bout how ya treated me earlier, so I ain't goin' easy!" Once Ron had a secure grip and got into his own rhythm, Archer slipped out from beneath them, leaving the houndour to the heavier 'morph.

"You're--" Archer grabbed his head again and shoved it into his own rear. Getting the hint, the ursaring grabbed Archer by the hips, using him as leverage. Archer moaned as Racol was shoved into and out of his rear repeatedly. After a few thrusts, Racol grabbed him and, with a whimper, began licking his back door.

"Now you're getting it. Here comes your reward." Rolling away, Archer grabbed Racol's length. Only a few rubs were enough to bring the houndour to his first climax, Ron following soon after.

"Damn! You did pretty good for your first time. I really needed that, thanks." Winded, he pulled his cock out to admire his handiwork before stuffing it back in his pants. "This guy's a keeper, Archer. I hope I didn't ruin him for ya. He's got one thing to be cocky about, heh heh, and that's being the first guy I ever did it with."

"Screw you," he groaned, tired and poorly masking his enjoyment.

"Ya ain't gettin' that chance, kid. Hey, Archer, I'm hittin' the road. My house's not too far."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"Oh you'll get something, all right. As soon as I come back, anyway. By the way, apology accepted, but we're not done yet." He looked at the now-sleeping houndour as he stepped out, noticing a faint smile on his face. Having someone to please him was going to make things exciting for a while. Archer found that he really did like him, especially after he got into it.