Cage Fighter! (Furry, No Futa, M/M, Violence, Humiliation)

Story by Lithier

Well, I had some requests that I go ahead and post some of my non-futa stuff, since I guess folks like my writing ^.^ So this is one of my more popular one-shots from back in the day. Of course, there's always a chance I'll come back to it someday...

The crowd cheered. A single, wordless roar of pleasure. There was fresh blood on the mat, and medics were crawling into the ring to drag a limp, shapely vixen to the waiting stretcher. She convulsed suddenly, coughing up some more blood. She was alive, then. The wolf standing victorious in the ring smirked, and called to her as the cheers died. "Don't worry, babe, I'll make sure your face is fixed up again. I look after my own." Calls hailed from the audience, calls of admiration and suggestions about what to do with her later. The wolf turned, black fur glittering with sweat under the hard lights casting the ring aglow. He spread his arms, toned muscles rippling under his fur down his back and chest as he embraced the audience in his wide-open arms. Only a pair of worn jeans clung to his powerful form.

"And that closes the semi-finals!" A rat appeared beside him bellowing into a microphone and smiling to the crowd. "Another devastating display of raw power from the champ! Absolutely amazing." He turned to the wolf. "What do you think, Bear? Are you ready for the final round?" The rat offered his mic.

Bear smirked, and brushed a paw down his side, getting a smattering of blood on his fingers. "I get clawed up worse breaking in the new girls. This is nothing." He licked the crimson from his fingers. "Bring on the final challenger." The crowd's laughter swelled into a roar of approval.

"You heard him, folks! Bring out the final contender!" Spotlights swung to one corner of the nightclub-turned-killing floor, and boos rose as a curtain parted to reveal a figure hidden in a baggy jacket, the hood drawn low over the face. "Only one man stands to challenge the champion for the rights to the bodies and lives of tonight's combatants. We all had a good laugh when this mysterious man stepped into the ring under the name 'Bear Hunter,' but he's fought through three rounds of elimination and proven himself worthy of testing that name against the champion himself. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the final challenger: Bear Hunter!" Jeers and boos surged on all sides as the mysterious figure climbed into the ring. His pants were loose and light, his jacket baggy and his hood so low it was a wonder he could see to fight, but he could not hide the powerful muscles under that fabric. The hooded man simply stood in his corner, regarding the wolf in silence. "As always, the final match will be a locked cage match. No refs, no medics, nobody to get in the way. The three round system will be encouraged... but not enforced." The rat smirked as he slid out of the ring while four heavy sets of steel bars lowered. Techs pulled the corners into place, and fat padlocks joined the walls to the corners of the ring. The ceiling hung ten feet over their heads, throwing criss-crossing shadows over the two men standing at the ready in the ring.

"Well." The wolf's voice was smooth, and carried easily when the crowd hushed at his first word. "'Bear Hunter,' huh? I'm right in your sights now, looks like. I'm gonna be tearing off that hood in a minute anyway, why don't you take it off and tell us--?" The wolf trailed off as the man before him peeled off his gloves, revealing white-furred, mammalian paws. Those paws rose, and dragged down the zipper of his jacket. "About damned time." The wolf smirked, and opened his mouth to say more-- but the mystery man whipped his jacket open, hood flying back. An arctic wolf with dark eyes just glinting with silver. A black wife beater muted his fur, but it could not hide his chiseled chest. He was easily as built as Bear himself-- almost exactly as muscled, in fact. This was what had brought a hush to the crowd, and to the champion himself. The wolf before them looked almost exactly like Bear-- or rather, he looked like his exact opposite. White fur to black, dark eyes to dull silver. They held themselves differently --Bear bore a slouch and a loose, easy posture, while his would-be hunter stood stiffly upright, feet precisely placed-- but their bodies and faces were nearly identical. A single word left Bear's lips. "Hawk."

Cries rose from the crowd. "Who is he?" "He's ripped!" "Tear him apart!"

"Hello," the arctic wolf intoned, hushing the crowd, "little brother." A moment of shock. "I've waited a long time for this."

More cries surged. "Your brother?" "Tear out his throat!" "He really is bigger!"

Bear gave a slow smirk, just barely curling his mouth. "Always 'little' with you. We're supposed to be twins, aren't we? I don't see how it matters who was born first." This had the crowd in an uproar.

The rat stepped up in the cacophony to announce. "It seems the mysterious Bear Hunter has been revealed as none other than Bear's o

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