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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Fight Therapy[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nHer fist struck with a loud [b]THWUMP[/b], followed by a kick, and then the back of her fist. She backed up a pace, then thrust her fist forward again, connecting with another loud thud. She punched three more times, each hitting center mass. Her opponent, a weighted bag hanging from the ceiling, swung slightly from the blows. She lifted her leg and kicked again, slamming her foot into it first low, then mid, then high. Before she was finished putting her foot down, she shifted her weight forward to slam her elbow into the bag, twirled about, and slammed another back-fisted hammer blow into the thing.\n\nThe gym was dark, only a few lights on around the training bag. Riley was the only one there right now, which made sense as it was only a little after four in the morning, and the gym was technically closed. Though the owner of Boris' Gym, the titular bear Boris, never locked the place up. He had the mindset that if someone wanted to train, no matter the time, they had the right. And he was well known with the locals. If someone tried to rob the place, word would get around quickly and they would be dealt with. The gym was something of a safe haven within the otherwise unsafe slums that were the lower westside of Alta Ferro.\n\nThe muscular opossum often trained so early, and would only just be finishing when anyone would normally come in hours later. She preferred the solitude. She could work out her aggression without the risk of lashing out. And she had a lot of aggression. She always had. She had no idea where her anger issues came from, but it had been a problem ever since she was a child. She had gotten into fights often as a kid, starting most of them, and winning a fair few. She had done a run in juvie when she knocked an older kid's lights out and broke his nose and several ribs. As an adult, she had done something similar, only this time the opponent was left in the hospital for three months, and she was left in prison for eighteen months for assault in the second degree. It would have three, but she got out early for good behavior.\n\nNow, a 25 year old ex-con, she had dedicated herself to helping other people deal with their aggression here at this very gym. Though it took a lot of self control when teaching someone how to box to not lose herself in her own aggression. Most of the teens that came through just needed an outlet, not a bloody nose. Though sometimes they needed one of those, too. Especially the cocky males that thought they could take her just because they were a few inches taller and had a cock between their legs. Being tossed across the ring a few times usually put them in their place pretty quickly.\n\nAfter another flurry of punches, she took a step back and readied herself for another. The clapping from the front doorway made her pause. She looked up to see a tall and muscular tiger grinning at her. She knew that look. She was already counting down the seconds to him hitting on her. She let out a breath, lowering her stance and moving to a bench to grab her water bottle and a sweat towel. \"We're closed.\"\n\nThe man shrugged. \"I thought Boris' was always open, even when it's closed.\"\n\nShe grunted. \"Just letting you know not to expect a spotter if you're going to work out.\" She motioned to the weights against one wall. \"But go ahead and knock yourself out. Just don't complain if you do it literally.\"\n\nThe man grinned wider as he stepped closer. He was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt and a pair of what looked like track shorts. \"What if I'm here for boxing lessons? I hear this place has a really great teacher.\"\n\nRiley frowned at him. \"Like I said. We're closed. So you'll have to come back in a few hours for those.\" She looked him up and down. He was pretty well built, and she guessed handsome, but she wasn't really a good judge of male attractiveness. \"And your own gear if you have it. We rent gloves and helmets, but you'll need your own mouth guard. Health code stuff.\" She took another gulp of water and set it down, returning to her workout with the bag.\n\nThe man walked closer, but just crossed his arms and leaned against a pillar as he watched her work. \"You've got good power, and your form is pretty good.\" She tried to ignore him as she landed another trio of punches. \"But it looks a little sloppy. Not as much power behind those punches as you could-\"\n\nShe slammed her fist into the bag so hard it swung wide. She stepped away from it to let it swing behind her as she walked over to him, her thick tail thrashing behind her. \"Look, whoever you are! You can work out, or you can watch, but do it [i]silently![/i] I don't need some rando off the street coming in here and giving me pointers and criticism!\" She clenched her hands so tight, the athletic tape on them creaked a little. It took all she had to not bodily throw the man out the front door.\n\nHe tilted his head and looked at the bag as it swung. \"That's more like it. You should get a bag that attaches to the ceiling and floor. That way you don't need to hold back so much.\" He looked back at her, his grin growing. \"Or you need the right partner to help you blow off some steam.\"\n\nShe closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, though it did little to calm her. \"I'll talk to Boris about the bag, but I can assure you, even if I [i]was[/i] looking for a partner, you are not my type.\"\n\n\"What is your type?\"\n\nShe narrowed her eyes. \"Female.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Ah. Well, worry not, my lovely lesbian friend, that wasn't what I was talking about.\" He tilted his head. \"Well, maybe a little, but not the main point. I meant a partner in the ring.\" He hooked his thumb at the old boxing ring in the center of the gym. \"Someone who can keep up with you and give you a real fight.\"\n\nShe actually laughed. \"I'm not your friend. And I doubt you could 'keep up' with me, as you put it.\" She shook her head and walked back to the bag. \"And even if you were, I'm not allowed to actually fight someone. It's against my parole.\"\n\n\"Ex-con, huh? Well, that's fine. So am I.\" He stood up straighter. \"Going to guess yours was assault and battery?\" She was trying to ignore him again. \"No, you don't seem the battery type. Just assault, right?\" She struck the bag again. \"Mine was a bit more mundane. Armed robbery. Didn't even have a gun, but apparently pretended like you do still gets you that charge. Ironically, learned how to actually fight while in the joi-\"\n\n\"Look, I don't care.\" She turned to look at him. \"I didn't ask for your life story, tiger.\"\n\n\"Kyle.\"\n\nShe waved her hand dismissively. \"Kyle, whatever, I don't care. You did time? So did a lot of other people. It's not something I brag about. If you must know, I put someone in the hospital, someone who wouldn't take no for an answer, I went to prison for it. I served my time, now I help keep teens with anger issues from doing the same thing. That's my story. Now, go lift weights or whatever the hells you came here for, or fuck off. Either way, leave me alone!\"\n\nHe crossed his arms. \"See, thing is, I came for you.\" She gave him a sidelong glare. \"Not like that. I came to fight you. I know you said it's a breach of parole, but as long as I don't report it, then no one will know. Besides, I can see the anger still in you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, can't imagine what's causing that.\" She spat the words at him.\n\n\"And I don't think there's any amount of hitting that bag that will help you. Not really. You need a person to hit.\" He grinned again. \"And who better than some big guy who thinks he can take you, eh?\"\n\nShe sighed heavily. \"You want me to give you a bloody nose? Is that it? You here to give me some kind of fight-therapy?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Nothing so wholesome. I just heard that the boxing instructor here is a buff bitch that throws a mean punch.\"\n\n\"And kicks. It's MMA style.\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"MMA is mostly grapples and usually pretty boring. This is street brawling with rules. No biting, no hits to the groin, and stop when your opponent taps out or doesn't get up.\" He stepped over to the ring. \"C'mon, you know you wanna punch me in the face a few times.\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"You have no idea.\"\n\n\"Then do it. Climb into the ring with me and go a round or two.\" He tilted his head. \"This isn't me just shifting how I'm hitting on you.\" He held up a hand with only three fingers up. \"Scouts honor.\"\n\n\"You don't strike me as a boy scout.\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"Yeah, I don't think they have an armed robbery badge.\" He chuckled. \"Not that I would have gotten it anyway, since I got caught.\" As he got to the ring, he climbed under the ropes to get into it. \"So. How about it?\" He held his arms out. \"Few rounds with someone that can take a punch. And kick. Promise I don't have a glass jaw.\"\n\nShe sighed, her shoulders slumping. \"Fine. If you're so determined to limp your way out of here, then I'll bust your lip open for you.\" She stepped over to her stuff, picking up her water, and a roll of athletic tape. She took a sip from the water while throwing the tape at him. He managed to catch it. \"Here. You probably want to do this without gloves, so wrap those claws in this.\" He chuckled as he started to wrap his hands. \"And get those shoes off. You're not allowed to wear them in the ring.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\" He kicked his sneakers off, and started to wrap tape around his feet, much like hers were.\n\n\"Riley.\" She walked over, rolling her shoulders a little. She was pretty warmed up, but it was always good to keep limber. She didn't bother changing her clothing, leaving her in the tight, blue sports top that kept her ample chest secure. Her shorts were fine enough, too. It left most of her muscular body exposed, coarse off-white fur doing nothing to hide the tone in her abs, legs, and arms. She climbed into the ring like he had. \"Just don't start crying that you got beat up by a girl.\"\n\nHe finished wrapping his feet and hands, and tossed the tape away. \"Oh, I won't.\" he pulled his baggy shirt up and off, revealing his own muscles to her. While not a body builder, he had the same clear musculature she did, along with a few scars from what looked like claws along his belly and arms. Maybe more than she did. He'd definitely seen some fighting in his time. He held his fists up in a stance far too sloppy to actually be as bad as it looked. \"Whenever you're ready.\"\n\nShe raised her own fists up, dropping into the same stance she had been in at the bag. \"Let's just get this over with.\" Kyle smiled, stepping to the side, his fists still up. \"And stop with the act. I can tell you're trying to play dumb. I know a ringer when I see one.\"\n\n\"Fair enough.\" He slid his stance lower, steadying himself into what looked more like a martial arts style than boxing. Kung Fu or Tae Kwon Do, possibly Karate, she didn't really know the differences other than country of origin. She didn't much care, either. He slowly stepped to the side again, and she watched him, letting him play out whatever his little game was.\n\nHe suddenly slid forward, throwing a straight punch. She easily shifted to the side to avoid it, throwing her own hook in counter. To her surprise, he blocked it with his forearm, deflecting the blow away. She had to shift again to avoid his own counter punch. She saw the follow up coming, lifting her leg to block his keep with her shin. She threw her leg out a little to knock his away, and swung out her fist. It was the tiger's turn to have to shift out of the way, her hand passing his nose by the fur's length. He tried to kick again, and she blocked it with her other hand, trying to continue with an uppercut, but he bent backwards to avoid it. He kept going with the bend, flipping backwards, and trying to lash his foot out at her at the same time. She slid backwards to avoid taking it to the chin. He finished his back flip and put his hands up, still grinning wide.\n\nShe grunted. \"Nimble fucker for a guy your size.\"\n\n\"I keep limber.\" He shifted his stance, one foot solidly on the ground while the front foot was light and up on toes. Another martial arts style. She bounced on her own toes a little, then suddenly shot forward. She expected his readied jab-like kick, and leaned into it so it only lightly struck her side. But she was up close now, and shot her fist forward, slamming into his chest. She followed with another punch, and he barely got his guard up to protect his chest and face as she landed three more hits on his forearms. Her leg came up to swing at his middle, but he suddenly ducked down, her leg swinging wide over his head. Before she had a chance to put her foot down, his own shot out, hooking behind her leg and pulling it out from under her. She suddenly slammed against the mat. She rolled to the side, expecting him to try and pin her or stomp down, but he just stood up and smiled. \"My point.\"\n\nShe grunted as she pushed herself up to her feet again. \"No scorekeeper here, dickweed.\"\n\nHe laughed. \"True.\" This time, he dashed forward, slamming his shoulder against her. She took it, letting him push her back a step. She brought her hand down to hit his back, then her other up, fist connecting under his chin in an uppercut that forced him back. She didn't let up, following with a hard kick to his hip, another to his side, and one last to his head, sending him staggering to the side. She slid in and planted her fist into his gut hard, getting a pained grunt from him, only for it to be silenced as she smashed her fist into the side of his face again, sending him sprawling to the mat this time. It took a lot to stop herself from following and raining punches down on him.\n\nHe laughed, spitting to the side to see a bit of blood. \"Nice! That's more like it!\" He pulled himself up to his feet, shaking his head quickly. He could see the fury in her eyes, her aggression building. \"That's the kind of shit I want from you!\"\n\nShe didn't know what game this asshole was playing, but if he wanted to get beaten, then she would be happy to oblige. She moved forward again, unleashing another burst of violence in the form of rapid punches, most aimed at his chest, but some for his head. He blocked most of them, but she still got a few solid hits in on his chest and belly, and one across his face. She blocked or avoided a few of his own counters, pushing whatever advantage she had to keep him on the defensive. When his knee came up, she brought her elbow down to block it, then jammed it into his stomach.\n\nHe grabbed her wrist and turned, yanking her off balance, then stepped forward and ducked. He pushed his shoulder into her belly and suddenly lifted, flipping her up and over his back, only to let her crash down to the mat on her back. He had shifted his styles again, to something more akin to professional wrestling this time. He lifted his foot and dropped it in an axe kick that she only barely rolled out of the way of. She pushed herself up quickly, only for him to grab her short ponytail and yank her head back. His fist smashed into her face a moment later. When he swung for a second blow, she gripped his wrist and headbutted him, smashing her forehead into his nose. He rebounded, letting her hair go. She had never actually used a headbutt before, and it hurt a lot, but it was certainly effective.\n\nHer teeth clenched in anger, she threw herself at him again, hitting his side and belly in fast strikes. His knee came up and jammed into her gut, her hand smacked against his thigh to send it away. Her elbow collided with his chest, and his fist struck her head. Then his leg came up and hit under her jaw hard enough that if her teeth had not already been clenched, she likely would have bitten into her tongue. It was still hard enough to lift her off of her feet, and she once more found herself sprawled out onto the mat. She tried to roll away, but wasn't fast enough this time. He dropped down, slamming his knee into the small of her back, just above the base of her tail. She cried out in pain, blood dripping out of her mouth from the hits to her face before.\n\nKyle panted heavily as he straddled her, his knees on either side of her hips, his rear planting down on her back. He reached around to grip her jaw, pulling back a little. \"This was fun, Riley!\"\n\n\"Get off me, asshole!\" She hissed her words through grit teeth, trying to throw him off, slapping the mat and shoving upwards, but he had her pinned.\n\nHe laughed a little. \"Nope!\" He grunted as he had to shift his weight to stay on top of her as she started to really struggle. \"I said I came for you. The fight was just the warm up.\"\n\n\"I don't care what you came for! Get off of me, you pri-\" Her words were cut off as he suddenly wrenched her head to the side, a sickening crack echoing around the room. Her eyes went wide, her body jerking under him. He twisted the other way just as quickly, turning her head far more than it should, with another crunch as he completely snapped her neck. Her body jerked again, several shivers and trembles rippling through her powerful muscles. He let her head go, and it smacked against the mat with a thud. Only then did he finally shift off of her, sliding to the side to sit beside her, watching her body twitch and shiver. Her thick tail kept twitching and thumping against the ground. After a few seconds, most of the spasms stopped, but a muscle here or there would still quiver.\n\nHe winced, rubbing his ribs. \"You were pretty good, slut. I'll give you that much. Got in some pretty good hits.\" He rubbed his jaw a little. \"Some damn good hits.\" He pressed his foot against her side and shoved, rolling her over onto her back. She flopped over without resistance. Her head fell to the side, facing him. Her eyes were still wide in shock, but not staring at him, but through him, at nothing. There was no life within her yellow gaze. He reached out, gripping the bottom of her top, pulling it up to let her tits free of their confines. They bounced and wobbled atop her chest, jiggling when he gave one a hard slap. \"Shouldn't hide these so much. Tits like these should be shown off.\"\n\nHe looked down at her hard, muscular body. \"Fuck, to think you denied any man a body like this. Pretty selfish, don't you think?\" He chuckled to himself, his dick getting hard within his shorts. \"Well, I'm still going to fuck you, but at least I did you the kindness of killing you first. Can't be gay when you're fucking dead, can you?\" He reached out and gripped the waist of her shorts, tugging them down her muscular legs, revealing her cunt to the air. He quirked an eyebrow as he saw it was damp. It didn't look or smell like she pissed herself when she died. \"So, you really were a fight slut, huh? Get off on the violence? Bet you couldn't wait to finish our little bout so you could run off to the back and flick your bean in the showers.\" He rubbed his fingers against her damp slit. \"Hey, I get it. Took a lot to keep myself from pointing a boner right at you the whole fight.\"\n\nHe reached down to tug his own shorts, letting his cock spring free. \"Specifically, this boner.\" He tossed his shorts to the side, and moved to kneel between her legs. He rested his hand against her thigh, feeling a few twitches still rippling through the muscle. Wasn't uncommon for people to have those little shivers for a few minutes after dying, especially when their muscles were as active as hers were. A lot of energy stored in them to finish burning through. Just made it more interesting. He moved forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slit. \"I wonder if you've ever had a man in here before? Probably a toy at least, right?\" He lined himself up. \"Let's find out.\"\n\nHe pushed forward, sliding his cock into her pussy. He let out a long moan as he slowly but steadily slid his whole length inside. \"Mmm, well, didn't have to shove through anything to get inside at least.\" He moaned louder as his hips met hers, his balls pressed against her ass. \"Fuck, but you are tight! If you weren't a fucking corpse, I bet you'd be able to squeeze my dick flat, wouldn't you?\" He chuckled, reaching out to grip on of her ample tits, giving it a hard squeeze. \"But you're just cooling meat now, so you'll have to take whatever I give you!\"\n\nHe pulled back, thrusting forward again, slapping his hips against hers. He started with a slow but hard pace, making her whole body jostle with ever thrust. He got the treat of feeling her inner walls quiver a little, but it only lasted a moment. \"Mph, that's it, you stupid slut, you're getting fucked by someone that beat you. Bet you never thought anyone ever would, huh? You fighter sluts never do.\" He started to thrust a little faster, his own tail swishing behind him. \"I've killed a bunch of you idiots.\" He grunted as he leaned over, gripping both tits now. \"Funny, I learned all about snuff only once I was in prison. Had an inmate that told me all about this great site called D-Gen. I'll be posting pictures of you on there later.\" He grunted again. \"Only after I blast this tight cunt full of my spunk, though!\"\n\nHe started to thrust harder and faster, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoing around the room. Even as she went slack and totally limp, her inner walls were still very tight. She definitely hadn't had much inside her before, at least not as deep as he was going. \"Wonder if you have yourself a little girlfriend somewhere.\" He grinned as he reached up to turn her head to look up at him. \"Bet you like the little frail things. Skinny little bitch with no tits? That's fine, I like those, too.\" He leaned down, his face close to hers. \"Think I'll find out. And if you do, I'll go pay her a visit and rape her tiny cunt, too.\" He made a purring moan, his cock twitching inside of her as he thrust hard. \"Maybe I'll let her taste my claws. I was kind and didn't use them on you, but I'd love to spill your girlfriend's blood all over your home.\"\n\nHe panted as he felt the pressure rising up. \"Let's taste what you give her.\" He leaned down just a bit more, pressing his lips against her slack mouth, his tongue sliding into it, playing over her slack, lifeless one. He held onto the kiss as he started to hammer at her, feeling himself growing closer. He did nothing to hold it back. The fight had been edging enough, and he needed to fill her cunt. Gripping at her tits again, he hammered harder, his cock throbbing and pulsing, pushing deep over and over. He finally broke the kiss so he could let out a growling moan, his cock throbbing a few more times, and finally releasing his pent up lust into her. He gave her shot after shot of his hot spunk, pouring into her dead tunnel. \"Fffffuck!\" He moaned, his tail thrashing as he emptied himself into her.\n\nHis hips gave a few twitching thrusts as the last few shots blasted inside of her. \"Ah... gods, that's what I needed!\" He groaned and sat up, leaning back and pulling out, only to slap his cock against her. A few more little shots drooled out onto her fur. \"Yeah, you were a real selfish bitch denying a cunt like this to males.\" He took several deep breaths, rubbing his shaft to work out a bit more of his jizz onto her. He was quite for a long moment, then tilted his head. \"Hrm...\" After a moment, he leaned over and crawled around her, until he was kneeling above her head. \"Think you need a little more.\"\n\nHe gripped her head, tilting it back and pulling her jaw open. He pushed his cock into her mouth, closing it around his still hard shaft. He pushed deep, until he got it down her throat, then started to thrust again. \"Yeah, just like this.\" He closed his eyes and fucked her face in slow but deep thrusts, enjoying the cooling tightness of her throat. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at her tits. They wobbled and bounced each time he thrust forward. Looking a little farther down, he just saw some of his cum leaking out of her cunt. \"This is a good look for you.\" He moaned. \"I bet if you'd gotten a good, hard dicking, you wouldn't have been such a bitch. I think you just needed a hard fuck to get over yourself.\"\n\nHe enjoyed her mouth for several minutes, loving the feeling of her slack tongue rubbing along his length as he pushed past it. Soon, he was panting again, thrusting harder. He gripped her throat hard with both hands, her broken neck making a few clicking sounds as he started to ram forward harder. \"Fuck... have your fucking breakfast!\" He clenched his jaw and groaned as a second orgasm struck, his balls straining as they completely drained themselves to shoot another large load into her, this time down her throat. He thrust a few more times, then pulled back enough so he could shoot several more blasts into her mouth. Then he pulled out entirely, letting the last few shots land on her face. \"Ahhhh... that's the look you needed.\" He rubbed his shaft to work out the last few shots.\n\nWhen he finally stopped cumming, he sat back, panting heavily. His cock kept twitching, the tip still drooling as the length slowly started to deflate. \"Yeah... definitely need to see if you have a cute piece of ass waiting for you at home. Probably some little mouse or squirrel cunt or something, right? You seem like the kinda girl that would prefer the little rodents. Or maybe a doe?\" He took several minutes to catch his breath. \"Alright. I should get dressed and get outta here before someone comes in to actually work out.\"\n\nHe retrieved his shorts and shirt, pulling them both back on. He then got his phone from a bag he'd left near the front door, using it to take several pictures of the dead opossum. He especially got some close up pictures of her cum-drooling cunt and mouth, and her perky breasts. He probably should have glazed those tits while he had the chance, but his balls ached from cumming twice so close together. If he had more time, he'd totally use those for a titfuck, but he didn't want to hang around too much longer. He stuffed the phone back into his bag. He'd upload the pictures later once he got home. Then he did want to check if Riley had a girlfriend. Right now, it was just his personal fantasy. But if she did, and the girl was cute, he would probably follow through on his word and give her a hard rape. Cute ones weren't as fun as the muscular cunts, but he did still have his fun with them. And it was only fair to give someone's significant other the same hard fucking. Whether they wanted it or not. Or survived it or not.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Fight Therapy

By XP Author


Her fist struck with a loud THWUMP, followed by a kick, and then the back of her fist. She backed up a pace, then thrust her fist forward again, connecting with another loud thud. She punched three more times, each hitting center mass. Her opponent, a weighted bag hanging from the ceiling, swung slightly from the blows. She lifted her leg and kicked again, slamming her foot into it first low, then mid, then high. Before she was finished putting her foot down, she shifted her weight forward to slam her elbow into the bag, twirled about, and slammed another back-fisted hammer blow into the thing.

The gym was dark, only a few lights on around the training bag. Riley was the only one there right now, which made sense as it was only a little after four in the morning, and the gym was technically closed. Though the owner of Boris' Gym, the titular bear Boris, never locked the place up. He had the mindset that if someone wanted to train, no matter the time, they had the right. And he was well known with the locals. If someone tried to rob the place, word would get around quickly and they would be dealt with. The gym was something of a safe haven within the otherwise unsafe slums that were the lower westside of Alta Ferro.

The muscular opossum often trained so early, and would only just be finishing when anyone would normally come in hours later. She preferred the solitude. She could work out her aggression without the risk of lashing out. And she had a lot of aggression. She always had. She had no idea where her anger issues came from, but it had been a problem ever since she was a child. She had gotten into fights often as a kid, starting most of them, and winning a fair few. She had done a run in juvie when she knocked an older kid's lights out and broke his nose and several ribs. As an adult, she had done something similar, only this time the opponent was left in the hospital for three months, and she was left in prison for eighteen months for assault in the second degree. It would have three, but she got out early for good behavior.

Now, a 25 year old ex-con, she had dedicated herself to helping other people deal with their aggression here at this very gym. Though it took a lot of self control when teaching someone how to box to not lose herself in her own aggression. Most of the teens that came through just needed an outlet, not a bloody nose. Though sometimes they needed one of those, too. Especially the cocky males that thought they could take her just because they were a few inches taller and had a cock between their legs. Being tossed across the ring a few times usually put them in their place pretty quickly.

After another flurry of punches, she took a step back and readied herself for another. The clapping from the front doorway made her pause. She looked up to see a tall and muscular tiger grinning at her. She knew that look. She was already counting down the seconds to him hitting on her. She let out a breath, lowering her stance and moving to a bench to grab her water bottle and a sweat towel. "We're closed."

The man shrugged. "I thought Boris' was always open, even when it's closed."

She grunted. "Just letting you know not to expect a spotter if you're going to work out." She motioned to the weights against one wall. "But go ahead and knock yourself out. Just don't complain if you do it literally."

The man grinned wider as he stepped closer. He was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt and a pair of what looked like track shorts. "What if I'm here for boxing lessons? I hear this place has a really great teacher."

Riley frowned at him. "Like I said. We're closed. So you'll have to come back in a few hours for those." She looked him up and down. He was pretty well built, and she guessed handsome, but she wasn't really a good judge of male attractiveness. "And your own gear if you have it. We rent gloves and helmets, but you'll need your own mouth guard. Health code stuff." She took another gulp of water and set it down, returning to her workout with the bag.

The man walked closer, but just crossed his arms and leaned against a pillar as he watched her work. "You've got good power, and your form is pretty good." She tried to ignore him as she landed another trio of punches. "But it looks a little sloppy. Not as much power behind those punches as you could-"

She slammed her fist into the bag so hard it swung wide. She stepped away from it to let it swing behind her as she walked over to him, her thick tail thrashing behind her. "Look, whoever you are! You can work out, or you can watch, but do it silently! I don't need some rando off the street coming in here and giving me pointers and criticism!" She clenched her hands so tight, the athletic tape on them creaked a little. It took all she had to not bodily throw the man out the front door.

He tilted his head and looked at the bag as it swung. "That's more like it. You should get a bag that attaches to the ceiling and floor. That way you don't need to hold back so much." He looked back at her, his grin growing. "Or you need the right partner to help you blow off some steam."

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, though it did little to calm her. "I'll talk to Boris about the bag, but I can assure you, even if I was looking for a partner, you are not my type."

"What is your type?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Female."

He chuckled. "Ah. Well, worry not, my lovely lesbian friend, that wasn't what I was talking about." He tilted his head. "Well, maybe a little, but not the main point. I meant a partner in the ring." He hooked his thumb at the old boxing ring in the center of the gym. "Someone who can keep up with you and give you a real fight."

She actually laughed. "I'm not your friend. And I doubt you could 'keep up' with me, as you put it." She shook her head and walked back to the bag. "And even if you were, I'm not allowed to actually fight someone. It's against my parole."

"Ex-con, huh? Well, that's fine. So am I." He stood up straighter. "Going to guess yours was assault and battery?" She was trying to ignore him again. "No, you don't seem the battery type. Just assault, right?" She struck the bag again. "Mine was a bit more mundane. Armed robbery. Didn't even have a gun, but apparently pretended like you do still gets you that charge. Ironically, learned how to actually fight while in the joi-"

"Look, I don't care." She turned to look at him. "I didn't ask for your life story, tiger."

"Kyle."

She waved her hand dismissively. "Kyle, whatever, I don't care. You did time? So did a lot of other people. It's not something I brag about. If you must know, I put someone in the hospital, someone who wouldn't take no for an answer, I went to prison for it. I served my time, now I help keep teens with anger issues from doing the same thing. That's my story. Now, go lift weights or whatever the hells you came here for, or fuck off. Either way, leave me alone!"

He crossed his arms. "See, thing is, I came for you." She gave him a sidelong glare. "Not like that. I came to fight you. I know you said it's a breach of parole, but as long as I don't report it, then no one will know. Besides, I can see the anger still in you."

"Yeah, can't imagine what's causing that." She spat the words at him.

"And I don't think there's any amount of hitting that bag that will help you. Not really. You need a person to hit." He grinned again. "And who better than some big guy who thinks he can take you, eh?"

She sighed heavily. "You want me to give you a bloody nose? Is that it? You here to give me some kind of fight-therapy?"

He shrugged. "Nothing so wholesome. I just heard that the boxing instructor here is a buff bitch that throws a mean punch."

"And kicks. It's MMA style."

He shook his head. "MMA is mostly grapples and usually pretty boring. This is street brawling with rules. No biting, no hits to the groin, and stop when your opponent taps out or doesn't get up." He stepped over to the ring. "C'mon, you know you wanna punch me in the face a few times."

She chuckled. "You have no idea."

"Then do it. Climb into the ring with me and go a round or two." He tilted his head. "This isn't me just shifting how I'm hitting on you." He held up a hand with only three fingers up. "Scouts honor."

"You don't strike me as a boy scout."

He shook his head. "Yeah, I don't think they have an armed robbery badge." He chuckled. "Not that I would have gotten it anyway, since I got caught." As he got to the ring, he climbed under the ropes to get into it. "So. How about it?" He held his arms out. "Few rounds with someone that can take a punch. And kick. Promise I don't have a glass jaw."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Fine. If you're so determined to limp your way out of here, then I'll bust your lip open for you." She stepped over to her stuff, picking up her water, and a roll of athletic tape. She took a sip from the water while throwing the tape at him. He managed to catch it. "Here. You probably want to do this without gloves, so wrap those claws in this." He chuckled as he started to wrap his hands. "And get those shoes off. You're not allowed to wear them in the ring."

"Yes ma'am." He kicked his sneakers off, and started to wrap tape around his feet, much like hers were.

"Riley." She walked over, rolling her shoulders a little. She was pretty warmed up, but it was always good to keep limber. She didn't bother changing her clothing, leaving her in the tight, blue sports top that kept her ample chest secure. Her shorts were fine enough, too. It left most of her muscular body exposed, coarse off-white fur doing nothing to hide the tone in her abs, legs, and arms. She climbed into the ring like he had. "Just don't start crying that you got beat up by a girl."

He finished wrapping his feet and hands, and tossed the tape away. "Oh, I won't." he pulled his baggy shirt up and off, revealing his own muscles to her. While not a body builder, he had the same clear musculature she did, along with a few scars from what looked like claws along his belly and arms. Maybe more than she did. He'd definitely seen some fighting in his time. He held his fists up in a stance far too sloppy to actually be as bad as it looked. "Whenever you're ready."

She raised her own fists up, dropping into the same stance she had been in at the bag. "Let's just get this over with." Kyle smiled, stepping to the side, his fists still up. "And stop with the act. I can tell you're trying to play dumb. I know a ringer when I see one."

"Fair enough." He slid his stance lower, steadying himself into what looked more like a martial arts style than boxing. Kung Fu or Tae Kwon Do, possibly Karate, she didn't really know the differences other than country of origin. She didn't much care, either. He slowly stepped to the side again, and she watched him, letting him play out whatever his little game was.

He suddenly slid forward, throwing a straight punch. She easily shifted to the side to avoid it, throwing her own hook in counter. To her surprise, he blocked it with his forearm, deflecting the blow away. She had to shift again to avoid his own counter punch. She saw the follow up coming, lifting her leg to block his keep with her shin. She threw her leg out a little to knock his away, and swung out her fist. It was the tiger's turn to have to shift out of the way, her hand passing his nose by the fur's length. He tried to kick again, and she blocked it with her other hand, trying to continue with an uppercut, but he bent backwards to avoid it. He kept going with the bend, flipping backwards, and trying to lash his foot out at her at the same time. She slid backwards to avoid taking it to the chin. He finished his back flip and put his hands up, still grinning wide.

She grunted. "Nimble fucker for a guy your size."

"I keep limber." He shifted his stance, one foot solidly on the ground while the front foot was light and up on toes. Another martial arts style. She bounced on her own toes a little, then suddenly shot forward. She expected his readied jab-like kick, and leaned into it so it only lightly struck her side. But she was up close now, and shot her fist forward, slamming into his chest. She followed with another punch, and he barely got his guard up to protect his chest and face as she landed three more hits on his forearms. Her leg came up to swing at his middle, but he suddenly ducked down, her leg swinging wide over his head. Before she had a chance to put her foot down, his own shot out, hooking behind her leg and pulling it out from under her. She suddenly slammed against the mat. She rolled to the side, expecting him to try and pin her or stomp down, but he just stood up and smiled. "My point."

She grunted as she pushed herself up to her feet again. "No scorekeeper here, dickweed."

He laughed. "True." This time, he dashed forward, slamming his shoulder against her. She took it, letting him push her back a step. She brought her hand down to hit his back, then her other up, fist connecting under his chin in an uppercut that forced him back. She didn't let up, following with a hard kick to his hip, another to his side, and one last to his head, sending him staggering to the side. She slid in and planted her fist into his gut hard, getting a pained grunt from him, only for it to be silenced as she smashed her fist into the side of his face again, sending him sprawling to the mat this time. It took a lot to stop herself from following and raining punches down on him.

He laughed, spitting to the side to see a bit of blood. "Nice! That's more like it!" He pulled himself up to his feet, shaking his head quickly. He could see the fury in her eyes, her aggression building. "That's the kind of shit I want from you!"

She didn't know what game this asshole was playing, but if he wanted to get beaten, then she would be happy to oblige. She moved forward again, unleashing another burst of violence in the form of rapid punches, most aimed at his chest, but some for his head. He blocked most of them, but she still got a few solid hits in on his chest and belly, and one across his face. She blocked or avoided a few of his own counters, pushing whatever advantage she had to keep him on the defensive. When his knee came up, she brought her elbow down to block it, then jammed it into his stomach.

He grabbed her wrist and turned, yanking her off balance, then stepped forward and ducked. He pushed his shoulder into her belly and suddenly lifted, flipping her up and over his back, only to let her crash down to the mat on her back. He had shifted his styles again, to something more akin to professional wrestling this time. He lifted his foot and dropped it in an axe kick that she only barely rolled out of the way of. She pushed herself up quickly, only for him to grab her short ponytail and yank her head back. His fist smashed into her face a moment later. When he swung for a second blow, she gripped his wrist and headbutted him, smashing her forehead into his nose. He rebounded, letting her hair go. She had never actually used a headbutt before, and it hurt a lot, but it was certainly effective.

Her teeth clenched in anger, she threw herself at him again, hitting his side and belly in fast strikes. His knee came up and jammed into her gut, her hand smacked against his thigh to send it away. Her elbow collided with his chest, and his fist struck her head. Then his leg came up and hit under her jaw hard enough that if her teeth had not already been clenched, she likely would have bitten into her tongue. It was still hard enough to lift her off of her feet, and she once more found herself sprawled out onto the mat. She tried to roll away, but wasn't fast enough this time. He dropped down, slamming his knee into the small of her back, just above the base of her tail. She cried out in pain, blood dripping out of her mouth from the hits to her face before.

Kyle panted heavily as he straddled her, his knees on either side of her hips, his rear planting down on her back. He reached around to grip her jaw, pulling back a little. "This was fun, Riley!"

"Get off me, asshole!" She hissed her words through grit teeth, trying to throw him off, slapping the mat and shoving upwards, but he had her pinned.

He laughed a little. "Nope!" He grunted as he had to shift his weight to stay on top of her as she started to really struggle. "I said I came for you. The fight was just the warm up."

"I don't care what you came for! Get off of me, you pri-" Her words were cut off as he suddenly wrenched her head to the side, a sickening crack echoing around the room. Her eyes went wide, her body jerking under him. He twisted the other way just as quickly, turning her head far more than it should, with another crunch as he completely snapped her neck. Her body jerked again, several shivers and trembles rippling through her powerful muscles. He let her head go, and it smacked against the mat with a thud. Only then did he finally shift off of her, sliding to the side to sit beside her, watching her body twitch and shiver. Her thick tail kept twitching and thumping against the ground. After a few seconds, most of the spasms stopped, but a muscle here or there would still quiver.

He winced, rubbing his ribs. "You were pretty good, slut. I'll give you that much. Got in some pretty good hits." He rubbed his jaw a little. "Some damn good hits." He pressed his foot against her side and shoved, rolling her over onto her back. She flopped over without resistance. Her head fell to the side, facing him. Her eyes were still wide in shock, but not staring at him, but through him, at nothing. There was no life within her yellow gaze. He reached out, gripping the bottom of her top, pulling it up to let her tits free of their confines. They bounced and wobbled atop her chest, jiggling when he gave one a hard slap. "Shouldn't hide these so much. Tits like these should be shown off."

He looked down at her hard, muscular body. "Fuck, to think you denied any man a body like this. Pretty selfish, don't you think?" He chuckled to himself, his dick getting hard within his shorts. "Well, I'm still going to fuck you, but at least I did you the kindness of killing you first. Can't be gay when you're fucking dead, can you?" He reached out and gripped the waist of her shorts, tugging them down her muscular legs, revealing her cunt to the air. He quirked an eyebrow as he saw it was damp. It didn't look or smell like she pissed herself when she died. "So, you really were a fight slut, huh? Get off on the violence? Bet you couldn't wait to finish our little bout so you could run off to the back and flick your bean in the showers." He rubbed his fingers against her damp slit. "Hey, I get it. Took a lot to keep myself from pointing a boner right at you the whole fight."

He reached down to tug his own shorts, letting his cock spring free. "Specifically, this boner." He tossed his shorts to the side, and moved to kneel between her legs. He rested his hand against her thigh, feeling a few twitches still rippling through the muscle. Wasn't uncommon for people to have those little shivers for a few minutes after dying, especially when their muscles were as active as hers were. A lot of energy stored in them to finish burning through. Just made it more interesting. He moved forward, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slit. "I wonder if you've ever had a man in here before? Probably a toy at least, right?" He lined himself up. "Let's find out."

He pushed forward, sliding his cock into her pussy. He let out a long moan as he slowly but steadily slid his whole length inside. "Mmm, well, didn't have to shove through anything to get inside at least." He moaned louder as his hips met hers, his balls pressed against her ass. "Fuck, but you are tight! If you weren't a fucking corpse, I bet you'd be able to squeeze my dick flat, wouldn't you?" He chuckled, reaching out to grip on of her ample tits, giving it a hard squeeze. "But you're just cooling meat now, so you'll have to take whatever I give you!"

He pulled back, thrusting forward again, slapping his hips against hers. He started with a slow but hard pace, making her whole body jostle with ever thrust. He got the treat of feeling her inner walls quiver a little, but it only lasted a moment. "Mph, that's it, you stupid slut, you're getting fucked by someone that beat you. Bet you never thought anyone ever would, huh? You fighter sluts never do." He started to thrust a little faster, his own tail swishing behind him. "I've killed a bunch of you idiots." He grunted as he leaned over, gripping both tits now. "Funny, I learned all about snuff only once I was in prison. Had an inmate that told me all about this great site called D-Gen. I'll be posting pictures of you on there later." He grunted again. "Only after I blast this tight cunt full of my spunk, though!"

He started to thrust harder and faster, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoing around the room. Even as she went slack and totally limp, her inner walls were still very tight. She definitely hadn't had much inside her before, at least not as deep as he was going. "Wonder if you have yourself a little girlfriend somewhere." He grinned as he reached up to turn her head to look up at him. "Bet you like the little frail things. Skinny little bitch with no tits? That's fine, I like those, too." He leaned down, his face close to hers. "Think I'll find out. And if you do, I'll go pay her a visit and rape her tiny cunt, too." He made a purring moan, his cock twitching inside of her as he thrust hard. "Maybe I'll let her taste my claws. I was kind and didn't use them on you, but I'd love to spill your girlfriend's blood all over your home."

He panted as he felt the pressure rising up. "Let's taste what you give her." He leaned down just a bit more, pressing his lips against her slack mouth, his tongue sliding into it, playing over her slack, lifeless one. He held onto the kiss as he started to hammer at her, feeling himself growing closer. He did nothing to hold it back. The fight had been edging enough, and he needed to fill her cunt. Gripping at her tits again, he hammered harder, his cock throbbing and pulsing, pushing deep over and over. He finally broke the kiss so he could let out a growling moan, his cock throbbing a few more times, and finally releasing his pent up lust into her. He gave her shot after shot of his hot spunk, pouring into her dead tunnel. "Fffffuck!" He moaned, his tail thrashing as he emptied himself into her.

His hips gave a few twitching thrusts as the last few shots blasted inside of her. "Ah... gods, that's what I needed!" He groaned and sat up, leaning back and pulling out, only to slap his cock against her. A few more little shots drooled out onto her fur. "Yeah, you were a real selfish bitch denying a cunt like this to males." He took several deep breaths, rubbing his shaft to work out a bit more of his jizz onto her. He was quite for a long moment, then tilted his head. "Hrm..." After a moment, he leaned over and crawled around her, until he was kneeling above her head. "Think you need a little more."

He gripped her head, tilting it back and pulling her jaw open. He pushed his cock into her mouth, closing it around his still hard shaft. He pushed deep, until he got it down her throat, then started to thrust again. "Yeah, just like this." He closed his eyes and fucked her face in slow but deep thrusts, enjoying the cooling tightness of her throat. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at her tits. They wobbled and bounced each time he thrust forward. Looking a little farther down, he just saw some of his cum leaking out of her cunt. "This is a good look for you." He moaned. "I bet if you'd gotten a good, hard dicking, you wouldn't have been such a bitch. I think you just needed a hard fuck to get over yourself."

He enjoyed her mouth for several minutes, loving the feeling of her slack tongue rubbing along his length as he pushed past it. Soon, he was panting again, thrusting harder. He gripped her throat hard with both hands, her broken neck making a few clicking sounds as he started to ram forward harder. "Fuck... have your fucking breakfast!" He clenched his jaw and groaned as a second orgasm struck, his balls straining as they completely drained themselves to shoot another large load into her, this time down her throat. He thrust a few more times, then pulled back enough so he could shoot several more blasts into her mouth. Then he pulled out entirely, letting the last few shots land on her face. "Ahhhh... that's the look you needed." He rubbed his shaft to work out the last few shots.

When he finally stopped cumming, he sat back, panting heavily. His cock kept twitching, the tip still drooling as the length slowly started to deflate. "Yeah... definitely need to see if you have a cute piece of ass waiting for you at home. Probably some little mouse or squirrel cunt or something, right? You seem like the kinda girl that would prefer the little rodents. Or maybe a doe?" He took several minutes to catch his breath. "Alright. I should get dressed and get outta here before someone comes in to actually work out."

He retrieved his shorts and shirt, pulling them both back on. He then got his phone from a bag he'd left near the front door, using it to take several pictures of the dead opossum. He especially got some close up pictures of her cum-drooling cunt and mouth, and her perky breasts. He probably should have glazed those tits while he had the chance, but his balls ached from cumming twice so close together. If he had more time, he'd totally use those for a titfuck, but he didn't want to hang around too much longer. He stuffed the phone back into his bag. He'd upload the pictures later once he got home. Then he did want to check if Riley had a girlfriend. Right now, it was just his personal fantasy. But if she did, and the girl was cute, he would probably follow through on his word and give her a hard rape. Cute ones weren't as fun as the muscular cunts, but he did still have his fun with them. And it was only fair to give someone's significant other the same hard fucking. Whether they wanted it or not. Or survived it or not.

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