Furry Warning

This story contains furry characters because why not. I know some people hate that stuff so I’m warning you with this fancy textbox!
Also the other warning is that this story is ridiculous.

Cockfighters

Monte felt the referee tie his hands behind his back as he eyed up the competition. Frank Middleton, an aging champion, stood proudly with his head held high and his white feathered chest puffed outwards. Monte’s feathers fluffed out as he saw Frank’s sharpened beak shine under the lights.

The referee wrapped his spurs as his trainer whispered to him: “He may be more experienced, but that’s just given us more time to examine his flaws. He hits hard, but he burns out fast. Don’t let him go for your neck, he’ll try to end things as quickly as possible.”

“I remember,” Monte said as the ref left to bind Frank. He thought for a moment of Frank’s white feathers getting coated in his red blood. His heart soared in his chest, but he worried it would crash. He turned to his trainer and said, “Thanks Mansfield. I know you really didn’t want to take me under your wing, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

Mansfield scoffed and put his winged arm around Monte’s shoulders. “Kid, I make bad choices sometimes, and turning you down the first time was one of them. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cock as good as you. Now stop the sap and man up, you’ve got something to do.”

Monte watched Mansfield walk out of the ring and looked back to Frank Middleton. Despite his arms being tied behind his back, Frank’s wings seemed to spread out wide behind him, much wider than Monte’s own wingspan. Part of him told himself that he was going to get his ass kicked. Frank Middleton may have lost his title to another cock, but he was still a champion.

Frank strutted at his end of the court, flapping his tied wings and fluffing out his feathers. Monte replied in kind, daring to add a squawk. The announcer, Omar Reed began, “What a great day for a fight folks, what a great day for a fight! Today we’re going to see Heavy Feather Frank Middleton, the holy cock himself, take on the newcomer, Monte Burke. Now if you missed yesterday’s fight, folks, you missed this small cock take out Randall Peeples in the sixth round. He’s a promising new cock, though I’m not sure if you’ll see much more of him after today. It’s Frank Middleton’s first fight of the month, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he uses this newbie to sharpen his talons.”

Monte tried to keep from shivering as he approached Frank, and they proceeded in the ceremony of bristling their feathers at each other and squawking menacingly. He was a head shorter than Frank, at least, and he saw his own small form in Frank’s brown eyes. Omar Reed continued, “We may not be able to see Burke bleeding through his pedestrian brown and black feathers, but maybe some will splattered onto Middleton so we can see the damage.”

“I’m going to make you bleed,” Frank quietly hissed so the crowd couldn’t hear.

Monte puffed out and felt the excitement pulse through him. Trash talking was his favourite part. “But your feathers are so nice and clean,” Monte replied, keeping his voice steady. “I’d hate to soil them with my blood. I bet your blood matches, at least.”

Frank snorted and scraped his talons into the dirt. Monte did the same, trying to keep his black eyes aligned with Frank’s eyes. Monte felt something warm throb in him as he stared and squawked at the big cock, but when the bell rang to begin the round and Frank charged at him, Monte found himself running instead of charging.

Randall was fast and wiry. Frank was fast, but every inch of him was muscle. He had a feeling that Frank jumping onto him would feel as if a brick wall had fallen onto him. He didn’t stop running until he saw the end of the ring, and he remembered if he stepped out, he would be disqualified. He heard Mansfield yelling at him from the sidelines, “Get in there!”

The sound came back around Monte. He could hear the sound of the announcer’s voice booming over the sound of his heartbeat., So Monte swallowed the knot in his throat and charged back at Frank. He thought he caught a bit of surprise in the cock’s eyes. He flapped his arms to rise slightly from the ground and made the first blow into Frank’s chest. Frank pecked against Monte’s neck, kinder than a bite, and dug his talons into Monte’s legs to bring him to his knees.

The round ended in favour of Frank. The ref pulled Frank and Monte apart, and they stood facing each other again. The strutted in a circle while they waited for Monte knew he wouldn’t run this time when the bell sounded, and his flapped his wings to try to gain air again.

But Frank expected it and pressed his talons into Monte’s legs. The pain and pressure forced Monte to his knees again and, wincing, Frank climbed atop of Monte, pulling out some of the brown and black feathers on his back with his beak while he scraped his talons into Monte’s back. Monte rolled over to claw at Frank’s bloodied chest, and he felt Frank peck into his chest fiercely in response. He found himself focussing on the ways their bodies collided against each other, the warm throb returning inside his body.

He didn’t notice that the round ended, and the ref pulled them apart again. Omar Reed announced that while Middleton won the round, their points were close, and Burke still had a good chance of winning. Both cocks puffed out at each other and scraped into the sand, eager for the next round to begin. When the bell rang, Monte charged at Frank again, but aimed low instead of high. He head-butted the clawed area on Frank’s chest, and he felt Frank buckle against him. Frank pulled at Monte’s hackle feathers with his beak, but Monte bit into Frank’s chest while his talons scraped against Frank’s legs.

Frank yelped and tried to kick Monte down. Monte held strong, twisting his beak into Frank’s wound. Frank buckled against him, and Monte clambered on top of him. Frank squawked and pecked at Monte’s chest, but Monte scraped his legs again and squawked back. Monte felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement, the heat pulsing in his cheeks. He wanted to keep scratching without. Frank tried kicking Monte off of him, causing Monte to slip with their two forms grinded against one another. Monte quivered and throbbed, watching Frank’s reaction with a dry mouth. He felt Frank press back against him, he felt Frank’s heat tease him.

And then Frank brought his talon up to Monte’s chest to kick him off of him. Monte grasped onto Frank’s neck with his beak to keep them twined together, but with his beak in Frank’s neck, the ref called the fight. Monte could hear the screeching and arguing from the crowd, but no matter how hard Frank tried to kick him off, he held on and simply dug his beak deeper into Frank’s neck.

As the ref separated them, Monte checked to see if his heat showed publically, but it kept itself under wraps. Monte stared to see if Frank showed any heat, and as his eyes rose to meet Frank’s, he saw the larger cock scowling at him. Monte hadn’t heard Omar Reed announce his victory, but everyone else had. The crowd cheered and booed around him, and Mansfield slapped his sore back and congratulated him.

Monte waited for Mansfield to confront his arousal, but his trainer hadn’t seemed to notice the way he relished in the way their bodies grinded against each other. He stared at Frank’s stained white feathers and the heat throbbed inside him as he realized he caused that damage. Monte exhaled, realizing that his special appeal to fighting was once again under wraps. He glanced at Frank getting untied on the other side of the ring and wondered if he found a kindred spirit.

Mansfield gave Monte the night off from training to celebrate, but Monte decided to stay at his hotel room and consider his thoughts instead. As he stretched out on his hotel bed and channel surfed, he considered how a fight had never aroused him to that extreme before. Certainly he enjoyed the sensation of bodies grinding against one another, but never to the point where he’d have to fear an erection being on display through his feathers.

He closed his eyes to recall the feeling of his and Frank’s feathers twining together. He thought about Frank’s excitement grinding against his own and, even though it only lasted for a moment, he exaggerated the scene in his mind to draw it out. He opened the nightstand drawer and took out his lubricant, dipping his fingers into it. He then lightly ran his fingers along his erection, thinking of Frank’s dick grinding against his own. He squeezed his eyes shut and suddenly jerked himself off roughly and mercilessly, feeling his ass rise from the bed as his body arched.

Monte stopped quickly, feeling himself throb and ache. He opened his eyes and thought for a moment about Frank and him rubbing their dicks together in the ring in front of the crowd. He felt a surge through him again, but a cold fear pressed against him as well. He wasn’t sure anyone wanted to see that.

There was a knock at his hotel room door. “Who is it?” Monte asked.

“Me.”

Monte frowned. “I don’t know who me is.”

“Fuck,” the gruff voice said. “It’s Frank Middleton.”

Monte stood up quickly and decided to use a pillow to cover his heat as he went to the door. He opened the door a crack and saw Frank’s big brown eyes looking down at him. Monte simply said, “What can I do for you, Frank?”

“I want a rematch,” Frank replied. “Right here, in private. No rules. No restrictions.”

“I can’t,” Monte said, eyeing up Frank from the crack in the door. “If I get seriously hurt, I won’t be able to fight the next round.”

“So you’re worried you’re gonna lose?”

Monte stiffened and frowned at Frank. He stared into his eyes and said, “No rules?”

“None,” Frank replied.

Frank smirked, and Monte wondered if Frank thought he feared the no rules because it meant he could be hurt. But Monte wanted the no rules. He’d hold Frank down and grind up against him. Maybe he’d even fuck him. He thought about Frank trying to pull away from him as he fucked him in the ass, and he offered a small smile.

So Monte opened the door to let Frank in. Frank closed the door behind him, then locked it for good measure. Monte saw Frank’s eyes crawling across him, and Monte tossed aside the pillow just to show off his heat. Part of him wanted to give Frank the opportunity to leave if he wanted to, but the other part of him wanted to hold him down if he tried to leave and fuck him anyway.

But Frank made no move to leave. Frank said, “You ready?”

Monte simply nodded, and then he saw Frank charge at him. Monte braced himself as Frank’s body collided with his. Monte dug his talons into the motel carpeting and pressed back against Frank. He felt Frank’s arms grasping his own and he struggled, forgetting that he could have used his arms. Frank’s beak tore into his chest, and Monte scraped his talons against Monte’s spindly legs.

Monte found Frank’s arms weaken for a moment, and Monte pushed his arms off of him to grab at his hackle. He managed to throw all of his weight onto Frank and pinned him to the ground again. He saw his smirking reflection in Frank’s brown eyes and felt him squirming against him. With only Frank’s eyes on him, he grinded his body against Frank’s. But with Frank’s arms free, he grabbed Monte by the wrists, and he watched Monte squawk and squirm on top of him with a smile. Monte gasped as Frank used his free hand to tease Monte’s erection with his fingers. Monte tried to pull his hands free, but Frank tightened his grip on them and rubbed his erection against Monte’s.

Frank squeezed both dicks in his hand, grinding their hips together as he rubbed their erections together. Monte moved his hips in time with Frank’s jerks, feeling Frank’s grip on his arms weakening. He watched the way Frank’s eyes rolled back as he bucked against him, and he found himself hating Frank’s slow pace. He pulled his hands free and swatted Frank off of him.

Before Frank could stand or try to regain control, Monte firmly gripped the feathers on Frank’s chest and turned him over. Frank tried to pull away, but Monte grabbed Frank’s tail feather to pull him back against him. He grinded against Frank’s backside and felt his chest puff out. Monte stared at the cock he pinned and said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to strut in the area for a month.”

Frank snorted and said, “You probably couldn’t even get it in.”

“If you don’t have me the lube, you’ll feel it rip into you.”

He felt Frank stiffen against him, and Monte tightened his grip on Frank’s tail. Frank leaned forward to grab the jar of lube from the nightstand and tossed it behind him. Monte slathered it onto his erection again and then pressed his finger into Frank’s ass. He pumped it in and out slowly, feeling the way Frank’s body stiffened and tightened against him. He moved the finger faster and slid another one in, pulling Frank’s body back against them.

Monte felt himself throbbing adamantly, the heat causing knots inside of his body. So he pulled his fingers out and pressed his cock in, relishing in the way Frank tightened around him. Frank tried to stifle a groan, and Monte watched the way Frank grasped the nightstand to keep himself steady. Monte pulled Frank back against him as he pounded deeper inside of him. When Frank bucked back, Monte gasped, and he felt Frank’s spurs dig into his legs as they grinded against each other.

As Monte tried to slam deeper with every pump, he found it harder and harder to keep from groaning. Their breaths grew heavy and quick, and Monte found himself slowing down as Frank began roughly pressing back against Monte. Monte gasped, “You love getting beaten, don’t you?” And when Frank failed to even groan in reply, Monte continued, “You love getting fucked by your challenger.” Frank still failed to reply, and Monte frowned. “Tell me how strong I am,” Monte said. “Tell me how I overpower you.”

But Frank held his tongue, keeping all of his groans inside of him. Monte closed his mouth and simply pulled back to slam deep into Frank. He could feel his peak reaching as he spilled into Frank. Grunting, he kept pumping in and out of him, feeling the way Frank’s body responded against his own. His eyes rolled back as Frank’s spurs dug deeper into his legs. The pain mingled pleasingly with the numbing pleasure, and as Monte slammed into Frank, he came with a groan inside of him.

Frank tried to pull away, but Monte held him for a moment, grinding weakly against him. Then he released Frank who pulled swiftly away. “Now who’s the stronger man?” Frank asked, scraping his talons into the carpet. “I bet you can’t even get off on a hen like a normal man.”

Monte felt the frustration raise in him though his strength stayed weak. He spat, “Well I bet you can’t either.”

But Frank ruffled Monte’s hackle and strutted to the doorway, his erection prominently poking out of his feathers. He said, “Well, I guess I’ll find out in a few minutes.”

And he left the room with a smirk on his beak. As Monte’s frustration knotted inside of him, he picked up the weights on the hotel room floor. Next time, he wouldn’t let Frank win so easily.
 

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