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In the big city, there is much adventure to be had, and there is many riches to be made. But in the underbelly, there is less glamor and more grime. This is the jungle where Tobias lives. The feline had been working various jobs for many years, and many of them had the least stellar of reputations. But he doesn’t mind that, not one bit. In fact, the dirtier the job, the better.

Which is why babysitting for a briefcase in an abandoned old theater was not his cup of coffee. Tobias sits in a wooden chair, arms crossed over his barrel chest, staring at the object with equal parts duty and disdain. He scratches at his arms and his shoulders, his claws digging at the material in his boots. Things could not get any more boring than being alone and staring at a stupid locked box.

But having just one lone guard for something so valuable? Well, if someone with the inclination to steal things were to find out about such an open object, then that would be quite the ripe target, indeed. And thus, a shadowy figure watches from the upper balcony, tiptoeing past old chairs as he makes his way through rows of seats. He grabs onto the edge and peers downward toward the stage, where the tiger sits, sneering in delight at the sight before him.

One guard? That’s just like the rumors were saying. He’s surprised no one else is here. Getting the drop on the guard and then grabbing the case would be easy enough. The cat looks old enough with some grays in his fur, even though he is probably twice the thief’s weight.

It’s settled then: The thief leaps off of the balcony, going in for a flying kick at the unsuspecting cat.

But the cat isn’t unsuspecting at all. His ears twitch and he spins around, grabbing his chair and throwing it in the direction of the falling thief.

The hybrid creature sees the chair, but can’t stop his fall, instead he kicks against it and hops backward, spinning and landing on his feet and hands, his tail and ears perked up.

He dresses in a tight outfit, showing off his pronounced chest and his curvy hips. His claws scratch against the ground and his red highlights and purple outfit give him away.

“Well, well, well,” says the older feline, cracking his knuckles as he looks to the intruder. “Looks like I caught myself a little thief… a little Violet Thief, that is.”

The Violet Thief leaps up, hands on his hips, chin up. “Oh, so you know who I am just by looking at me? I guess my reputation has become quite… re-Mark-able indeed!”

Hopping off the stage to get into the orchastra pit with the thief, the guard rolls his shoulders. “When you advertise yourself and that ass of yours wherever you go, it’s not hard to get a reputation, even if it isn’t he reputation that you want.”

Mark, the Violet Thief, looks over his shoudler and moves his tail out of the way, looking at the underwear underneath his chaps. “What’s the matter with my ass?”

“Oh, nothing at all. It’s perfectly fine. In fact, I might just take it for myself after I beat you senseless.”

“Senseless, me? Nah, I’m full of senses!” Mark says, holding a hand out and curling his fingers inward. “Come and see for yourself!”

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Tobias says, cracking his knuckles. He rolls his vest off of his chest, letting it fall to the floor and then he rushes forward, going in for a claw swipe at the Violet Thief.

Mark leans back, standing on his toes, the bell on his collar dinging. He then kicks up in retaliation, hitting Tobias on the chin, sending the feline’s head snapping back. Mark leaps hops back on his toes, then plants his foot and lands with one leg still up in the air, ready to move.

Tobias grunts, rubbing his chin and rushing in, going in for another swipe. This time, Mark swings a kick to the cat’s side, but Tobias is quick himself, blocking the blow and jabbing at the fox cat’s face!

Mark yelps and falls back, hitting against the wall of the orchestra pit, shaking his head as Tobias comes in with another swipe. This time, Mark dips down, bending his knees and then pouncing back up, thrusting his elbow into the feline’s stomach. His elbow sinks in, but it’s not very deep. In fact, it’s like a wall there.

Tobias smirks down at Mark, throwing his own elbow down, striking the Violet Thief in the back of the head, sending him sprawling onto the ground.

“Well, that’s not very fun at all,” says the cat, shaking his arm. “I thought you’d last longer than that. But I suppose I could still have some fun with you some other way, right?” He squats down before the thief and says “You ever stop to wonder why they only had one guy guard this case? It’s because they only needed the one and-urk!”

Such flexibility is on display as Mark’s legs lift up and his feet grab onto Tobias’s cheeks. The Violet Thief lifts the heavy cat and slams him into the ground behind him, pulling himself up to his knees and rubbing the back of his head.

“Damn, that was a hard blow, but I can go harder!”

Suddenly, a white hot pain hits Mark in the back as a claw digs deep into his back by his shoulder blades. Tobias picks himself up, wrapping his free arm around Mark’s throat, getting him in a choke hold. “You don’t get to be my age without knowing how to take a few blows, pup. Now, time to go nighty night” he says, squeezing tight against the fox cat’s throat. “Or I’ll bleed you out, and that will be such a horrible, horrible waste.”

Mark clenches his teeth, caught in the claws of the furious feline behind him. He squirms, but that only makes his back burn harder as the pain from the claws imbedded into his flesh continues. “D… damn it,” he groans through his tightneed throat, that massive muscle of an arm tied tight around his throat. “Y… you’re really gonna end the fight like this?” the foxcat says. “It was just, nngh, getting good!”

Tobias licks his lips when he hears those words, his whiskers flicking, hsi ears twitching. “Well, you got a point, don’t ya? We could keep going, but not here. Not now!” He grips harder on Mark’s throat, pulling his embedded claws out from Mark’s back, blood dripping from them, oozing down the fox cat’s back and plopping onto the floor of the orchestra pit. “How about we take this somewhere else. When I’m not on the clock?”

“H… how are you gonna, gah!?”

Before Mark could even register it, the tiger slams his fist against Mark’s temple, sending stars into the Violet Thief’s vision. The feline lets go of him, and Mark stumbles forward, babbling incoherently and then falling to his knees. “Guuuh….”

“Nighty night” says the large cat. “When you wake up, you’d better prepare for the fight of your life.”

Mark collapses onto the ground, knocked out and out of the way. Tobias steps up to him, squatting before the unconscious figure and snaps his fingers in front of him. He then jabs towards Mark’s eyes. Not a single flinch.

“Good. Now, back to the job,” the feline growls, plopping back onto his chair and then whistling as he waits for the shift to end.

* * *

Mark groans, stirring. His back hurts and his head hurts, and his face hurts. But he pushes himself up, hands digging into the dirt floor. He blinks and shakes his head, trying to reconcile the situation. There shouldn’t be dirt here. Not where he was fighting. But wait, was he still fighting? Where is he?”

His tattered top falls over his shoulders and his arms and he stands up, his chest exposed, perky tits in the air—and such clean air it is. The Violet thief pulls his top back over himself and holds it in place as he walks through the small room he is in. Light seeps out from between logs—is he in a cabin? He sniffs the air. There’s something roasting outside. He gulps, and then he pulls himself up against the wall, peering out to see what it is he’s gotten himself into.

Sitting in front of a fire is his opponent from earlier, his back facing the cabin and working on a fire. His tail swishes back and forth and his ears twitch, and he looks over his shoulder.

Mark squeaks and slams against the wall beside the window, hands against it as well, his top falling off over his shoulders again. “Oh dang!” he whispers to himself. “I’ve been… I’ve been kidnapped!” He ponders quickly where he could have been. If he was knocked unconscious, which his head tells him is the case, it couldn’t have been too far. There’s a park in the center of town and a forest outside of it. It must be the park. There’s now way that that madman could have smuggled him out of the city, right? That means he could run through the woods and eventually find an exit… but the park is still very big.

Maybe he could scream for help?

But then he’d have to reveal himself to whomever rescued him.

Or maybe he could—ah!

The door slams open and filling out the doorway is Tobias. The brown tiger narrows his eyes as he looks at the smaller fox cat standing there, only to then spread his mouth in a smile. “Well, welcome back to the world of the living! You ready to continue?”

“Cuh-continue!?” Mark gasps, covering his chest with crossed arms. “Are you insane? You abducted me!”

“Yeah, and I would have done worse if you didn’t say you wanted to continue the fight.”

“Did I say that? I mean, I guess I kinda did, but I didn’t think—eep!”

Tobias slams his fist against the wall, snarling. “The highlight of my night last night was throwin’ hands with ya. And I took all the trouble of using my day off to bring ya out here so we can really finish this, proper like, got it?”

Mark gulps. “Well, that’s very considerate of you, mister big cat, sir.”

“Please, it’s Tobias,” he says. “Or you could just think of me as the guy who is gonna kick your ass.”

Mark blushes a little, closing his eyes and waving off the feline. “Oh, well, haha, I don’t know

about you kicking my ass. It probbaly woudln’t be very fun to fight someone who isn’t very good at fighting and ah!”

Tobias slams his hand on the wall right by Mark’s face and leans in, his breath hot and heavy as he leans in, narroiwng his eyes. “That fight we had last night proved otherwise. BUt you were busy trying to get that case and I was busy trying to protect it. Out here it’s just you and me. No distractionss. No rules. Just trading bloody blows until the other can’t fight no more. And when I’m done,” he says, licking his lips. “I think I’ll take you as a prize.”

Mark’s ears flop downward. “Mew…? What me?”

“That’s right,” says Tobias, growling, a purr rising up in his chest. “That fight we had last night—it was the hottest thing I experienced in such a long, fuckin’ time.”

Mark stares at the larger feline, his jaw dropping. He searches the older male’s face for any sign, but there is nothing but sincerity… and bloodlust… in those eyes.

“A no-holds-barred fight in the middle of nowhere against a stranger who beat me up and kidnapped me? And what prize do I get when I win?”

Tobias snorts. “Well, if you can manage to beat me to the point where I can’t do anything about it, you get to take whatever the fuck you want from me.”

“I see,” says Mark. He steps past the feline and out to the open air. There, he lets the wind blow through his topless fur as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Clenching his fists, he can’t help but grit his teeth. “Let’s go.”

Tobias shrugs off his vest and steps outside, his clawed feet stepping onto the grass and facing away from the building.

Mark turns around to face him, his claws ready, one foot up in the air, ready for what’s to come.

The wind blows between the two of them, flickering the cooking fire. The stew inside bubbles over, and at that, the two rush forward at each other.

Tobias is the first to swing a massive paw at Mark, but Mark dips down under him and leaps up with a uppercut that sends the larger feline stumbling back. The Violet Thief follows this up with a spinning kick, his large foot booting the tiger in the chest, and sending him stumbling more. The fox cat rushes forward, yowling as he goes in with swipes of his own, but Tobias lifts a meaty arm and catches the claw, which digs into his flesh, letting crimson seep out from within him.

“First blood. Not bad, kid.”

“Who ya calling ‘kid”? Mark asks. I’m older than I look!”

With that, he flips forward, his heel crashing down onto Tobias’s skull, sending him falling forward into the ground, but Tobias swipes and grabs Mark’s ankle, pulling him down and knocking him to the ground on his back.

Tobias climbs up, clawing his way along the dirt and going in for a punch straight at the fox cat’s chest, but Mark grabs that big paw in both hands, gritting his teeth, his eyes slitting and his hackles raised. That’s when Mark raises his knee right into Tobias’s crotch, sending stars through the larger male’s vision, making him collapses on his side.

Mark leaps up and leaps back, his tail flicking, licking his lips. “There’s more of that where that came from!” Mark says, beckoning Tobias with a curling of his fingers.

Tobias chuckles, pushing himself up, his grin wide, though he begins to bruise. “Well, aren;’t you full of surprises? I knew you had a killer instinct within you.”

“I just haven’t met the right guy to let it out,” Mark says.

“That right?” Tobias dusts off his shoulders, and then he leaps forward, swiping with greater speed than he had done ever before! With a squealch and a scream, fur and flesh tears, and blood splatters on the grass. Mark stumbles back, holding onto his chest and abdomen. His arms stain red with blood that spurts and dribbles down him, his whole body shaking, his mouth drooling the precious life fluid.

“And yet, here you are, spoiled already.” The larger male shrugs. He reaches down and undoes his belt. “Go ahead and collapse. Preferably back so I can watch ya as I fuck the fight out of you.”

Mark coughs, stumbling backward. He wheezes, his eyes shaking as he stares at Tobias. “Y…. You…”

Tobias stands there with his pants unbuttoned, grumbling and stomping forward. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re still standing? Don’t tell me your’e gonna try to die on me before I get to have my way with you. A deal’s a deal, remember? And I want to claim my prize”

“W…. When you win…” Mark groans out hoarsly.”

“That’s right,” Tobias says, looming over Mark. “And I’m pretty sure I just won, don’t you agree?”

Mark’s lips quiver. Those poor things are so pale, but they quirk up into a smile, and suddenly, those bloodied hands that were covering his stomach reach up and grab Tobias’s ears, digging into him and yanking him down so that he gets cracked right on the jaw with Mark’s knee!

Blood rises up from the Tiger’s busted lip, and he blinks, confused, but unable to comprehend what’s next when a fist comes crashing down on his nose, sending him to his back.

“You know, you really should choose your victims better,” says Mark, stepping up and standing with a heart-stamped foot on the tiger’s chest. “After all, you’ll never know when you’ve found a real monster.”

Tobias spits, a tooth plopping to the ground in a wad of blood, and he snarls up at Mark. “You… you’re not…”

“That’s right,” Mark says, holding his hands outstretched. Where there was once a terrible gash that had threatened his life, ther is now pristine fur. “I’m quite remarkable.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!” Tobias reaches up, but Mark stomps that wrist, squatting down, smirking like the little shit that he is. “You know, handsome,” he begins, tracing a finger along Tobias’s chest. “In all my years of living, I’ve had to do one thing—I had to be how I felt people wanted me to feel, do what people thought I should do, but there are parts of me that teh world has never seen. Even though I was a thief, I never showed my claws, but here with you, I can be that side of me, and you know what that’s made me realize, hm?”

Tobias spits, hitting Mark on the cheek. The fox cat presses his thumb to the wad and then wipes it, bringing it to his lips and sucking the finger. When he pulls it out, he then reaches down and pats Tobias on the cheek. “You bringing me out here for a little fight… it’s the hottest thing thing I’ve experienced in a long, long time.”

Mark sits on top of Tobias, smirking down at the downed feline before him. “So,” the Fox-Cat continues, wiggling his butt as he sits there, “I’m going to take my winnings now, thank-you-very-much.”

“You think I’m down for the count!?” Tobias roars. With that, he reaches for Mark with his free hand, his claws grasping, but a large foot slams down on his wrist, claws gripping at him, pinning him down.

Tutting the bigger male, the fox-cat purrs playfully, poking the tiger on the nose with a playful “boop!” before he finally leaps up and off of Tobias, hopping back and putting up his claws again. “Gee, I didn’t realize you had a humiliation fetish, buddy. Guess I’m not too old to learn a few tricks.”

Tobias leaps up, his pants falling down to his knees. Beneath, he wears nothing, and the large barbed member dangles between his legs. Huffing and snarling, he steps out of those pants, kicking them aside and stands naked before his opponent. “I don’t care how old you are, and the fact that you can heal quick only makes tearing you apart all the more exciting!”

Mark blushes, biting his lip, eyes locked between the cat’s legs. Tobias takes advantage of that momentary lapse to grab for the fox-cat’s throat, but Mark dips down and elbows the cat in the chest, leaping to the side and down to the ground. He sweeps at the tiger’s leg, but Tobias leaps out of the way himself, landing on his hands and feet, his tail swishing, his eyes focusing.

“I’m not going to be so easy to take down a second time,” Tobias growls. “You lost your chance when you let me get back up.” He rubs his chest and chuckles. “Guess you and I aren’t so different, after all. You want a good fight, just as much as I do, don’t yo-gaah!”

Mark rushes in, throwing a series of punches and kicks, aimed at the tiger’s side and his chest, forcing Tobias to go on the defensive and to step back, his muscled body tanking so many hits from the smaller male, but it’s not just the impacts that are affectig him, for Mark has his claws out too, and his scratches dig deep, burning red, making blood rise up.

When Tobias swings back in retaliation, slashing at the smaller male’s face, he makes direct contact, his claws burying deep into the side of Mark’s head. The femmy guy’s eyes go hazy as his head tilts, blood dripping down the sides as the hand embedded itself into him.

Tobias pauses, his chest rising and falling. “Damn, you’re squishy. Guess I don’t know my own, guaaah!”

A knee rises up and hits him straight in the balls, sending searing, numbing pain through Tobias’s body, knocking him down to his knees with his hands ccovering his crotch.

Meeanwhile, the bloody head of Mark rights itself and his vacant stare turns into a triumphant smirk. “Come on, you didn’t think that would actually kill me, did you? Besides, I thought you were after my boy butt!”

Mark spins, his foot colliding with Tobias’s head, sending him falling down to the side. What follows is a series of kicks to the tiger’s side while he’s down, manic laughter filling the air as Mark goes for it. “Damn, you know what? This really is fun. I’d never do this to anyone else, but you’re special, Toby!”

Tobias snarls and grabs the femme’s ankle, yanking him down onto his back. The tiger climbs atop of him, grabbing him by the shoulders and opening his maw wide. When he chomps down on Mark’s neck and shoulder, the fox-cat’s eyes roll back and out from his mouth comes a high, femmy moan.

The tiger blinks, his mouth still firmly attached to the femboy, only for Mark to wrap his arms around Tobias, digging his claws into the tiger’s shoulder blades, his hips pushing up against Tobias’s, the arousal in the femmy fox brat all-too-apparent.

Tobias’s brows furrow and he grabs down between Mark’s legs. He won’t be needing his clothes with what they’re doing, and so the tiger tears them off, tossing the shreds aside.

“Hey, you’d better pay for those you big mean-aaah!?”

Another bite to the other side of his neck gives Mark pause, and Tobias rolls his shoulders, pushing himself up, his larger cock pressing against Mark’s. The tiger wraps his hand around the two shafts and narrows his gaze, staring down at the fox-cat. He says nothing, instead opting to just snort and huff as he strokes the two things in his paw, the blood trickling down his shoulder.

“Ha… hey… I thought we were gonna… go until someone won…” Mark says.

Sneering, Tobias rocks his hips forward, rubbing that barbed thing along Mark’s length. He pushes fast and hard, grunting as he frots the femboy.

“Ah. Ah.. He-hey s-stop that! Take this, hm, seriously!”

“Like you are?” grunts the larger male, leaning in, his fuzzy, strong chest rubbing against the soft round chest of the femboy as his hips thrust so fast and hard, they send the smaller male into a gasping fit of cute squeaks.

“I’m winning this… because you want a real man on you and in you!” Tobias says, his voice gruff and his breath hot, his teeth dyed crimson from Mark’s blood.

All Mark can do is hold on as he’s being pounded against, the feeling of the two meats rubbing together with such ferocious activity makes him lose all control and all sense.

And so, that’s how the two of them finished their fight, rutting on the ground, like the animals that they are.

Underneath Tobias, Mark looks up to the tiger with a look in his eye that Tobias had not seen before. There is a lust in there as the smaller male lies under the larger one, mouth parted and hot breaths panting out from him. “Is… is that all you got?” Mark asks, licking his lips and pushing his hips up against the tiger, rutting right back at him. “How about you take my ass, huh?”

Tobias grunts, slowing down, hovering over Mark, pinning him down. “What the hell?” the feline growls. “That’s what I was gonna do anyway when I kicked your ass!”

“Yeah, but you aren’t taking it from me if I’m giving it to you willingly.” Mark says, fluttering his eyes.

Growling, the tiger pulls himself back and tears off the remainder of Mark’s clothing, tossing the shreds aside. He then grabs the feminine guy’s legs by the ankles and spreads him apart. “That’s the way you want to play it, is it? Well, that’s fine by me!” He grabs the fox-cat’s ass and spreads him out, leaning in close to that puckered hole and spitting right onto it. With a thick finger, the feline pushes inside, rolling his digit around inside Mark’s hole.

Mark pushes his busty chest up, gasping, and sighing in delight. “Ho… how’s it feel, Toby? Getting to fuck me but doing it because I asked?”

“You’ll see soon enough!” Tobias responds, pulling his finger out with a POP and then grabbing his barbed cock. He positions himself to fit into that hole and with a grunt, he pushes in, sliding deep into Mark’s bussy, the barbs scratching at the femboy’s insides.

Mark yowls and squirms, curling his toes thrashes around, though his eyes roll back as he gasps out in a higher and higher cry. He latches his legs around Tobias’s waist, his arms wrapping around the tiger’s shoulders, gripping tightly, digging in. “Now that you’re in, you can’t pull out until you’re done!” Mark says, his tail swishing under him.

“I’m the one on top here!” Tobias says, grabbing the smaller male by the cheek and thrusting him back down against the ground.

Through his cheeks are squished and he’s half-buried in the dirt, Mark can’t help but giggle in response. “Yeah, okay, buddy.”

“That’s it!” Tobias yells, and he thrusts, filling deeper into the femboy than before, pressing against Mark’s P-spot with expert percision. Perhaps this wasn’t the first time he’s fucked a dude for his pleasure, as he keeps striking that button over and over again.

Mark’s cock is fully at attention, precum oozing out from the tip, and the thing quivering in delight with each and every shoving thrust that goes into him. He gasps, his chest rising and shifting around on the ground, nipples perking up and tits bouncing from the thrusting motions of the larger male above him.

“Now that I’ve got you,” Tobias begins, panting through his words, “I’m going to make you never forget me!”

“J… just try it!” Mark teases him, his ass swallowing that cock, milking the pole with its quivering and its undulations. “You think you’re the first guy who hatefucked me?”

“No,” responds Tobias, as both hands shoot up, grabbing the smaller male by the throat. “But maybe, just maybe, I could be the last!”

Mark grins from ear to ear as he stares up at the cat choking him out. Through a croaking voice, he taunts the tiger. “Oh, tighter,” he says. “Maybe this time it’ll work!”

Tobias picks up the pace, pounding away at Mark, his barbed member scratching up the femboy’s insides, but Mark’s eyes are hazed with delight and not with pain. Even as the tiger’s thumbs dig down against the femmy guy’s trachea, the fox-cat doesn’t seem bothered. He practically drools through his clenched teeth, staring at the feline with what could amount to some sort of admiration.

As Tobias continues his rutting fucking deep inside Mark, the smaller guy’s cock rubs against the tiger’s abs, painting Tobias’s fur and pecs with oozy goodness, but Tobias doesn’t care. He pins Mark down. He squeezes his throat. He crushes the wind pipe. He sees the excitement welling in the tear-filled eyes, and he hates that taunting smile that Mark gives him.

With a crack, the deed is done, and Mark’s eyes haze over, and just at the same time, Mark’s cock explodes, sending cum spurting out onto both the guys. His rear fluctuates, milking the cock that’s inside him.

Seeing and feeling all of this, Tobias roars, his own climax overcoming him. He releases deep inside Mark, claiming him as his own, and he pulls out, his cock still spilling some final spurts out onto the grass as the overfull boywomb drips with the conquerer’s cum.

Pushing himself up to a standing position, Tobias chuckles, wiping his abdominals, smearing some of the stains against his fur. “Well, that was a lot of talk for ya, but let’s see ya talk now, funny boy.”

Mark gurgles and groans, and his eyes flutter, but they regain their sharpness, his smile returning as well, and he kicks up, his heels planting themselves firmly against Tobias’s chest, sending him falling back, yelping and falling against the fire!

Roaring in pain and thrashing about, Tobias leaves the fire and pats at his back, where the smell of burnt fur fills the air, his vision turning red, only for a slashing set of claws to hit him at the chest, sending him falling back once more onto the ground.

Tobias groans, clutching his chest, wheezing and panting himself, and that’s when Mark plops himself down onto that chest, pinning Tobias down, arms folded over his chest as he smirks. “You remember we were still fighting, don’cha? And it looks like I’m winning.” Mark says, his voice a little hoarse, but the damage that Tobias had caused was greatly exaggerated.

“Fu… fuck you…” Tobias groans.

“You already did,” Mark says. “Now, I get to decide what I’m going to do with you.” He says, lifting a foot and pressing a heart-shaped pad against Tobias’s cheek. “And there’s a lot I can, and you know why that is?”

The pain in Tobias’s back makes him tear up, but he grits his teeth and speaks through the foot on his face. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m Re-MARK-able.”