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bagsofbones63 · 5 months

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The Boar and the Blanket

This story is a continuation of The Boar and the Bat that takes place several hours after the events of the first story. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope to expand more on the two OCs in the future.

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Three things shot to the forefront of Avalanche’s mind when he woke. First his left eye seemed unscathed from the match and was able to take in the flickering of the wrestling clinic’s shoddy ceiling lights quite well. Second, his body from head to toe felt like shit. His left eye and the back of his head being the two major culprits in the shittiness he felt. Third, he was freezing cold. A look down revealed that he was still dawning only his not so insulating wrestling trunks. “I get this place sucks but they couldn’t even spare a blanket for me?” He whined.

He heard a chair scrape across the floor as if in response to his complaints. The sound of heels on the hard floor followed. “Crud,” he thought. “Nana Taylor’s here.” Nana Taylor was one of two physicians at the wrestling arena’s in-house clinic. The wrestlers lovingly dubbed the small feline Nana Taylor for her graying fur, sagging skin, and ever so loving and ever present scowl. If there was a contest for who was the most judgmental person in a nursing home she’d surely win it. The sounds of heels were replaced with the swishing of a curtain as the hag revealed herself.

“Nana Taylor!” Avalanche exclaimed with forced enthusiasm. “It’s so nice to see you”

“Sit up before you speak to me,” she snarled.

Knowing it was best not to argue with her, he powered through the paint and fulfilled her request with only a few moans of discomfort.

“Quit whining Warren,” she snapped. “There are more important problems than a big boar like you getting hurt in a tussle.” She clicked her tongue before continuing, “You don’t need a blanket anyway, you have more than enough blubber to survive the winter let alone a cold room.”

“There’s muscle there too!” He countered.

“I’ve seen babies with more!”

Warren let out a defeated sigh, arguing with Nana Taylor would only be an exercise of futility.

“So what’re the issues with all this,” He said while gesturing towards his whole body.

Nana Taylor numbered her fingers as she listed his conditions, “Bruising across the body, several scrapes that needed sterilized, a laceration across the left eye requiring stitches, you’re welcome by the way, head trauma to the back of the skull resulting in a concussion, a wounded sense of pride, a lack of gratefulness towards your doctor, the inability to prevent yourself from whining, a lack of general decorum, need I continue?” The daggers in her eyes told him how to answer.

“No, no…no,” he let out with dejection. “I got the point.”

“Good,” she responded with false glee. “Going on to treatment, first, we need you to stay the night here so we can monitor your concussion.” She paused in anticipation for a complaint. She let out a small satisfied smirk when she didn't receive any. “After that, the lucky boar gets two weeks paid medical leave to rest and recuperate at home before he throws himself into another injury and another visit to his favorite doctor.” She ended the sentence with blunt sarcasm. “Any questions?”

Warren opened his mouth to speak.

“No? Great!” she clapped her hands together, putting a pin on the conversation. “Anyways, I’m off to my office to get some rest,” she said while walking out of his line of sight. “Notify me if you or your roommate decide to start dying in your sleep. But please, try not to. I've been told I’m a bit rude when I get woken up early.”

“Wait, roommate?!?” Warren shouted. A door slammed and the lights dimmed in response.

Exasperated with the lack of answer, he threw a palm to his head without thinking. The piercing pain and grimace that followed combined to create a feeling of stupidity in the boar. “I hate doctors,” he whined openly. As if in response, the sounds of bedsprings stretching came from his left. He turned his head to the noise and asked through the curtain, “How about you roomie? You having the time of your life too?” A thud followed by the sound of footsteps responded. They were followed by the swish of the curtain as his roommate revealed himself. Standing there was the bat wrestler El Vacio donning his black tights and white wrestling briefs combo. Atop his shoulder rested the most wondrous item Warren had ever coveted, a blanket.

Several thoughts made a mad dash in Warren’s mind. “What is he doing here? Did I actually hurt him that bad? I need that blanket.” Before the boar could act on any of his thoughts, Vacio made his move. The bat took a step closer so that he was right at the edge of Warren’s bed and brought his face close to Warren’s eyes. Warren was taken aback with how his enemy’s eyes were now a dim and serene green, a contrast to the fiery red he saw before being knocked out. The bat’s eyes started to shift, their luminescence grew in intensity and the color changed from green to an electric blue. Warren felt he could lose himself in Vacio’s eyes if he stared too long. The display was cut short as Vacio quickly pulled back and shoved the blanket into the boar’s face, aggravating his head injury. The pain brought Warren’s anger at the bat to the forefront of his mind. He pulled the blanket off his head and shot a side eye at the bat. “I’m not thanking you,” he spat out. He pointed to his stitched eye. “A blanket isn’t going to make this go away.” The bat reacted by lowering his head and taking a step back. Warren threw an accusing finger at Vacio. “Now I suggest we both go to sleep and agree to never have our agents let us get matched again, that sound like a plan to you?” The bat remained still. Warren snorted at the lack of an answer. He wrapped himself in the blanket and turned his back to the bat before laying down. The bat stood for several more seconds before slinking his way back into his blanket-less bed. The duo went to sleep discontented.

Chatter Chatter Chatter

An inkling of Warren’s consciousness appeared before fading away.

Rattle Rattle Rattle

“Five more minutes,” he whispered.

Chatter Chatter Chatter

The boar almost fell out of the foreign bed as he reached for an alarm clock that wasn’t there. The near fall gave him a burst of energy, like an early morning triple shot espresso. He sat up and brought a paw to his head. The stabbing pain of earlier had faded into a dull barrage of pinpricks. “At least it didn’t get worse,” he thought.

Rattle Rattle Rattle

Warren flashed a look at the noise. It was emanating from the small shivering mass atop of El Vacio’s bed.

“Serves him right for almost blinding me during our match,” he thought. He wanted to ignore the bat, tuck himself back into his bed, and sleep the rest of the night away. But, a feeling of guilt ate at his insides. He was never one to enjoy another’s suffering. If someone in the room had to freeze in the night he’d rather it be himself than Vacio. Warren rose from his bed, blanket in hand, and tiptoed to the bat’s bed. He looked down at him. Vacio was lying knees to chest in a fetal position. Intermittent tremors racked his body. A chattering sound was coming from his bone mask, or was it his face, Warren still couldn’t decide. Before he could second guess himself, he placed the blanket on the bat. He watched as the tremors subsided and the rattling came to a silence. Content with his humanitarian work, Warren tiptoed back to his bed and began to lay down. He had barely even closed his eyes before he was hit with a familiar soft object. It was the blanket. Warren shot a look of anger at the bat who was now standing next to his bed. With an exasperated grunt Warren got out of bed and stared the bat down. He took the blanket and thrusted it into Vacio’s chest.

“You need it more, ” he whispered with thinly veiled annoyance. “Now go to sleep.” The bat’s eyes turned a dull red as he shoved the blanket back into the boar’s hands. They repeated the same song and dance several times before Warren decided to end the time loop.

“Listen!” Warren spat out. “I’m not going to sleep unless I know you’re warm so this game you’re playing,” he poked the bat’s chest for emphasis, “is pointless.”

The red in the bat’s eyes grew in intensity before dissipating and reforming into an electric blue. He shoved the blanket into the boar’s hands before hopping onto the foot of Warren’s bed and adopting a criss-cross sitting position.

“What are you doing?” Warren grumbled.

The bat responded by pointing at the annoyed boar before moving his hand to point at the opposite side of the bed. Warren let out a long sigh before following the bat’s directions. He sat opposite of Vacio in a similar criss-cross manner with the blanket atop his lap.

“Now what?”

The bat poked the blanket before miming throwing it behind him and spreading his arms.

“Like…like a cape?” The confusion was obvious in Warren’s voice.

The bat shook his head yes. The boar shook his head in disbelief before following Vacio’s instructions. He sat there, arms outstretched like a bird trying to attract a mate, the blanket acting as artificial plumage. Vacio rose to a standing position on the bed before turning around.

“What are y-” Warren lost the ability to speak as the bat plopped himself onto the boar’s lap. Magma rose to the surface of Warren’s face. A jackhammer whirled to life in his chest as his heart rate rose. His brain froze.

“I-Va-wha-” He stammered as the bat grabbed the boar’s arms and wrapped them around himself, encasing them both in the confines of the blanket. A feeling masquerading as nausea appeared in Warren’s stomach. It clawed to his chest before urging his heart to move. In reaction, his heart produced unexplainable music. The percussion of the drum that was his heart sent a vibration through his body. The harmonic notes overpowered all other sounds, including his voice of reason. He hugged the bat tighter. Warren could feel a similar beat from the bat’s heart as their bodies drew closer. The symphony created by the two hearts sent an electric feeling through Warren’s body. He wondered if Vacio felt it too. He wanted Vacio to feel it too. He had to feel it too. The feeling remained as the two sat there silently listening to the music of their hearts. Even as sleep overtook them the feeling remained. That feeling will always remain.

#boar #furry #story #wrestling #bat #An elderly cat woman that's kinda extremely mean #Enemies to lovers #smol bat #Beefy boar #I still don't exactly know what to put down for tags #Warren #Avalanche #Vacio #novice writer #I'm thinking of doing another story from the perspective of Vacio that takes place after this one before starting to space events out more

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bagsofbones63 · 5 months

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The Boar and the Bat

This the first story I had ever written for myself so it being my first post makes sense. It features my OCs Avalanche and El Vacío (real names to be revealed later) Hope you enjoy.

"A-va-lanche, A-va-lanche, A-val-lanche!" The chant crescendoed as a hulking figure entered the arena. The chant devolved into a cacophony of cheers while the boar wrestler slowly made his way to the ring. He wanted nothing more than to wave back at the crowd and thank them for their excitement but he knew that would betray the arrogant and brash character his agent had concocted for him. Instead, he paused in front of the ring and flexed for the crowd before winking at a group of fans. "People love a flirt," his agent would always tell him. The way the fans suffered a group fainting spell only validated that statement.

He rolled into the ring and took center stage before flexing again. Wearing only a mask and a pair of wrestling trunks, nothing was left to the imagination. Personally, he would have preferred something warmer, his white chest and arm fur only did so much to keep him warm, but his agent insisted that this was the best outfit for him. "Sex sells" she would say. The slow decrescendo of cheers signaled that it was time for him to take his spot on the side of the ring and wait for his opponent. He leaned on the ropes and tried to present a relaxed, almost bored disposition. In actuality he was beyond excited; the mix of cold and anticipation was causing goosebumps to erupt all over his skin. He wondered who he would be fighting; the producers never told the wrestlers who their opponents were. He thought it was some odd attempt to keep them on their toes.

Silence fell over the arena as everyone awaited the reveal of Avalanche's challenger. Several seconds passed but, still, there was no sign of his opponent. Confused murmurs from the crowd began to overtake the room. "A no show? Really?" He thought. Knowing he couldn't let the dead air continue, Avalanche made his way to the center of the ring. "Looks like I scared him off, didn't I!" He shouted.

"YEAH!" The crowed shouted in response.

A hearty laugh escaped his barreled chest before he continued. "That just goes to show that he couldn't handle,” He flexed his right arm for emphasis. “The crushing weight,” his left arm followed suit. “Of an Avalan- '' the lights cut out causing him to lose his words. When they came back a new figure was standing atop a turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. The bat wrestler El Vacío had made his entrance.

A brief look of surprise flashed across Avalanche's face before it morphed into a thinly veiled embarrassment as he realized he was still posing. He regained his composure and dropped his arms before adopting a saccharine scowl while he took note of who his opponent was. "Him, really?" Avalanche thought. He had heard of the eccentric newbie wrestler but he hadn't expected to see him in the ring so soon.

"Nice of you to finally join us" Avalanche snarled in an intentionally showy manner. The bat only gave a slight head tilt in response. Avalanche had to admit, the combination of appearing from nowhere, the eerie silence, and the bat's skull mask left him a little anxious. Vacío definitely had a solid gimmick going on.

El Vacío jumped down and stood in front of Avalanche. Avalanche observed his opponent as they began circling one another. First, he noticed his size. El Vacío was much smaller than him. There appeared to be about a 6 inch difference between the 6 foot boar and the bat. Next, he took note of Vacío's outfit. The bat wore a pair of white wrestling trunks over black tights with skeletal legs painted over them. Going up showcased his lithe yet still muscular frame. "He's going to be a fast one," Avalanche thought. His gaze finally reached that bat's mask. Or at least what he thought was a mask. The dark hollow holes where the wrestler's eyes should have been gave the impression that it could really be a skull. Betraying the bat's undead visage were the glimmers of purple light in his hollow eyes. "His costume designer must have had a field day with that mask," Avalanche surmised. Lastly, his eyes locked onto the wings on the bat's back. An unintentional snort escaped him. He hated fliers. They often made matches take forever. It would be nice if he could jump off a rope and catch them in the air, but his girth left him landlocked in matches. Their circular dance ended with both wrestlers adopting their own stances.. Avalanche, arms outstretched, was prepared to charge at Vacío as soon as the bell rang. It was a bit of a stereotype to be a charging boar but the crowd seemed to love it. Opposite of him Vacío stood still and straight with his head tilted at an unnatural and painful looking angle. "This has to be the strangest person I've met," Avalanche thought.

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The bell signaled the start of Avalanche's charge towards Vacío. On the verge of colliding, Vacío pivoted to the left and dodged the attack. Avalanche spun around to look at his opponent as he collided with the rope. The bat was already in motion, throwing a lightning fast kick at the boar's gut. It wasn't very effective. The kick rebounded off his stomach and left Vacío off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Avalanche grabbed Vacio's leg with an iron grip. He lifted the trapped bat into the air and marched towards the center of the ring. Vacìo didn't even attempt to escape, his body rigid and unmoving. Avalanche presented the bat to the crowd like a dad showing off a caught fish. Cheers were the reward for his big catch.

"Look at this little runt," Avalanche bellowed. "Show's up late and he doesn't even last a minute!" The crowd boos at the bat. "For being a bat he does an awfully good job at playing Oposs-" a kick to the head stunned him out of his sentence. Two other kicks followed causing him to loosen his grip. The fourth kick almost set the bat free. Before a fifth kick could reach Avalanche, he tightened his grip and flung Vacío in the ground. The force of the slam caused the bat to bounce back into the air. Avalanche used this opportunity to send him plummeting to the ground again with a forceful elbow to the gut. Knowing his opponent would be out of commission, Avalanche took the opportunity to flaunt to the crowd. He gestured for the crowd to start cheering and was met with a deafening boom of excitement. He looked down at his opponent, raised his arm, tapped his elbow twice, and performed an elbow drop with the full force of his body. During his descent on Vacío he thought his vision went black. Except it wasn't his vision, the lights had gone out. By the time they were back on his elbow had impacted the floor of the ring with a loud slam. Vacío had vanished in the darkness. A wildfire of gasps spread through the crowd. Avalanche pushed himself up and did a quick 360 to look around the ring. The bat was nowhere to be found. In the corner of his eye he noticed something strange, instead of watching him the crowd was looking up. He directed his upward and spotted the bat hanging upside down on the rafters of the arena. The lights went out again. They came back just in time for Avalanche to see Vacío's foot as it slammed into his head with a sickening crunch. The throbbing pain caused the boar to stagger. Vacío used Avalanche's moment of weakness to spring an additional attack. Vacio jumped onto the boar's face and wrapped his thighs around his head. Vacío then threw his upper body back. The force of the motion caused the boar to lose his balance and tumble forward. The ring shook and a loud boom erupted from Avalanche's crash site. The fall left him gasping for breath as the air was evicted from his lungs. Vacío stood above the temporarily helpless boar and put a foot on his chest as a sign of dominance. He then leaned his head closer to the boar and made a throat slitting gesture across his neck. "This guy is a total freak," Avalanche thought. The lights flickered again and Vacío was gone. A second later the flickering repeated and the boar was greeted with an elbow drop inches from his face. Avalanche rolled and avoided the move by a fraction of a second. He got to his feet before the lights started flickering again. Every flicker resulted in a new attack from a different angle at impossible speeds. Avalanche tried moving in the dark to use Vacío's own gimmick against him but his accuracy with every blow remained flawless. "Of course the bat wrestler would use echolocation in the ring!" He screamed internally. A punch to the head, a knee to the gut, a kick in the side, the barrage of blows were wearing Avalanche down and there was nothing he could do about it. Usually he would solve his issues in the ring with his strong body and brute force but this challenge wasn't one he could overcome with muscles alone. He needed to think laterally.

A strike to the back of Avalanche's leg brought him down to one knee. Screams from the crowd filled the room as it appeared to be the end for Avalanche. Avalanche thought the same until he felt a gust of wind rush past his face. "He missed?" Avalanche questioned. Another strike came for the boar but it only grazed him. Avalanche used the opening created by the bat's blunders to force himself to stand up causing an uproar of excitement from the crowd. The bat missed him again, it was like he was fighting a completely different person. "Is he throwing the match?" Avalanche thought. "No, that makes no sense, it must be something else." A smirk painted his face as he experienced a eureka moment. "Sound! The bat can't echolocate when there's too much sound." His theory was proven correct as Vacío missed several more blows. Avalanche decided his best plan would be to rile up the crowd even more to make his opponent's tactic completely useless. "Look at the tiny bat," Avalanche shouted. "He shows up late to a match, acts like a jobber, and then pulls out this gimmick as soon as he starts losing? Are we going to respect that here?" The crowd boos in response. "Now who's going to put this pathetic little runt in his place?" "Avalanche!" The crowd cheered.

"I can't hear you!"

"AVALANCHE AVALANCHE AVALANCHE!."

With the cover of noise, Avalanche was ready to make his next move. He waited until he caught a glimpse of the bat and charged as soon as the lights went out. The two bodies connected in the darkness and fell to the ground. When the lights came back on, Vacío was pinned under Avalanche's massive frame with no chance to escape. Wanting to make sure the bat had no fight left before the pin, Avalanche grabbed Vacío by the neck and rose from the ground. He lifted Vacío as high as possible before slamming him into the ground causing the ring to shake. Avalanche looked down at his subdued opponent. The lights in Vacío's eyes had dimmed leaving only empty voids behind. He noticed a crack going across the right eye hole and wondered if that had been there before. "Oh shit," Avalanche thought. "Maybe I was a bit too rough. Assuming the bat had a concussion he decided it was best to end the match now with a pin. The boar plopped himself on the bat's chest and held his arms down. It was an unconventional pinning style but it got the job done. Avalanche looked into Vacío's eyes as the countdown started.

"One!"

Closer examination of the eyes revealed that even up close they appeared hollow, like an actual skull.

"Two!"

"I need to tell my agent never let me get put against this guy again." He thought to himself. "He’s one zip code shy of crazyville."

At the start of three Vacío's eyes reignited with a blazing red hue. The sudden display startled Avalanche causing him to loosen his grip on the bat. Vacío used the moment of weakness to break himself out of the boar’s grip and make an attack of opportunity. The bat raked his claws against the boar’s left eye, cutting through the mask and into his skin. Avalanche reacted to the white hot pain by backing away from the bat and raising a hand to protect his eye. Upon contact with the eye he felt a sickening wetness. He watched in horror with his uninjured eye as the bat contorted his body into an uncanny backwards spider position before performing a backwards handspring onto his feet. Avalanche took the opportunity to get to his feet as well, albeit less gracefully. "I got matched with an actual psychopath," Avalanche muttered. With a flicker of the lights Vacío appeared on the top turnbuckle. Knowing another kick was likely, Avalanche raised his hands to intercept the bat's foot on the next flicker. Just as he expected, the bat's foot was just within grabbing distance as the lights came back on. Avalanche lunged for the grapple and managed to grab the bat’s leg with his bloody hand. In retaliation, Vacio flapped his wings and spun forward; the sudden upward force allowed his foot to slip out of the boar’s grasp. The added momentum of the spin added power to the kick as the bat’s heel smashed into the back Avalanche’s head with a bone breaking crunch. The boar stood dazed for several seconds before losing the fight to stay conscious. A thunderous boom followed by a tremor emitted from the ring as Avalanche’s body hit the floor. His lights had gone out for the last time. Vacío stood triumphantly over the boar, for he was the victor.

#furry #wrestling #first story #part one of ?#bat #boar #my ocs #I'm excited to share this #novice writer #it was like 8 pages long in my google doc so IDK if that classifies as a short read or not

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