A way-too-big furry story that's sorta naughty and not even about boxing!
Round 3: Dodgeball
Boxer Beats was almost at the finale, again. Foxie and Lesbuni sat together, despite the larger crowd and tight seating, Lesbuni always made sure there was room for Foxie and her guard. However, the bunny could tell Foxie wasn’t feeling her best.
“I’m sorry about the other day... are you still upset?”
Foxie watched the show, looking empty. “It’s not a big deal. There’s just a lot going on right now.”
Lesbuni hugged her arms around her girlfriend, “Well I’m here to make it better!”
After a few more fights, it was Foxie’s turn.
“Are you... dressing up for this match too?” Lesbuni wondered, “I-It’s fine, whatever you want to do...”
Foxie smiled, she was glad to see Lesbuni knew not to control her, and to try accepting her instead! Like anyone else, Foxie just wanted to be herself. Or, in this case, someone else. ...But it still counts as being herself! Right?
Foxie got dressed into her Anomaly outfit, and already she felt so much happier!
The hamster announcered, “Laaaaaadies and women, girls too - welcome to one of the last fights of the nights!” The gals in the audience cheered in excitement.
“And all you guys out there...” The men in the audience looked up, Oxnard smiled and casually said or asked, “Sup?” The guys mumbled in response, also casually.
“And to all my not-guy and not-girl pals in the audience...”
“Are you just going to group us all in one category?” A chameleon under the booth yelled out in response.
“Nope!” Oxnard huffed, “I’m going to read out each type I have listed here and give everyone a semi-interesting starter. And then when I’m done, I’ll listen to whoever tells me that I forgot to include someone.”
“Anomaly, you can start the fight while I read all these.” Oxnard waved his wrist at him to start.
“Good luck, Anomaly.” Don Badge waved from the audience, his big red nose pointing in the air, and a great big smile shining underneath. “You’re Don’s favorite.”
“Awww...” Anomaly sighed, he loved having fans! “Why don’t you come see me after the show sometime, little buddy?” Anomaly winked in Don’s direction.
“Um. Hey!” From the other side of the audience, Lesbuni growled.
“What? I know you don’t wanna see me after the show... but I’ll show you inside of me after~” The audience got a good laugh out of that, it sounded dirty! But that was Anomaly saying he’d be back to Foxie after... right?
“Don wants. To see you. Always,” the badger rang back.
“You stop that!” Lesbuni yelled, “I’ll come over there and beat you so bad, I’ll wind up in jail too!”
“Hey guys, come on, there’s enough split personality here for everybody’s body.” Anomaly awkwardly grinned, “I’m supposed to be the one fighting up here, not the audience!”
“Oxnard’s taking too long!” A chameleon in the audience spoke up again.
“The audience isn’t being patient!” Oxnard yelled back.
“Don’s hitting on my girlfriend!” Lesbuni cried and started climbing over seats.
“Don has. The fox hots.”
It was chaos. Everyone was fighting, and Anomaly was still without a fight of their own on stage! But finally, the lights dimmed and focused on the entrance, where a chubby, round figure stood unwillingly.
“WELP. THEY FOUND ME. GUESS I GOTTA FIGHT.”
It was Anger Mouse!
It looked like the mouse didn’t want to fight, the Do-Gooder following him kept patting his back, nudging him up on stage, “You can quit the fight if you don’t want to do it.”
“WHO SAID I DON’T WANNA FIGHT?” Anger Mouse yelled up in response.
“Then why were you hidin-”
“I WASN’T HIDING. LET’S FIGHT, ANATOMY.” The fat purple rat hopped into the boxing ring.
Anatomy, er, Anomaly, raised an eyebrow. Did this mouse really want to fight?
“ALRIGHT. IT’S BOXING TIME.” Anger Mouse announced, “WE’RE DOING DODGEBALL.”
Suddenly, a bunch of bouncing rubber balls fell from the ceiling, most bounced out of the ring right after landing in there.
“GAH! GOSH DARN IT. Stupid balls.” Anger Mouse complained. “YUP, WELL, y’know the rules, don’t ya?” He whispered to Anomaly, looking sincere, “You just gotta hit me with balls to win the match. COUGH COUGH. AHEM. SO LET’S FIGHT, WITH OUR BALLS.”
The audience all stopped fighting, they wanted to watch this!
Anomaly picked up a dodgeball, “Um, is the referee going to come out and tell us to start? Or... do we just start?”
Oxnard announced over the speakers, “Aro’s in the bathroom. Just fight!”
Somewhere out there, Aro the referee was quite embarrassed, hearing the speakers from the announcer echo into the restroom. No one needed to know that!
Anomaly shrugged, eyeing Anger Mouse to make sure he was ready, and threw!
...But he missed.
Anger Mouse waited for Anomaly to find another ball and throw it, but he missed again. “HEY, COME ON, AIM A LITTLE.” The fat rat picked up a ball! And then he, he... rolled it to Anomaly? “TRY AGAIN.”
The fox threw again, but it went right over Anger’s head.
“WHAT’S THE DEAL? YOU CAN’T THROW?”
“You’re too short!”
“WHAT!?”
Anomaly picked up a ball outside the ring, and came back in only to... roll it over to Anger Mouse. “If you’re so good at throwing, prove it.”
Anger Mouse confidently picked up the ball, leaned back to throw, aaaand... dropped it. “HA! YOU CAN’T trick me THAT easily...” his voice started to crack and squeak. At this rate, no one was going to get the other out.
“Come on F- uh, I mean, Anomaly!” Lesbuni cheered, “You went to pie school, or whatever. You should know how to throw balls!”
“Throwing pies and throwing balls are very different, they’re totally different shapes!” Anomaly panicked, things weren’t looking good. “It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand!”
“TRY USING BOTH HANDS,” Anger Mouse screamed. Anomaly couldn’t handle so many people yelling at him. This wasn’t as fun as his first performance.
“Wait... a performance!” Anomaly grinned, anything was more fun as a show. The fox dashed around the ring, collecting balls all for himself. “Watch this, Angry Pants!” Anomaly started juggling three big dodgeballs in his hands, the audience was mildly curious. But then the fox started walking forward, right onto a dodgeball! But Anomaly didn’t slip - he stood on top of that ball as he juggled the others in his paws. He then raised a leg, balancing on one foot!
“Hey Anger, keep an eye on these balls for me.”
“YOU’RE MISSING A PAIR,” he grumbled as he peeked under the fox’s tutu.
“Hey, it’s a costume! Don’t judge me there.” Anomaly giggled, and suddenly lost their balance. “Oh fudge!”
“GAH!”
As Anomaly landed on his back, the dodgeball under his foot shot forward, right at Anger Mouse! It punted the little guy right off stage - flipping over the ropes and landing on the ground outside the ring.
“Anger Mouse is outta the house!” Oxnard exclaimed, “Anomaly, watch out!”
The fox on his back looked up, the three balls they were juggling were falling right towards him!
“Those balls are coming down on him hard!”
“I wish I was in his boots right now.”
“Happens to me all the time! What’s the big deal?”
With the audience’s eyes all on those balls, Anomaly timed his kicks to knock the first two away. The third was on its way, but the fox reached up and caught it in both his paws. He was safe!
“Whew! He did it folks,” Oxnard yelped over the speakers. “That was almost a draw, but Anomaly is goin’ to the finals! That performance was quite a kick in the balls, fella. Watch it next time.”
The audience cheered, and Anomaly hopped around happily. He did it!
“You’re amazing, Anomaly.” Don cheered from one side.
“You’re gonna win it all, Foxie!” Lesbuni squeaked from the other.
Anomaly was happy, but hearing Foxie’s name brought him back to reality. It was back to being Foxie with the show over. She wished these moments lasted longer. Foxie was left wondering one more thing about the fight...
“HEY!” As Foxie went back to her guard in the hallway, Anger Mouse chased behind her, “WAIT.” The short mouse took her hand as they went through the exit.
“Um, what’s up?” Foxie asked the little guy.
“YOU’RE GOING TO THE FINALE.” Well, that was obvious.
“Yeah... I mean, I won the fight... so, that makes sense.” Foxie nodded.
“I DIDN’T try to win.” Anger Mouse grumbled, looking down at the floor.
“You didn’t? Haha, I didn’t even realize it... you gave me a lot of chances to hit you, huh?” Foxie thought. “And you almost didn’t show up at all!”
“I WAS HIDING. I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU THE MATCH.” Anger Mouse sighed, “I didn’t want everyone to watch me lose. But...”
Anger Mouse rubbed his face, was he sad? What was going on? Foxie pat his head gently, she almost forgot, this loud little guy was just a little kid.
“What’s wrong?” Foxie leaned down to ask.
“DON IS MY FRIEND. I GUESS. SO... Y-YOU GUYS... GET TO BE IN THE FINALS TOGETHER.” Anger Mouse sniffed, “HE WANTED TO SPEND THIS WHOLE COMPETITION WITH YOU. THAT’S THE REASON WHY HE JOINED. THAT, and I asked him. I thought we would be on a team...”
Anger Mouse lost on purpose, so that Don and Foxie could be together in the finale?
“Oh, Anger... you didn’t have to do that.” Foxie smiled sympathetically.
“HE’S GONNA FORGET ALL ABOUT ME.” Anger Mouse shrieked with a high-pitched scream, “HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU INSTEAD. DON’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES ABOUT ME. I’LL BE FORGOTTEN BY EVERYBODY.”
“Anger, no... that wouldn’t happen.” Foxie rubbed his back, looking at either of their guards to step in... but no such luck. She felt like she was playing mommy. “If Don and I become friends, we can all be friends together!”
“Y-YOU’LL join us?” Anger asked, sounding hopeful.
Were Anger and Don in a club? Well, whatever made him happy again. Er, wait, was Anger Mouse ever happy?
“Sure, I’ll join you guys. We’re all boxing prisoners here.”
Anger Mouse squeaked and grinned wide, clapping his gloves together. “Heeee!”
You know, when he wasn’t being an angry brat, this rat was kind of cute.
“THANKS LADY.” Anger Mouse went towards to his guard and reached for his hand, “GOOD LUCK WITH DON. KICK HIS BUTT!”
The chubby mouse chuckled and walked off into the hallway. Was Foxie supposed to beat Don? Or... if he was a fan, maybe it was his dream to be on stage with Foxie in the finale?
Foxie felt happier as she left for the night, “For a pair of bad guys, Don and Anger Mouse sure are sweet.”
“I’m sorry about the other day... are you still upset?”
Foxie watched the show, looking empty. “It’s not a big deal. There’s just a lot going on right now.”
Lesbuni hugged her arms around her girlfriend, “Well I’m here to make it better!”
After a few more fights, it was Foxie’s turn.
“Are you... dressing up for this match too?” Lesbuni wondered, “I-It’s fine, whatever you want to do...”
Foxie smiled, she was glad to see Lesbuni knew not to control her, and to try accepting her instead! Like anyone else, Foxie just wanted to be herself. Or, in this case, someone else. ...But it still counts as being herself! Right?
Foxie got dressed into her Anomaly outfit, and already she felt so much happier!
The hamster announcered, “Laaaaaadies and women, girls too - welcome to one of the last fights of the nights!” The gals in the audience cheered in excitement.
“And all you guys out there...” The men in the audience looked up, Oxnard smiled and casually said or asked, “Sup?” The guys mumbled in response, also casually.
“And to all my not-guy and not-girl pals in the audience...”
“Are you just going to group us all in one category?” A chameleon under the booth yelled out in response.
“Nope!” Oxnard huffed, “I’m going to read out each type I have listed here and give everyone a semi-interesting starter. And then when I’m done, I’ll listen to whoever tells me that I forgot to include someone.”
“Anomaly, you can start the fight while I read all these.” Oxnard waved his wrist at him to start.
“Good luck, Anomaly.” Don Badge waved from the audience, his big red nose pointing in the air, and a great big smile shining underneath. “You’re Don’s favorite.”
“Awww...” Anomaly sighed, he loved having fans! “Why don’t you come see me after the show sometime, little buddy?” Anomaly winked in Don’s direction.
“Um. Hey!” From the other side of the audience, Lesbuni growled.
“What? I know you don’t wanna see me after the show... but I’ll show you inside of me after~” The audience got a good laugh out of that, it sounded dirty! But that was Anomaly saying he’d be back to Foxie after... right?
“Don wants. To see you. Always,” the badger rang back.
“You stop that!” Lesbuni yelled, “I’ll come over there and beat you so bad, I’ll wind up in jail too!”
“Hey guys, come on, there’s enough split personality here for everybody’s body.” Anomaly awkwardly grinned, “I’m supposed to be the one fighting up here, not the audience!”
“Oxnard’s taking too long!” A chameleon in the audience spoke up again.
“The audience isn’t being patient!” Oxnard yelled back.
“Don’s hitting on my girlfriend!” Lesbuni cried and started climbing over seats.
“Don has. The fox hots.”
It was chaos. Everyone was fighting, and Anomaly was still without a fight of their own on stage! But finally, the lights dimmed and focused on the entrance, where a chubby, round figure stood unwillingly.
“WELP. THEY FOUND ME. GUESS I GOTTA FIGHT.”
It was Anger Mouse!
It looked like the mouse didn’t want to fight, the Do-Gooder following him kept patting his back, nudging him up on stage, “You can quit the fight if you don’t want to do it.”
“WHO SAID I DON’T WANNA FIGHT?” Anger Mouse yelled up in response.
“Then why were you hidin-”
“I WASN’T HIDING. LET’S FIGHT, ANATOMY.” The fat purple rat hopped into the boxing ring.
Anatomy, er, Anomaly, raised an eyebrow. Did this mouse really want to fight?
“ALRIGHT. IT’S BOXING TIME.” Anger Mouse announced, “WE’RE DOING DODGEBALL.”
Suddenly, a bunch of bouncing rubber balls fell from the ceiling, most bounced out of the ring right after landing in there.
“GAH! GOSH DARN IT. Stupid balls.” Anger Mouse complained. “YUP, WELL, y’know the rules, don’t ya?” He whispered to Anomaly, looking sincere, “You just gotta hit me with balls to win the match. COUGH COUGH. AHEM. SO LET’S FIGHT, WITH OUR BALLS.”
The audience all stopped fighting, they wanted to watch this!
Anomaly picked up a dodgeball, “Um, is the referee going to come out and tell us to start? Or... do we just start?”
Oxnard announced over the speakers, “Aro’s in the bathroom. Just fight!”
Somewhere out there, Aro the referee was quite embarrassed, hearing the speakers from the announcer echo into the restroom. No one needed to know that!
Anomaly shrugged, eyeing Anger Mouse to make sure he was ready, and threw!
...But he missed.
Anger Mouse waited for Anomaly to find another ball and throw it, but he missed again. “HEY, COME ON, AIM A LITTLE.” The fat rat picked up a ball! And then he, he... rolled it to Anomaly? “TRY AGAIN.”
The fox threw again, but it went right over Anger’s head.
“WHAT’S THE DEAL? YOU CAN’T THROW?”
“You’re too short!”
“WHAT!?”
Anomaly picked up a ball outside the ring, and came back in only to... roll it over to Anger Mouse. “If you’re so good at throwing, prove it.”
Anger Mouse confidently picked up the ball, leaned back to throw, aaaand... dropped it. “HA! YOU CAN’T trick me THAT easily...” his voice started to crack and squeak. At this rate, no one was going to get the other out.
“Come on F- uh, I mean, Anomaly!” Lesbuni cheered, “You went to pie school, or whatever. You should know how to throw balls!”
“Throwing pies and throwing balls are very different, they’re totally different shapes!” Anomaly panicked, things weren’t looking good. “It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand!”
“TRY USING BOTH HANDS,” Anger Mouse screamed. Anomaly couldn’t handle so many people yelling at him. This wasn’t as fun as his first performance.
“Wait... a performance!” Anomaly grinned, anything was more fun as a show. The fox dashed around the ring, collecting balls all for himself. “Watch this, Angry Pants!” Anomaly started juggling three big dodgeballs in his hands, the audience was mildly curious. But then the fox started walking forward, right onto a dodgeball! But Anomaly didn’t slip - he stood on top of that ball as he juggled the others in his paws. He then raised a leg, balancing on one foot!
“Hey Anger, keep an eye on these balls for me.”
“YOU’RE MISSING A PAIR,” he grumbled as he peeked under the fox’s tutu.
“Hey, it’s a costume! Don’t judge me there.” Anomaly giggled, and suddenly lost their balance. “Oh fudge!”
“GAH!”
As Anomaly landed on his back, the dodgeball under his foot shot forward, right at Anger Mouse! It punted the little guy right off stage - flipping over the ropes and landing on the ground outside the ring.
“Anger Mouse is outta the house!” Oxnard exclaimed, “Anomaly, watch out!”
The fox on his back looked up, the three balls they were juggling were falling right towards him!
“Those balls are coming down on him hard!”
“I wish I was in his boots right now.”
“Happens to me all the time! What’s the big deal?”
With the audience’s eyes all on those balls, Anomaly timed his kicks to knock the first two away. The third was on its way, but the fox reached up and caught it in both his paws. He was safe!
“Whew! He did it folks,” Oxnard yelped over the speakers. “That was almost a draw, but Anomaly is goin’ to the finals! That performance was quite a kick in the balls, fella. Watch it next time.”
The audience cheered, and Anomaly hopped around happily. He did it!
“You’re amazing, Anomaly.” Don cheered from one side.
“You’re gonna win it all, Foxie!” Lesbuni squeaked from the other.
Anomaly was happy, but hearing Foxie’s name brought him back to reality. It was back to being Foxie with the show over. She wished these moments lasted longer. Foxie was left wondering one more thing about the fight...
“HEY!” As Foxie went back to her guard in the hallway, Anger Mouse chased behind her, “WAIT.” The short mouse took her hand as they went through the exit.
“Um, what’s up?” Foxie asked the little guy.
“YOU’RE GOING TO THE FINALE.” Well, that was obvious.
“Yeah... I mean, I won the fight... so, that makes sense.” Foxie nodded.
“I DIDN’T try to win.” Anger Mouse grumbled, looking down at the floor.
“You didn’t? Haha, I didn’t even realize it... you gave me a lot of chances to hit you, huh?” Foxie thought. “And you almost didn’t show up at all!”
“I WAS HIDING. I WAS GONNA GIVE YOU THE MATCH.” Anger Mouse sighed, “I didn’t want everyone to watch me lose. But...”
Anger Mouse rubbed his face, was he sad? What was going on? Foxie pat his head gently, she almost forgot, this loud little guy was just a little kid.
“What’s wrong?” Foxie leaned down to ask.
“DON IS MY FRIEND. I GUESS. SO... Y-YOU GUYS... GET TO BE IN THE FINALS TOGETHER.” Anger Mouse sniffed, “HE WANTED TO SPEND THIS WHOLE COMPETITION WITH YOU. THAT’S THE REASON WHY HE JOINED. THAT, and I asked him. I thought we would be on a team...”
Anger Mouse lost on purpose, so that Don and Foxie could be together in the finale?
“Oh, Anger... you didn’t have to do that.” Foxie smiled sympathetically.
“HE’S GONNA FORGET ALL ABOUT ME.” Anger Mouse shrieked with a high-pitched scream, “HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU INSTEAD. DON’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CARES ABOUT ME. I’LL BE FORGOTTEN BY EVERYBODY.”
“Anger, no... that wouldn’t happen.” Foxie rubbed his back, looking at either of their guards to step in... but no such luck. She felt like she was playing mommy. “If Don and I become friends, we can all be friends together!”
“Y-YOU’LL join us?” Anger asked, sounding hopeful.
Were Anger and Don in a club? Well, whatever made him happy again. Er, wait, was Anger Mouse ever happy?
“Sure, I’ll join you guys. We’re all boxing prisoners here.”
Anger Mouse squeaked and grinned wide, clapping his gloves together. “Heeee!”
You know, when he wasn’t being an angry brat, this rat was kind of cute.
“THANKS LADY.” Anger Mouse went towards to his guard and reached for his hand, “GOOD LUCK WITH DON. KICK HIS BUTT!”
The chubby mouse chuckled and walked off into the hallway. Was Foxie supposed to beat Don? Or... if he was a fan, maybe it was his dream to be on stage with Foxie in the finale?
Foxie felt happier as she left for the night, “For a pair of bad guys, Don and Anger Mouse sure are sweet.”