Illustrated Scene: DragonFang vs Iron bull

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Universe: Random superhero

Originally brainstormed with tkd_dbull, who did the artwork and character design for DragonFang.

The hyena laughter echoed in the warehouse where Beeftip, better known as the villainous Iron Bull, was meeting with the Jester.

The hyena across from him smirked, taking a drag on her cigar as her pack of roller derby punk hyenas continued their eerie laughing. With their tye died clothes, spotted fur, and colorful hair, they looked like a rave that had turned nasty, and the music their piercing laughter made was just as dangerous. They weren't all hyenas; a lot of them were mongrel dogs, and maybe a coyote or two even under all the fur dye and grunge wear. They were kind of canines who nobody would employ when a pure breed dog or wolf might do the job instead.

Punks, tweakers, thrill seekers and razor girls, they were kind of riff raff Iron bull wouldn't trust to do much of anything but get caught really. But they were crazy enough to roll with the Jester, they were loyal, and if there was one thing the Mohawk sporting young ladies that the hyena gathered around herself could be counted on to do, it was finding their boss's jokes funny.

Or men, Iron Bull snorted in annoyance. He could never tell if the damn hyena and her goons were actually women, and he'd been fooled once before.

"Yah yah, very funny. Kleptomaniacs take things too literally. Can we get on with this?" The bull rumbled as he kicked the crate of weapons he'd brought to sell them, high tech energy pistols. "You chuckle heads have made enough noise to wake the d-." A shadow passed over him, and the bull looked up just in time to see the rushing shape descending on him.

"Argh!" Beeftip shouted, as a foot slammed into his chest, and a fist smashed into the left side of his face. The masked bull lost his balance, and toppled over backwards as his assailant's weigh crashed down on his shoulders, forcing him over. As they sprawled onto the ground, the black and red clad wolf struck another blow, his fist smashing the other side of the bull's head like a hammer.

The blows hurt, but they didn't do any real damage to the bull. He was called the Iron bull for a reason, but they set his vision spinning and his ears ringing. Beeftip could still make out who it was standing on his chest though. It was DragonFang, and the bull felt the black and red clad wolf's weight leave his chest as he leapt towards one of the bull's goons.

The wolf was on him before the stupid punk could get his gun up, and DragonFang snatched it away from the idiot dog and turned his rifle into a club. The dog went down with one blow, and DragonFang leapt away from him as a hail of gunfire lit up the night.

The Jester's goons were firing wildly, but it hardly mattered. Beeftip pushed himself up, head spinning, and tried to spot the wolf hero. He felt a few dull impacts on his back bullets bounced off him. "Where'd he go!" Jester screamed, and the hyena howled after the vanished hero, his big laser pistol out and glowing a garish green color. Around her, the hyena's pack was firing into the warehouse, their pistols flashing as they shot at every shadow.

"He's vanished you idiots, stop shooting!" Beeftip shouted, and he almost sighed when one of the hyenas barked in fear and shot him. The bullet bounced off his pectoral muscle without a scratch of course, though it did put another hole in his shirt.

The rail thing girl, no this one was a boy, with an electric blue Mohawk was staring wide eyed at Iron Bull in shock, and the bull's eyes widened too as DragonFang loomed suddenly out of the shadows from behind the hyena and clapped him on both ears so hard that the hyena was unconscious before he hit the floor. The Jester's gun fired, a bolt of plasma lancing out into the dark interior of the warehouse, but the wolf was already rolling away. He grabbed one of the other goons, and threw them bodily into the punk hyena with the ray gun. Jester and the ganger both yelped as they collided with each other. Beeftip snorted and pawed the ground once with a hoof, and began to charge the wolf as DragonFang made short work of the remaining goons. Jester got to his feet and tried to bite the wolf, who began fighting the punk hyena tooth and claw.

The huge bull resisted the urge to bellow as he closed in on the wolf, hoping to take the hero by surprise. He ducked his head at the last moment to bring his horns into play, fist swinging through the air like a wrecking ball. The bull felt his horn connect, felt it punch through flesh and bone, and he shouted in triumph as he hooked his body and threw the hero across the room. Then bull's roar of victory became a bellow of fury when he realized it wasn't DragonFang, but the damn Jester he'd thrown. He saw the now bloody hyena slam into the far wall, felt pressure on his back, and then blinding pain of someone kicked him right on the tailbone.

"Ah you little fucker!" The bull shouted, turning, swiping his huge fist through the air, and howling in anger at the wolf weaved away, holding onto the collar of his shirt, riding the bull as he rained blows down onto the back of the villain. The bull rolled his shoulders, and the next blow connected, a vicious elbow to the wolf's midsection that lifted him into the air for a moment, giving Beeftip the chance to punch him once, twice, and with a bellow, bring both hands round in a double fisted uppercut that threw the wolf across the room.

Beeftip bellowed this time as he charged, fury building inside him, his vision growing black. The could feel his strength growing, feel the strange energy that powered him, that made him immune to bullets and stronger than any bull ever had been, stirring deep inside. Beeftip's vision swam, and he lost all control of himself, the blackness taking him. The last thing he saw was DragonFang looking up at him as the Iron Bull came in for the kill.

***

Beeftip woke slowly into darkness. He could numbly feel his arms were bound above him by metal cuffs around his wrists, and the tingling pinpricks in his fingertips told him they had been chained above his head for some time. His back was pressed against something hard, but his lower half was resting on something soft and warm.

Shit, the bull snorted. I'm chained up in a bed somewhere, with a tightly bound blindfold over my eyes... I guess things didn't go so well for my bad side.

There was the click of a light switch, and there was soft golden glow of light behind the blindfold. The bull strained against the restraints, and was shocked when the metal didn't give way easily. He felt pressure on his chest as two paws pressed down, forcing his back against the headboard behind him. "Don't. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself before we have our fun."

"Damn you," the bull huffed, his muscles straining at the sound of DragonFang's voice. "You just had to get involved, didn't ya? Fuck you Dragon- aah!" The bull gasped as a paw grabbed his balls, rubbing the big bull's black furred nuts.

"Now now, play nice. I already had to beat the shadow out of you once today."

The bull rumbled in anger, but relaxed anyways. After all, there was a hand stroking his dick. You didn't try and punch somebody who wakes you up with a hand job. The sound of spandex cloth be removed made the bull smirk. Or maybe more.

The idea behind Beeftip and DragonFang was that they used to be friends, until something happened to them both which made Beef evil, and in turn gave DragonFang his own powers. Some kind of shadow lives inside the bull now, growing untill it takes control of him. Beeftip's balls grow larger as this happens, and he becomes an impulsive and easy to enrage.

Not good when you're near indestructible and super-strong.

Only sex can sooth the savage beast, so DragonFang and Beeftip fight once a year, with the winner deciding how they have enough sex the night afterwards to wring all the darkness right out of the bull's balls.

What? I never said all my ideas were classic literature.
-Teiran