(Huniepop x OC) He's Him and I'm Me

Gotta Have Tough Skin

  Bailey grabbed her opponent's arm, suddenly turning around, and slamming him down into the floor. The fighters who were watching all winced. "Let that be a lesson to ya, you meat-heads! I hear you talking shit about this pup, I won't hesitate to rough you guys up." She hopped out of the ring and patted Nine on the head. He was about to flinch but then looked up from the bench. "C'mon, kid. I gotta get in the ring in a minute."

"A-Ai, ma'am!" he answered, promptly following the hybrid out the gym. "'Ow'd you that? I've never seen anyone flip Number Twelve like that."

"My old trainer gave me shit tons of drugs to improve my strength. So now I can fight people about... fifty times my own weight? That's just an estimate."

"That's incredible!" Nine gasped. "You think you can 'elp me sometime?"

Bailey felt her watch buzz as they got to the ring. She tightened her muzzle and took in a deep breath. She slipped off her bag and handed it to Nine. "I'm trusting you with my stuff, okay?"

Nine stared in astonishment. "R-Really?!" His tail swished excitedly as he clung to the bag. His blue eyes were filled with joy.

She nodded with a light laugh. "Yeah." She jumped over the railing and into the ring. The referee went up to her.

"Hey. This is an adult fight. You gotta leave the ring."

"I'm White Fang, one of the fighters."

They froze and looked over her. "No way. You're tiny."

"Number 26." She showed them her foot and collar.

The referee sighed and got his megaphone. Bailey got in her corner, shifting into her feral form. Her binder and shorts merged into her skin and her fur grew out. She looked around. The crowd was big but not too bad.

The referee cleared his throat as he climbed up a ladder into a chair. "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, FOLKS!? We got an oldie but a goodie, you thought you'd never see her again; Whiiiiite... FANG!"

The audience was silent. They were shocked at how small she was.

"That RUNT is White Fang?! PFFFT HAH!"

"No way. That's just another kid poser!"

The boos and outcries only fueled her anger. She just couldn't wait to prove them wrong. She took in a deep breath as her white fur bristled. Her claws flexed into the cold pavement. She heard the low grunts of her opponent.

"If this little lassie really thinks she's White Fang, let's see her go against our classic, the giant pork himself; Blood Shot!"

Someone from the crowd jumped into the air and slammed down, making the pavement around him crack. Bailey stood up on fours. Pure red eyes, a wereboar with very little hair, and he was only able to walk on fours, seeing he only had three fingers. The crowd cheered and the referee shouted for them to start. Blood Shot snorted as he looked around, letting out a squeal as he charged forward. Bailey did the same, knowing exactly how to end the fight. She stopped midcharge to grab him by the tusks. They both were pushing to slam each other, but Bailey suddenly gripped Blood Shot's snout.

The wereboar squealed out in pain as it tried to shake her off, only for her claws to pierce through, ripping out his nose. He bled out and attempted to stand up to body slam her. However, Bailey struck him against the chest once and he flew across the ring. The tiles against the wall shattered against Blood Shot's spine, digging into his tough hide. He fell forward, about to shake off the broken pieces. Only for his jaw to get kicked up by Bailey, completely knocking him out.