Saturday, December 31, 2016

Ashley's Carnival

another fresh one in the Ashley's College series for a story of humiliating beatdowns

The college campus ran what was technically called their Summerfest, but at that time of year, the students all just knew it as "the fair." Ashley and her girlfriends had been excited to go with a lot of excess budget saved up from their bakery. It was all a short walk off-campus, with a full blown carnival's affects rented out. Rides, snack stands, games and shows were all over the grounds. It was the few days before the event when Ashley started to get the emails.


"We'd like to cooperate with you and your bakery for a charitable little event. With the fair already going on and always looking for acts, we thought we could provide a sort of wrestling show for the fans. We can set up a ring and seats, and ask a donation for the local charities in the community for the closer seats. Of course, it will be in the open air, so everyone can see. I attached a lineup I think you'll be able to agree to:
Rnd 1: Samantha vs Gabby in a boxing match.
Rnd 2: Ashley vs Amber in wrestling
Rnd 3: Kimmy vs Megan.
Let me know if it sounds like fun! Do hope to see you all there!
Lots of love, Megan"


Megan and her friends were at it again. The email was thinly veiled as a polite invitation, even if it was clearly a challenge to her old enemies. Ash called Samantha and Kimmy together to talk it over.

"Charity event?" Samantha asked skeptically as she pulled the email up on her phone. She lounged back in Ashley's bed while Kim and their unofficial leader sat on the chairs of the dorm room.

"They want to sell tickets to go towards the fair and local causes. You know: like the car wash," Ashley pointed out for emphasis.

Samantha nodded at the cue. "Yea, so payback. They're not doing it for the charity, they just want a crowd for it."

Kimmy leaned back over her chair from her laptop. "Yea, but why? We beat their butts last time. Even I got a piece of them."

"You got a piece of ALL of them, Kimmy," Ashley laughed, getting their smaller friend to blush. "You got enough pieces of them to make a whole other bully out of them."

Samantha nodded but moved on. "They must have some kind of trick in mind to fix the fights. Like how they did with that boxing match with Amber. Otherwise they wouldn't go this big and this public."

Kimmy jerked a thumb at the laptop's screen. "Well, they did put Amber up against Ashley. She wasn't even in the businesses last time, but they obviously wanted to put their best against our best. They're definitely putting through into this."

"I noticed," Ashley frowned. "And they're only putting in one-on-one matches. Doesn't sound like their style."

"So the rest of them must be pulling tricks," Samantha pointed out. She paused for a moment as they all thought about it, then looked at the other girls. "We're not really thinking about walking right into this setup, are we?"

"I mean... yea," Ashley said with a slowly growing grin.

"Oh good!" Samantha sighed. "I was too."

The girls all laughed as Kimmy pulled up a  simple spreadsheet. "I can make sure our doses on the formula are all up to date. My last batch I took has even longer lasting effects than yours, so we can update your dosage."

"Sounds good," Ashley confirmed. "I guess just make sure you're all rested up. The fair's gonna be more fun than ever this year."



The day of the fair was all it had promised to be. Music and games and food everywhere, but the girls from the bakery weren't ready to enjoy them just yet. They dressed in some simple gym clothes, because no matter how the email had pitched it, this would be a very real brawl. They wore sports bras under comfortable tank tops and snug shorts, coordinating to all wear matching sets of purple tops and and pink shorts. They had a small tent to get changed and wait for the show to start, just a few hundred yards from the full fledged wrestling/boxing ring that Megan had provided for the match. It was surrounded by lined up folding chairs, and people were already piling in as they stuffed cash into the donations box.

Some pop music came on as the first girls were cued by a few of the volunteers. Samantha came out, the bustiest of the three girls clad in her boxing outfit complete with a pair of light purple gloves. She pumped her fists over her head, the locals cheering on the famous coed, as well as the bit of jiggle that came from her chest as she played to the crowd.

Gabriella came out, the girl getting a slightly lesser response. Her bad attitude was becoming more and more known, but it didn't change the fact that she had a toned and killer ass. She was with her sister Natasha, who carried a towel and bucket with her as if to act as a coach, but Samantha couldn't help seeing through the ruse of her being there to help her sister in some underhanded way. Gabby was clad in a low-cut tank top that sank deep into her cleavage, and a pair of shorts that hung on tightly to her body and rode low enough for her thong to peek out over its edge.

"So they finally sent in the clowns," Samantha grinned.

"Oh, ha ha," Natasha sneered back. Any pretense of their friendly sporting event was gone from both sides before they'd even entered the ring. The two had already laced up their gloves back in their tents, Samantha thumping hers together readily. The whole thing wasn't formal enough to bother with rounds or even a referee, just so long as the gloves stayed on. Even then, who was going to stop them?

The bell was rung by one of the volunteers who was willing to do some light setup work in exchange for a front row seat. Samantha came out with her dukes up while Gabriella came out with a bounce in her step, although it was one that seemed to be solely to show off her perky ass some more. Samantha wait her out, which didn't take long before Gabby threw a quick cross at the bigger girl's head.

Samantha was more than ready, stopping the punch short and throwing a sharp jab into Gabby's chest. The grunted and staggered back, but Samantha was mostly proud of not having to hit her in the gut. She imagined that Gabriella would have just taken some weird kind of satisfaction from the excuse to bend over and show off her ass again.

Gabriella put up her fists as well, but Samantha had little trouble getting around her. She had learned to fight and wrestle from her brother, so between that and the serum, she was outmaneuvering Gabby at every turn. Gabriella finally managed to back away and adjust her top as she stared Sam down. She thought it was a weird thing to focus on, not thinking that it was a signal to her sister. When Samantha moved in to try to finish off Gabby, Natasha took one of her water bottles, loosened the cap and rolled it out under Samantha's feet.

The big blonde yelped as it cracked underfoot, sending her stumbling to one knee. Gabriella quickly pressed the attack, the crowd booing at she swung like wild to bash her gloves against Samantha's head. She winced, but stayed in her kneeling position in the puddle of water as she raised her gloves to soak up the punches in place of her face.

Gabby pressed her attack relentlessly, which Samantha knew would be the smart move if the bully weren't so outclassed. As soon as she found an opening, Sam sent two jab rocketing into Gabriella's stomach. Gabby gave a comically huge gasp and bent over, the thong poking out over her booty shorts as her ass thrust out behind her. Samantha sood back up while she slugged her in the chin with an uppercut. Gabriella flew off her feet in a clumsy mess, the crowd starting to count her out. Samantha stepped back to give her space to breathe, but smirked at the sorry state she was in. Sam had broken a sweat, but Gabriella was struggling just to stand back up after those few hard hits.

Gabriella had to hold onto the ropes just to get to her knees and getting the crowd to stop the count at eight. Samantha waited for her to get back up before resuming her breating, but Gabby surprised her by charging while she was still on her knees. She tackled Sam around the waist, trying to drag her down but doing nothing more than pulling down her boxing shorts a bit. A few catcalls went up for the flash of Samantha's panties, but she drove a knee up into Gabby's chest to stop her attempt at a dirty comeback.

Sam fell back on her knees and clutched her aching chest. She took a clumsy swing at Sam, but she shoved Gabby's glove away and grabbed the bully by the back of her top. Sam pulled the top forward to bend Gabby back over, sticking her ass out once again. She couldn't help herself as she started to smack her gloved hand against Gabby's ass. Gabriella shrieked and flailed her arms uselessly as the crowd laughed at her, Sam casually using the distraction to pull her own shorts back up.

Considering that bit of payback, Samantha pulled down on Gabriella's shorts to show off her thong even more than she had been planning. "Nooo! No no stop!" Gabby pleaded, essentially reduced to her underwear in front of the crowd of fellow students. "You have no idea how fun this is!" Sam laughed. "But I imagine half the boys at this school do, you little skank." Samantha paddled her ass bright red until Gabby finally pulled hard enough to flop right out of her top, leaving her in just her underwear and the shorts hanging past her knees. She tried to scramble for the ropes, but Samantha caught her by the hair and pulled her back upright. Sam pummeled her silly before leaning her over the ropes. Gabriella was clearly out of it as her arms draped over the top rope, her boobs and rack on display for the student body.

Sam turned to kneeing her in the stomach again, but Natasha intervened once again as she grabbed Sam by the foot to stop her next knee. She pulled on it, intent on dragging Samantha out of the ring for some interference, but the bigger girl didn't budge. Sam kicked back at her, tagging Tasha in the tits and sending her stumbling over backward and tripping over her chair in a heap on the grass. Sam brought her leg right back up into Gabby's tits, sending her flying back into the ring. She staggered to stay upright, just for Samantha to move in after her and clobber her with a hard right cross. Gabriella spun all the way way like a drunken ballerina before she flopped to the mats out cold. The crowd merrily counted her out for ten as out as she didn't even twitch, Samantha waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to the fans with her gloves.

Once the sisters were dragged back out of the ring, Ashley and Amber were the next fight. They were lined up to be wrestling rather than boxing, just to give the fans some variety, though neither was especially trained in anything too fancy. Ashley came out in shorts and a sleeveless tee, waving casually to the fans. She got a huge round of cheers and applause, practically a celebrity on campus after all she'd gone through with this band of bullies.

Amber glared back at her, the thick and busty blonde wearing red shorts with a black top that looked tight and small enough to pass for a stylized sports bra. She had been out of Ashley's hair for some time now. Ash had thought she'd scared her off at last, but by the look on her face, Amber had either forgotten about her last beatings or had some confidence in how hard she had been hitting the gym lately.

Then again, it could be that Amber had Bunny and Kasey in her corner. Ashley had seen Samantha's fight, and knew she would have to keep an eye on them as best she could without losing track of her opponent.

"No more lucky shots," Amber said with a scowl at Ashley.

"You still think this is all luck?" Ashley chuckled back. "Well, let's see if you can be the lucky one this time around."

The bell rang again and the girls circled in towards each other. Amber grabbed for Ashley first, the bigger girl trying to power her to the mats. Ashley planted her feet and stayed up by her leg strength alone against the better-trained fighter. When it seemed to sink into Amber's thick head that she wasn't budging, Ashley swept her leg under Amber's and tripped her right to the mats. The crowd cheered the first takedown, but Amber rolled to her knees before Ashley could try to pin her. Ashley was in no real hurry anyway, letting her get up again.

"Too slow," Ashley noted with a smile. "Maybe if you lost a little more up here you could keep up." Ashley reached out and slapped Amber across her big proud breasts, making the already embarrassed boxer blush.

"I'm done messing with you," Amber growled, grabbing for Ashley's hair for a quick, cheap handle to bring her down. Ashley caught her arm easily and ducked forward, standing back up with Amber slung over her shoulder as the crowd went wild. Ashley gave a quick twirl as Amber screamed helplessly before she was dumped back onto the mats. The thicker blonde rolled towards the ropes to regroup, but as Ashley followed her to toy with her some more, Kasey grabbed onto her ankle from beneath the ropes. Ash froze in her tracks as she pulled against Kasey's hand, her leg proving stronger than the rest of the bully's body and thumping her breast against the ring apron.

Ashley wasn't expecting Bunny to catch her by the other leg, pulling sharply enough to trip her to the mats. Amber threw herself on top of her, just as Ashley managed to shoot her foot out and kick Bunny in the head. Amber grabbed Ashley by the leg and tried to trap her in a pin, but Ashley caught Amber by one arm and one leg, hurling her back off. Amber bounced off the mats as she landed on her breasts, groaning and holding on her her chest. Ashley got up again and grabbed Amber by the ankles, dragging her across the ring into the far corner. Amber let out some pained shrieks as her breasts were dragged across the mats, but the landing had knocked the wind out of her too much to fight back.

Ashley lifted her up once again, Amber giving a few panicked pleas of "Please, no! Stop!" Ash ignored her just like they had so many times in harassing her in her earlier encounters with them, propping Amber's ass up on the middle turnbuckle. She hooked Amber's legs over the ropes and started to unleash a barrage of speeding slaps and punches to Amber's breasts and face, knocking her around like a busty blonde punching bag. Amber just grunted and flopped weakly throughout the whole thing, the crowd trying to keep count out loud for Ashley. She appreciated it, even if they were losing count from just how fast she was hitting.

Ash finally took Amber by the armpits and threw her back into the ring. She was sent flipping over Amber's head and slammed onto her back, staring witlessly up at the sky and barely registering Ashley laying across her for a pin. Bunny and Kasey both hurried into the ring, leaning under the ropes and pulling on Ashley's legs again. Ash still held onto Amber, barely budging from their weaker struggles before she kicked the interfering girls in the chests, sending them flying back and letting the crowd finish the 3-count pin as she slapped the mats.

The bell rang again and Ashley stood up, lifting Amber with her. "Here, she's done!" she called over the ropes where Bunny and Kasey were just starting to get back to their feet. They gave a quick shriek before Ashley threw Amber over the ropes at them, smacking into them as they landed in a heap on the mats around the ring. They struggled to get out from under their heavier busty cohort as Ashley laughed and helped herself out of the ring.


Kimmy took a deep breath as Ashley came back into their tent. "You doin' alright?" Ashley asked.

"Yea, it's just my first real like... match, you know?" Kimmy said with a mousey smile.

"Oh yea. It's the first time you're officially in a ring for something," Sam noted. "But you're still full of serum, right? You can take it."

"Oh, it's not that," Kimmy smiled, pushing up her glasses with her boxing gloves. "It's just a lot of people watching. Hope I don't get stagefright." The girls laughed and Ashley took Kimmy's glasses to hold them for her before the music came on to introduce Kimmy.

Kim came out with her pink gloves and orange sleeveless shirt over her sneakers and white shorts. She blushed as she waved the gloved hands to the crowd and shimmied cutely into the ring under the ropes.

Megan came out next in her pink shorts and tanktop, both a mixed pattern of pink and black. The top was modified into a v-neck sort of look, showing off her cleavage even further. It was no doubt some effort by her mother, "Double D" Debbie that walked along right behind her. She had an even tighter matching top and shorts, still upstaging her own daughter as they drew their share of catcalls from the audience mocking the bullies or complimenting their looks.

"Hey there, Velma," Megan smirked dismissively. "I don't know what your friends told you, but you're not winning this. You're a talentless little spaz who got lucky, and I've actually had boxing lessons. You're leavin' this ring in a stretcher."

Kimmy seemed unshaken by the threat and knocked her gloves together casually. "Yea? Well I'm more prone to believe them over you. What's this, like six times you've lost to Ashley and us now?"

Megan just growled and waved at the bell boy, who sounded the start of the fight. Megan came out a bit quicker, since Kimmy's short build still kept her legs only able to reach so far. Megan was able to strike first, trying to use her reach advantage. Kimmy still zipped around her punches, her small size and minimal experience making her more built for dodging than blocking.

Still, that seemed to be working perfectly well against Megan. Kimmy didn't know how to fight, but she knew basic physics and logic. For every swing that Megan threw and missed, it just sapped that much more energy out of her. Before too long, the aggressive Megan was sweating more heavily than Kimmy was. This made her easy picking for Kimmy to dart in, pelt her head with a quick one-two, the zip back out before Megan really knew she was there.

Megan quickly got frustrated with her, trying to grab Kimmy with a bearhug. Kimmy just ducked under and pulled back, letting Megan stumble clumsily past her. When she turned back, Kimmy unleashed a quick barrage of punches, the leather gloves smacking rapidly into Megan's breasts and bouncing them around in her top.

Megan shouted in pain and frustration, shoving Kimmy back with both of her own gloves. Kimmy staggered a few paces back, unharmed until suddenly Debbie climbed onto the ring apron. She grabbed Kimmy by her hair, the geeky girl shrieking as she held her back by it.

"Get her, baby!" Debbie encouraged as Megan moved in for the kill. Kimmy shook one of her arms, managing to pull off one of her boxing gloves. She reached up and squeezed her fingers into Debbie's wrist. The chesty milf shrieked and let go, allowing Kimmy to slip aside at the last moment and letting Megan punch her mother right in the stomach instead. Debbie grunted and stumbled back off the ring apron, though Megan didn't feel bad for Debbie as much she regretted giving Kimmy another opening.

Kimmy grabbed Megan by the hair and shoved her towards the ropes after her mother. Megan managed to catch her gloves on the ropes, but she was still clumsily dangling over the edge of the ring with her ass up in the air. Kimmy pulled down her opponent's shorts with her free hand, getting a big cheer from the crowd as Megan's pantie-clad ass was revealed. Megan grabbed at them clumsily, but the gloves made it too awkward to pull her shorts back up.

Kimmy spanked the "palm" of her boxing glove against Megan's ass with loud whacking sounds. Megan kicked and squealed painfully as the super strong paddling brought tears to her eyes, especially at the hands of the young scientist. Kimmy soon turned it to her bare hand with the same treatment, spanking Megan silly before finally pulling on the rope she was stuck on. It slingshotted Megan back into the rang, landing flat on her back and rubbing her sore rear.

Megan tried to crawl away as Kimmy came back for her, but the once mousey girl caught up to her easily enough. Kimmy shook off her last glove and grabbed Megan by the ankle, backpedaling quickly so that Megan's breasts dragged over the mats. The head bully shrieked as it not only rubbed the mat painfully over her boobs, but the uneven friction pulled up on her top and bared her chest to the crowd. The fellow students laughed at her expense before Kimmy finally stopped the rough ride. She braced a foot on Megan's back and grabbed her arms instead, pulling back on them to stretch out the bully's back as well as thrust out her freshly bared chest for the continued hooting of the crowd.

Megan screamed as she was humiliated in the hold, but Kimmy shouted over it. "You give?!" she offered.

Megan nodded rapidly. "Yes! Yes! Stop!"

Kimmy let her go, the bell ringing again and the crowd cheering. Debbie had gotten back up from her fall, dusting herself off as she approached the ring. "Don't get cocky, you little twerp!" she huffed, getting Kimmy's attention (even if she was still just smiling proudly and brushing off her insults). "You think doping up you and your friends makes you tough? Well I'll have you know that what it really takes is hard work, more money than you'll EVER have, and... a little creative rule bending."

Kimmy heard Megan get up and charge her from behind, not falling for Debbie's distraction. Kimmy took a step aside and stuck out her leg, letting the nearly-topless Megan trip over her foot and stumble into the ropes. She bounced back towards Kimmy, staggering out of control as Kimmy threw one quick jab into her face that dropped Megan out cold on the mats.

The trio of girls regrouped in their tent, all victorious and laughing as they rested, drank and compared their fights. "You should have seen Megan's face, Kim. Totally the fight of the night," Ashley praised, tapping their water bottles together in a mock-toast.

"I couldn't have. It's way too hard to spank someone when you're right in front of their face," Kimmy giggled back.

Then came a knock from one of the posts outside the tent. Ashley poked her head out to find the aide/bell boy from the match looking at her uncertainly. "I thought you girls might wanna see this." He nodded across the quad, where the helpers were taking down the wrestling ring. Beyond that, Megan and her group, back in more or less working order (at least they were all walking under their own power) and marching towards Ashley's tent. She sighed and thanked the guy for the heads up before turning back into the tent.

"Come on, girls. They don't give up that easy," Ashley called to them.

Samantha shrugged and capped off her water bottle, setting it aside for later. "Then let's go make sure they don't feel like getting up again."

Megan led her crew in an angry march towards their tent as Ashley and the girls stepped out. “You really just don’t learn, do you?”

"What we've learned is we're tired of being humiliated by a bunch of juiced up freaks like you," Debbie huffed, fists clenched at her sides.

"Then stop thinking you can beat us," Samantha said with a snorting laugh. "You're the ones picking the fights."

"Well we're about to pick one more," Bunny growled as the band of bullies rushed at the three empowered girls. The trio of friends were plenty ready for them. Ashley easily dodged an attempted slap from Natasha, shoving her hard enough to send her stumbling backward. Her back hit the glass side of the nearby dunk tank that was also taking advantage of the open space near the ring. Megan got Ashley by the hair a moment after, but Ash caught her by the leg and lifted her off her feet before throwing her back down onto the grass. She stepped onto her stomach, getting a bit grunt from Megan as she flopped and Ash pursued the dazed Natasha.

Kimmy stopped Gabriella short with a quick kick in the stomach, winding her while she turned to block Kasey's punch in an act of more raw speed than skill. She tripped Kasey with a sweep of her stronger leg, but Amber came at her with a clenched fist. It was probably from her looking like the easiest target again, even if that was definitely not the case anymore. Amber had barely started her blow when Kimmy had already dipped out of its path and punched her squarely in the breast. Amber gave a quick shout as she clutched her pained and jiggling chest, but Kimmy pursued her and hit her with a few more slaps and hits to the breast until she toppled over backward. She'd tripped over a big wooden mallet, which Kimmy quickly and easily picked up for herself.

"I always wanted to try using one of these," Kimmy noted, raising it over her head.

"What?! Wait, no!" Amber pleaded, but Kimmy kicked out a foot to knock her back some more. She felt her ass land on the base of one of those test of strength carnival games, the people having stepped away to let Kimmy take her swing. The empowered hammer blow smacked into one end of the springboard, smacking the other into Amber's ass. She yelped as she jumped and the small metal weight shot up, rang the bell over her head, and then zipped back down to bounce off of the blonde boxer's head.

Sam shoved Bunny back into a abandoned hot dog cart, the aluminum stand rocking as she tried to hold herself up against it. Samantha marched right after her and opened up the lid, dunking the bully's head into the cooled but still strong-smelling water inside. Bunny thrashed wildly, spitting up bubbles from inside as Samantha held her under. Debbie swung both her fists into her back, stunning but not really hurting the tougher coed. She spun around and slapped Debbie across the face, sending her spinning and staggering towards Ashley's bunch and the carnival games. Debbie had second thoughts now that Samantha was gunning for her (and with Bunny too busy coughing and gagging on hotdog water), so she tried to make a break for it. Samantha just tripped her and braced a foot on top of Debbie's bulging breasts, grabbing the water gun from the nearby game. It was attached to a long hose to provide plenty of water, and the owner just grinned and switched it on. Debbie shrieked at the top of her lungs as Samantha blasted the powerful squirt gun into her, making her shirt see-through on top of the stinging pain and ruining of her makeup.

Ashley grabbed the stumbling Natasha by her collar, forcing her up the short steps to the dunk tank. She tossed her the last step onto the platform where the "victim" usually sat. "No! No don't!" Natasha kicked and tried to wriggle back off, but Ash gave her a quick punch to the face that knocked her silly. She took some of the plastic tape they used to rope off the event while it wasn't being used and bound Natasha's hands behind her back.

"Come on. It's a fair. Have some fun." Ashley grinned, yanking down Natasha's pants to expose her ass and banging her fist into the target, kicking the platform out from under Natasha and sending her splashing down into the water. She popped back up, sputtering helplessly in her soaking wet clothes.

"Help! I can't swim!" she babbled.

"Then stand up! It's not that deep!" Ashley laughed at her along with the watching crowd as she struggled to keep her footing in her beaten panic. Megan came charging back at her as she regained her own senses, Ashley stepping back to casually dodge a furious punch from her biggest rival. Megan threw a kick at her stomach, but Ashley caught it and twisted totoss  Megan behind her. She rolled until she smacked into something smooth, and when she looked up, she was thought she was seeing double... or triple? Ashley had knocked her right into the funhouse and its hall of mirrors.

Kasey and Gabby tried to attack Kimmy together, but her speed was keeping her well ahead of their attacks to block or dodge them. Kimmy caught Kasey's punch in her palm, pulling her closer and kneeing her in the gut. Kasey fell to her knees clutching her stomach, just for Kimmy to give her a quick headbutt that knocked her flat on her back. Gabriella rushed at her, but Kimmy gave her a sharp elbow to the chin that sent her staggering back and falling to the ground. Kimmy grabbed the groaning Gabriella, turning to the little merry-go-round beside her. She lifted Gabby up with a wedgie that drove the thong up her ass, hooking the panties on the head of one of the horses like a safety harness and draping her over its back before the ride went into motion, forcing her to grunt as she was bobbed up and down on the prancing plastic pony.

Kimmy turned back right as Kasey punched her across the face, getting Kim to wince but only stumble a step back. "Ow," she noted calmly, as if acknowledging that she was hit more than actually hurt. Kasey went pale and tried to run for it, and Kimmy let her... before kicking her in the ass to send her stumbling out of control. Kasey bumped into the front of another of the game booths, holding onto it for balance. Kimmy just grabbed her by the leg and pushed her the rest of the way over, flipping her right into the game's booth as the owner stepped aside with an amused smile.

"Here," Kimmy said, slapping ten bucks on the table. "Load me up, please." Even when she was sounding badass, she was polite and adorable. The owner grinned and handed over a small rifle, with Kasey standing back up dizzily and not realizing she was right in front of a number of brightly-colored bullseyes. Her eyes widened to see Kimmy pointing the weapon at her, shrieking and trying to run, only to find no back exit to the booth. She was suddenly pelted with a series of popping noises and stinging sensations all over her body: the cork gun was certainly nothing lethal, but it had to have some punch if it was to knock anything over, hitting like a concentrated little punch. Kasey was too busy trying to shield her face, so Kimmy had a fun time blasting her in the boobs and trying to let the corks rebound and pile up in her cleavage, to the delight of the onlookers and owner alike.

Megan raised her fists to try to block Ashley's incoming punch, but she was too panicked and dazed to realize she was blocking one of the mirrors. Ashley socked her in the cheek instead of head on, making her stumble and smack into another mirror. Ashley slugged her in the stomach when she was on the rebound, dodging aside when Megan took a wild swing at her and hit one of the thick mirrors instead. Megan squealed in pain and held her fist. "Fight fair, you little shit!" she hissed, just for Ashley to shove her in the chest. She went flying back and tumbled down the short ramp into the grass again, Ashley hold out her hands in an unspoken challenge.

"Fair enough fight for you now?" Ashley asked. "After all your cheating and dirty fighting, you want it fair now? I guess all's fair at the fair, huh?" Megan's face went red, looking over to see her variously beaten and trapped friends. Samantha had Debbie tied up with one of the water hoses, her big, wet tits bouncing with her heavy breaths.

"I can still beat you! You're the loser! You're the geek who can't do shit, like you never could."

Ashley just folded her arms and stared at her, unfazed by the insults. She'd gotten over it all a long time ago and come to terms with what she was, serum or not. Megan clearly had not. Her lack of response was even worse as Megan found her taunts useless, charging in a frenzy. One quick jab to the face was all it took to put Megan down in a heap on the grass.

"Well, hope you all enjoyed the rematch," Ashley called to the crowd, who laughed and applauded the beating of the bullies. "Now what to do with them...?"

"We could get them in the carnival spirit," Samantha offered, walking over to meet up with her since her opponents were all bound up.

They swapped some quick ideas before they arranged their deal with a few of the vendors. The girls were stripped down to just their and panties and each tossed into one of the carts on the ferris wheel. Kimmy, Samantha and Ashley borrowed some supplies from the snack bars to keep whipping up pie tins full of whipped cream while the ferris wheel did its rotation. The students were happy to pay a few dollars each to get a pie, stop the ferris wheel with a random bully inside, and toss the messy projectile to splatter over their face and tits with a big white mess. The line for "Cream pie the bully!" was huge, people circling back in a "catch em all" kind of attraction to try to cream of the them in the comically humiliating roulette. When they were finally shamed enough to go fleeing back to their dorms, Ashley saw that all of the money went back to the vendors and the school, of course, but the laughs were all theirs.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Female Punch Out! : The Adventures of Lil Maxine

something I was toying with on and off between commissions. Basically just a genderswapped version of the Punch Out games. Little foxy boxer taking on bigger foes. No idea when or if I'll pick this back up, but it's fun and easy to write.





Lily Maxine Walters was a hard-working sort of girl. Being raised as a lower class girl in New York City, her parents had always pressed a few important lessons on her. You always kept your pride, you always worked hard,  and most of all, you took no bullshit from others and protected what was yours. It was how she had ended up working at the strip club, after all. She was short,  packing nothing more than a B cup throughout her life, and with boyishly-short black hair, but she was athletic all through high school, so she could pull off some of the more complicated moves on the pole. "The Arcade" was on the level and treated its girls right, keeping the men from getting too handsy and still making decent money. Heck, it was in a nicer part of town than where Lily lived herself.

But every few weeks, The Arcade had its foxy boxing night, and it was Lily's absolute favorite. They set up a cheap ring in the middle of the strip club, gave them oversized boxing gloves, and oiled up the girls. Sometimes they'd throw a little mud to mix it up, but there was always some boxing lately. Now, Lily was generally appreciated by the other girls, standing up for them when necessary and generally described as "cute" rather than any kind of a threat towards taking their customers.

But woe onto the girl who got stuck with Lily on these nights. Lily was an absolute machine in the ring, hitting the other girls so hard and fast it seemed like it didn't matter that she was wearing gloves at all. Thicker and bustier girls, even if they knew how to defend themselves, were never a match for Lily as she sped around them, pounding in their boobs and sides before smashing them down with a massive uppercut. The manager was too amused by the whole thing to tell her to stop, and by a few events in, Lily was beating them two at a time. She was the main draw for the night, and the staff knew that fight night was Lily's night.

That was when she met Louise Dawson. She was a busty, business-like woman who showed up to The Arcade once in awhile. She had dark skin and straight, dark hair, and Lily often found her eying her but never asking for a dance or anything particular, just drinking and talking with the other girls. It wasn't anything new to Lily to be stared at but not be hit on; depending who you asked, she was a "squirt," "runt," "butch," "tomboy," or "muscle dyke." She had a pretty enough face, but the boyish looks, small chest, and standing a flat 5' nothing didn't really make friends with looks alone.

One day, Louise waved her over. Lily wondered why that night when there wasn't even a fight tonight (sometimes the folks wanted a photo-op with the club champ after she'd won a match), but approached in her low-cut tank top and booty shorts with the thong sticking out the back (it was all they had that fit her there).

"They call me Doc," Louise said, offering a hand. Lily looked at it warily before she shook back.

"Lily," she replied simply. She wasn't rude, really, she just didn't... people. She wasn't a charmer by nature so much as she was a shit-talker, and she had to reel that in most nights she worked here. "Why do they call you Doc?"

"Because I'm a doctor. Or I was. Sort of. The short version is, I'm interested in you."

"It's forty for a dance, fift-"

"No, I don't mean this place. I mean you!" Louise grabbed Lily's hand in both of hers.

A minute or so later, the bouncer helped Louise back up and had some ice on her black eye. She was still laughing while Lily blushed. "That's coming out of my pay," Lily muttered.

"Nah, forget about it," Louise assured. "What I mean is, I've seen you fight. I've seen girls almost twice your size that can't hit as hard as you can with those kid's gloves on. Did you ever think about going pro?"

"Pro what?"

"Pro boxer! I saw a lot of head injuries in my day, and a lot of them from the local arena. It got to a point where I was watching the fight every night so I could see who would be coming in next. So believe me when I know a good boxer when I see one, and you look like you’ve got it."

"Not really..."

"Not really what?"

"No, I didn't think about it," Lily admitted. "It's just for fun, right?"

"Ever hear the term 'for fun and profit?' There's good money in fighting."

"Consider it tips for the concussions," Lily smirked slightly.

"Ha! I like you, girl. Tell you what!" She reached into her suit pocket and unfolded a flier.  It had about as much production quality as a missing pet poster, but there was a pretty clear message to it; $10,000 to the winner of the amateur boxing tournament.

"Don't I need to like... practice or something?" Lily asked.

"I got a gym membership!" Doc smiled, more proudly than she should.

"I don't... people," Lily urged back.

"I'm great at people," Doc beamed wider. "Talking to 'em, fixing 'em up, getting them to do what you want..."

Lily scratched her head. "What's in it for you?"

"How's ten percent sound?" Doc offered with a grin.

"Ten?" Lily frowned and folded her arms. "You get a thousand dollars for a gym membership and showing me a poster, while I get 9K to get punched in the head? How's that fair?"

Doc laughed again. "You can do math! Great! That puts you ahead of half the lady boxers I know! But this is more than just money! This is a chance to break into the big leagues! Bet you didn't even know there was a foxy boxing world championship."

Lily paused and looked down at the poster. "Wait, really?"

"Girl, there's a pillow fighting championship! The world's always been into fighting and sex always sells, and now they've finally figured out they can combine fighting with sexy! If you make a big enough splash on this one, I think I can get us into the big time and show everyone you're the toughest little Lily around."

Lily had to admit it was tempting. She waved over to Daisy. "Hey, tell the boss I'm taking my break here," she called over, sitting down by the pleased-looking black woman.

So there they were. Doc did a surprisingly good job as her trainer and manager. She worked with her at the gym the whole time, giving her a few pointers here and there but mostly, Lily just plain knew what she was doing. By the time the amateur tournament came around, Lily felt more than ready. Doc met with her the day before at a celebratory dinner at the diner on the corner, handing off the brackets for the fight.

"...Doc?"

"Yea, Lily?" she asked, quickly thanking the waitress as she took the slice of pie she ordered for an appetizer. Lily never figured out where she put it all, unless it went right to Doc's tits.

"You misspelled my name."

"What? Nah, it's fine."

"Doc!" Lily spun the sheet around, showing her entry listing: Lil' Max. "I sound like a Little Rascal, not a boxer!"

Doc avoided eye contact, though that might have just been her attention on the pie. "Well, you should see the size of some of these girls. I don't know if anyone's told you, but..."

"Yes," Lily cut in bluntly. "I'm short. I know."

"Good! Like the fire in ya, kid. Use it tomorrow." Lily frowned and wound up as if to hit her manager, who finally cringed. "I'll have em fix it! I'll email 'em right now! Easy, champ!" Lily sighed and slumped back into her booth before digging into her burger, the glory of her "cheat day."


Lily showed up to the rented out arena. There was a pretty big crowd, assuring Lily that Doc had been right; there really WAS a crowd for this kind of sport. The rules had required that none of the women had any experience on a professional level, and Doc assured her that The Arcade didn't count.

Lily came out to her first round in her pink hooded robe and minty green boxing gloves. She wore short shorts and the snug but low-cut tanktop she wore to most of her fights at the club that met the tournament's regulations. Doc was with her as she approached the ring, and while she was met with mostly applause and cheers, Lily still felt like the few laughs at her stuck out the most. She blushed under her hood while Doc held open the ropes for her and took off the robe as the lean young boxer bounced on her boots and took a few deep breaths as she jabbed at the air.

Her opponent came out as a tall, skinny woman who looked like she had come out to a fashion magazine, or at least a porn set. She had a huge set of tits with a French flag pattern on her tanktop, which was stretched out to the point of nearly bursting. She had long, silky blonde hair that flowed behind her, and bubblegum pink gloves with lettering around the wrists that read "gauche" and "droit" depending on the glove.

The jumbotron showed off their images and listed the stats below. The pictures were actually short gifs of the footage they'd gathered. One was of Lily pelting a heavy bag before locking up and rubbing her head when she noticed she was on camera. The other had Joane blowing a kiss with her boxing glove at the camera before she adjusted her top around her big jiggling breasts.
Lily Maxine Walters, aka "Lil Max."
5'0", 98 lbs, B cup bust
Joane LeCreme. Aka, Glass Joane
5'9", 120 lbs, E cup bust.

Doc was prepping her in the corner while the announcer started to call out the rules and stats for the crowd.

"Well, good news on this one. Joane's what you might call a glass cannon. She can hit hard, but can't take it. She got into the tournament because the foxy boxing league isn't as big in France. They're more into what they call 'foxy fencing."

Lily gave Doc a strange look. "That just sounds dangerous. She does have like a whole foot on me in height. And weight."

"And damn good tits. But that's not what matters here," Doc assured her. "You ever hear how Barbie would snap in half if she were a real person? She's built like that. Get her hard enough and she'll go down like Jenga."


The smaller boxer came out and tapped gloves with Joane. The busty blonde smiled at her and spoke in a French accent as thick as syrup. "I 'ope you do not perish in ze ring, mon petite cherie," she giggled as she stepped back and raised her gloves.

"I'm not sure what you said, but I don't like how you said it," Lily replied, putting up her own dukes. The size difference was painfully apparent when they were up this close and Lily's head was barely up to Jo's gently and constantly bobbing tits. Joane struck first, her bigger glove and longer reach just letting Lily bob around it and deliver a sudden hook to her ribs. The French girl's tits wobbled out of control from even the indirect impact, giving off a loud gasp as Lily pulled back before she even try to hit the smaller girl back.

"Too slow, Frenchy," Lily taunted, bouncing lightly between her booted feet.

"Naughty girl," Joane growled in her accented voice before she came in swinging once again. Lily didn't have the reach advantage, but those big long limbs gave her the extra time to dodge around them. She blocked a few of them, but most of them she let Joane miss completely. The sweaty building up in her lovely hair and rolling down her cleavage was showing her fatigue early on.

"That's it, Lily! Stick and move!" Doc called to her. Lily darted in and blocked a jab from the blonde beauty, pivoting and slamming a sort of whirling uppercut into Joanne's right breast. The bounce boob reached new heights as it flew right out of her overworked top, and a fleshy smack rewarding the power Lily put into the blow as it slapped its owner in the face. Joane staggered in surprise as much as pain, trying to cup her breast in between her gloves.

"Looks like Joanne is seeing stars already! Lil Max has her hitting herself out there!" an announcer boomed over the speakers. Lily smirked at her success and charged in, avoiding Joanne's busy gloves by pelting her in the stomach and ribs. The bigger blonde staggered back until she was on the ropes, trying to get her gloves low enough to stop Lily's incoming blows. As she did that, Lily saw her opening. She tensed up her legs and sprang up like a cricket with her glove wound back for a massive blow to the jaw. She was inside of Joanne's reach, so she didn't have to worry about her fists... but the elbow to the temple caught Lily offguard, sending her stumbling back to the mats and holding her throbbing head.

She was too busy recovering to stop Joanne's counter attack, her long and strong limbs bashing Lily in the face and chest. Lily could feel some swelling in her cheek and her vision was a bit blurry as her eyes watered. She could see the outline of Joane, but she was clearly pissed and out for payback. Lily did her best to retreat, but stumbled and had to catch onto the ropes just to stay up. Joane creamed her with one more hook that knocked her right into a neutral corner. Lily brought up her gloves, but Joane hit her with another hard fist to the belly and smacked the gloves aside.

"Open wide, trou de balle," the French woman boasted before she slammed her body forward. Her chest shoved into Lily's face, smothering her in the sweaty tits (one still hanging out of her top as if she'd forgotten about it). Lily let out some muffled yells, but found herself getting even more lightheaded. Doc started to shout to her, but the words were coming in fuzzy and the crowd was roaring for the Frenchy fighter. She had her arms up in the air, flexing and posing as her tits seemed to singlehandedly hold the small woman down. Lily landed a few weak blows into Jo's sides before she caught some bit of her advice.

"Go for the melons!"

Some basic instinct kicked in, since Lily knew at least one thing to do with melons. She opened her mouth wide and instead of screaming, she bit down. Joane shrieked and leapt back holding her bare breast, now sporting a bright red bite mark. "You stupid leetle whore! Mon perfecte teets!" Joane rushed at her again, Lily still leaning on the ropes and sweating buckets. Lily still ducked under Jo's furious attack, letting her run right into a quick uppercut into the taller girl's wide open pussy. Jo let out a huge gasp and bounced back on her tip toes right as the bell went off to end the round. Lily let her arms droop and lurched back to her corner while Jo practically danced back as she cupped her crotch.

Lily slumped into her stool that Doc set out for her, already toweling away all the sweat.

"So how was that?"
"Reckless and crazy. Crowd loved it," her husky coach advised proudly. "Gotta keep her tits out of your face though. Maybe she'll do that to me if I ask her nice after the fight... but what was that you were doing when she got you?"

"That was my Donkey Punch. It's how I finish half my fights in the club. Real specialty." Lily panted and let Doc squirt some water into her mouth, spitting it back out into the bucket and frowning at the bit of blood in it. "So you bleed in foxy boxing, huh?"
"Told you. Real sport. Sport of kings. Look, I love what you're going for, but you're wide open when you go for the head like that. These girls won't go down as quick as your stripper friends, so make sure they're good and beat before you bother with that. Soften her up a little more and give it to her good."

"You mean like half of France, by the looks of her?"

"Nice one, kid. Now go get her." The bell rang again for round two, and Lily rose with a sigh. Doc had been right; Joanne looked dizzy herself, but Lily felt exhausted. The blonde hit harder than she looked, and that size advantage made her have to hit a lot less than Lily did to match her. Both girls a bit worse for wear, Lily sucked up a quick breath and came in fast once again. Jo's manager had done some amateur tailoring, tying the torn shoulder strap of her French flag top to wrap it back around her breast. Lily feinted a shot for the same breast to make Joane wince and guard her chest. Lily curved her punch back in and hammered a few speedy shots into her stomach, Joanne bending over comically low with her mouth hanging open and her tits hanging below her like udders. She let out a long moan, which vibrated from the speedy punches.

The French boxer threw a wild punch at Lily's head that would have put her down to the mats if it were fast enough, but Lily sharply jerked back away from it, then back in to slam a cross into her lowered face. Joanne spun completely around before she flopped to the mats. The crowd broke into cheers while a few fans encouraged Jo to get back up. Lily jumped up and down, stretching and boasting as she raised her gloves over her head and gave a quick hoot of delight. Jo managed to push herself back up unsteadily, looking too much like a dairy cow with her tits hanging down and her ass up in the air on all fours. She was on her feet by 7, if just barely, and her gloves went first to try to fix her hair.

"You vill pay for zat, petit chien," Joane hissed.

"You know, I never knew they made a French Barbie until today," Lily grinned. Joane took another angry backhand at her, but Lily ducked it and pounded her belly again. The model-like figure looked pretty, but that narrow waist was not built to take such a beating. Jo gagged and hugged her belly letting Lily brace her feet and deliver a fast combo of jabs into her pretty face. The blonde head wobbled back and forth as fast as she could hit it, letting out a dizzied grunt with each one. The beauty that walked into the ring was now sporting a black eye and a swollen nose and lip, eating the punches "like a baguette," according to the announcer. Even the head shots were enough to jiggle her ridiculous-looking breasts.

Joanne suddenly swung her gloves up and away from her stomach, breaking Lily's combo attack and backhanding her across the face. Lily staggered back from the force just before Jo followed up with a hard cross to the jaw. Lily spun on one leg completely away from her, Jo smirking as she waited for her tiny foe to fall... but Lily's little arm flexed until the tight, tiny muscles bulged. She kept turning rather than falling, riding the momentum until she braced one leg and swung a massive cross right into the side of Joanne's tit. Her mouth hung open in horrified pain as not only was her boob flattened into the other, but the second flew wildly to the other side like a set of fleshy billiard balls. Lily had torn Joanne's top off and hit both of her tits in one might punch, and the top-heavy blonde flew wildly to one side with her out of control jugs as she hit the ropes. She bounced off it them like a massive rubber band, spinning dizzily while Lily came in rotating from the other direction. The momentum of Joanne's turning head and Lily's incoming fist combined as Jo's mouthguard flew out into the crowd, leaving a rainbow trail of spittle behind it for the first few rows of fans in the "you may get wet" seats.

Jo did a brief, drunken dance as her feet tried to remember how to stand, but she collapsed when her brain couldn't respond fast enough to tell them what to do. She landed in a heap on her back, her tits poking up with her hard nipples. The shredded remains of her flag tanktop made her wobbly jugs look like two hills in the remains of a French battlefield. They didn't bother with the count when Joanne wasn't even budging, ringing the bell for a TKO. Lily let out a delighted cackle, raising her little fists in triumph. The crowd went wild for the surprising upset, and Doc came out grab her in a bearhug.

"That's my girl!" Louise laughed, lifting the short girl off her feet for a moment.

"Ow, ow, okay!" Lily laughed. "That's enough. I've got more matches today, so you don't have to crush what few bones I have left."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Let's get you backstage." Doc set her down and helped her out of the ring, as well as acting as a chubby wall between her and the more handsy fans.

Back in the open medical office, Doc got Lily to sit on the examining table. Lily took her top off and winced as she touched at her small and perky tits, sporting a few rough red spots from the match. Doc set a mirror up on the counter across from her, and she gave herself a crooked grin. She looked worse off than she ever had from a fight, even ones that were on the streets, but it felt good in a way. A swollen lump in her cheek, a darkening bruise on her chin, and a cut on her outer lip seemed to be the worst of it.

"Look like hell, huh? Hope the next girl got it as bad as me in her match. Otherwise, not sure I can go a whole tournament like this," Lily commented.

"I told ya, don't worry about that," Louise insisted, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a lollipop. Lily was about to scold her sweet tooth, but Doc held it out for the little boxer instead. Lily hesitated, but unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth.

"I wish more guys would give me candy when I took my top off," Lily muttered around it. "What's this for?"

"You ask questions. I like that in ya, kid," Doc commented, leaning back casually on the counter. "It's how we're going to get you back in shape for your fight."

Lily winced a bit, rolling the sucker around her cheek as her cheek started to tingle. She swallowed and felt her abs tense, just for the pain to relieve some more. She glanced at the mirror, and sure enough, all her bruises, aches and cuts were starting to heal over.

"No damn way," Lily said, staring. "What is this?"

"New super drug that's been all the rage in medicine lately. It's not much for diseases or anything, but it's a condense mix of medicines and hormones that accelerates basic injuries at a crazy rate. It's basically magic, if you ask me, but it works." The chubby doctor shrugged while Lily poked at her breast, finding it no longer tender and looking as fresh as ever.

"So this life-saving stuff is getting used for bitches boxing? Sounds like a bit of a waste."

"It's cheap and plentiful, and it's being used on victims of car crashes and assaults all the time. There's plenty to go around, and I'm telling you: you really don't get how much people around here support foxy boxing."

Lily popped it out of her mouth, nearly run out and her injuries seemingly gone in minutes. "Okay, so few questions: do they make this in grape?"

"Cherry only. Miracles of medical science can only do so much."

"Damn. So second question. Why the mirror?"

"So you could see how it works. How bad you were and what it did for ya."

"Okay. Last one: why'd you make me take off my shirt for this?"

Doc actually paused at this one. "Let you see what it did for you?" she replied uncertainly with a guilty wince. Lily frowned and kicked her in one of her massive tits from her perch on the table.

"Thanks a TON, Doc."

The big black woman grinned impishly as she rubbed her boob, then pulled out her cell phone. "Well that's the end of the first set. You've got Hilda VonFraulein in the second round."

"German, obviously. What you got on her?"

Doc flicked through her phone. "Not a ton, kid. Another overseas girl. Big gal, into her 40s, and had a run in the German army. Made drill sergeant before she ended up picking up boxing there and decided to try her luck out here." She pulled up a picture of a buff, broad blonde woman with two thick pigtails.

"So what's the plan for this one?" Lily asked, already taking a few practice jabs to make sure her arms were healed up right.

Doc gave her a harmless whack in the shoulder. "Learn your damn lesson from Glass Joanne and don't get hit by acting a fool."

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