Showing posts with label size difference. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 12, 2017

Goblin Bodyswap - Fair Trade

Another short story of the boy who became a female goblin adventurer through hard work and a lot of sex. Quick and easy work, just what I need amidst working on two or three more legitimate writings that keep me busy and excited!

Tucker had gotten a few local jobs done between himself, Hun and Dura before his party moved on for now. They would send word if they needed help in the future and encouraged him to do the same if any big jobs came up. Dura and Tucker had talked to the local guards to get their plentiful share of the loot, so that just left the best part of the job. Gender roles be damned; Tucker loves blowing a huge chunk of gold even before he'd made his jump to his new body. Lucky for him, Ivan was in town.

Ivan himself was a mundane traveler who passed by now and then. He was a decent and level-headed young man, on the tall side and a little brawny from all his riding around and lugging supplies. His cousin, apparently, was a full blown enchanter, and gave Ivan the easy job of hauling and peddling his stuff from town to town. He usually just stopped by Shafton for the night to eat and sleep; with nothing more magical than some potion vendors and woodcutters, he didn't get much business. That was about to change.

"Hey! Hey! Ivan!" Ivan was passing his horses and carriage off to a stable boy when he looked up. Looking up never got you far with Tucker's height, so he patiently waited for him to look down.

"Oh! Hey, uh... miss." Ivan hesitated at the sight of Tucker's face, but the look at his jiggling boobs in his breastplate cleared that up quickly. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm here too look at the good stuff," Tucker declared, grinning and baring his needly teeth. They were still crooked, but there had been a massive sigh of relief when Dimension B shared toothpaste with them.

"Uh huh," Ivan said skeptically, looking him over. "Look, I don't deal in the little stuff, short stuff. This is the high-end magical gear. Unbreakable shields, unstoppable warhammers, bracelets that prevent paradoxes, doors that lead to other dimensions... not pocket change magic tricks."

"I know." Tucker dug into his bag and tossed the gold nugget onto the ground between them. It was heavy enough to land with a dense thud. "What can I get for that?" Ivan stared at it for a minute, starting to reach for it when Tucker put a boot on it, putting it and a chunky thigh between him and it. "Taking me seriously now, right? Let's talk shop." One great thing about his new body; he loved surprising people.

They were soon settled in Ivan's room, a crystal sitting in Tucker's generous lap that projected illusions in front of him. They showed the equipment in question with short descriptions (Ivan had offered to read them before Tucker assured them he knew English) and some basic demonstrations, clearly inspired by computers and ipads back home. Tucker was almost drooling over some of the impressive gear while Ivan was weighing and assessing the gold. He wasn't concerned with the cart of cargo, considering how many wards were on everything on there.

"What about this one?" Tucker redirected the crystal's tip towards Ivan, projecting a foursome of silvery knives with runes etched across them. A simple figure was shown hurling one of them deep into a target before the knife wiggled and flew back into his hand without him even looking.

"Ah. The Elven Echoblades," Ivan noted casually. "Good eye for a goblin. Yea, come back no matter where you throw em." Good. Tucker was getting tired of always running and fetching his throwing knives or digging them out of skulls.

"How about them for the brick?" Tucker offered, but Ivan scoffed.

"Close. That'd be the cost of one knife, and they only sell as a set." He gestured at the pouch they came in. "Get too far for too long and they come flying back."

"Then... what about trade? Do you trade in stuff besides gold?"

"Oh, sure. It's a popular choice, but some places deal in supplies if they've got enough."

Tucker grabbed his pouch and dumped out what he had. Some old mushrooms and herbs, a few potions, his old throwing daggers, some bits of food and some coins. Ivan scooped the coins and plantlife over to him. "That'd be about half."

Tucker growled lowly. "That's all I've got," he admitted. "I can work it off. Do you need any guards or monsters hunted?"

"Nah, the cart kind of takes care of itself," Ivan said with a smile. "Hate to say it, but it looks like you've got nothing to sell but your body at this point."

"Deal!"

"Say what?"

"Deal. I'll do it. What do you need me to do?"

Ivan hesitated, then looked around. "Wait... really?"

"Trust me. I've done worse." Being in a breeding hut held captive by savages sounded like a lot worse deal than one night in return for magic weapons. Ivan bit his lip as he looked Tucker over. The chunk little goblin wiggled his hips into the bed and adjusted his top, jiggling his floppy green jugs around. Ivan wasn't the only one who could make his goods look good.

"I mean... don't tell anybody, right?" he muttered, getting a grin out of Tucker. "I don't want everyone knowing what I'm up to here. I'll eat the profits just to try it with... you know."

"An exotic local girl," Tucker grinned as he hopped off the bed.

"I was gonna say 'slutty goblin pussy,' but sure," Ivan shrugged as he scooped the sample gear off the bed back into his bottomless sack.


Tucker had often wondered if it was possible. He'd only been with a dwarven woman and other goblins, so he had some curiosity about full-sized men. Ivan apparently had the same idea; after they both stripped down and Tucker did a bit of posing for him, they were both standing upright, letting Ivan ram his dick straight ahead. Tucker had to tug it down and stand on his toes a bit, but he could pretty easily deliver a standing blowjob thanks to their height difference. Ivan got into it pretty quickly, holding his ears and fucking his mouth enthusiastically. It reminded Tucker of the breeding hut, but more passionate than violent. It got him to relax and soak up the treatment that other whores would have likely given him shit for.

Tucker's enthusiastic suckling and slimey tongue slithering over the bigger man's shaft got him to cum pretty quickly. The cock itself was more than a mouthful for him, but the load of cum made him cough with surprise. Ivan didn't care right away as he stumbled back into his bed, but Tucker spat up some of the jizz over his breasts while a bit squirted from his nose.

"You okay?"

"Fuck yea," Tucker laughed, giving one more cough. "I ain't even bruised yet. Lemee know when you want round two."

It didn't take him too long until Tucker was flat on his back, getting fucked deeper into his nethers than he knew was possible. His stubby claws scraped over the sheets when Ivan first went into him, stunned by the sheer size of him. Ivan wasn't especially hung by what Tucker could recall, but the sheer dimensions of their species made a world of difference. Tucker could see his pot belly wobble and shift each time Ivan stuffed himself into his pussy. Tucker tried to dig his heels into the mattress, but the human’s height made him resort to bracing them on his hips as the farthest he could reach. Despite how huge and fertile Tucker’s breasts were, the interracial groping reminded him that they were still just slightly bigger than a normal person’s. It was certainly a jarring experience.

"You doing alright down there?" Ivan panted, sweat dripping down over him. Tucker nodded rapidly.

"Hell yea. Keep it coming big guy!" The goblin managed a crooked grin, Ivan panting and slowing for a moment.

"Can... can you do something for me?"

"I'm yours til midnight, stretch. What's up?" Tucker panted, wiping some drool from his lips. After murdering someone in the dark of night, this might honestly be some of the easiest money he'd ever made. It certainly wasn't his dignity at risk either, after his first year of being a goblin sex object.

"Could you... talk goblin to me?" Ivan asked breathlessly, blushing heavier across his focused expression.

Tucker chuckled and dug into his old vocabulary before cupping his breasts. "M'tek ugaloola va, kodo~!" he purred/hissed to the bigger human. Ivan twitched and shoved one more big, hard thrust that slid Tucker's sweaty ass across the bed.

"Mm.... that's good, but... I didn't know goblins talked like that."

"Oh? Well what do goblins talk like?" Tucker might have been the worst to know goblins from the outside, not living that long in Dimension A and picking up goblish secondhand.

"Like... me hit with club, yummy rat meat, gubba bugga stuff."

Ah. Generic savage talk. Ivan basically wanted him doing greenface. He didn't care about the real thing so much as Tucker playing up a stereotype. He shrugged. Who was he going to offend? The raping kidnappers he'd lived with?

"Big humie gonna gimmee good fucky?" Tucker tried, pitching his voice up a bit. That got Ivan going. He gripped Tucker by his purple hair and started pumping harder, making the bulge in the soft green belly wobble around.

Tucker let out a long, high moan before breaking back into his caveman speak. "Uhhh, big human dicky so strong! So biiig! Gonna gimme lotta strong goblin pups! Gimmee gimmee, big humie!"

"You fucking know it," Ivan grunted, squeezing his big bouncing tits roughly. It felt kind of good to have them fondled like that rather than clawed or slapped around, forcing a loud purr out of Tucker.

"Yes! Yes, humie master! Fuck tight gobby pussy! Give your greedy gobbo all that fuckstick dicky! Shoot all your soft squishy white into all this green! More big humpa humpa! Mooooore!"

That drove another orgasm out of Ivan, so deep and thick Tucker thought he could taste it. He shuddered as Ivan fell off of him, but the wet pop of his cock squeezing back out was exactly what Tucker needed. The head of it flicked against his clit and made him shiver and squirt an orgasm of his own all over the sheets.

“Wow,” Ivan huffed as he sat back to catch his breath. “If I didn’t know there were so many goblins around, I wouldn’t even think your kind could cum.”

“Not as common as you might think. I’m just a lucky one.” Tucker panted as he boosted himself up. “Don’t tell me that’s all you got.”

“No… no just need a second. And some water… but I got this one other big thing I wanted to try.”

“Hit me,” Tucker shrugged. “Literally, I’d be okay with that, if that’s what you mean.”


It wasn’t anything so severe, but it still had Tucker screaming before long. He was lifted up so that his breasts rested on the bed, his lower half raised completely off the ground by Ivan. The human fucked his juicy ass from behind so that most of his plump little body was suspended in the air and balanced almost entirely on the bigger man’s dick and hands. Ivan was thick enough that he could fill up Tucker's vagina with ease, and he was now firmly reminding him that the goblins hadn't been interested in anal. Tucker moaned and wailed, drooling over the bed and leaking milk from his teats as Ivan pounding him from behind, unable to feel anything but the normal-sized dick in his ass.

"So big! Humie dick makey gobbo crazy!" Tucker gasped, spraying drool over the bedsheets as he remembered to play his part. "Gonna fuck gobby goo out of her! Such big sticky messy for humie!"

"Fuck yes. Just like that," the trader grunted, smacking Tucker's ass HARD. The flabby cheeks jiggled around his cock, making Ivan grunt lowly as Tucker sucked his shaft in a bit deeper into his anus. The goblin's toes were curling, making them rub against Ivan's thighs since they certainly couldn't reach the floor.

"Gobby booty feel good, no?" Tucker urged him on. The thrill of having such a "big" creature inside him was turning him on like wild. He'd have to reconsider about molesting stray goblins if there were humans willing to pay for goblin pussy and stuff him full like this. And if he wanted him to do bad impressions along the way, there were a lot worse fetishes for a guy to have in a world where actual tentacle monsters, mind control magic, and rapiing barbarian hordes existed. "Gobbo love big human dicky! Fucky me crazy! Shooty goopa in sticky gob hole! Dicky dick so big is gonna make gobbo pop! Hurryyyyy! Humpy humpy hump hump!"

Tucker's primitive dirty talk made his partner finish as he felt a thick shot of cum go into his ass. It was certainly a new experience, though it still didn't feel like the most disgusting thing he'd done in Dimension A. Ivan pulled out of him and there was a distinct sound of the cum falling out of Tucker's overstuffed ass and plopping onto the floorboards while the vendor collapsed back onto the bed. "Holy shit," he muttered. "That was fucked up and I loved it."

Tucker thumbed at his wide green ass to get the bulk of the semen out of his spread hole before he replied. "Yea, not too shabby at all." He glanced up at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Nearly the end of their fuckfest, and Ivan was understandably winded.

"Want to call it early? I'm not sure I can keep that going..." Ivan offered, waving weakly at Tucker and reaching for a mug of ale to refresh his fluids (that were now leaking out of Tucker).

"I got nowhere to be," Tucker shrugged, pulling himself the rest of the way onto the bed. He flopped over onto his belly, squashing his big green boobs out across the bedsheets and cupping Ivan's balls, sliding the head into his mouth and sucking softly. There was the faintly bitter taste of his own ass mixed with the salt of Ivan's cum for a strange and interesting combination.

Ivan took a short, deep breath as the tight little mouth started back on his tender dick. "You don't have to. That all was worth it to me."

"Maybe this isn't for you," Tucker muttered before going back to sliding his tongue down the length of the erect flesh. "Don't worry. I know my way around a dick. I'll be gentle."

They didn't spend the night together, Tucker calmly wrapping up their trade a little after midnight. Ivan gave him the daggers, though Tucker still had to give up his gold from the last job. Apparently one night with a whore wasn't worth an entire set of magic items. Tucker secured the dagger pouch onto his hip and went through the basic pass phrase to make them only return to him. It was a good deal as far as he was concerned, getting his kicks in for one night while learning a valuable piece of information: his squat, curvy body was apparently a very tradable commodity. He'd have to see who else would be into making some more trades.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Fairy Circle Catfight commission

commission I've been working on for a while, and had the idea laying around for even longer. Three fairies in a big brawl for breeding rights in a house. Fun and sometimes puzzling to figure out ways that they can use oversized objects around the home.


The legend goes that once every dozen years or so, there is a traditional among the small folk. It was called Fairy Circle, where sprites, pixies, brownies, leprechauns, and tiny magical beings of all sorts gather. This gathering is not for what many folks would consider “fairy behavior,” but people forget that the fae of old were mischievous at best, and cruel at their worst. This is a rather dire get-together, as this is where the creatures fight for breeding rights among their gender. The females battle in a different location every year for the strongest and most attractive males, fighting tooth and nail and generally getting very serious about the whole thing. In the spirit of the sexual ritual, they all wore nothing but plain dresses of leaves, all easily torn and covering little to begin with.

This year, the little women were meeting in a large home of a wealthy man who was out of town on business. The full range of the house was theirs, so many battles could happen wherever the challengers chose to have them. Even the owner's large garden could be used. The humans had many strange instruments around that they could use for their own designs in battle as well, as nothing was off-limits in a fairy duel.

There were a few minor fights, but the attending fae were well aware of that there were a few "alphas" in attendance. They were nothing official, but they knew that there were three particular fairies that would be coming, and no one doubted that one of them would walk away as the queen of this season's Fairy Circle.

Minx was a fairy with large, pink wings, very long purple-hair, and a long tail, but otherwise human features. She was a long-time top competitor at Fairy Circle, always confident and having a strong desire to fuck anything she wants.

Ivy was a younger nymph, with thorn tattoos circling each of her biceps and several piercings that went with her black wings. She had pale green skin and a pair of blue ponytails. She was looking to make a big impression on this Fairy Circle, but mostly because she wanted to kick some ass, not win all the best breeding partners.

Sparkle had skin of an unnatural shade of pink, the kind of certain flowers rather than that of human flesh. She had proudly blue and red patterned wings, and as a pixie, she was a bit taller than the rest by about half an inch. Her frost-white hair was kept close to her scalp, something that the other fae suspected was part of her cold and efficient side beneath all of her otherwise cute and bubbly nature.

For this fight, the little women would start fighting on the kitchen table. Several dishes of food were laid out, with the fighters being hardly bigger than a cherry (stem and all) themselves. Several of the other fairies were perched around the room to witness the battle, but intent on not interfering on either side. Allegiances were fickle at best with the fair folk, and all bets were off in Fairy Circle.

“You pathetic little pups,” huffed Minx as she strutted around the edge of the table, glaring at her rivals. “You think you can waltz in here and take me on?”

“The thought crossed my mind…” Ivy snapped. Her wings flared to life, batting like a dragonfly's. Minx did the same and dove to meet her, only for Sparkle to sucker punch the resident champ by clocking her in the jaw. Minx was knocked backward into a cream pie, landing with a splat as she was smothered by the whipped cream. Ivy stopped short when Sparkle got between her and her target, only to divert her attention to Sparkle instead. She kept her wings beating and flipped backward, delivering a sharp rising kick to Sparkle's jaw. The angle of the attack made it very clear to anyone watching just how uncaring the fighters were of showing their skin as Ivy's leafy skirt flew right up as she flipped over.

With Sparkle struggling to regain her balance, Ivy grabbed onto the pink pixie's foot and spun around before throwing her into a nearby coffee mug. Sparkle cried out as she spiraled around inside it, trying to get a grip on the smooth ceramic cup. It allowed Ivy to turn back to her original target, fluttering over to Minx and her pie before diving waist deep into the mess to pursue her.

Minx was already forcing her way back up, utterly painted in the thick leftover pie. The owner knew enough to leave out offerings for the local sprites when he was away, but he certainly hadn't expected it to be used for all this. The pink-winged fairy grabbed and hurled a glob of the stuff at Ivy, splatting into her face and blinding her so that Minx could tackle her around the waist. They fell and rolled in the fluffy substance before they reached the crust of the pie tin, with Minx grabbing Lily by the neckline of her dress to hold her against it.

Minx pounded the punky little nymph with punches to the face, rattling the Lily until she pulled away sharply to one side. It tore a chunk off of her breast, the flimsy leaf revealing one of her pierced nipples to the watching fae, but it gave Lily the chance to smash a fist into Minx's ribs. The older fairy grunted and fell to one knee from the blow, with Lily grabbing her hair and bashing her face into the pie crust. It crumbled away under the repeated impact of Minx's face, but she finally started up her wings and shot up into the air. Lily flew up after her in hot pursuit, Minx shaking herself rapidly to toss off most of the whipped cream and scooping some of the last of it out of her plump but tiny cleavage.

"I'm not done with you yet, you runt," Minx hissed, clenching her little fists.

"And I'm just getting started," Lily smirked back, wiping some of the fluff from her breast and licking it up. The two were caught up in their showdown when Minx's eyes widened, seeing that not only had Sparkle gotten out of the mug, but she had flown up behind Lily dragging it with her. The fairies were after all, magical, and could at least lift a few pounds at a time. Sparkle swung it so hard that it shattered against Lily's back, sending her tumbling out of control through the air. Sparkle threw aside the remains of the handle, ignoring the fact for now that the brownies would pitch in to fix everything later.

"Don't forget about me now," Sparkle boasted, batting her brightly coloring wings.

"Hard to forget such an airheaded ditz," Minx growled as she charged at her. The two buzzed around the air between them, as much a dogfight as it was a catfight for a few seconds. Sparkle finally grabbed Minx by her long hair, yanking up on it and getting a scream from the veteran.
"Aughh! Bitch, my hair!!"

Minx reached up to grab the bottom of one of Sparkle's wings, clawing and pulling at it viciously. Fairy wings were very durable, but still sensitive enough to get a shrill shriek out of the startled Sparkle.

"YAAAH! My wing!" she mirrored her opponent, but used her altitude advantage to both pull on Minx's hair and kick at her head, Her bare feet clawed at her the fairy's face, trying to turn her head away but unable with the grip on her hair. Minx instead turned and bit into Sparkle's toes and made her let go with a yelp. Minx briefly fixed her hair before spotting Lily regrouping below them. The wily vet zipped above Sparkle and kicked squarely in between her wings, nailing her back and sending her hurtling out of control to crash right into Lily, the two of them bouncing into the master bedroom before Minx zipped along after them.

Ivy and Sparkle bounced off the springy mattress, swinging blindly at each other and connecting with a few lucky shots. They stopped near the headboard, where Sparkle braced her back on the bed and kicked into Ivy's stomach. The tattooed nymph stumbled back holding her thin belly, but she moved in again and caught Sparkle by the foot when she tried to kick again. Ivy threw Sparkle into one of the pillows, letting her sink into the soft down until most of her body vanished inside. She heard the gentle hum of Minx's wings approaching behind her, so she grabbed another pillow and spun around, swinging it like an enormous, fluffy mace. With a dull "puff" of a noise, it connected with the diving Minx and sent the incoming fairy flying like a foul ball. Minx found her landing cushioned, but only by the fact that she landed in a tangled bunch of cobwebs high in the rafters. Though Minx kicked and squirmed, trying to escape the sticky thread too frantically to be grateful that at least the master of the house had dealt with the spider itself some time ago.

Ivy smirked proudly and turned back to the other pillow, looking to fish out Sparkle from its depths. She poked around and climbed on top, but she didn't find a sign of the ditsy pixie. When she turned back around with a puzzled expression, her ankle was suddenly grabbed and she was pulled off her feet. Sparkle had hidden under the blanket and ambushed Ivy like some kind of vicious (yet adorable) shark, suddenly dragging her under into the cramped and dark depths of the bed sheets. Sparkle climbed on top of Ivy and pelted her with slaps across the face, the startled nymph unable to stop her surprise attack. Ivy landed one quick slap across her face, but Sparkle paid her back with a firm knee to the stomach. Ivy was winded enough for Sparkle to break away from her and get out from under the blankets. She fluttered over the moving little lump that was Ivy and gave her a few firm stomps and kicks before she pulled on the blankets to pile them over her, burying the shrieking and cursing rival underneath.

Minx was still pulling and grunting in her own binding situation, so it was easy for Sparkle to spot her. She flew up after her with a smug grin on her face. "Well well! I think we can see who the real queen of Fairy Circle is, and who's nothing but old spiderbait!" Sparkle gloated, sweeping a hand through her frosty white hair.

"Go choke on goblin dick," Minx snapped back at her, but she was too entangled to stop Sparkle's punch to her belly. She left out a heavy "OOF" for such a tiny creature, and Sparkle gleefully pelted her with slaps and punches at her leisure. However, all the rocking of her body started to pull and tear at the webbing, and Minx caught Sparkle completely off guard when she punched the pink-skinned pixie across the nose. Sparkle spun completely around in mid-air a few times, and Minx grabbed her by the wing to pull herself free from the webs at last. She kicked off some of the sticky stuff that clung to her leg before she grabbed Sparkle's other wing, pulling back on the multi-colored appendages to lock them in place.

Sparkle kicked and pulled, but was unable to get the large wings out of her opponent's grip. "Hey! Let go!" she snapped as Minx gave a few sharp flaps to shake the literal cobwebs off of her wings.

"Not until I give your sorry ass a flying lesson, bitch!" Minx gave a stabilizing flap or two more before she tilted her body back, pulling on Sparkle and diving down from the ceiling towards the floor.

"What do you think you're doing!? Stop! Stop!" Sparkle shrieked, thrashing for all she was worth but the grip on her wings was too firmly limiting her mobility. She was left to rocket downward until Minx suddenly let go and pulled back, leaving Sparkle to land on her head on the floorboards. She rebounded off with a comical squeak, bouncing a few more times as she tumbled limply out towards the doorway.

Minx floated her way back up to the bedsheets to look for Ivy, but she barely got them into view when Ivy's hand shot out and caught her by the neck. She swung Minx over the edge and slammed her back into the top of the bed, even if it was partly cushioned by the mattress. She pounced and landed on Minx, but the purple-haired veteran of The Circle reached up and squeezed Ivy's petite breasts between her claws. The tattooed fighter shrieked at the intimate pain, but pelted Minx's ribs with some sharp, hooking punches. Minx pulled hard and threw Ivy to one side, leaving scratches along her pale green skin and large tears in her leafy garment.

Ivy landed unsteadily and holding her tender tits, but she spit on Minx's face. "No one's going to want to fuck a loser like you when I'm done with you," Ivy growled bitterly. "You won't even have any scraps left to mate with you."

Minx wiped off her face with a wordless snarl, charging for Ivy on foot. She pulled down on Ivy's ponytails, just for the nymph to pull on Minx's purple locks and headbutt her. Minx stumbled back, rubbing her nose as Ivy fluttered up a few inches and roundhouse kicked her in the head. It was Minx's turn to go crashing to the ground, Ivy diving down after her. Minx was able to roll out of the way before Ivy's fist could crash down on her chest, hitting the floor instead as the older fairy flew out the door with Ivy and the dizzily recovering Sparkle shooting after her.

Minx zipped around the corner, ending up in a fairly small but surprising room. It was the old man's workshop, a carpenter back in his days but now settled into simple crafts. Some loose wood, tools, nails and such were set neatly about the room, along with some simple decorative carvings. The most notable thing was a little fairy-sized home, split in half from the top down so that it was open for the world to see all of its carefully painted insides and tiny furniture. The fae had never seen a dollhouse, so it was startling for Minx to see such a thing that wasn't made out of mushrooms and twigs. It also left her easily blindsided when both Sparkle and Ivy tackled into her from behind, carrying their fight into the workshop.

The three fey tumbled into the workshop where all three of them froze and recoiled when they nearly ran into a loose nail on the floor. While it would make a nasty weapon in their fight, there were laws of the fey FAR older than the tradition of Fairy Circle. Worked iron was outlandishly painful to them, burning like silver on werewolves and repelling them like crosses to vampires. The three of them in one mind for an instant, flew up from the floor and released each other to reach the high safety of the work bench. Better to release their foe than even chance touching cold iron.

When they'd caught their breath a moment from the scare, Sparkle turned and slapped Minx across the face to indicate the truce was off. Ivy grabbed Sparkle's short, frost-colored hair, letting Minx punch the trapped pixie in the belly. Sparkle managed to beat her wings and kick her legs enough for Ivy to release her, darting out of the way. It left Minx's kick meant for Sparkle to nail the tattooed nymph instead. The pink pixie ducked into the tiny house, with Minx giving chase just for Ivy to grab her foot and trip her up. Minx landed on her chest and chin just short of the toy house, but while she tried to kick at Ivy, Sparkle snatched up one of the little wooden chairs and shattered it over Minx's head.

The sturdy little fairy was dazed by the chair shot, leaving Sparkle free to laugh and gloat. "So this is what it's like being a giant human!" she noted, looking around the little wood and plastic kitchen. "Feels good! Like I have my own impenetrable fortress!"

Her impenetrable fortress was breached when Ivy trampled over Minx, stepping on her back and wings like a carpet to tackle Sparkle into a wall. Ivy pelted her pretty pink face around with a few punches, but Sparkle grabbed the little plastic kettle on the similarly fake stove and swung it like a club. The tiny weapon was still hard enough to smack Ivy across the face and send her staggering. Minx tried to fly up a few inches for the height advantage, but forgot that the ceiling wasn't a hundred times higher than she was. Her head bounced off it with a cute "Yowch!" instead.

Ivy grabbed the hovering fey by her feet and swung her back down, crashing her back over the replicated table. Sparkle crashed right through it in a spray of splinters and table legs, left groaning and climbing up slowly. Minx suddenly barged in, hitting Ivy with a clothesline that sent the would-be dominant sprite to the artificial floor. Ivy coughed and rubbed her chest, but Minx dragged her through one of the narrow doorways and up the flight of stairs. Ivy grunted and shouted as she was pulled along by her leg, making her head bounce against every other step on the way up.

Ivy was shoved into the upstairs bedroom of the dollhouse, her back hitting the edge of the bed where a small, handmade doll was laid down. Ivy rubbed her head dizzily while Minx grabbed the little wooden dresser, lifting the light and hollow object easily as she lifted it over her head. Before it could come crashing down, Sparkle flew up to the second story from the outside and tackled into Minx. The two crashed into the far wall, Sparkle punching the rival fairy in the face a few times to keep her there.

When Minx seemed temporarily subdued, Sparkle turned and swung at Ivy. The punky fae quickly grabbed the doll and held it in front of her like a human shield, soaking up the pixie's punch and letting Ivy kick the legs out from under her. Ivy threw the doll over on top of her, pinning the startled Sparkle while Ivy went back after Minx. She shoved her head through the little door to the little bedroom and grabbed the plastic knob.

"I always wanted to try this," Ivy pointed out before she slammed the door shut around Minx's neck. The trapped fairy screamed as Ivy repeated the move, holding Minx in place by the hair as the door rapidly banged against her neck and head until the thin piece of wood snapped in half. It was only then that Minx found enough of an opening to kick back into Ivy's knee, getting a pained yelp from the younger nymph.

Sparkle had found her way back up and punched Ivy in the back of the head, the two double-teaming the downed punk with some payback of punches to her chest and face. Ivy grabbed and pulled painfully on Sparkle's wings and hair, but Minx just kicked her in the face to knock her silly to the ground. Ivy groaned as she tried to rise again and failed, stumbling back down in a dizzy, bruised mess. Sparkle bitterly grabbed and hurled her out through the open space of the dollhouse, letting her land with a pained yelp as she hit the true floor far below the workbench. Sparkle was too busy smiling down at her handiwork when Minx rocketed into her with her pink wings beating like a hummingbird. The speeding charge carried them both right out the window, landing Minx and Sparkle to splash right into the fresh soil of the homeowner's garden.

The two fae were caked in the mud as they landed. Sparkle started shaking and wiping off what she could, but Minx ignored it to tackle her from behind. Sparkle sputtered as she spit out the dirt, but Minx grabbed her by her short white hair and started to slam her face into the ground. Sparkle was dazed by the hits until she managed to grab the fairy by her foot, pulling and knocking Minx into the messy ground beside her. Sparkle was too dizzy to get back to her feet properly, but she spread out Minx's legs and slammed her foot in between her rival's legs.

Minx let out a howl of pain, grabbing her crotch and rolling around in the mud. Sparkle held onto one of the leaves of a flower to help pull herself up, sneering with delight at Minx's suffering at her feet. She grabbed the senior fairy by her messy purple locks, lifting her to her feet and hurling her into the tall stem of one of the nearby plants. Minx clumsily crashed right through one of the flowers and went on to run into one of the wooden fence posts. The simple fence had been left up to keep out deer and squirrels, not flying magical creatures, but it abruptly stopped the stumbling fairy all the same.

While Minx was groaning, holding her head and crotch as she leaned on the fence, Sparkle's continued rampage was cut off when a bruised up Ivy swept down and kicked the pixie in the head. The tattooed fae was eager for payback as Sparkle went to all fours, leaver her open to several harsh kicks to the belly from Ivy. She was down and coughing for air when Ivy flew up a few feet, grabbed a tomato off one of the climbing vines, and smashed it over Sparkle's head. The gore-like splash of red left the pixie in an even bigger mess than before as she completely collapsed back into the mud once again.

Ivy turned to go after Minx, grabbing her hair and banging the older fairy's head against the fence post again. She grunted and grit her teeth, stopping Ivy's assault with a sharp punch to the crotch. Ivy grunted and fell to one knee, where Minx kicked her in the head to drop her into the mud. Ivy landed with a soft splat that left her as messy as the rest of them, all three of the fae sore and bruised, naked and filthy.

Minx lunged out and grabbed Ivy by the hair, but winced when Sparkle nailed her in the head with a chunk of her tomato. It distracted Minx to look back at her, just for Ivy to kick the eldest fae in the crotch from her spot on the ground. Minx fell to her knees holding her privates as Sparkle tried to zip up and out of the garden. Ivy sprang up and caught her ankle, slamming her back down into the mud with a splash. She fluttered up, still dragging Sparkle by her foot as she groaned and dripped mud back into the garden. Minx flew up after them awkwardly, still holding her crotch as she punched Sparkle in the stomach a few times. The two of them finally both grabbed the pixie by the arms and legs, giving a practice swing before they hurled her over the fence and into the mush of the compost heap.

The two quickly turned back on each other, throwing slaps and kicks at each other as they fluttered through the air. Minx caught Ivy by her ponytails and beat her fist on top of her head, but Ivy sent some punches into her belly before she resorted to burying her claws in the fairy's snatch. Minx shrieked and froze up from the sexual squeeze, letting Ivy lift her up and hurl her through the nearest open window and back inside.

Minx landed with a hard, echoing thud, finding herself caught in the bathroom sink. She pushed herself up awkwardly, Ivy diving into the window and going right after her. Minx got up to dodge, just for her dirty, bare feet to slip on the porcelain of the sink. It still fell out of Ivy's way, making her crash into the inside of the sink and slip around in a similar fashion. Minx finally got her wings beating again, jumping up and straddling the faucet before she kicked one of the handles.

Ivy shrieked as the icy water poured over her hair and back, even if it washed away most of the mud and mess that stuck to her skin. The cold shocked her out of her daze, but she had to shove and march her way out from under the relatively strong flow of the water. By the time she wiped the water out of her eyes, Minx had shoved a bar of soap out of its dish, sliding into the sink and crashing into the tattooed nymph like a tiny car.

Minx had Ivy on the ropes as the nymph barely pulled herself out of the sink, wet and slippery. Minx grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back to smash Ivy's forehead against the metal of the faucet. Ivy suddenly grabbed the toothbrush from nearby, turning and swinging it like a staff to smack Minx in the belly with the dull tip. Minx grunted and doubled over, holding her stomach when Ivy turned and stomped down on the nearby tube of toothpaste. The minty blue blob shot out of the end, sticking to Minx and knocking her off the sink and onto the top of the toilet.

Minx gave an angry and flusters shout, trying to wipe the strong-smelling goop off of her as it mixed with the mud. Ivy zipped over after her, turning the toothbrush around and grinding the bristled end over Minx's crotch. The fairy screamed out as the intrusive strands scratched her pussy, too blinded and slowed by the blue goo to properly stop the cruel brushing.

"About time someone cleaned you up, you old skank!" Ivy taunted, Minx thrashing around but unable to stop her. Ivy finally kicked Minx in the side, sending her falling down into the great porcelin lake that humans were always sitting on. Minx gasped as she stared at the unknown depths inside the clear waters, so she grabbed onto the edge of the seat and fluttered her wings. She held on and slowly pulled herself up to brace her dirty, naked breasts on the edge, still catching her breath when Ivy grabbed the lid and slammed it down. There was a short, startled cry as the edge cracked where it hit Minx's skull. Ivy pulled it back up and slammed it down one more time for good measure before lifting it again. Mindy was splayed out on the edge of the toilet seat, out cold as Ivy kicked her into the water. Fortunately, Ivy didn't know how all the human devices worked, so the other fey were quick to fish out Minx before she could be flushed. They were, of course, too excited from the fight to keep from playing with her unconscious and sexy form.

Ivy hovered smugly over her victim when Sparkle suddenly tackled into her back. Ivy cried out in surprise as the two of them landed in the bathtub, tumbling over each other along the smooth inside. They finally broke apart, Ivy flying up and taking a page from Minx's book as she slapped the handle. She imagined it would unleash another cold stream down onto the similarly recovering Sparkle, but she was unaware how showers worked either. The showerhead rained hot water down on them both, making the dirty fae shriek in surprise and zip out like startled flies into the living room, flapping wings shedding steam and water water behind them.
The two remaining combatants emerged in the living room among the rest of the watching fae. They hovered angrily across from each other, a varied mess dripping off both of them as they fumed at each other.

The two remaining combatants emerged in the living room among the rest of the watching fae. They hovered angrily across from each other, a varied mess dripping off both of them as they fumed at each other. Ivy lunged at Sparkle, but the pixie dodged and kicked her in the back, sending the nymph crashing down onto the coffee table. Sparkle landed by her to try to press the attack, but Ivy speared her in the stomach and drove her backward.

Sparkle's back ran into the small lamp, making her wince and shout in pain. Ivy grabbed the pixie's white hair and slammed her head into the lamp's base, but rattling her before Sparkle pulled on the lamp's plug. It toppled over onto Ivy, giving a sharp crashing noise as the lightbulb broke over her head. Ivy screamed and staggered back holding her head, but when Sparkle flew after her to try to make the most of it, the stunned nymph grabbed a forgotten coffee mug and swung it, shattering it to pieces against her foe and sending her flying into the couch.

Ivy tossed away the broken handle of the mug, hopping over to the couch and grabbing Sparkle with both hands by the throat. "Time to put you out, you sparkly little shit," Ivy growled, the tattooed arms flexing as she squeezed the pixie's windpipe. Sparkle gagged and kicked, but she couldn't break the other fighter's grip. The naked Ivy climbed to straddle Sparkle's belly as she leaned into the choke, the pink pixie turning a new shade of blue.

Before she could black out, Pixie managed to bring her knees up under Ivy's stomach, kicking out hard and sending her flying off the couch again. Ivy caught her balance too late, crashing back into a photo hanging on the wall. A bit of glass broke and fell off, but Ivy wasn't particularly damaged by it, much like the light bulb. Sparkle coughed, but something about the picture frame caught her eye. She flew herself up after Ivy, shoving her against the frame again. Ivy grunted, but she kicked Sparkle in the crotch and grabbed one of her breasts.

Sparkle shrieked in pain as Ivy spun her around by her scratched up tit and slammed her into the wall. Ivy drove a knee into Sparkle's stomach, but the pixie caught her leg and spun her around to slam her into the picture frame again. Sparkle took Ivy by the hair and slammed her face into the wood and picture a few more times before Ivy drove an elbow into her face.

"You're too predictable, you dumb ditz," Ivy growled as Sparkle let go of her. She grabbed the pixie by her wings and pulled them tightly behind her back. The pink fae shrieked as she nearly fell, held up only by Ivy's grip. She pulled up even harder on them, Sparkle squealing as they felt like they might just be pulled off. "What's your deal with that dumb picture anyway?"

"It wasn't the picture," Pixie groaned, still dangling from Ivy's grip. She shifted just enough to reach behind her and claw at Ivy's perky breast. She howled in pain and pulled back, just enough for Sparkle to swing her foot backward and drive her heel into Ivy's crotch. Ivy screamed in pain and pulled back, both hands on her groin.

"It's that the nail is loose!" Sparkle fluttered back up and drop-kicked Ivy, sending her flying back into the picture frame one more time. This made it jerk and fall off, taking the old bent nail down with it. Ivy shouted for a moment as the frame flew past her, but the nail landed on top of her, trapping her against it as if it weighed a ton when it pinned her to the ground.

Ivy could only scream and claw at the ground, crying her eyes out as the small piece of cold iron was enough to pin her down. Sparkle fluttered down behind her, keeping out of reach of the nail but kicking Ivy in her butt. "Shows you who's the ditz!" she mocked, even if Ivy's terrified screams took over. She emitted some rainbow-colored smoke where the iron touched, but seemed otherwise physically fine from it. It was just the mystical burning sensation rocking through her body on top of all of her recent injuries.

"Fucking let me go! Stop it!" Ivy shrieked, but Sparkle ignored her rival's cries. She instead stuck a foot callously under her hips, flexing her toes as she used her foot to fuck her beaten foe. The other fae around the room whistled and cheered, all manner of prospective matls eying up the impressive, brawling pixie. Ivy whimpered and pleaded as Sparkle's clumsy foot pumped and stroked inside of her, showing the would-be mates what a slut the trapped Ivy was to her.

The powerless nymph was quickly forced to cum instinctively, even as the weight of the iron kept her captive. Sparkle laughed at her and wiped her creamy toes off on Ivy's ass before she fluttered up into the air. "Alright, everyone!" the new queen of Fairy Circle declared. "All you boys who want a real woman to give them strong young, come with me. Whoever wants the toilet tramp and an iron-bound slut, you have my permission to stay here and play."

With that, Sparkle fluttered off, the majority of the attending fae following her wherever she went.

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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