Hellbridge Boxing: Sylvia vs Linda

another fanfic fight I wrote for an artist I dig, Hellbridge. So heads up like the last ones: furry fighting, and lots of lactating boxing involved. This one came up kinda short and cranked out kind of quick, mostly to stick by the picture I based it on, so probably going to end up writing an original match for his characters soon

Also like I said, it's based on a particular pic. Linking it here, so if you'd rather not have the fight spoiled, best read here first and then check it out.

http://hellbridge.deviantart.com/art/Titboxing-Linda-vs-Sylvia-258889061

During some down time in the league, if a fighter called out sick or enough of the boxers were on vacation, the show would air some classic matches in a sort of best-of for the year. Epic beatings and narrow wins were revisited to relieve the tension of the brutal and sexy showdowns. Tonight, they looked at the classic titboxing match of Sylvia vs Linda. The barnyard boxers were constant rivals, both set in the middle of the brackets and even clashing with the likes of Masha and Konga at their best.

The brown mare and the big red cow were seated in their corners, nude apart from boxing gloves and a thin pair of panties each.

The usual announcers were at ringside, with the big rhinoceros Richter filling in as a retired fighter himself, and Mona the mouse as the younger perspective. They had started up with smalltalk before the bout, since at this time it was the first time they would be working together. They started their banter as the crowd settled into their seats for the opening bout.

Richter: "Good evening folks, and hope you're ready for the bout of the night! Still here, too stubborn to really leave the fightin' life, I'm Rick 'Richter,' former heavyweight men's championship for the FBF. With me tonight is a special guest that you WON'T see in a ring. The popular and lovely league reporter, Mona DaMouse."

Mona: "It's DeMuse. But thanks anyway."

R: "Oh! Well don't hold it against me, Miss DeMuse. Let's keep the bloodshed in the ring."

M: "Ahh, you'd go down to easy anyway, old timer."

R: "Ha! Like it, kid! You got fight in ya."

M: "Even more important is the fight in the ring right now! We're facing a scored titboxing match. Thirty minute time limit, and the match doesn't stop until either one fighter is out cold or the timer's up, at which point they'll tally the points and name their winner."

R: "Very few rules as always tonight. So long as the gloves stay on, the officials won't say a word. So what's your take on our fighters tonight?"

M: "Well normally it would be a contest of size. Linda is a much leaner and harder build compared so Sylvia being soft and big. But in a titboxing match, that's going to really be up in the air."

R: "Good eye, missy. Both the big red she-bull and the punching pony have some massive arm strength, and even MORE massive tits. Unless someone has a strategy we're not seeing, it may just come down to a test of endurance."

M: "Don't forget the milk factor. Sylvia's udders are built for milking, but a good leak can really start to take the heft out of either fighter."

R: "Well don't look now, but there's the bell. Linda's taking her time getting in there, but Sylvia's not so patient. She takes a few shots but Linda sends them all back empty-handed."

M: "And first clean hit goes to Linda! A sharp one-two to the right tit on Sylvia!"

R: "The cow gives a big swing back, but Linda hit that same tit right in the nipple. She might be following your lead, Mona, and going for an early milking."

M: "The judges may give a point or two in the end for a tiebreaker, but remember it's tit-boxing. The only real targets here are the two big ones out front."

R: "But Sylvia's done messing around! She surprises the horse with a cross to the snout. The pony's staggered, letting Sylvia start to beat her boobs and work her back into the ropes before she can get her guard up."

M: "OOH! You could hear the smack on that one from here!"

R: "Folks, Linda cutting off Sylvia's charge with a high kick right to the side of her jug. Both girls sweating, and I'm sure we'll see some bruises and swelling in no time tonight!"

M: "The two start trading punches, each trying to take control of the match. Linda's letting her guard down to get more hits in, and Sylvia's temper and strategy shift as she keeps getting in some hammer blows of her own, starting to catch up. The scoreboards at 10 to 19, so she has some real ground to cover now as Linda takes an early lead."

R: "Mona gets in a sudden double uppercut. She's making the lean pony's perky tits dance around with her mitts now. Linda dodges a last minute swing and works her gloves into the sides of Sylvia's jugs, so they don't know which way to go!"

M: "The fans do love that jiggle in both fighters, even if Sylvia has a bit more to bounce around. She gets in a big wide hook, but Linda's pelting her fast and working up those points."

R: "Linda winds up a big cross, Sylvia on her own offensive... OOF! Both ladies are sent flying back!"

M: "Simultaneous hits! Linda hit Sylvia's breast so hard I thought it was going to fly off her chest!"

R: "And Sylvia made her pay for it. It may not have been a breast shot, but you can see the puddle where Linda's spit landed after that shot in the mouth."

M: "You think Sylvia's strategy is to soften up the rest of her body before going for the tits?"

R: "I'm not sure she has the patience for that kind of thinking, because if I had a topless beauty like Linda in arm's reach, I sure wouldn't start with the face."

M: "Oh, ha, ha. That puts us at 28-17 after the cross punch, and both girls shake the sweat and the stars from their eyes. Just under 5 minutes gone from the clock, but they're coming out hard!"

R: "Linda comes out putting those strong, long legs to work. She dodges around Sylvia's first shot, eats the second, but then delivers another high kick to Sylvia's areola. You can see her nipples starting to puff up."

M: "Not unlike a black eye for a prizefighter."

R: "And I've had plenty in my lifetime. But these ladies are tough to take it somewhere so tender. Linda with a quick combo the Sylvia's jaw, then BOOM!"

M: "That's a brutal headbutt down down on top of Sylvia's breast! The cow moos in pain and tries to fall back, but Linda grabs her by the shoulder to hold her in place."

R: "More hard hits to that hurting right breast! Linda definitely has that in her sights as she dishes out the pain."

M: "Sonia's taking some wild swings, but she's too hurt to focus and... there it is! First blood!"

R: "Or first milk in this case! Sylvia's leaking all over as Linda backs off to admire her handiwork."

M: "Sylvia's hugging her chest, trying to hold onto her wounded soldier and stop the leak, but looks like it's too late for that."

R: "Linda grabs the bull by the horns, literally in this case! She has a pair of handles to bend Sylvia over and starts delivering knees to those aching tits!"

M: "That's one way to milk a cow, I guess! Sure not how they do it on the farm, I bet!"

R: "OH! Sonia showing that creativity with her fists! A good shot to that pussy stops Linda in her tracks!"

M: "Sylvia could use a breather about now, but no! She grabs Linda around the middle and charges right into her! She's carrying her clean across the ring, Rick!"

R: "The cow might be built for wrestling, but it looks like it's paid off for her in a clinch too! She absolutely smashes Linda's back into the ringpost, taking the fight out of the pony in a second. Doesn't look good for her now..."

M: "Sylvia definitely taking advantage as she hammer Linda around like a walking punching bag! She's stuck leaning on the ropes at the big bull's mercy.

M: "Sylvia definitely taking advantage as she hammers Linda like a walking punching bag! She's stuck leaning on the ropes at the big bull's mercy."

R: "Sylvia is just blowing up the scoreboard right now! Linda needs to get back in this fight and catch up. There she goes, getting some quick shots in on Sylvia's big red udders. She's drawing milk for another leak, but here comes Sylvia!"

M: "Linda too caught up in her attack! She gets utterly blindsided by Sylvia's right hook! There's water coming out of every hole on Linda's face!"

R: "Sylvia is starting to beat the literal snot out of the poor pony! She looks absolutely dead from that shot as she falls to her knees. No way Sylvia's going to let that pass!"

M: "There she goes! She's got Linda by the mane and she's putting those big strong legs of hers into Linda's tender tits like sledgehammers! Linda's just whinnying in pain out there!"

R: "A lesser fighter would be out cold, but Linda's staying conscious."

M: "That looks to be all she can do, though. Sylvia smashes her with an uppercut to the tits, and there's the white rainbow to go with it!"

R: "Sylvia gets her payback and then some! It's 95 to 50 as she not only almost doubles the horse’s score, but gets a giant stream of milk out of Linda."

M: "The only fluid that hasn't come out of Linda at this point is pissing her panties with fear as Sylvia takes her to school!"

R: "One more uppercut crashed into Linda's tits and sprays her like a milk fountain. It splashes over Sylvia's face as the pony can't even mount a defense."

M: "Hope Sylvia find that refreshing, at least, cuz Linda sure doesn't!"

R: "The big she-bull flexes for the crowd, clearly confident in her win and with good reason. She forces the punchdrunk Linda back to her feet and forces her to lean over the ropes. The crowd can see the black eye swelling shut and the countless bruises on her tits as they milk all over the ring apron."

M: "Ooh, and Sylvia looking to really make her mark on Linda! She presses her big body into the thinner pony's back, crushing her tits against the top rope as she bounces her against them."

R: "Even worse, you can see the closeup on the cameras. Sylvia's actually grinding her crotch on Linda's knotted up tail like a..."

M: "Err, yes. Thank you, Mr. Richter. We get it."

R: "Linda looks too beat and hurting to even realize how humiliating it is to get humped in front of the crowd, the bull's big tits resting on her shoulders... or is she!?"

M: "Linda with a sudden elbow right into Sylvia's nipple! It hits so hard that the cow squirts far enough to reach the front row!"

R: "Sylvia backs off real quick, and Linda's finally on the offensive again. She's gone raging bull against the she-bull!"

M: "That's ten points in as many seconds! 65 to 100 with just 10 minutes on the clock! She has a shot, but she'll have to work hard for it!"

R: "Well she's lasted this long into her beating. Don't say the girl doesn't have stamina."

M: "Sylvia's got her guard back up, stopping Linda's blitz short. One good shot to the snout sends Linda reeling and stops that adrenaline rush."

R: "She's got to be in a world of hurt. Every hit's going to be that much harder for the pretty pony to shrug off."

M: "Linda tries turtling up. That shot must have really rattled her cages as she tries to hit and run. She can't afford another head shot like that, but it's leaving her tits wide open."

R: "Open to punches as well as open nipples. She's leaking bad, and it's clear on her face that every shot forces out more. Sylvia is painting the ring white with Linda's insides out there.

M: "Any seasoned titfighter will tell you that's never a pleasant experience. Major distraction, increased sensitivity, and before long even the mammary gland will start to hurt out of instinct."

R: "Must be why it's a favorite target, and no different tonight! Sylvia is really digging into Linda. The horse can barely land a hit, but the bull is bullying her into a corner. There's nowhere left for her to run, Mona!"

M: "OOH, and each hit leaks more and more out of her! Sylvia's been paying attention! Each hit she's been experimenting with where her milk gland must be and she's just fisting it straight out of her."

R: "Linda has to lean on the ropes just to stay standing. She's crying and waving for mercy! Sylvia's broken the poor girl's beautiful tits that look like big lumps of bruises!"

M: "She's not even trying to defend herself now! Someone call the match!"

R: "Sylvia winds up to finish it, looks like another head... no! It's a double jab right to the tits! You can see the agony in Linda's eyes as she just looks dead on her feet! Her legs are shaking, and so does her lovely ass and tits with them. She's spit out of mouthpiece that bounces off those big leaking boobs."

M: "This could... yes! She's down! 71 to 112 in Sylvia's favor. could this be the KO for the night, or does Linda have another 7 minutes of suffering to go through...?"

R: "The ref is checking on Linda... I think she's moving..."

M: "That's just her still jiggling from Sylvia's punch. The cow is boasting and posing for the crowd while the ref makes the call..."

R: “She's out, people! Lights out on Linda! A double titpunch KO!"

M: "Really not unheard of in titboxing. You'd be surprised how many bouts ended with breast attacks rather than headshots. The pain can really be overwhelming to..."

R: "Hate to cut you off, miss mouse, but looks like Sylvia's not done with her. She stands on the horse's abs. Sylvia's squeezing her udders between her gloves and dumping her milk all over Linda's face. Truly adding insults to injury."

M: "Really leaving a mark, huh? And she gives one more stomp goodbye to Linda's boobs before she starts to head backstage. The big cow looks sore and exhausted herself, but she's riding high on that win while they have to drag her opponent out by the arms."

R: "We've got lots more on the menu tonight, folks so stick around and see who gets to taste victory and who eats the mat!"

Schoolgirl Showdown commission

two opposite girls facing off in a showdown for it all: the boy, pride, stripping between rounds, and a naked selfie for the loser. Something for those of you who aren't in on the Patreon. Don't sweat it. There's still stuff to be found on here.

The girls met exactly as planned. They were alone in the high school's gym after the end of the day dressed nearly identically in their school uniforms. Alexis (or Alex, as everyone called her) had short, auburn hair above her scowling face and brown eyes. She was a lean girl, active more than she was athletic. She was into hunting, hiking, and martial arts, so while she didn't have the show muscle of her rival, she was a solid and durable girl. Her bare feet padded across the wood floor of the gym to reach her opponent, the schoolgirl skirt showing off her strong, tanned legs that led up to her curvy hips. She was seen as a tomboy by some, but she didn't let a few nasty rumors get to her. She had developed a recent crush on the new kid Jason, which was exactly where she butted heads with the spoiled cheerleader princess.

Of course, that wasn't how Mary saw it. The pretty blonde had her eyes on Jason since he'd arrived. For everything boyish about Alex, Mary was the iconic girly girl. She loved all the dresses that Alex hated, and a talented dancer from her experience on the gymnastics team and among the cheerleaders. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and she still had stockings on when she'd taken off her shoes. It was a lot of work, but it kept in great shape, even if she was paler than the outdoorsy Alex. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her bright green eyes. Her shoulders were back and straight, thrusting out her already bigger breasts and making her taller build stand upright.

Both girls were confident for various reasons, but they also knew the risks of losing. The two had started a private chat war on Facebook the day before about which of them would get Jason and how to stop the other. It had escalated to this showdown. They would go on fighting until one of them quit, at which point they'd stop so that the loser could remove a part of her uniform. When one was rendered nude, they would have to beg and suck up to the winner before they committed what would be social suicide: they would take a naked selfie and post it online for everyone to see.

"So you had the guts to show up," Alex scoffed. "You must be dumber than you look, you self-righteous cunt."

"Please, you butch little bitch," Mary sneered back as they came face to face. "He doesn't want an ugly skank like you so long as I'm around. I'm the one walking away from this dating Jason, and you're going to be the one no one talks to when you show your flat tits and tiny dick to the world."

Alex growled furiously and shoved Mary in the chest, the first to let her fists do the talking. The slightly taller girl stumbled back a few steps before she slapped Alex angrily across the face. With no pretense of a formal start to their showdown, Alex grabbed Mary by her collar. The blonde was bigger and more visibly muscled (without losing her girlish figure, of course), but Alex had more actual skill and tactics to her fighting style based on her experience. Mary shoved and clawed at the brunette's face and chest, but Alex tangled her legs with the cheerleader's to hurl her to the hard floor. Mary grunted as she landed on her back, but she grabbed and pulled on Alex's leg to trip her down after her. Alex landed on her soft hips just before Mary pounced on her, grabbing her by the hair. The tomboy shouted as Mary yanked at her short, darker hair, but her fist wrapped around the bouncing blonde ponytail to twist and pull it to one side.

Mary's head tilted with the handle of hair, shrieking like a madwoman as Alex yanked and tore at her scalp. The bigger cheerleader shoved her hand into the tomboy's face, digging her nails into her cheeks until Alex turned her head and bit into her fingers.

"AGHH! You dirty dyke bitch!" Mary shouted, recoiling from the bite. Alex sat up and knocked the blonde off of her, letting her send a kick of her strong legs into the cheerleader's stomach. Even through the blouse and her abs, it knocked the wind out of Mary as she curled up and held onto her stomach. Alex quickly jumped onto her back, following her training and instincts as she slapped a quick chokehold around Mary's neck.

Neither of the girls were really experienced fighters, so Mary had a hard time escaping the simple hold. She clawed at Alexis' arms and tried to pull away, but the firmly locked arm was enough to keep her trapped. Mary struggled a bit more before Alex pulled her arm more tightly into her throat. "Give up, Barbie doll. I've got three more times to kick your ass, and I've got a schedule to keep.

Mary did consider it. It had to be a lucky shot for Alex to get her so easily in the first round. It was give up or let her knock her out, making that fight with that much more of a handicap later. She slapped rapidly on Alex's offending arm, grunting out "I give. Submit!"

Alex quickly let her go, Mary shoving her away and rubbing her neck. "Come on. Off with 'em," Alex demanded, getting up to her feet. Mary growled at her, but wanted to stick to the deal if she expected Alex to do the same. She undid her skirt, pulling it down from around her hips and tugging her stockings down with them. Beneath her blouse, Mary now only had her panties on.

"Nice look for you, slut. Can't wait to see more," Alex taunted.

"You would, you fucking thug dyke," Mary snapped back, throwing her skirt angrily into Alex's stomach as she stepped out of her stockings. "Now shut up and keep going."

The girls moved in on each other even more recklessly this time; Alex was confident from her first fall, and Mary was angry for the same reason. She couldn't believe she let the lucky bitch get the drop on her. So when Alex went in for a grapple to use her judo to her advantage, Mary didn't bother with any such setup and punched the tanned tomboy right in the jaw. The surprising hit made Alex immediately lose her grip and stumble back a few steps. Mary threw her whole body into Alex's midsection, tackling the brunette onto the gym floor.

The brunette was too surprised by the assault to mount a proper defense, her jaw still aching and Mary attacking with even more ferocity than she had to begin with. The blonde sat on Alex's chest and planted her freshly bared legs on top of the arms. Alex could barely claw at her attacker's legs, let alone mount an actual attack as she was trapped and startled. It left her as easy pickings for Mary to punch her across the face, repeating the beating in a furious frenzy as Alex's face flew back and forth. Alex moaned and shouted as she was subjected to Mary's fury, helplessly absorbing a dozen or so hits before she flailed her hands to smack desperately on Mary's legs.

"Stop! OW! I give!" Alex shrieked.

Mary gripped her hair to give Alex a dismissive shove before she stood back up. "Well that was fast," she gloated. "Can't take a hit, butch?" Alex glared back at her and rubbed an arm over her cheeks, which were sore and starting to swell. The bratty bitch was stronger than she looked, and doubts started to stir in the girl's otherwise tough persona.

Alex begrudgingly stripped off her skirt to match Mary's appearance, frowning even as she gestured for them to carry on with the fight. "Sure you don't need a break first, cunt?" Mary mocked, pressing her psychological edge after her recent blitzkreig. She smacked Alex in the side of the head, making her flinch away. Confident that she'd struck some fear into Alex, Mary grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into the folded-up bleachers like a wall. Alex's back hit with a quick clang, but when Mary threw another hard punch at her, Alex was quick enough to roll out of the way and let her knuckles hit the hard wood instead.

"AWWH!" Mary shouted, gripping her hand as pain shot through her arm. Alex immediately grabbed her by the collar and drove a knee into the blonde's stomach, forcing her to bend over clutching her abs. Alex bared her teeth angrily as she turned and slammed Mary's face into the bleachers, bouncing her pretty features right off of them.

A dazed Mary landed on her pantied ass, looking dizzily back at Alex as she stormed after her. The tanned hiker threw a kick that smacked into one of Mary's breasts, getting a cry from her as she cheerleader grabbed onto her leg instinctively. It happened to pull at just the right angle to make Alex slip and fall over, Mary slowly realizing her advantage and rushing up to her knees. She grabbed and bent Alex's leg to one side, angling her knee joint awkwardly as the tomboy let out a long howl of pain. Alex kicked and tried to pull away, but Mary placed herself with the leg as a partial shield against the attacks. With Alex clearly hurting from the hold, Mary saw her chance to sweeten the deal as she suddenly dropped her knee in between Alex's legs.

The boyish fighter gave a sickly, guttural noise as her pussy was crushed beneath her panties, eyes and mouth wide open as she clawed desperately at Mary's leg. She left some rough slashes along the smooth skin, but Mary grit her teeth and ground her knee in place on her sweet spot. "Say it, bitch! Let me see you cry for mercy!" she demanded.

Alex finally nodded, slapping the ground in submission. "Give! Give!"

"Again, cunt!" Mary ordered, lifting her leg just enough to slam her again.

"OWWWW! Dirty fucking... I submit! Stop!" Mary shoved the leg away and rose back up, smirking down at the hurting wannabe.

"Hell yes you do. Now top off, bitch so I can kick your ass again."

Alex glared daggers and pulled her top off over her head. Her cheeks blushed with anger and humiliation, muttering curses at Mary as she was left in just her bra and panties. Alex clenched her fists and moved in for Mary, who smirked back and put up her hands readily.

"Back for more? Alright. Then let's see those flat tits of your next." Mary tried to cut off Alex with a quick punch to her newly bared belly, but the fleshy smack did little to deter the insecurely furious tomboy. Alex blitzed right into Mary, bodies slamming into each other as Mary tried to tangle her naked legs with Alex's for better position. Alex put an end to that by grabbing a fistful of blonde with one hand and holding her in place for a hard punch to the cheek with the other.

Mary let out a quick yelp as she fell to the floor, dragging Alex with her. The tan girl landed on top, hands and knees digging deeper into the pinned cheerleader as she squirmed in vain to try to get comfortable. Alex still held onto Mary's hair, using it as a lever to hammer her face with several more rattling punches. Mary screamed and tried to defend herself, but Alex forced her over onto her stomach. Mary's breasts were crushed under their combined weight, the tomboy sitting on her back with her knee pressing down on the middle of her spine.

"Get off! You fucking dyke-ass bitch!" Mary raved, the pain making her head spin. Alex ignored her shit talk and grabbed one of her feet, pulling it up and back to twist Mary's leg into a submission hold. The cheerleader gave a sharp gasp, clawing and squirming to try to get free. This couldn't be happening! The wannabe boy on top of her was just some nobody butch while she was an overachieving cheerleader. She was famously flexible on her team, but the girl was bending her out of shape. No matter how impressive her build, though, Alex pulled harder with her nails digging into her thighs and knee into her back. She bent Mary into a perfect C-shape, her own foot almost touching her head as Mary screamed and sobbed in non-stop pain. She slapped at the floorboards, but Alex paid her back for the delayed release last time by biting into her bare foot. Mary gave a teary-eyed scream and shouted her surrender. "I give! STOP! STOP! OWWWW FUCK!"

Alex shoved her leg away and got up, spitting on the splayed out cheerleader. "Top off, cunt. Let's see that slutty bra you're wearing. Unless you want me to end it now."

Mary growled and wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood back up to her knees. She tugged her top off, revealing the bright pink bra compared to Alex's black one. "You ready, bitch? I've got more just like it for you," Alex goaded, but Mary bit her lip angrily and hurled her top into Alex's face.

It was a short enough distraction for Mary to rush in and grab Alex's shoulders, kneeing her in the crotch. Alex gave a sharp cry and bent over, trying to cover her pussy as it pulsed with pain. Mary wouldn't have it as she shoved Alex up against the nearest wall, pounding her in the stomach repeatedly as she let loose all her anger and frustration from losing to what she saw as the inferior girl. Alex caught her with a slap to the face that cut her off, then kicked Mary in the leg to drop her to her knees. Alex landed a perfectly-timed knee to Mary's chin, sending her flopping back to the floor. She tried to pursue her but winced and stopped to hold her tenderized stomach.

Both girls groaned and shifted slowly, Alex finally approaching the downed girl just for Mary to spring her trap. She was fighting much more cautiously and aggressively after the humiliating submission used on her proud flexibility, so when Alex was in reach she sat up and jammed a claw-like grab onto Alex's sore stomach. The young martial artist let out a loud gagging noise, telling her it was paying off. She used the grip to toss Alex onto her back, pushing her hand harder into Alex's guts to crush her abdomen with her gouging nails.

"Give up! Give you fucking dyke!" Mary screamed at her madly.

"AGHHH! Fuck you, you slutty poser!" Alex managed to swing one leg up and kick Mary in the side of the head, but she kept her grip on Alex by leaving several lightly bleeding scrapes along her stomach. Alex hissed, but Mary just slashed her painted nails down the tomboy's face. She screamed and clutched her face instinctively to protect her eyes, unable to do anything more to stop the assault on her belly. "STOP! I SURRENDER!" she screamed, echoed by her cupping hands.

Mary got back up, her carefully groomed blonde hair a sweaty mess as she tried catching her breath. She leaned on the wall and watched Alex like a hawk as the girl slowly sat up and pulled off her bra. It felt a relief to expose her sweaty, stinging chest to the open air. She rubbed at the stinging scratches on her belly, but it wouldn't be enough to stop her. She didn't have the same abs as Mary, but she was still tougher than the spoiled bimbo.

"I'm done fucking around with you," Alex growled as she forced herself up. "I'm fucking done."

"You're done alright, you little bully cunt. People are going to thank me for making you the internet slut by tomorrow."

Alex took a deep angry breath as she stood back up properly, the girls readying themselves as best the angry, tired, and frankly scared girls could be. Mary rushed at Alex to try to end the potentially last round quickly. It proved her undoing as Alex caught her by the long hair, turning and skillfully throwing her to the ground. She grabbed one of Mary's arms, bending it back behind her shoulder and pulling hard for another submission. Mary was ready for it and flexed her arm, the definition showing as she pulled back and overpowered the tomboy's attempted hold. Mary tossed Alex over her shoulder and mounted her, teeth bared in her fury as the blonde wrapped her hands around Alex's throat. The brunette gasped as her mouth hung open, trying to breathe as she pelted Mary with desperate punches and kicks, but at too poor an angle for them to connect properly.

Alex's eyes blurred with tears, but a lucky swing of her leg spiked her knee right against Mary's twat. She could see the stunned expression hit the cheerleader's face, so she shoved her back enough to throw a wild uppercut. It caught Mary right in the chin, sending her crumbling off of the tomboy. Alex hurried to go after her, attacking the first thing she could see on the splayed out blonde: she pulled open one of her flexible legs, reached under her panties, and began to scratch and pull on anything she could feel beneath.

Mary immediately came to, shrieking in pain and howling her surrender. "STOP! FUCK! YOU CHEATING DYKE, GET OUT! I GIIIVE!"

Alex backed off, breathing heavily and surprised to see Mary hurry to get her bra off. She was slightly bustier than Alex, but the real reason was she was explosively angry. It was never supposed to be this close. The nude selfie was on the line now. She couldn't get undressed fast enough to finish the stupid thug off and ruin her life for some payback. Alex's aching stomach was in knots over the potential of this fight, not considering losing against the preppy Barbie until just minutes ago.

Alex led off this time, trying to keep her cool and throwing a few punches at Mary. She backpedaled to avoid the first two, then ran past the third to punch Alex's tender stomach again. Alex visible reeled from it as Mary grabbed her by the hair and headutted her. They both bounced back wincing, since Mary had only really seen the attack in movies and not in practice and ending up hurting them both. Alex recovered first with a huge slap across Mary's naked tits, sending them jiggling wildly and Mary recoiling to protect them. Mary threw another kick for Alex's crotch, but she expected it this time and caught the foot to flip her over. Mary landed on her back as Alex came down on top of her.

"Get off me, you handsy dyke!" she shrieked, grabbing and squeezing her sharp nails into one of Alex's tits.

"In your dreams, you fake-ass Barbie doll!" Alex howled back at her, leaning a crushing hand on Mary's breast as she punched her in the ribs just beneath it. Mary managed to club her fist into Alex's temple, dropping the boyish brunette to one side. She held her head dizzily when Alex got up to her knees, balling her fists together and smashing them across Alex's back. She cried out in pain, but just before rolling to one side and grabbing Mary by the hair. She stood up suddenly and pulled with all her might, getting a long screech of pain as she dragged Mary across the entire gym floor by her roots.

"STOP! NOT THE HAIR!" Mary cried, tears shedding in pain and shame. Alex reached the far side of the room, just to swing the hair to smash Mary's face into the wall several times over.

"You fucking give, bitch!?" Alex demanded. "Because I will rip you BALD, you hear me!?" She couldn't see so much as she felt Mary shake her head no, so she shoved the blonde to the ground. She went to make good on her threat as she braced a foot on Mary's back, burying her hands as deep into her hair as she could and pulling up, her pinning foot adding even more pain to the hair pull. "Hope you own a good wig, skank!" Alex shouted over her wails and screams of pain, pulling until her arms hurt.

"I GIIIIVE! STOOOP! FUCKING STOP! YOU WIN!" Mary sobbed pathetically.

Alex twisted a knot of hair around her fist and pulled anyway. "I get Jason?"

"Yes! I won't touch him," Mary sobbed.

"And the selfie?"

"YES! STOP ALREADY! I can't!"

Alex let her drop at last, grabbing the curled up and sobbing Mary's panties and yanking them off her long legs. With her rendered helpless and naked, Alex shoved her feet into her face. "You remember the deal, bitch," she growled, still sore and angry herself, but proud more than anything to have wrecked the showoff skank. "Get kissing."

Mary could barely lift her head enough to kiss over the top of it, spending a few minutes kissing over it while degrading herself. "I'm sorry. I... I'm such a loser. I shouldn't have fought you. You're so much stronger. I'm such a pathetic slut..."

It was more of that for a few minutes when Alex shoved her foot to knock Mary onto her back. She walked over to the discarded clothes, digging out Mary's cellphone and tossing it to land on her tits. "That's enough of that. It's showtime."

Mary looked at her pleadingly, but she got no mercy from Alex. She took a deep, shaky breath, deciding that crying and looking broken and pathetic would be worse than looking good for it. She briefly fixed her hair, mustered a fake smile like it was a cheer, and snapped and shared the full body selfie of her bruised and naked body to Facebook. Alex smirked as she confirmed it on her phone, just to re-share it on her own page and let it go viral from there. "It's a good look for you, slut," Alex snapped with a grin. "Now I've got to go text Jason and see what he's up to tomorrow." She gathered her clothes and left before Mary dared to do the same, shuddering at the thought of the shame and ridicule her bravado would bring down upon her tomorrow.

Gold Digger Bodyswap, Parts 2/3

The first part was technically parts 1 and 2, so trying to not confuse myself later down the line. More bodyswap hijinx and learning how to live as a family of spoiled sluts.

The boys threw on some fresh clothes (since they had plenty to begin with) and decided to go out exploring. They had poked around the garage already to know their options and asked for a ride in the limo. It was fully stocked for their ritzy needs (mainly snacks, makeup and booze) and the driver took them for a ride around town. The streets of uptown California (where apparently they were living now) were classy as they could have imagined, and they were randomly lucky enough to be a part of it. Ethan and Jeff weren't exactly born into privilege as much as they were dropped into it, but it didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it.

They ate and drank some more, and eagerly stopped by a few shops. Jeff picked out some charmingly skanky new clothes for Mindy to and Roxi try out, and they stopped for dinner at a fancy Indian place that looked like they had no right in affording. Naturally, they did. They ended up overlooking the beach, enjoying popsicles from a street vendor and winking at the staring young men passing by. After all, it would have been their dream come true if they were in their shoes.

But they had seen their last stop for the night early on, and knew what they had to do when the sun went down. The night life started up, and this was clearly when these women shone.

It was just a scene out of a movie for them when they arrived at Starshine, the biggest and flashiest night club in their neighborhood. Everyone stared at their big black limo as the ladies with minds of men stepped out. Ethan wore a silky, skin-colored dress with random applications of glitter across its surface. Matching cream-colored heels capped off his long and toned legs while pushing up on my already large and perky ass. He had spent over an hour back at the house practicing how to walk with them and get his makeup in any presentable state. A strapless bra was basically there for formalities as his huge breasts kept themselves held up high and proud.

Jeff had gone a slightly different direction. He had gotten a long black skirt and a purple-lined black tanktop, standing out with his deep-purple lips and heavy eyeshadow. He looked more equipped for a rave, with his more simple, flat-heeled shoes, knee-high socks, and an extra stripe of sour-apple green put into his dark hair to keep the red ones company. Mindy had a simple dress or two in her closet, but he felt like this would seem the most fitting.

With the heads turning towards them, they started toward the back of the line; an intense wiggle to Ethan's to accompany the beat, and Jeff skipping merrily along with him. They didn't get far back when a big bald bouncer waved them to the front. They shared knowing smiles and strode back up.

"You girls looking to get in?" asked the baritone brute, and the two looked at each other and shrugged.

"We thought we'd check it out," Mindy giggled playfully. The guard asked for some ID's, which they'd double checked when they left the place.

"Ma'am, you're free to head in, but it says here she's 19. We can't serve minors."

"She's not minor! She's legal!" Ethan insisted, acting shocked by the age of his own daughter. "It's not like the police are going to raid a classy place like this!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the rules are the rules," he insisted. On the one hand, Ethan thought "good for him!" Stand-up guy. He'd met way worse bouncers before they found their college bar back home. But they weren't regular guys anymore. They were women with looks, money, and power leaking out of his million-dollar tits.

"Ohh, come on. Pleaaaase?" Mindy pried. "I won't even drink that much. I promise." The high school girl leaned into him, careful to press her breasts into his brick wall of a chest.

The taller and chestier Ethan leaned in as well, stroking his arm while one ample, plastic tit brushed against his cheek. "We won't cause any trouble. We're here to make friends. You want us to be friendly, right?" Ethan ran a hand down his hip, finally reaching his purse and sliding two hundred-dollar bills into his chest pocket.

Despite how he looked, the man wasn't made of stone: the promise of tits, both giant and barely legal, and a night's pay for looking the other way were too much. He opened the velvet rope for them and stepped aside. "Enjoy the club, ladies."

"Oh, you're a dream," Ethan giggled, rubbing her hand over his chest on the way in. Jeff went so far as to stand on his tiptoes and kiss the well-dressed goon on the cheek before he went inside.

Inside the club, the many voices mixed in with the overwhelming beat. Gorgeous and well-dressed people writhed on the dance floor or lounged near the bar. Low lights flashed and drifted around the room to make everything look wilder and more like a bizarre dream.

"Well? Get out there," Jeff urged, giving Ethan a firm pat on the ass. "Show them what you've got!"

Ethan emitted a gasp that wasn't entirely displeased by the short spanking. "Oh, you know I can't dance, baby," he warned, raising his husky voice over the music. "Not like this, anyway. Mommy needs her medicine."

Ethan had started to pick up on how Roxi must have spoken by looking over and practicing reading her various texts and posts. The voice was coming naturally, but he wanted to really sell it by picking up her manner of speaking and vocabulary. It involved a lot of pet names for everyone, possibly because she'd forget their names, and speaking clearly and confidently. No "ums" or "errs," no matter how stupid it sounded. They strode up to the bar, where they thankfully weren't checked again for their IDs after they'd gone through the bouncer.

"Hi, hon!" Ethan called over the music, resting his hefty breasts on the bar. It eased up the pressure on his back as well as got some immediate service. Tits like that were practically psychic powers when it came to getting attention. "Can I get a hard iced tea for me and my baby? We need something long and hard tonight," he said with a wide, pouty smile to make the innuendo as blatant as his curves. It was the fastest he'd ever gotten drinks, and in a place ten times as crowded as his usual hangouts. When the dark brown liquids came to them, Jeff pulled out a pair of twenties from inside his tank top and slapped them down on the bar.

"It's on me, mama," Jeff grinned at him, taking the drink and sipping daintily on his straw as he spun around, kicking his legs playfully to the beat as he watched the dance floor.

"Of course it is. That's my money, you little brat." Ethan pinched Jeff's cheeks in a spot that didn't have any makeup on it. "I spoil you sometimes. I really do."

"Well maybe if you'd spanked me more, I wouldn't need to find so many guys to do it for me," Jeff giggled back. They chatted and drank down their first orders, starting to loosen up and order a second for good measure. By then, they'd turned enough heads that a pair of young men moved in to pay for them. Between the wine during the day and their sweet cocktail, Ethan was even ready to let them.

"That dress looks good on you," the one handsome and tanned guy told her while Jeff was making eyes with his black friend with the shaved head.

"Everything looks good on me, sweetie," Ethan laughed loudly, taking his second glass of the liquored-up tea for the night. "I'm a Carter. This is my beautiful daughter Mindy, and I'm her even lovelier mother, Roxi."

Ethan went on through the night doing much of the same; they drank and they flirted, and Ethan went on talking about himself (or rather, Roxi and what she imagined she'd talk about concerning herself). He was able to do everything with confidence and shameless bravado, even showing his passing suitor how she could hold his beer in her cleavage. Roxi's body gave him that bold mix of a twisted sort of attractiveness and ego issues that he would never properly understand, egging him on to be as big, loud and happy as he wanted and no one would give him any shit about it because he was rich, sexy, and slutty.

Which lead them down their path for the night. Ethan was having too much fun to say no to anything. He danced with his gyrating figure, never thinking how ridiculous the silicone-stuffed Barbie doll milf might look while trying to twerk on the dance floor. He took all the free drinks and shots his improvised date offered, and had no problem pressing her hand on his thigh or brushing fingers over his fit and muscular arm. Ethan was clear on where the night was going (even through his drunken haze) when he looked over to check on his friend/daughter, finding her sitting in the lap of the darker club-goer with her arms around his neck, making out hungrily and sloppily.

"I think it's about time for my little darling to get to bed," Ethan giggled, turning back to... her man. Whatever his name was. "I can call up the limo. You have a place to stay, handsome? I've always got an extra place to put a guest..."

Ethan was soon stumbling back into his mansion, laughing merrily and holding onto her visitor's arm for balance. Jeff and her boytoy went off towards her room after the limo ride of aggressively taking and guiding the pub-crawler's hands over his body, clearly learning which of his new erogenous zones he enjoyed most.

"Kids, huh?" Ethan slurred, pulling his own guest towards his bedroom. "Gotta raise 'em right. Come on: the man of the house isn't home, and mommy needs someone to play daddy."

Ethan's first time being penetrated was absolutely overwhelming. The big fake tits weren't terribly sensitive to the touch, but the way they bounced and pulled at his body worked every muscle in his chest. It was strange to feel aroused by the man pinning her against the wall with his lips and hips, particularly with a new set of sex organs that were firing on all cylinders. His thighs opened and his hips gyrated as whatever equivalent of feminine instincts he had took over to guide him through it.

It was his first time, but it was a borrowed body, so Ethan went all out with his handsome, nameless friend. His drunk haze and Roxi's mature, experienced pussy let him go for hours, trying every position he could. He was on top, underneath, propped against the wall, and (probably his favorite) on his hands and knees getting his ass spanked and his hair pulled. It hit his clitoris at just the right angle, which was a pleasant and sudden reminder that he did, in fact, have a clit.

That was where his only real orgasm of the night came in; he'd felt a lot of little shakes that felt like miniature ones throughout their fuckfest, but there was no question about that one. His hips hammered back against the stranger's, taking him in as deep and fast as they could manage. Ethan's carefully preened hair pulled out of place into a bleach blonde mess, and he fell off of the hard dick and landed on his tits. He was shivering as his pussy twitched and flexed, squirting over the bedsheets while he barely felt his lover's cum hit Roxi's back and bubbly ass. He was too lost in his moaning and shaking, and when that faded he turned to clumsily grope at her random lover, urging him down to the bed and climbing back on top of him, straddling his face and returning the favor with his fat, enhanced lips around his still warm and sticky cock.

He must have blacked out shortly after, because he couldn't remember the night properly ending. He did wake up with the naked man still in bed with him, big dick and balls still in his face with Roxi's drool trickling over it in her sleep. Ethan jolted back upright, her exhausted lover barely shuffling in his sleep. Ethan tasted sweat and booze on his tongue, and he needed a shower. He considered the man on his bed and what to do about it; the alcohol had helped a lot, but the experience itself wasn't so bad. He ended up patting the man on his stomach.

"Wake up, big boy. I've got shit to do today.  I'll call you a cab."