Hellbridge Titboxing: Post-Match Punishment (Patreon)

A quick side job I thought you’d all like. Based on the works of Hellbridge, the kickass furry titboxing artist, a short story of Fumiko the Japanese cobra defeating Masha the Russian polar bear and then dominating her in the locker room.

“A right hook to the jaw from Fumiko! Masha is running out of gas and it’s showing as her reptilian rival tears her defenses apart! She’s throwing everything she’s got into the poor polar bear who can barely hold up her own gloves! Her tits are so bruised up they’re starting to look like grapes! And a HUGE cross to the face! Masha is down! This might be it! The busty bear is barely even moving!”

Carlos the chameleon’s commentary was completely ignored by the fighters as Masha hit the mats. It had been a long hard bout, but Fumiko had dominated in the last couple rounds. The Asian cobra beat the Russian polar bear to a pulp, leaving her in a clearly beaten position. They had both been fighting in nothing but gloves and boots, leaving both fighters’ many bruises visibly exposed. Masha was only slightly worse off than Fumiko, particularly in her fat, swollen black eye that had only gotten worse as the fight went on. Now the titboxer was splayed out on the mats, her legs practically spread eagle as she couldn’t muster the strength to fight the finishing 10-count.

The bell rang to end it all. Fumiko strutted around the fallen bear, flexing her taut muscles and bouncing her big and proud chest. After a moment of basking in her victory, the snake’s eyes went back to her opponent. She knelt down beside her, cupping Masha’s head in her gloves and roughly forcing her off the mat. The punchdrunk polar boxer barely knew what was going on by the look of her.

“It’s not often I can get that close of a match,” the Japanese champ purred. “Allow me to repay the courtesy.”

She could see how soaking wet Masha’s pussy was from all the beating her breasts and body took. Fumiko ran the thumb of her boxing glove over the bear’s pussy, making her moan dizzily. Then she slammed a short, swift punch into her spread legs, hitting with a distinct splat to show off her arousal. Masha gave a quivering cry as the blow was enough to push her over the edge and squirted a sloppy orgasm in front of the crowd.

Fumiko smiled at her expense and the horny cheers of the crowd. Deciding she wanted to enjoy her loser further, she slung Masha’s arm over her shoulder and lifted her off the mats like a claimed trophy. Masha was shocked that she still had the strength to lift her, but Fumiko confidently carried the still quivering boxer back to the locker room.

“So you’re just as pathetic as they say,” Fumiko gloated. She dumped Masha unceremoniously to the floor of the locker room, letting her sweaty and cummy opponent land in a heap. She struggled enough to get herself back on her hands and knees, breathing heavily as her head spun from the orgasm as much as her beating. She stared up at the bruised but still powerful and confident cobra.

“Now you listen here, you little slut. If you don’t want me to kick your ass any worse right now, you’re going to worship me like the true champion I am. Do you understand, bitch?”

Masha shivered, lacking the strength to really fight back. She bit her lip, a last ounce of pride holding out on agreeing to such a threat. That faded away as Fumiko grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to her knees. Masha screamed as Fumiko forced her big, bruised tits up against the hard steel of a locker.

“AHH! Yes! I’ll do anything!” she howled instinctively.

“Good girl,” Fumiko purred. She finally peeled off her gloves, digging her fingers deeper into Masha’s hair.

“Then worship the better body that defeated you like a good little loser.”

Masha was humiliated to find herself dragged up to her feet. Fumiko flexed one of her impressive biceps and pulled the polar doll into her. Masha winced as her plump breasts bumped into Fumiko’s, sending fresh pain through her like a warning. Her lips curled in distaste before starting to kiss around the curve of the cobra’s arm muscles. Her dark blue lipstick painted it with clear markings as if proud of her submissive work.

“There's a good girl. Doesn’t it feel good to know your place? As the stupid whore who dared to try and fight a real champion?”

Fumiko flexed and bounced her biceps, making it bump into Masha’s face mockingly. The polar bear moaned as she couldn’t help but find the power play attractive, her spirit already broken from their time in the ring.

Fumiko seemed satisfied enough to drag Masha over to her chest. She shoved her head down so that the bear’s swollen face dragged across her leathery bust and dropped at her inverted nipple.

“Just like my muscles, my tits proved better than yours. How does it feel to know you were entirely outmatched tonight in muscle, tits and technique?”

Masha mewled as she obediently licked at her tit. She had to use her lips and tongue to draw the nipple out of hiding to worship it, as if she were begging for the right to praise her tormentor. She took it fully in her mouth along with as much as much tit flesh as she could.

Fumiko startled her with a slap to the face. “I asked you a question, you stupid teddy bear!” she demanded.

“It feels good!” Masha blurted dimly with the tit smacked out of her mouth. “I’m sorry! I… I’m so tired…”

“After a humiliating defeat like that? Of course you are,” Fumiko scoffed. “But if you’re enjoying it so much, why aren’t you touching yourself?”

Fumiko took and removed Masha’s gloves, stripping her of the leather weapons like she was taking away the last of her strength. Seeing her demand and the threat that came with it, Masha nodded and went to Fumiko’s other breast. She sucked and drooled over it, moaning as she began to masturbate. For all her shame, it felt so good to pleasure herself while enjoying a mouthful of sweaty, tender tit. Her weary moans even made it sound like she was enjoying it more than Fumiko.

“Much better. Now clean up what you started. Beating the shit out of you got me a little excited, so this is all your fault, really.”

Masha was in no position to argue. Fumiko forced her down to her knees, making MAsha kiss along the cobra’s abs until she was face to crotch with the winning titboxer. She whimpered before she stuck her tongue and muzzle between the thick and muscular thighs. She ate out the winner’s pussy, finding her big and hard clit waiting for her. Fumiko gave a loud and appreciative grunt that made Masha blush in shame, only to find herself moaning along before long. The sweet taste of the rival boxer and the strong smell of their mixed sweat invaded her brain, triggering her helpless libido. She mewled as Fumiko reached down and slapped the side of her tits, knocking one bruised orb into the other.

“There’s a good bitch. Clean out your champion before you worship every inch of me.”

Masha moaned and nodded as her mouth pulled back from the reptile’s pussy. Her deep embrace was obvious as her dark blue lipstick left imprints around her slit, mementos of her own humiliation.

Fumiko started to push and pull on her victim’s hair, roughly humping Masha’s face like she was nothing but a cheap sex toy. The polar bear wailed in mixed pain and pleasure, gasping for air whenever she wasn’t buried past her nose in her foe’s dripping wet pussy. Fumiko grabbed Masha by her tits, squeezing the tender orbs roughly. Masha moaned loudly from the fresh pain in her bruised jugs but Fumiko ignored her, using them as handles to shove her up against the lockers. She humped Masha’s face faster, the metallic bashing of her head against the thin metal in time with her facefucking. Masha found herself reaching up to cup and grope Fumiko’s tits, teasing her exposed nipples. At first it was in hopes that she would finish sooner but before long she was lost in submissive pleasure, serving her mistress with her every movement.

Fumiko finally groaned, forcing Masha’s face against her slit as she squirted over her. Her gushing cum mixed with Masha’s lipstick to smear it over her crotch and Masha’s face, leaving the Russian champ a sticky and pathetic mess. Her eyes rolled and her tongue hung out to accept the winning woman’s cum, staring up at her expectantly. Fumiko smirked down at her, her huge breasts thrust out proudly as she flexed both of her massive muscles like a goddess above the kneeling bear.

“A good start… but I’m sure you’ll come to enjoy being my bitch more and more over time.”

Masha moaned loudly as Fumiko pulled the beaten bear back into her pussy. Just how long did she mean by “over time!?”