Hellbridge Titboxing: Mona's Mousey Match (Patreon)

Part fan request, part thought experiment. I tended to write the Hellbridge stories in the sportscaster narrative, making boxing matches a little easier for me to write in a colorful way. One line can cover a whole combo of punches or draw out an analysis of a whole round in a dialogue.

That led to me slapping together Rick and Mona, two generic bantering announcers in the titboxing league. Busty mouse for a cute and educated sports reporter and a bulky rhino who’s a retired fighter himself with lots of goofy anecdotes. Even got Hellbridge to draw them for me a few years back https://www.patreon.com/posts/hellbridges-vs-31500669.

Somebody asked if Mona would ever fight herself. I think I’d made a point that she never had herself, only watched and studied the stuff. Pieced together the idea of a special promotional thing where she fights another amateur reporter type. That left me to wonder how to write it beyond a bunch of flailing rookies, especially with the two reporters busy as the fighter and a second. I settled on what if it’s their banter in the corner in between rounds, telling rather than showing the match via Mona’s battle damage. Think it came out a fun little brawl.

The International Titboxing League was widespread and very successful, providing coverage from matches all over the world. With not only their worldwide championship but numerous smaller leagues for each country, their network of technicians, consultants, reporters and accountants was massive, not to mention the fighters.

As if they didn’t have enough busty fighters, they had set up a promotional match between two of their sexier sportscasters. Mona was a light brown mouse with lighter blonde hair, and an announcer for many of the titboxing bouts set in America. She had her own little fan following, partly from her petite build, large glasses and even larger breasts. She was often paired up with Rick, a retired veteran fighter himself whose experience complimented her more bookish understanding of combat sports. Cameras were set up in one of the league’s countless gyms to record and stream the bout later on.

“I still think this is a bad idea. I haven’t actually fought before in my life” Mona pointed out as Rick tugged on the laces around her gloves.

The two amateur fighters had their coworkers acting as their seconds. The bulky rhinoceros had spent plenty of time in the ring during his prime. He had gained enough wealth and minor injuries to retire as a fighter and become a consultant/announcer. While he felt too old to fight, he was still barely into his 40s and with a broad, muscular build. He wore some simple shorts and a tight t-shirt as his casual gym clothes while Mona was… better dressed for the fight. The mousegirl was completely topless, dressed in nothing but her orange boxing gloves, boots and trunks in the usual titboxing style. Her perky beachball boobs bobbed lightly as she fidgeted on her stool in the corner.

“If the world say no to every bad idea, we wouldn’t have titboxing,” Rick dismissed.

“And I don’t wanna live in that world, Mo.”

“Glad to see you’re so invested in my safety, Rick,” Mona huffed, rolling her eyes.

She looked across the ring at her equally unprepared opponent. Olivia Chu was a black-furred squirrel and a popular reporter for the league up in Canada. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, slightly lighter with purple highlights dyed into it. She wasn’t as busty as Mona but had thicker hips and thighs. She wore matching clothes to Mona’s, as little as they were, but with pink instead of orange. Behind her was a tall male tiger in a dress shirt and slacks; her second and apparently the weather man for her particular news network.

“Don’t sell yourself short, missy. You’ve been watchin’ this stuff professionally for years. It ain’t the same as ring experience, but you really do know it inside out. Keep your head on straight and you’ll smack this bitch up no problem. Just keep movin’ and keep your guard on a swivel.”

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The bell rang to end round one and Mona readily stumbled back into her corner. She flopped back into the readied seat. Rick knew too well that she’d be wanting it good and ready after that round. Her hair was a mess and she was already sporting some reddened or bruised spots on her breasts. A faint bruise was already starting on the mousey announcer’s cheek, likely only because her opponent was equally untrained. Olivia, unfortunately, was looking far fresher but still winded in her corner across from her.

“Okay, messy start,” Rick advised as he started toweling her off.

“Yea, I noticed,” Mona grumbled.

“And easy with the hands there, buster,” Mona complained as he wiped some sweat from her full, bouncing breasts.

“Look, if you went through a round of your sweat irritating things between these grade-A funbags, you’d be thanking me. And if I was doin’ this for fun, you’d be able to tell.”

“You’re telling me you had the same problem with your moobs in the old days?

“Well more with my nuts in a ballboxing match. Got enough on your mind  avoiding cummin’ your brains out rather than chafing. I just meant you’ve felt it when I get serious.”

“That was one night!” Mona protested.

“I mean the first one was. Sure…”

Mona blushed. The two were professionals, even if those professionals covered women punching each other in the boobs all day. Their work always came first, but they’d celebrate together with a drink after a long week once in a while. She’d had a few too many and got the urge to find out what the experienced heavyweight could do in bed rather than the ring. They’d agreed to put it behind them and forget about it… until it happened again and again whenever they got the urge for whatever reason.

“Yea yea. Look, she’s got reach on you, and you wanna fuck that up. If you come in fast and hit her where it hurts…”

“Which is everywhere,” Mona pointed out to him.

“Yea, technically. But face and boobs. Watch your face and gun for those cuz she’s gonna have the same shitty defense as you.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Bust up her boobs especially around the edges. She’s supporting a lot of weight on em and if you can fuck up the pecs and sideboob, that’s gonna wear on her for the rest of the match.”

Mona pursed her lips. The logic certainly seemed sound. She had always been more of an expert on reporting and history of pro sports, so while she knew what worked in the ring, she didn’t have any actual history of putting it into practice. That was more of Rick’s specialty.

“Get inside her reach and stick in there. Raise all the hell you can before she gets away.”

The burly rhino clapped his hands on her shoulders to shock her back into focus.

“Ya got this. Go get ‘er, Moans!”

“Don’t call me that,” she groaned as the bell rang to call them back in.

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When it rang again, Mona came slumping back into her corner. It was more of a weary fatigue this time than the punchy way she had returned last time, which Rick considered an improvement.

“Okay! Okay, that worked,” Mona panted.

She was too thrilled yet winded to be uptight as Rick patted her down. He smirked as he tipped her water bottle into her mouth, letting it run down the sweaty fuzz of her chest.

“She got some clean hits in at the start there but you gave it to her good. Paid her back with interest,” Rick praised proudly.

“Yea! Wow, that feels weirdly good to get a hit in like that!”

Rick swept some sweaty hair from her face and toweled off her forehead. She leaned back and sighed deeply, letting her heavy breasts rise and fall with the breath.

“Feels a lot better than missing, that’s for sure. You just burn through all your stamina by whiffin’. Here. Look this way.”

“What? Is my makeup running?” Mona asked, still in a bit of a daze from the adrenaline and shots to the head.

“Nahhhh the league’s got that stuff so it wouldn’t smudge if you got hit by a truck but still marks ‘em when you kiss somebody. I’m just tryin’ to make sure that eye doesn’t swell up too bad.”

Mona gave a startled little yelp as he pressed a cold pack to her eye, suddenly reminding her of the stinging hook she took going in.

“Gotta hand it to ya, though. Nice work on the clinch!” Rick complimented her.

Mona blushed a bit but beamed wide, flashing her buck teeth. She had to notice that across the ring, Olivia was spitting out sweat and fur from being hugged into her cleavage. Her tiger second was also doing a lot of work massaging and icing her sore and swollen tits.

“If you can keep that up, darlin’, you got this under wraps.”

Rick gave Mina a firm and friendly pat on the side of her boobs, feeling her up as he gauged just how tender she was. She had an expected flinch but wasn’t too banged up all things considered. The bell called the ladies back in and he squeezed her shoulder supportively.

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When round three ended, Mona had to stagger back to her corner. Olivia gave her a brief smirk and a flick of her tail as they both returned with some streaks of white coursing down the curves of their breasts.

“Ok, looks like she caught onto your tricks,” Rick admitted as he took out a towel.

“Yea… yea maybe. She hits hard for a reporter, I tell ya.”

“I ain’t gonna argue. You got the bruises to prove it. And it looks like you sprung a leak there.”

“Oh geez. Am I bleeding?” Mona asked witlessly.

Her head was sore and spinning after a vicious barrage of blows from her squirrely opponent, so her bleeding without her noticing was entirely possible.

“No what I meant,” Rick said as he pressed a warm, wet washcloth to her nipple.

Mona gasped as it hit the sensitive tip and started lightly massaging it. It was an exciting shock that brought her back down to earth a little. The warm water ran down her fuzzy chest but it made her notice him wiping up the leaking milk she was lactating over herself.

“Oh. That. I guess she got a decent shot into the mammaries in there somewhere,” Mona muttered.

“Yea, somewhere near the end of the round. Still got the stains on the mats. Can’t let her wail on ya like that or she’s gonna have you on the mats next.”

“Okay. Okay, so what do I do? I need her to slip up, right?”

“Good to see you’ve still got your brains working in there. I was worried Liv had knocked them out through your giant ears in the last round.”

“Hey!” Mona reacted defensively.

“Or the way she was working your fat tits she might have been trying to milk them out of you instead.”

Mona scowled and swung one of her gloves and bopped Rick’s assisting arm. It was like hitting a washed up, kind of flabby brick wall (but a brick wall all the same).

“There we go! That’s what ya need!” Rick praised.

“It’s not about not gettin’ mad out there. It’s about bein’ mad and bein’ able to focus in on it. See red, then turn that red into a laser sight on the other bitch. So you really wanna fuck with her?”

“Whatever lets me win this, I guess.”

“That’s the spirit. You’re gonna go out there, guard up, get into a clinch and then kiss her.”

“And this is for WHO’S benefit here, Ricky?”

“You remember the match from the winter season with Sali Schultz versus Meili, right? Just give her one of those and you’ll have one big opening since you’re the only one seeing it coming. Now get in there, get kissed, then get pissed.”

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After round four, both of the furry amateurs were sweating buckets. Mona stumbled back sluggishly, a glove clutching at her face as she reached the corner. Rick quickly got an ice pack on the swelling black eye, some last minute payback that Olivia had landed on her as the bell was ringing.

“Oww. Be gentle on that,” Mona winced.

“Not what you said last time,” Rick muttered.

“Ha ha ha,” the mouse sneered sarcastically.

“I mean did it work or did it work? Tyrese over there is practically holding her up for her.”

“Oh the kiss? Yea that worked. I just didn’t think she’d be that… into it.”

“Gave you time to set up that sucker punch perfectly. Nice hook on you for a rookie.”

“Must be the bony elbows at work. Is that a thing?”

“Let’s pretend it is. But look at her. You’ve got her tits leaking so bad that she looks more like a zebra than a squirrel.”

Mona smiled wearily as she looked over at the tiger second struggling to clean up all the sweat and milk pouring down Olivia’s tits. Mona was leaking herself but nowhere near as heavily.

“I think the clinching and grinding got to her, especially when you got in those low blows there. I think she’s on the brink.”

“I mean I already put her down once. You think she’s ready for a knockout.”

“Not exactly. I think if you get one good pussy punch in there and I mean really grind it in, you might be able to make her orgasm and soften her up real bad.”

“Oh…”

Mina blushed at the thought. She’d seen it plenty of times in the ring, whether from intentional domination or what the pros called a “paingasm” from too many low blows while getting turned on by the fight.

“I think I see a flaw in your plan there, Rick.”

“How’s that?

“This is all based on me trusting that you know how to make women orgasm.”

“Oh ha ha yourself, tiny. You weren’t complaining last time. Just trust me on that. It won’t be quick but it’ll be a straw that breaks the camelgirl’s back.”

“I’ll TRY,” Mona sighed.

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The women had been tired and sloppy by the end of round four. End of round five, Mona was bent over and clutching her crotch with one glove. Every step seemed to send fresh shocks of pain and arousal through her pussy. Rick was all ready with his mix of towels and ice packs. One of which went right to her throbbing crotch. It was a shock at first but she sighed in relief a moment later.

“Ohhhh that’s the stuff…”

“Yea, I felt that one from here. One more reason not to count ‘em out when they’re down. I had the same thing back when I went nine rounds with Bruno the Bullserker.”

“There’s no way I’m lasting nine rounds of this, Rick. But I saw that one,” Mona panted. “Hot stuff.”

“Okay, you’re definitely delirious if you just complimented me. How many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

“Two. I’m not that bad,” Mona muttered.

She let Rick feed her some water before spitting it out into his bucket.

“Good. Because you might not like where they’re going.”

The rhino slid more behind his fighter and cupped one of her fluffy blonde breasts. He started gently squeezing it as Mona gasped and his fingers went under her boxing shorts, starting to massage around inside her slit.

“R-Rick! This isn’t the time…” she mewled.

She was too tired to fight hard about it, and it felt so good. She had gotten Olivia to cum early in the last round, but a rising low blow had busted Mona’s pussy when she was at her most confident and paid her back with an orgasm of her own. It was still soaking her sticky shorts and it felt good to have them pulled loose.

“Your tits are getting blocked up and you’re about to cum again. Your ears are doing that cute thing where you’re almost ready to blow again. It’s better to get both of them out now rather than in the middle of the round where you’ll be defenseless against them both.”

“I uh… oh… alright,” she muttered, giving into her urges as she slumped into her corner.

Rick’s massage felt amazing inside and out. His large fingers stirred around in her pussy, unsticking her lips from one another and lightly brushing over her clit. The smaller mouse twitched anxiously as her breast started oozing out more milk at a slower pace than it was when her mammaries were busted open in the middle of the match. It was much more pleasant, and her body was happy to welcome anything that felt good after getting pounded on over the last fifteen minutes. Her curvy little body twitched on her stool, a weak but eager attempt to hump at Rick’s fingers as her gloves gripped the ropes for balance. Her large front teeth bit her lip as she finally squeezed her eyes shut, cumming over her stool as she let out a held breath in a loud, husky gasp.

“Ohhh fuck!” she gasped out quietly.

She shook in place for a moment before calming down, breathing heavily in Rick’s arms. He prepped another towel and wiped up her tits before getting her thighs.

“Man, I ever tell you about my old manager Nikki Hauzer? Used to pull the same trick on me in my matches. Get your cock in her trunk and she could milk ya in thirty seconds easy.”

“Bad time for one of your old war stories, Ricky,” Mona panted.

“But thanks. Think that cleared my head.”

“And your clit. Just stay low so it’s tougher for her to get anywhere near your junk and keep bashing up those tits. She’ll crack eventually and then you work the head. Now go gett ‘er.”

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Olivia and Mona had given up forming much of a defense this late in the game. They were both exhausted and didn’t want to raise their heavy arms unless it was to strike back at the other woman. That meant they landed devastating blows every time, mostly based on their loud and guttural reactions to the all-out blows to their breasts and bellies.

When Mona unleashed the last of her strength into an aggressive combo, Olivia was leaking all over. Milk splattered off her tits and cum ran down her thigh while sweat made her slick fur stick to her skin all over. A haymaker to the jaw sent spit flying from her lips as her boobs bounced along after them, her legs stumbling limply beneath her. Mona gave a weary and nasally grunt as she swung again, bashing her right in her pouty lips and knocking the dark squirrel flat on her back. Her boobs bobbed to a gradual stop on top of her, but apart from her fluffy, twitching tail, it was the only part of her that moved.

The bell rang one last time as the match was called. Mona laughed breathlessly and threw up her gloves, just to wince as that made her spindly muscles ache. Rick came out and caught her wrist, holding up the limp limb for her as she sighed in relief.

“Thanks, Rick,” she panted as she smiled for the camera.

“Ah, no problem. A little foreplay and talkin’ shop with another fighter? I’m surprised they even pay me for this shit.”

“I mean it,” Mona giggled wearily.

“You got my back and I give you shit, but you know your stuff. I’m glad to have you in my corner and at my announcer’s booth.”

“Yea? You too, missy,” Rick said with a smirk as the tiger second worked on helping Olivia out of the ring.

“Annnnd maybe my bedroom later,” Mona muttered.

“Went without sayin’. You got my number if ya need me,” Rick said with a wink.