Titboxing In Training 6: Shark Attack (Patreon)

A real big one, but surprisingly quick for its size. Glad to see Sedna’s been so popular because she’s so fun to write.

I wanted to get a lot of things in here and I feel like I succeeded! Sedna catching up with her family, a slow and steady progress of Sedna’s amateur status, a few major moves and moments in the fight that feels climatic and close while marking their differences, bringing out Sedna’s rougher side so she can show she can dominate when she wants to.

Not much to say on Megan that I don’t lay out in the story but if you’re not a patron, I recommend checking out her art I got for her and Sedna fighting recently. I forget where it came from, but I liked the idea of Megan being a medalodon over a regular shark. Hellbridge has drawn sea creatures and dinosaurs before, so I assume there’s some rare occurrences of them. Doesn’t make much of a difference beyond some details and kind of a guarantee she’ll be huge. The general layout I wanted was for Megan to be stronger and dirtier than Sedna, but she has more actual experience and skill. I was also going to fall back on an old pun name I’d loved for a shark guy named Don(Donna) Megalo but someone suggested swapping it around instead.

But yea! Mean to follow up on the promised cameo at the end and then get Sedna into a proper league after that. So may start on more sooner than later, but would like to get my usual mix of stuff in here.

Sedna fell into the usual slow period after she met up with Diance. The outsider was only in Alaska for a few days for the wedding before heading back home. They kept in touch online, swapping everything from stories and tips to smalltalk and trash talk. Sedna admitted to being a little jealous of the New Yorker’s access to other gyms and sparring opponents while she was stuck with whoever was still willing to put on a pair of gloves with her. It still worked for practice, but she had a taste of real challengers while she had to keep working on her basics. If nothing else, her friending her on S’media had been a nice little boost for her ego. Between Diance’s recommendations and deciding to drop her profile link on her usual fighting forums, she’d gotten a decent little following.

A few weeks after their match, she got called to the gym for a meeting with Lonnie. Sedna was usually trusted to maintain most of her workout on her own. Her puffin coach had taught her most of what she could, though she always had tips to fill in the cracks on Sedna’s technique. The fact was that she was clearly outgrowing what Lonnie could put together for her in their isolated part of the country. She had some connections she could pull, but she didn’t want to hand it to the big seal when she could feel like she’d earned it. She had one last card to play to wrap up her rookie training.

“I’ll level with you, Sed. You beat just about everybody I can get my hands on closer than a plane ride away. The problem is there’s a lot of tough customers out here but not a lot of pro boxers.”

Sedna nodded as she sat in the chair across from her coach’s desk. The simple office chair was a tight fit for the wide woman who had only gotten bigger from all her bulking up and training. The muscles in her arms and legs hadn’t done much to tame her pot belly and overall hefty figure.

“You’ve done great so far. Don’t tell me you’re my final boss fight, coach,” she said with a smile.

The older woman half her size looked at her dryly.

“No thanks. You’ve beaten most of the bruisers around here already, and I’m more trainer than fighter.”

“I never did beat Jasmine,” Sedna pointed out to her.

Her coach rolled her eyes. She’d heard a little of what happened from contacting the muscular mouse herself, and the countless injuries Sedna had come back with told her plenty.

“She doesn’t count and you should know it. On the other hand, there’s some underground boxing circles that operate further out west.”

Sedna’s eyes lit up. “Oh! So I can just fight them instead, right?”

Lonnie shrugged. “To be honest, most of them are amateurs. There’s not a lot of official rankings or even a proper circuit. It’s a lot of whoever they can get to show up, and most of them aren’t even up to your skill level. They wouldn’t even be worth the trip. Megan though… Megan’s different.”

The name didn’t strike a chord with Sedna at all. Lonnie pulled up a photo on her laptop and turned it around for the seal to see. She still didn’t recognize her, but much like when she’d fought Bianca, she could immediately identify her as a boxer.

Megan Ladonna was a huge shark woman; a megalodon, technically, she’d learn later on. She was a solid mountain of muscle; fully bald and taller than Sedna and roughly as wide. She was topless with watermelon-sized tits and wide, fat nips, her skin an oaky brown color that paled around her chest and belly. She had a short, thick neck and a long, narrow face that was mostly muzzle, a high, scarred dorsal fin just barely visible past her bulky shoulders. She had a thick set of abs, black and red gloves, a thick, fin-tipped tail, and a sharp, vicious grin on her long face. Narrow eyes gleamed with a mocking, flirty look of challenge towards the picture taker.

“That’s Megan Ladonna. Unofficial top of the indie boxing circuit. I didn’t want to bring her up too soon for you, since she’s used to underground fights and doesn’t tend to go easy on her opponents. She’s strong, cutthroat and not afraid to play dirty to win. The word is she’s out here because she’s running from some assault charges from out of state. But I can arrange a match and I only bring her up because I think you can take her now. And I think it’s the perfect opportunity to show them what you can do.”

Sedna nodded, quick to agree with her coach. She’d never steered her wrong and didn’t have any reason to doubt her. The last part of her offer sank in a moment later.

“Wait… when you say ‘show them,’ who’s them exactly?”

Lonnie smirked. “I reached out to some of my contacts back on the mainlands. There’s a place not too far inland that’s going to be recruiting for their titboxing league next month, and if we’ve got footage of you taking on a beast like that, you’d be a shoe-in to get picked up. It’s still the minor leagues, but it pays decent enough that you could make an okay living on it and get some rep for moving into the big time.”

The chubby seal was clearly bursting with excitement. Her big sweet eyes were even bigger than usual as she failed to stifle a squeal. It would mean Sedna would have to move away from home, but she was prepared to run with it. It had always been on the table if she was going to become a globetrotting titboxer. There were the usual continental leagues and titles, but the real stars like Masha Nikolaeva and Marie “The Silicone Slugger” Dupont traveled frequently between promotional work and international bouts.

“I’m so ready! Any tips for me? Know anything about this Megan lady?”

“Not much ladylike about her. She’s a megalodon and she’ll pull any trick she can get away with. Even these random matches have their rules but they run fast and loose. Just be ready for anything and plan on fighting somebody bigger and nastier than you.”

Sedna nodded. She was already thinking on strategy, and one other person in particular.

“You’ll also want to bring your own second…” Lonnie started.

Sedna waved a hand assuringly. “Oh I’m way ahead of you on that.”

——

Sedna rode in the passenger seat of Poison’s heavy duty truck. The dock rat had tossed her stuff into the backseat and turned down her punk music to a dull roar so they could talk about the fight that awaited them. Sedna was as ready as she was going to be, warmed up and rested and at her physical peak.

“I only heard stories, but there’s only so much shit she can pull,” Poison rattled on.

“If she’s winning all these matches, she knows the rules. She doesn’t play by ‘em, she plays WITH ‘em. They always check for stuff like loaded gloves or hiding a shank. The good cheats (yours truly) are gonna try and slip in stuff around the gray areas. Whatever the ref can’t see, they can’t call. So watch for clinches, and for the love’a god watch your ass right before and after the bell. That’s when you leave a sucker with a little forget-me-not to throw them off. And this’ why I packed our own water!”

Her rambling on the finer points of cheating still made Sedna smile and distracted her from the actual fight. She still had to turn down Tammy’s occasional offer to bribe someone in charge. If she was ready, she wanted to do this right. She had seen enough pro matches and titboxing coverage to know there wasn’t a shortage of bitter heels, bullies and cheats floating around the big leagues. When the idea came up, Poison mentioned that she didn’t have enough going on here to stick around; she was game to tag along as Sedna’s second.

They finally arrived at what was closer to a bunker than anything else. They entered through a side entrance for the fighters and employees (or whoever actually ran these sorts of pickup matches) where Sedna dressed down for the fight. Poison tightened up her gloves, helped her into her robe and they were out on the runway.

It wasn’t as big or as glamorous as the major leagues, but closer to a real arena than anything Sedna had ever been to. Fans stood just past the guard rail or sat in some short stands. For an underground event of a “mostly legal” nature, it was pretty packed. Sedna was only momentarily surprised; the amount of small, confined communities and eagerness to find anything to do out in Alaska was a powerful force. The audience immediately warmed up to her, cheering her on enthusiastically. Sedna found their excitement mixing with her own, so she shrugged the robe off the back of her shoulders. She slung it over her broad shoulder, grinning widely at them and giving them a good look at one flexing arm and her impressive pair. The cheers only got louder with her crowd pleasing maneuver before she stepped into the ring proper.

Megan entered without bothering with a robe. The pale brown megalodon immediately pumped her fists in the air, showing off her thickly muscled body. She let out a hearty roar and thumped one beefy arm across her breast like a battle-hardened gladiator. It only made her firm tits wobble slightly, held firmly in place by her plentiful muscle. She wore red and black on her trunks and gloves, including flaming skulls on the back of her gloves like Sedna would see on a cartoon biker’s jacket. She was clearly in her element in the more bloodthirsty surroundings underground fighting.

Megan stepped into the ring, shaking out her muscles. Her narrow eyes ran up and down Sedna in an unimpressed scan.

“Welcome to the butcher shop, new meat,” Megan laughed confidently.

“Oh thanks! But I’m vegan,” Sedna responded with a sunny smile.

It was absolutely untrue, but her dopey response worked like she’d hoped. It visibly threw off Megan’s flow, her briefly confused expression the first break in the brawny shark’s confidence, even if she shook it off with a sharp-toothed grin.

The ref (a surprisingly large and stocky wolf) signaled the fighters to meet up in the middle. Sedna stepped up, looking slightly up at the taller megalodon.

“Oh, I’m gonna love crushing you,” Megan muttered as she leaned in close enough to smell her breath and bump her snout against Sedna’s. Sedna shrugged, still too excited to be scared.

“Just so long as we both have fun. I just hope you like the taste of your own milk.”

Sedna pushed her weight forward to bump her breasts into Megan’s. Hers wobbled playfully while the she-shark’s stayed mostly steady. She lingered there, gloves back on her hips as she mentally gauged the weight and give of the underground champ’s bust. Sedna was shorter and slightly less busty, but her milky jugs molded to tip up and meet hers head on. She always relished that pre match tingle that shot through their nipples, brushing together as they breathed. Megan scowled down at her as Sedna backed up enough to hold out her gloves between them for the final tap.

Megan thumped her gloves on top of Sedna’s to start the fight and hadn’t even finished with that swing when she went on the attack. She rode the downward momentum and rushed in to throw a lot of her weight into a heavy head shot. If Poison hadn’t warned Sedna about her approach and she hadn’t been basically baiting her into taking the first swing, it could have done some real damage.

Instead, the plump challenger ducked back and avoided the punch entirely. The crowd’s voices went along for the ride, shouting at Megan’s aggressive assault before being surprised at Sedna’s dodge. The flash of frustration in Megan’s eyes as she went off balance was reward enough for Sedna, but she righted herself while giving the vicious shark a parting shot to the ribs.

Megan regrouped quickly enough and set her sights back on Sedna.

“Don’t you run from me, butterball,” she huffed, her ego hurt worse than her body by the looks of it. It was still clearly a valuable target.

“Just playing hard to get,” Sedna chimed as she squared up with her.

The shark circled with her, at least realizing she couldn’t brute force her way through the young seal. Megan went in for some more reserved skirmishing shots, leading to a very gauging first half of the round. Sedna wasn’t much faster than she was but she knew what to look for in a proper opening much better than the brutish megalodon. She left a few blows bouncing into her brown belly and bust and even a clip to her angular jaw. The fact that neither seemed to especially hurt her gave Sedna an idea what she was up again, and when she had to resort to blocking a heavy haymaker, it stung and rattled her whole arm. She had picked up a decent head for analyzing opponents in all her practice, so she could tell that she had technique on her side, and definitely not raw power.

Sedna hooked her arm inside of Megan’s attacking arm, parrying it around the inner elbow and feeling her arm catch on the local champ’s meaty bicep. The seal rode her forward momentum  slammed Megan with a trio of direct punched to her boobs, squashing around the tight pair of tits against her ribs. It was the first big reaction her punches got out of Megan besides shock and annoyance, which gave Sedna a quick burst of hope.

Megan lunged back at her bodily, ramming her lightly damaged boobs into Sedna’s. Her bulk pushed her right back, forcing her to quickly recover her footing after the shove. She knew to retreat and regroup, but Megan brought a skull-painted glove hooking low and hard into her stomach. Sedna gave a winded gasp as her fist molded itself into her gut. It stung much worse than she was expecting. She could usually bait someone into tiring themselves out working through all her chub, but Megan hit hard enough to pierce through a lot of it.

Whether or not Megan noticed her surprise, she went in just as aggressively. She thumped a few quick but hard hits into Sedna’s upper body, forcing her back into the ropes. She brought up her guard before it got too bad, but she knew she couldn’t simply withstand that kind of beating for long. She shifted around Megans’ right and lashed out with her own, but the megalodon had a second swing coming at her right after the first. Both of their fists gloves connected hard with each other’s busts. Sedna’s punch plowed straight into Megan’s for a cleanly crushing hit, but the shark’s punch caught the inside of her breast and sent it whipping painfully away from its double. Sedna winced as she still managed to get Megan far enough back to shift away and spare a light rub of her arm against her tit. They had both landed their expected hits, but it was clearly a trade Sedna didn’t want to keep making since it was nowhere near an even trade.

Sedna kept shifting back and away, using her angles and footwork to keep Megan swinging for another clean hit. The newcomer didn’t bother engaging with her again, just trying to keep her sore boob from jiggling as best she could while she rode out the last few seconds of the round. Megan snorted bitterly before dropping her arms and heading back to her corner while Sedan found hers.

“Well that was rough,” Sedna huffed as she sat into her stool.

Poison was already buzzing around her, toweling her off and cooling her down with a  wet rag.

“Oh no fuckin’ way! You’re doin’ exactly what you’re supposed to out there. You’re playing it smart while she’s burning herself out. It’s not a quick strat but you’re winnin’ for sure. Just keep mixing it up so she can’t get used to you, cuz you’re surprising her left and right. She’s used to knockin’ out bums who need a but, not a pro like you.”

That did put her mind at ease. The mouthy rat knew what she was talking about, and the sour glare from Megan assured Sedna that she was doing something right if she was that unhappy with their warmup round.

“She’s got a solid jaw from the looks of it so keep it up on the tits and guts. Fuck ‘er up, big gal.”

The bell for round two summoned them back out.  Sedna shifted up her stance just enough to change gears, working fast and loose to keep stinging Megan with more testing and pestering blows. It worked swimmingly at first, minimizing her getting hit while scoring quick head and boob blows of her own. When she started to dip back again from a combo to jiggle back into place, she stopped suddenly when Megan stomped a heavy boot down on her toes. It barely stung but the stop in her momentum was much more jarring.

It sank in a second before Megan’s low, hard hit drove hard into Sedna’s inner thigh. It was just short of a crotch shot, but intentionally so given the angle. It smashed into her leg muscle, shaking her stance and getting a pained howl. Sedna had just opened her mouth for the wail wild haymaker caught Sedna right in the corner of her mouth. Sedna’s vision blurred as her muzzle warped from the heavy hit, rattling her instantly as the boom of leather on skin echoed in her head. The audience burst into excited or shocked sounds as Megan rained her devastatingly rough blows into Sedna’s body. Her tits and sides took a huge beating, sending the meaty seal’s bulk jiggling away from wherever Megan’s fists connected.

Sedna faintly heard Poison over the sound of her own body beating broken, but she didn’t need the advice. She got her boot out from under Megan the second she could manage, but her footing faltered as her weight shifted between her legs. She realized that was exactly why Megan had focused on punishing her leg muscles; to slow her down and keep her from abusing her maneuverability so she’d have to face her head on. Exactly what she didn’t want.

“Gotcha, bitch!” Megan seethed as she pressed her assault.

She loomed over Sedna but the seal realized she had nowhere to go but through the beast of a woman. She took a bracing breath and leaned in, ducking past her next swing and smashing a short but potent uppercut into Megan’s underboob. Her tit flopped up and down quickly, too heavy and muscled to go very far. Still, her targeted abuse of her bust got the first flash of milk to cross her breast. Megan still flinched enough for Sedna to spike some hard straights into her sternum, cracking her right between her breasts to send the whole shark’s body jiggling while staying too close for her to really wind up.

Megan quickly grew frustrated by that as well and threw her arms around the stooping Sedna’s shoulders. Her iron-like muscles tensed, pinning Sedna’s face against her chest. The powerful pressure against her neck made Sedna whine out as her snout squashed against the bruise bosom, reminding her of the fresh pain in her neck and head.

“You’re not going anywhere now,” Megan snarled as she tightened her grip.

Sedna choked noisily between her breasts and biceps. She could feel the blood in her head going places it shouldn’t be, and the smudge of red across Megan’s cleavage showed that she had scored first milk but not first blood. Sedna’s bloodied lip crossed Megan’s nipple before she swung a swift low blow into her belly. The sturdy shark grunted noisily, hearing it straight through her chest but still held tight. Sedna started swinging wider and harder, pelting her hips and sides but clearly having little effect. Her head spun briefly, but as she wriggled and found herself between Megan’s tits, she realized it was the best chance she had. She planted her boots and boosted herself up, sending her skull shooting right under Megan’s jaw.

Strong jaw or not, Megan’s head rocked back from the shocking blow. Her beady eyes widened and fluttered from the stunning headbutt, and Sedna felt her grip immediately loosen. With her guard wide open, the panting seal came out swinging with everything she had. She broke out of Megan’s hug and started pounding upward, smashing into the underside of her boobs and face. The megalodon reeled back, quick spurts of milk splashing over her chest and face as her head jerked around. She backpedaled but still didn’t fall, lashing out and grabbing Sedna by her hair with one flexible glove. Sedna hurried to try and block the expected blow, but Megan pulled her back into an embrace. Instead of squeezing her in a hug, she leaned her face close to hers and opened her mouth. With her serrated, bear-trap looking fangs exposed, she used the cover of her arm and glove to press her upper fangs on Sedna’s forehead and jerk it to one side, neatly slashing a cut above her eyebrow. A stream of blood immediately came down just past her eye.

Sedna cried out and recoiled, clutching at her spot instinctively to stop the bleeding. Megan took full advantage, smashing a few hard punched into Sedna’s face. She wavered on her feet before Megan threw a huge straight in between her tits. The already shocked seal gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, boob flopping on either side of the black glove and being launched down right on her ass. She clutched her chest and coughed for air, her eyes watering and squinting to keep the blood out of her vision. Even then, Megan moved at her and threw a booted kick at her head. It was Poison’s warning and Sedna almost forgetting she was in a boxing match that had her ready to throw up an arm, blocking it and throwing a bitterly hard punch into her leg.

The big wolf of a referee finally stepped in, roughly pushing Megan away with one arm. It absentmindedly occurred to Sedna why they’d have such a burly ref when the underground was dealing with such big and vicious fighters. He didn’t say anything but gave Megan a stern glare while staying between the two of them. Megan ignored him, grinning back at him with some of Sedna’s blood still on her lip. By the time the wolf turned back to actually start Sedna’s countdown, the bell rang a second later.

Poison whistled sharply and Sedna stumbled back to her instinctively. She dropped into her seat and slumped back, feeling barely clear on what happened while Poison went right to work. She wiped away the blood and sweat from her face before getting to her usual cold packs and breast cleaning.

“That got pretty ugly,” Sedna panted as she tried to recuperate.

“You kiddin’? You owned her ass for a whole chunk of that round. She’s really startin’ to feel that shit now. I like what you’re bringin’ out there, so keep that bullshit up. Rgh…”

Poison’s prase was interrupted by her cringing as she checked on her forehead again. Just deep enough that it kept bleeding.

“Yea, that’s a slash, not a stab… those can be tricky in a knife fight…” the sock rat mused.

“I forget how much shit you get into… does it need stitches?”

“Oh fuck no. Not in a match. Got something better in the short term.”

Poison produced a small tube of superglue and started carefully applying it to the cut. Sedna tried not to move to let her work and let herself rest. That left her looking across the ring where Megan looked quite pleased with herself. She raised a black glove and showily licked some of the red off of it. Poison patted Sedna’s shoulder.

“That’ll patch that shit up for a while, but it’ll open back up if you let ‘er. She’s trying to slow you down with all her bullshit, so keep bringing it. Show her that ain’t gonna stop ya and up your game.”

Sedna nodded, trying to center herself. She couldn’t calm down but she could at least be in control. The bell sounded and she got up, bumping her gloves together and moving in. Megan smiled at her with her dangerous mouth.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take what I’m di-”

Sedna suddenly stooped and punched the bullying shark right in the groin. Megan huffed loudly and brought a glove down to cup herself as the audience cheered the low blow. With Megan starting to double over, Sedna brought hammering blows down on her head and chest. She beat around her thick skull and smashed the sides of her tits to stretch and contort them against her pectoral muscles.

She did her damage before Megan rose back up with a heavy uppercut. The flexing arm swelled with veiny effort as Sedna felt agony run through one of her breasts. Milk sprayed in a thick streak across the ring as the hit threw her off balance, pushing her weight to one side. Sedna stumbled into the edge of the mats, facing the crowd as she clutched the top rope. Sedna dripped with milk and sweat out of the ring, her breasts and belly heaving for air and muscles swelling with stain from beating on the brick wall they’d named Megan.

Her panting became a wail as Megan came in behind her and kneed her between the legs.

“Payback’s a botch, you chubby cunt,” Megan snarled proudly as she went back on the offensive.

Megan pressed her bigger body into Sedna’s back, pushing her sore body against the ropes and leaving her tits hanging over them. Megan only had to reach around the wide seal to pound her boobs from either side. Sedna wailed with each booby blow, tits swelling and leaking from the steady pounding. A dozen or so punches into it, Megan brought both gloves together to sandwich Sedna’s poor boobs in between them. The seal screamed out from the intimate pain as the gloves ground against her mammary glands, spitting her milk out in thick streams. Megan’s low chuckle rumbled by her ear.

“You’re not ready for my ring,” she growled lowly.

Sedna was wide-eyed with pain, but at least she knew where her target was. She threw an elbow back and nailed Megan in the cheek right below her eye. Megan shouted and recoiled, so Sedna whipped around and threw a big backhanded punch across her face. Spit flew from Megan’s mouth as Sedna pushed through her pain for her counter assault. She pelted Megan’s head and tits with more heavy jabs, but the shark swung back. Sedna blocked a heavy haymaker, but she couldn’t hide her flinch as it made her weary muscles burn just to stop her.

Sedna threw another punch but Megan had her own follow up. The seal’s fist found its mark, smashing Megan’s cheek away while the shark’s hit her right inside the tit. Sedna let out another sore cry as her boob flopped away. Sedna backed off to cup her hurting boob, eyes watering as her swollen nipple let loose more milk. Megan moved in for more but Sedna dodged past another heavy punch, even as she leaked a trail of milk behind her. She threw a harsh double punch, crushing both of Megan’s mams flat as they finally started to show some give. Sedna stooped down and pummeled Megan’s muscle gut for a few deep parting hits. The shark staggered back into the ropes, but she planted her feet and her thick tail so she still stayed on her feet. Sedna was starting to wonder if she would ever got down or if she’d just get KOed still on her feet.

Megan righted herself and when Sedna came in for another maneuvering blow, Megan threw a lucky cross that cut her off. It rang her bell and stunned her for another big blow to the face. Her face warped with the hit and her eye started to swell. Sedna put up her gloves, shielding her head as Megan swung aggressively at anything she could. A glance at the clock told her to hole up and bear it rather than open herself up to anything worse, even as she started to feel the wet heat of her forehead wound reopening from the beating.

The bell finally went off, and Sedna still didn’t lower her guard. It didn’t keep Megan from slamming another hard punch into her rins a full second after the bell. The ref drove her off again, but Megan still found the space to lean over him and spit on the wincing Sedna’s face.

The seal found her way back to the corner where Poison swiftly cleaned up her various fluids. She wasn’t as chatty at first, her hands busy trying to stop her bleeding and milking, but she started after a few seconds of the harder work.

“The way I seen you work…” she started ponderously.

“You only two options when you’re in a fuckin’ fight. You play it smart or you go absolute apeshit. You can go one to the otha, but ya can’t do both at once.”

“So what’s that mean?” Sedna asked, wincing as Poison oiled up her tits and massaged her sore muscles.

“Pick a lane and fuck ‘er up. You’re doin’ more than you think you are out there. And I don’t care how much milk you got in ya. Just quit eatin’ those punches for breakfast.”

Sedna snickered just before the bell rang. Sedna wasn’t fully sure what to make of Poison’s advice but seemed to quickly fall into what she must have meant. The next round was very much a slugest, with both fighters either unwilling or incapable of much maneuvering. Sedna found herself bracing her feet more often to let her stay prepared for the hits and put more power into her own punches. They did a lot of damage to each other’s breasts and bodies, and while it certainly didn’t feel like a good idea, it felt like the only idea Sedna had.

She had picked up that Megan was solid, but her aggressive and sloppy technique made her awful at blocking. The seal used that to dart around and minimize her heavier hits while landing hard and clear ones of her own. When Megan came in for a wide and heavy hook, Sedna got inside her guard and deflected it with an inside punch of her own. She tagged her just shy of the shoulder and grabbed the arm, pummeling Megan’s matching boob with a jackhammering assault. Milk and sweat poured off the shark from the rapid beating, but she brought an arm between them as if to push her away. Instead, Megan dragged her arm across Sedna’s breast, much like the motion she’d done with her fangs. It showed that while her front and underbelly were solid but smooth, the darker skin of her back regions were rough and nearly like sandpaper. Sedna screamed out as that sharp pain scraped across her hardened nipples, protectively hugging her breasts to her body. Megan threw all her impressive weight and muscle into a strong straight to the face, sending Sedna flying backward and hitting the ropes. She caught an arm on the top rope, but rather than try and rest on them she let herself bounce off. She leaned into the momentum and threw a straining uppercut into Megan’s upper belly, making both breasts quake. Megan huffed but stayed rooted in place, tanking the hit with her hard body and smashing the saliva out of Sedna’s mouth with a wide uppercut of her own.

Sedna wavered on her feet, barely staying up as Megan threw a double punch straight into her tits. Sedna let out a huge moan as the air was knocked back out of her, making her lean into the gloves that stayed buried into her breasts. Milk spilled out past Megan’s dark gloves, painting them white as she gouged with her thumbs to keep them flowing. Sedna panted and pulled at her arms, trying to free herself weakly. She threw some flimsy punches at her face and chest in return, but she was feeling dazed from her last beating and entirely unfocused.

Megan grinned at her and suddenly dropped her gloves, grabbing and pulling down Sedna’s trunks. The seal’s bare ass and pussy were exposed to the crowd, her crotch fur soaked with sweat and the confused arousal that came with beating around her breasts so much. Megan knelt and threw a harsh uppercut into her pussy, making Sedna bounce off the mats for a split second before falling back onto the glove. The sadistic shark grinned as she ground her glove there, sending intense surges of pain and arousal through Sedna’s battered clit. The chubby seal managed to push her way back, just to fall to her knees clutching her pussy as she fell right outo of her bottoms. Milk, sweat and tears ran down her body as Megan rose up, letting out a weary laugh.

The shark stepped up to her, giving a couple mockingly quick but still painful bashes to Sedna’s face. It was only a couple because after that, Sedna smacked her glove away and bared her teeth as she threw a hammering uppercut to her groin as well. Megan mirrored her fall as she dropped to her knees with a shocked howl of pain, one glove on her throbbing pussy.

“OHHH! You stupid fuckin’...”

Megan took a moment of being stunned by the pain before she pounced on Sedna. She tackled her to the mats, seeming to forget this was a titboxing match as well as she simply tried to pound her into the mats. They were far too close to do much damage with the hits, but she was so intensely dense and heavy. Sedna was still short enough to duck around most of her frantic swings and shoot back some rib and boob shots of her own. The outraged ref’s booming voice cut in and yanked Megan back off of Sedna, practically hurling her away. Megan spat on the mat bitterly, and as soon as Sedna stumbled to her feet the shark pushed her way back into the fray. She sent a cheap shot for Sedna’s kidneys but the seal was used to her surprises and suckerpunches by now. She deftly parried the punch and socked her in the stomach, surprising Megan. She replied with some more angry, flailing blows but Sedna put up a simple guard to deflect them until the bell went off again. Megan snarled, but rather than risk pushing her tentative relationship with the ref, she stormed back into her corner. Sedna took a few heavy breaths as she lurched back to the corner.

“Okay… so what next?” Sedna sighed as she slumped back into the corner.

Poison got to work cooling and drying her off. It was only when the rat professionally rubbed a cool cloth between her legs that Sedna actually realized that she had left her trunks in the middle of the ring. The ref was currently collecting them and tossed them aimlessly out of the ring towards her corner. She was fighting completely naked apart from her gloves and boots. Surprising, but not something she hadn’t been prepared for.

“What’s next…? What’s next…?” Poison muttered, mostly to herself.

She looked lost in thought as she mopped up sweat and milk from Sedna’s body.

“I think you’ve got it.”

“What?”

“You know what you’re doing. I see it in ya. You do you and I think this match is over. Just trust that big ol’ gut of yours.”

It was surprisingly vague (and free of profanity) for her sleazy second. Sedna blinked in confusion, wincing as she felt the swelling blackness of the battered eye. Still, when she looked over to Megan’s corner, the megalodon was leaning heavily on the ropes and heaving for air, fuming with frustration. If she was this annoyed with her, she must be doing something right.

“If you say so…” Sedna breathed wearily.

Poison gave her a mocking poke in the breast.

“Don’t you go questionin’ my deep as shit wisdom now, bitch. Just do it,” the rat scoffed.

Sedna smiled crookedly and nodded as the bell called her back out. She moved in slowly before darting in, snapping off some more jabs as quickly as she could manage. She was slowing down, but unlike earlier, Megan was flinching when they hit. She was starting to finally carve through her defenses, but Megan lunged in with a deep hook into her belly. The black glove buried deep into her fat, making her huff as she rearranged her guts with the power blow. She pulled out the sweat-soaked glove and bashed Sedna across the face, sending spit flying as she went to all fours. The ref started a count as Megan paced nearby.

“Oh you are dead, girl. I’m gonna make sure you don’t step in ANY other ring after this,” the shark growled.

Sedna shut her out and took her time. She let herself drop to the mats, the damp material almost feeling cool after all her intense workout. She had been laid out on the mats before, and whether it was wishful thinking, the blood loss and head trauma, or just some level of understanding for the match that she didn’t fully understand, she knew Megan was wrong. She felt like she’d be down here many more times throughout her life.

With a strained grunt, Sedna heaved herself back up around the tail-end of the eight in the ten-count. The audience was fired up to see she was still going, even if she was breathing heavily and raising her gloves in a ready position took more effort than she remembered. It may have been why when Megan came in to finish the job, Sedna deflected her punch the very edge of her glove upward and snuck in a deep punch to the base of her sideboob, right where it met her thick ribs. Megan gave a husky shout as she stooped over and Sedna gave her heavy arms a break. She swung her shoulders, bringing her big heavy tits smacking across Megan’s face. Her head snapped with the blow, eyes glazing over in pain and surprise, so Sedna gave her a few more. She stood in front of her, shaking her shoulders to batter her face back and forth with the tit slaps until one heavy swing of her bust landed just right. Her boobs clapped together as they collided with Megan’s cheek… and put her flat on her side on the mats.

Sedna was surprised to see her down and as she backed off. Based on the huge shouts and murmurs from the crowd, they weren’t used to seeing Ladonna go down either. The megalodon was only down for a couple seconds, but the ref counted them down all the same. They clearly surprised and irritated Megan into hurrying back up.

“You… you slippery little river rat!” Megan gasped, obviously outraged to be brought down by the challenger’s tits alone.

She threw some more mighty swings her way, but something had changed. Sedna was barely putting any effort into parrying her blows, brushing them away with the very edges of her glove. Megan didn’t have much technique to begin with, and now that she was slowed and frustrated into repeating herself even more bluntly, she felt easier to read by the second. Megan overextended herself with a heavy haymaker and Sedna easily danced around it. When Megan whirled around to face her, Sedna was already in mid-swing for a short, harsh uppercut to her tit. The once firm jugs bounced sharply upward, and Sedna kept her other glove coming. She started juggling Megan’s tits with the constant barrage of leather, bouncing her tits up and down with her punches as the megalodon let out a long vibrating cry. Her milk splashed over her face and chest like her nipples were a part of a malfunctioning sprinkler.

Megan threw a hasty counter, but Sedna shifted her weight around it. It grazed her shoulder instead of her cheek, and she punished Megan with a shot straight to the nose. Megan reeled back and as soon as she righted herself, Sedna lunged in with a deep belly blow. Her musclegut failed her as the fist pushed into her insides, making her huff and spray her spit over Sedna’s shoulders out of weakness rather than spite. Her boot raised and tried to stomp down on Sedna’s, only for the seal to step back from the more blatant move. Her heel just hit the mats as Sedna shifted her weight, slamming a deep blow into her inner thigh that sent her leg bending away from her. Megan yowled and lost her balance as her big body crumbled to the mats with another heavy thud. Megan tried to hurry back up again, but she was still only up by seven.

“Should have stayed down,” Sedna noted, commenting more on letting herself rest than actually threatening her.

“Oh eat shit!” Megan snarled.

She came at Sedna again, but the seal was darting around her dangerous but sluggish swings. She hit anything open, targeting around her joints and soft spots while always punishing her heavily leaking tits. She ducked around Megan trying to catch her in another clinch, but the big shark rammed herself bodily into Sedna. It didn’t do much damage, but it still managed to shove her backward into a corner.

“You’re fuckin’ dead!” Megan roared as she threw herself at her hated challenger.

Sedna just barged right back at her, moving in too close for her to hit. She threw her arms around Megan, catching her arms as she brought them in to try and fight more close quarters. Sedna brought her arms around the burly shark and squeezed until her arms swelled with veiny muscle. She grit her teeth with effort, but now it was Megan’s turn to howl in agony as her sloppily leaking boobs were mashed up against Sedna’s grip.

Megan thrashed around, desperate to escape. A rare look of panic crossed her face as she tired herself out finally breaking free. Sedna had steered her around to have her back against the corner, so she sent a boob-crushing blow into her chest that drove her dorsal fin over the top rope and her back against the pole. She unleashed a barrage of huge hits that wrecked her bruised up boobs and body, leaving the shark draping her arms over the ropes just to stay up.

“What was that again?” Sedna panted without relenting on her assault.

“I’m not ready? You’re the one cheating left and right and STILL can’t keep me down. You think THIS shit hurts?!”

Megan’s mouth opened, whether to gasp for air or try and reply. Sedna knocked it open even wider with a harsh hook to the jaw.

“I’ve been through worse from a girl half your size. I put in the work that you didn’t. I’m not stopping now just because you’re scared of ME!”

Sedna kept up her beatdown, clearly whittling Megan down like she was carving a statue with her fists. Her hands and arms ached as if it were true, but her last word was accented with a deep uppercut right into Megan’s areola. A short spurt of milk shot towards the skylights before cutting off, the puckered, empty nipple showing that her tits had been completely drained. Megan clutched at her arm desperately, not able to muster the strength to hit back but seeking a moment’s relief from the beating. Leftover milk and sweat painted rivers down the already colorful purple of her bruised up body.

Sedna pulled her arm back out of Megan’s clutches, but the megalodon still wasn’t done. When the next hit came at her, she snarled savagely and lunged at Sedna. She brought up an arm to keep her at back but Megan bit deep into her forearm, jamming her sharp teeth deep into the solid muscle. A scream welled up in Sedna’s lungs, but it came out as a berserking roar. She sent her free hand to pound on Megans’ face, hammering her undefended nose and eyes. Her snout started to bleed, mixing with the redness coming from Sedna’s arm wound, but Sedna finally knocked her silly enough that she fell back. A huge, hard hit to the face knocked a few sharp teeth out of her mouth and onto the mats as Megan collapsed into the ropes.

One muscular arm draped over the middle rope to barely stay at a tilted stance, but Sedna mounted her bodily to pin her at least semi-upright. She bared her teeth as she mashed her tits into Megan’s, squashing the empty orbs with her fuller ones as she pounded at their sides to crush them from every direction. She could feel Megan’s nipples puffing up, overworked and emptied as they puckered and poked against the seal’s. A double swing came shooting in from either side, sandwiching the weaker jugs together. The uneven orbs warped against each other until they were almost flattened into a shape like stacked pancakes as Sedna shoved a muscled thigh between Megan’s, holding her up while her shaking ground her clit against the limb. Megan’s eyes glazed over, her bloody mouth gawking open as she shuddered. The constant attack on her nipples sent a paingasm gushing out of her pussy, the overwhelmed she-shark soaking the mats beneath her with her various fluids. Her legs fell apart in opposite directions as she crumbled forward, drooling a blood-flecked river of saliva down Sedna’s tits as her beady eyes rolled back into her skull. She sneered distastefully down at her.

“Don’t ever try and get in my way,” she growled at the glorified thug.

“And I won’t get in yours.”

Sedna just took a step back, letting the brutal heavyweight collapse limply to the mats. She landed with her face on the mats in a puddle of her own milk, tail and ass up in the air to show her tight trunks were soaked in her cum. She drooled out of her gaping jaws, twitching a bit before crumbling to one side, flat on her back and otherwise unmoving besides her breathing.

The ref went over for a brief check before waving his hands over his head.

“Winner by knockout! It’s Sedna the Glacier!!” he boomed.

He raised Sedna’s arm (after hesitating to pick up her bitten one and choosing the other instead), half-holding up the drained seal. The adrenaline died down, leaving her whole body ringing with pain. The audience went insane around her, making her already spinning head ring. She smiled all the same, checking on her arm. She flexed her fingers, and it made the bite sting, but there didn’t seem to be any lasting damage. Nothing she hadn’t felt before, so that seemed like good news. She looked at the downed Megan and glanced at the ref.

“Is it okay if I…?” she pried politely, nodding at her opponent.

“After the shit she pulled? Go nuts,” the wolf grunted casually.

“Thanks.”

Sedna stormed over to Megan and stood over her, straddling her head. Megan blinked as the light changed over her in Sedna’s shadow. The big seal dropped down abruptly, landing with her big naked ass squashing over Megan’s face. The angular snout tucked between her ass cheeks as Sedna’s pussy ground against her gawking mouth. Her own excited juices drooled into Megan’s open maw, leaving her with the barely conscious sense memory of her pussy’s taste. With all the rush of exhaustion, pain and pride going through her, Sedna was plenty turned on already. She raised a glove and teased one of her nipples as she facesat Megan, using her other hand to more abusively twist the megalodon’s tit until she shuddered.

“This is what you get…” Sedna panted between arousal and fatigue. “For even pretending you’re a real titboxer.”

She tensed up and sprayed an orgasm over her nose and mouth, her stubby tail whipping around to slap Megan in the face. The light smacks were all it took to put her out, falling limp again under the chubby challenger turned underground champ. Sedna went on enjoying it, riding it out as she added it to her list of the biggest orgasms of her life.

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Things went about as Sedna expected from there. Lonnie had picked up footage of the fight and sent it to her contact in the minor leagues. A couple days later, she got back to her that they were blown away by Sedna’s performance and were happy to sign her on. She would move to the Outside in another month, which left her plenty of time to prepare, recover, and spread the news to those who needed to know. She gave her restaurant her two-weeks notice, but they let her go early anyway. Poison had done her first aid on all her injuries but she saw a doctor to make sure everything healed up properly before she joined the league.

Most importantly, she went back home. Sedna wanted to tell her family in person, and after breaking the news to her mom over the phone she insisted on a big family dinner. She gladly accepted, not sure when she’d find the time to come back to Alaska and see them face to face.

The elder Selkias lived in a small compound of houses and buildings that were designated official property of her people. It was mainly seals like her, with a sparse few bears and reindeer who joined from other tribes. Sedna had moved out to the main cities when she was old enough, but she always thought of the place as a proper home. Her parents’ house was big enough to have raised the four rowdy kids of her family and had enough room to seat them, their spouses and various looser aunts and uncles (and one gray fox cousin) all around the table. It was full of food and laughter as Sedna ate up her favorites of fish and stew.

“Boop!”

A little nephew ran past her, poking her in the arm before clumsily running away again.

“Meeraq! Stop bothering your auntie! She just got her ass kicked!” her sister Amelia barked at the playful runt.

“I told you I won the match,” Sedna reminded her despite the thick bandage taped over her forearm. A simple bandaid worked for the bite above her eyebrow.

“Like you’d ever won a fight, softy,” her brother Yura laughed.

Sedna snapped a speedy punch into his upper arm, making him flinch and raise his hands for laughing mercy.

“Hey! No fighting at the table. Only laughing. You’ll upset your aana!” her mother warned.

Sedna’s grandma, the little old woman who was all wrinkles and smiles, just beamed warmly at one end of the table. Sedna beamed back at her and nodded a little apology before going back to eating.

“So I was thinking,” Sedna finally started well into the dinner.

“Before I go to the Outside, I wanted to… I dunno. Do something more… traditional. Something I could do to remember this place. Like take a little piece of it with me.”

Her father, a broad and muscular man with rugged features, smiled behind his whiskers.

“Well, in the old days…”

He patted his jaw, where he had a simple pattern tattooed from lip to chin.

“We got inked. They mark when you've learned something, and it’s supposed to help healing. It was more about learning to fish or craft something, but I suppose learning to beat the hell outta somebody counts too.”

Sedna checked on her bandage. The doctors said it might leave a scar, but no real damage beyond that. She supposed that would help cover it up, since she didn’t know many titboxers who sports actual scars. Especially from any underground bloodsport fights.

“That sounds perfect,” she said with a warm smile. “Thanks, dad.”

“Before you go, Sedna…” her grandmother croaked out softly.

“You really should give a proper farewell to your homeland. It can be cold and cruel, but it made you what you are. You are strong, prepared, and beautiful.”

Sedna blushed and beamed at her grandmother’s words. She nodded meekly.

“Ii, aana,” she agreed sheepishly, thumbing a tear away that the smile squeezed out of her.

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She had built plenty of igloos and snow forts in her younger days, and she remembered most of it. After a quick refresher from her dad that turned into a snowball fight with her brothers and sister, she suited up and hiked out into the snow. Sedna built her own little snow fort and spent a day alone out there with her fresh tattoo; a pattern of arrow-like symbols that circled her arm around the shark bite. She reflected on her path to following her dream and took the timeto really feel and admire her beautiful and frigid homeland. She’d never be that cold again, so she wanted to keep a bit of it inside her forever if she was going to be fighting as The Glacier.

It was a meditative little retreat, but she went back home the next afternoon. She gathered her things from her parents’ place before realizing she had a missed call on her phone. She brushed aside her messages for now to check her voicemail from Lonnie.

“Hey, Sedna. I got some more good news for ya. I was talking to my people to get things sorted out and it came up that they need some local talent in your area. They’re doing this charity event about saving the polar ice caps, so I dropped your name. Let me know if you’re interested, cuz…”

Sedna listened intently until her eyes went wide. She broke her silence screamed so loud she had to catch her phone as she dropped it.

“Holy shit! Holy SHIT!” she shrieked.

“Language!” her mother scolded from the other room.

“Sorry, mom!” she called back and hurried off to the car.

She needed a minute just to catch her breath. She relistened to make sure the message was real and not some hallucination from being out in the cold. She kicked her feet around and squealed at the confirmation. For all her recent triumphs, it was impossible not to geek out over this.

“I can’t believe it! They seriously want me to fight Masha!” she cackled in disbelief.