Monster Road Trip: Genderswap Bops (commission) (Patreon)

Another commission I worked on during the down time. The return of Monster Prom genderswap stories with boxing thrown in there. It's been posted enough times on the Pat that I figured post that here as well. This time stepping into Monster Road Trip (which I need to play more of sometime) with a new stop added: the boxing ring! Time to see how you fare against the buff boy version of Polly Geist: Paulie!

It was an exciting summer, all thanks to the road trip Scarlet the werewolf and Paulie the ghost had planned for you.  They had a few supplies and even fewer plans as they went to cruise across the desert with you as their welcome third wheel. It was probably because nobody else was crazy, stupid or desperate enough to go along with them, but you knew a chance for love when you saw it.

You drove through farmland, haunted houses, tourist traps and magical diners before you reached one of countless forks in the road. You expected there to be a lot more straight highways cutting through the desert, but they just seemed to keep popping up. The prankster duo looks back at you to make the call as usual, since none of them bother to read the map. You skim the icons quickly, and there’s the candy and dildos factory orrrr… the boxing gym! You stifle your excited squeak over your hidden fetish and point ahead.

“Er… make a right,” you say, navigating your friends towards your kink.

“You got it, bro!”

Scarlet speeds off in the direction you suggested and you arrive at Barlog’s Gym. You’d heard of the chain being promoted by various boxers like The Crypt Clobberer, Pharoah Punchublokov, and The Hydra But With Boxing Gloves. You step inside the busy collection of muscled bods and clanking weights. A huge, fiery man with a blazing whip, massive bat wings and a clipboard steps out from behind the front desk.

“Welcome to Barlog’s Gym, where we whip you into shape. What can I help you with?”

“I wanna learn to be a referee!” Scarlet blurts out, raising a hand.

“Really?” you ask.

“Heck yea! I play so many sports already. I should learn what some of the rules for ‘em are.”

“Well I wanna start throwing some punches. Suit me up, fry guy!”

Paulie doesn’t wait for confirmation. He doesn’t even wait for the locker room. He was already stripping down, never needing much of a reason to get naked. He floated off, presumably to get some gloves and trunks. Or they just wanted to get naked for any reason at all. Barlog looks at you.

“What about you?”

A. Go to referee training.

B. Practice with Paulie.

You chose B. +2 Hype.  -2 Stamina

You came to a boxing gym, so you may as well box. Barlog points you towards a changing room and you switch out into a tank top, trunks and some fresh red boxing gloves and boots.

Barlog points lazily towards one of the rings.

“You’re in Ring 5,” he adds.

You climb into the ring and shuffle in place, getting used to the feel of your gloves and boots. It’s an exciting feeling, but not as exciting as when you spot Paulie entering from the other side. He incorporeally phases through the ropes, already dressed in his own gear.

Paulie’s ripped blue body is the buffest piece of ectoplasm you’ve ever seen. His wavy hair billows like a wisp of smoke but the rest of him is surprisingly solid. He has some light stubble and brownish red gloves and trunks. He still wears his sunglasses over his forehead and his usual pendant dangles in the cleavage of his pecs. It bounces around as he thumps his gloves together, grinning confidently.

Also Scarlet is there. She’s changed into a very tight striped referee shirt and some slacks. There’s a “Boxing For Dumbasses” guide book tucked into her pocket. It’s a wet dream come true as you try to keep yourself from drooling.

“Okay you, two! Come out fightin’ once you hear the bell!” Scarlet instructs you confidently.

A ring bell clangs rapidly from just outside the ring, startling the wolfgirl.

“What the heck was that?!”

You’re so distracted by the exciting scenario and Scarlet’s usual good-natured idiocy that it’s all too easy for Paulie to bum rush you. He doesn’t have much of a boxing stance but he sure can throw a punch as he clocks you right in the face. You can barely get your gloves up at all before Paulie’s punch sends you snapping back into the corner. Your back hits the turnbuckle and you grab onto the ropes for balance, which just leaves you even more vulnerable than when you started.

“Oh man! Boxing’s super easy. Right, bro?”

Paulie’s content to keep showing you how easy it is rather than wait for an answer. You start to mumble something out when he drives a glove deep into your guts. You huff and double over, only staying standing because of his forceful glove and the help of the ropes. To his point, boxing must be a lot easier when you’re an athletic surfer party dude and not the dorky tagalong friend on these adventures.

“C’mon, wallflower! There’s a whole ring for you to get beat up in! Let’s go explorin’ and have some real fun.”

Paulie’s forever flirtatious teasing comes with him cupping a glove under your chin. Your drool pools on the dark red leather as he leads your winded and dizzy body as easily as if you were hypnotized. He suddenly released his grip, raising the beefy blue arm and wrapping it around your neck. Paulie traps you in a headlock, mashing you between his pecs and biceps. For somebody who died an unknown time ago, the ghostly hunk sure does feel warm. You’re neither strong nor motivated enough to force your way out of the hold.

“Hey, Scarlet! Headlocks are cool in boxing, right?” Paulie called over to your ref in training.

He swings a few punches into your face, even as he asks. The lumps of leather keep eclipsing your vision, making you see stars for a split second before he pulls them back to wind up for another head shot.

“Oh, right! Good question. Lemme check.”

The she-wolf flips through her training manual. You both know that it might take a while since Scarlet can barely read. Paulie even scoffs before he slams a knee up into your stomach. Your whole body shudders from the cheap shot, coughing out air and spit to speckle on his buff body.

“You know me, dude,” Paulie chuckled, flashing you a grin even as he beats you senseless.

“I don’t care about the rules except how fun it is to break ‘em. Like I’m pretty sure this is illegal too, right?”

Paulie pops their knee up again. This time it goes right between your legs and crashes into your junk. Any energy you had left over for fighting back drops right out of you as your hands go to cradle your crotch.

“Yeaaaa. That looks pretty illegal,” Paulie muses, even as he continues to smile proudly.

“But this is why we get along so well. Fight the power, right, cutie?”

It’s hard to be mad at Paulie when he considers fighting dirty against you some kind of bonding. It almost dulls the sting as much as the fact that you’re super horny to be in his clobbering clutches. At least your groaning and blushing makes it sound like you’re just getting your ass kicked rather than perving out.

Paulie suddenly whips you up to your feet with a flourish. You stumble back upright just for the poltergeist pugilist to slug you with a right hook to the cheek. Your face squashes out of shape just for him to catch you with a left that squishes it in the other direction. You find yourself stuck between his heavy gloves, puffing up your face and lips in a mocking fish face.

“What’re you puckerin’ up for, silly? You’re supposed to be fightin’ remember? Buuut… if you insist!”

Paulie leaned in between his grinding gloves and planted a kiss on your lips. The ghost boy’s experienced tongue pushes and rubs itself around inside your mouth. Your eyes go wide as your usual groans are swallowed up by the spectral stud. It’s all so sexy that you almost forget about the pain and the fight.

That was probably exactly what he planned anyway. Paulie took your breath away with the embrace but he does it all over again by smashing you right in the breadbasket. Your loud grunt flies out of your mouth and into his before the blue bro backs off and laughs.

“Gotta keep your guard up!” he tuts playfully as he pelts you with a few more jabs.

Your slobber splashes out of your gawking mouth as Paulie keeps you guessing. Your throbbing loins keeps all your focus off the fight, which seems to be a very effective strategy.

“I checked the book!” Scarlet announces.

“And there’s no rule against kissing. Which is good, cuz otherwise me and boxing were gonna have words.”

She confirms your suspicions that they’re not stopping the spar anytime soon. Paulie’s free to pummel your head and chest, making you wobble and dance at the mercy of their punches. Your head spins as the tingling pain soaks into your body as a steady ache all over. Paulie finally lets up on your beating, only to pinwheel his arm around and around.

Even with the hugely telegraphed and showy windup, you’re too much of a dazed and sweaty mess to stop him. Paulie brings it all home with a huge uppercut to your chin, knocking you a couple feet off the mat before you come crashing back down. You drop to your knees, your upper body wobbling around for a second before you flop down flat on your back.

You’re left staring up at the gym’s lights when Paulie’s broad-shouldered bod blocks your light. He squats down, abruptly planting his tones ass down on your chest. It winds you again, but its worth the look at his trunks bulging so close to your face.

“C’mon. You call this a match? Gotta make it last if you’re gonna have any fun.”

Paulie stays mounted on your chest and decks you a few more times. You grunt pathetically as your head ragdolls left and right with the punches. Your brain numbs with adrenaline and arousal, creating a confusing but perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Paulie leaves you a vulnerable mess underneath him before he grabs you by the hair in one glove. He pulls you up by it, but doesn’t bother to stand back up until he’s had your face mashed against his trunks. You can feel the firmness of his bulge just behind the sweat-smelling fabric. You’re always surprised whenever you’re reminded that ghosts can sweat.

“C’mon. I bet we can milk a little more outta ya,” Paulie says with a wink as he stands back up.

He drags you up with him, propping you up on your shaky legs. He unleashes a barrage of undead punches, harder and faster than ever now that you’re nothing but a standing target. You have no hopes of winning, so you let yourself go limp and enjoy the beatdown as best you can, a dopey smile forming on your face as you get more and more punchdrunk. Paulie connects with another meaty uppercut, making his pecs and biceps bounce as he pours all his spectral muscle into it.

It’s all your blurry eyes can focus on as you go numb and flop forward. You grab at anything to catch yourself, which ends up meaning you’re stuck clinching with Paulie. Your exhausted body drops you face first between his big blue pecs. You’re strangely comforted to be in the muscular manboobs of your opponent, nuzzling into them without even thinking about it.

“Enjoyin’ the view, bud?” he chuckles as you cling to Paulie’s pecs.

You try to agree, but you can only mumble and nod drunkenly. Paulie laughs happily, making his pecs bounce even more against your face.

“Well you’re no champ, but at least you’re not just staying down like a chump. Here’s a little treat for keepin’ up with me.”

Paulie pulls back on your hair. It’s hard enough to make you arch your back and stare up at him, forcing you out of the awkward embrace of his sweaty chest. He forces another kiss on you as his free glove goes to town on your lower body. You grunt and moan, unable to hide your appreciation of his punishment with his mouth right on yours. Your body trembles with each hit, and you’d find yourself drooling if Paulie’s tongue wasn’t there to lap it up for you. The sensual spirit dominates the hell out of you and you’re finding you wouldn’t want it any other way.

When his gloves go lower, your noises start to turn into needy mewls. Paulie focuses his punches into short, sharp blows to your crotch. It creates a vibrating effect that drives you wild, ignoring all the aches and pains for the rhythmic pounding on your groin. Her eyes roll back in your head from the mix of arousal and stinging punches, shuddering as you suddenly stain your trunks with your orgasm. You feel Paulie’s lips curl into a smile before he winds up and breaks off the kiss. You crumble forward, landing with your drooling, gawking mouth on his raised bicep. He bounces and flexes it a few times before pulling it away, letting you fall to the mats and black out on the spot.

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You wake up back in the car. Scarlet and Paulie are back in their street clothes in the front seat. Paulie turns back to face you.

“Oh hey! You’re up! You didn’t miss much.”

Scarlet grins, baring her fangs. “I learned that kissing IS illegal. So I went to the supreme court of boxing and I filibustered them until I got the majority votes to legalize kissing people you’re punching!”

“It’s true. She got people crying and everything. It was super moving. Also, here!”

Paulie picks something up from the front seat and tosses you the boxing gloves you wore in the ring.

“Here. I stole ya a pair of gloves. Consider them a souvenir. They even still smell a little like me.”

You blush and quietly accept the gift, failing to mention what you plan to do with those gloves the next time you have a moment to yourself. Judging by the way Paulie grins, it looks like he already knows anyway.