Lily Max Punches Out Grand Tigress (Patreon)

Lily had made it. She was in the big leagues now. She was through the initial tournament, officially signed on with the Foxy Boxing League, and her bank account balance had more than three digits at a time. She had celebrated with her family already, and introduced them to Doc. While her folks had been as supportive as could be with her career as a stripper, they were delighted to see her moving up into professional sports. Apparently they were big fans. Lily had been ready to explain it all to them, but somehow this felt even more awkward.
She’d also taken a tour of the place. The main arena near her was set in the US (Pennsylvania, for whatever reason), but had locations all over the country and a few official ones internationally. The overall setup of the place was a lot like the demo tournament she’d gone through, but bigger. Huge arena seating, more like a hockey rink than a rented out school gymnasium. They really treated her like royalty too. They gave her a nice room in an apartment near the arena that they kept on reserve for her, which was nicer than her old place anyway. They gave her an advance to get some new clothes, but her old tank top and shorts or sweats look was still her favorite.
Doc seemed pretty pleased with the deal as well, but then again it had been her plan all along. It was the coach that reminded her to keep her head out of the clouds, though, and to focus on her training.
"Those goofballs you were fighting before were amateurs," Doc pointed out to her as they jogged to the gym (or rather, Lily jogged while Doc slowly rode a bike beside her). "Now we're in the big leagues."
"I getcha. No more fluffed up supermodels and disco nutjobs. I'm taking on real boxers now."
"Oh, hell yes you will. You're in foxy boxing, baby. You're in the ranks of Bald Beulah, Sherry Vodka, Spanky Southerland, and Kayla the Killer Clown."
"So... even stupider gimmicks."
"What can I say? If you wanted serious, you'd go to boxing. If you want sexy and a show, you go to foxy boxing."
Lily considered it a moment, puffing through her rhythmic breathing. "So they've all got something to prove too."
"You get it, kid. Just because you gotta look good to get into the league doesn't mean they don't have the skills."
They entered the gym where a big metal boxing glove hung in the middle of the sign, labeling itself "The Power Glove." Inside, Lily saw all builds of women at work on machines she'd never set eyes on before. She had gone to a smalltime gym run by her father in downtown New York. Ground zero of the FBL had all sorts of new and strangely specific gear to work with. A busty redhead was sitting in what looked like an arm machine, but whenever she pulled the lever, padded weights would crush her breasts together. She'd wince in pain, then pull back and do it again.
"Builds up breast endurance. You come in here with a good rack and girls are sure to go after it."
Another girl seemed to be shadowboxing on a mat in slow motion, but as they passed her by, Lily saw elastic bands surrounded by coiled springs attached to her gloves that kept trying to pull her back.
"Raises up your punching power. That much resistance added to your posture and you'll be feeling light as a feather and strong as an ox when they come off."
A tall and muscular Asian woman sat in a large plastic seat, something like one of those race car simulators Lily remembered in arcades. A large rubber mat was in front of her, with a projector creating cutesy little faces in front of her. The woman swiftly punched each of them, but shivered after the first two and started to struggle with anything further, sweating as if she were exhausting herself.
"Every time she hits a target," Doc added a bit more quietly. "It triggers the vibrator built into the seat. Helps you learn to focus on the fight instead of getting turned on by a pretty face."
Another skinny woman stood on a wide platform, hopping and rolling around while stomping her feet and slapping her hands on various colored buttons, arrows and dots on the ground. The buttons flashed and blinked in no apparent pattern, possibly cuing her or maybe responding to her touches. Lily looked at Doc when she didn't speak up.
"Don't look at me. No clue what that thing does." Lily snickered as she was led off to what resembled a normal heavy bag, but with some extra cables at the top and a little thicker than usual. "This here's what they call The Payback Bag. I've been watching you fight for a long time now, and you know where your strengths are?"
"I hit like a bitch twice times my size?"
"I was gonna say speed, but that too. You hit em hard and fast, and before they can lay a glove on you, if you're lucky. But what happens when they do?"
Lily winced a bit at the heavy hits in her previous matches that had almost brought her down in one shot. "I getcha..."
"So that's your real weak spots. You don't have the reach of the big girls, and you don't have their stamina. You're strong enough to hit like they do, but you can't take a shot to the mouth like them."
"Phrasing, Doc..."
"Point is, we gotta toughen you up. You gotta give as good as you can take. And this bad boy is gonna show you how. Go at it."
Lily spent the rest of the afternoon learning just how the bad worked. Sensors picked up on where she hit it and gave off shockwaves and vibrations back of similar force. Doc had wondered if it would make her hesitant to strike back, but was pretty pleased when Lily just got mad and spitefully tried to pay back The Payback Bag. Everything on her hurt by the time she was trudging back to her place.
"That's a good sign," Doc said proudly. "If you hurt that bad, that means you gave that thing hell. And that you'll be that much tougher tomorrow."
"Why does there have to be a tomorrow?" Lily groaned sarcastically. "Just let me die in my sleep from all the internal bleeding I clearly have. At least then I won't have my fucking vag muscles ache."
"What can I say? It's a thorough workout."
"What you COULD have said is 'don't hit that spot because that's the one smashes you in the cooter."
"...yea, that's fair."

Lily was given a couple weeks to train and get accomidated before her first official match came up. Her opponent was going to be Sadaf Laghari, an Indian woman that went by The Grand Tigress.
"Not too much about her yet," Doc reported. "She's a rookie, 2 wins and a loss in her 4 months so far. Not the biggest girl here, but a tall one, and fights like her name suggests."
"Lucky me. There's no trees for her to climb," Lily added sarcastically.
"I mean she's got a bit of you to her. She's tough and doesn't pull her punches at all. It's a rare match where you might outlast her on stamina alone. Just the main thing to watch out for is her eyes."
"Scuse me?"
"Everyone who's faced her says it's something to do with her eyes. She likes to say she's a hypnotist, but I think it's more like mind-reading. She ain't the strongest or the fastest, but she'll try to see you coming and then hit you where it counts."
"You got it, coach," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "I'll do my best to not look longingly into her eyes."
"Pretty thing like her? Might be harder than you think."
"Yea, if I'm a perv like you."
Doc just laughed and fit the pink robe over Lily's gloved fists. "Let's go impress the big shots."

Lily had already prepped herself for the size of the crowd. She'd even smiled when the announcer called her "The next big thing in a small package." They'd even redone her intro video with some of Doc's new footage of her jogging down the city streets and beating a punching back until she smashed it off its chain (even if they'd loosened them up before the shot, but just a little). All set to that 8-bit remix Doc had put together. She couldn't help but grin excitedly before she got her game face on.
The overhead screen flashed her stats: as usualLily Maxine WaltersHeight: 5'0"Weight: 98 lbsBust: B’s
As she settled in the ring wearing her newly bought outfit (black sports bra and green trunks, gloves and boots) the music changed to an exotic Middle-eastern  mix of pipes and strings. She was lean but tall, giving her a slightly long and stretched out build. Colored mists poured from the entrance she came out of, and she had a long, fluid stride to her steps. She had smooth, naturally dark skin and wore fine silks. Some were draped along her arms and trailed after her movements, but they also made up her top and partly translucent puffy pants. What looked like a real tiger skin was wrapped around her one shoulder, and a black head-wrap was drawn around most of her face and hair.
Frankly, Lily felt she was trying really hard to look like a genie, and felt like being offended FOR her. When she reached the ring, the music picked up its pace and she swiftly pulled the garments off in a few quick flourishes. It left her in tiny pink briefs and a bikini top, still wearing the wrappings on her face when she entered the ring. She left them on as she leaned into her corner, an older woman picking up her discarded clothes and waiting as her second.
Sadaf "The Grand Tigress" Laghari:Height: 5'11"Weight: 145 lbsBust: E cup
Lily eyed her strangely, but the Arabian woman stared back at her calmly. Lily raised an eyebrow but Doc patted her back. "She's trying head games, kid. Remember what I old ya."
"Yea, no duh. But no eyes. Right." Lily rolled her shoulders, ready for the bell. It was only when the ref motioned for the women to step up that Sadaf took off her wrappings and tossed them aside. She had a rather pretty face with small but precise features. Lily imagined she'd have kept it on the whole fight if the league didn't have some pretty strict rules about what you could bring to the ring (and how much you could wear).
The girls tapped gloves before the bell, and Sadaf smirked at her. "I am in your head already, short thing."
"Please. If you knew what I was thinking, you'd be running already," Lily shot back, largely unphased by her display.
As soon as the bell rang, Sadaf lashed out and pelted Lily with a blow to her jaw. It wasn't the hardest thing in the world (or maybe all the training was paying off), but it startled her into retreating. The Indian woman rushed after her, clearly going all out to attack Lily as fast as possible. Lily ate a few more hits around her head and shoulders, but she put up her guard and started to dodge around the punches. Lily took a step towards her to try to surprise her with an uppercut, but Sadaf glanced down and leaned into a low punch. Lily instinctively leapt back and just avoided the punch aimed at her pussy. The woman had left herself wide open with the attempted dirty move (though more frowned upon than illegal), and it annoyed Lily that she'd even tried, so the American girl was quick to pay her back with a barrage of hits to her pretty face.
Sadaf retreated and threw a few gloves out to deter Lily, but the little boxer was coming in fast and maneuvering around the blows. She nailed the woman's dark-skinned ribs with a few hooks, but Sadaf finally one precise shot in that nailed Lily in the nose. She winced and brought her hand up to guard her face after the disorienting hit, but when she looked back up, Sadaf had moved in close and clinched with her. Lily glared back at her angrily, starting to struggle only to fail to realize just how close the Arab woman was... and how close her big, sharp eyes were to hers.
"Got you." Sadaf summed it up as Lily snapped out of it, looking at her in confusion as the showy woman pulled back. Lily gave a puzzled shrug and took up another fighting stance. The crowd was shouting and booing something or other.
"What? Did you steal my panties while I wasn't looking? Let's go, you fucking showoff." Lily lunged for Sadaf, throwing a feint at her stomach before going for her jiggling brown breasts. Sadaf entirely ignored the feint and parried the real punch, getting a frustrated grunt from Lily. It seemed to somehow go on like that. Sadaf remained a step ahead of her, dodging Lily's heavier hits and blocking her light ones, never falling for her feints.
"The hell, you slippery slut?" Lily growled, started to grow annoyed as she had to slow to keep from tiring herself out.
"You are under my spell. I know every move you'll make. The match is mine," Sadaf grinned. Lily frowned back at her and moved in again. A few more blows missed and Sadaf wove around them, sneaking in more punches to her smaller breasts and shoulders. They were quick and hard, if not terribly crippling, but it made her heavier punches that she send towards Sadaf ache to use. She fought more carefully, but that just left Sadaf more chances to strike out at her. She wove around Lily's gloves and bashed her with some heavy blows to the face, spraying spit and then blood from Lily's mouth. The Arab was definitely fighting smart rather than hard, going for precise hits to Lily's joints. She had no real right hitting them every time, but she was proving way too accurate for Lily's liking.
The Tigress darted in for her again, both gloves going out and Lily recognizing the move from earlier. She was going for another clinch, just when things went bad last time. Lily didn't want to risk it again, so she suddenly stopped in her tracks and waiting until the last second to fire a big uppercut into Sadaf's chin. The Arab's pretty face whipped upward, her face a mask of shock for a moment before she gave up on the clinch and suddenly jabbed out at Lily again. She twisted her glove just right to nail Lily in the neck, as close to her throat as the big padded glove could. It made Lily choke and retreat herself, Sadaf apparently settling for a stalemate over a loss. Lily caught her breath as she retreated, keeping her at bay and trading glancing blows until the bell rang.
Sadaf gave her a wink and went to her corner as Lily sat in hers. "The hell was that?" Lily panted, rinsing the blood from her mouth while Doc rubbed her sore shoulders.
Sadaf gave her a slightly weary wink and went to her corner as Lily sat in hers. "The hell was that?" Lily panted, rinsing the blood from her mouth while Doc started rubbing her sore shoulders.
"Told you to watch for the eyes," Doc warned with a shake of her head.
"Doesn't answer my question," Lily panted as she caught her breath and winced at Doc's firm rubdown. "How'd she read me like that."
"She didn't. That's just what she wants you to think. She's been pulling mindgames on you the whole time since she got out of backstage."
"Doesn't mean she can see through me," Lily insisted, leaning her arms over her knees and taking another drink.
"Look, kid, she's not reading your mind, she's just getting in your head. If you're mad and confused, then that means you're fighting obvious. She was seeing three moves ahead on you."
"Yea, the clinch surprised me. Didn't plan on having tits like that up against me. But..." Lily gestured towards the resting Arab. "I got her at the end. When she went for it again, I caught her off guard."
"So it doesn't last long. Either you'd calmed down..."
"Not likely."
"Or she can't see that far ahead. She sees those three moves ahead but then loses track and needs a refresher."
The bell rang all too soon for Lily as she growled under her breath.
"Watch your vitals. You can beat her in a head on fight, so don't let her choose when you face off," Doc advised quickly. "And don't watch the eyes. Stare at her tits if you have to."
"Oh, I'll watch the eyes alright," Lily huffed, thumping her gloves together and heading back out into the middle of the ring. Sadaf came out with her same method as last time, coming out swinging hard and fierce. Lily let her wild opening backfire by blocking and retreating, hitting where the heavy and wide swings left open. Lily ended up ducking inside a haymaker and smashing both gloves up under Sadaf's breasts, getting a sharp gasp from the tigress as the boobs wobbled in her tiny top. She caught Lily with a cross to the face, sending the shorter girl's head snapping away but still on her feet. Lily staggered, but lunged in to grab her foe around the waist and dug a few short hooks into the Indian's ribs again. Sadaf smirked and reached out with one gloved fist, but grabbed and steered Lily's head up to hers rather than hitting her.
As soon as her eyes were about to meet with Lily's, the shorter girl put a stronger curve on her next blow to hurl it up into her face. Sadaf gave a short scream as she fell over backward. She landed on her ass, scrambling back up by a 3 count. She grabbed at her face, backing out and lowering her glove at last to show the swelling of a black eye that Lily had started.
"Try staring at me through a shiner, bitch," Lily laughed. That was the problem with a technique that needed eye contact; until she made the connection, Lily would know exactly where her face would be.
"As if I'd want to look at that ugly face of yours," Sadaf snarled back at her. Lily had clearly hit a nerve.
"Good," she thought. "Payback feels nice."
The Tigress came out at her again, Lily pleased to find she didn't go for the "hypnotism" trick again. Whether it was the black eye really interfering with it or her simply being too insecure about trying it again, she'd cut off that technique of hers. Sadaf still attacked with her same viciousness, Lily having to play defense again as she used her speed to dodge or toughness to block the wild hits. Lily could see her starting to sweat from all the attacking. She'd be getting sloppy soon.
Sadaf took a wide swing for Lily's face, but she brought up both gloves to absorb the blow. Before she could bring her arms down, though, the Arab caught her by the wrist and held her arm in that raised position. Lily wasn't sure what was going on until the woman smashed her violet glove right in the outside of Lily's elbow joint. The short American tomboy gave a high-pitched shout and pulled away, her arm stinging all around the bashed part of her limb in a numbing way that was slowing it down. Lily brought up her other arm and curled up to defend her head from another incoming blow, just for Sadaf to use the moment of weakness to start bashing her smaller tits instead.
Lily threw a quick and angry jab into her opponent's nose, making her flinch and stagger for a moment. Sadaf was left blinked away the stars from her eyes, but Lily's right was too sore to follow up with. Instead, she just went wild with her lefts, bashing the Indian woman's face and lips around while spraying her spit and sweat everywhere. Sadaf's fatigue was finally catching up to her, and Lily passingly noted how her own endurance training must have paid off to outlast her. It only proved the point when Sadaf almost went down, catching her glove on a rope beside her before swinging her foot up. The toe of her boot connected with into Lily's groin, getting her to grunt and back up. Sadaf grinned at her wickedly. "You'll pay for not just going down easy," she hissed Sadaf, but she frowned when she saw that Lily didn't go down.
Lily rubbed a gloved hand over her crotch, shaking her head and actually smirking a bit. "I'll give you this... you ALMOST hit as hard as the Payback Bag."
Sadaf looked outraged as she raised her fist for a hammering blow over Lily's head. The American tried to back up, just for her back to hit the ropes. Sucking in a deep breath, she flexed her injured right arm and rushed in and raised her good arm to block the hit. Sadaf brought it down just above Lily's wrist, sending another shock of pain through her forearm. Lily winced and felt her legs tremble from the pain, but she drew back her building right and hurled it straight forward with all her might. Her muscle and joint ached the entire way, making her scream in fury while she threw out her newest attack she'd been working on.
"NIPPLE PIERCER!" She threw the extra curve into her punch right as it drove into Sadaf's chest. The vicious Arab gasped as the action had made her nipples hard, poking through her top enough that Lily had perfect aim to drilling her punch into them. The grinding leather stung and dragged over the tender tip a moment before she was flung back by the force, big brown tits flopping so hard that they flew right out of her top as her arms slung across the top ropes on the far side of the ring.
The Indian boxer was still standing, but just barely. Sadaf could hardly lift herself off the ropes, and then her legs were shaking. She was sweating buckets, enough to make her dark skin shine like polished leather. She had trouble holding her gloves up steady enough to wipe the sweaty hair from her face.
"Twenty seconds!" Doc shouted from her corner. Lily didn't bother glancing at the clock because that would just waste more time.
"Sorry, arms," she muttered. "I'll make it up to you by letting you masturbate extra tonight." Lily hurled herself forward and unleashed a barrage of punches as fast as her injured arms would let her. She grit her teeth and cranked up her adrenaline as she threw every punch she could, faster than she could think. The blows rocked all over her body, but running on instinct like this, she aimed for her biggest targets. Sadaf grunted and groaned, but even her responses seemed three steps behind Lily's barrage. Her sluggish movements made her attempts at blocking utterly useless compared to Lily's harder and faster blows. Her boobs were bouncing from the last hit when two more struck it from another direction, pummeling her just like ping pong balls. The heavy, jiggling flesh pulled at her chest, which reminded her of just how badly Lily had beaten on her ribs. The pull of her beaten boobs kept tugging at the muscles and sending painful shocks through her entire body. Lily threw her entire weight into a double straight into her boobs.
"DOUBLE-BARREL NIPPLE PIERCER!" Lily roared as the twin punches drilled into the staggering and defenseless Sadaf's jugs. Sadaf screamed at the top of her lungs as the shocking blow hit her hard enough to fling her out over the ropes, bouncing off the ring apron and landing flat on her back outside the ring. Her swollen and bruised up tits wobbled for several seconds until they started to ripple softly with her labored breaths. Lily checked the clock while the count started, grinning as she leaned into the ropes. She draped her arms and chin over the top rope to watch her first official opponent. 11 seconds on the clock, so as long as she didn't get up...
The bell rang with 1 second left in the second round. Her first official match and she'd won with two injured arms and never going down once. Lily laughed almost deliriously as she ref raised her gloved hand to declare her the winner (Lily only winced briefly as her bruised up arm was lifted) and the crowd drowning her in cheers and whistles. She hooted in triumph and raised her other arm, getting in one good triumphant pose before she lowered them again and literally collapsed into her corner. She'd been blocking out a lot of pain to deliver that last assault, and it was catching up to her.
"Doc?" she grunted weakly.
"Congrats, kid! You knocked her out and knocked em dead! What can I do for ya?"
"I need candy," she grinned, recalling the medical lollipops that had pulled her back from worse.
"You got it, kid." Doc chuckled. "Those arms look pretty bad. You need a stretcher?"
"What, like a pussy? I'll limp it out."
"Alright, come on." Doc helped slide her out of the ring as the crowd chanted her name. "We'll patch you up and go celebrate."
"Alright, but nothing too late tonight." She rubbed one of her aching arms and smiled, recalling her words before the final attack. "I made a promise to spend some time with two friends tonight."