Lily Max Punches Out Desdemona Ravenloft (Patreon)

These stories have been in demand on here for ages now. I’ve said before how boxing is tough to write for me sometimes because of the limited moves compared to other fights, so coming up with a fun fighter and how they could clash in an interesting way was the key.

It wasn’t until like halfway in and having written out their little stat bios way before that I realized Lily and Demona had similar fighting styles. Fast sluggers who work in bursts and have problems keeping their stamina in check. The ending hit me right around then and I had to jump ahead and write that out first. The very last scene of the story definitely strikes me as something I’ll need to get reward art for in the future.

Lily had gone through a surprisingly smooth streak in the foxy boxing league. She had clobbered her way through a few forgettable middling fighters like Sasha Smackovich and Darla FeDaze. She struggled to take down a few of her opponents at first, but not every fighter was prepared to deal with someone as short but powerful as Lily.

Lily was cooling off in her tub, soaking after a day of busy workouts when her phone buzzed. She saw it was Doc, so she answered. She’d only seen her a few hours ago for training, and the coach gave her some space so it was likely important.

“Hey, kid. You still punchin’ the tits off everyone you see?” Doc greeted jovially.

“I’m not saying I couldn’t,” Lily laughed. “I’d just have worn my fists down to the bone if I did it to everyone, so I’m kind of picking my battles.”

“Well quick picking them because we’ve got your next lined up for you,” Doc chuckled back.

Lily got a notification from her inbox and opened up a file. A boxer in all black, from her gloves and trunks to her bra and very long hair. She was thin but busty, ghostly pale and stood at 5’8” according to her stats. Not the biggest woman Lily had fought by far, but still had more than half a foot in the New York brawler. Dull blue eyes stared lazily at the camera from behind some low-hanging bangs.

“Geez, where’s she from? Transylvania?” Lily scoffed as she went on reading through her stats.

“Yup,” Doc summed up. That got Lily to pause.

“Transylvania, Louisiana. She’s registered to the league as Desdemona Ravenloft, but she was born Arlene Simpson. Used to wear red contacts before they became a problem for her after a few headshots in the ring.”

“So queen of the vampire posers?” Lily asked, trying to process all that.

“At least when it comes to her style. She’s the real deal in the ring though. Plays hard and dirty, so you’re gonna wanna keep on your toes with this one.”

“Unless she plans to creep me out into unconsciousness, I’m not too worried.”

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That weekend, Lily made her way to the ring. The short but fit brunette wore her usual mix of a soft pink robe over some dark green tank top and short shorts and her gloves a few shades lighter. The fans went wild, supporting the fit underdog with the smallest bust in the entire league.

Doc helped Max out of her robe as some combination of grunge metal and organ music played over the speakers. Desdemona came out in all black from her hooded robe to her hair, gloves and clothes. Her arms hung limply at her sides, generally moving like a listless spectre toward the ring. Just behind her was a tall woman in slightly more variety of dark purple and reds in a leather corset and thigh-highs. The manager’s hair was bound back in a tight ponytail with streaks of purple dyed into it.

It was clearly meant to come across as intimidating, but Lily just thought it looked like a goth who’d crawled out of bed with her dominatrix friend.

“Don’t let her get in your head, girl,” Doc reminded her helpfully.

“She looks like me when I was hung over on my last birthday,” Lily pointed out dismissively.

“Ok, maybe take her a LITTLE more seriously then,” Doc backpedaled.

Desdemona disrobed in her corner, her grim scowl painted with more black in her makeup. The scoreboard overhead flashed the fighters’ stats.

Desdemona “Shadow Boxer” Ravenloft

5’8, 119 lbs, E cups

Lily Maxine "Lil Max" Walters

5'0", 98 lbs, B cups

The first bell sounded and the girls came out, tapping gloves lightly.

“You’re not ready to face the darkness, runt,” Demona growled in a low, weary voice.

“Whatever. I’m gonna clobber you back into your mom’s basement.”

Lily put her speed to good use right away. She timed out a feint before going for an ambitiously early head shot. Her hook caught the gothy boxer on the jaw, shocking her enough to make her finally look awake. Mona grit her teeth and Lily was surprised when the staggered goth snapped out a hook of her own while she was still falling back. Lily had to duck away and block it to avoid taking a shot to her cheek. As strange as she looked, Lily was surprised to find Desdemona really was almost as fast as she was.

“I’m going to beat you six feet under!” Demona seethed as she came out swinging.

Lily found herself on an early defensive streak. She backpedaled and blocked as the goth girl’s rage was unleashed on her. Lily could normally use that to strike into an opening, but that was with slower and heavier fighters. Lily had to keep her guard up around her face but she couldn’t track all the incoming hits, leaving some to sneak past her and smack into her sides and belly.

The brooding boxer caught a fist into the side of one arm, knocking her glove aside. Demona grit her teeth, baring her sharp canines and pressing her attack even harder at the opening. Lily caught a hard cross to the cheek that snapped her head aside, just to take another to the chin and nose while she struggled to get her defense back in place. It was enough to rattle her brain, moving to avoid another punch in her cautious and dazed state. It turned out to be a feint as Desdemona landed a piercingly deep body blow to Lily’s abs, knocking her back against the ropes with a spray of spit escaping her lips and splashing over her foe’s black attire.

“What’s wrong? No more cheap shots, mortal?” Demona sneered as she backed off a few paces.

Lily breathed heavily, her small chest puffing with effort. Her head was ringing but she managed to pick up a snippet of a phrase shouted from her corner among the roaring cheers and her opponent’s shit talking.

“-after her!”

Lily sucked in one last breath and forced herself to charge in. She wasn’t sure how Doc expected her to do much so shortly after a beatdown like that, but she came out swinging herself. Even her arm ached to put the effort into a feint for Desdemona’s face, but the goth’s grim grin subtly flinched and she awkwardly tried to stumble away. Her gloves went up in a similarly clumsy gesture that caught Lily’s eye, but she was too busy following up on her actual attack to do much with it.

Lily’s other glove drove deep into Demona’s boob, momentarily pancaking it with the force of the blow. Mona gave a cut-off gasp as she leaned forward, trying to draw her chest away from the punishing punch. Lily furrowed her brow and forced herself to focus as she unleashed a quick barrage of her own, pounding the black-clad boobs one way then the other in a storm of bust-busting punches.

They were becoming a trademark of Lily’s at this point. Her short size and the fact that every woman in the league had tits at least twice as big as hers put her in a perfect position to punish their jiggly targets. Her recent spars with Glass Joanne had certainly given her a lot of practice with a live busty punching bag.

Lily landed a half dozen hard hits to the tits before she darted back again. Desdemona was left coughing while the shorter pugilist regrouped. She didn’t want to overdo her attack this soon, holding back and taking more sniping shots at the recovering goth. She knew she wouldn’t knock her out this early but she didn’t want to let her completely recover from her initial assault. Demona hissed as another green glove smacked into her ribs.

“Why you waste of flesh,” the goth brawler growled.

“Me? Then what do you call these!?”

Lily lunged in again and threw a hard straight into Desdemona’s juicy breast. Her dark eyes widened as she jerked back, gasping as she clutched her chest. The bouncing orb was still wobbling as she dropped to her knees, getting a bold cheer from the crowd at the first knockdown. It didn’t last for long, but it assured Lily that she wasn’t in a one-sided pounding like the first chunk of the round.

Lily spent the first round with much of the same approach. She didn’t want to get trapped in the speedy goth’s pain cage. Harassing Mona with quick but stinging jabs seemed to do the trick and let her wear herself out trying to come after her until the end of round bell rang. Demona seethed, gritting her fanged teeth before storming back into her corner. Lily hit her corner and slumped into her stool that Doc had waiting.

“Not bad, huh?” Lily panted as she drank and let Doc towel her off.

“Doing good, kid. Just keep on your toes just like that. She works in short bursts but those few seconds can be a doozy.”

“That’s for sure,” Lily admitted, rolling her shoulders to loosen up. She winced a little when Doc sponged off a swelling bruise on her cheekbone.

“So keep her from getting a strategy together, but don’t get her too riled up or it’s more of that for ya.”

Lily glanced towards Desdemona’s corner. She was resting against the ropes and quietly brooding while her second wasn’t doing much. The leather-clad coach was talking to her rather casually, almost a lazy lecture.

The second round started and they both came out a little battered but certainly still in the fight. The mid-match break seemed to help both women refresh significantly so Lily was ready for another outburst from her opponent. Mona was actually playing it safe, keeping her distance and taking occasional swipes at Lily to use her longer reach.

Desdemona finally seemed to screw up as she threw too much weight into a punch. Lily ducked in under it and stayed low as she drove an uppercut up into Mona’s twat. The goth gave a shrill cry of pain as the glove bashed into her dark shorts. She collapsed forward, pressing her taller and heavier weight on Lily in a tumbling clinch.

“Gotta love a tall girl,” Lily scoffed at her own success. She drove a few short punches into Mona’s sides, working her over while she tried to recover. It seemed to keep her from regrouping as fast as she’d like, but when Mona’s arms hugged tightly around Lily’s back she realized that wasn’t what she was really trying to do.

Mona opened her mouth wide as she lifted her head, showing a sharp pair of canines. She gave a short hiss before she leaned in and dragged her teeth over Lily’s forehead, biting into her face. Lily screamed a split second later, horrified by what was happening and starting to feel the blood run down her forehead.

“FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!? GET OFF, YOU PSYCHO!” Lily shrieked, shoving and swinging wildly at the ravenous goth.

Desdemona drew back at last, her dark lips and pale chin marked with Lily’s blood. Lily panted and desperately checked her forehead with her glove. It wasn’t an especially gruesome wound but it still stung and shocked her. She knew from enough boxing that a head wound bled much more severely and easily than others, just for how the human body worked, making it look worse than they usually were. It was still jarring to be bitten in a fight like this, and it left her wide open for another fist to the face.

Lily grunted and staggered, her eyes rolling briefly before Desdemona backhanded her hard. The pendulous swing sent her spinning wildly and she crashed to the mats, leaving a small red stain where she landed. Her head spun as her body stopped, but the sound of the countdown finally reached her brain. She clumsily hurried back to her feet and barely made it up at the 7 count. Mona wasn’t her biggest opponent yet, but she sure knew how to hurt a bitch.

“Your taste will fuel my dark powers,” Demona purred, licking some of Lily’s blood from her lips.

“Fuck off with that already,” Lily panted, struggling just to stay steady.

Demona came at her with more predatory strikes, jabbing and feinting to herd Lily around as she pleased. When she came in for an actual haymaker though, Lily ducked around it and caught her with a firm uppercut to the jaw. Mona’s face grimaced from the surprising pain and Lily charged at her, smashing a glove right into her full black lips. She circled around Mona to get out of her cornering spot, noticing the black lipstick mark on the front of her gloves like a rewarding souvenir.

Demona spun around to face her, blinking back to her senses. Lily smirked a bit to see that she must have busted her lip against her own fangs, because there was another fresh trickle of blood coming from her split lip to mix with Lily’s.

“Don’t come at me with that dirty shit unless you’re askin’ for a beating,” Lily warned, taking up a ready stance.

“Ugh… you’ll pay for that,” Mona growled, but she was clearly feeling the hurt from her own pounding.

Lily tried to press her attack but Mona wasn’t having it. She kept backpedaling and using her reach to take some pot shots at the shorter girl, leaving them at something of a stalemate. Lily tried to pace herself, but she found herself blinking sweat out of her eyes. The head injury wasn’t going to bleed her out anytime soon, but it got her body on edge and was draining her reserves faster than she’d like. If Mona kept drawing thighs out, she’d have the edge on her if not the entire match in the bag.

Lily took a quick huff of air as she planted her feet.

“Going to creep off into another corner, bitch? Typical Arlene bullshit.”

Desdemona suddenly slowed her retreat as Lily came to a stop.

“Excuse me?” she asked tensely. Lily could see her lean muscles tighten as she clenched her fists even tighter inside her gloves.

“Oh yea. Did  you think having Grimdark Deathslut as your name sounded REAL? You’re still just lame Arlene deep down, aren’t you? Under all that Hot Topic poser shit your Invader Zim panties and daddy issues, it’s just boring-ass Arlene…”

“SHUT! UP!”

Desdemona screamed loud enough to make a few of the front row seats flinch and hold their ears. Her red-contacts went wide with her eyes as she came charging madly at Lily, louder and faster than she’d imagined the goth could move. If she wasn’t ready for this exact kind of approach, she wouldn’t have gotten her gloves up in time for the swift and strong blow coming at her face. She had both gloves up and it still almost made her punch herself in the nose from the recoil.

Demona went absolutely berserk on her. The goth’s rage came pouring out as she swung with everything she had and Lily had nothing to do but turtle up as best she could. She couldn’t stop all of the swings and even blocking them hurt her arms after a while, going numb from the repeated impact. She was just glad to see that Des didn’t focus past her fury enough to aim that well, hitting anything she could as hard as she could. A few painful blows bashed into Lily’s ribs or chest while she just focused on keeping her injured head as safe as she could.

“I will have your SOUL, you stupid butch cunt!” Mona raved as she finally managed to smack Lily’s guard aside. She looped one arm around Lily’s shoulder and held her in place as she started pounding her face in, knocking her head back again and again with her berserker blows.

Lily’s head bobbed and some more blood trickled from her nose, but she managed to raise her arm defensively. The next blow barely budged her arm, and the shorter scrapper saw that her plan had worked. She grabbed Demona around the middle, hooking her glove inside her black trunks.

“Gotcha!” Lily panted, smirking despite her bruised up and bloodied face.

Demona’s red eyes widened as she slowly started to slip out of her rage. She tried to pull away but her struggles were wildly weaker than they were at the start of the fight, or even in her biting assault.

“Looks like somebody else’s got stamina problems too,” Lily laughed breathlessly.

It was just like before and just like Doc had warned her. Desdemona attacked in harsh, brutal bursts, but she put everything she had into those. Lily had done the most damage right after her first outburst, so all she had to do was weather another one of those to devastate her opponent again.

She reared her arm back and clocked Demona hard in the face. The pale goth grunted just as hard as she staggered and nearly went off her feet, but Lily’s clinch held her in place. She repeated the gesture and pounded her dark features in further, smudging her makeup and rocking her head around so her hair went flipping around on its own.

“UGH! UFF! UHH! G-get off, you mortal vermin!” Demona wailed, trying to shove her away with her gloved hands.

“We’re not done yet, ya bloodsucker bitch!”

Lily swung lower, smashing into the side of Demona’s breasts. The thick orbs bobbed into each other hard enough that her left breast went flying out of her top, revealing the pale and pierced tit. Lily gladly paid her back for the earlier bite as she chomped on the pasty orb, digging her teeth into the areola and getting her to shriek in agony.

“STOP! STOP! I… I can’t!” she panted frantically.

Lily just wound up once more, letting go of Demona’s trunks. She staggered back and nearly fell out of them, her curvy pale ass and a black, rune-like tattoo above her pussy exposed as she almost stepped out of her shorts. Lily twisted her head, grinding her teeth over nipple before driving in one last, powerful uppercut to her pussy. It clearly landed just right as Demona gasped breathlessly, punched completely out of her trunks and flying backward. Her back arched in midair, squirting a messy orgasm after her like a comet’s tail.

She landed messily in a pool of sweat, cum and mixed blood, her legs spread wide open and twitching. Her red eyes had rolled back into her head, her fanged mouth hanging open in a listless mess. There were still twenty seconds left in the round but there wasn’t even a ten-count. The bell rang to mark it as a total knockout.

Lily panted and raised her glove in triumph, sealing the match in the second round for a quick and nasty fight. She stumbled a little as Doc caught her from behind, quickly slapping a bandage over her forehead. Lily winced but was sure it was worth it as she steadied herself.

“Stamina problems, huh?” Doc chuckled. “We better work on that yourself before you go usin’ that on other people.”

“Yea,” Lily laughed, still high on her recent victory. “Good point. I’ll think on it.”

“Think on it later, kid, cuz tonight, you’re a winner!”

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The cafeteria at the foxy boxing league’s gym was barely that. It was a roomy area with some open tables, but the talented chefs behind the kitchen were able to make anything the fighters wanted. Lily had even had some fun conversations with former opponents that she happened to run into here.

After a bit of asking around, Lily had found out Demona/Arlene’s schedule. She showed up around noon, way later than Lily bothered to. She was always up bright and early working out, so no wonder she missed the nightowl. She put off her drills one day to catch up with her, and sure enough, the goth boxer was there in the cafeteria eating a sandwich. She was still in her black makeup and wore some black sweats and a black and red long-sleeved shirt. Just like Lily had suspected, her ring attire was not some kind of gimmick. It probably wasn’t just a phase either.

“Hey, Mona!” Lily called as she walked up to her in her usual hoodie and sweatpants workout gear.

“I just wanted to saaaaay oh jeez!”

Lily got within a few feet of Mona and recoiled. The powerful smell hit her nose in a way that gave her flashbacks to her grandma’s kitchen.

“Damn! What the hell are you eating!?” Lily coughed, taking a hard sniff to clear her nose from a safe distance.

“Garlic chicken sandwich,” Desdemona said blandly, unphased by Lily’s reaction.

“With extra extra garlic. It’s good for ya.”

The emo boxer took another bit and looked at Lily expectantly, tossing her long hair to one side.

“What’s up?”

“Oh. Right. So I just wanted to say, good fight. But I noticed your fighting style was a lot like mine. You hit and run ‘til you run out of gas.”

Demona stared blankly with her half-lidded eyes, then nodded.

“Problem is, if you’re like me, you don’t have the bulk to go at it for that long. Seeing you drain yourself like that made me remember all the times I lost steam in my longer matches or when I pushed too hard on the offensive. So… I was wondering if you wanted to come work on that with me.”

“You mean like… workout buddies?” Mona sounded curious more than insulted by any of this.

“Yea. Why not? It’s a lot easier when you got someone to do it with, and keeps you going when you’ve got somebody holding you accountable.”

The obsidian boxer blinked dimly at her a few times, taking another bite of sandwich with her sharp fangs as she thought it over. Lily resisted the urge to wince, assuring herself she was seeing her bite into meat that wasn’t her forehead.

“Yea. That sounds… fun?”

Mona said it like the word was rarely found crossing her mind. Lily just smiled.

“Great. I’ve got some time around ten tomorrow…”

“PM?” Mona asked curiously.

Lily hissed, breathing in through her teeth as she saw what she was working with.

“How about 1 in the afternoon?”

“Great.” Mona’s black lips barely curved into a smile, and Lily had to wonder if she did wake up early and waste her first few hours settling on her clothes and makeup.

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“This… is… hell…” Demona wheezed.

She ran along the treadmill, her arms hanging limply by her sides. She was sweating buckets and it was only the quality of her makeup that kept it from running down her face along with it. She took long, loping steps along her machine while Lily jogged along on hers right beside her.

“Come on. You got this. We’re just warmin’ up now,” Lily huffed, even as she brushed a towel on her shoulders across her forehead.

“Hoho~! Are mon petites tired already!? Zis is nothink to a propeur athlete zuch as myself!”

Joanne LeCreme jogged along on the other side of Demona. The goth grimaced to her right to see the ridiculously busty blonde running along in her tight stretch pants and even tighter tanktop. Her massive fake tits bobbed up and down past each other with her long and powerful strides.

“I also didn’t know you had the league bimbo here,” Demona grumbled to Lily.

“Ah yea. I’m pretty sure she does to be encouraging at this point. But she’s good for a laugh,” Lily laughed breathlessly. “She’s always like this until a tit pops out or she eats shit mid-taunt.”

“Eef you little mice cannot do zis, perhaps becoming le champion will be much easier zan OOF!”

“Heh… yea, good point.”