Hellbridge's Tag Team Titboxing; Final Round (Patreon)

Wrapping up the Hellbridge setting’s tag team titboxing tournament. Two pigs vs a cow and a moose after a controversial win. It’s stamina against dirty tricks as the two teams clash tit to tit.

Lot of buildup and tough calls going through the tourney, but nice to wrap it up. I’d been missing fight stories after my streak of shortstack stuff.

Realizing that Hellbridge has started moving to 3D and human stuff lately, so will have to consider that in the future, but felt good to put this bit to rest. Tournaments are always fun to start but takes the real legwork to wrap them up.

With the usual montage of topless fighters and fanfare music, Titfight Tonight was back from its commercial break. Tiana the she-shark and Yvonne the cow were waiting at their usual spots behind their desk.

Tiana: “We’re back to Titfight Tonight with more boob-busting action! Tonight we wrap up our coverage of the exciting tag team titboxing tournament! Damn, that’s a lot of T’s lately!”

Yvonne: “Try doing all that while working with a woman named Tiana.”

Tiana: “Damn. Good point. But we’ve been so much action in this new approach to the tournament, that the fans would be thrilled no matter who won this fateful showdown!”

With a dramatic whooshing sound, a photo of Masha the polar bear punching the trunk of Elah the elephant into her face with a thick glove. Both fighters’ tits went bouncing all around with milk leaking from the both of them.

Y: “In round one we separated the wheat from the chaff…”

T: “And for us carnivores?”

Y: “The strong from the weak. Masha and Irina soundly floored and milked their opponents in the first bout.”

Another picture swept in dramatically as a kneeling Phoebe the cow uppercutted Fumiko the cobra in the pussy.

T: “Phoebe and Helen took on a pair of championship level fighters but their coordination left them in the dust. And a pile of milk, of course.”

Gina and Olga clashed in the next picture, hugging tit to tit as milk leaked out between them. Gina had a grip on a battered-looking Olga’s ponytail while she beat in the sideboob of her fellow bear’s breast.

Y: “Then Gina and Valeria showed how the two heavyweights could outlast the teamwork of their opponents.”

The next image showed Lorelei the slim rabbit held up in a corner. Greta the pig held her arms from behind while her sister Donna wailed on her tits, the photo catching a stream of milk coming out in midair.

T: “And a one-sided defeat for the rookies, courtesy of the gloves of the sisters Donna and Greta.”

Y: “Round two was even closer as the fighters struggled to put each other down. After a few close calls…”

A photo of Valeria the orca having Greta beat into a corner appeared. Donna was leaning in from the ring apron, uppercutting the whale in the pussy from behind and showing her look of agony.

Y: “Some, shall we say, unsportsmanlike conduct outmaneuvered Team Green and brought the sisters into the finals.”

One more picture showed Masha looking battered and exhausted, barely standing as Helen the moose swung both of her gloves like an axe handle into her bruised silver-white tits. Masha’s famous look of open-mouthed agony was spread all over her face right before the knockout.

T: “Then in our last bout, Masha nearly turned the tables before Helen and Phoebe sealed the deal and knocked her out for good. Some unexpected teams making it to the final round in this first ever tournament.”

Y: “It’s an experimental new format for titboxing. It’s sure to come with its share of surprises.”

T: “All the more reason to be excited for these fights! Now let’s get right to it and look back at the footage for the final match of the tournament and the deciding champions it forged! Team Black of Donna and Greata versus Team Red of Helen and Phoebe!”

The whole league and all its fans were talking about the match for days to come. Helen and Phoebe were both heavy hitters with some of the bigger boobs in the league. Not only were they plenty capable fighters on their own but they had shown some impressive teamwork in the tournament so far.

Greta and Donna were generally not as highly ranked in the titboxing world, but they were naturally compatible as two siblings fond of foul play. Their slippery maneuvers and willingness to dish out low blows and even biting had broken them out of several tight spots. Many were putting the match down to raw luck in the end.

The bell sounded and Helen started out for the red team. The pudgy and busty blonde pig Greta was starting out for Black Team as they came out and thumped gloves to start the match properly. They backed off, playing it safe as they sized each other up, but the buildup to the championship had them eager to move in and get things started.

Greta struck first with an extended hook, catching Helen in the side of one of her tits. She huffed under her breath but her thick and round implants held surprisingly firm. The pig wasn’t expecting the lack of give in her opponent’s chest, leaving her open to a swift and low hook to the belly. Greta bent over with a startled squeal, one arm going to her stomach.

Helen was quick to bend over, driving more short uppercuts into the hog’s hanging jugs. The boobs bobbed like an especially vicious dairy farmer was at work, and with some more hard hits and a few quick sidesteps, Helen surprised the crowd by drawing the first drops of milk early in the match.

That clearly lit a fire under the motherly moose, pounding the blonde hog all over the ring. Greta got her guard up but she couldn’t cover both her breasts and face effectively. As the sow tried to turtle up she lost track of her position in the ring, finding herself in the Red corner. Helen snuck in a quick tag to Phoebe to stay fresh and take advantage of their early lead, letting the hefty cow enter the ring and grab Helen in a full nelson from behind.

The pig tried to call for the ref to break it up, really just trying to buy herself some time. The Red Team didn’t waste any time tearing into her, knowing better than to underestimate the piggy sisters. Helen let loose on Greta’s tits, bouncing her hefty pink tits as hard and far as she could with each reckless swing.

Greta was helpless in Phoebe’s powerful grip, forced to take the beating until Helen left the ring. Her arms slumped along with her hefty, leaking tits starting to droop from the pounding. She took the moment she was alone with the cow to swing a foot up and backward, heel-kicking Phoebe in the crotch. The big brown heffer moaned and let her go as the blonde hastily rushed to her corner. Despite Helen’s shouted warnings, she tagged in a fresh Donna to join in the fight.

Phoebe tried to hang back but the hogs came to her, flanking her on both sides. Donna caught the cow with a slam in the ribs, breaking past her guard so the sisters could both tear into her. The brown bovine grunted as they smashed in her soft breasts and belly while herding her away from her corner. Helen was much too far to intervene as a ref forced Phoebe from the ring.

The gothier of the sisters capitalized on their double teaming damage and smashed Phoebe with a heavy cross to the face. The leathery smacking sound was followed by the thud of Phoebe landing on her knees, her pretty face gawking and dumbstruck from the blindsiding blow. It didn’t spare her a moment’s rest as Donna balled up and slammed her gloves down together on Phoebe’s head, putting the cow flat on her back in a daze.

Donna didn’t even stop there. The brunette hog started to stomp away at Phoebe’s famously huge tits and didn’t stop until a ref dragged her away. By then, Phoebe was breathless and clutching her tits with a smear of her white cream left on Donna’s boots. The ref finally got to start the count, and while Phoebe got up in plenty of time she was clearly hurting from the rough landing, not to mention the steady leak in her right tit.

The two entered a heated slugfest, with Donna hitting and running with Phoebe to hammer where she and her sister had already softened up the chubby cow. Phoebe was a beast when it came to stamina (even compared to the other women), so she wasn’t out yet and caught Donna with the occasional but heavy body blow. Some quick thinking and a bit of luck finally caught the brunette pig on her way in for another speedy blow and buried Phoebe’s red glove deep into her heavily tanned belly.

Donna squealed in pain and doubled over the penetrating fist, her soft belly molding around its tip. Helen shouted and cheered on her partner as Phoebe unleashed a sweeping uppercut, crushing right between Donna’s ribs and the base of her breast. The jiggling pig went staggering back from the heavy hits and Phoebe went after her aggressively, slamming blow after blow into her tits. Donna was suddenly not looking as fresh as she had at the start of her tag-in, and nearly staggered off her feet when Phoebe uppercutted perfectly into her underboob to send the breast flying upward. It smacked noisily into Donna’s cheek while spraying her with a gush of her own milk, returning the favor and opening up both fighters’ tits.

Phoebe slammed herself bodily into Donna, crushing her back against the ropes. Donna cried out in pain as the busty cow’s bigger tits squashed hers into her body, making her thick legs shake. Phoebe backed up just enough to let her start to slide down, but she leaned back in and buried the pig’s snout in between her tits. She smothered her out between her milky udders while slamming punches into Donna’s sides, rocking the pudgy pig while leaving her nowhere to run.

The cornered Donna grabbed onto Phoebe’s trunks while trying to push back, but her real attention went to struggling to breathe. She nudged one of Phoebe’s breasts aside enough to catch the nipple in her mouth, breathing around it and starting to suck on it. The milk she stole was surprisingly refreshing, if a little warmer than she’d like in her hot and sweaty position. Phoebe moaned and found her swings a little distracted, but she kept up her attack until Donna escalated by biting into her nipple.

Phoebe screamed and pulled back, milk still streaming from her tit and Donna’s mouth. She also backed into a range where Donna used her low position to uppercut her in the cunt, crushing the heavy cow’s pelvis. It clearly slowed the bovine down for the rest of the match as Donna shoved her back, forcing her into the Black Team’s corner.

Phoebe was kept there as long as they could manage, with Greta waiting outside the ring. They both pounded her face in from both sides, even distorting Phoebe’s lovely face into a comical mask of pain when they timed out a simultaneous face crusher on either side. Phoebe slumped against the ropes just as they repeated the move, but this time in a simultaneous punch into either side of her tits. Phoebe screamed out as her tits erupted in pain and gushed milk out of both nipples and sprayed almost a foot away from the painful pressure.

Greta swapped in and boxed Phoebe around the ring, keeping her from getting steady footing. She even brought Phoebe down to the mats with a rough hook to the jugs, lifting the breast up and sending her crashing down as its hefty weight dropped with her.

Phoebe made the most of her time lying prone by crawling the last foot to her corner, tagging in Helen to get a much-needed breather. Taking two double-teamed beatings and being stomped to the mats had taken a lot out of even the tanky fighter. Helen came in fired up and ready for some payback as she swung at Greta, the pink pig’s skin already dotted with some duller colored bruises. Greta managed to get inside Helen’s guard and bash the moose’s muzzle with a precise cross that got some blood coming from one nostril. She tried to press the attack but Phoebe wasn’t completely out yet. Even as she tried to crawl out of the ring, she saw her opening and turned to smash Greta between the legs from behind. The blonde hog squealed and clutched her pussy with her gloves, letting Helen smash her with a hard uppercut to send her down completely.

The blonde milked her time on the mats, clearly taking her time to recover as she waved off the ref. She made sure to keep them between her and Helen to fend her off as she finally got up after a drawn out 9. She gave her groin one more rub with a clearly mocking smirk at Helen, as if thanking her for the refreshing break.

It did her some good in getting back on even footing with Helen but it was clear that was as best she could do. The fighters were going blow for blow, but the mighty moose packed more punch into each of those hits than Greta. A stunning blow finally caught Greta in the nose, flattening it even more than it was. Greta tried to stumble into a clinch but Helen gladly caught her, just to swing her shoulders so that her huge fake tits smashed into her face almost as hard and heavy as her gloves. Helen served as a useful anchor picking up where Phoebe left off with her breasts loaded with silicon and untapped milk that were outlasting the hogs.

That advantage got stripped away as Greta went to tag her sister. Helen spotted it coming and moved to intercept her, making the blonde eat a huge cross to her face. Greta went down yet again, but she had set up Helen for their ambush. With her back to the Black corner and the ref going to count out Greta, Donna was free to grab Helen from behind and drag her back into the corner. The shocked milf moose was blindsided as Donna got an arm around her throat, choking her while punching the hell out of her big fake tits. Helen’s wails were drown out by the shouting crowd, even the ones protesting the foul play. Donna had her trapped foe’s tits leaking but they really started to pour as she turned her glove around and started to scrape her glove’s laces over her hard and tender nipple. They were a stinging red by the time she was done with them and clocked Helen in the eye for good measure before her sister couldn’t distract the ref any longer.

Greta got back up and played along but the damage was clearly done. She took some swift and mocking jabs that knocked Helens face around before hitting harder around her breasts. The milf moaned and whimpered with each boob shot, as every slight jiggle shot a hot pain through her scraped up nipple. Her guard favored that side of her chest, but eventually a direct hit to the throbbing nip made her pivot sharply to compensate and she went tumbling down. Helen was a panting mess laid out on her chest, leaning on one arm to try and spare her gushing nipple. Greta mockingly rested a boot on her back with her gloves up high, forcing her sore tits into the mats even harder before backing off.

Greta used the opening to tag back out and Donna was all over Helen as soon as she was back on her boots. She worked her head hard, slamming her nose and face to leave her drooling and dazed so she could work over her tits at her leisure. Donna shit-talked Helen, even with her own share of bruises and milk stains on her dark skin. She made sure to call the moose’s age and skill into question, keeping her aching head flustered as she backpedaled and struggled to keep up with Donna’s verbal and physical attacks.

Donna saw Helen stagger and went in for the kill shot with a blow deep into the fit milf’s abs. Helen barely held on and stayed up before Donna threw a crushing haymaker at her face. It was only Phoebe’s helpful intervention that shoved Helen out of the way, letting her rest against the ropes while the pig girl’s fist flew past her.

By more luck than anything, Donna’s glove missed Helen’s head and smashed into the turnbuckle instead. The foul-playing pig recoiled, clutching her arm in obvious pain. The post-match would confirm there was no injury but the blinding pain felt like she had broken a few things behind the glove.

Helen use the opening to tag in Phoebe and they were back in the game. The Red Team brought Donna down to her knees with a few easy punches before Phoebe folded her arms behind her head. She smacked the gawking pig with her own heavy hooters while Helen held her in place, beating her with the huge and heavy brown milkers. Donna’s own tits flew along with her body, spraying out milk and spittle as she went.

Donna was seeing stars and drooling, eyes rolling as she looked about ready to pass out. Greta quickly picked up on this and circled around the ring apron before barging in, smashing Phoebe with a kneeling low blow from behind. The shocking stimulation made the cowgirl howl and squirt a paingasm through her trunks and nearly collapsed as well.

The ref quickly lost control of the fight as Helen pushed past her teammate and treated Greta to a fresh black eye. Both sides seemed to disregard the tag rules as they fought for their team’s title. While Helen and Greta brawled against the ropes, rolling over each other and grinding tits as they swung at each other’s sides and faces, both Phoebe and Donna were down and on their last legs.

Donna struck first, breaking their silent stalemate with a haymaker. She was too sweaty and exhausted for any real strategy, as well as weak and dehydrated from her constantly leaking breasts. A smock of white milk ran down her round belly as Phoebe reeled but swung right back. The women resorted to nothing but a punch for punch contest for several reeling swings before Phoebe took a devastating swing to Phoebe’s tit. It hit hard enough to flatten her jug and crush her up against the ropes, and with the ropes to catch her the blow remained buried into her. Donna’s eyes were wide as saucers as her breast remained crushed up against her wheezing lungs. Her overwhelmed body squirted submissively down her dark thigh as her eyes rolled back and seemed to pass out, held up only by the ropes.

In the chaos, the ref didn’t see the kneeling KO. Greta did. She hastily shoved Helen away and threw a brutal kick into Phoebe’s head, flooring the big brown cow to hit the mats before her sister did. The ref finally noticed that someone was down but started counting out Phoebe instead! The moaning heffer struggled to even move while Helen repaid the blonde pig’s ambush. The muscular mom kicked a knee out from under her and used her gloves to palm both of Greta’s hefty pig tits. She yanked back on them, forcing them into Greta’s face where the breathless pig seemed to start drowning in sweat and milk. Helen held her back in her self-smothering hold until she fell limp to the mats, Helen herself sweaty and breathless but still up.

She hastily went to Phoebe, taking her arm and helping her up just before the ref’s count could hit 9. The flustered ref finally had time to focus on the knocked out pigs. They read a quick 10 count while the Red Team caught their breath. They were on the last reserves of their energy and the last drops of milk but it finally paid off as the ref called for the bell. A pair of belts were distributed to them and they held them high overhead, if a bit gingerly from not wanting to stretch out their bruised up tits too badly.

Tiana: “There we have it! The new champions of the freshly started titboxing tag team title! Bleh. Say that three times fast.”

Yvonne: “No.”

Tiana: “Spoiled sport.”

Yvonne: “In the end, no amount of coordination and dirty tricks could keep the Black Team from crying over spilled milk. Phoebe and Helen’s mix of stamina and care for their teammate proved to pull ahead in the very end.”

Tiana: “Over their love of tits, apparently.”

Yvonne: “Or the trouble of finding good bras in our size. Or the back exercises you need to maintain them. Or…”

Tiana: “I get it. I get it.”

Yvonne: “So we can expect to see more of them defending their title as the world sexfighting league puts this new title into play…”

Tiana: “I dunno about that, really…”

Yvonne: “Oh? And how do you figure?”

Tiana: “Consider how long it took them to get everyone in one place. Four fighters MINIMUM per match and night. That’s practically half a night’s card. I don’t think this’ll exactly be a regular thing… not to steal their thunder, but those two’s titles are probably safe in their hands for a while.”

Yvonne: “I see. Coordinating that kind of thing must have been frustrating…”

Tiana: “All the more special that it happened! So congrats to them and good night to you, viewers at home! From those of us here on Titfight Tonight, may all your dreams be wet ones!”