Goth vs Bimbo Boxing 2: Holiday Punch (Patreon)

A continuation from a rp turned story that I felt like editing up and fleshing out. Goth and bimbo girlfriends where the goth can't help but like losing at boxing with her athletic bimbo girlfriend. Now the holidays are at stake as they duke it out over who gets to decorate for November: Christmas or Halloween? Not unlike a few other ideas I have in mind (Goth and Bimbo BFFs and the Christmas magical girl series), but was cute enough to write up properly. So just a last minute holiday treat. 

First part was posted over here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/67262748.

Twas the…well actually the month before Christmas.  About to turn December, it was a time that a certain tired gothy was secretly dreading. Ginger, like most of her types, was always so pumped for the spooky time of the year. Unfortunately, her girlfriend was pretty much the complete opposite.

After last year when Bonnie had turned the house into a nightmare of bright lights and enough sweet smells to make someone pass out, it wasn't something Ginger was looking forward to. But she had a plan this year! She had managed to keep the Halloween decorations up this long, well into November as agreed, but she was the one that had the keys to the attic where they kept the Christmas decorations. She was gonna keep the doors locked and hold onto them no matter how much Bonnie whined at her. The thin, dark-haired goth hadn’t exactly thought this plan far beyond that, but what was her ditzy girlfriend gonna do to her? She wanted sex more than Ginger so it's not like she could keep that from her, and she couldn't stay huffy forever. All Ginger had to do was wait out the initial confrontation and wave of needy whining. Easy…at least according to plan

Bonnie did, in fact, keep up her whining and pouting for a while before she started to realize the easy solution. She was still circling and prodding at Ginger when the idea came to her, so she leaned in behind her and mashed her boobs against her back. The busty blonde and her slight but toned muscles rubbed up against her.

"You knowwww, there's an easy way to solve this. It won't make us both happy about it, but at least we won't have to suffer through like, me begging and you hearing me whine. How about we fight for it?" she purred in Ginger's ear like she'd just recommended going to the bedroom.

"Winner gets total control of the decorations for all of November. And even if I lose, I'll still get to boop that pretty face of yours around to make me feel better," she giggled.

Ginger was not expecting the seductive approach, idiot that she was sometimes, so feeling those big tits pressing up to her back and feeling those big pink lips near her ear sent a shiver down her spine and a bit of a blush across her pale face. She always had a weak spot for boxing with Bonnie… even if she always seemed to lose.

“I… I mean…” she stared at the floor for a moment or two.

"I did just get those shiny new gloves after all..." Bonnie mused out loud, adding icing on the cake.

“Hey! If you want me to knock your tits around to make you feel better y’coulda said…” she agreed hastily.

“And you’ll be making MY gloves nice and shiny after you lick ‘em clean!” Ginger said with the confidence of someone who didn't lose every match against her girlfriend

"Goodie! I'd love for you to get your mitts on me," Bonnie cooed flirtatiously.

"But just in case, wear some nice lipstick so I can mark every time I knock you flat."

The two agreed to meet up in 15 minutes, but Bonnie took 20 to finish up all her makeup as usual. They met out in the basement ring where she made her grand entrance. Rockin Around the Christmas Tree played as she strutted and danced her way towards the ring. She had gone all out, even wearing some stuffed reindeer antlers with jingle bells to go with her already obnoxiously holiday outfit. She had red and white trunks with a tight green sports top over her big round boobs that bared uncanny amounts of cleavage. A mistletoe hairclip and some tall, shiny black boots accompanied her gloves, one red and one green like she was the tackiest theme boxer alive. She still looked delighted to be there, her makeup touched up with some hints of silvery glitter around her eyes.

"Guess who's ready to deck your haaaaalls, honey?" she called out as she stepped through the ropes, shaking her similarly full and round booty as she bent over.

Bonnie stood back up with a jingle of her antlers and jiggle of her boobs before shadow boxing in her corner. As usual, it was with shocking speed and control for how bubbly and goofy she was at everything else.

Ginger had been in the ring waiting for the extra time Bon had been getting ready, going just as tacky but it was Halloween themed so it was totally less lame when SHE did it. With black and orange shorts and a similarly tight orange sports bra, along with black gloves with the cuffs more like black and white arm socks decorated like cobwebs, similarly long striped socks went up her legs popping outta her black boots. Even her heavy makeup seemed heavier with all that eyeshadow and black lipstick.

But even with all that moodiness, she was still caught staring at the champ of the house during her whole entrance. They had both been keeping up their workouts to make these matches more fun, but the barbell bimbo was always looking so good yet so curvy and girly still… it was hard for Ginger to stop staring at her abs and curves long enough to take a swing at her.

“I’m about to put you six feet under once I Hallow you out! How about that!?” she taunted back.

"Not bad, Ginger bread! I thought you'd use more cobwebs, but like, maybe that's just cuz you're such a slow target~!"

She giggled and skipped from boot to boot.

"Okay, Bonnie! Time to save Christmas!" she bolstered herself. She flicked the thumb of her glove against one of her jingling antlers.

"Ding ding! Like a ring bell. Gettit?"

She beamed proudly and came hopping out, light on her feet and swaying a bit.

“H-hey! I’ll show you who’s slow! You’re gonna be merry mush for my next potion!”

She kept getting all defensive in a way Bonnie thought was adorable. But the match was sounded off by the blonde's cute jingling and she was off to save Christmas from itself! The hallow-witch came in but got exactly what was coming to her in the form of an uppercut to the guts where green leather slammed right into her pale abs. Her eyes widened, air already shooting from her painted lips as she groaned. She didn't want to back up and show any weakness though! So while still breathless, she sent a hook to those big tits!

…that felt like she was punching an airbag once it landed, jiggling right off the orb.

Bonnie gasped a little from the tit shot but that was about it. She pouted and snapped a hard jab into Ginger's face. Then a right, then a left, then another right... or as she put it…

"Red light! Green light! Red light! Green light!" she chanted like the natural cheerleader she was to match her gloves.

She unleashed a sudden and rapid burst of punches, pummeling Ginger's dark and spooky head around from all directions, The goth wobbled in place as the bubbly blonde bopped her about the ring, sending her stumbling back. Bonnie paused and pulled her shoulder back. She held back her gloves so she could swing and slap her big tits across her face looking to put her down.

"Looking a little red there, sweetie. How's THAT for a shiny nose?"

The spooky girl went flying off her feet, slamming onto her back as she stared up at the basement lights. The household champ had just put her down without even landing a single substantial punch in return!

"Coooome on. Rise and shine. I know Halloween's over, but this match isn't," Bonnie encouraged.

She even leaned over, getting a gloved hand under Ginger's shoulder to hoist her back up. She did hesitate halfway to hold her glove in front of Ginger's face, pressing it gently but firmly into her face to pull back with a black lipstick mark perfectly left on her glove where one of the lesser smudges were.

"Little souvenir. Ok! Let's keep this goin' huh?" she said, far more chipper than Ginger felt as she gave her a playful whack on the titty.

Ginger just gave a woozy groan, still embarrassed from the outright smooch on her glove. What was worse was that bop to her bap got her face full pink, hugging her chest and hopping back some as she shielded her hard nipple

“Heyyyy!” she complained feebly, hating the whine in her own voice. Bonnie was in 100% control of the match at this point and the poor goth was getting more and more flustered realizing it. She struck back as best she could at the happy blonde.

“Looks like I’m back from the dead to haunt your sexy ass,” Ginger growled threateningly.

Bonnie let Ginger take a few clumsy swings, but between her being knocked around and frustrated, she was an open book. Bonnie easily sidestepped around the punches before stepping deep within her guard and slamming a big uppercut into Ginger's gut. It was all that held her up in the moment as she knocked the air and spit out of her, taking a moment to brush back her dark gf's hair from her face.

"I really do like your makeup though," she encouraged, kissing Ginger on one sore cheek.

It made the goth blush in an entirely stunned state.

Staring up at bon only to get a smooch, practically making her face all red, trying to cover it with her gloves. “Baaaaaaabe…” she whined as she practically melted in her grip,

“I-i cant be dark and brooding like this! You can’t be this sweet in the ring it’s not fai-“

Bonnie looped an arm around Ginger's shoulders, forcing her to stay up and close as she started taking big, hooking swings to arc up into her crotch for some shocking and exciting pussy punches, meant to turn on as much as hurt. The goth jobber got her flustered ass shut up with those pussy hooks, keeping her groaning. The bottom of a goth continue to moan out for the blonde bubbly dom.

"Aww, poor baby," she cooed in exaggerated sympathy.

She ground her glove against the crotch of Ginger's trunks, rubbing the leathery thumb on the familiar sweet spot of her girlfriend's.

"I'll make it up to you later then. But for now, I'm gonna DECK-orate your tree!" she declared as she swung a huge uppercut into the listless goth's chin.

Ginger shuddered as she felt that green glove practically rub her off through her shorts, nearly about to blow right through em, only for Bon to pull away before finishing. She slammed the picture perfect upper right on her chin to make a nice spray of slobber up, felling the Halloween boxer yet again as she moaned and squirmed on the floor yet again.

Bonnie cheered and bounced around, happily jiggling and jingling.

"Yeaaaa! 'Blue Christmas' Bonnie with another knockdown! All the elves in the stands are goin' wiiild! And all the ghosts are booing~!" she gloated, clearly happy with her victory.

Bonnie pulled at her top and fished around before pulling out a sprig of leaves she’d stowed away. She turned away from Ginger while holding it over her outthrust booty.

"Uh oh! Mistletoe~!" she gushed before pushing and grinding her butt into her goth gf's face.

"C'mon, you little Halloweenie! Kiss it!"

Ginger had only started sitting herself up when she got a big red booty in her face, pressed and grinding her into the ropes. Ginger was left blushing while listening to her girlfriends demands. The submissive goth couldn't really refuse; Bonnie knew all the playful teasing would get to her, so she puckered up to plant a few dark lipstick smooches on those red trunks while in her haze of pain and lust.

Bonnie giggled as she marked her booty with more loser lipstick.

"At least it matches my Santa boots," she noted as she stood back up, tossing the mistletoe aside.

She took off her antler headband, so when the weary goth finally got up against the ropes she stuck them on Ginger’s head instead.

"There! Now I marked you too so we're even~!"

They absolutely weren't, but it didn't keep her from pounding away on Ginger. She slugged her in the ribs and face, knocking the wind out of her all over before walloping her with another gorgeous uppercut. Ginger was launched back, and bounced back off the ropes right into…oh no…ohhhh no she couldn't be doing this to her! The blonde was waiting with a victorious flex, the pretty girl's surprising muscle waiting to catch Ginger face-first on the bulging bicep.

"How you like THESE presents, weenie?" she cooed proudly, making them bounce under her chin.

“I…i lov ‘em…” she tried to mumble under her breath.

She even started to bring her chin off to try and rub her cheeks into them, nearly about to smooch without even having to be asked. She was so punchdrunk by now to do anything but worship the mighty bimbo.

"I know you do, pumpkin puss," Bonnie cooed.

She rolled her muscle in a show of control of her body and her opponent, helping Ginger turn her face into a proper muscle worshiping angle. Her balloon tits jiggled as she giggled at the sight, getting excited along with her subbier gf. Ginger’s mouth left smudges of drool and black lipstick in her wake. Bonnie let a gloved hand caress over one of her own hard nipples before rewarding the goth with some almost gently mocking bops to the face, just enough to keep her dazed and hurting but not knocking her out yet. She was having too much fun!

Ginger moaned adorably as she was rolled around that nice tasty bicep. The insulting nicknames and taste of sweat only made her start to smooch at her creamy muscle harder. Her eyes were spinning in her head between her arousal and the dizzying punches keeping her a uselessly dopey opponent for her girlfriend.

Bonnie started dancing around her, juggling her opponent to stay up.

"Come on, baby. Keep it up for me. On basher! On smasher!" she gloated, jiggling and jabbing all around her lover.

She knew all the sweet spots to hit to give her that sore, numb feeling Ginger was so into without clocking her out completely, leaving the goth a wobbling, horny hurting mess.

"Now let's shove this up your stocking!" she declared as she went into a perfect split, just to send a crushing uppercut with the curve of her glove aimed right for Ginny's clit.

Ginny was wobbling like an inflatable punching bag, reduced to a horny, numb mess as she was booped and bashed all about. The big juicy uppercut lifted her off her feet as she let out a big satisfied cry, aaaand a sticky substance staining her shorts and Bonnie’s glove. It wasn't even the punch but the sudden release that brought the goth to her knees with a look of clear ecstasy on her face.

Bonnie smiled as Ginny collapsed, landing her drooling face in her warm and pillowy cleavage. Bonnie couldn't help but smile, stroking her head with a gloved hand.

"Poor punchdrunk pumpkin. You okay?" she cooed to her soothingly, giving her a firm hug.

She nuzzled against her girlfriend's ear, kissing it lightly before whispering to her. "Oh, and guess what... Christmas is coming early biiiiiiiitch," she said in a soft, hoarse whisper to gloat once more.

She only had to step back to let Ginny hit the mats in a splat of cum and drool. She planted a boot on her back, gloves up high over her head.

"We got a new champion of Christmas! This Grinchy bitch is out cold after she rang her bell and rang in the holiday season! She put her Christmas tree lights OUT and jingled her bells, folks! The hottest part of this snowy season and STILL the reigning household champ, it's Bonniiiiie Bimboshiiii~!"