Sedna Selkia: The Titboxer In Training (a Hellbridge fanfic) (Patreon)

Guess what I spent doing for the last few hours of the year! One of the bigger pieces I’ve done in a while. It took me a while of sorting out the exact character, her arc, her personality… basically me wanting to come up with an idea for a Hellbridge setting character. I didn’t want to make a “she’s the best and strongest character, and wasn’t sure about a cheater heel type, so I settled on a rookie in training as a look into the basics of what a professional titboxer would do to train. Slightly different take on the origin of Lily Max Punches Out, since she went right from training to pro while I wanted Sedna to be a slower, steadier, basic pace. Exploring Hellbridge's world more than probably even they planned to...

I love the heck out of this big dumb cutie. Strongfat, native Alaskan/Inuit, optimistic, sweet, and just a huge fangirl of titboxing in general. I liked the idea of her being a seal, a a heavy species but one I don’t see around a lot/Hellbridge hadn’t done before. She’s nowhere near Masha’s league, since she’s a Russian champ and world-title contender while Sedna is brand new to the actual sport. She’d probably love to meet her and maybe even face her but wouldn’t really have a hope of winning without being absurdly lucky.

I brainstormed and talked out ideas with Diana/Hellbridge, and they even did some art for the characters! I was actually chatting with them before I got to really writing this one, but we’ve been in touch on and off while I was working on older stories too. I’ll be posting them shortly after, since I realize I can post stories in public but not naked titties.

I look forward to using Sedna more, following her slow and steady progress. I know at some point she’ll need to pick up a second/corner girl/helper, and not sure who but passing thoughts so far are some smaller wolf/otter boy or a foul-mouthed weasel/ferret girl.

Sedna had been a fan of the World Titboxing Federation for a long time. Longer than she probably should have been, judging by the warning labels that ran before every show. The young seal had been sneaking in watching episodes since she was a teenager and now that she’d gotten into her twenties, she was eager to take a shot at going pro. She had been working out at her local gym for the last few years to stay in her curvy shape and she certainly had the chest for it. She found herself a coach online that could train her and set up her first session.

She showed up dressed and ready in her usual blue and silver exercise gear.  She had a chubby bulk about her, clearly soft to the touch but with some dense muscle underneath it all. It didn’t take much tension for her muscles to bulge through her arms, but a firm, round belly stuck just a bit further out than her shorts. She had some broad and heavy J cup tits packed with the same plumpness, bouncing lightly while held up by her tight sports top and strong chest muscles. Her small, round facial features kept up her soft and cute appearance with short, silvery white hair hanging just past her shoulders at a slightly lighter color than her gray-spotted fur. A short stub of a finned tail stuck out from her wide booty, fitting through a slit in her shorts.

“You must be the new girl. Sedna, right?” a high, throaty voice pried once she’d arrived near the boxing rings of the gym.

Sedna had to move to one side to even see who she was speaking to. A short, older puffin woman with a businesslike expression was waiting nearby in a set of half-moon glasses perked on her beak. She was dressed in a skirt and windbreaker over her black and white feathers. She looked Sedna up and down, though mostly up given the few feet of height difference between them.

“Oh, hi! That’s me. And you’re Lina from the ad, right?”

“Lonnie,” the avian woman corrected stiffly.  “So you think you want to be a titboxer, huh?”

“I definitely do!” Sedna answered excitedly. “Though you seem pretty small for a boxer.”

“I’m not a fighter. I’m a trainer,” Lonnie said with a dismissing shrug.

“And right now you’re neither of those. But I’ve worked with worse. At least you’ve got the build for it.”

“Thanks! I won’t let you down!” Sedna chimed, unphased by the negative side.

The seal had a way of not letting anything get in the way of her eager and sunny nature once it got going. Lonnie raised an eyebrow at her bubbly response.

“We’ll see. Not everyone’s willing to stick with the training. It’s not all punching bags and quirky montages. It’ll take a lot of work. It’s gonna hurt. And a lot of people are gonna watch you get decked in the face and knocked on your ass. But if you’re willing to put up with all that, I can turn you into a pro.”

Sedna’s eyes lit up and she nodded.

“Sounds fun! I’ll do whatever it takes!”

Lonnie sniffed a small laugh.

“We’ll see about the fun part. But I trained Taylor Wolfe, Gabby ‘The Ghoul’ Giovanni, and both of the Bova sisters, so I get results. Stick with me and my methods and I’ll give ya my best.”

“You did?! They’re like superstars!” Sedna gushed.

Lonnie’s beak twitched into a smile for the first time.

“What can I say? I know what I’m doing. I’m not saying you’ll be the next Masha but you’ll be ready for the big leagues. So if you’re convinced, let's see what I’m workin’ with. Top off. Tits out.”

Sedna’s eyes widened. She hadn’t thought about it before since she’d always gone to the gym in her usual clothes. She peeled off the clingy blue top and let her wide J cups drop out with a buoyant flop. The puffin woman let out a quiet whistle.

“Wow. Okay. Even bigger than they looked. Guess it wasn’t a pushup you were wearin’... bend over, would ya?”

Sedna blushed as she listened to her titboxing instructor. She ended up on her knees letting the web-footed woman feel up her breasts, squeezing or bouncing them here and there. Lonnie still treated them very professionally, acting much more like a doctor than a random perv as she gauged their weight and density. She still let out the occasional curious “huh” or “thoughtful “hmm” when she seemed to find something she was looking for. Her hands wandered to check the muscles in her arms and chest but her focus was clearly set on gauging Sedna’s tits. She finally clapped her hands together.

“Alright. I got a good feel for what I’m workin’ with now.”

“Seemed like you got a couple of feels in there,” Sedna muttered jokingly.

“So that’s gonna be rule number one: you show up to practice topless unless I tell you otherwise. You’re not gonna have your top on in the ring so you’ve got to get used to it. People looking at them, people hitting them, and most of all how they move with you. Practice is five days a week with a smaller personal workout on your own time for a sixth. Doesn’t seem like you’re lactating yet but you will before too long, and we’re gonna get you on a high milk-production diet. It adds a lot of weight to your jugs and you’re gonna want all the extra padding you can get. First up! Let’s get you doing some pushups. Drop and gimme ten.”

“Ten pushups? Is that all?” Sedna asked with a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

She started to get into position on the mats beside the ring. Lonnie watched her as she lowered her upper body until her nipples prodded the mats. It sent a surprising tingle up her chest but she was already into her second when the puffin cut her off.

“Nope. More than that. You gotta go down deep.”

“What does that mean?”

“I mean you’re not just bumping nipples out there in the ring. You’ve got to get used to the pressure of a clinch or a monster of a hook from a punchdrunk elephant. You go down until you can’t squash ‘em down any lower and then come up for air.”

Sedna did as she asked and very quickly felt the difference. She frowned a little as the pressure of her hefty boobs not only landing on but actively pushing into the solid gym mats was something else. Her nipples hardened, or at least tried to against the firm floor.

“C’mon, babe. Lower. Harder,” Lonnie encouraged her.

She also pressed a webby foot on Sedna’s back. The short trainer’s weight wasn’t much but it motivated her to lean in further. Sedna bit her lip at the minor but intimate pain. Her bent arms tensed until she could feel her heart pounding in her bosomy chest. Her plump nipples throbbed when she felt the light pat of Lonnie’s foot against her back.

“And nowww you’re up. I want that kind of pressure on each one. Helps the arm strength and most of all, you’re gonna feel that every time you clinch up or take a glove to the nip,” the puffin lectured.

“Now ten of those before we start hittin’ the bags.”

Sedna pushed herself through the awkward exercise. Her boobs squashed out and back again before she finished her last rep. Her boobs gratefully wobbled back into shape as she rose back to her knees, rubbing her chest. Her nipples were hard and tender from the rapid stimulation. Not quite painful but much more sensitive than she was used to.

“How you feeling?” Lonnie pried in a casual tone.

Sedna shuddered and squeezed a thick arm across her chest.

“Like I just used my nips as pogo sticks,” she confessed.

“But I see your point. I’m sure they’ll pay off in the end! And at least I know what I’m dealing with when it comes to punching bags.”

Lonny nodded before bobbing her head towards one end of the gym.

“Glad you think so. But I’m just full of surprises like that.”

Her tiny instructor led her over to the heavy bags, but she kept walking past them. Sedna followed, looking at them and then Lonnie expectantly without her even looking back. She reached a far corner of the gym where one of them hung with a more unique shape. Rather than the solid oblong of a heavy bag, it was shaped more like a thick hourglass of a woman, complete with two large, round bulges sewn on to mimic a set tits. Sedna quietly noted that at least she had a bigger pair than the punching bag/training dummy.

“You’ll be working on this one,” Lonnie spelled out for her.

She patted the heavy bag somewhere around where the hips would be on the limbless piece of equipment.

“You’re not gonna find a single titboxer who’s flat as a board, so you need a target with curves. We’ll start you out on this one we call a ‘booby bag’ before we move on to the regular kind. More’n anything, we want to get you ready for what makes titboxing different from a regular boxing match.”

“Alright… if you say so, coach.”

Sedna gloved up and went along with the gruff puffin’s expert opinion. Lonnie would occasionally call for a target, getting her to swing at a certain part of the bag’s body.

“Come on. Dig into those tits. Now hit the sideboob! Get in lower! Hit ‘er in the guts, flippers. Now go high on her! Uppercut that underboob and go for the head!”

Sedna followed her instructions throughout the day and kept finding surprises to the otherwise expected exercises. The booby bag really did make her think on her feet. It was sturdy but lighter than the heavy bag, making it occasionally sway back at her and make her stay on her toes. She was surprised by how often hitting an unusual angle made her blow glance off the other body’s curves or even catch in a way that sent an uncomfortable rattle up her arm. Lonnie walked her through sit ups, which Sedna quickly learned was a whole different exercise with her tits flopping up and trying to hit her in the face whenever she leaned back down. Lonnie kept warning her about using her pectorals and knowing where she’d be jiggling next to help her through it. She did some jump rope with the same caution about her bouncing boobs and straining chest, occasionally having to dip her chin out of the way of the hefty floppers. It was embarrassing to have her tits literally thrown in her face in the middle of the gym. It was impossible for other patrons of the gym not to stare, but the plump seal didn’t let it stop her. Rather than being discouraged, she had to find herself shrugging off the distracting arousal teasing at the edge of her mind.

“27. 28. 29,” Lonnie counted down as Sedna grunted through her reps.

She was seated on an exercise machine, pumping her arms in and out. The arm press was a familiar one for her to work her arms and chest out, but Lonnie had upped the ante on it as usual. She had set it to a lower weight than the solid seal was used to, but she had introduced an entirely new set of weights. They were a pair of nipple clamps with soft but firm rubber grips and small round weights attached to them. They dangled like a short set of earrings and only weighed a few ounces apiece, but that was all it took to demand Sedna’s attention. It slowed her progress even with the lighter load on her workout.

“And 30! Atta girl,” Lonnie praised as Sedna let go.

The seal dropped back, panting and sweating in a mix of exhaustion and arousal. It wasn’t the most tired she’d been, but it still hit her on a different level than she was used to. She was painfully aware of her sore boobs, barely keeping herself from taking them off until she was given the okay by her trainer. Sweat and pussy juices both left faint stains on her shorts.

“Pretty promising first day, huh? How’d you like the warm up?” Lonnie asked her.

“THAT was the warmup?” Sedna asked in surprise.

Of course it was. She realized it was her first day of training as soon as she’d said it.

“Just getting you used to what to expect. You think I made pros by making them do ten pushups a day? We’ll start upping the weight and reps tomorrow. I’m sure you can take it. You’re a big gal and you haven’t even started to whine. That’s always a good sign,” the puffin chuckled.

“I guess that’s good, right?” Sedna said as she slumped back in her machine’s seat.

Lonnie smirked and nodded.

“So? You think I have what it takes?”

“Well, ya pack a punch. You’ve got the bulk and the boobs. You can throw a nice punch, if you know where to throw it. You’ve been practicing on punching bags and your own, so you got a lot to learn. It’s too early to say, but if I can get you to think on your feet and loosen up, you got a lot of promise, kid.”

Sedna beamed proudly at the puffin’s praise. She forgot about her fatigue as her pride swelled up in its place.

“Don’t give me that look. And don’t forget to wipe up the bench when you’re done, smiles. Sweat’s bad enough but nobody wants to work out when you’ve been leakin’ cum all over it.”

Sedna flashed some blush across her silvery gray cheeks as she grabbed her towel.

“Don’t worry about it. It's a common reaction, even with the pros. Just wait until you get your first paingasm!”

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Things continued like that for another week. Sedna adapted quickly to the training, which just made Lonnie have her pick up the pace. Her new diet had her eating a lot more grains and berries, and it was surprisingly quick to start making her lactate. The seal quickly adjusted quickly as the extra padding that Lonnie had promised in the form of some extra breast weight and tits that would leak milk if they got too much attention. She learned because Lonnie had started checking her weight, both of her tits themselves and she had to shower thoroughly after each workout session to keep from ruining her top with her breastmilk.

At the start of the second week, Lonnie decided to get things over with and let Sedna take her first actual tit punch. Even if it wasn’t an actual match (Sedna just had to sit on a workout bench and hold her arms over her head, fully exposed for the hit), and the fox woman wasn’t even a boxer (“You’d be surprised how many ladies would hit a gal in the titty for 10 bucks”), but it was the first time Sedna had actually experienced the deep, thudding impact. The sound of her own squeaking gasp was something she’d remember in her dreams to go along with the memorable sting and wobble of her chest. It had Sedna rubbing her breast thinking about the few free shots late into the night.

When Sedna bounce/jiggled back from it eager for more, Lonnie finally scheduled a sparring match for her. Her first time genuinely trading blows with someone besides her coach wearing a set of training gloves. She was even more excited by this idea, and her nipples immediately perked right up at the idea. They had gotten very… sensitive wasn’t the word. Reactive was more like it. They responded quickly, but she could take a lot of pain and still enjoy it after so much work with clamps and getting hit in the boob.

“Now she’s not a pro or anything,” Lonnie warned as she pulled up a picture on her phone.

“She’s more of a competitive weightlifter, but she boxes from time to time so she knows what she’s doing. Carol’s good people.”

The selfie showed a reindeer woman, smiling and flexing in some gloves and trunks. Carol was a broad-shouldered woman with scruffy, dark brown fur. Her experience in weightlifting was obvious from her muscular bulk compared to Sedna’s more subtle softness; she was all abs and bulging muscle besides her volleyball sized tits. Backswept antlers grew out from around her ears, far back enough from her face that they didn’t pose any real threat to an incoming fist. Her hair grew to her middle back, tied into a loose and practical ponytail.

“Well she seems fun!” Sedna noted cheerfully.

“Full points for enthusiasm,” Lonnie scoffed.

“We’ll see how you feel once you’re a few headshots into the match. I wanted to keep things interesting, but it looks like you’re already motivated enough on your own.”

“Ooh! What were you thinking?” Sedna pressed curiously, easily baited by her coach.

“If you win your match as a fight virgin, I’ll cover your next two weeks of training for free. If you lose, you spend a full day wearing your boxing gloves.”

Sedna only looked more excited by the offer. Lonnie could see that it wasn't from overconfidence. She’d enjoy herself whether she won or lost.

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The next week flew by as the training kept Sedna busy. She had her day off before the spar, and she was so excited she could barely sleep. The rookie seal finally arrived at the ring, topless and in her loose legged trunks and gloves of matching pink and purple colors  with her opponent waiting across from her. Sedna had certainly shaped up from her start. She was starting to get some more definition to her arms while keeping the overall softness of her main body. The difference between her and Carol’s builds, at least, was clear at a glance. They were both beefy women but the topless reindeer was much sleeker with visible muscle sculpted into her midsection. Her breasts were comparable but perkier, and her arms were huge enough that her biceps peaked higher than Sedna’s with any slight flex.

“Hey, kid. Nice to meet you,” Carol greeted with a plain smile and nod.

“Sorry my first time meeting you’s gonna be beating the hell out of you.”

Sedna laughed and stepped out to shake her hand, her gloves still hanging in the corner. It really let the sealgirl see and feel the power to the weightlifter’s bulging limbs.

“You’ll have to hit me first, twinklehooves,” Sedna said with a sweet smile.

Carol let a short laugh loose.

“Okay! Lot more fight in you than I thought. Gonna make me feel a lot better about busting your boobs.”

“I’ll let you make it up to me when you’re catching your breath between them,” Sedna giggled, cupping her tits from below to boost them up proudly. Lottie finally spoke up to interrupt.

“Okay, you two. Flirt on your own time. Let’s get you girls laced up so we can tap gloves and tap tits and get you two swingin’.”

Lottie helped secure their gloves in their corners before she hopped off the ring apron and manned the bell. Sedna had seen enough matches to know the traditional start to a titboxing match, so she stepped up to meet Carol in the middle. Their busts bumped together, lingering for a few seconds as the two chesty women quietly and subtly sized each other up. Carol was a bit taller, but not enough to make much of a difference. They still stared eye to eye as the taller reindeer’s firmer tits rested on the slope of Senda’s bosom. Her harder nipples prodded against Sedna’s broad chest, but the jiggly, heavy orbs held strong against the lighter prodding as surprisingly solid. Sedna didn’t have much leverage in their idle position, but she was clearly solid for such a chubby exterior.

Sedna beamed, doing her best to keep her cool while clearly excited for the fight. She was finally about to trade tit shots in her first real match, even if it was just a spar. Her excitement rubbed off enough for Carol to crack a smile at the enthusiastic young rookie. She held out her gloves, still keeping their breasts locked together. Sedna raised her own gloves to knock them lightly on top of Carol’s. The reindeer smirked and flexed her pecs, making her strong upper body bob her breasts in place to bump against her opponent’s chest before she backed away.

“That’s a neat trick!” Sedna complimented her. “You’ll have to show me how to do that one sometime.”

“Less chatting. More punching,” Lottie reminded the cheerful seal.

She pursed her lips and nodded. They retreated to their corners before Lonnie rang the bell to approve them finally starting. Sedna didn’t know to look for it but Carol’s already thick arms flexed and tensed as they both moved in. They circled with their gloves up and ready, Sedna being trained well on the basic footwork. Her actual technique was still amateurish, not that her opponent was terribly experienced herself. Sedna went for some early jabs, testing out the muscular deer.

Carol wasn’t especially quick but she didn’t have to be. She kept her arms tight around her face and chest, catching the blows with her dense limbs. She let Sedna make her fruitless efforts before she blitzed her, rushing the seal and coming out with some heavy swings right out of the gate. Sedna blocked the first, but it was hard enough to rattle her defenses. A second, slightly more precise hit threw her glove completely aside right before following up with a deep right straight. The leathery smack was louder than Sedna had expected and hit way harder. The amateur punches she’d experienced before had stung but this outright hurt! Her thick breast wobbled hard and it rippled through the rest of her doughy middle as her eye widened.

Sedna was stunned by the mix of pain and pleasure, immediately stimulating her nipples into going erect like they were knocked out of hiding. Her mind blanked out in shocked arousal, but thankfully her instinct was to fight instead of freeze. She swung a swift hook back at Carol’s side, catching her by surprise. The muscular body was dense and solid but the rewarding grunt assured her it was working.

She snapped back to her senses a little too late. The tingle in her tit distracted her as Carol lashed out again. Sedna backpedaled and brought up her arms but the reindeer had taken control of the pace of the fight. Her gloves sank into Sedna’s breasts and body, squashing the plump seal’s curves.

“Loosen up, Selkia! You’re like a punchable statue out there!” Lonnie warned sternly from the sidelines.

Sedna lowered her gloves, managing to deflect one of Carol’s fists with a timely flourish. It pushed the reindeer’s blow away in an impressive parry she felt proud of for a moment.

Then Carol used her dropped guard to slam a major hook into her face. Sedna reeled back into the ropes, her vision blurring and head spinning. Her big eyes fluttered as her arms felt around for anything to steady herself, catching over the top ropes. She could barely get her feet back in place when Carol charged her again. She rammed tits-first into Sedna’s pair, crushing her back against the ropes hard enough that they stretched back from their combined weight.

“Thought you were gonna be hard to catch,” Carol taunted as she gripped the top ropes.

She pulled them tightly to press them even tighter together, their breasts swelling until the reindeer’s tits and chest muscles swelled with effort. Sedna’s eyes and mouth went wide, a drawn out wail of pain forced out of her crushed bosom.

Carol finally released the ropes and started slamming hooks into the sides of Sedna’s boobs. The jug jiggled left, clapping into the left tit before being knocked back in the other direction and clashing again. Sedna began to grunt with every blow, growing louder and weaker as she went.

“Come on, flippers! Bust outta there before she busts you!” her coach warned sharply.

She knew Carol wasn’t a pro but she was a real bruiser. The puffin had seen her knock other amateurs out cold if they weren’t ready for her, not to mention what she could do to an unprotected set of tits. Sedna’s boobs were already starting to bruise along her pale gray fur.

“Don’t tell me you’re only gonna throw the one punch,” Carol smirked.

Sedna got her arms up to try and push Carol away, but that just left herself more open. The reindeer wound up way back and threw a huge haymaker across her face. Spit and sweat flew off Senda’s face as she was rocked hard to one side, sliding along the ropes as she started to go down. Lonnie wasn’t surprised that the weightlifter’s power blow would put her on the mats.

She WAS surprised when Sedna stumbled but kept herself on her feet. She swayed unsteadily but she rode the momentum, leaning in low and slamming a devastating hook into Carol’s stomach. The abs pulsed in a quick flex, but her buff body lacked the extra fat that Sedna did and it went right into her guts. The big deer huffed loudly, spraying spit over the crouching Sedna’s hair and back.

“Holy shit,” Lonnie found herself muttering at the surprising comeback.

Sedna was sloppy but she was still standing, which was a lot more than she could say for even certain pros who took that kind of a beating. She snapped a few fast punches in, hitting around Carol’s areolas. She gave a few bitter hisses of breaths as the gloves grazed her nipples before she could get her guard up. Her muscular arms hugged around her chest but Sedna went low again, using her slightly shorter build to dig in hard against her abs. The muscles twitched again but were rapidly softening up against the heavy rookie’s blows.

Carol slammed both her gloves down in a hammer blow across Sedna’s shoulder blades. She gave a quick hiss and recoiled, just for a quick and short uppercut to intercept her. The glove smashed into Senda’s underboob, swinging her boob upward. Her hefty boob tensed around her nipple hard enough to squirt a streak of milk high enough to spray over her shoulder and across her cheek.

“Guard your girls, Sed! You can’t keep taking hits like that!” Lonnie called out to her.

Carol snapped off another pair of stiff straights, crushing the rookie’s soft boobs back into her chest. The thick padding dulled the ache as it reached Sedna’s ribs but it still made her cough wetly. A third power blow crushed one of her nipples, burying it back into her areola before it popped back out in a strange and painful surprise. One arm clutched her chest as it started spilling milk as well, leaking like a wounded animal. Carol sent another firm hit to her cheek, making her eyes water but she still snapped back with a short uppercut. It caught Carol in the chin, snapping her head up in a moment of surprised grunting.

Sedna threw a quick series of short jabs, rattling Carol’s head before the leaner boxer got up her guard. She sidestepped around the seal’s swing, letting it whiff past her antlers and graze against her trailing ponytail. Carol tightened up her stance and slammed a flurry of hooks into Sedna’s, sending her tits and belly jiggling like she was on a massage chair.

Sedna huffed from the gut busting blows but came in with a pincer maneuver, bringing both of her gloves crashing around Carol’s jugs. Their shape warped as they collided, her tighter bust not as flexible under the pressure. The reindeer grimaced in pain as her tight orbs squashed together and sent two squirts over Sedna’s chest. Their milk mixed together among the sweat pouring down her face and chest.

Sedna had a moment to smile proudly before a glove smashed her right in the eye. Sedna finally tumbled and went to her knees, panting as her eyes hung half-lidded. The seal wobbled dizzily before slumping against Carol’s body. Her face rested against her abs and Carol’s tits rested on her head, bobbing as she heaved for air as the bell rang for the round.

Sedna unsteadily helped herself to her feet, having to use her gloves to steady herself. Carol snorted huffily as she went to her corner, a stool already waiting in either of their corners.

Sedna lurched back to her corner, sweating and lactating as her eye was already starting to swell. Lonnie arrived to towel her off and get some water into her. She made her spit it back out before squeezing a tube of body oil into her hands and rubbing down the already sweat-slick fur around her breasts to keep the friction down.

“Jeez, kid. What are you doin’ out there?” Lonnie scolded her.

“I know, right?” Sedna asked a little dizzily. “Did you see that double punch I got on her back there? She’s really leaking now…”

Her coach gave a small groan, rolling her eyes. She really was still very impressed. Sedna really had landed some solid hits, if way less than Carol, and she was still standing after all. Sedna was proving to be an absolute tank in the ring, with her optimism sticking around even after a few dozen powerful punches. A lot of potential, even if her head was about as thick as the rest of her blubbery body (which it seemed to take a hit much better than the slimmer opponent did).

“Yea, it wasn’t bad. But you gotta be a lot more mobile out there. You can take a hell of a hit, but Carol’s the type who hits like a truck. Even you shouldn’t be tankin’ punches like that.”

“Believe me, I’d love not to,” Sedna laughed with her same listless tone. “But she’s so darn good at hitting me.”

“Look, guard up. Keep moving. Knock her boobs and head around when she slips up. The best you can do right now is keep your head on straight and keep surprising her and last long enough to keep hitting those counters.”

Sedna nodded, still clearly a little woozy. Lonnie left her behind anyway and went off to hit the bell. The second round started up and Sedna took a big huffing breath, making her breasts and belly rise and fall as she got to her feet. Carol looked a bit annoyed and was leaking from both nipples, but nothing about her seemed as bad off as Sedna was.

The seal came out with a right feint, and while Carol didn’t rush to block Sedna came in with a one-two combo that bashed her in each tit. Sedna felt a subtle thrill from the wet, meaty splat of punching a hard and milky nipple. The firm tits didn’t have much give, feeling like she was hitting a pair of miniature heavy bags.

Carol winced and threw another heavy swing at Sedna’s head. Even with her blackened eye, the seal dodged around the frustrated swipe.  Senda snapped a jab into Carol’s face, startling the reindeer before catching her with a big hook with her free glove that caught her clean on the jaw. The deer reeled and went down to all fours, looking more surprised than hurt as she dripped sweat and milk into a pool beneath her.

“WHOO! YEA!” Sedna cheered, hopping up and down in place.

Her bosom jiggled along with her celebration as Lonie started to count Carol out. Sedna looked over in momentary concern.

“You okay down there?” the sweet seal slugger asked.

“Two! Three! Don’t forget who put her down there! Five!”

Carol pushed herself back up, frowning in determination.

“I’m doin’ fine. Worry about yourself,” Carol panted.

Sedna braced herself but the raging reindeer simply came out swinging. She moved in to meet her, blocking and dodging as she went but she couldn’t avoid them all. Her body jiggled from a short and sudden belly blow, finally digging deep enough to penetrate through her softer gut. She wheezed as it cut her off, and a couple more hard shots to her sides had her wheezing. Sedna replied with a few firm hits to her chest, but Carol threw a hard and piercing straight right into the side of Sedna’s areola. The seal moaned as it threw her off balance, reeling to one side as her tit flop aside. Sedna fell forward, throwing her arms around Carol in a clinch to stay on her feet as she leaked fresh milk and sweat all over her opponent.

Carol grunted and threw some more deep hits into her sides. Sedna moaned from the aching hits, panting for air until Carol jerked aside. It swung her hefty tit right across the seal’s face, titslapping her and sending her crumbling to the mats. It was her turn to hear the dooming count as she landed on her stomach, breathing high and heavy on the mats as Carol paced and loosened herself up during the breather.

“5! 6! 7!” Lonnie rattled off.

Sedna’s brain felt foggy and fuzzy, planting her gloves under herself. She forced her way back up, getting back on her shaky legs around 8. Everything felt heavier and blurrier, sniffing and picking up hints of blood. She shook out her short hair before realizing Carol was already outflanking her, circling around her while she was still recovering.

“Don’t rush it! Get up when you’re actually ready,” Lonnie lectured too late, or perhaps she was only just registering the words.

Carol quickly punished her for being so sluggish. She came in with a deep hook to the side of her tits, sending her off balance once again. Sedna gave a miserable bark of pain, just to taste the sweaty leather of the reindeer’s other glove in her face. Her babydoll eyes rolled as she stumbled again, just for Carol to sling a beefy arm around her shoulders. She felt the mighty forearms and bicep clamp together, catching her in a headlock and starting to hammer away at one of her hanging tits. Sedna shuddered and cried out in pain, her tit noisily splatting milk and sweat as it clapped against its double. Carol’s grip was just as powerful as her punches, and she was having trouble escaping either of them in her fatigued state. Even then she managed to free up an arm and snap a hard straight across Carol’s snout.

It broke her grip enough to dig in a couple more hard blows to Carol’s abs. The reindeer grunted hard and grabbed her toned stomach as Sedna clumsily pulled free. She was in a full retreat, desperate to regroup, but it put her back to Carol and that proved a major mistake. The muscular deer lashed out and wrapped her gloved hands around her waist, hooking them under Senda’s arms and reeling her in. Her gloves moved up to cup her opponent’s breasts, holding them hostage in front of her. Her bulging breasts pushed into the seal’s back as the gloves clamped around her nipples, squeezing firmly around the bulging and bruised areolas.

Sedna let out a shrill wail, her legs turning to jelly beneath her. Her wide eyes rolled as her mouth hung open, drooling almost half as her suddenly swelling and leaking nipples. She thrashed around, finding herself completely powerless in this position. Not only because of the muscular arms holding her in place but the absolute assault it brought on her senses. Her bruised up tits were incredibly sensitive, flooding her with pain followed by a strange aftertaste of dizzying arousal. Her entire brain focused on her leaking tits, but a flickering part of her brain was surprised by how flexible and dexterous the gloved hands could be, pinching and pulling on her hard nipples.

Sedna suddenly couldn’t hear her own howling moans as clearly. It took her a moment to realize she had started to sink towards the mats, unable to stand up straight anymore after the blinding surge of pain. It left her falling low enough that she was leaning up against Carol, her head sinking to rest between Carol’s tits. Her tightly muscled rack felt like a vice around her aching head, a humiliating way to keep her on her thick but shaky legs.

Carol’s fists came swinging in like wrecking balls, the muscular limbs arcing in around her tits. With nothing left to stop them, Sedna could only groan in agony since she was too exhausted to cry out. Her tits had turned swollen and purple like two huge rotting melons. All Carol had to do was wrap an arm around her injured tit and squeeze, the monster bicep crushing all the milk and pained wails out of the battle damaged rookie. Her breasts swelled and rose up to squash against the base of Senda’s chin.

“Throw in the towel, kid. I can do this all da-”

Sedna twisted her body without thinking about it. Her sweaty, oily tit wrenched itself out of her hold, though not without a fresh wave of discomfort. She whirled around as fast as she could manage, her head spinning and whole body aching as she threw every muscle she had into the spinning uppercut. The sweeping blow struck across Carol’s nipple like a powerful flick, sending the orb bouncing before it cracked against Carol’s chin. The powerful blow hit hard enough to make her head fly back so sharply that her antlers touched her back as Sedna  all the strength she had left.

It turned out that all her strength wasn’t enough. Carol caught herself on the ropes, snapping her head back into position. Her lip was swollen and some blood formed at the edge of her mouth, but her own collection of bruises weren’t enough to knock her down. Carol felt a deep sinking feeling in her stomach as she struggled to even lift her suddenly heavy gloves.

The reindeer didn’t bother with threats or trash talk. She drove a devastating straight into Sedna’s breast, winding her before following up with a hard left to the face. It rocked her around like a ragdoll, spinning halfway around before the seal landed flat on her back. When her jiggling juiciness finally stopped, she was motionless besides the faintest of stirring in her twitching arms and the heaving of her huge breasts. Her huge J cups were suddenly a burden as they throbbed with pain and weighed down on her chest. She was completely overwhelmed by pain and dizziness before she picked up a muffled voice.

“9! Annnd 10!” was followed by a ringing bell that wasn’t just her ringing ears.

Sedna’s head was swimming. She felt a massive amount of pain and dizziness, but beneath it all… she felt aroused. Her trunks were soaked in sweat, but the front was a throbbing wetness as she realized it was her pulse throbbing in her clit. She numbly felt herself lifted up to a sitting position by Carol, helping her up before Lottie started to wave at her, directing her to help her out.

“You okay, kid? Talk to me,” the puffin urged.

“That was fun… funner than I ever imagined,” she sighed, her words slurred a bit in dizziness and a swollen face.

“Ooh boy. She’s delirious,” Carol grunted.

“Nah, she’s always like this. That’s a good sign. Just help me get her on the bench and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Can we go again?” Sedna mumbled as they worked together to lug her out.

Carol snorted in amusement

“Don’t see that kind of energy in the ring alot. You keep on smiling, kid, y’hear?” she chuckled before Sedna let herself pass out.

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Sedna recovered a bit later. She was still sore and swollen, but they tended to the worst of it. It was enough for her to get on her feet and get a basic breakdown from Lonnie about what she did well (taking hits, surprising counters, a lot of power, and way more stamina than she expected) and what she’d done wrong (forgetting her defenses, letting herself get outmaneuvered and relying on the flashy desperation moves). She’d give her a full breakdown another day when she was less pummeled silly, but Sedna kept up her end of the deal. Lonnie checked that the gloves were still on tight before she made her way home still wearing the purple boxing gloves she’d worn in the fight.

The seal was still sore as she walked back home, her winter coat a constant reminder of the stinging damage to her boobs. Lonnie said they’d be fine in a few days if she took care of herself, and gave her a few days off to recover and work out responsibly on her own. Sedna went back to her comfortable little apartment. She took a few pain meds, exhausted but too keenly awake to bother sleeping yet. She drew a hot bath and laid back in it, draping her gloved arms over the sides. The deep heat sank into her fat and fur as she moaned. She drifted fully beneath the waters, letting her sigh bubble up to the surface before she breached back up for air.

It was all such a strange feeling. It was her first fight and her first loss, even if it was unofficial. She felt like she should be disappointed, but she wasn’t. She felt a steady tingle across her body, echoes of her pains and the ripple of her body trying to heal itself. She flexed her hand, letting her aching arm muscles tense testingly. She felt the glove extend and retract around her, surprisingly flexible. Just like she’d realized during the match when Carol had gotten her in the painful milking hold.

That got her pussy to pulse again. It was one of the few places on her that hadn’t been hurt during the fight, but it was still wet with an aching pleasure. She bit her lip and looked at her glove. So far she hadn’t had much trouble working with the gloves on. They really were more versatile than she’d realized… something to consider for future matches, and for the moment…

She spread her legs and dipped a glove under the water. She gasped as she rubbed its padded thumb over her pussy, teasing her labia and feeling her clit throbbing again. She moaned and lowered her head back against the head of the tub.

“Oh god yes…” she panted, starting to rub herself more enthusiastically with her gloved fingers.

She ran the other glove over her breasts, finding herself enjoying the mix of pain and arousal that coursed through her. It made her remember flashes of moments in the fight, between the intimate damage she’d taken or the triumphant hits and knockdowns she’d dished out. It was all so exciting, and even the cheery seal wasn’t dumb enough not to realize that it was strange how much she’d loved the whole experience. She found herself thumping a gloved fist against one of her big bruises tits, letting out a deep moan as she humped her gloved harder.

“Fuck… oh fuck…” she moaned, her busy mind flooding with images. Fresh memories and fantasies of herself in the ring, taking on stronger and more famous opponents throughout her hypothetical career. Win or lose, the ups and downs… she couldn’t remember feeling anywhere more at home than in the ring, tits out and gloves up face to face with another busty beast of a woman.

She shuddered and squeaked as she orgasmed. Hard. So hard it hurt like the rest of her and her jiggling curves made her aches return, but the rush of pleasure squirting into her bath water gave it that sexy bittersweetness. She trembled and lost track of how long she was humping the glove while beating her bust up with the other one. She finally settled back into more heavy breathing for the countless time today. She slinked back into the water, sliding down until only her eyes and tip of her wet hair stuck over the top. She blew a few quiet bubbles thoughtfully before she rose again.

“I cannot wait until next time,” she mused to herself, shaking her head in her post-orgasmic bliss.

“And I’m not stopping until I’m a real pro titboxer…”