Titboxer In Training 3: The Muscle Mouse Match (Patreon)

A commissioner that requested some direction for the next chapter in Sedna's story. We did some back and forth working out an idea. Basically a scenario where Sedna could be way outclassed by an opponent without getting into the full professional stuff. I settled on a musclebound mouse for her opponent, shorter but beefy enough to toss around the heavy seal rather than being a full shortstack. It's a fun excuse to explore her Sedna's motives and style too.

Sedna was still going strong in terms of her training. She was excited for more time in the ring, but even she had no intention of getting into official big league bouts after a month or two of training. She knew she had to pay her dues and get in her practice hours before she could hope to take on an actual professional titboxers. So she kept up her practice under Lottie’s direction, worked out and sparred with some casual locals that she picked out, and worked her day job as kitchen staff at a nearby restaurant. Sure, she would fantasize that the meat she was tenderizing was the bust of some imagined rival.

The sealgirl maintained her homelife, which amounted to some working out on her own, experimenting in her kitchen, and of course, keeping up on her fandom/research of titboxing. She went catching up on forums and watching the highlight montages made by some of her favorite BoobTubers. She finished cumming to a Nefertiti music video before she went perusing through her boxing fan discord. There was a recent buzz around the Meetups channel, where she liked reading about peoples’ hookups and hiring session wrestlers. She always checked out the links, if nothing else to add some more sexy fight pictures to her carefully sorted folders.

While checking them out, there was one for a woman named Jasmine that really caught her eye. She was a retired professional titboxer turned session fighter, and she was surprised to find it was true. Jasmine Price had a rather short-lived career in the International Titboxing Circuit with barely any wins and some major losses. It was surprising given how absolutely buff the mouse woman looked in her flexing poses or standing over an absolutely knocked out looking body with her foot on their breast. There were a lot of closeups of her showing her bulging, veiny biceps and abs while she looked down at the camera. They certainly got an excited tingle in Sedna’s nethers as she skimmed through the reviews. Nothing but praise, though they all indicated that Jasmine really did beat them down hard.

“Nothing I love more than breaking rookies. They treated me like shit in the pros, so let me do you the favor and tear you to fucking pieces before they can get the chance,” Jasmine proclaimed in a part of her brief description.

A few of the commenters had more confirming sentiments. That their dreams of becoming a professional titboxer went right out the window after seeing the vicious hell that the dominant mouse had in store for them. It only made Sedna more excited to imagine that kind of challenge. Her coach was always saying that she needed to keep fighting tougher opponents to keep her skills sharp.

Sedna sighed and imagined going a few rounds with the muscle mouse, but she scrolled lower and was surprised to find that not only was Jasmine available, but she only lived a few hours away from her! She had no idea that an actual experienced pro boxer was in the same STATE as her let alone a couple towns over. She almost clicked to apply for a session when she remembered herself enough to text her coach, running it excitedly by her first and asking for a day off since it was technically more practice.

Lonnie didn’t seem to know her personally, and the puffin woman wasn’t sure about hiring session boxers off a porn meetup site let alone one who loved breaking amateur boxers. When Sedna’s excitement shone through, Lonnie ultimately shrugged it off and let her go for it. Sedna immediately loaded up Jasmine’s calendar and slid into her DMs.

“Hi there! I’m Sedna and I live in Alaska too! I’m training to become a titboxer and hoped I could learn a thing or two from you! Let me know if the date I requested works for you.”

Jasmine got back to her a short while later. “I can arrange something. Send me a pic of my next victim.”

Sedna shivered from her commanding tone. Considering her numerous reviews and the security assured by the site, she was comfortable sending a simple pic of her she had saved while she was admiring her more toned physique one night. She’d at least kept a shirt on for that one. She sent it over and Jasmine responded a minute later.

“Seriously? You want to be a pro?”

“Of course! I’ve got a coach and everything,” she replied happily, missing any potential venom behind the words.

“Tell you what: I’ll do this one for free. But let me warn you: I’m going to absolutely demolish you. I’m gonna beat your ass black and blue and leave you sucking your own milk off the mats while you pass out when I’m good and done with you.”

Sedna thought about it for a moment and smiled.

“That sounds so hot! I’ll see you then!”

She couldn’t wait to see what sort of things she could learn from an actual pro in the ring.

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That weekend, Sedna drove out to the location. Jasmine Price had a private home where she had her own boxing ring. She was buzzed in at the front door and entered what appeared to be either a small lobby or a large living room. There was a coat rack, some overhead lights, a full mirror and a small table. A small speaker by the door to the next room crackled to life.

“Welcome to my house of pain, bitch. It’s where dreams come to die! I’ll be right with you, so change into something more sporty so I can turn this place into your personal hell.”

Sedna took a deep breath and set down her gym bag. She changed out of her usual winter coat and changed into her usual titboxing gear. She tightened her blue gloves and silver and blue trunks, going topless as expected. She checked herself in the mirror, shaking out some of her silvery hair and admiring her chubby, busty body while her arms bulged with well-used muscle. It was slow and steady, but she really was proud of all her progress so far.

The door leading deeper into the house opened up and Jasmine herself entered. She had dark, grayish brown fur and prominent front teeth in her smug smile. Her hair itself was dark red and tied behind her in a large, long ponytail that ended just above her thick ass. Unlike Sedna, her curves were almost pure muscle, built closer to her first opponent Carol than herself. She had a long, narrow mouse tail and some high, perky ears rather than the expected round pair. Her arms were even thicker than Sedna’s, ripped as hell with hugely swollen biceps, thighs, and every muscle she could see on the rodent. She wore a loose tank top, enough that her large but perky tits peeked out at the edges of the arm holes. Jasmine wore red and white trunks with matching gloves, raising one and flexing her bicep so hugely that Sedna momentarily thought it might pop.

“There’s my chunky new punching bag. You ready to become the next stain on my mats?” Jasmine asked with a confident sneer.

“Well, I’m ready to fight you, but uh…”

Sedna looked down at the woman. Sedna was tall, if nothing record-breaking, but she had a good 6 inches in height advantage on Jasmine. It quickly started to click in the rookie’s head why the mouse didn’t last on a professional level. Even with all the muscle she had, she lacked the sheer bulk and reach of the women who tended to be 6 foot minimum and had tits and muscles like brick walls.

“Somehow, I didn’t think you’d actually be shorter than me,” she confessed honestly.

Jasmine nodded understandably and let out an amused chuckle. In a split second, her eyes flashed into absolute fury as she lunged in and threw a sucker punch right into Sedna’s kidney. It felt like that absolute hardest punch Sedna had ever experienced as her unprepared body took the direct hit. Her soft belly swayed with the hit and she gagged in pain, grabbing at her stomach.

“Already with the short jokes?! You fuckin’ rookie piece of shit!” the mouse shouted at her in clearly genuine fury.

Sedna had unwittingly hit a hair trigger on her, and even with the domination session she had planned, Jasmine was holding nothing back now. She threw a kick into the side of Sedna’s knee, catching her even further off guard as she crumbled to one knee. The seal gasped for air but the drop left her at the perfect angle for Jasmine to grab her hair and start unloading huge rights across her face. Sedna let out weak, choked cries with every hit. They came amazingly fast and hard, obliterating her defenses before she could even get them up. She was seeing stars before she even realized the match had started.

“You’re lookin’ pretty short yourself all of a sudden,” Jasmine said in a nasally cutesy and mocking voice.

She slammed Sedna with an uppercut to the chin hard enough to send her falling back. She went tumbling into the coat rack, crashing roughly into it and knocking it over on top of herself. Sedna let out a shrill cry as she was laid out on the cold entryway floor, feebly trying to push her way back to all fours after the dumbfounding ambush.

“Ugh… I’m sorry,” she panted as she struggled to get up.

Jasmine was already pulling off her small shirt, throwing it away with disdain as she pounded her gloves together. Her arms and pecs bulged with power as her breasts wobbled between them.

“I don’t give a shit, princess. You think sorry’s gonna make the bitches who want to break your snout wanna hear ‘sorry?’ FUCK your sorry!”

Sedna grunted as the mouse kneed her in the face, sending more spit flying from her mouth as she cried out again. Her eyes fluttered as the shorter woman now towered over her like she appeared to in her pics. She grabbed Sedna’s hair in her gloves and pulled her back to her knees, just to swing her over and slam her face into the wall. Sedna groaned and braced herself against it, letting her drool run down the reassuringly cool surface.

Jasmine drove a few hooks into her sides while she was still leaning on the wall, making her breasts and belly jiggle against it. Sedna grimaced from the nauseating pain but steeled herself, forcing herself to ignore it for a split second and whirled around. She threw a massive haymaker across the dominating mouse’s face, connecting with a satisfying THUD of leather against fur and flesh. By size alone, Sedna packed enough power to send Jasmine staggering a few steps back and finally have a moment to breathe.

“Ha… okay… let’s try this a-”

Sedna was still trying to regroup as Jasmine backed off, but she sent another intense glare her way. Her bulging legs flexed and she darted towards the bulky rookie with alarming speed. It occurred to Sedna a moment too late that Jasmine wasn’t the biggest fighter, but she was colossally buff for her size. That much muscle plus that short of a body meant she had more power per pound than a lot of women, height advantage or not. Sedna tried to throw a punch at her but the ex-boxer outmaneuvered her by a mile and came at her from the opposite side. She leaned in low and crushed a low uppercut into Sedna’s pussy. The seal barked out a wet spray of spit and sweat from her face, and before she could even finish that Jasmine had smashed three more up into her womanhood. Sedna’s normally sturdy legs quickly turned to jelly and she dropped back to her knees. Jasmine wrapped a powerful arm around her neck as she stepped in behind her, tilting Sedna’s head backward so that her aching snout was stuffed under her armpit. She let out a muffled scream as the muscles bulged to crush and bend her neck, thrusting out her tits and belly ahead of her.

“You dirty little slut. You fucking punchwhore!”

Jasmine pelted her with insults as she started smashing her free glove into Sedna’s exposed body. She jiggled and cried out as the punches slammed her ribs and belly, but made particular focus on her tits. The big jugs were immediately starting to bruise and sting, aching immediately after as soon as they flopped back into place from the painful impact. Her body spasmed as her outthrust breasts and belly were fully exposed to the smaller fighter’s punishment. Sedna could only take blind, flailing swings at Jasmine’s sides. The awkward angle robbed her of any decent momentum and even her breathing was forcefully filtered through the mouse’s musky armpit.

Sedna let out a muffled scream when Jasmine hooked a punch right into her pussy. Her trunks offered no protection as the impact rippled through her entire pelvis. It was clearly a favored tactic by the dirty fighting dropout. Jasmine ground her glove against her groin like she was drilling Sedna’s pussy for oil. She certainly started leaking as her privates reacted from the rough treatment despite the agony coursing through the rest of her body.

“Damn, you must love losing! You’re getting off on this right now, aren’t you? They are gonna eat you alive in the pro circuit, you chunky cunt!”

Sedna’s throbbing pain hurt badly enough that she didn’t even notice she was orgasming. She was already wailing and shaking from the punishment so the only real tell was the immediate soaking of her trunks in her cum. The nausea of her beating and smothering seemed to balance it out into a drained feeling in the pit of her stomach as her muscular arms drooped at her sides.

“Bad news, bitch. The league’s got plenty of punching bags already. Lucky for you, I’m always looking for some sorry excuse for a boxer that’ll last more than a minute with me.”

She finally released Sedna from her reversed headlock, letting her sweaty and teary-eyed face gasp for air. She struggled to balance but Jasmine grabbed her hair in one gloved fist and dragged her towards the door leading deeper inside.

“So I’m gonna take my time ripping you apart. Consider it your hazing for the big leagues, newby.”

Jasmine slammed Sedna’s head into the door, shoving it open with her face. She gave a weak squeal as she struggled to process what she’d just been put through, aching all over and drenched in sweat and cum. She staggered along, half dragged by Jasmine until they reached her actual gym.

“C’mon, new meat. Let’s pop that ring cherry of yours!” Jasmine announced with a proudly sadistic grin.

She grabbed the back of the seal’s hair and trunks and hurled Sedna into the ring under the ropes. She flopped in messily, only momentarily surprised by how easily the short mouse could throw her around. The throb of her aching body reminded her that her pure muscle build was clearly denser than hers at least.

Jasmine rang a bell at ringside, a mockery of a start to their match. She slid into the ring while Sedna was still struggling to push herself up on all fours.

“You think they won’t fuck with you just cuz you’re big time? That you’re safe just cuz you’re not in the ring with some of those thugs?” Jasmine hissed at her, clearly speaking from bitter experience.

She kicked Sedna in the stomach as she approached. The seal hacked up a mouthful of spit as she tumbled into the ropes, bracing an arm on the middle one as she coughed to force herself to breathe. She dragged herself up to her boots, her eyes half-lidded and suddenly feeling incredibly tired. But she was still standing, and her dizzied brain cells scolded and praised the small attempt at dignity.

Jasmine looked momentarily impressed, but it certainly didn’t stop her. She moved in confidently, but when Sedna took a heavy-handed swing she easily sidestepped around it. She punished her for fighting back with a deep hook to the ribs, catching her between the tits and belly to send her jiggling to one side. It knocked her along with it as Jasmine followed up, pounding the big girl’s underboobs. It stung her chest muscles with every hit, tactically weakened her tits so that they hurt with every bounce.

The seal moaned and slumped back into the corner. Her arms were too busy cradling her aching chest to catch on the ropes so she crumbled to one knee, wheezing down deep breaths that hurt her ribs and breasts.

“Stoopin’ down to my level again, sunshine?”

Jasmine sneered proudly at her handiwork like Sedna’s pain was a work of art. She grabbed the bigger seal around the neck and between the legs, suddenly lifting Sedna off her feet. She gave a startled scream just before Jasmine turned and body slammed her into the mats in an incredible show of strength. Their weight difference alone made it impressive, but pulling off the wrestling move in boxing gloves showed her absolute command over her opponent at this point.

Sedna was laid out like a jiggling island of flesh in the middle of the ring. Her arms tried pushing herself up, but they were too weak and shaky to support her weight. Jasmine quickly interrupted any hope of that by stomping her bood sharply down on Sedna’s crotch, getting another guttural howl from the chubby boxer. She sat up abruptly to try and cup her crotch but the mouse’s boot and strong leg were in her way. She kept grinding it to mash the fabric of her trunks into her soaking pussy.

“You like that, loser? You think you’re tough but you get off on me beating your fat ass all over my ring? You’re no boxer. You’re not even worthy of being my spit bucket.”

Sedna’s eyes fluttered, her aching body overwhelmed by wave upon wave of alternating pain and arousal. Jasmine made no effort to be gentle about her stomping and grinding, but she did take care to aim for her clitoris. The mouse pounded her sweet spot into submission, so sensitive that it didn’t care so long as it was being touched. Still fat and engorged from her last orgasm, her clit hijacked her brain mid-scream to break into a long and horny moan. The sealgirl’s hips bucked up wildly as she came again to her torment.

“I knew it. Just horny for more hurtin’. Well I’m not one to disappoint a needy little cunt who comes begging for an ass kicking.”

Jasmine dragged Sedna back up. It felt like she’d cum and been hit so hard that she had forgotten how to stand. She leaned her bulky weight on Jasmine who gladly supported her, letting her big sore breasts lay on top of the shorter mouse’s firmer pecs. Sedna was still panting for air when Jasmine steered her head by the hair and made Sedna look her in the eyes before pulling her into a shockingly deep kiss. Even her mousey tongue felt stronger than Sedna’s at that point as it bullied its way around her mouth. Sedna could only huff down air through her nose as her commanding lips sealed around her mouth.

Jasmine’s cruel, low laugh poured right into her victim’s mouth. Sedna’s weakened moans were drowned out, even when the mouse point blank slugged her in the stomach. Sedna huffed out a wet, choked cough that launched her breath and spit into her dominant opponent’s mouth. The punches kept coming, pounding her normally tough belly until it was reduced to bruised mush. Sedna couldn’t fall or pull away with Jasmine holding her by the neck to keep her trapped in the kiss.

When Jasmine removed her mouth from hers, Sedna couldn’t even think straight. Her mouth gawked open, leaving a string of drool dangling between their lips like a memento of her humiliation.

“Dirty little loser,” Jasmine scoffed, grabbing Sedna by the back of her neck and sweat-soaked hair.

The mouse cocked back a fist, steadying it level with the stunned seal’s face. Jasmine’s muscles bulged for a moment, thickly enough that it gave Sedna a split second to dread the incoming punch. It hit her like a speeding bullet dead in the snout, sending a mind-numbing jolt through her head. Her limply slouching body barely budged in Jasmine’s tight grip, forced to soak up the beating. She could usually take a few hard hits and keep on fighting, but she was already getting thrashed and a hard straight from Jasmine wasn’t something the amateur could shrug off.

Especially when they kept coming. Jasmine didn’t stop, pumping her arm in the painfully rhythmic pattern. Her gloved fist flew from her shoulder to Sedna’s face over and over, drumming out a beat against the seal’s skull. Countless punches pelted her until her eyes rolled aimlessly, completely robbed of any chance to focus.

Jasmine finally let go of her head. Before Sedna could fall over, the muscular mouse snapped a short and swift uppercut that slid between Sedna’s breasts. It thudded squarely under her chin, snapping her open mouth shut in another splash of sweat and spit. The short powerhouse knocked her over backwards, making her fall precisely on the top rope. Sedna’s dense weight pushed down on the ropes, drawing their covered cables taught before they bounced her back up like an arrival out of a bow.

Jasmine had clearly expected as much. She stood in place, feet firmly planted with one fist on her hip and the other held straight out. The rebounding Sedna ran face-first into the glove with a sloppy grunt, jerking back and falling into the ropes once again. Jasmine snickered at her expense as her plan went off perfectly, trapping Sedna in a constant loop of bouncing herself back and forth into her fist. Jasmine was managing to beat the shit out of her without even moving.

“I knew you’d suck, but I thought your blubber butt would at least make me have to try!” Jasmine laughed at the witless woman.

Sedna just sputtered weakly. Jasmine subtly adjusted her wrist so it hit the seal at a fresh angle. It sent her spiraling down to the mats, landing in a sorry heap on her aching tits and belly. The sore mounds oozed out from her sodes under the reshaping pressure.

“God, just look at you. You’re no fighter. Just the latest nasty stain on my ring.”

Sedna was too dazed to even fully register her words. Jasmine stepped Sedna’s back, grinding her sole against the downed boxer.

“Just gonna give up already? Cuz I’m not done with you. Look at me. I’m not even breaking a sweat!”

Sedna couldn’t even try to get up. She was pounded into a stupor and she had no doubt she was down for the count (if she was awake enough to count anyway). She definitely couldn’t stand back up with Jasmine stomping on her back. She slumped to the mats, groaning and submitting to the overwhelming pain both fresh and old.

Jasmine stepped over the bulky seal like a doormat, leaving the ring to hit the bell waiting outside. After the first few minutes, Sedna was unsurprised that the match ended with her laid out and powerless. What surprised her was when Jasmine reached under the ropes and pulled hard on her hair, dragging her ruthlessly out of the ring. Sedna barely had the strength to catch herself on all fours as she came crashing to the cold floor.

“You think I’m done with you just because the bell rang? What if I’m not done hearin’ you scream?”

Jasmine shot a low kick into the side of Sedna’s breast. It knocked what little air she had out of her before the mouse took off her own gloves and grabbed Sedna by the arm. She dragged the coughing seal behind her like a bag of garbage, taking her through another door attached to the gym. She marched into the locker room and threw Sedna into one of the benches. The heavy rookie flopped into a sitting position, only able to even stay in that position with her back supported by the seat. She sat with her legs spread wide, barely moving in a failing effort to lift herself up. Jasmine followed her over, dragging a stool in front of her exhausted opponent.

“I know what’ll keep you from squirming on me. I hear this is popular with the real bitches in the pros.”

She took one of Sedna’s legs and lifted it up into her lap. The thick leg was left resting on her thigh fully extended. Jasmine held her boot in place and wound up with her other fist, driving it deep into Sedna’s inner thigh with a bareknuckle punch. The sealgirl jerked and screamed as the shorter woman precisely pounded her exhausted leg muscle, sending blinding pain all through her leg. She kept more punches coming, punishing the captive limb even further. The agony throbbed through her thigh and into Sedna’s groin as she screamed herself to tears. She could barely lift her muscled but heavy limbs let alone stop Jasmine from beating her leg into absolutely useless numbness.

“Owwww~! Stop~!” Sedna wailed as she suffered what felt like the world’s worst charlie horse ripping through her limb.

“Stop? I’m just getting started. Gotta tenderize the new meat,” her tormentor laughed.

She threw Sedna’s leg aside, leaving her thighs splayed out  again. Every movement of the limb made the seal’s muscles burn, leaving it effectively crippled even worse than it was before. Jasmine lifted her other leg up and suspended it between them before doing the same, obliterating her inner thigh. Sedna shuddered and howled herself hoarse from the rapid leg shots. Her many curves jiggled from the penetrating punches until both legs were rendered useless. She pawed with her still gloved hands at Jasmine’s beefy arms, pleading for her to stop. Jasmine just gave her another harsh hook to her already bruised up face.

“Oh quit your whining. In fact, gimme that.”

She grabbed Sedna by the twist of one of her protesting arms and pulled it closer. She stretched it out, tensing the thick muscles. Sedna shook her head, eyes wide and watering.

“Wait! No!” she gasped.

Jasmine ignored her and drove her knuckles into the soft inside of her bicep. Sedna screamed again as the shorter retired fighter continued taking her apart with the painfully surgical punches. They made the rest of her body twitch in pain, but that in turn made her damaged legs tense. Their pain blossomed anew as both thigh muscles burned in agony. Jasmine let go of her other arm and went at it as well, busting up all around her bicep before snapping a deep hook into the side of her boob. The shocking clap of her tits made the heavy rookie jolt again, wailing out miserably as her every muscle seemed to scream along with her. It all concentrated around her lower belly, making her overwhelmed pussy soak through her trunks. Her throbbing thigh muscles pulsed so that her ragdolling body slumped back, tongue falling out of her mouth as she orgasmed through Jasmine’s torturous attacks. Her cum stained through her trunks even further and trickled down over her seat.

Sedna felt completely obliterated. Jasmine spat on her face and the broken down rookie didn’t even react as it fell into her mouth. In all her dizzying pain and arousal, it felt like the last thing on her mind right now.

“How’s that, huh? Feel like you’re in the big leagues now, bitch?” Jasmine jeered cruelly.

Sedna could only choke down some heaving breaths. Even her breasts hurt to move, which they did every time she breathed. The muscle mouse slapped them ruthlessly, hard enough that the listless seal fell over to one side. She flopped onto the bench like it was a bed, finding the cool, hard plastic strangely soothing. Sedna winced as Jasmine lifted up her legs again, though this time to slide her trunks down off her body. Sedna groaned as she was left completely naked beside her boxing gloves. Jasmine grinned at her with her large front teeth at the forefront.

“Can’t move, can’t fight… how’s it feel, rookie? Taking on the washed up runt of the big leagues and ending up just a weak walking target?”

She sat between Sedna’s legs, making her intentions clear. She mounted the exhausted seal’s knee over one shoulder and the other on the back of the bench, leaving her pussy spread wide open for her. She spiked a punch down on Sedna’s pussy, aiming right for her swollen and overused clit. Sedna let out a long and awful wail as arousal rushed through her almost as strongly as blinding pain. Left then right then left again, her bare firsts beat one after the other, hitting with the power and pinpoint accuracy that confirmed her once professional status. Knuckles repeatedly connected with the base of her clit, accompanied by a wet splat as she splashed into Sedna’s cum-soaked pussy. She blurted out gagging gasps, moans immediately choking on a following scream. Her eyes and pussy watered. Her muscles were too drained to resist but couldn’t stop shaking. That flooded her with more eroticized pain, making her aching back arch and thrust out her front half as if she craved even more beatings. Her gushing paingasms came out as forced and throbbing, making her nearly pass out as her entire brain focused on her clit that throbbed like it was filling up her entire pussy. Jasmine started to grind her knuckles inside her, forcing her fist deeper and harder like she was grinding her poor rosebud to a pulp. Sedna’s eyes rolled back in her head, her senses all shut down except for the surges of agonized orgasms that seemed all that anchored her to consciousness. It was impossible to count how many times she came before Jasmine’s cruel taunting became an incomprehensible cloud of cruel and increasingly arousing noise. In a blind cloud of overwhelming sensations, Sedna finally blacked out into a murky restless sleep.

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When Sedna awoke, absolutely everything hurt. She groaned and found herself barely able to shift her weight around, which was more than she could say for herself earlier. She coughed out a breath, which made everything from her neck to her waist ache. Her ribs were sore and as her bruised up breasts wobbled, they had neve felt heavier than right now. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was laying in a bed, wearing a bathrobe and with her gloves removed in her sleep. A glance at a nearby digital clock showed her she’d been out for hours, well into the following morning from when she’d had her match. Some ice packs were tucked in against a few of her more bruised up and swollen spots.

“Finally,” Jasmine noted.

Sedna jumped at the sound of her voice, but the muscular mouse had gotten dressed in a casual muscle shirt and shorts. She checked a few of the ice packs before starting to pick them up. Sedna’s hot, blubbery body quickly started to miss them while realizing they were why she’d cooled down at all. At least Jasmine wasn’t trying to hurt her any further. The mouse rubbed a few spots on her, making Sedna wince as the sore muscles were massaged.

“That’s good. Looks like nothing’s broken. Let’s get you going now that you’re up.”

Sedna groaned and nodded. She could barely think straight anyway, and the sadistic session boxer seemed to know what she was doing. She slung an arm under the bigger seal’s and helped her to her feet. Sedna did her best to help her, but the incredible firmness of Jasmine’s grip assured her that she didn’t need the help to heft her around. The mouse lugged the seal into the next room, a tiled area with humid air as a steaming hot tub was embedded into the middle. Jasmine pulled the robe off Sedna before shoving her into the water.

Sedna dunked under the water for a second or two before she popped back up. She gave a shocked gasp for air as she grabbed onto the edge of the hot tub, leaning up against it and starting to pant. The heat shocked her awake while tingling her aching muscles, slowly starting to drain the aches and pains away. She groaned and slumped back against the edge of the pool, letting most of her body sink back into the soothing waters. She didn’t even notice Jasmine stripping and following her in until she splashed down nearby. She slung an arm over Sedna’s shoulders, squeezing her a big too tightly as her impressive biceps bulged around her.

“So? How’s that pro career looking now, rookie?” Jasmine asked with a smirk.

“Oh man… I had no idea,” Sedna sighed as she sagged into the waters.

Jasmine had seen it all before. Wannabes who thought they had what it took getting scared back out of competing by her beatings. She knew a crushed spirit when she saw one, and she knew how to bring it out of…

“I can’t wait to get as strong as you! I knew I had a long way to go but it helps so much to have that clear of a goal now! It was all this really vague dream of mine and getting beaten by a real professional titboxer… it’s like a dream come true! And wow. Just WOW! I haven’t cum that many times in a day since they had that ladies boxing marathon on FSN! I can’t wait until I can feel my legs again to get back to training now that I know what I’m up against. Thank you SO much!”

Jasmine stared, her jaw dropping open. The seal was STILL excited? She’d seemed like a bit of an airhead when she met her, but she had put her through more than she had some of her most masochistic victims. She wasn’t completely kidding when she’d teased her about being the perfect punching bag. The comment about her size had let her go all out on her, and she still found the whole thing fun! She supposed Sedna really could take a punch… and if she could endure this kind of insane punishment and still bounce back for more, maybe she had a stronger stomach for the big time than Jasmine had herself.

“Well, you did really surprise me with some of those hits early on,” Jasmine admitted, bumping a firm shoulder into one of Sedna’s tender tits.

“Course, if you’d been watchin’ for that sucker punch, I would’ve had to work a lot harder to cut you down to size. You can’t count on that reach to help you all the time. And if you watch…”

Sedna was sniffing dried blood from her nose and soaking in a pool that was rapidly whisking the tons of sweat and cum from her fur. Even then, she smiled and listened intently as Jasmine spent the next several minutes lecturing her on her technique and teasing her about her weaknesses. It was informative, but also a little embarrassing. Sedna figured that made it easier to remember her advice.

Jasmine sighed at last, brushing her wet red hair back out of her face.

“Well I’m gonna go clean up in the shower. There’s one you can use right over here and I put your things over in the changing room there whenever you’re done. I keep some snacks and drinks in the cooler, so take whatever you want. Otherwise there’s a decent diner back in town. They know me there, so you can just drop my name if they ask about the bruises. Just let me know if you need anything else, newbie.”

Sedna nodded quietly. “Yea. Thanks. I will.”

Jasmine got up and left her to her own devices. Sedna soaked quietly in the steaming hot bath, her muscles tensing as they started to relax and release their built up pressure. She found herself recounting where each little throb had originated. The punches and stomps and getting thrown into walls or turnbuckles…

Sedna quietly confirmed she was alone before she brought a hand up to her breast. The other dipped between her legs, gently starting to tease her pussy lips. She had gotten herself excited by remembering the intense but sexy punishment she’d been put through. It was the kind of scene she’d masturbate to whenever she watched fights online. The full body hurt felt like the mark of a pro. A reward for all her efforts. It wasn’t that she liked being hurt, but it all reminded her that she was living her own wet dream. Her soft breaths grew higher and heavier until she pinched her nipple. The aching tip of her battered tit sent that increasingly familiar mix of pain and arousal through her entire body, making her gasp and cum into the water. It mixed with the rest of her bodily fluids as she moaned and slumped into the cleansing soup of her own juices.

“I’m so fucking lucky,” she muttered to herself.

Her cum-clouded brain was already racing, dreaming up new techniques and future training that would keep carrying her towards her true goal of reaching the pros.