Natalie Nemesis 2: vs Finny Finale (patron reward) (Patreon)

More from Natalie Nemesis as a patreon reward. The beatemup goon takes on her boss’ daughter for some training and finds the little dork is a lot more dangerous than she looks. Most of the names were created by Crystal/ @SpectralSluggin, but I was pretty pleased with coming up with Finny’s name to sound like the French fini. All a joke on Frida used to be a final boss of their weird little game world before she retired.

Natalie Nemesis spent most of her waking hours at the gym. Considering the streets were sometimes full of roaming thugs and wannabe heroes, it made sense to her to chill out there instead. The regular at the Level One Gym went at the heavy bag, dressed in her usual mix of green gloves, trunks and top. She had long since vented her frustrations from losing to the Golden Girl the last time she had a fight. She was back to her needlessly confident self, itching for another chance to show off her base-level skills. Her puffy black pigtails bounced around behind her, her huffing breaths coming out with a faint whistle blowing between the gap in her teeth.

“Natalie! Just the sweet palooka I was looking for,” Frida Finale cheerfully announced herself.

The gym’s owner and best trainer approached her with her usual welcoming smile. She genuinely loved having Natalie aroth und. She was a loyal customer, she was easy to train with her talent for the basics, and the goon of a gal was the perfect opponent for whenever she had a new face in town learning how to box.

“Hey, coach. Whatcha need?” Natalie asked as she let up on the defenseless bag.

The blonde older woman approached the gloved up goon, dressed for business rather than a fight. Her days as a boss were over with, but she loved overseeing the up and comers in the fighting game.

“I’ve got a new girl I’m looking to set up with her first fight, and my favorite little minion came to mind. What do you say you two meet up between the ropes and you show her the ropes?” Frida flattered.

Natalie cracked a gap-toothed smirk.

“No problem. Who’s the next loser you got for me?”

She rolled her shoulders and thumped her gloves together, ready to shake off her not-so recent losing streak.

“My daughter!” Frida replied cheerily.

Natalie’s smile drooped a bit, but the blonde boss didn’t waver.

“My girl Finny’s been doing a lot of reading about boxing lately, and she’s at that age where she’s looking to defeat her mother, the little darling. So what better way to start than learning to throw hands with you?”

Natalie nodded. It made sense to her.

“Alright. So where’s the next big boss in the makin’?”

“Oh, she’s all ready to go. Finny! You still back there?”

Her daughter came out from the locker room, suited up for a fight herself. She smiled awkwardly, waving a pink-gloved hand at Natalie.

“H-hey. Nice to meet ya, Nat.”

Finny was a skinny little thing, her hair a brighter, fresher blonde than her mother’s. It was a huge, untamed pompom of hair that framed her face. While Frida wore her slim reading glasses, Finny had a large, round pair of spectacles that emphasized her dorky appearance, and she wore gear of pink and white. She was wearing a padded piece of boxing headgear, something that immediately made Natalie need to stifle a snicker. Protection in boxing was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard… which might explain her IQ.

“So you’re the latest newbie, huh?” Natalie scoffed.

She stepped up to Finny, sizing her up. The blonde boxer in training was a little shorter than Natalie, but she had a stooped, awkward posture that made her look even smaller. She didn’t even have the muscle that Natalie had, and certainly not the bust. It fanned the flames of the goon’s unnecessary confidence, moving close enough that she bumped her boobs into Finny’s chest. The skinny nerd boxer stumbled back a step from the chest bump.

“Uh, I guess so… so I’m gonna be the one to kick your butt,” the scrawny blonde declared in a soft, squeaky tone despite her confidence.

“Yea. You sure can try,” Natalie scoffed.

She rolled her eyes and left her to head to the ring. She shoved them apart and stepped through, gesturing invitingly at the challenger.

“If you think you got what it takes, come and get it. I’m not gonna go easy on ya just cuz you’re new meat.”

Finny nodded rapidly, enough that she had to adjust her glasses with her boxing gloves. She clambered into the ring, getting tangled up between the ropes along the way. Natalie snickered and lounged in her corner, looking forward to the rare and easy victory.

The bell sounded as both girls shifted into ready stances. Nat had her usual dukes up, but Finny snapped into a stance so precise that the brunette imagined she could use it as a ruler. She clearly picked up her moves from a book rather than punching each other in the face a bunch. Nat snorted and stepped out, knocking her gloves into Finny’s as a casual challenge.

“Let’s go, twerp. I got real fighters to take-”

There was a snap of motion as Finny clocked her in the face. The brunette reeled with a dumbstruck look on her face. It hadn’t hurt so much as it shocked her to realize she’d even been hit when she could barely see the glove in the first place. Finny was immediately ducking and dodging in place, her upper body jerking around in her speedy defense.

“Ow! Watch where you swing that thing,” Natalie griped as she rubbed her faintly stinging nose.

“I did. That’s the point of the sport, right?” the blonde chirped skittishly.

Nat growled and threw a heavy swing at the rookie, but Finny was nowhere close to where the punch ended up. She dipped out of the way and fired off some rapid shots into Natalie’s ribs, getting some vibrating grunts from the goon as she wailed on her like a high-speed massage. The skinny blonde didn’t hit hard, really, but she really hit fast.

“UGH! C’mon! Sit still! It’s like fightin’ that squirrel that drops healin’ items in the park!” Natalie complained as she turned to face her again.

She threw out both hands to catch Finny by the shoulders. She had nowhere to run to now… which also left Natalie wide open for a fighter as quick-thinking and keen-eyed as the little blonde. She ignored the attempted clinch and threw a great, sweeping blow deep into Natalie’s guts. It plowed in right through her abs and the brunette brute felt like the impact blew out through her back. Her eyes and mouth flew wide open as she doubled over. She found herself slumping against Finny, using her for support rather than truly clinching with her. Finny took a moment to realize how big an effect that had on her, the nervous girl beaming as she adjusted her glasses. Confidence clearly flowed into the skinny boxing nerd.

“I appreciate the opening. Your sloppy form was a great experience for me to try out techniques,” Finny praised her like it was an intentional opening.

“I… I did what…?” Natalie wheezed, actively trying her best to beat up the dorky newbie.

Finny didn’t seem to hear her as she shot another hook into her ribs. Natalie grunted as she jerked sharply to one side, bending over reflexively just for the blonde’s other glove to catch her on the other half. She winced and hissed through her teeth as Finny found her rhythm and was battering her ribs until she suddenly shifted to a huge, sweeping uppercut to the face. Natalie grunted as even with her dubious strength, the built up speed clocked her hard enough that her aching sides couldn’t keep her steady. She went staggering drunkenly into the ropes, taking clumsy, loping steps until she slumped over them. She panted, dripping drool and sweat outside the ring.

“I… ugh… just a sec…” she grunted, taking a few seconds before she could boost herself back upright.

When she turned herself back around, the overly eager blonde was right on top of her. Natalie blinked in surprise, but by then Finny had already bonked her on both sides of the head. The brunette goon’s eyes rolled as she had her ears boxed, making her see stars. She slumped backward completely, arms draping on the ropes like a scarecrow.

“You really do leave your weak spots open. Even a light hit can do the job when it’s in the right place. It’s easy to attack the center of balance,” Finny explained herself like she was quoting some Youtube tutorial.

To prove her point, she started swinging another efficient barrage of lefts and rights. This time she targeted Nemesis’ boobs, knocking her jugs around like a pair of bouncy punching bags. Natalie huffed with every hit, and even when she brought an arm up to her chest to try and protect and steady them, there was no stopping the committed blonde. She really was right about messing with her balance, and Natalie’s rack was not an insignificant amount of her bodyweight. They wobbled back and forth, slapped around by Finny’s punches until they were rapidly clapping into each other painfully.

“Would you look at that~?” Frida cooed from outside the ring.

“My baby girl is beating around her first pair of boobs. I’m so proud! I’m getting a picture…”

Frida remained entirely unconcerned for Natalie, even when Finny ducked down and shot back up. Another stiff uppercut to the chin sent the brunette popping upward, her feet leaving the mat and flopping back flat on her face. She groaned as a pool of drool spread out beneath her, soaking the mat as she planted her gloves to brace herself.

“I’m good...” she croaked out dizzily.

“Just restin’…”

The timer was already counting down, and she hadn’t even landed a punch on the new kid. She managed to drag herself back up to her boots by 8, but it took a lot out of her. She was already panting and her muscled arms were hanging low. Her hair was messier than ever and even her outfit sported a few scrapes and tears from the force of Finny’s speedy punches.

“So you’re ready to go, right? We can keep fighting?” Finny asked eagerly.

“Huh? Oh, yea. I’m good,” Natalie stupidly bluffed.

“Great!”

With a burst of speed and surgical precision, the new blonde girl crossed the ring with a low, hard straight. Her pink glove nailed Natalie right in the groin, making her thick legs cross and choking on a pained gurgle. Her gloves went down to cup her pulsing pussy as she crumbled forward. She made no effort to catch herself in her paralyzed pain, but it landed her face right against Finny’s chest. It was extra embarrassing how much smaller her boobs were than Natalie’s, but she was surprisingly strong to hold her up like that. Finny blushed, glancing around as adjusted her glasses. She coughed awkwardly, but she shuffled her gloves around enough to grope at Natalie’s plumper boobs. The flexible gloves let her get a few shameless feel ups on Nat while she was completely winded.

“Sorry. I knew you worked on street rules in here, so I thought you’d be more ready for that,” the blonde jabbered, her eyes darting between the spotlights and Natalie’s stunned body.

“Don’t get too distracted now, sweetie! You can always play with her later if you want,” Frida called out to her.

“I-I’m not playing!” Finny gasped, blushing even harder.

She sent a deep hook into Natalie’s guts to prove her point. The brunette huffed and doubled over again, spraying sweat and spit from her own reddened face. Finny gave her a firm shove, sending the goon staggering back. Her eyes fluttered as she barely stayed standing in the middle of her ring, one arm hanging loose while the other glove rubbed around her groin and stomach (unsure which one hurt more). Finny’s eyes lit up, scanning her abundance of openings and weak spots like she was consulting a whole computer’s worth of boxing data.

“I thiiiink this one!” she decided at last.

With a flash of determination and confidence that weren’t there when she’d started, Finny rushed in and threw a punch so fast and fierce that the wind whipped up around it. She sent a huge, low hook into the underside of Natalie’s right boob, hitting it hard and digging the glove in deep. The goon gave a long, dramatic grunt as it seemed to drill into her, grinding in place as it spiraled rapidly. Her punch was relentless, even forcing Natalie’s plump boob to burst out of her top. The fabric tore away, flying in all directions as her pale tit flew straight up. It crashed into her cheek, sending spit flying as she was clobbered by her own boob. Her eyes rolled in different spiraling directions as she went rocketing across the ring, bounced off a ringpost, and flew into two more like a human pinball machine as Finny’s carefully applied knowledge of physics shot her around the ring before crashing flat on her back. Natalie barely even gurgled as she twitched on the mats, staring at the spotlights and drooling on her exposed boob while making no move to the back up.

“Looks like we have a winner! And she’s the cutest little chip off the block of a winner~!” Frida gushed over her triumphant daughter.

Finny was a bit sweaty, but she beamed proudly. She gave a delighted hoot, jumping up and down a bit and raising her gloves over her head. She planted one of her boots on Natalie’s abs, rubbing in how useless her muscles had been against the power of her scientifically researched punches.

“Yea! That’s right! And I’m coming for you next, mom!” Finny announced.

She leaned over the ropes, pointing at her mother while lexing one of her scrawny arms. Frida giggled and stepped up to the ring before swinging a lazy backhand slap. It caught Finny on the cheek, but even the gentle swipe was enough to send the blonde nerd flying. Her glasses went soaring into the air as she spun around several times, finally crashing down to the mats. She landed with her dazed face stuck between Natalie’s legs, her ass up in the air in a humiliating pose with one hit.

“I appreciate the confidence, sweetie, but you’ve got a long way to go. Especially when it comes to building up that scrawny HP of yours. But a strong start to overthrowing mommy someday.”

Frida gave a light tug at her jacket, subtly adjusting her hefty boobs and subtle, mature muscles under her formal attire while everyone else in the room was unconscious. She strolled off to take care of some paperwork, deciding to leave two of her favorite fighters to figure out how they got in the embarrassing position once one of them woke up.