Wrestling Heaven/Boxing Hell (Patreon)

I forget which came first, but realizing that Wrestle Heaven could be the same story as Boxing Hell really sealed the deal on this one. A split story of both getting punched by femdoming demons and sexy wrestled by angels. 

I think I had some loose notion of referencing the Bible story about that time one guy wrestled an angel so hard it gave up and gave him a blessing, and using that to imply God and angels love wrestling and that boxing is anti-wrestling somehow. I didn't push it too hard, and even address "Wait, that makes no sense" by the end of it. Loose idea to write more of it in the future with different demons and angels, maybe different human souls. Maybe dip into MMA purgatoryyyy?

The world of the afterlife was far too morally complex to break down into a single book. However, one solid truth had managed to slip into humanity’s knowledge, even if it was delivered by accident and often overlooked. The fact remained that God smiled upon those fascinated with wrestling and saw boxing as an affront to this. Thus there were the eternal, specific cases of Wrestling Heaven and Boxing Hell.

Alan found himself consumed by light. There was a momentary discomfort as he manifested his new body; one that was younger and still in his prime. His hair was short but thick and back to its full dark blonde color. He had a light tan to his youthfully muscular body, and strangest of all, he was in a tight pair of shorts patterned with blue and white.

Once he’d adjusted to his own body, he took in his surroundings. Everything was perfectly lit by an unclear source, as if everything had a gentle glow to it. He was standing in what appeared to be a wrestling ring built upon a sea of clouds and sunlight. Across the ring, there stood a tall and statuesque beauty of a woman. Her skin was pristine and perfectly pale with large wings of pale gold-colored feathers. Her eyes were nothing but pools of bright blue light, giving her a permanently patient (if slightly vacant) stare. She wore a pure white leotard, high cut around her thighs and with a deep, broad v going down between her watermelon-sized breasts. Golden blonde hair grew down to her thighs, a few shades paler than her wings.

“Blessed greetings, good soul,” the obvious angel greeted.

“I am Xeraphina, and it is my honor to welcome you to Wrestle Heaven, your eternal reward for your passion towards wrestling in your mortal life.”

Alan froze and blinked in confusion.

“Wait… Wrestle Heaven? Because I had a fet… genuine interest in the sport?”

The radiant and busty angel nodded.

“Of course. God has long-since shown His love for those who wrestle, and so it is that His law grants them this unique reward. To do holy battle with his holy warriors.”

Alan wasn’t much of a fighter himself, but the idea of rolling around with the curvaceous humanoid forever certainly sounded like his kind of afterlife.

“Wow… that’s incredible. So everyone who’s interested in fighting is brought to a place like this?”

Xeraphina frowned at him.

“No. I merely said wrestling,” she answered stiffly.

“We do not condone random acts of violence outside the sport. Specifically wrestling. And for those who pursued the mocking desecration that is boxing, a perverse parody of gloves and rounds… there is a special fate that awaits them…”

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Talia snapped back into consciousness. She had the blurriest instant of a memory of an ice cream truck spontaneously exploding, and then suddenly she was here… standing in the corner of a ring wearing some dark blue boxing gloves and sports top, charcoal gray trunks, and boots. She was a tall, lanky girl with some plump boobs, in the middle of college when she had been alive, with pale skin and a bunch of black, messy hair that was kept in a ponytail. Talia looked over her outfit and the ring of all red mats and black ropes and turnbuckles before a geyser of fire erupted from the other corner. When it died back down, a red-skinned demoness stood in its place.

“WELCOME, MORTAL, TO BOXING HELL!” the figure cackled.

She was a few inches shorter than Talia and built a bit thicker, lean with some clear muscle like she was some kind of nimble species of predator. She wore black trunks and gloves that had red stripes cutting through one side of each like stylish battle damage. She had a mass of dark blue hair framing her head, and a pair of straight, back-curling horns growing from the top of her head. She adjusted her sports-bra with her gloved hands, bouncing some perky C-cups around as a spade-tipped tail a few feet long whipped excitedly behind her. She flashed a wide and hungry smile at Talia that was full of sharkish fangs.

“I’m sorry? I’m in what?”

“Boxing Hell! Don’t they teach you humans shit up there in church? For defiling God’s weird obsession with wrestling and pursuing the blasphemy that is boxing, you’ll be forced to box against countless demons for all eternity! MWAHAHA!”

“Pursuing?’ I did like one spar with an ex-boyfriend at the gym,” Talia pointed out in confusion.

“STILL COUNTS!” the manic little imp laughed maniacally.

“I am Sadie Dism, and I will be the first of your tormenters! We do this Hell style, so there’s no ref, no rules. I get to beat the crap out of you for as long as I want, cuz you’re here forever. You can’t even die again, so I’m gonna make this shit laaaaast, loser!”

Sadie hopped on her booted feet, jabbing at the air towards Talia. The recently deceased human blushed as all the strange afterlife talk started to sink in. Plus, that time with her ex really did awaken a bit of a boxing fetish in her… not that she’d tell the demon in case she changed her mind, but she had gotten to the point of buying a pair of gloves she kept in her dorm just to get off to the smell of the leather and get a little kinky with her more involved masturbation sessions.

“Oh! Uh… wow, that sounds… really super horrible,” Talia bluffed awkwardly, even as she blushed from all the trash talk and arousing gear.

“That’s the spirit! Prepare to suffer, ya overgrown waste of a soul!”

Sadie kissed raised one arm, flexing and kissing her bicep before the sound of an ominously echoing bell. The devilish boxer immediately went charging in.

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A distant gonging noise rang out as Xeraphina bowed to Alan.

“Our match begins. I hope you will find it a pleasant one.”

She took a step with all the grace of a runway model, folding her wings neatly to fit behind her back. With a sudden aura of light, she shot across the ring at an impossible speed. The busty angel threw out one arm and clotheslined Al in the chest. Even with his buffer body, the angelic wrestler hit like a truck! He went flipping head over heels, falling flat on his back with Xeraphina trotting to a stop over him. She leap up, spreading her wings for an extra moment of hangtime before she came crashing down with a body splash. Her curvaceous body hit hard her airbag tits barely cushioning their impact as they bounced to a stop, burying his face beneath their heavenly girth. Even her cleavage smelled of flowers and honey, but not without a tempting smell of her own mysterious musk.

“On your back already? I do hope you are still enjoying the experience,” Xeraphina purred.

She slinked her smooth, strong arms around the back of Alan’s neck, squeezing and pulling his head up between her breasts. The angelic wrestler rose to her knees, then stood all while dragging his head stuck in her cleavage. Al flailed and pushed a bit, but he was too stunned and too unsure if he wanted to leave or not. Xeraphina slid her arms lower, embracing Alan before suddenly lifting him off his feet. The tall woman squeezed him in a bearhug, her pillowy breasts squashing fully around him on either side of his head. Alan moaned and found himself leaning deeper into her clutches.

“You see, little mortal? My bearhug is so powerful that few ever even TRY to escape it,” Xeraphina explained proudly.

Alan doubted it had anything to do with her power as she shook him in place, making her tits sway and gently motorboat against his face and his crotch rub against her thigh.

“Now do you yield?”

Alan shook his head, which coincidentally let him nuzzle against her gorgeous rack. Xeraphina chuckled, making her boobs bounce fluidly.

“So be it. Then I shall show you infinite pleasures and pains to break your holy spirit.”

Xeraphina looped a leg behind Alan’s, shoving the muscular man over backward. He tripped on her long legs as he thudded to the mats, but she was ready to quickly catch him by his boots. She pulled his legs up towards her, grabbing him around the waist again. This time it dangled him upside down, positioning him so that his head was left dangling between her legs. Xeraphina  chuckled confidently, her warm, sweet breath blowing over Alan’s bulge.

“Poor mortals. Even after death, you are forever tempted by your urges. At last, you can freely satisfy them.”

Xeraphina didn’t explain herself, preferring to show him instead. She grabbed at the waist of his shorts, pulling them up on his upside down hips until his full, hard cock sprang out. Alan gasped and instinctively squirmed, preparing himself for a fall. Xeraphina held on tight and kept him steady, angling his cock until it dipped down the top of her leotard. She gave Alan a quick bob up and down, rattling him while making his dick pump down and back up her cleavage. He moaned as she kept at it, rocking him up and down in an inverted titfucking without him having to move an inch.

“Oh my god,” Alan moaned as the powerful angel melted his mind with the sexual move.

“Indeed. The Lord’s blessings are truly great, are they not?” Xeraphina agreed.

Alan felt like she was missing the point but he didn’t care. He was lightheaded from all the wrestling and arousal as the strong woman tossed him around. She bobbed him in place, stabbing his dick down between her breasts rhythmically. She still managed to peel off and toss aside his shorts, shaking her shoulders to make her tits bounce. They clapped fleshily around his member, squeezing it lightly as they jiggled rapidly. Alan gripped her tensed thighs, steadying himself while letting her do as she pleased with his lower half. The radiant beauty leaned in, her hot breath lingering on the human’s crotch a moment before planting a firm kiss between his balls. Alan spasmed in place, moaning as that pushed him over the edge. He squirted his first heavenly orgasm down into her tits. Xeraphina’s bemused chuckle vibrated his sac, gently shaking out all the cum she could get out of him. His cock pulsed, gently pushing at the insides of her tits as he soaked her outfit.

Alan was still lightheaded when she suddenly dropped to her knees, spiking him down to finally finish her piledriver. Alan grunted as he shuddered again, rattled from the landing and crumbling out across the mats. Xeraphina rose up to her knees while he was laid flat, stunning by the combination of orgasm and wrestling move. The angel brushed at her chest, but seeing she wasn’t going to clean it up, she gave a dismissing gesture and her costume vanished completely. Her pearly skin and hairless groin exposed, she was left in nothing but her wings and boots as she reached down, taking Alan by the neck.

“Come now. Your eternal rest may have been slightly exaggerated,” she teased fondly.

Xeraphina got him up on shaky legs before she threw him into a corner, letting him stumble and crash into it back-first. Alan slid back down, sitting in the corner with his hardon still twitching and stiff.

“You mortals always tend to have the same weaknesses. Not that they aren’t fun to toy with…”

Xeraphina strutted after him, just to break into a sprint. She turned around and slammed her plump buttocks into his face, stinkfacing him into the corner. Alan moaned as he pawed at her ass cheeks, squeezing them encouragingly as she ground against him. Her bare booty massaged against his face, smothering him in the corner. The angel laughed melodically before she bent far over, spreading her legs and stretching herself with the agility of a high-end stripper. Her spread legs pushed her ass and pussy into Alan’s face while she lowered her head, her golden hair draping over his legs. She took his shaft into her mouth, lightly sucking up the mess she’d made with her soft lips and tempting tongue. Her warm mouth sucked and soaked his member like a revitalizing bath, bobbing her head as she shook her hips in his face. Alan could just make out her face between her legs and past her thick ass, watching it bob up and down as she folded her hands in a graceful mock-prayer gesture. Her naked tits bobbed along with her head to bump against his legs, and the sexual sight and feel of it was all too much for him to bear. Winning the match became insignificant as he slumped back into the corner, moaning into Xeraphina’s pussy as he shuddered and came again. Another mind blowing orgasm shot into her, sliding smoothly down her throat. The angel gulped noisily as she swallowed his seed, lightly tugging at his shaft with her tight throat and lips.

Alan melted down to the mats, feeling completely drained as he laid limp. Xeraphina turned to face him, laying full body on top of him. Her breasts squashed against his chest as she held his wrists down, her pussy grinding against his still firm dick.

“1. 2. 3. Too easy,” she purred, winking one of her gleaming eyes at him.

Alan was completely fine with the loss. He sighed and laid back as the gonging bell rang out again. Xeraphina stood back up, brushing her long hair back behind her shoulder and licking some of his cream from her lip.

“Welcome to Wrestle Heaven, son of Adam. I hope you enjoyed your match, because you will have more of the same for eternity. I’m sure I’ll see you again later, but for now, I’ll fetch your next opponent.”

Alan immediately felt revitalized. His physical and sexual stamina all came back to him as Xeraphina stepped out into the clouds, remaining naked as she vanished beneath their cottony surface. He stood back up, smiling as he decided this really must be Heaven to get treatment like this.

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Sadie went screaming at Talia, taking wild and rapid swings at her. The scrappy demon came at the human woman with a more ferocity than she needed to outdo the amateur, snapping off hard shots to her head. She was quickly rattled by the blows, stumbling in the middle of the ring where she was easy pickings for the boxing imp. Talia had no idea what she was doing while the demon clearly did, punching mouthfuls of spit out of the human and juggling her around the ring.

“Damn, you suck! The hell kinda trainer did you have up there anyway! You humies are always so fuckin’ weaksauce!”

Sadie rattled off derisive insults, calling out Talia’s weakness, bullying her, or otherwise just getting her hornier. The brunette put up a bit of a defense, not that she was any good at it. She hadn’t engaged in anything past a fetish so of course she didn’t actually know how to box, making it easy for the short sadist to tear her apart. In her new immortal form, the forming bruises even started to tingle in a pleasant way, knowing they wouldn’t actually last or do any serious damage.

“Oof! Oh… no more… please…”

Talia moaned her plea for mercy, just in case realizing that she liked it would make Sadie stop. She flashed a fanged grin and giggled.

“Please! I’m just gettin’ warmed up, new meat!”

Sadie sprinted towards her in a quick burst, slugging Talia in her stomach. The tall and skinny girl let out a huge huff, stumbling back into the ropes. She grabbed at them to steady herself, slumping back with all the balance of a drunken rollerblader. Her head was spinning in a pleasant haze of aches and pains as Sadie stuck to her like glue. She unleashed a storm of incoming gloves that pummeled Talia’s guts. She bounced lightly with each hit, the elastic ropes making her jiggle with each hit. Sadie finally drove one hard, deep glove into her stomach, grinding the rough leather into her navel. Talia gagged and doubled over, breathing heavily as she huffed down the instantly arousing smell of her opponent’s gear. Her breasts rested on Sadie’s intrusive arm, her hard nipples brushing oh-so excitedly against the strong red limb.

“Ohh poor baby. Didn’t know what you were getting into when you were blasphemous boxing, did ya?” Sadie cackled as she twisted her fist like she was noogying Talia’s abdomen.

“Well, life’s fulla surprises. So’s the afterlife, it turns out!”

Sadie gave a fancy little flourish with her free hand. Talia’s eyes went to it instinctively, just to see a third glove pop up at the edge of her vision. Sadie’s tail had somehow put on a boxing glove of its own, curling around her hip and slamming into Talia’s pussy. She let out a huge howl, breathless with pain and pleasure in a way that was exactly what she was hoping for. She let out a cracking squeal as she cupped her groin and dropped to her knees as the tail withdrew and shed its glove with a sweeping swish.

Talia would have fallen over but Sadie grabbed her by the hair despite her gloves. Talia’s back arched as her body tried to drop against her wishes. The imp snickered in her ear, cupping the human’s chin with her other glove.

“Not yet, darlin’! I’m gonna milk a lot more hurt outta you than that,” the scrappy demon threatened her.

“Yes, mommy,” Talia squeaked.

Sadie furrowed her brow at that.

“Wait a sec… are you LIKING this?!” she demanded.

“Uh… am I not supposed to?” Talia muttered.

She wriggled a bit so that Sadie’s grip on her hair tugged a little tighter. Sadie growled and glared at her.

“You sneaky little shit! I was just playin’ with you! Now I’m just gonna have to go harder on ya!”

“Yes please. OOF!”

Talia huffed as Sadie slammed her glove into the side of her breast. She jerked to one side from the blow to her bust and ribs, eyes and mouth going wide with the stinging delight. Sadie bashed a few more hooks into her sideboob, and when it was clear that Talia wasn’t fighting her way out of it she released her hair and started pounding her on both sides. The gloves thudded noisily into her sides and tits, knocking them around in her top. They were bumped around so rapidly and so warped out of shape by the demonic suckerpunches that her hard nips kept rubbing against the inside of her top. It was a mixed sensation (like just about everything she’d felt in Boxing Hell) when the gloves both smashed together like a brutal vice on either side of her chest. Talia gave a shrill cry as that crushed her tits together and popped them out of her top, the cooler air outside of her clothes making them tingle.

“So pathetic! I must have bashed you so hard you scrambled your brains and learned to like pain!” Sadie gloated.

She stepped in front of Talia as her listless body started to fall. She reached out with her tail again, catching the falling human’s chin on the thin but surprisingly strong appendage. Talia’s eyes fluttered as her sore and heavy tits dangled beneath her while Sadie landed a firm cross to her face.

“You dumb little pain slut! You stupid little punching bag! Did you have those fat tits when you were alive or did you get those just so I’d have an easier time punishing your stupid sinful ass?!”

She taunted and pummeled Talia while she was stuck in place, finding herself confused but loving it more and more. Sadie gave a flick of her tail, tossing Talia’s head up with ease before slamming a short and sudden uppercut to her chin. Talia’s head whipped up and back, spraying a small rainbow of spittle with her tits trailing right behind in the same arc. She flew over backward, landing flat on her back with a booming, dooming thud. She stared up at the stalactites overhead, hoping they wouldn’t shake loose or anything with how hard she’d hit the ring.

It never came up. Sadie stepped over her and with a few tugs of her gloves, the demon pulled down her trunks. It revealed her just wearing a tiny black thong underneath, with “Hellpuncher” tattooed in a fancy script on her inner thigh. She promptly sat herself down on Talia’s face like an entitled animal, planting her ass over her mouth. Talia gave a muffled moan of punchdrunk pleasure, her bare, sore and hard tits pointing straight up. Even being under Sadie’s ass felt good to her. It was warm and soft with a bit of muscle behind it, and smelled like a hometown barbecue.

“Since you like it so much, you puny humie, then have some of THIS!”

Sadie shot a glove straight down into Talia’s pussy. The human gave a sharp squeal, muffled by demon butt as her hips bucked upward in response. Sadie clearly didn’t seem to mind as she kept wailing on it, punching faster and harder with both hands. Talia’s unbreakable pelvis just took the beating, and she even spread her legs out further to give her better access to her groin. The imp went on ground and pounding her clit, grinning sadistically as Talia’s eyes just fluttered with pleasure. Her breathing grew heavier as the leathery fisting kept smacking into her snatch.

“Told you I ain’t done with you! This fight’s over when I say it’s over, you little shit! You’re mine now! And that means you’re gonna gave punched ta Hell an’ back and then BACK TO HELL AGAIN! MWAHAHAHA~!”

The offer was too wonderful to ignore. Talia gave a huge, guttural moan as her whole body shook. A direct hit to the clit through her trunks made her gush a warm, wet orgasm that soaked through her shorts. Her thighs crossed awkwardly as she trembled and formed a few small puddles on the mats between her sweat, drool and cum. Sadie gave a firm grind of her glove into Talia’s crotch, literally rubbing in her triumph.

“Wetting yourself in fear, huh!? Only natural! I AM the baddest boxing devil down in… HEY WAIT A SEC! Is that cum!? What the Here is wrong with you, you horny little nutjob!?”

The imp stood back up, clenching her fists tightly. It was tight enough that her boxing gloves burst into flames as she scowled bitterly down at Talia.

“S-sorry… we can keep going! I’ll be good,” Talia chirped sheepishly, blushing across her pale cheeks.

“Noooo,” Sadie groaned, slumping in a childishly dejected pose.

“You’re supposed to be suffering and begging and stuff. That’s the fun of it. You’re just too stupid for Boxing Hell… jerk.”

Sadie huffed and waved a hand. The dark bell rang again and Talie felt a refreshing burst of energy as her body temperature returned to normal. Even her bumps and bruises were cleaned up.

“Whatever. Match is over. I quit with you. The next demon will have to put up with your ass.”

“NEXT demon?” Talia asked, trying not to sound so hopeful.

“Yea. That’s how this all works. For the sin of boxing, you’re damned to box against the forces of Hell forever. That’s how it’s always been,” Sadie said like she was explaining why grass was green.

Talia paused and rubbed her chin.

“So… you punish us for boxing by letting us box more. Isn’t that kind of…?”

“I DON’T MAKE THE DAMN RULES!” Sadie shouted at her, clearly still flustered from the fight.

“It’s your punishment and you’ll hate it, y’hear?! Now shut up and be sad about it!”

Sadie wiped some of her opponent’s cum off on her thigh before she vanished in a puff of brimstone. Talia pursed her lips, trying to imagine any of this getting old or becoming unpleasant over centuries, or however long she was supposed to be here. Maybe eventually… but for now, she hurried back up to her feet and eagerly awaited whatever sexy monster was going to beat her up next.