Sedna Selkia's Titboxer In Training: First Steps (Patreon)

This one came out longer, partly because I decided to speed up Sedna’s progress a little by putting two fights into this one. Even if they’re both relatively short, they show her strong start in the league. I didn’t want her to do all that impressive training and then just be ground level in the minors. She took on mysterious ex-cons and soldiers, so she’s not just a casual fighter. Plus it puts her up in the actual rankings pretty quickly if she shows she can crush the bottom tier boxers.

I’d teased a few of these ladies in the roster post, but I loosely based the slug fighter Karina on this old Hellbridge art at a fan’s suggestion: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31456384. It’s a weird species, but we’ve known bugs and extinct creatures to pop up in HB’s art. This felt like the biggest leap for Sedna to take into the brave new world of the minor leagues. She’s fought tough opponents, but this is her first weird one. I made a point that she’s basically never met a reptile before from living in Alaska, so a slug is absolutely bizarre for her. Also, some oldheads in the wrestle fetish may recognize my logic in the Slugger fight from the old Wrestle Idol comics.

Sedna came back to her apartment aching but glowing with delight. She dropped off her gym bag and emptied her pockets before stripping out of her pants. She had done a lot of swimming and cold showers while forcing herself to work out until she was ready to pass out over the first few weeks, but she’d adapted decently to the heat of living on the mainland. She still enjoyed lounging around in her underwear in the comfort of her apartment at The Hook. She dropped into her desk chair and hastily logged into her computer to make sure Diance was online.

“Di! Guess what! I just had my first official fight!”

“Damn girl. You didn’t even let me guess. Did you get your ass beat?”

“Not that much.”

“Ok. cuz you sounded really happy.”

“Why would that mean I got beat up?”

“I dunno. Cuz you’re fuckin you. You’re a weirdass freak and I fuckin love that bout you.”

“I just like fighting more than I like winning, that’s all,” Sedna sent back, rolling her eyes. “Winning is just a nice bonus.”

“Ok. So how was it?”

“Fucking amazing.”

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Sedna’s first match was against Kelsea Carter. She was a low ranking fighter in the BBL; a lighter and leaner wolf woman, built for speed while still showing some absolutely shredded muscle and full, almost spherical tits. Her short, blondish brown fur clung to her toned figure like it was actively trying to make Sedna more conscious about her doughy belly.

Though that may have just been the nerves talking. Sedna wanted herself in peak condition for her official debut. The crowd was bigger than anything she’d seen in Alaska, and this was just the minor leagues . Still, hearing her name announced over the loudspeakers and the audience greeting the busty rookie with cheers made her heart race and feel like a proper boxer. She had Poison in her corner, the purple-haired rat distracting her from being too nervous by chattering idly about her own busy weeks. Sedna found herself beaming as soon as the crowd set eyes on her, flexing and lightly showing off her figure for them on the way to the ring. She saw her opponent as they got into the ring together; Sedna was a hair taller and much bulkier, but any fat on the she-wolf was in her tits. The rest swelled with muscle as she sneered as Sedna and loosened up in her corner.

Sedna took her time in the first round. She wanted to make a good impression with the audience, but she knew that would be hard as hell to pull off if she was knocked flat on her ass. She planned to size up Kelsea, read her moves a bit and try to pick apart the wolf when she started to slow down.

Sedna just had no idea how FAST that was all going to happen. Kelsea was not a patient fighter and came out very aggressively. She took hard and heavy swings at the chubby seal right out of the gate. They were blatant enough that Sedna was able to catch most of them with her forearms forming a barrier but one still ended up catching her in the cheek. She let out a short grunt as her guard faltered and Kelsea went all out on her. She seized the first opening she saw and unloaded hooks into Sedna’s tits and belly with the occasional swing at her head to keep her from lowering her gloves to protect herself.

“Too fast for ya, tubs?” Kelsea gloated as she maneuvered around Sedna to avoid one of her jabs.

“Nope,” Sedna grunted.

It was exactly what Sedna was hoping for as her other glove snuck around her and drove into her side. Kelsea huffed and tipped over the glove as it rearranged her ribs, hitting easily twice as hard as the worst the wolf had dished out to her. Her eyes widened and her maw gawked as Sedna delivered a hook to her jaw. Kelsea’s nauseous-looking face whipped in the other direction so hard that it almost looked like her head was going to end up turned all the way around. She only ended up staggering a few drunken steps and leaning an arm on the ropes while Sedna was left with plenty of time to regroup.

“You want a fuckin’ written invitation?! Get ‘er ass!” Poison barked from her corner.

Sedna kept her reservations like she was ready to pull back at any moment, but she shifted gears to go on the offensive. It was remarkably easy; Kelsea seemed to be all speed and not much else, so the heavy seal was able to plow right through her flimsy excuse of defenses. She had knocked the wolf’s gloves into her own face a few times when they’d tried to protect her big and tender tits from the Alaskan’s power blows. Kelsea threw the occasional counterstrike, but Sedna always saw them coming. She tried to throw all her power into a lot of her swings, so the chubby seal could tell when to dodge or tank the hits as she pleased. It was all Kelsea could do to get away from the ropes for a few seconds before an ab-crushing glove or a feint led her into an uppercut.

By the time the bell rang, the match was effectively over. The audience was roaring for the show of skill and power from the big gal as she kept Kelsea pinned against the ropes. Her muscular, tattooed forearm held the wolf’s chin back, bending her backward over the ropes as Sedna brought her other arm swinging in a harsh, rapid sweep into Kelsea’s underboobs. They were quickly shifting color as the mix of bruises and leaking breast milk replaced her dull colored fur. Sedna broke off as soon as the bell rang, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She couldn’t help but let out an excited hoot, grinning as she threw up her gloves for the fans. Her breasts and muscles bounced as she trotted back to her corner, thrilled at her debut so far. Kelsea, meanwhile, was taking a minute to figure out which way it was to her corner.

“Goddamn, girl! Ya coulda told me this chick had a glass jaw,” Poison scoffed as she helped oil up Sedna’s tits and towel off her face.

“Didn’t know!” Sedna laughed wearily, even as she smiled and leaned back on the ropes. She turned to face Kelsea, eyes wide with excitement.

“So? How am I doing? Think it’s going alright? I don’t look dumb out there, do I?”

Poison gave her a sour grimace and put a hand to the seal’s forehead.

“Either the heat’s still gettin’ to ya or Carter limpwrist hit you harder than I thought out there. You’re doin’ good, biggie.”

The ratgirl nodded back towards the ring. Sedna looked out from beyond her own corner and saw the evidence for herself. The fans were shouting and whistling, catching her name on their lips every so often. Kelsea was slumped back in her corner, arms draped over the ropes while her bobcat second did her best to ease her bruising and milking. Sedna glanced up at the scoreboard; the rules for titfighting scores were so complex and detailed that apparently few fighters kept track of how to gain points. The basics remained: hit them in the tits as much as possible, which led to them being such a prime score and weapon in a fight. Sedna had managed to rack up 122 points to Kelsea’s 31!

“Oh damn… I guess I’m not half bad, huh?” Sedna laughed.

“Don’t sell yourself short, babe. This chick’s been in the league for about a year. You took on that two-ton shark psycho and traded leather with the Polar Doll. You’re a big fish in a little pond. Now watch for her to get desperate and clean this bitch up.”

Kelsea got back up at the sound of the bell, clearly focusing up and trying to get the match back under control. She only got a few swings in before a triple combo, one to each tit and another to the nose brought her down to the mats. Sedna found herself jumping off her feet with glee, her lightly bruised tits and gut bouncing up and down with her.

“Oh shit! My first knockdown! Thank you so much!” she gushed at the stunned wolf.

Kelsea was disoriented, either not hearing Sedna’s enthusiastic outcry or too stunned to respond. She struggled to get her arms and legs under herself, giving the chubby seal an easy seven seconds to bounce on her toes and regroup a little. The wolf got back to her boots and got her gloves up, but she was clearly sweating and sporting some swelling around her cheek and eye. Sedna got into her own fighting stance, much more solid and stable than anything Kelsea had going on. She still couldn’t help but crack an excited smile as they got back to swinging.

Kelsea kept trying to draw out the fight with hit and run moves but like her namesake, Sedna kept coming at her slow and unstoppable. She’d tank a couple hits to advance on her and land a much harder blow on the slowing she-wolf, knocking her around the ring with her heavy strikes. She knocked Kelsea’s head around before a double uppercut to the tits sent her milk shooting upward like a streak of lactating fireworks. Kelsea’s eyes went wide and she stumbled again, falling into Sedna rather than risk hitting the mats again. She clinged with her, hugging around the gray seal’s big body. Her muscular arms sank into her doughy middle, keeping herself upright but ripe for Sedna to grab her right back. She squeezed her thick arms around her in a tight squeeze, making Kelsea wheeze the air and spit from her mouth and onto her shoulder. The canine’s leaking tits were crushed up against her opponent’s, forcing Kelsea to realize just how tender and weakened they were. The normally perkier pair had been beaten badly enough that she winced at the intimidating pressure of Sedna’s rack swallowing hers up, pushing down on them from all sides.

“Now that was a silly little mistake,” Sedna noted just as cheerily as ever.

She squeezed tighter, getting a husky cry out of the she-wolf. Sedna planted her feet, squeezing the fight out of Kelsea rapidly. Her legs started to fumble around, growing weaker as she tried to stay balanced. She grew desperate enough to decide to risk the points deduction and shifted her leg in between Sedna’s. She timed herself out for the perfect spot she could think up, rubbing her thigh against Sedna’s wet, tight trunks before she withdrew it and shot her knee straight up at her groin. She thought she’d been inconspicuous about it, but Sedna had seen it coming. She shifted her weight suddenly, pushing her thigh into the incoming knee and deflecting it aside as she turned. Kelsea gave a startled grunt as Sedna shoving her aside, nearly losing her entire footing with the attempted cheap shot. Sedna pivoted after her, bumping her hip and tail against Kelsea’s before she whipped around, swinging her big gray tits like a pair of wrecking balls. It was a move she’d practiced to near perfection, getting all of the force she could behind the blow and into Kelsea’s face without just making her jugs bump into each other like an amateur.

The facefull of high-speed J cups clapped the wolf across the face so hard she spun the rest of the way around. She reeled dizzily before falling into the ropes, draping her arms over the top ropes by good fortune and instincts more than anything else. She dripped sweat, milk and drool outside of the ring as Sedna casually wiped some of it off her own breast. The big seal grinned, flashing her mouthpiece before she moved in behind her, resting her big breasts and belly on Kelsea’s back. Her heavy tits framed the wolf’s face while assuring she had her pinned there before she unloaded huge swings from either side, crushing her sideboobs and spraying more streaks of painful milk out towards the audience. Kelsea howled in pain, her eyes fluttering too wildly to stay as wide open as she wanted them to be. Each punch connected unimpeded with audibly bust-bruising impacts. They hit hard and fast until Sedna unclenched her heavy fists, wrapping the flexible gloves around Kelsea’s swollen tits. She cried out as Sedna gave them a firm squeeze, forcing out a few more sorry squirts.

Kelsea was panting and dripping milk like a cheap faucet by the time Sedna leaned on the ropes to push herself back. Her tits rested between the top and middle ropes, resting gingerly there and wincing whenever her heavy breaths made them brush against one. It was short-lived relief before the seal knelt down and threw a huge uppercut between her legs. The wolf let out a huge yelp and fumbled with herself, gloves going for her trunks as she jerked into the ropes and bounced right off them. She landed on the mat with a soft splat of her wet fur, curling up and her gloves jerkily pawing at herself trying to decide what part of her hurt the most. Sedna shook out her arms, feeling quite the opposite of the fetal Kelsea: she felt like she could go on for a few more rounds now that she was really getting warmed up. She was already thinking of the other moves she’d always wanted to try out on somebody in a more official capacity.

Those plans fell through as Kelsea could barely move after that devastating beating. She pawed at her body and the mats but she couldn’t get a single limb steady to hold up her weight. The 10-count ran down and the bell rang and Sedna had been so caught up smiling and waving for the fans it caught her a little by surprise. She gawked for a moment at her own handiwork before she let out a delighted squeal, jumping up and down as she raised and pumped her fists. She waved excitedly to the fans who seemed to find her excited energy contagious.

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“Oh dam. You fucked her up, huh?” Diance replied after her recounting and sharing a few choice clips.

“She did really good. I got to learn a lot out there with her,” Sedna insisted.

“You learned how to beat a bitch’s ass. Good on ya, girl.”

“Yea, I figured I’d have to pay my dues, start from the bottom and all, but uh… I kind of shot up like 5 spots from that fight, so I think they think I know what I’m doing.”

“Hell yea. Who you up against next?”

“It’s uh… this lady named Ross.” Sedna double checked her email. “Karina ‘Slugger’ Ross.”

“Never heard of her. Should I have heard of her?” Diance messaged back.

“I don’t think so. She’s a slug.”

“Oh. I get it. Boring.”

Sedna wasn’t so sure herself. The more time she spent in Oregon, the more she realized how cut off she’d been from a lot of variety the world had to offer. Most of the people in her home state were some sort of species that could survive in the cold. She had only seen reptilian people on TV before the last few weeks, and she saw a much wider variety of species out on the streets. A slug boxer was practically alien to her.

“I’ll have to do my research. I’ll check back in with you, okay?”

“Sure. you do that. I still got some bitch milk to clean off my fur.”

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Sedna approached the fight like any other. She trained with Poison at the league’s on-site training facility or the closer Scarlet Gym when she felt like something simpler. The league had recommended her some sparring partners on her level and decided to take their recommendations to start with. She was able to keep her reflexes sharp with a perfectly friendly otter and rattlesnake that were around her level. Alisha and Ivy were excited to work with the new girl that had made such a splash, and she found them pleasant company for spars and training. Sedna even became comfortable enough to spend some downtime playing video games or catching lunch with them.

There wasn’t much for her to find on her next opponent. She had been around much longer than Sedna, but didn’t have many notable  matches at her low rank.  Karina was more weird than dangerous from all she learned. She had never seen a slug in action, and invertebrates in general weren’t common in the big leagues. There was Tanya “Longlegs” Garret and “Maneater” Mantizna, but they tended to be glass cannons with their extra limbs and more delicate bodies. Slugger seemed to be a big soft target with some slippery moves that came with her strange build. Without much to go on, Sedna just maintained her training. She had even started to shed a pound or two of blubber in all this heat.

The night of the match came and Sedna was met with even more enthusiasm than her first fight. They had seen what she could do and were eager for more, just as much as the Alaskan was herself. She did more of her happy flexing and playing along with the crowd until Poison got her robe off for her and she slid into the ring.

Her opponent strode out confidently, pumping a gloved fist in the air at the crowd to flex a doughy arm in the process. Sedna had a lot of muscle to go with her softer middle, but Karina “Slugger” Ross was almost all softness. There was some definition to her legs and arms but the orange and yellow banana slug was squishy all around. Her skin glistened with some kind of oil and while she had barely visible eyes (mounted atop short, antennae-like) and mouth, her body seemed soft and flexible all across its surface. Karina slid between the ropes with a fluid-like ease, her soft stomach and smooth, H cup breasts jiggling as she moved. The slug girl gave a rather sweet and musical laugh as she waved to the crowd one more time.

Sedna grimaced a bit, but she knew she’d face all sorts going into the pros and had watched her matches ahead of time for this. Karina gave her a look, but that was all Sedna could tell about the exchange. It was hard to read any kind of emotion on her nearly blank and wriggly face.

The bell rang and that was that. Sedna came out with much of her standard approach, sizing up and testing out Karina’s reactions. Despite all her uncertainty, the slug didn’t have much going on. She seemed to keep her guard low and was a bit rubbery to the touch but she was a bit slow and overly aggressive when she went for counters. Overall, something Sedna felt like she could abuse and get some early damage in without much trouble. Similar to her first fight.

Sedna went in for her first real offensive after a short stretch of experimenting. She snapped a few fast jabs as she turned up the heat a little, moving in closer and throwing some actually committed punches. They smacked against Karina’s arms and chest, making her slimy chest wobble around. Karina gasped and shifted her stance to a higher spot, giving the seal the opening she wanted. She swung a hard, miniature uppercut to take an easy early lead, but that was her first slip up.

Quite literally. Her glove seemed to connect with the doughy slug’s breast, but it seemed to slide right around her fist like it was a liquid. Sedna’s eyes widened as her blow slid uselessly past her chest, and her surprise left her wide open for a counter attack from Karina. The slippery fighter socked her across the snout with a hook. It wasn’t the hardest hit she’d taken by a long shot, but it was shocking nonetheless.

Karina kept up her counterattack with a few more hits to Sedna’s head and body before she regained her stance. She parried the next swing aside and socked Karina right in the nipple. The slug squeaked while her slippery boob audibly squished from the impact. Sedna went for another just for her glove to slide off in another glancing blow. She hissed through her teeth and withdrew in time to stop another counter from Karina.

The next minute led to a frustrating exchange. Karina’s punches were plenty predictable, but in a way her gloves weren’t the problem. Sedna connected with plenty of punches, but few of them connected with the full force she wanted. She was having trouble figuring out how to Slugger’s mushy body when she went for a hook to her side, but her gloves slipped off her slippery side. Sedna stumbled awkwardly to one side, sending her walking right into a low uppercut of Karina’s own. The seal huffed and doubled over, spraying her with a shocked wave of spit. It wasn’t the hardest hit she’d taken but it had caught her completely by surprise.

The slug was quick to seize the sudden opportunity and let Sedna have it with a storm of punches. Karina didn’t bother being choosy with her targets so long as she hit them as fast and hard as she could. The leathery thuds seemed to surround Sedna in the wake of her blind swings, forcing her to retreat and hide behind her own gloves. The seal winced from the surprising barrage and focused on recovering, quickly finding that Karina’s assault left her with next to no defense herself. Sedna read an incoming blow and lunged in, weaving between the flailing gloves with a tight form and surprising speed for her weight. She spiked a firm jab into Karina’s face, cutting off the snail with the piercing blow. She followed up instinctively with a right to the head while she recovered from it, going for a bruising shot to the eye. Her swing was right on, but in another strange show of flexibility the eyestalk withdrew to almost flat against her squishy head. Sedna fist hit nothing but air again and she flinched back into a guard just in time to minimize the damage of another shot to her tit.

The bell finally clanged to call them off and Sedna dropped her arms all too eagerly. She backed off a few paces before fully committing to returning to her corner. She slumped down breathing heavily before she steadied herself. Poison offered her a water bottle which she sucked down without a second thought despite her corner girl’s namesake.

“Losin’ your head out there, huh?” her ring rat instantly spotted.

“Yea!” Sedna blurted, happy to admit the fact.

“I can read most of her moves, but her body doesn’t even work like a person’s! The only way I even know she has bones in there is from how hard she can hit!”

Poison nodded along as she did her usual business. She toweled the sweat off Sedna’s head and face before getting to her tits. She started to withdraw, hesitated, then went in for another scrub with a fresh towel.

“Well there’s part of your problem right there,” Poison noted as she kept rubbing her down.

The punky rat held up the first towel. It was unusually wet, and the fluids looked thicker than Sedna could remember them being. Some body oil was expected in titboxing, minimizing any long term damage while adding a bit more spectacle to the fighters’ orbs.

“That slimy slug’s puttin’ out her own oil. Your gloves are gonna be slippin’ and sliding all over her while she’s leaking that stuff. You’ll be lucky to land a clean hit on her.”

Sedna blinked at her vacantly as that seemed to make some level of sense given what she had gone through in the frustrating first round.

“Is that legal?”

“I guess so. It’s not like she’s hiding it. I remember a guy Bobby who was oiling up for some backalley shit. Once they caught him… well, I didn’t really see Bobby show up anymore after that. Of course, Bob was a bobcat so it was a little outta place. With this bitch, it’s natural so they’re probably not about to say anything about it.”

“So what do I do about it?” Sedna asked desperately.

Poison gave an exasperated sigh while sputtering her lips. She shrugged as she rubbed on a fresh coat of Sedna’s own body oil.

“Go for the middle? I’ll keep an eye out for ya, but I’d avoid any near misses and glancing swings as best ya can. Hit her in the meat and don’t dig too deep cuz there’s not much to find in there.”

Sedna sighed and shut her eyes, forcing herself to focus. She told herself that nothing had changed. She was still trying to figure out an opponent. Same as always. It was just… trickier this time than she was used to. She glanced over at Karina, who was as enigmatic as ever. There was no face to read, but her porpoise cornergirl looked pleased with her performance so far.

The next round started out better, though that came with Sedna being a lot more cautious. She was ready to play the waiting game, capable of outmaneuvering Karina pretty easily. She chose her shots more carefully, spiking stiff blows into the slug’s sternum and navel rather than putting any fancy spin on her blows. It worked well for the start of the round, but she couldn’t focus on those targets for long before Karina got wise to her approach. She shifted suddenly the next time Sedna swung at her, letting the blow graze harmlessly over one of her raising arms.

The sluggish fighter caught Sedna in the cheek with one of her gloves, socking some spit from her lips out of the side of her face. Sedna snapped off some wilder blows in retaliation, socking her in the body rather than simply turtle up against her again. The blows hit with a similar mix of doughy and slippery flesh, skimming across her skin while Karina worked over her boobs. Sedna winced as a sharp hit dragged across her areola and nailed her nipple, triggering a quick stream of milk running down her silvery fur. Karina slipped her way around another attempted hook and got Sedna with a deeper uppercut to her other tit. The seal gasped as it didn’t cause any lactation, but it did pop her overstimulated boob up in the air before making it clap back down against her upper belly.

“Starting to crack there, Glacier?” Karina teased her in her confidence.

Sedna wasn’t easily angered, but she was already unsure of what to do with herself. When punching the person talking smack in the face was always an option, it felt mighty tempting.

“I’ll teach you to come out of your shell, you slippery little… WAHH!”

Sedna had wound up for a haymaker set to punch right through Karina’s defenses. When she unleashed it she moved her boot forward for momentum but found herself stepping right into a pool of milk, sweat, and Karina’s slug mucus in particular pooled around their stalemated spot. She let out a startled yelp as the audience shouted in surprise. Sedna shifted her weight to catch her fall but it was unnecessary since she landed face-first in Karina’s cleavage.

As good padding that made, Karina quickly seized Sedna and the opportunity. She threw her chubby arms around the seal’s head, engulfing her in warm and slimy flesh. Sedna grimaced at the shocking flood of new sensations as she was tit-smothered by a slug woman. She swung wildly at Karina’s sides, which just seemed to make her body wobble against her. The smaller boobs still bounced around, burying Sedna’s rounded snout. She smell and the slickness of it all was bizarre, but the real issue was clearly becoming the heat. Sedna had gotten used to working up a sweat and the much warmer weather of the mainland US, but suddenly sharing that bodyheat with a heavily exercising stranger’s skin covering her nose on top of that made her head spin. A sputtering part of her brain noted that she’d have to work on that somehow when she got back to training, only to quickly realize how bad a sign it was that she was thinking of that instead of getting out of the smother!

With the punches not doing much, Sedna wrapped her arms around Karina’s doughy middle. She hugged her soft gut, trying to wrestle with her to push her around and break her footing on the tit smother. It worked for a second, only her muscled arms to slip off and down Karina’s sides. Sedna gave a muffled, frustrated growl and tried again. This time her gloves not only slipped right back down, but they caught on Karina’s waistband. They pulled down her trunks, exposing more of the slug girl’s exotic anatomy. At least her crotch and genitalia seemed up to par with a normal person. It was a strange thought for the breathless seal as she crumbled to the mats, landing awkwardly on her tits and stomach. The ref quickly started a count as she went down for the first time in the fight, but she was determined not to go down so easily. The ref only got to five when she forced herself back up, but Karina was waiting for her while Sedna was still catching her breath.

The slug had stepped out of her trunks rather than risk fixing them. The naked fighter’s glove slid low and caught Sedna by the front of her trunks, reeling her back in to fall back between her tits. Her grip loosened enough that Sedna hastily recoiled, gasping for fresh, relatively cool air. She coughed up a sour bit of slime and saliva while more of it stuck to her fur.

Recoiling was also exactly what Karina wanted out of her. She still had her by the trunks, and Sedna could only retreat so far before she felt herself pulled back. She went flying into Karina’s incoming glove that bashed her right in the face. The strongfat seal grunted and reeled back in a daze, just to get pulled back in by the elastic of her own trunks. Karina kept the hits coming like a professional DJ, bashing the tanky seal in the snout to get her dazed before moving to work over her tits. Sedna was mouthbreathing heavily, starting to leak milk while her mouth was starting to run dry apart from the occasional coppery taste. She was juggled up and down into Karina’s fist before she gathered enough air to focus past the pain. She let out a fierce bark and when she came bouncing back again, she ducked in low and tackled into Karina. She caught her under the arm and pivoted in place to spin her around, using her wobbly and unsteady build against her. Karina stumbled into the ropes, her tits flopping over the top rope as Sedna went at her from behind. She swung quick and hard, her thick arms swelling with muscle as she laid into the slug’s thicker back and sides. She grunted loudly and rapidly along with the blows at her tits flopped around over the ropes. Her barenaked body jiggled for the audience under the pummeling, her stalk-mounted eyes widening as she wailed in her vibrating voice. She swung an elbow back at last, catching Sedna in the jaw. She staggered back, her face and boobs clearly bruised up but she took up a fighting stance with her stubby seal fangs bared and ready for more.

The bell was the only thing that got her to stop. Sedna snorted through her flaring nostrils and went back to her corner to slump into her seat, her bare ass hitting the stool as  the scowl slowly left her face. She rinsed out with Poison’s fresh water and ignored the pinkish red coloration when she spat it back out.

“Okay, that was a funny lookin’ round,” Poison conceded.

“But I got good news and bad news.”

“Give me the bad news,” Sedna huffed, managing at least a bit of the light humor she kept in most situations.

“Bad news is ‘fuck you, you owe me some new towels.”

Sedna dropped any of her frustrated edge for pure confusion. Poison tossed one of her towels into her lap and it felt… stiff. It wasn’t oily or damp like it was before, but firmer with a rigid edge to it.

“What happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened…”

Poison wiped her thumb across Sedna’s snout. She winced a bit as it rubbed her sore nose, but she felt a slight, strange relief off her whiskers. Poison pinched her fingers and rubbed them together, showing her a thin, flakey material.

“This bitch juice dries up. She’s practically leaving cumstains on everything. But you were landing some mighty clean hits on her titties at the end there. I know you don’t do well with the heat…”

Sedna gasped as Poison popped a fresh water bottle out of her ice bucket and dumped it over Sedna’s head. The Glacier gasped and perked up instantly while feeling some of the slug’s slime washing right off her fur. A few wipes of Poison’s towel got most of the rest.

“But neither does she. Between all the sweating, the spotlights and you two being hug buddies out there, she’s drying up like paint over there. No way she can keep squeezing that stuff out forever, and no way that stuff just goes away. She’s going from slippery to sticky, so you fuckin’ get her ass before she can think of anything else or realize how much trouble she’s in right now.”

Sedna was battered and weary, but that news did a lot to revitalize her. If the oily fighter had just turned into a glue trap, she could work with that.

“I’ll stick it to her and we’ll see what I can do,” Sedna laughed as Poison adjusted her gloves.

The 3rd round came and Karina emerged with her usual shifting, wobbling posture. She seemed intent on baiting Sedna into slipping up again but the seal just feinted and came at her with a massive hook. It caught Karina right in the sideboob and sure enough, it buried into the soft titflesh and smashed it into its partner. Karina was already sporting a few boobie bruises from throughout the fight (particularly the end of the 2nd round), but this was the first truly deep hit she’d seemed to take. Her beady eyes bulged out as her boobs swept to the right, each nipple spraying its own streak of milk after itself.

“Knew it!” Sedna hissed to herself as she went to town on Ross.

She caught the slug in the face with a quick jab before snapping a swift series of hits to her tits. Karina’s whole body jiggled like a wall of jello as she retreated, trying to put up her guard. The sluggish defenses were clearly not her strong suit. She was so used to being such an unusual target in this fight that she was struggling to shift into guarding herself. Sedna suddenly had dozens more targets to choose from as she popped her tits left and right with a freeing amount of variety. Karina threw a heavy punch at her but she ducked in low and popped her with an uppercut beneath her boob. A large, sputtering spray shot out of her bruised boob like a tiny sprinkler as Karina howled in pain.

The Alaskan bruiser was landing hit after hit as the audience started to get behind her. She shifted her weight to overextend her left, socking Karina repeatedly with jabs to the face that juggled her back into a corner. The slug groaned and slumped into her, grabbing onto Sedna to try and clinch to buy herself some time. Much to Sedna’s delight, her skin lacked its usual oily texture and actually clung to her as tightly as any other fighter.

“Big mistake,” Sedna warned merrily.

She gladly wrapped her arms around Karina and lifted her off the mats. The slug’s surprisingly girlish screams sounded off in her ear as she showed Karina the difference in their bulky bodies. Her solid core kept her firmly in place while her muscles swelled, crushing the squishy slug between them. Her banana-colored boobs squished out over hers while unable to escape between Sedna’s grip and tits. The seal’s harder tits ground against Karina’s while her firm nipples scraped over hers. Sedna just locked her gloves together behind her, shaking her around a few times before spotting the nearby corner. She swung her again, this time slamming her into the turnbuckle hard. Karina gave a huge huff as she was flattened into the corner, all four of her limbs went limp. She ragdolled up against Sedna, this time with her own face falling between the seal’s tits. Sedna flashed her a quick smirk before bracing her gloves on either side of her own breasts. She shoved them together, smashing the heavy boobs shut like gates snapping shut around Karina’s face. The Slugger grunted hard, her eye stalks rolling and wobbling around dizzily. She didn’t have much of a face to read, but her muffled moans and mutterings assured Sedna that did the trick.

Sedna backed off and let Karina stumble a step out of the corner. Then another, then only a half step as her gooey body clearly struggled to stay up. Sedna came in and with a harsh double uppercut to the tits, dual sprays of milk shot up towards the drying spotlights. Karina let out a weak gurgle as she stumbled down to one knee, her beady eyes fluttering and trying to focus.

Karina seemed uncertain if she could keep going, so Sedna decided for her. The bloodied seal stepped up and swung her shoulders, whipping her heavy, milk-trickling tits across the slug’s face. Sedna whipped them back and forth like an aggressive motorboating that pummeled Karina’s head around with them. Sedna gave a heavier swing along with a sharp yelp as the adrenaline wore off enough to remind her how much her tits hurt at the moment, but it clearly hurt Karina more. Her body bucked to one side and landed in a sloppy pool of her mixed juices. Her eye stalks blinked a few times wearily before she slumped back down to the mats, titslapped unconscious. Sedna stumbled back, rubbing her bruised up boobs and trying to staunch a fresh leak of milk until the bell rang to mark her victory.

“The winner! Sedna “The Glacier” Selkiaaaa!!!”

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Sedna ate up the spotlight, waving and blowing kisses with her gloved mitts to the roaring fans. She gave them a flex and tried not to wince from her aching arm too much before making her way backstage. Poison helped her out of the ring, thankfully, toting the topless titboxer’s stuff for her.

“Way to go out there, chief. You musta broke every bone in that slug’s body with that last one,” Poison praised her once they were backstage enough to be heard over the audience.

“I don’t think slugs usually have bones,” Sedna said with a breathless laugh. “But thanks.”

“Well you sure broke somethin’. Meetcha up front once you’re done cleanin’ up, yea? Just text me if anythin’ feels busted enough that ya need me to patch ya up.”

“Should be good,” Sedna assured her, rubbing her freshly aching ribs and deciding it was nothing major.

She veered off from Poison to head towards the main fighters’ locker room. She turned a bit too sharply in her post-fight haze and found herself running right into a wall, bouncing off and landing flat on her ass and tail.

It took her a second to realize it had been a wall of muscle. Sedna stared up in surprise as she was suddenly face to face… or rather face to knees with the league champion. Hera “The Golden Goddess” Lagrone was a hugely muscular dragoness, built like an olympian in the sense of both an athletic and a deity. She was an orange and gold dragoness with huge, muscle-backed M cups and a thick, lined underbelly of abs running from beneath them going down under her trunks. They were plain to see between her open robe with the shiny golden belt gleaming on her waist. Her golden blonde hair was tied into a thick braid that ran back between her muscular shoulder blades. Her short, beaked muzzle with lipsticked edges looked down at Sedna dismissively. She was clearly dressed for a fight of her own tonight, and her expression showed she was not worried about whether or not she won it.

“Oh! Shit, uh… sorry, champ!” Sedna laughed awkwardly.

She hurried back to her feet, beaming and blushing. God, what was it about seeing a woman with a title belt on that made them so sexy? Hera was such a big shot that supposedly she had even turned down invitations to join the major leagues, comfortable at her spot atop the BBL. She sniffed indifferently, then cracked a smile.

“It’s fine. Not like you could have hurt me without really trying,” she laughed jovially in return.

Sedna was just punchdrunk enough to keep herself from saying “Fuck that was cool,” out loud. She still realized enough to step aside and gesture for her to go ahead.

“After you, Miss Lagrone! I’d say good luck out there, but you probably don’t need it, huh? Ha ha…”

Hera laughed again, grinning widely at the battered seal.

“Smart girl. And funny too. Hopefully you’ll do well enough that I’ll be able to beat your tits empty myself some day.”

“Hope so!” Sedna blurted out before she could think too hard about the sentence.

The champ just chuckled at her again and left Sedna behind to head off for another absolute victory.

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“Good shit tonight, big girl.”

Poison congratulated her as they walked back home, waiting for Sedna outside the arena. They lived a few blocks away from each other, but they shared enough of a way home that they could spend a part of the way with each other.

“You’re the one who spotted it. You really saved me from looking like a real ass out there,” Sedna laughed.

“Ah, you’d have figured it out next time you bashed that bitch in the face. It was nothin’. You just keep winnin’ and I’ll keep catchin’ these checks from the league and everybody’s happy.”

Sedna rolled her eyes.

“No promises on the wins, I guess, but happy to have you in my corner. See you around, Tammy!”

They waved as she broke off and went back to her apartment. The Hook had most of its residents back home, apart from those who had other matches tonight or were out visiting someone else this late at night. Sedna got back to her room, fixed up a snack and settled in at her desk for her usual internet geekery. She wondered if she could get a hold of Karina once they both recuperated from the fight; she sounded like the perfect opponent for her to practice dealing with her overheating issue.

She hadn’t gotten to browsing for long when she heard a series of shouts and catcalls from the halls. She raised an eyebrow and leaned towards her door to overhear what was going on.

“Don’t tell me Punching Bag got her ass beat AGAIN!” someone laughed.

“Gonna punish her good, Michelle?”

Sedna nodded knowingly. It was pretty public knowledge that Michelle “Bulldozer” Barnes and  Debra “Punching Bag” Swift were dating, and that Deb had an awful record between her mediocre boxing skills and being a raging masochist. She didn’t think much of it until she started hearing the passionate screams and the firm thuds of bodies hitting the walls, beds, and who knew what else.

“Wow. They weren’t kidding,” Sedna muttered as she opened a new tab to turn on some music.

“You really do need to turn up your volume when it’s their date night… oh! Speak of the devil, too!”

Sedna opened her latest notification. She was apparently scheduled for her next match against Debra “The Punching Bag herself.”