Commission: Titboxer in Training; Michelle "Bulldozer" Barnes' Date Night (Patreon)

Another commission within Sedna's Titboxer In Training storyline. It's only loosely related, kind of connecting to the last story in that it includes a character or two. It's mostly just exploring the one canon couple in the roster of a masochistic doberman and her lovingly (but roughly) bullying cow of a partner. Enjoy some fighting and femdom with Debra "The Punching Bag" Swift and Michelle "Bullldozer" Barnes.

There was always a sexual energy around titboxers. A big draw of the sport for fans and competitors alike was putting their womanhood on the line, and that brought out all sorts of interesting personalities. It wasn’t unheard of for fighters to grow attracted to each other or even fall in love (or lovehate in some cases). In the minor league of the BBL, there was a well-known pairing of Michelle “Bulldozer” Barnes and Debra “Punching Bag” Swift. While Michelle was a consistently high-ranking fighter of a cow, her partner was always lagging behind in the lower ranks. It was always in question about how much of Debra’s ranking was due to her talent and how much of it was willing.

Debra was up against Tyra Rogers, a tall and muscular elephant. It could have proven a nice leap in the rankings if she wasn’t getting her ass kicked all over the ring. She was outclassed in almost every department of the fight, and it was showing. At the end of the second round she was a sweaty, swollen mess as she crumbled back into her corner. She had done some damage along the way, but it seemed to be just enough to make the bigger woman take her seriously. Deb was in a haze of pain, barely able to see straight when her girlfriend and second started tending to her. Having a fellow boxer in her corner was generally helpful, but Michelle’s wandering hands often kept Deb distracted.

The boxing beauty moaned as Michelle rubbed her down. Debra Swift was athletically built, covered in tight muscle with black fur and a dark brown streak going from her groin up to her chin. Her sleek and powerful runner’s build made her large implants stand out, the G cups clearly unnaturally big and round on her. She breathed heavily as she stretched out, relaxing her aching muscles and bruised up body. Michelle’s hands massaged over her muscles as she watered Debra, handing her the bottle so her hands could focus on rubbing her tits. That really got the doberman moaning as she slumped back into the corner, loving the feel of her girlfriend’s stronger hands on her chest.

“You’re getting your ass beat out there, PB. I can tell because you’re starting to like it,,” Michelle told her.

She squeezed a little harder than she had to. Deb moaned and shuddered as her sore boobs swelled within her palms, letting her tease her nipples between her fingers. They were already leaking milk from the beating they’d suffered out in the ring, and this urged another smooth spurt out of her. Deb gasped sharply as it freed up the flow of her bruised up nipples. Michelle nuzzled her lips against one of her perked up ears.

“And so am I. You know how hot I get watching you lose. Either you put that bitch down or let her finish you off, because I’m dying to get you back home and fuck you up myself.”

Debra let out a wordless cry, shivering with pleasure. The feeling of the pain always turned her on. The promise of more and the dirty talk from her lover just made it worse. Her tightening muscles sent a twist of pain through her tits, ribs and belly, the favorite targets of The Amazon throughout their fight. That was all to say nothing of her swelling face. Her busty cow lover cupped her hand between her legs and gave her crotch a firm rubdown, the dog’s already sluggish mind became a haze of aching pleasure. Her legs were shaking and by the time the bell rang, she was feeling even sloppier and hornier than when she’d first sat down.

It took Debra a few seconds to get to her feet, even grabbing at the ropes. By then, Tyra had gotten tired of waiting for her opponent and came right into the corner to pick up the pace. Deb wasn’t even fully standing by the time Tyra creamed her with a firm hook and uppercut. They sprayed the spit and sweat off the canine fighter’s muscles and shallow fur. Debra couldn’t even get out of her corner with the dominant elephant closing in and not relenting at all. The doberman twitched with each deeply penetrating punch, jostling her listing body around more and more until she managed to fall into the narrow space between Tyra’s gloves and the ropes. She collapsed to the mats one more time, her face and tits bouncing off the mats to send one more painful shock rushing through her. She gawked and gasped, drooling onto the ring for a moment before she collapsed completely. Her ears twitched in response to the counting, but she didn’t have the undamaged brain cells to spare in counting along. She was only vaguely aware of the sound of the bell and feeling of being lifted off the mats.

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Debra was in and out over the next hour, but nothing that her partner worried about. Deb had been through worse, and sometimes it was at Michelle’s own hands. When the groaning brown dog woman stirred to some level of proper consciousness, she felt the familiar pressure on her aching abs that told her she was being carried over The Bulldozer’s shoulders. She had been hastily dressed in a loose tanktop and some shorts rather than carry her naked through the streets. Deb could also hear the familiar whistles and jeers from the other residents on their floor.

“Hey, Chelle! Catch of the day, huh?” someone called after them.

“That’s one good-lookin’ loser you’ve got there, Bully!” someone else added as they leaned out of their doorway.

“She lost another bet, didn’t she?” a bemused hedgehog giggled.

“Nahhh, just a regular loss this time,” Michelle called back to them. “But win or lose, it’s our date night. So if you ladies will excuse us.”

Debra blushed. It was Saturday and that was their usual date night. Losing didn’t tend to change anything beyond they wouldn’t go out anywhere. That just meant that Michelle had her all to herself so do whatever she wanted with the mewling mongrel. The bull carried her into their apartment, sitting her up on the couch and helping Debra out of her shirt.

“Ass kicked again, huh?” Deb sighed as she ragdolled, only leaning here and there to let Michelle strip her down more easily.

She winced whenever she had to shift her aching muscles around but it was better than doing it herself.

“Of course you did. You went up against The Amazon and came at her with that sloppy guard of yours. Everyone saw it coming in the first round. Especially when you started loving it and practically leaning into those punches later on.”

Michelle tutted her with a bemused smirk on her face rather than any actual scolding tones. Once Debra was naked on the sofa, her legs spread out and arms draped over the back, Michelle stood back to her full, impressive height and started to undress herself. She was bigger than Debra in almost every sense, a bit soft around the middle but the bulging muscle of her arms and back a sight to behold. Deb couldn’t help but smile seeing the cow’s huge, black and white udders bounce out of her bra. They were even bigger and fuller than Deb’s implants, making them that much sexier. She shook out her curly black hair as she met Deb’s gaze.

“But you know you look good losing. And I know how it gets you hot and how sensitive you’re going to be for tonight,” the she-bull went on, always brutally honest whenever she spoke to anyone.

Michelle rendered herself just as naked as her lover. She straddled Deb’s hips, kneeling on her on the couch and pinning her breasts with her own. The bruised up doberman winced, but smiled through the same gritted teeth. She always loved the mix of pleasure and pain as a huge, well known masochist. She just liked the pain side of it even more. Her body still ached from her fight, and now having the firm weight of her girlfriend’s chunky but clearly strong build on top of her got her ragingly horny. Her pussy pulsed from the feel of her pubic fur and the radiating heat coming from Michelle’s crotch.

The cowgirl raised her fist and held it gently against Deb’s face. The KOed canine gave it a soft, submissive kiss. It was their little gesture. Her blessing for her girlfriend to go ahead and beat the everloving shit out of her.

Michelle smashed her thick fist into one of Deb’s tits. They were already beat up and tender, so the blow hit especially hard. Her softened up breast squashed out of shape with ease, molding like melted butter. Her already rearranged implants molded into the outline of Michelle’s fist. The doberman gave a  husky grunt, spraying spit up in a quick, surprised fountain over her lover’s chest. She spasmed and pawed at the couch, trying to drag herself out from under her. Her sapped strength couldn’t budge her beneath her heavier lover. Debra had assumed as much anyway: Michelle just worked her over harder when she tried to escape her punishment.

Deb whined and squirmed anyway, turning away from Michelle as she struggled harder. The big, black and white bovine grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look back at her.

“Where do you think you’re going, you loser mutt?” Michelle demanded.

The Bulldozer punched her hard in the stomach, catching her by surprise. She huffed another splash of spit and sweat onto the cowgirl as she rotated her wrist, grinding her knuckles against Debra’s abs. The tenderized muscles gave her no protection for her bruised up belly. The doberman let out a long, loud gagging noise as she shuddered beneath the crushing fist. Her legs spread out insensitively, submitting to the overwhelming pain. Her stomach spasmed as her stronger, fully fresh girlfriend’s fist rearranged her insides as she pleased. It made her body spasm and thrust her hips wildly, bumping them against Michelle’s. It perfectly rewarded the cow’s cruelty towards her and encouraged Debra’s already conflicted mix of pain and pleasure.

“That’s right. Don’t you act like it’s not what you deserve,” Michelle purred

“You’re a waste of muscle and too horny to make any use of it.”

“Yes, mommy~! You’re so right!” Debra gasped in a hasty reply.

Michelle smacked her muzzle with a fresh cross. Her muscles bulged with effort that knocked Deb’s head aside, spraying spit and sweat across the back of the couch. She moaned and drooled over herself as her bullish girlfriend stood up and stepped away. Debra was too busy seeing stars to worry about Michelle leaving her alone, and any amount of thought would have known that she wouldn’t have dared leave her in a state like this. In fact, the subtle but oh so familiar sounds of the cowgirl lacing up her gloves. Debra looked up just as Michelle stepped in front of her, still naked apart from her thick leather mitts. She caught the last of the threads in her teeth, synching them tight around her wrists. The blurred vision alone was almost enough to make the submissive dog cum.

Michelle grabbed her by the chin and forced Debra to stand up to face her. Her arms still hung limply by her side, framing her breasts while her muscled legs barely held herself up. She leaned heavily on the cow’s glove, panting heavy breaths.

“I hope that big elephant didn’t hurt you too bad, hon. Because I’m going to fuck you up twice as bad as she did. Now pucker up, beautiful,” Michelle cooed to her lover.

Deb’s tits puffed in and out with excited breaths. She squeezed and stuck out her lips as if actually readying herself for a kiss. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to be caught by surprise when Michelle bashed her face in. Deb let out a pleasantly surprised yelp as her head whipped back from the force of the blow. It bobbed back and forth, landing her chin by Michelle’s catching glove before she was promptly socked again. It juggled her back and forth until the stronger had the perfect rhythm going, knocking the suspended doberman so neatly that her head served nicely as a speedbag.

Deb’s vibrating groans droned out of her lips until Michelle roughly palmed her chest. She grabbed and slammed her bitch against the wall of their apartment, all but announcing what they were doing to their neighbors. The doberman could see the she-bull’s arm muscles swell as she wound up again, making her squirm with anticipation. Debra gripped at Michelle’s wrist, feebly pushing at it like she had any hope of escaping.

The cow’s glove crashed a huge hook into the side of Deb’s big fake tits. She let out a massive huff of air as they wobbled around in their unnaturally firm way, clapping her left boob into the right. Debra grunted as she jerked along with the blow but Michelle’s next punch crashed just slightly lower, her twisting glove grinding just above her hard nipple. Her lover kept the strikes coming, slowly working her way lower like an intense and painful massage. Deb’s whole body trembled, both from the impact and the spasming reactions of her overworked muscles. It moved like a wave of tingling agony rolling over her boobs, abs and thighs.

“Yesyesyes lower,” Deb rambled under her breath.

Her girlfriend delivered on her wishes as she knelt down, spiking a devastating uppercut into her pussy like she was trying to knock her clit up into her stomach. Debra howled as she felt her feet leave the ground. Her eyes crossed and her jaw dropped open as her brain seemed to shut off from the aggressive attention to her privates. Everything else was overridden as her pussy squirted a messy paingasm over Michelle’s glove, polishing it with her cum. Her thighs didn’t even try to close themselves as her pussy juices ran down her muscled legs and splashed on Michelle’s muscles like a sloppy waterfall.

“Mmmm! Looks like your clit got knocked out before you did,” the cowgirl chuckled at her twitching, submissive lover.

She ground her glove, rubbing her slick knuckles over her privates. Deb spasmed with pain and pleasure basically melting together in her bubbly brain. Her shaky smile spread over her face as Michelle smirked up at her from her stooped position, dragging her glove up her body. It flicked the thumb of her boxing glove right past her clit. Deb gasped and leaned into her in a lesser aftershock of an orgasm. She gave a sheepish mewl as she slumped forward, draping her arms over Michelle’s beefy shoulders. Her big breasts and slightly softer belly caught her and cushioned the fall of the more leanly muscular doberman. She panted over her shoulder as she could barely keep herself up, even while using Michelle for support.

The cow pulled on her hair, forcing her head back up to face her.

“Break time’s over, princess. I’m barely breaking a sweat here, and I want a full workout with you.”

Debra gave a husky moan at the absolute disregard for her comfort and body. With her mouth wide open, Michelle had free range as she shoved her tongue into her gaping muzzle. She kissed Deb hard enough to pin her upper body back against the wall with nothing but her lips and tongue. Deb drooled heavily, choking on the aggressive tonguing she was receiving. It only got worse when Michelle started pelting her poor stomach with a rapid fire series of low hooks. Her abs and pelvis muscles twitched as her wet snatch eagerly waited its turn. She received her long awaited punishment a moment later when the cowgirl slugged a low uppercut directly into the tip of her clit. It would have required a lucky shot for most fighters, but Michelle knew her body so well by now that she could hit it from almost any position. Debra’s whole body quaked, breaking into goosebumps beneath her fur. A bunch of rapid followups delivered a combo of blows to the same spot pushed her over the edge and Deb jerked upright as she squirted another sloppy paingasm. Michelle’s mitt was pushed in hard enough that it nearly blocked her up, adding to her intense pressure while making her clear mess run down her muscled thighs.

“There’s my leaky girl. You can’t keep your legs closed around anyone with a set of gloves on, can you?” Michelle purred to her.

Deb couldn’t form the words to respond, so she settled for a bout of happy gurgling. The beefy cowgirl didn’t let her orgasm settle before she cupped one glove under her groin, using it as a highly sensitive handle to lift her canine lover off her feet. Debra moaned as she listlessly rubbed over Michelle’s bulging biceps despite them being the source of her pain. Her pussy drooled her cream over the other arm as she lapped at the first, but Michelle ignored/rewarded her worship. She shifted her weight, forcing Deb’s snout under her armpit and flexing it shut around her. The canine yipped with a mix of surprise and delight as the crushing, sweaty cluster of muscles buried her nose and mouth. Deb’s cheeks reddened, running short on breath already before Michelle went on bodyslamming her onto the bed. Deb let out a huge huff as the air was crushed out of her by her girlfriend’s crushing tits and muscle.

Michelle didn’t stay on top of her long before she changed her position. She moved higher on the bed, leaving the sweating and panting fighter splayed out on the bed. The cow knelt above her head, pulling on her hair to get her head between her knees before she leaned over.

“Come on now. Get in there, darlin’. Can’t do anything right, can you, you little failslut?” Michelle grunted at her.

Debra breathed heavily as she nodded up at her lover. Michelle smirked and acted like she ignored her as she dropped her big heavy tits over her face. Unlike Deb’s, they were still firm and full of milk, so they weighed heavily across her snout. Michelle shuffled a bit in place, making her udders slap around Debra’s face and hitting nearly as hard as her punches.

“Feel that? You see what real tits can do? Not like those big, sexy useless fakes,”Michelle purred.

She ran her gloved hands over Deb’s upturned breasts. Between the pain of her bruised boobs and her highly aroused nipples, they made her spasm like they were a pair of joysticks hard wired to her brain. The massage was enough to get her started but Michelle wasn’t content with that. She smashed an overhead swing down on top of Deb’s right tit, making her howl into her tits. She sobbed as her hips bucked in the air, panting and licking at Michelle’s pinning underboobs. The cowgirl moaned appreciatively herself, wiggling her hips to rub her own soaking wet pussy against the doberman’s head. She wasn’t especially sadistic by nature, but Deb really seemed to bring it out of her and she loved to make the submissive mutt happy.

Michelle brought another fist crashing straight down on Deb’s areola. The masochistic canine gave another muffled wail as her milk shot straight up into the air, splatting back down on her fuzzy chest. Michelle started to find a rhythm as she brought one fist down after another, assigning each one to one of her tits to keep crushing and milking them. The implants warped and squashed around, and the cow puncher found herself enjoying her usual game of toying with them to see what shape they’d jiggle into based on where she hit it.

Debra went on panting and heaving into the cow’s pinning, sweaty tits. Her mouth hung open in shock, only closing enough to lick and suck on her lover’s hanging nipples. Michelle groaned as it only encouraged her to flex and hit harder, giving Deb the hardest punishment to her tits that she could. She didn’t even have to work her pussy to keep it soaking wet and humping like she was in heat from the beating. Michelle was familiar enough with her muffled moans to know when she was about to burst just from the tit punishment. She raised both of her gloved fists and with a savage shout, she brought them crashing down together to flatten both of Deb’s breasts out. The dog girl’s thighs spread out wide as she immediately squirted again, her body long since warped and used to cumming from such intense pain by now. Michelle grinned as she twisted her wrists, further grinding and breaking her boobs.

“Look at you… so fucking pathetic. Losing twice in one night. You’re not even housebroken, you stupid slutty bitch,” the cow gloated over her.

Michelle finally slid back off of her girlfriend’s face. She gulped down a huge breath that got her to start coughing as it surprised her lungs. She remained splayed out on the bed, completely powerless and loving it. She blinked some tears out of her eyes as she smiled weakly up at her girlfriend.

“Love you,” she choked out between coughs.

“Love you too. That’s why I’m not stopping,” Michelle replied with a smile.

Deb giggled wildly under her breath. Both of them were eager for more. The Punching Bag and The Bulldozer really were living up to their nicknames (even in the bedroom) as the cowgirl didn’t miss a beat. She lifted her tits only to kneel over Deb’s face, driving her knees painfully into the dog’s exhausted biceps. Debra squealed from the stinging pain in her tired arms as she stared up at her lover’s spread pussy and strong thighs. She licked some of the dripping pussy juice from her lips, teasing her face with the musky heat before Michelle dropped her full weight on her. The husky cow’s pussy lips buried Debra’s mouth in her soaking arousal and the dog obediently started sucking and licking. She moaned loudly, adding her passionate vibrations to her makeout session with her dom’s crotch.

“Louder, bitch.”

Michelle encouraged her by spiking another downward strike right into Deb’s abs. The glove pushed her weakened muscles, crushing her toned abs down to size and pressing them back inside her. The doberman’s cries grew louder as she raced to wolf down her girlfriend’s pussy, even as her body kept feeling like it was getting folded in half by her punches. Her guts were being absolutely wrecked, bruises painting across the increasingly subtle patterns of her abs. Her muscles tensed and pulsed in revolted pain, which only made them sting more. It even made her trapped biceps bulge helplessly against Michelle’s crushing knees. Her spasming guts seemed to send the message down to her groin as she humped the air, arching her back to thrust her hips up in another slutty spray of cum. Her babbling lips and tongue managed to milk a thick waterfall out of Michelle’s pussy, immediately choking her on her girlfriend’s fresh wave of orgasmic fluids. She couldn’t escape the heavy mess while she was still struggling through at least her third or fourth… she couldn’t remember, and had certainly squeezed out a few small ones when Michelle had hit her especially hard in just the right spot.

The cowgirl finally stood up, just to plant her bare foot on Deb’s sore stomach. The broken dog wretched even as she smiled, staring dizzily up at her lover. Michelle looked stunning from her point of view. She was always strong, sexy and fun to be with in general, but never so much as when she stood over her after just beating the shit out of her, cumming all over her and calling her every dirty name in the book. Seeing the strongfat cow flexing over her with her freshly juiced pussy leaking over Deb’s tits and abs made her feel like she was in some kind of agonizing heaven.

Michelle ground her heel on her stomach, sending fresh pain deep into her core. She shifted her weight, putting it fully on the foot. Deb wheezed as the piercing pain made it hard to breathe and made everything in her body ring in beautiful misery. Michelle leaned in on her gut so she could lift her other foot into Deb’s face. The toes spread over, rubbing their sweaty soles over her lips and snout before hooking two of her smaller toes into Deb’s nostrils. She forced them inside and pushed her dark nose tip upward as she forced her foot over her mouth.

“Lick it and I let you breathe,” she offered.

Deb quickly took the gracious offer, slurping and making out with the offending foot. Her tongue lapped over the sweaty sole and between her toes, and when Michelle lowered them to her face she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. She sucked loudly and wetly, making sure she could tell what she was doing so she’d keep sparing her desperate breaths of air. Michelle smirked at her suffering without even having to use her hands. She let her gloves roam over her own body, rubbing her big milky cow tits and bringing her other glove down to her pussy. She rubbed the main mass of the glove over her groin before lowering it for more precise work around her clit. Her lips parted to gasp softly to herself as she masturbated to her girlfriend’s suffering, making sure she could see her massaging her own clit between the fingers and thumb of the glove. Deb’s eyes went wide as she hastily kissed her feet, encouraging her taunting and showing off.

“You’re so strong… so big and sexy… I love how you beat me every time, you big beautiful she-bull!” Debra ranted appreciatively.

Michelle smirked and breathed heavily until she abruptly came again. She gave a long, low moo as she squirted her mess over Debra’s face, her own foot getting caught in the crossfire. The dog didn’t mind at all, hurrying to clean up the newest mess she’d made.

It clearly got Michelle’s imagination going as she laid back on the bed beside her, leaning on one elbow. It left one bulging bicep in front of her girlfriend along with the gloves that were soaked in her cum and sweat. Deb didn’t even have to be told to lean over and start cleaning them both, kissing and licking both the gloves and her lover’s muscle to show her appreciation for the extra beating. Even when Michelle slugged a glove into Debra’s breasts, ribs, belly or groin, she’d only pause long enough to gasp and tremble. Then she’d get right back to work, pathetically worshiping whatever powerful bodypart Michelle put in front of her. She was nearly blinded by the intense pain being inflicted on her already hurting body, and she only craved more. More than she could stand, but she still wanted it. She wanted to black out in her lover’s powerful arms and wake up in the same position.

“Any more of this and I swear it’ll put you into retirement,” Michelle mused.

Her girlfriend gave a needy whine, her tail wagging listlessly behind her weary hips. Michelle smiled and raised her fist up high, the glove glistening with Deb’s juices in the light.

“Alright, but you better finish from this one, because it’s the last time… NNGH!”

Michelle threw all her weight into one more pelvic uppercut. Deb’s scream pierced through the walls of their apartment as the glove seemed to sink deep into her pussy like it was getting fisted inside her. Her jaw dropped open, spraying spit all over Michelle’s powerful and punishing arm while cum squirted all over the other glove. She shook from head to toe, weary muscles stiffening up as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her face grimaced into a smile of warped pleasure as she crumbled back to the bed. Her arm twitched a bit as she fell limp, barely mustering the strength to caress at Michelle’s boobs.

“Thank you… do anything you want with my body while I’m out,” she gurgled.

Michelle chuckled and shook her head at her. She picked up one of their clean blankets and draped it over her sweaty, bruised up lover before cuddling up with her. She gave her a firm squeeze, and Deb mewled as it triggered her various aches and injuries all over again.

“Whatever you say,” Michelle assured her as she cuddled up with her girl. She wrapped an arm around her neck, cradling her on her bicep while urging her face up against her nipple. Michelle picked up a book from her nightstand, reading as Deb silently suckled on her nipple. It was the only real way to make sure she got at least some hydration back in her before she passed out, still latched onto her dom’s teat.

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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.