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CW for CBT/ballbusting and fighting, though there will be no serious injuries and it's all consensual. Ctrl+F to "Fighting starts here" if you want to skip the intro.

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A hybrid named Eira lounged on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Eira was half tiger and half dragon, leaving her with a mostly feline body and face, but a thick draconic tail, scaly wings folded up behind her, and big horns from her forehead, curving back. Right now she was only wearing a pair of boxers and a black tanktop, her body mostly on display- showing off an impressive build, muscular and strong, but not overwhelmingly so. Her muscles didn't look toned through her azure fur unless she flexed, but her body was clearly strong.

She let out a long, bored sigh. "It's been a hell of a week, man. A real goddamn hell of a week... Or two weeks. More. I don't remember." She rolled her shoulders, wincing at lingering soreness, but it was a good feeling. She looked over at her roommate, where he sat on the other end of the couch, playing some game on their Switch.

Eira's roommate, Jantra, was a lion, and a big one. A little bit taller than Eira if her horns aren't counted, at around 6'5", and a big thicker set too. He was chubby, but there were clearly muscles under there as well. He had a natural fur coloration unlike Eira, without many defining features besides a big, well-groomed mane and a generally friendly demeanor. He was wearing some loose basketball shorts and a looser white tee, dressed comfortably for a day lounging at home.

Jantra kept playing his game for a minute, until he got to a point he could pause, then looked up at Eira. "Yeah, yeah it has. Did you want to do anything to distract from it, or maybe work some stress out?" The lion gave a warm smile, having a good idea of what could make Eira feel better on that warm, lazy night. "That gym is probably closed by now. You have the key..."

Eira cocked an eyebrow, then a grin. "Really? You want to do that again?" She did have a key to the local gym so that she could use it privately, one of the benefits of her part-time job working there. But she knew which part of the facility Jantra was talking about- the sparring ring. Both of them liked to fight now and then, though it was mostly Eira's thing. And when the two of them fought privately, things tended to get a little... unprofessional. The hybrid's toothy grin got wider just thinking of it. "Yeah, that sounds pretty damn good right about now. Are you sure you're up for this, big guy?" She slammed her fist against her palm, keeping a sharp eye contact with Jantra.

... And that look, that gesture, it was terrifying for the big lion. He got his ass kicked last time, and was put through the wringer serving as her prize after the fight... But it was exciting then, and it still was now. He took a deep breath, eyes wide with fear and excitement, then shook his head. "Y-yeah. But I'm going to win this time, just you watch."

Eira got dressed into some gym shorts as well but kept her tanktop, then the two of them made a short, uneventful ride to the gym. Eira's key got them inside, and she led the way through the halls to the boxing and martial arts area, turning the lights on full. Jantra climbed up into the ring while Eira brought over some equipment before joining him. They each put on a pair of padded, fingerless MMA gloves, Eira added some soft corks to the tips of her horns, and Jantra stood ready in a fighting pose.

Eira, however, shot him a glare. "Stretches first. I want to hurt you, but I don't want to injure you. And we should go over rules."

"Oh. Right." The lion meekly agreed, matching Eira's stretching routine while he listened.

"Right. So, not many rules. Avoid sharp things, don't try to injure. Round ends on pin or submission. We decide the penalty for the loser each round." She spoke while she stretched out, showing a lot more flexibility than the lion.

"And no hits below the belt, right?" The lion replied with a cheeky grin, even as he struggled to touch his toes.

Eira chuckled in reply, shaking her head. "Oh, sure. No hits below the belt. But you're not wearing a belt, so I'm gonna use your goddamn balls like a speedbag when I get the chance." She flashed a dangerous looking toothy smile, and the lion let out a nervous laugh. "'Course, I'm not wearing a belt either. And you know I got the same weakness. So it's all fair, love and war and that shit, right? And you know the drill. Safeword is 'Red' if you ever need to stop completely." Finished stretching, the hybrid got to her feet and punched her gloved fists together, looking ar her opponent. Jantra was a bit stronger and had more weight to throw around, but Eira was more flexible, quicker, and more trained- They both knew she had the advantage, but it wasn't going to be easy, either. The lion had a chance. "And you know the drill. Safeword is 'Red' if you ever need to stop completely."

---FIGHTING STARTS HERE---

The two fighters got to their separate corners, Jantra leaning against the pole while Eira swung a few practice jabs at the air. They both stepped forward a little, Jantra in a stance with his left side a bit forward, and Eira bouncing around to show off her footwork, both hands in front of her as she spoke. "Right. Penalties for each match. You strip naked instead of other penalties if you still have clothes. No special penalty for the first round since we both have clothes." She spoke fast, all hyped up for the fight to come, while the lion tried to keep his breathing steady to stay calm and collected.

Eira punched her gloves together again and yelled out. "Ding-ding, fucker!" Those words signified the start of the match, and the hybrid quickly closed the distance between them while keeping her posture, while the lion remained in a defensive approach. That didn't help him for long though, as the hybrid let out a quick trio of jabs. He managed to block those, but by the time he was swinging a cross to retaliate, Eira had already spun around and ducked. The lion's fist went high and whiffed through the air, and while he was still off balance, Eira's thick tail swept his feet out from under him.

The lion hit the mat with a dull thud, a bit of the wind knocked from his chest. He wasn't the type to give up easy though, so he grit his teeth and started to push himself back up to his feet- only for Eira to push him back down, grabbing each of his wrists. She straddled his body, but even with his hands pinned down, the lion was putting up a fight. So Eira did what she needed to finish that round. With a smirk across her face, she raised her leg, then swung it down with all the considerable force her muscular thigh could manage, and her hard knee sailed right between Jantra's legs.

The lion didn't realize what had happened at first, but his whole body spasmed in reply to that strike. Then, deep, dull, but cripplingly strong pain spread up from his battered crotch, through his abdomen. Truth was, he could have pushed through the pain of one hit, but he knew Eira could just keep swinging, so he quickly squeaked out some words. "I submit-!" She laughed and stood up, leaving the lion to roll onto his side, a paw cupping over his aching crotch. "F... fuck, that... That happened quick. You got me good, hooh..."

Eira stood right over him, arms crossed and looking immensely proud of herself. "Yep, I sure did. Take your time, then get up and ditch the clothes, big guy." A noticeable tent was starting to form in the hybrid's shorts, and she openly started to stroke her cock through her clothing. She was a sadist through and through, and the fight only got her worked up even more.

After a minute, the pain started to die down to more manageable levels, and the lion slowly got to his feet. His face wasn't angry or pained, but playful, as he began to take off his tee, then turned around and bent over to drop his basketball shorts. He was wearing nothing underneath, leaving his bare, ample butt on display to Eira- who quickly stepped up and gave it a firm smack with an open palm. The lion quickly spun around with an indignant frown, rubbing where his buttcheek was slapped and leaving his thick sheath and hefty sack on full display. The darker fur from his mane trailed down his torso all the way to his crotch, blending into his pubes. "Hmmph. Well here's your eye candy. What's the penalty for this match, then?"

Eira backed up into her corner and rolled her shoulders, still with a cocky smirk. "Fifteen second speedbagging. I'll soften you up."

The lion winced in reply, but his pink tip peeked from his sheath at the thought all the same. "Assuming you win. I'm gonna get you dressed like me, instead. Ding ding." He started the match with those words, and began to slowly approach as Eira shuffled over. Both his fists were in front of his face in a boxer's stance this time. Eira had won with her speed before, and Jantra knew she had him beat there, so he planned to use a different approach this time. Something he was better at. This time, he swung a jab first...

... And it sailed right past Eira's cheek as she easily dodged the slow strike. She let out a chuckle as she retaliated with a quick two jabs to the lion's chest and stomach, the padding of the gloves doing little to cushion the impact. The hits felt deep, bruising the muscle beneath his fur. But aside from a grunt, Jantra seemed unaffected, and swung another jab, more force in it than the last. But just like before, Eira dodged to the side, and stepped forward to make an attack of her own. Her knee strike was interrupted however, as Jantra's hand did more after missing that punch-

With his hand already behind her, Jantra grabbed a pawful of the hybrid's hair on her head, yanking back to throw her off balance, then pulled her head towards himself. His free arm swung low, crashing with a lot of weight into Eira's abdomen, then again into her left breast, before she could get her balance back. She was quick to announce the damage, too. "Aw FUCK! My goddamn TIT!" With that curse, she swung her arms out wildly, still unable to get her balance with her head yanked around. Eira's fists did make contact though- a strong smack to Jantra's side, then again into his bare sack. He grit his teeth, growling at the deep ache, but his pain tolerance was strong. That was his plan.

Now, the lion thought, he just needed to make her submit. Keeping the grip on Eira's head, the lion's other hand slid past the waistband of Eira's gym shorts, and those strong fingers wrapped around her precious package. He could feel the smooth fur of her sack brush across his pawpads, and felt those two orbs so vulnerable in his paw- then clamped down, as hard as he could. His fingertips jabbed into the centers of Eira's testicles, crushing them against his firm palm, and then *grinding* around, against each other. She let out a string of curses, and knees buckled, but Eira still wasn't giving up yet. Her hands both went down to her crotch, trying in vain to pry Jantra's fingers away, but the pain kept coming.

"Give up, Eira... I win this round." The lion said in a low voice, but Eira wasn't ready to give up yet. She kept prying, even as those fingers pushed even deeper, bringing a dull agony through the hybrid's full body. But when his other hand released her hair and started to repeatedly punch her in the tits, bruising that soft, delicate flesh, Eira slumped down further towards the ground with a whimper. A few more seconds of pain later, and she managed to squeak out her submission.

Jantra immediately released her, and caught her around her torso to gently lower her to the mat. Eira on the other hand was in no condition to think about much other than the pain she was feeling, and curled up in a ball, one hand on her chest and the other on her brutalized balls. She let out quiet whimpers, such a change from her normal tough talk, but the lion knew better than to tease her for it. Instead, he sat down beside her, gently stroking his paw down her side, trying to do what he could to comfort her. "Hey, it's alright. That stuff hurts. I'm sure you'll get me back for it."

It was a few minutes of whining and heavy breathing before Eira could reply, but she eventually did start to recover. "Fuhhh... fuck. That... shit. Hurts." She made slow, deep breaths, trying to deal with the pain. "Yeah, I am gonna get you back for that. Next round... Next round is a whole goddamn minute of punching. And neither of us have clothes to take off any more, so one of us is gonna take it- you."

Eira stripped off her clothes while she lay on the floor, even while making those taunts. Her B-cup breasts were tender and lightly bruised under the fur, but still looked very soft. Her firm rump was mostly concealed by that thick tail, which steadily thumped on the mat. And while her hand was still covering it, her sheath and balls were a bit above average size, and those balls were likely to swell up a bit more after that assault.

It would be a few minutes before the next match, but Eira had a fire in her eyes, and wasn't going to give up here. The lion was a bit scared, and had every reason to be.