Live Bag Training
It was around 9:00pm, not too late but not too early. Just right. The old boxing gym had been closed about a half hour ago for the day, but a lone vixen remained. In fact, she purposefully asked the owner plenty of times to stay behind for her "private" sessions. After all, she did have a reputation of being a literal foxy boxer to keep up with, and the owner knew that full-well.
Many have contributed to her side gig over the past year or so since she started doing these sessions: young, old, middle-aged, though most of the cis male identity. And each client gave her an opportunity to train on a live punching bag and indulge in her feminine dominance. Who could say no to that kind of training?
As the vixen wrapped her black paws up, she noticed a young, black and white cat enter the gym from the locker rooms. Her punching bag for tonight. He looked young; much younger than what she's used to, but at least above legal age for these sorts of things. He looked scrawny and didn't have much to show in terms of muscle, and only donned a pair of loose, blue shorts and nothing else.
Perfect. Just like she asked.
She stood up off the bench after she finished wrapping up to greet her client. "You lost, little kitten?" She teased.
His head shot up at the voice, ears and whiskers twitching. He caught his breath at the sight of her; heart racing as she approached. She wasn't that much taller than him, but she looked strong, athletic, showing how dedicated she was to the sport. Her green top and tight shorts contrasted well against her orange and white fur, complimented by her black markings over her hand and feet paws.
"I-I-I don't th-think so? Eep..." He replied, pointed ears folding back and tail lowered as he cowered. "I-I've n-never done anything like this...before, hehe...."
Next thing he knew, she was right in front of him, her golden-brown eyes piercing his timid self. She gently lifted him up by the chin with a claw and smiled.
"Just trust me, kitten~" She cooed. "Once we get going, you're not gonna want to stop," she said with a giggle.
"Gosh, um...o-okay," he replied as he felt his heart race in anticipation.
The fox giggled. "God, you're cute~" She teased. "I'll start off nice and easy to get you warmed up, okay?"
The cat nodded as he tried not to melt at the sight of her beauty.
"You brought a mouthguard with you, yes? I'm not one to enjoy knocking teeth out or breaking jaws."
He nodded again, ears and tail raising slightly as his nerves began to subside.
"Good boy." She let go of his chin and petted the top of his head between the ears. "Pop that in and follow me in the ring."
The cat did as instructed as he followed her to the sizable boxing ring in the center of the gym. If the front of the fox wasn't enough of a sight to see, her back was just as gorgeous: powerful back muscles popped through her fur, and a pair of small but strong, shapely glutes, accented by her green shorts. But that large, fluffy fox tail of hers swaying back and forth kept him distracted the most, as it forced him to keep his inner, playful hunting instincts at bay.
She climbed in between the ropes with grace and fluidity, holding them open for her client. However, he ended up tripping over the bottom rope and falling flat on the canvas.
She giggled at seeing his clumsiness. "You've never been in a boxing ring before?"
"N-No ma'am," he replied, quickly getting up and brushing his fur.
"Oh, you're gonna love it then~" She held up a finger for him to wait where he stood as she headed to one corner where her blue gloves were waiting. "Get in your corner, sweetie."
The cat obeyed without hesitation. It felt weird not having gloves on in this situation, even if this is meant to be a one-sided beatdown for pleasure. Still, that was one of the caveats of the vixen's sessions, and this is something he's always wanted to try.
Once her gloves were on, the fox pounded them a few times as she faced the cat, giving him a sly smirk. "Alright, kitten! Listen up! There's no rounds. No time limit. We keep going until you're knocked down and can't or don't want to get up. And you're not allowed to block, dodge, or fight back. Understand?"
He nodded, heart racing more and more as his breath became heavier. Given his timid, cowardly nature, he hoped to not instinctively protect himself. After all, he did pay good money to get beat up by a foxy boxer such as her.
"Good boy~" She pounded her gloves together one last time and raised them up. "DING! DING!"
The cat gulped and stepped forward as the vixen did the same. He kept his arms taught and to his sides so as to not instinctively raise them, hand paws clenched into fists and teeth digging into the mouthguard, preparing for impact.
The first few initial punches the fox gave him weren't what he expected. She simply bopped him lightly on his nose and cheeks as a few test punches, though he flinched when she feigned some of them.
"Ah, ah! Don't be blocking now," she teased as she circled, bobbed, and weaved around him. "Just keep facing me, kitten~"
"Y-Yes, m-ma'am," the cat replied, trying to control his breathing. Though being hypnotized by the vixen's bobbing and weaving as she moved her beautiful body around him, peppering him with light, warmup punches to his face didn't help.
She kept targeting his face, mainly, making him wonder if she intended to give him a black eye or a bloody nose. Except that worry was out of the question when she suddenly threw a powerful punch to his soft, white tummy, making him backpedal close to the ropes.
"Ugghh...." He groaned, holding his stomach and trying not to collapse so soon. He stumbled back more and tried to straighten his back to ease the burning sting in his weak abs, feeling like the wind was literally knocked out of him.
"Oh come now, kitten," the fox teased, smacking her gloves together. "I'm not even going 30% of my usual skill!"
The cat just relaxed against the ropes, holding his stomach and trying to catch his breath again. "30...percent?...fuck..." It was clear he struggled to stand, though seemed to have been getting his strength back again, what little he had, anyway.
"Hmmm...." The fox put a glove to her chin when she came up with an idea. "Here. Wrap your arms around the top rope there and grab onto it tightly. I wanna try something."
He did as instructed, gripping onto the worn, red rope as tight as he could.
"Good, good. Now keep those abs tight and those legs spread to give yourself a good base, okay?"
He nodded, again, doing as instructed to the best of his abilities.
"Good boy~"
The vixen wasted no time getting back at it, throwing several jabs, hooks, and uppercuts to his stomach, chest, and face. The cat mewled at each punch, feeling his abs, chest, and jaw burn and ache as her punches increased with intensity. He kept his grip as tight as he could on the top rope, though he felt himself slipping and buckling, only to get popped right back up from one of her punches. Through all this, his kitty prick began to creep out its sheath in his shorts, and he totally didn't "accidentally" forget to wear any underwear.
Eventually, the vixen could tell her live punching bag was starting to go down. She grinned. Grabbing the dazed cat in a clinch, she pulled him away from the ropes and positioned him closer to the center again. After a quick but passionate kiss on his sore lips, she hopped back and threw one, final, powerful side kick to his bruised tummy, making him collapse onto the canvas. She rolled him on his back with her foot with ease, pressing it on his aching tummy, then flexed her biceps for a moment.
"Hehe, thanks for the workout, sweetie~" She giggled as she looked down at his goofy, dazed expression.
The cat didn't respond. He just laid there under her, dazed and slowly breathing as her foot pressed down on his tummy.
"Gosh....y-you're strong...." He panted, struggling to breath a little with that foot on top of him.
She chuckled, smiling down at him. "Thank you, sweetie~" She took her foot off him and removed her gloves, tossing them aside. She knelt down next to him and gently petted his tummy. "So, how much does it hurt? Hehe."
"I...you did quite a number on me...." The cat uttered, letting his head fall back to the canvas as the vixen petted him.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
His head shot up. "If you think it'll help," he said with a nervous chuckle.
The vixen did just that. She bent lower and planted a few kisses all over his tummy and even his chest, all while still petting him. However, even though she got this kitty to purr from all this affection, she noticed him letting out a few giggles too.
"You seem to like it when Momma kisses your tummy, huh?" She teased.
"Eheh...yeah, though I am a bit ticklish down there," he chuckled.
"Really now?" A sly grin crept across her face as she thought of an idea.
She kept giving him attention like before, but suddenly held down his chest and legs and blew a raspberry on his tummy.
*PTHBBBTTTT!!!*
"AHAHAHA!!! Oh my god, stop!" He cried out, trying to bat the silly fox away, despite how much she kept him pinned down.
"What? I'm just trying to give you kis--" *PTHHBBBTTTBB!!!*
"HAHAHA!!! Ohmygodthattickles!!"
She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. "Com'on, you liked that."
He panted from all that giggling as he looked up at her. "...okay maybe a bit."
"A bit? Please..." She teased, smiling.
The fox then stood up to go grab her gloves, then walked back to help the cat up. He at least got himself up to a sitting position, which told her she didn't beat him up that bad. Still, as she guided and helped him out of the ring, she gave him some pointers on how to tone and condition himself for fighting or if he wanted these sessions to last longer. Before they split off to their respective locker rooms, she gave him one final, goodbye kiss on the lips.
Needless to say, the cat will be stepping in the ring again with the vixen soon enough, regardless if he's bulked up a bit more or not.