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Thrash narrowly ducked a punch thrown by his twin sister Gnash. She tried to reel back her arm to defend but the gloved fist of her brother hit her across the face. Gnash stumbled back but remained on her feet. The crowd roared in excitement at this. The long awaited boxing match between the radical duo who gave themselves the stage names of Thrash Panda and Gnash Panda had been much anticipated. While neither had perfect track records and were ranked relatively low, their colorful personalities and garish outfits were always a crowd pleaser. The siblings had entered into the LBBA at the same time and both became popular soon after. The LBBA was famous, sometimes infamous, for its very lax rules and matching system. Boxing matches in this association seemed to be more like professional wrestling matches with a focus on punching. Very, very few rules exist. This led to many fighters kicking, bringing in weapons, and in some cases using magic.

"Don't tell me youre gassing out now." Thrash taunted as he shuffled his feet. He was a trash panda of average height and athletic build. What made him stand out was his sense of style which many would call retro. He was flaunting a neon pink headband, crop top shirt, and leg warmers. Aside from that he had on highlighter yellow trunks to complete his look. His hair was styled into what he hoped was a radical mullet. While he lived the 80s would never die. His sister Gnash favored the same style, but given her female anatomy, she preferred neon spandex suits and high-cut one piece bathing suits. Aside from the anatomical differences obvious with being female she was a mirror of her brother in size and style. At a glance it looked like someone was fighting a gender-swapped version of oneself.

"Nah, I'm just stunned that my bro's punches are so weak." She said as she pounded her gloved fists together.

"Sounds like I need to up the tempo."

Gnash took on a defensive stance as she knew what this meant. Thrash put on his headphones and smacked his walkman. A classic song flooded his ears. The sister knew this was her brother's special move, the rhythm punch. When he had music going in his ears he could punch harder and faster. She reasoned she could predict his movements but the roar of the crowd drowned out any hopes she had to know what song was now fueling her brother. He moved in and threw a rapid series of vicious punches. She did her best to bob and weave out of the way but soon was caught up in the assault, her head and body taking a beating as punch after punch rained down on her. The force was too much and she fell back, landing on her shapely rump with a muffled thud.

Thrash struck a pose, as he always did at the end of his special, and now nodded his head in time to the beat of the song. Gnash sat down and recovered for a moment. She was far from done with the fight but this brief respite was welcome. Looking up she saw her brother mouthing words. At the halfway point of the ten count she knew for a fact what song he was listening to as he mouthed out about a lucky star. She shot to her feet and the bout continued. Once more her brother was a slave to the beat and he attacked to the tempo. This time his sister was ready and she was able to dodge and block his assault. Once it was finished Gnash knew her brother would once again pose. He moved his hands away from a fighting position and to a silly dance move. She reeled her hand back to deliver a monster of an uppercut to his gut. She had committed all her strength to the punch when she saw that Thrash had jumped as part of his celebration. Now the gut punch was going to hit lower.

Even through her padded boxing glove she could feel the twin orbs of his family jewels as they impacted on her fist. They deformed slightly as they were pressed against his pelvis. He threw his hips back and covered his groin with his own hands to comfort his aching gonads. He wobbled backwards in short embarrassing steps as he struggled to stay on his feet. Gnash put her own gloves to her crotch in sympathy pain. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit that low. You just jumped and."

She walked forward, hands away from herself to check on her sibling. Thrash, for his part, was no stranger to low blows. The painfully few rules of LBBA meant crotch shots were very ok, as she could tell from the ecstatic reaction of the female in the audience. The referee, a cow woman and former champion named Holly, did not step in to stop the fight. She did lean in to be able to see if the male would fall to his knees so she would need to stop the fight. This made her very generous breasts strain against her top and the buttons on her black and white striped shirt were giving their all to hold together. Thrash just wasn't expecting a low blow now. Still, when he saw Gnash walking forward with her defenses down he had an awful idea. When she got close enough, he wound up and shot a punch upward between his sister's legs. While she had no external organs waiting to be flattened by his fist, he knew he made a painful and solid impact as her hips buckled and she let out a gasp of alarm. She stumbled back, matching her sibling when he took a low blow.

"I didn't know you wanted to win that bad." Thrash said with a smirk.

"Not cool." Answered Gnash through gritted teeth. "I was trying to say sorry. But if you wanna fight dirty, I'm more than happy to oblige."

The two stood up straighter, waves of pain still coursing through both of their bodies. They continued the fight, now playing things a little more defensively. The sister wanted to turn up the aggression and attempted a heavy right handed punch, but her brother moved in and checked the attack with a clinch. She was annoyed by this and tried to push out, only for a new wave of pain to explode between her legs. Thrash had taken this opportunity while in close quarters to start delivering hard knees to her privates. She lurched forward with each impact. He continued again and again, his hard knee cap colliding mercilessly with her tender womanhood. With a yell of feminine pain she shoved Thrash back and cupped herself. She could feel a creeping nausea overtake her as her strength was leaving her legs. She fought on, not wanting to let her sibling win. He shot his leg up, trying to put her down with a finishing kick to the vag. She was able to move in time and catch his leg, holding it upwards as she squeezed it against her body.

Thrash hopped unsteadily for a bit, unable to move. Gnash, however, moved in and started throwing punch after punch to her brother's now exposed crotch with her free hand. The poor male tried desperately to protect himself, but his awkward position left him completely at her mercy. She showed none as she continued to hammer away, using his nuts as a makeshift speed bag. Only once his standing leg gave out did the attacks stop. He collapsed to the ground holding his throbbing balls, while rolling back and forth on his back in a desperate attempt to sooth the pain. Only when he heard the ref counting did he remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked up and saw two massive breasts hanging over him as Holly counted out, each time she said a new number she waved her hand, making her overstuffed shirt jiggle again. He rolled over, he poked his butt high in the air and attempted to move his hands underneath him to rise. Through sheer force of will he managed to get back on the count of eight.

He was surprised to see his sister blushing. "Um, don't you feel a draft?"

Confused, Thrash looked down and uttered a yelp of shock. His balls had fallen out of his shorts when his legs were being forced apart. There was a rapid flashing of cameras at this lewd display. He desperately tried to put his genitals back in his trucks, but his bulky gloves made him fumble aimlessly. His face turned as beet red as it could under his fur. "Hey, can we get some time out?"

Gnash, felt a little uncomfortable about how much she enjoyed this sight. Still, she was able to find some solace at seeing her sibling so embarrassed without pondering on the sexual nature of that feeling. Nothing wrong about that right? "No, you can't. I got a big advantage now with your targets fully exposed." And they are really nice to look at, she added in her head. Gnash did have trouble looking away.

Still desperately trying to fix his clothing. "Come on Glenda." Thrash pleaded.

"We said no birth names, Gilbert. Now stop touching your junk and fight."

He looked to the ref for any help, only for her to give him a giggle and a shrug. "Wardrobe malfunction don't suffice to stop a fight, honey. Now, come on, eyes on the balls. I mean game."

The fumbling and comments from Holly gave Thrash a stiffy. Gnash chuckled "You love those big tits, uh? Is that all it takes to make you hard? Are you eager to lock yourself in your room, like when we were teens? Please excuse my brother, he always had trouble keeping his hands away from his junk."

Reluctantly he straightened up, rationing that everything was already being seen anyway. He felt awkward as his orange sized nuts bounced feely against his legs as he walked forward. A hard punch to his face dispelled his embarrassment as he still knew he had to fight. He tried to get back into the rythm of boxing but found the new metronome swaying between his legs threw off his tempo. He attempted a few sloppy hooks that his sister dodged easily. One particularly bad punch managed to go wide and hit the ref who was standing too close. She grimaced in pain as her breasts were compressed painfully back. The impact was too much for her already straining buttons and they popped out, letting her bountiful cleavage spill out. The only thing keeping her nipples from being exposed was her black lace bra. Thrash started to stutter out an apology. "It was an accident, I swear."

Seeing that her brother was totally distracted, Gnash had a wonderful idea. She got into position as he was flustered looking at the ref. Moving down she shot a quick jab to his exposed nutsack. This had the desired effect of pushing his gonads back enough to smack against his butt. As they swung back towards her, she delivered her true haymaker and with all her might she punched forward again, focusing on his right testicle only. The combined movement of the ball's forward momentum and the devastating strength of her punch produced more nut crunching power than she could have hoped for otherwise. Her poor brother found this to be too much to stomach and he fell hard, his face hitting the mat with his butt once more in the air. He groaned as a uniquely male pain washed over him. He writhed in agony for a few brief moments. That was definitely one of the hardest crotch shots he had ever taken. Pain was his entire world as his mind was filled with the image of his battered ball having been popped like a balloon. To his relief it still had its round shape, albeit much more swollen. He was unsure how much more he could take. This was compounded when Gnash gave a hard quick stomp to his already battered jewels. He screamed once more in pain. "It was an accident." She said unsympathetically.

"It's an accident." Holly said in a huff as she tried and failed to fix her top.

Once he was brought back to reality he couldn't help but utter the word "Mommy?" before he shook his head to clear himself. Pushing against the ground, he managed to bring himself to his feet and the fight continued. His mind raced for a way to turn this fight around he could turn this around. He then realized he shouldn't be the only one giving the crowd an eyeful. As the fight continued Gnash scoffed "You always were a momma's boy."

Moving in with all the endurance he could muster, he brought his fist back to ready a punch. Instinctively the female moved her hands to cover her pussy. This didn't matter to Thrash as he threw a punch upwards that sailed past her womanhood and hit the underside of her breasts. The accidental titbust from before may have helped save him by giving him this idea. The sudden jarring impact forced both mammary glands outside of their neon cloth covering and into the open air. Once more the ring became a strobe light of rapidly flashing lights to capture Gnash's wobbly goodness. Trying to ignore the pain, she groped herself in vain to find the hem of her top and cover her chest, only succeeding in bouncing her generous booba for the crowd to cheer at. Blood rushed to her face and she felt like she would die of embarrassment. She tried to stammer out a question for a time out, but her question died on her lips as she saw her brother wind up for another hit. She didn't have time to move her hands or dodge.

Thrash knew about the power of a liver punch, but he wanted to try out a slightly different maneuver. He aimed his fist towards the woman's abdomen and hit with all his remaining power. He felt a small bump collide with his glove as he hit her body, letting him know he managed to hit his mark. He had directed all his force into her left ovary. This had the desired effect and Gnash stumbled back holding herself. It took all of her energy to not puke right on the ring. She felt like every bit of her body was screaming out in agony. The only thought running through her head was just wanting this pain to stop. She was in so much gut wrenching agony that she didn't even realize she had fallen to her knees. Slowly, painfully, agonizingly she managed to force herself upright and in a standing position again. Despite the pain Thrash felt a jolt run through him at seeing her topless. The next jolt of pain, however, helped to keep his lust down

Both siblings stood gingerly, hunched over and hyperventilating. Pain wrapped both of them as their bodies screamed at them to give up and stop. But their stubborn fighting spirit prevented them both from conceding. "Don't hold it against me if you can't have kids." Gnash said, forcing a smirk on her face.

Thrash let out a soft chuckle. No matter the result of this battle he would be happy knowing they both gave it their all. "I was gonna say the same thing, sis."

The raccoons stood up and ran at each other with all the speed their shaking legs could muster. They had both decided to risk everything on one last swing. Thrash swung full force into his last target, aiming to break the ovary he had hit last time. When his punch landed home he could feel the small bump on her abdomen deflate and deform. Like an egg shattering he felt it give way and it was no more. Gnash had swung a hard uppercut between her brother's legs. She felt the hefty beaten orb be pushed up against the hard bone of his hip. Putting her all behind the swing she kept going and could feel it flatten more and more. With a sickening squelch it gave way and her fist went the extra distance to touch his pelvic bone.

After both had finished their simultaneous attack they felt the damage they had taken. They wanted to cry out in agony as their anatomy had been crushed but blissful unconsciousness took them before they could suffer too long. The shock to their bodies was overwhelming to the raccoon twins. They slumped forwards onto each other. Their legs gave out and both hit the mat, with half their reproductive capabilities.

Some time later they were in the same hospital room, in two beds next to each other, legs held out stretched so as to not agitate their damaged crotches. They had been watching a provided television that announced that the match ended in a draw.

"Look, look, your knees clearly hit the mat first!" Gnash said impetuously.

"Whatever, look at your eyes in the replay, you're out cold way before me." Thrash argued back.

They both locked eyes and stared daggers at each other. Until a smirk caused a full on laugh to break out between the two of them.

"Radical fight, sis!"

"Tubular! And thanks to our awesome health insurance we can have our bits healed back soon enough."

"Then we can do some skating as we planned, I can't wait to..." Gnash was cut off by a wave of pain brought on but too much movement. "I think I can wait."

In between the two beds they noticed that a card with two round balloons was left for them. It was awkward and painful to reach but Thrash had managed it. Looking inside he was shocked to see a photograph of Holly in a rather skimpy looking one piece swimsuit. Written on the photo was the phrase "Get well soon, champ." He couldn't help but admire how the tight top fabric of the swimsuit squished her breasts together, making them practically spill out. If he looked close enough, he swore he could see a touch of areola. And at that his groin started to send him new waves of agony. He wasn't patched up yet. He placed the photo on the table and it was snatched up by his sister. She, predictably, had the same reaction. They both groaned in agony.

"Nice to see I'm still able to get babes." Thrash said, forcing a smile.

"What? You hit her honkers. Why'd she want you?"

"Must be my masculine charm." He said, his smile shifting to a smug grin.

"Right now you're at half your masculine charm. Besides, she totally was giving me the bedroom eyes in the ring. You just couldn't see from the floor."

"Well, you got lucky because her hotness did make me distracted in the fight. I was totally just flustered by her." Thrash retorted defensively, trying to deny the looks he accidentally gave his sister.

"I mean yeah totally. She's bodacious. I would definitely not want you to be looking at me like that." She said, almost deflated.

There was a short awkward silence in the room. This was broken by Gnash saying "I'm keeping the picture. I'm the champ she's referring to!"

"Like hell you are! You were out cold way before me. Gimme it!"

"Your knees hit the floor first." Both gripped either end of the picture and tried to pull, but gut wrenching pain stopped the fight very quickly.

"Rock paper scissors for it?" Thrash asked weakly.

"Yeah" Gnash said, trying to keep her lunch down. "In a few minutes."