The Lost Fight by Vokoca
Watching her reflection in the mirror, the bunny girl chuckled to herself. She was anxious to get to the ring, to fight yet another match in boxing. She was doing this each week, coming to the gym, and after some practice, boxing with real opponents.
If someone who didn't know her was to see her there in the locker room, undressing in front of that mirror that was placed in the inner side of the locker door, he or she would surely be confused. None of the things about the bunny really hinted towards her being a good fighter or a fighter at all.
She had a nice, slim figure, having all those neat curves that all males approved of. Residing on her chest, her breasts were also nicely big and round, somewhere around the cup size of C, neither too big to get in the way, nor too small to get passed as mediocre. Her fine curves went along her belly, shaping those wide, admirable hips, giving her exposed butt a gentle, round shape. Her endowed figure was covered with a layer of soft, blue fur. It wasn't a color you would see on a bunny that often, and she was somewhat proud of it. The only spot that was snow white, a more common color amongst her species, was her belly. In contrast to her rather bright color of fur was her dark mane, falling down like strands of black night from her head. The sprouts of the soft, long black hair went between and around her ears, creating a sea of black over her back and shoulders.
Sure, she had a thin layer of muscle under her skin, but the blue fur hid it so well that it was barely noticeable. Maybe if you looked on her white belly, you'd notice a faint outline of her abs slowly forming, but it was only rather tame. Yet, even if she didn't seem like it, she loved boxing. And she wasn't half bad either, she won her share of fights, which kept her motivated and going. She would lose to some people, but thanks to her determination, she would only train harder to beat them the next time.
Each time she came to the gym, she had no idea what opponent would she be facing, and this time was no exception. Her enemy could be anyone-male, female, small, tall... But that was what made everything so much more exciting. She couldn't wait to see who her opponent would be today. Maybe another female? Oh, that would be fun, she would show her who the awesome boxer here is.
A giggle left her when her paws brushed over her tame sides, taking one last look into the mirror. As expected, the blue bunny in the reflection did nothing more than stare back at her with her green eyes, that were currently glittering with excitement. Smirking at herself, she reached into the locker for the last time, pulling out a pair of red boxing gloves and a rubber band, before she closed the door shut, securing all her belongings with a lock. Laying the gloves aside, she went through her hair with her hands a few times, before she was sure she had all of it, and tied it together into a ponytail. It was not as much of a matter of preference as a simple precaution - hair that long tended to get in the way when she was moving in the ring, and getting blinded by her own hair in a game of reflexes was the last thing she wanted.
Throwing the tied mane over her shoulder, she took her gloves and trotted through the corridor happily, all naked. It might seem odd at first, but she got used to it faster than she thought - there was no denying that she liked the idea of fighting naked. Besides, clothes were just useless restraints, and she needed all the flexibility she has got to win against the stronger opponents.
Being a smaller female was actually an advantage in its own way. While males outclassed her in strength, she was much faster and more agile than they were. And anyone who didn't believe that speed was better than strength learned the hard way, when he got punched in the face so many times that he just couldn't continue. She loved that dumbfound look on their faces, especially when they were so mad that they've been beaten by someone like her. The look on their faces was simply priceless, and the more she saw it, the more she liked it. It was amusing to imagine them pulling their hair out later because of that, which was probably what they were doing after they lost to someone they outclassed.
Opening the door to the training room, she quickly slipped in. Her gloves were already safely covering her fists, while her green, energetic hues were quickly scanning the room. She saw a lot of familiar faces - the red dragoness Cass, who put some of the males in here to shame with the muscles she had, was frowning to her from her spot. The dragoness was still clearly mad at herself for losing to her; she looked so confident when she saw that her opponent was not only female, but over a head smaller than she was, sporting as little muscle that it was barely noticeable - yet, she got completely wiped out by her, she didn't land even one good hit and soon she found herself lying on the floor, with the bunny standing over her with a huge, triumphal smirk. She was her rival since then, waiting for the day when she would finally beat her-but the bunny girl grinned at her in such a way when their eyes met, that it was clear the day wasn't coming.
The dragoness and the bunny girl were the only female present, the rest of the room was filled with males - all of the people were of course naked like she was herself. Ranging from canines to felines, all the way to some other reptiles as well, they either gave her a nod, or just minded their own punching bag, or any other piece of equipment they were using to get in form before the battle.
The girl's mood even heightened, when she saw that almost half of the people tasted the sour defeat, delivered by her fast punches. She walked over to her 'lucky' punching bag. She didn't know if it was just a coincidence, but each time she practiced with that one before a match, she had won. Coincidence or not, it had become like a lucky charm for her, as she practiced there whenever that spot was free.
Landing some light punches to the bag, she jumped around on her legs, evading an imaginary enemy before striking again. Hopping around so fast, she easily lived up to her species, at least in that one aspect. She connected some more punches with the bag, jumping left and right, only to quickly strike back again, before she felt satisfied with herself and stopped.
Her mood didn't drop down one bit, and when a person came to ask who the next one to fight was, she would immediately answer. She was so fast and enthusiastic that none of the other fighters had even a chance to open their mouth. The badger arranging the fights just simply nodded and motioned her to follow him, so she did.
As she walked through a corridor behind that male, questions were whirling within her mind. Who would her opponent be? A male? A female?
But of course, she didn't have an answer to that, so she just kept trotting behind him anxiously, having to keep herself to run through the door leading to the ring earlier than he did. The walk seemed to last forever, step after step... The door was slowly getting closer, and the next fight with it.
Her heart started to pound faster as she got closer, soon, she'll get her answer, and a fun match, which was what she was here for after all.
Finally, the badger in front of her opened the door and let her into the room that housed the ring, along with all the people on the tribune, enveloping the ring in a wide circle of seats, filled with the cheering folk.
A wave of eager chatter spread through the masses as they saw the door open. The bunny's heart heightened it's already faster than usual pace, as she walked towards the ring. Her blood was rushing through her veins, filled with both excitement and anxiety, all the cheering and babble from the seats coalescing into an unrecognizable noise, filling her ears and depriving her from all the other sounds. She was completely overwhelmed by the sheer atmosphere of the upcoming battle, and she loved every single bit of it. The way this place made her feel like could never be indemnified by anything else. The way her blood boiled within her body, the feel of everything fading from her perception, the ring becoming the only thing she could focus on - nothing else could ever induce that feeling to her like boxing did. Everything around her melted into a blur of cheering faces, the arena shining like lighthouse in her mind, clearly identifying her destination, lowering everything else's priority to the indifferent level.
Everything but the ring slipped past her perception, and it was thanks to that that she didn't even mind walking naked in front of so many people. Even if it wasn't for the atmosphere, she wouldn't really mind that much, her body was nothing to be ashamed for, in fact, it was quite the opposite.
Her paw reached out and her fingers gripped one of the ropes around the ring tightly, as she helped herself inside when she at last reached the place that seemed miles far, while in reality it was just a couple of steps from the door.
Her body almost started to act on its own, as her paws felt the fibers the ropes were made from. She pulled herself up almost solely on instinct, a wide smile spreading on her face when she felt the familiar mattress under her feet. When she saw her opponent though, her enthusiasm staggered, as if it was stabbed with a cold blade. The smile on her face quickly faded, her lips losing their shape like melting ice. Her jaw drooped a little on its own and she felt like her heart just jumped into her throat, the blood in her veins freezing with a cold chill of fear.
The male she saw in front of her was huge. He dwarfed her by at least one foot, standing over her with a menacing grin on his canine face. His whole body was covered with a massive layer of bulk, making him look like he just got back from a bodybuilder competition, and he might just very well win that as well.
His shoulders alone were twice as wide as her head was. His arms were almost as thick as her whole waist, and his fists looked like they were made to crush stones. His chest sported an eight pack, looking like he had eight bars of pure steel lined out beneath his skin. His thighs didn't stay behind, his legs looked so big that they would crush her bones into dust if he stepped on her.
His fur was dark red, so dark that the color was barely noticeable, but it still had this distinctive shade to it, so it didn't really look black either. His eyes were yellow, almost glowing with cruelty and twisted amusement. The wide smirk on his face showed just how much she enjoyed seeing her almost tremble in front of her, but the only thing she could see in that smirk were those sharp teeth peeking behind his lips.
She had never seen someone as intimidating as the dark red wolf in front of her was. Her eyes quickly ran him up and down again, but there wasn't anything about him that wouldn't be huge. Even his damn balls and sheath was so big that it was standing out, as all the rippling muscle under his thick fur did. There was nothing about him that wouldn't be so distinctive and scary.
"What's wrong, little girl?" he asked, his voice deep, more of a rumbling growl filled with satisfaction and cruel amusement than a voice. It fit him perfectly, and the sheer sound of it made her already wounded spirit waver even more. She gritted her teeth and kept her legs from sulking back on their own, this wasn't the place or the time to back out.
"Nothing.... You... you don't scare me." she said, but her mildly shaking voice didn't make it sound as confident as she would've liked.
The wolf's chest rumbled as he roared in laughter. When he finally stopped and caught his breath again, he grabbed his large gloves and stuffed his massive fists into them, punching his fists together afterwards.
"Oh? You're shaking all over. You should run while you still have the chance." he growled out mockingly again, not moving from his spot. The people all around them roared in laughter at his words, whistling and yelling unintelligible words at the bunny.
"You will be the one running away!" she yelled back at him, trying to encourage herself before the fight. She kept telling herself that she can win. He was just overly large, that was all. She was much faster than he was, she would surely defeat him! She just had to wait for him to attack and use that moment to her advantage.
There was no referee in those matches, because even the hits 'under the belt' and other dirty tactics were permitted. With no one to start the match, they really just waited for each other to attack first.
"Silly girl... I'll take you out in one hit." the male replied, baring his white teeth at her. Her heart pounded, filling her ears with the dreadful thumps, all the other noises almost fading to the background. She shivered a little and took her stance, to steady her uneasy body. She had never faced such an opponent that would throw her off balance like that simply by his appearance, and she still couldn't accept this was actually happening. The place that always made her feel comfortable suddenly seemed hostile, filled by the wolf's intimidating presence.
When the first hit came, she didn't even know what happened. One second the tall male was standing still, and the other his glove made a horrendous impact with her head. She didn't even have time to lift her arms in defense and she was already flying backwards, seeing nothing but blackness and stars in front of her eyes.
Her back hit the ropes, and after stretching to some point, they sent her stumbling towards the massive enemy. She just gasped for air and held her throbbing head, quickly stopping in her tracks. The hit just came out of nowhere. How was it possible? He is so big, there is no way he would be so fast! But she barely even saw him move, it was as if all that muscle didn't slow him down at all, it only made him faster and so fearfully powerful.
"Oh?" the wolf cocked his eyebrow, smirking. "Didn't think you'd stay on your feet." he said and chuckled menacingly. "Well, no matter. You're finished either way."
He moved forward, his right fist shooting up in an uppercut like an angry snake. The bunny was prepared for his speed this time though, and with a little huff, she threw her body to the left. Evading the glove by mere inches, she felt the air produced by the swing brush against her fur - he wasn't kidding, if that hit her, she would be lucky to even still be in one piece.
The last remains of her hopes returned to her when she saw an opening - his exposed left side. She quickly punched him two times and was about to retreat behind him, but suddenly his huge left elbow hit her back like a sledgehammer.
A yelp caused by both pain and surprise left her as she stumbled towards the ropes on the other end of the ring. She was caught off guard again, how was that possible? He had his side clearly exposed and she landed two successful hits, yet it seemed like he barely felt them. He just showed his elbow into her back with such a force that she was surprised it wasn't broken - it surely hurt like hell though.
The bunny quickly spun around, expecting another hit, but the wolf just stood there with a smug expression on his face. Her back and her head hurt, but she was far from giving up. Her whole body was surging with adrenaline that pushed out all the fear, the only thing she wanted was to fight. No, the only thing she wanted was to win.
She let the force of the hit she just took push her all the way to the ropes again, leaning against them and using them to hurl herself at the male. She ran at him with a fierce cry, quickly dodging to the side when he attempted to punch her again. Almost dropping onto her four, she threw herself off track as far as she could, while circling back around him again, moving as fast as she could.
Her plan worked. He didn't turn around in time. Either he was so confident with himself that he didn't even bother, or he wasn't as fast as she thought he was. When she was behind him, she stomped the back of his knee as hard as she could. This would of course be unforgivable in normal boxing, but this was far from that. Pretty much everything was allowed in here, much worse things than she just did.
With a surprised huff, the wolf fell onto his knee. He smashed his massive arm behind him, but she knew it was coming and evaded it rather easily. Now that he was down to his knee, she was about on the same eye level as he was - which was exactly what she needed.
The bunny leapt into the air and wrapped her arm tightly around his impossibly thick neck in a strong grapple, starting to attack his head mindlessly in a barrage of fast punches. She let out an angry scream, punching the side of his face as hard as she could, and even though she had the gloves on, it would surely hurt. All the people that got trapped into this grapple got hurt more or less, and it always provided an advantage, even if a little one and just for a little while - but that was the exact thing she needed.
Suddenly, the wolf growled out in mild annoyance and stood up, as if she was just some kind of a nuisance. If this technique worked on normal people, he surely wasn't normal at all, as it seemed to have no effect on him at all. She was about to slip down from him and retreat, but his punch was faster. A loud, pained yelp left her when he punched her straight in the face again. Her arms went limp and she was thrown off of him again, landing straight onto one of the poles supporting the ropes. She hit her head so hard that she almost blacked out right on the spot, but she clung to her consciousness as if her whole life depended on it.
The girl sat on the floor, leaning against the pole in the exact position she landed in. She felt like someone was bashing her brain with a hammer, like her heart was pounding burning acid into her head. Wave after wave of pain, she had a massive headache. It was like her head was to explode any second, and her back felt almost like it was broken. Her arms lay limply beside her, as all the strength was fading from her muscles.
When she noticed the metal taste in her mouth, she realized she was bleeding. She didn't know from where, but it had to be somewhere on her face, as she could feel the odd dampness on it, and the blood was getting into her mouth as well. She saw black spots whirling around in her vision as unconsciousness still attempted to grab a hold of her, and it was slowly succeeding, when-
A huge paw suddenly grabbed her by her arm. The wolf took off his glove, and it made him all that more deadly. She didn't have the strength to fight back, she was barely keeping herself conscious, though when the wolf lifted her into the air and flung her back to the ground, she wished she didn't.
The fact that she was going to crash against the matt didn't bother at all, but when she heard a loud crack, and an almost unbearable surge of pain engulfed her arm, she screamed in pain and fear. His grip was so hard that he had accidentally broken her arm, when he smashed her against the floor like that.
Grunting and gasping with a shaky voice, she started to crawl towards the ropes again, intending to at least help herself to her feet, but the wolf was faster again.
"You're so weak." he muttered, both smugness and annoyance mixed within his deep tone. His monstrous paw shot forward again and gripped her by her ponytail. He didn't intent to wait for her to get up herself and simply pulled her up.
"Fighting you wasn't fun at all. I know what will be fun, though." he then added, even more evilness creeping into his cruel voice. She was unable to say anything. She just gasped and wiggled, yelling as she was pulled up in such a harsh way. The sounds of the crowd started to slowly get to her again. The spectators were roaring in excitement. They were cheering for the wolf, hungry to see more. They didn't care for the losers, the one that was winning was the only one they had interest in.
She didn't have much time to study the people though, as she was put to her feet. Before she could even start to scramble away, the wolf threw away his gloves entirely and gripped her by her waist with a chuckle. Or rather, he grabbed her by her butt.
Her heart almost stopped beating when she was slowly putting together what he was about to do. When she looked back at him, she saw the lustful fire in his yellow hues. Her gaze went down over the wide smirk, all the way down over his muscled chest to his crotch. She gulped when she saw that massive length of his.
Like his body, his cock was huge as well. It was long and thick, pulsating with need. She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he only squeezed her even harder, a possessive growl escaping his curled lips, as his white teeth peeked at her from his maw again.
She couldn't do anything to save herself. Almost all her strength was gone, and she had no chance against the massive male. She turned her head back and looked at the people helplessly, but what she saw deprived her even of the tiny flame of hope that was slowly dying within her. All of them cheered for the male. They wanted to see what was coming. They wanted to see her get raped.
The girl closed her eyes tightly and held completely still in his grip, trying to prepare for what was to come.
"Good girl." growled the wolf into her ear from her back. He held her with his paws and for a moment, she thought nothing was going to happen, but then he made his move.
A loud yelp left her and her eyes shot open when his massive length got violently buried between her legs. Without any hesitation, the male pushed his whole thick length between her nether lips, parting them and stretching her walls wide as nothing else did.
She shuddered in his grip violently, crying out both in pain and pleasure at the same time, as the impossibly large meat made its way into her tight tunnel, forcing the walls apart with its thick shape. Her body was shuddering and twitching as the length went deeper, loud gasps and cries leaving her.
The bunny stared in front of herself blankly, biting onto her lip, trying to keep quiet. She couldn't believe what was happening. A while back, she was walking into the ring, all confident, and now, she was being raped in front of the whole crowd. She shivered and closed her eyes tight again, wishing he would just leave her alone.
But he didn't. The wolf was harsh. He didn't waste any time with being slow or gentle, he simply pulled himself out of her and slammed his throbbing length into her tight passage again. His strong grip didn't loosen one bit, he just continued to rock her forward and backwards, as he continued to bluntly fuck her in front of hundreds of people.
For the girl, the worst part about all this was that not only the pain was soon gone, but that pleasure was quickly overflowing her whole mind. She didn't want to enjoy it. She hated being raped against her own will, humiliated in front of so many spectators. She was supposed to beat this stupid guy, yet he completely wiped the floor with her and now he even was claiming his prize, raping her like nobody's business.
She continued to rather scream than moan, trying to struggle within his grip again, but it was no use. Her whole body was going limper the more he pounded her snatch with his throbbing wolfhood. She was continuously penetrated with such a force and speed that her whole body was hit with a spasm after spasm of shocks, yanking her whole figure around in his paws.
The wolf was grunting and growling behind her the whole time, and since she had nothing else she could do, she at least grabbed onto the pole in the corner of the ring that she was pushed against. She bit onto the ropes, muffling her cries that the cock within her coaxed out, trying to endure the pain that was constantly seeping from her arm and from the way she was violently pushed against the corner as he mercilessly thrust into her with all the muscle. Though there was one more thing that she was fighting, but it was a fight she lost already. She was unable to endure the pleasure, which despite her not liking what was happening to her at all, kept coming. It was a reflex she couldn't control, and before she knew it, she yelled so loud that if it wasn't for the rope in her maw, it would silence even all the cheering spectators.
Her walls clenched around his shaft as the unwanted orgasm hit her, hurling her body through yet another fit of spasms and shocks. She squirmed there on the ropes helplessly, while the male just growled louder and kept on going, harder and faster with each thrust.
This went on for a little longer, though the bunny didn't move at all now. She was hanging on a tiny strand, the only thing holding her awake and conscious. She didn't move at all when the wolf suddenly roared and slammed himself into her so hard that he nearly crushed her against the pole.
When his shaft exploded with his thick seed however, he quickly pulled out. She just squirmed there again when the cum started to sprout all over her back and legs, some of it leaking out of her violated rose, because it had time to pump into her even before he had time to pull out.
She was glad that he did though, as not even a second after his penis left her, a knot started to even widen it, inflating the cock somewhere near the base. If he was a second slower, they would be tied together for who knew for how long, and it apparently was enough that it would bother the male - she didn't see any other explanation why would the wolf do it.
With a happy sigh and a cruel chuckle, he stroked his wet meat and smirked behind her back. "Well, this was much better." he said in his usual growling voice, turning around slowly. "I look forward to.... fighting with you again." he then added mockingly and jumped out of the ring over the ropes, walking towards one of the doors, leaving her there in the corner, barely even holding onto the ropes.
She was still gasping for air and shaking all over her body, but for some reason, she was starting to feel better. She scrambled onto her feet, and with unsure steps, she stumbled out of the ring.
On her way back, she was thinking a lot, and her spirit was slowly enough returning to her again. She knew that he had something to look forward to, because this wasn't in any way her last battle. She didn't really mind what had happened that much, now that she thought back at it. Sure, it was a rape, but it could've been much worse. She enjoyed sex, and even in a situation like this, she still liked what was happening in the corner of her mind, and it confused her so much at first.
And the broken arm? "Meh." she said and chuckled a bit to herself, shaking her head. This wasn't the first time she had something broke, and this wasn't the first time she got injured in the ring either. It would only encourage her to practice more. She would practice hard and fight more fights, and one day, she would defeat the wolf, no matter the cost.
'Looking for the next fight with me, eh?' she thought sourly. She will make sure to make it a fight he will never forget.
Written for me by Vokoca. She is writing lots of stuff for free, and she did such a great job on this.