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Blue vs Blue: A boxing One-shot

A gift for Summer

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It had been a really big deal for a while now, the match coming up tonight at the Boxing Bunny club. Amazingly, the whole thing had been a big secret at first, and for a while, even Summer didn't know who she would be facing in the main event that night. But, for safety and marketing reasons, eventually the secret was revealed, and it became an even BIGGER selling point. Summer, the Boxing Bunny's most famous fighter, would be facing her (literally) biggest challenge ever, in the form of a rookie Pro Wrestler, a Blue Dragon by the name of Mitsozuka. People couldn't believe the size of the guy she would be boxing; seven feet tall, supposedly over 500 pounds, wings, horns, teeth and a tail. For the insurance people to even consent, on either side, Summer had to agree to wear protective headgear, even though this was going to be a 'friendly' match. Despite her initial protest, when tickets for attending that evening sold out in 24 hours, even Summer had to agree that taking a little danger out was worth the trade.

The week before the match, Summer, Miki the mouse referee, Mitso, and his manager, all got together to lay down the ground rules for the match. 4 round breaks, and round 5 would see a winner by knockout or otherwise. No punches would be disallowed, but neither of them could be counted out due to a low blow before round 5, a rule that took some convincing for Summer to agree to. In exchange for that rule, the dragon's corner had to provide a 'fluffer' to keep him at maximum arousal for their match, which he was reluctant about at first, but didn't say anything. It would in fact be a Boxing match, even though the larger male had no formal training in pugilism, so no grappling or non-fist attacks to the bunny would be permitted. Summer actually protested a little in that regard, but once more, the insurance people wouldn't let her go full contact MMA against someone 7 weight classes bigger than her. However, those formalities taken care of, there wasn't much else needed, so Summer invited the dragon to the gym at the Boxing Bunny for a little workout time, which he agreed to politely.

Seeing the larger male in action made Miki nervous, but it excited Summer to no end. Watching him shovel hook after hook into the body area of the heavy bag, shifting it and the trainer holding it several inches with each punch made her grin ear to ear practically. 'He has no style, really,' she thought to herself, 'but neither too does a hammer, right?' The trainers were giving him a crash course in boxing basics, having Summer, fully nude of course, demonstrate a few things that words couldn't properly express. This drew Summer's favorite reaction she got from any male from the large, blue beast; the sight of her taut, nude form aroused him, and once more, a Hammer metaphor crawled into Summer's mind. He wasn't too shy about it, but the bit more than seven inches jutting away from his body would put some males of greater length to shame, with a girth she had rarely ever before seen. She had to partially restrain herself from staring too much. Below that proud, red thing, a stark contrast to his otherwise blue form, hung two fairly weighty orbs, and Summer reckoned the each of those sources of his maleness would probably be a decent handful for a girl her size. 'So much the better,' she thought again, 'as they present a good sized target that way.'

The sparring session the dragon had with one of the other Male regulars only told more of the same story. He lacked finesse, and his style more resembled someone in a street fight than a boxing ring, but even with the body armor on, every swing shook his sparring partner from head to toe, and several direct hits actually physically moved the poor guy. Right before Miki called time up, Mitso landed a combo of surprising quickness for a dude his size, a left to the body and a right to the head, the latter of which upended the wolf he was sparring and deposited him on the canvas. Summer counted in her head, and even with help up, the wolf was down for far longer than Miki's average 10 count... and he had been *fully* armored. Summer was renowned for being a very tough bunny... but even she had to wonder if she had bitten off a bit too much this time.

Several days went by quickly, the dragon showing up to train and spar each one of them until Thursday, when his manager phoned and said he was taking a day off before the big fight to loosen back up, and would be at the Boxing Bunny and ready for action the following night as scheduled.

Local sports analysts called it a silly decision and a total publicity stunt on Summer's part, fighting a guy who was so much bigger than her. Considering that hers was the only club in creation known for Nude boxing, though, the idea of needing publicity stunts was generally laughable to the patrons and staff.

The night of the fight arrived, and Summer and her corner crew were backstage, loosening her up, taping up wrists and hands, and making sure Summer could see in the damn headgear. It bothered her ears a bit, but she just sighed and resigned herself to deal with it. In the cool air of the backstage area, Summer's nipples were standing hard, both from the temperature, and in slight arousal at the thought of the utterly amazing fight to come. Red gloves and red headgear, and a smile over her mouth guard would be all Summer Bunny would be wearing to the ring shortly.

The dragon's backstage room was of similar air, the larger male sitting in quiet contemplation and preparation while his trainers worked to loosen the muscle under his scales. He was tough as nails, and in all around very good shape, but this would be his first ever Boxing match, and in the nude... well, to put it lightly, his manager was worried that Summer's trademark 'Love tap' would jeopardize his client's future offspring potential. The dragon had considered this fact and was purportedly unconcerned. His gloves were hunter green, and after 3 rolls of tape, he was taped up, wrists and ankles for support as well as hands, and gloved. He and his corner crew, including a cute little feline fan who had been tapped to act as his fluffer, made their way to the ring, followed shortly by Summer and her entourage. Miki met them in the ring, looking cute and perky as ever, and after the announcer was finished, she called them to the center.

"Okay, Summer, Mitso, you two have already been read the rules, so we're just going to repeat a few here. Watch the kidney punches, we don't want any serious injuries, watch the feet, we don't need broken toes. Low blows will not constitute a knockdown until round five, and there will be no time limit on round five, so there will be a winner one way or another. If there is a knockdown otherwise, you will go to a corner I tell you and then come out fighting. Standing 8 count is in effect, there's no 3 knockdown rule, and you can be saved by the bell in any round but the fifth. As per the insurance's ruling, if there is suspicion of serious injury, the fight will be stopped and declared a draw, do you understand these rules?" Both fighters nodded quickly. "Then go to your corners and come out fighting at the bell, good luck to you both." Summer and Mitso quickly exchanged glove taps, and backed away. Summer had no intention of fighting too hard in round one, wanting to gauge her foe's ability first. The bell sounded and the two blue boxers began to circle.

The dragon obviously had heavy feet, and though he was a decently fast sprinter, Summer's in-ring speed was obviously much better, and for the first bit of round one, she dipped and swerved into range, landed a quick jab or fast one-two combo, and ducked back away before Mitso could counterattack. They both knew that Summer would likely get clobbered if she stood toe-to-toe with him, but that knowledge didn't seem to stop the dragon from trying to get her to do just that. Sweeping haymaker hooks from either hand followed Summer any time she ducked to the side, and though he wasn't landing anything, every time he whiffed the crowd audibly inhaled, all of them sure that Summer was but one lucky punch away from hitting the canvas but good. About halfway in, Summer tried to get by the dragon again, only to be met on her left side by his right fist, coming in about waist high. She 'oof'ed loudly, and stumbled back a little, and before she had time to recover, a second punch was inbound. Summer dropped her elbows to guard her body, but that didn't help too much as the left hook hit like a twenty pound medicine ball from 10 feet anyway. Summer's mind registered that another hit of that caliber so quickly was going to make her life much harder, so when the dragon's right came back, she ducked under it, and wrapped her arms around his waist... which smushed his warm, stiff prick nicely between her soft, furry breasts. He recoiled on instinct, which made it look like Summer was pushing him back, but once they got to ring's center, Miki broke them up. As she did, Summer winked up at the larger male and licked her lips, which drew a confused look from him. For what was left of round one, Summer went back to dancing in and out, only taking a single further glancing shot to her left shoulder, which was sore already, but still working. Undoubtedly, the first round belonged to the bunny as the bell rang.

In the dragon's corner, his corner crew worked to cool his muscles down, while the young feline fluffer softly stroked and licked his shaft back to full arousal, a task made infinitely easier by the blue bunny across the ring coyly flashing her slightly moistened sex at him the entire time.

Summer's corner buzzed with her crew telling her she was doing okay but that she couldn't afford to keep toying with the bigger male, and needed to start thinking about putting him away. To that end, Summer actually rubbed her right glove against her lightly dribbling sex, and grinned wickedly. 'This round,' she thought, 'I'll play with him a bit more, distract his nose with my right, and then lay him out with the Love Tap.'

The bell for round two rang, and the two were instantly in each other's faces center ring. Summer was ducking and weaving through the dragon's slower punches, tagging his body, chest and neck with her left here and there. After the bigger male missed a hard left over her head, Summer popped up and socked the bigger male right on the end of his muzzle with her moistened right glove, which instantly distracted him long enough for him not to notice her left hand swinging low. A loud slap and a groan of empathy from every guy in attendance followed, but to everyone's shock, the dragon did not fall. He stumbled back, one hand over his nose and the other over his crotch, but after a moment, he stood back up straight... and smiled at the bunny across the ring. Summer found herself taken aback, and put her gloves up again, not sure what to expect. Every other guy she had fought up to this point had at *least* gone to his knees from the Love Tap, but now this guy had gotten busted and was coming at her again. Summer could see his left hand trying to wipe away her scent from his nose, albeit unsuccessfully, even as he closed in again. He swung, faster a bit than before, she dodged. He swung again, she dodged again. He swung a third time, but this time she had nowhere to dodge, and took a full force left punch to the gut. The wind rushed out of her lungs, and little sparkles danced on the edge of her vision for a moment, a problem only compounded when his right came up from below the Mason-Dixon Line and caught her right under the chin piece of her helmet. The world spun, and Summer felt the canvas at her back. Before Miki had reached four, Summer was on her feet, and was thanking her stars for the helmet, as a shot like that to her jaw might have rattled her brains directly out of her skull. The eight count was reached, and the dance began anew, Summer doing her best to keep away from the obviously 'heated' dragon for the remaining seconds. However, right at the end, Summer ducked in again, and without even thinking about it, brought the thumb edge of her right glove up into the dragon's balls again, which drew a pained roar from the larger male, who again stumbled away, ironically right into his corner, just as the bell rang again.

Summer's corner again buzzed, her crew doing their best to make sure she was okay, and her trying to assure them she was fine. She kept lightly rubbing around her heated sex with her right glove, teasing her opponent across the way and smiling coyly. Despite knowing he had won that round, Summer was actually quite hyped by the fact her foe was quite an atypical male, and only seemed to fight all the harder once she had jingled his bells a little. 'This is only going to get better...' She thought, licking her lips in anticipation.

In the dragon's corner, he actually sent the fluffer girl back to her seat, as he was still rock hard. This was from a combination of factors, not the least of which being Summer's warm, spicy scent still clinging to his oversensitive nostrils. He wanted her now, more than he had ever wanted any woman, and if this had been a wrestling match, he would simply have pinned her and had his merry way with her... but this was not the case. His corner crew were worried about his nuts, but he told them to focus on stopping the slight nosebleed Summer's right cross had given him.

Round three began, and without much warning, Summer found herself in a surprising amount of pain very quickly, and her back in the corner. The dragon had darted at her and clipped her hands with a left aimed at her head, clocked her left arm again with a right hook, and then had slipped a vicious left uppercut under her guard which hit her right breast full force. In the space of time it took Summer's body to finish processing that, she had swiped a right hook at the dragon's crotch, but had only hit the top half of his rigid member, and in the moment it took him to grunt and recoil a bit, Summer's left hand had shot upward from her waistline, and clocked him directly under the chin. Now, mouth guard or not, getting hit with an uppercut when your jaw is lowered tends to hurt, and so precise was Summer's punch, that after a pair of stumbling backward steps, the dragon found himself on the canvas. While the crowd was busy losing their collective minds, Summer was rubbing her right breast gingerly in the corner. She was grinning at the familiar ache of a bruise forming under the lower half of the areola, as well as under the whole underside of her pert, perky D-cup. Miki's count was up to six when the dragon found his feet, and by Eight, he was smiling at Summer again. Miki called the fight back on, and once again the dragon advanced on Summer quickly, though this time, not with his fists. He quite effectively tied her up, pinning her between his body and the turnbuckle for a moment, still smiling.

"I want you... now..." The dragon said with a low growl as Summer's body wriggled beneath him, her belly rubbing against the underside of his dribbling dick.

"I know, you naughty dragon..." Summer cooed back, purposefully rubbing herself teasingly against his shaft as they embraced in the corner.

Miki, only doing her job, had to break up the little titillation session, sending the dragon back to the opposing corner, and then calling them back out to fight. Summer came in, and with surprising speed, once more tagged the bigger male right on the end of his muzzle with a right hand. More surprising however to her, was the fact the dragon's left hand had swung up in that same moment, and caught her directly in the vulva, sending pain sparkles from her knees to her scalp. Her right hand instinctively dropped for a moment to cover her battered mons, which left her other breast open for just long enough for the dragon's right hand to hook around and smush it painfully against her chest. Summer stumbled back, arms up again covering her sore tits, a mistake which she immediately regretted somewhat. As she came back off the ropes, the dragon's right hand was swinging up again, under the Mason-Dixon Line this time, to repeat the performance of his left. Her crotch exploded with fiery pain again, and a whorish, pained moan left Summer's body as she crumpled up around her crotch, writhing on the canvas in a perverse mixture of pain and bliss. She couldn't explain why or how, but the second low blow had somehow set off an orgasm, leaving her a gooey mess on the floor for nearly a minute. The rules, being the rules, stated this could not be treated as a knockdown, so while it took her almost a minute and a half to regain her feet, the match timer had stopped, and eventually Miki said she was fit to continue, after Summer had pulled her into a momentary makeout session in the corner. Summer stood, and the round continued finally. The dragon didn't swing low again the rest of the round, and though Summer seemingly tried, she only ever succeeded in knocking the larger male's cock around some. The bell rang, ending round three, Summer having technically won the round, despite being a good bit worse for wear.

The dragon's corner busily worked again to stop the bleeding from his left nostril so he could breathe easier, while the dragon himself stroked his aching shaft lightly, staring daggers at the bunny across the ring and smiling lightly.

Summer's corner worked quickly to do what they could about the injuries the boxing bunny had sustained in one of the most brutal rounds in recent memory. Her left breast was swelling from bruising, and her nipple was actually bleeding a little from the impact. Her right wasn't faring much better, the whole underside slightly swollen and very tender. Her left arm looked terrible, having taken far too many hard hits from the dragon's dominant right hand, though on inspection, it too was only bruised, not broken. Far more concerning was the ugly bruise that was forming over Summer's entire groin area, and though her corner was concerned her pubic bone might have been bruised or fractured, Summer told them she wanted to keep fighting. Before they had much time to argue, the whistle blew signaling round 4 was about to begin. Summer's trainer encouraged her to start fighting dirty now, to try and sink herself an easy win in round 5 if she could survive that long.

Round four began, and both fighters started off grinning. That didn't last long. Summer came out with a hard, fast, straight left hand, which pounded both the bigger male's nuts against the base of his tail, and the dragon came out swinging for the fences, and planted his right hand in Summer's face like a potato in the summer fields. The dragon howled in uniquely male anguish, stumbling back and landing on his rear, gloved hands doing their best to cup his aching spuds. Summer hit the ropes back in her corner and fell to the canvas again. The crowd and Miki both were stunned for a moment, but the crowd then began roaring again, and Miki quickly walked over and began counting Summer down. Thankfully, the brief lapse in awareness had given Summer time enough to come back to her senses fully, and by five she was up again. Mitso, on the other hand, was not able to regain his footing for a couple more minutes, giving Summer's head plenty of time to clear of the punchy fog it had been in. When at last the dragon did find his feet again, he stood in a very guarded left-handed stance, his left hand covering his crotch as best it could, and his right hand forward. While this did save him from several more attempted ball-shots, it deflected them into his sore, and now lightly bruised, cock instead. Also, having only the one hand to punch with and defend the rest of himself, Summer actually took the offensive fully, and started boxing like a pro. She came in hard and fast, landing rapid combinations of punches to his stomach and solar plexus, and every time he'd try to swing at her, she'd duck or side step, and come back with a counter. To those watching, it was almost comical, the bunny nearly a full foot shorter than the seven foot dragon, standing there ducking his slow, heavy swings, then coming back up and socking him in the face two, three, four times unanswered. The dragon finally landed a punch, though, another hard hook into Summer's left shoulder, which surprisingly left her arm momentarily numb. After it dropped to her side a ways, she tried to get her right hand over her chest to guard her battered left breast, but to no avail. A swiping right uppercut caught the aching mound right under the nipple, knocking Summer back some. A straight right followed, slamming Summer's glove against that aching breast and sending the bunny into the corner. Summer fought desperately to get her left arm to respond, but to no avail, as the dragon pinned her in the corner, and brought both hands up to fight. A quick left cross knocked Summer's vision a little screwy, a quick right to the gut nearly doubled her over, another left uppercut pinned Summer's other breast against her body, and his right was coming back for what might have been the finishing blow. Summer, out of more blind instinct and desperation than skill, shot her right hand out, backhanding the dragon in the nuts. Even as his crotch lit up with pain again though, the dragon's right hand couldn't stop, and it too found its mark below the belt, pelting Summer's abused Mons with another hard shot, literally right as the bell rang. It took a few minutes to get both fighters back to their corners, and then the countdown to the final round began.

The dragon's corner was really worried about his balls having taken such a beating, and at his manager's insistence, the in-house medic came to take a look at both fighters, him first. However, despite a little swelling and slight bruise-like discoloration, the dragon was still 100% intact, despite saying he felt like he was going to puke.

Summer could commiserate with that feeling, that last low blow had felt like it had scrambled the femme fatale's eggs, but as with her foe, the doctor declared her clear to continue if she so chose. She did, of course. With a liberal application of some tiger balm and a bit of rubbing down, her corner crew also got Summer's left arm working again. Summer and her crew failed to notice a light trail of crimson staining her right labia majora and right inner thigh as she stood for the final round, but she would have gone out even if she had noticed.

Miki called the two contenders to center ring again, where they 'shook' gloves again, and backed away. Miki started the round, the bell rang, and like the first round, the two fighters began to circle. It had been twelve minutes of hell, broken up by their corners doing what they could to keep them fighting, and now, it was all a matter of time. The crowd was torn, it seemed, some chanting for the dragon, and others for the Boxing Bunny herself. Both fighters started the round off slow, the dragon stepping up to throw a punch, Summer either ducking or swaying away, sometime landing a shot or two as she moved, but neither of them very effective at first. The first one to land a meaningful punch was the dragon however, as he juked with his right hand, only to land about 60% of a straight left to Summer's face guard, which sent her reeling a bit, landing on her butt a few feet away. Miki came in counting, but Summer was on her feet in three, the punch only having stunned her a bit. Eight count reached, Miki started the fight again, and once more the circling began. Summer tried to come in for the kill as it were, but a little smooth hip work from the dragon turned her Love Tap into another ineffectual dick shot, and his counterpunch slammed his left hand into her right shoulder, starting her right arm aching like her left had been all night. For a while they danced like this, Summer trying to come in for a felling blow, and either withdrawing in time not to be hit, or missing because of the dragon's incoming counterattack. To both fighters, and everyone watching, it was obvious how the match would end, but nobody could tell who would win the exchange. The dragon had proven already that he was blessed in the area of testicular fortitude, and Summer's reputation as a tough customer too was well intact, so really it was anyone's guess as to who would win. Summer tried to draw the dragon into dropping his guard by slipping in to attack his body or head a few times, even landing a hard left cross to the dragon's jawline, which staggered him for a moment, but not long enough for Summer to Love Tap him to the mat. The dragon had learned much from just these four rounds fighting a boxer of Summer's caliber, and was showing noticeable improvement as a boxer, not falling for any of Summer's ploys. The bunny tagged the larger male on the end of his snout again, sending him stumbling back into the corner, but as she came in to perhaps end it, the dragon tied her up, rolling her into the turnbuckle, and once again rubbing his hot, aching pecker against her soft, furry belly. Miki barely had the heart to break them up, but she did so anyway, calling for them to continue fighting.

Both fighters were tired, sore all over, and ready for the night to be over. So, in an unspoken agreement, the two nodded lightly at each other and motioned to the other fighter what they intended to do with their final punch. The dragon swung a right cross at head level, and Summer of course swung her left hand up from thigh level, signaling her Love Tap. The dragon sighed, shook his head, and shrugged, smiling again for the first time this round. Summer too cracked a wry grin, and readied herself for pain.

The two hopped forward in sync, winding up as much chutzpah as they could into a single punch, and swung in perfect union. Summer watched as the dragon's massive fist barreled straight into her face, and the dragon bit down on, and nearly through, his mouth guard, as Summer's left hand found its targets with brutal accuracy.

The world spun again, and once more, Summer felt the canvas, this time, painfully squishing her breasts against her torso.

"...2!" Summer could hear Miki counting. She tried to raise her head to find the ropes. Her vision swam.

"...3!" Her arms wouldn't cooperate; she wanted to reach for the corner ropes.

"...4!" Her legs weren't helping matters either. They wouldn't bring her knees up under her.

"...5!" Man, did her head hurt now. She reckoned she might have a concussion.

"...6!" The lights were going down. How very dramatic, she thought.

"...7!" Summer tried to blink, wondering who would win if neither of them got up.

Summer woke up a couple of minutes later, sitting in her corner, with her trainer waving smelling salts under her nose. She tried to ask who had won, but her mouthpiece and headgear made her unintelligible. Both fighters were rushed quickly backstage, where the medics were waiting.

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Summer sat on the bench across from Mitso now, icepacks taped to her left shoulder and breast, as well as one seated on her lap. Despite having his own icepack resting lightly on his nuts, Mitso was still hard as a rock, but was now also blushing slightly as Summer kept staring without saying anything. He had been given a clean bill of health overall, while she had been diagnosed with a minor concussion, a lucky break, the doctor had said, considering the size and strength of her opponent. Why they were alone now, both still nude, in the medical room, was anybody's guess.

"So," Summer finally broke the silence. "One second, huh?"

"I beg your pardon?" Came the hoarse, baritone reply.

"You beat me by one second. You got to your knees and to your feet just as Miki was counting the 10." Summer smirked a little, not bitter, but pretending to be.

"Oh..." Mitso looked a little relieved, and nodded lightly. "Yeah. I didn't even realize you were still down until Miki was saying you were out."

"You know that means you owe me a rematch someday, right rookie?" Summer stuck her tongue out at the bigger male playfully.

"I-if you insist." Amusingly, the dragon sounded quite nervous at the prospect.

"Aww, poor baby." Summer teased him, setting the ice pack on her lap aside and taking the other two off. She stepped over toward the dragon softly, her now bare hands resting lightly on his thighs, teasingly close to his crotch. "Did the big, bad, bunny bruise baby's big ol' ballsies?" She couldn't help snickering at her own ridiculous ridiculing. "You sure those spuds of yours even still work after that beating?"

"I im-magine they're fine..." The dragon honestly looked and sounded a little afraid of the bunny in front of him, a fact which amused the horny female to no end. "Miss Summer, what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna guess nobody explained how fighting me works to you, did they rookie?" As the nervous male shook his head, Summer giggled. "It's not legally allowed to be put on paper as such, but there's an agreement between myself and those I fight. The winner... in this case, you, big guy... is allowed to do with the loser what he or she pleases." As she said this, she climbed up onto the bench, standing with her feet on either side of the dragon's thighs, her sore, bruised, dripping sex nearly at eye level for the male. "I guess I'm the loser, right? So what does the big, strong dragon want from little ole me?" She grinned down at him, almost evilly, and used one bare foot to nudge the ice pack away from his crotch.

The dragon, despite his desire to say something perhaps, said nothing, his eye twitching a little as Summer spoke. His gaze drifted downward then, to the bunny's abused pussy, and as if in a trance of sorts, lifted his hands to her ass, holding her softly but firmly. He slid his long, smooth tongue out to lick her slit slowly from base to tip, pausing to linger over her diamond hard little clit for several languorous moments before pulling away.

Summer's moan was cut off as she looked down at a sudden movement, the dragon moving to change position, and trying to move her as well. She grinned a little, and allowed herself to be laid down, along the padded bench of the medical room, and she spread her legs, eagerly allowing the dragon free reign over her. As he moved back in, licking, kissing and suckling at her deliciously achy sex, her hands moved up to knead her fingers softly into the battered flesh of her tits, her fingertips flicking lightly over her rock solid nipples. She moaned loudly, almost bucking herself off the bench as the dragon's long, talented tongue slid quickly into the deepest reaches of her needy puss, touching her in ways other men and even the most creative of toys could barely approach. Even if his technique was a little rushed, he made up for it in sheer voracity, his smooth, powerful oral appendage caressing her inner walls like a long-lost lover, and her spasming inner walls gripping and tugging it in carnal appreciation. Whether he had been eating her out for 5 minutes or 5 hours was unclear to her sex-addled senses, but with such panache did he devour her quivering treasure that she came in spectacular fashion in short order. Unlike many of her other lovers, however, he did not simply bring her up and let her ride it out. As she began to slope down from the peak of her bliss, his efforts suddenly redoubled, and before she could find her voice to protest, he had driven her back to the near peak, and seemingly only moments after her first orgasm, she came yet again, her body twitching and her sex leaking her honey freely around his invading tongue. As her muscles relaxed, and her breathing started to normalize again, Summer tried to reach for a word, but before she could, the tip of the dragon's tongue rasped quickly, twice, across her G-spot, while the tips of his teeth lightly brushed her agonizingly tender clit, causing the only thing to leave her mouth to be a high pitched squeak. Much to her disbelief, the dragon worked still harder, and without any remorse or sign of mercy, he firmly tongue-fucked her to yet another orgasm. This time, when she came, Summer couldn't even maintain muscle rigidity, and simply fell loose on the bench into a quivering, gooey puddle of bruises and fur. To her delight, the bigger male actually pulled away at this point, licking his lips in a satisfied manner.

"I have to admit, Summer..." The dragon leaned in, whispering in a husky, sensual tone. "Your poor, lovely, abused puss tastes absolutely amazing." He winked at her lightly. "I envy Miki."

"Oooooh you ruthless, naughty boy..." Summer finally found her voice, though a little hoarse. "That tongue of yours is meaner than your fists..." She whimpered playfully, laying there limp and pouting her lower lip as she spoke. "Look at me, I'm helpless against you now. I couldn't hope to defend myself against you..." She pouted a moment more, then smiled and winked at the larger male again.

"Heh, well if you think you're getting off easy by pulling the helpless little girl card, you are..." He reached up with one hand, unseen, and gave the bunny's tender, throbbing clit a light, quick pinch between his thumb and forefinger. "...sorely mistaken, Summer."

"OOOH!" Summer couldn't help flinching her entire body around the painful yet exhilarating pinch. As the pain resided, Summer shivered and half-frowned at the dragon. "You are a very naughty boy... and if you keep that up, I may have to sock you in those big, juicy nuts of yours again for good measure."

"Is that so?" The dragon smirked impishly down at the sexy, yet still intimidating, female, and shifted himself a bit. He picked up Summer's right leg, raising it up and rolling her onto her side a little, and positioning himself so the tip of his thick, dribbling shaft rested right against her quivering, tender netherlips. "Well, if you're so intent on pounding on them, I guess I better get a little more use out of them before then... and do a little pounding of my own first." He smirked a little, and softly pushed his tip into her.

The dragon's shaft wasn't the biggest Summer had ever had, in either length or girth, but when stacked on top of the rigorous bout of cunnilingus she had just endured, he felt enormous. Despite that, he had very little trouble sliding himself into the boxing bunny's hot, quivering sex, and even gave a light shudder of his own as his sore testicles bounced lightly off Summer's toned furry tush. He shuddered again as her tail gave a light twitch and tickled the underside of his nuts, and withdrew a bit out of reflex. Summer found her strength again, and quickly hooked her legs around his waist, drawing him back in fully, and also quickly sat up, grabbing the dragon around the neck, and pulling him down into a kiss. Her tongue speared into his mouth quickly, though proceeded gently from there upon feeling the tips of his sharp teeth. He returned the gesture by sliding their tongues back into her mouth, where they danced and wrestled for what could have been several long, heated minutes. An instinctual kick in the back of Mitso's mind drove him to pull away with his hips again, and as he thrusted back in slowly, Summer broke the kiss with a loud, blissful moan. Again he pulled away, came back, and was treated to his bunny lover moaning with delight. So it went, this rhythm, a soft, graceful series of sexual sounds and motions, but for how long neither could be sure. At one point, Summer reached down and grabbed his right hand and pulled it up to her sore, bruised left breast, which he began to rub, caress, and knead softly. His dulled claws on his hand flicked teasingly over her painfully hard nipple, each time drawing a tiny gasp of both pain and pleasure from the kinky, horny bunny girl beneath him. To her surprise, shortly after that she felt something warm and wet on her other breast, and when she looked down, she saw that dragon's long, talented tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking gently and teasingly at her less-thrashed nipple, and the gentle contact was enough to break the proverbial camel's back. Summer, for the fourth time since they had started, came again, not quite as spectacularly as the first or second time, but to her, it was much more intense. Her arms, legs, and every one of her inner muscles pulled the dragon tightly against her, refusing to let him so much as budge until her climax had passed its peak.

"Not done..." She panted, to which he nodded lightly. "Keep going."

The dragon didn't need to be told twice, though a quick change of position was called for, it seemed. With a quick shuffle, Summer was on her hands and knees on the bench in front of the dragon, who had one foot on the floor and the other knee on the bench between Summer's calves. The two of them worked in sync as the dragon pushed himself back into her; her rocking lightly back and forth, and his hips gyrating to meet hers as they came back. It was hot in the room, hotter than it was when they started, and things had gotten quite messy, with their combined love juices dribbled and strewn all over them both as well as the bench. Despite this, neither of them cared, both utterly lost in the mind-numbingly fantastic fuck they were sharing. The dragon knew this would be the first, last and only time he would be able to get with Summer like this for a long time, so he was fighting as hard as he could to make the most of it. However, his resolve was wearing out, and Summer's wonderful, pleasantly tight pussy was milking him like a machine, so he knew he couldn't last much longer. Summer too, was faltering a bit, she'd gotten the snot beaten out of her in the ring, and even though she maybe could've dealt with just that, she had also had four earth-shaking orgasms already, and even her legendary sexual stamina had its limits.

"Summer..." The dragon groaned, almost as if on cue. "I'm... getting real close."

"Nnngh, yeah..." Summer replied around a half-bitten lower lip. "Me too, big guy..."

The dragon sighed, his resolve gone, and his own climax building too fast to stop. In one final move to finish things off, the dragon leaned over the smaller female below him, and wrapped his hands lightly, but firmly, around her breasts, and his mouth lightly down on her shoulder. As he bit down a little, Summer cried out, half in surprise, but also half in bliss, as she came for the fifth and final time, her body basically shutting down around the dragon, locking him deep inside her. With a groan and a few more meager jerks of his hips, the dragon too was overcome by his climax, his shaft spurting several hot, thick, creamy loads of draconic seed deep into his bunny lover's waiting insides.

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A little snuggling time, both on the bench and in the showers after, and a little redressing of a dragon later, and both Summer and Mitso were all business again.

"So, when do you think you'll be up for that rematch, tough guy?" Summer said, playfully tapping the dragon on the crotch with the back of her hand.

"Just call me up as soon as the doc says you've recovered from that concussion, Bunny babe." The dragon surprised her with his speed, sneaking a full-hand grope of her still-nude crotch before she could move to stop him.

"Hang on..." Summer stopped, the two of them alone in the gym area of the Boxing Bunny. "How did you do that? For that matter, you seemed to get faster during the match every time I socked you in the balls, how does THAT work?" She puzzled it over a bit as the dragon stood, smiling at her as he had in the ring. "Humor me, Mitso. Hit that heavy bag there as hard as you hit me on that final exchange." He did so, causing the bag to sway nicely. "Okay, now really lay into it, hit it as hard and fast as you c-" as she said this, the dragon whirled on the bag, putting his whole body behind the blow, and knocking the entire bag, and the hook it was hanging from, a couple of feet away. "-an... Whuh... wait, if you were really *that* strong and *that* fast the whole time..." Summer shook her head in confusion. "Why did you let me dance around you like I did the whole match?!"

"Well," the dragon laughed as he picked the bag up and set it against the nearby wall. "For one thing, not many guys can take a beating like I can, especially not to the nuts. If I had been a normal guy, you probably would have scrambled my eggs for good with that last punch. For another thing..." He leaned down and kissed Summer lightly on the nose. "...you're a very sexy woman, and you obviously like your pain kinky. It's rare to find a girl who likes taking a low blow as much as she likes giving one, and rarer still to find one who likes getting and giving low blows as much as I do to boot." He grinned and started to walk off. "Besides, if I had come in like big billy badass this time, there wouldn't be any room for me to improve in the sequel, would there?"

Summer busted out laughing, unable to stop giggling at what the dragon had said until she fell asleep, in bed with Miki, several hours later.

**Fin.**