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Jemma rubbed her breast and winced. There was nothing erotic about the touch. She was bruised and sore, and the snake in the opposing corner was to blame. Topless boxing may have paid the bills, but it was hell on the girls involved. Jemma was a twenty-four-year-old Jolteon with an athletic figure, a hard stomach, C-cup breasts and a flair for boxing. Topless boxing had barely beaten out a stint as a stripper. She wrongly thought when she signed on that the boxing was all staged, and she justified her choice now by telling anybody would listen that stripping is terrible on the joints. She did, however, enjoy the fact that as a boxer, she could punch men in the face and not get fired over it.

Jemma sipped the water her coach offered and let him sop the sweat from her brow. "You're doing great, kid, he's lookin' like a sack of raw meat over there," the coach effused. He patted her shoulder and asked, "Ya gonna be all right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine," Jemma puffed.

Zavis may have looked rough with his bruises and swollen hide, but he had a few years of experience on the young lady. That he wasn't being paid as much as Jemma didn't bother him because he was saddled with the perverse duty of smacking girls around to keep them jiggling. The fact that it was a straight fight didn't matter much to the horny men in the crowd. Whether they wanted to see some violence or nipples or a combination thereof, they got their money's worth.

The bell rang and the mottled brown snake thrust himself up to his feet. He juked and bounced his way up to the middle. Jemma tiredly dragged her ass up to meet him and they tapped gloves. He grinned, "You're not looking so hot, honey. Y'wanna call it off and come back home with me?"

"Fuck off," Jemma growled with a grin on her face. The fur on the back of her neck spiked up and though it was hard to see for the flood lighting, arcs of electricity danced between the follicles She lashed with a mean left hook and caught Zavis nearly off-guard. He fell with the strike and instead of a drilling blow, she only glanced her padded fist off his snout.

The snake saw the perfect opportunity and he took it. A quick jab into Jemma's armpit winded her, and it probably bruised a kidney. She fell to her knees and tried to stand but the punch left her staggering. Zavis closed in and bopped her between the eyes to get her to put her fists up again. This also exposed her breasts which Zavis swung for from the side. They bounced like clackers and the Jolteon yowled and cupped herself, feeling pain and indignity in equal flares. She knew her face was vulnerable but her breasts were so offensively sore that she let the snake punch her in the jaw when he went for it.

Jemma staggered back into the turnbuckle and winced from all her bruises. Zavis closed in and gave her a few more good thumps for the sake of it. He said to her with a hiss inaudible to the whooping crowd, "You lost, babe. Give it up."

"Yeah, yeah," Jemma growled, leaning against the ropes. "Make it look convincing."

A fake knockout punch; Zavis was familiar with the concept. The fighting was real but the girl was tired, and the show had to go on. This, however, was topless titty boxing and the lewd snake had another idea. Grinning big and wide, he shucked the gloves off then yanked down his shorts and Jemma's. The thrill of the fight and the view of Jemma's bouncing jugs left him with a boner through most of the match which he now put to good use. Pushing Jemma into the turnbuckle and holding her hips, Zavis plowed it right into her cunt.

The referee watched helplessly. He wouldn't dare stop a live sex act. The crowd would crucify him and he knew it.

Too tired to fight, Jemma let herself be slack over the turnbuckle. The snake whispered into her ear, "Make it look convincing, moan and push back a little."

"You son of a bitch," Jemma said dryly as she tiredly shoved her ass back. That wasn't bruised, at least. "Touch my tits, though, and I'm gonna kill you."

Zavis started rutting the Jolteon with harsh, quick bucks. His balls hung low and sweat dripped off of them like it did from the rest of his sore hide. Even with so many bruises and aches, he fucked Jemma like a bright young stud. He stroked her sore belly somewhat but neglected her breasts. Speedbagging them was fun but groping something so bruised in the middle of a lay was a mean joke. He flitted his tongue into her ear and teased, "I'd be a fucking liar if I said you weren't just about the wettest girl I'd ever fucked."

"Shut the fuck up, Zavis," Jemma tightly warned. Her hackles spiked again and the snake felt her ambient voltage tingling in his wet hide. It added to the thrill and he ignored the danger.

"No, I'm serious, you're fucking slick," he snickered. "You must be a real masochist if you get off on being beaten up..."

Still Zavis went on fucking the fine Jolteon, smacking his hips into her supple ass over and over again. She crooned and panted though lightly and she felt the pleasure mounting as quickly as her ire. She reached back with a paw still in its glove and patted the snake's ass. "I mean it, you goofy snake," she hissed. "I'll fucking... I'll--," she grunted. "God, I hate you."

"Yeah, but you lo-o-ove the D," Zavis chuckled. He draped himself over Jemma and pressed her tits against the top rope. She gasped and whined but the snake ignored it. He was starting to bear down, bucking harder and at a pace his tired body couldn't sustain for long. The sweat which already covered his hide was growing thicker. It dripped off of his elbows, balls, snout, tail; all of his hide was damp and he was flush to the Jolteon.

A low rumble of a growl shook Jemma's body but was paid no mind by Zavis. She clenched down around his cold cock and even her vaginal walls started to give off that dangerous tingle of electricity. It occurred to her with a suddenly wicked smile that Zavis had clearly never fucked an electric Pokemon before. With a whorish moan, she shoved her ass back and gasped to Zavis with startling compliance, "Oh, fuck me, babe!"

"Aha, yeah, tell me how bad you want it!" Zavis smugly laughed. He smooched the back of her neck and felt the pricking sensation of electricity on his lips, he was still too daft to realize what was about to happen. In blissful ignorance, he gave it to Jemma with everything he had. He heaved and groaned as the pleasure mounted and his full balls drew up into his crotch. His cold, sweaty body rubbed all over Jemma's back and smeared musky perspiration all around. She in turn ground back to let it soak in, and she closed her eyes as she charged up like a battery.

Zavis grunted and gasped when he started to cum. He shot his cold mess into the Jolteon and it made her moan in a genuine manner, but the evil giggle which followed her pleasurable sound went ignored by Zavis. He ground up into her a few more times for good measure, rubbing his ejaculating cock all along her vaginal walls. Sticky spunk leaked out of the girl and ran down Zavis' balls, much to the crowd's rowdy approval. They always loved a messy finish.

Quivering in pleasure and with the buildup climbing so high as to make the air crackle, Jemma mrowled, "D-did you have a good time, stud?"

"Mhm, yeah," Zavis cooed. "So glad you saw the light, baby. Next time we can skip all this foreplay."

"Hah," Jemma shakily laughed. She wanted to add fuck you, but she couldn't hold anything in anymore. The sensation of Zavis' cold, reptilian cum flooding her started a chain of events which she had no hope of stopping. She started to squirt, and harshly, complete with shaking knees and a drawn-out cry of pleasure. The snake grinned and flicked his tail. He was about to take credit for his handiwork when the second facet of her release became apparent.

A good number of electric Pokemon had some electrical incontinence when orgasms were involved. Jemma could usually keep it in check, but she wanted to unleash it. A sharp zap resounded in the ring which popped eardrums and shorted lights, but most spectacular was the voltage which blasted through Zavis' wet body. He screamed inarticulately and locked up around Jemma with comically spasming muscles. He managed to fling himself back where he landed in a heap with his hide a little scorched. The liquid of his sweat had flash-boiled right off. "Aaaoooh... Oof," he grunted, curling in upon his smoldering self after the jolt.

The audience had gone entirely silent. Jemma turned around slowly, still smoking here and there from the discharge. The referee cautiously approached her. When he realized that Jemma wasn't a threat, he held her paw up and declared her the winner.

As the audience whooped and cheered for her, Jemma grinned down at glaring Zavis. "You want a rematch?"

Zavis cupped his tender penis and managed a thin smile. "Yeah, I do."

"Wear a rubber next time," she sneered.