so similar to the Heranes story I worked on (and mostly done with), I had a random thought the other day; what if a female variant of the boxing game Punch Out? in particular, posting a story about a small lady [foxy] boxer overcoming various stereotypical and huge opponents in increasingly difficult fights, winning by spunk, speed and strategy
does anyone have any interesting ideas for opponents or matches or plot points to come up?
a few assorted ideas...
Lily Mack: former foxy boxer/stripper turning pro
Louise ?Doc? Dawson: goofy but capable trainer and back-alley doctor after losing her license
Possible Opponents: Queen Hippo, Super Duper Model, Glass Joane, Mother Canada, Bald Beula, Sherry Vodka, Hilda VonFraulein, Miko Toyota, Lullaby Sandy Mann, Great Tigress, Donna Flamingo, Disco Girl, Arya Ryan, Miss America, Monica Tayson,
Leagues/Belts: Rookie, Foxy, Bra Buster
I am a fan of Punchout, so I think it would be interesting to explore a genderswapped version of that universe.
As our forum is about titfighting and sexfighting, my thought process is leaning towards maybe having the matches start as boxing bouts, but then somehow things take a sexy turn and the fighters could end up in a catfight where they maul each other's tits throughout, a sexfight, or more appropriately... a titfighting match where they box using their tits!
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I love Punchout! Man, Queen Hippo would probably destroy Lily Mack if they had a titboxing match like XP suggests. Man, what if Queen Hippo wins at titboxing and then Lily challenges her to a sexfight to try to avenge her loss?
well it didn't feel like it fit in wrestling and catfighting, and probably pretty sexual undertones since Lily's a stripper at the start. probably boxing as the basis for all the fights, but wild cards tossed in. I'm thinking the "pro" league is still foxy boxing rather than genuine boxing, so they throw in sexy themes here and there and they're not going to stop it if things get sexy
also the story sounds like it would demand that Lily loses one or two times at least throughout her career to put a fire under her.
anyway, I may have written a setup to it
Lily Maxine Walters was a hard-working sort of girl. Being raised as a lower class girl in New York City, her parents had always pressed a few important lessons on her. You always kept your pride, you always worked hard, and most of all, you took no bullshit from others and protected what was yours. It was how she had ended up working at the strip club, after all. She was short, packing nothing more than a B cup throughout her life, and with boyishly-short black hair, but she was athletic all through high school, so she could pull off some of the more complicated moves on the pole. "The Arcade" was on the level and treated its girls right, keeping the men from getting too handsy and still making decent money. Heck, it was in a nicer part of town than where Lily lived herself.
But every few weeks, The Arcade had its foxy boxing night, and it was Lily's absolute favorite. They set up a cheap ring in the middle of the strip club, gave them oversized boxing gloves, and oiled up the girls. Sometimes they'd throw a little mud to mix it up, but there was always some boxing lately. Now, Lily was generally appreciated by the other girls, standing up for them when necessary and generally described as "cute" rather than any kind of a threat towards taking their customers.
But woe onto the girl who got stuck with Lily on these nights. Lily was an absolute machine in the ring, hitting the other girls so hard and fast it seemed like it didn't matter that she was wearing gloves at all. Thicker and bustier girls, even if they knew how to defend themselves, were never a match for Lily as she sped around them, pounding in their boobs and sides before smashing them down with a massive uppercut. The manager was too amused by the whole thing to tell her to stop, and by a few events in, Lily was beating them two at a time. She was the main draw for the night, and the staff knew that fight night was Lily's night.
That was when she met Louise Dawson. She was a busty, business-like woman who showed up to The Arcade once in awhile. She had dark skin and straight, dark hair, and Lily often found her eying her but never asking for a dance or anything particular, just drinking and talking with the other girls. It wasn't anything new to Lily to be stared at but not be hit on; depending who you asked, she was a "squirt," "runt," "butch," "tomboy," or "muscle dyke." She had a pretty enough face, but the boyish looks, small chest, and standing a flat 5' nothing didn't really make friends with looks alone.
One day, Louise waved her over. Lily wondered why that night when there wasn't even a fight tonight (sometimes the folks wanted a photo-op with the club champ after she'd won a match), but approached in her low-cut tank top and booty shorts with the thong sticking out the back (it was all they had that fit her there).
"They call me Doc," Louise said, offering a hand. Lily looked at it warily before she shook back.
"Lily," she replied simply. She wasn't rude, really, she just didn't... people. She wasn't a charmer by nature so much as she was a shit-talker, and she had to reel that in most nights she worked here. "Why do they call you Doc?"
"Because I'm a doctor. Or I was. Sort of. The short version is, I'm interested in you."
"It's forty for a dance, fift-"
"No, I don't mean this place. I mean you!" Louise grabbed Lily's hand in both of hers.
A minute or so later, the bouncer helped Louise back up and had some ice on her black eye. She was still laughing while Lily blushed. "That's coming out of my pay," Lily muttered.
"Nah, forget about it," Louise assured. "What I mean is, I've seen you fight. I've seen girls almost twice your size that can't hit as hard as you can with those kid's gloves on. Did you ever think about going pro?"
"Pro what?"
"Pro boxer! I saw a lot of head injuries in my day, and a lot of them from the local arena. It got to a point where I was watching the fight every night so I could see who would be coming in next. So believe me when I know a good boxer when I see one, and you look like you?ve got it."
"Not really..."
"Not really what?"
"No, I didn't think about it," Lily admitted. "It's just for fun, right?"
"Ever hear the term 'for fun and profit?' There's good money in fighting."
"Consider it tips for the concussions," Lily smirked slightly.
"Ha! I like you, girl. Tell you what!" She reached into her suit pocket and unfolded a flier. It had about as much production quality as a missing pet poster, but there was a pretty clear message to it; $10,000 to the winner of the amateur boxing tournament.
"Don't I need to like... practice or something?" Lily asked.
"I got a gym membership!" Doc smiled, more proudly than she should.
"I don't... people," Lily urged back.
"I'm great at people," Doc beamed wider. "Talking to 'em, fixing 'em up, getting them to do what you want..."
Lily scratched her head. "What's in it for you?"
"How's ten percent sound?" Doc offered with a grin.
"Ten?" Lily frowned and folded her arms. "You get a thousand dollars for a gym membership and showing me a poster, while I get 9K to get punched in the head? How's that fair?"
Doc laughed again. "You can do math! Great! That puts you ahead of half the lady boxers I know! But this is more than just money! This is a chance to break into the big leagues! Bet you didn't even know there was a foxy boxing world championship."
Lily paused and looked down at the poster. "Wait, really?"
"Girl, there's a pillow fighting championship! The world's always been into fighting and sex always sells, and now they've finally figured out they can combine fighting with sexy! If you make a big enough splash on this one, I think I can get us into the big time and show everyone you're the toughest little Lily around."
Lily had to admit it was tempting. She waved over to Daisy. "Hey, tell the boss I'm taking my break here," she called over, sitting down by the pleased-looking black woman.
So there they were. Doc did a surprisingly good job as her trainer and manager. She worked with her at the gym the whole time, giving her a few pointers here and there but mostly, Lily just plain knew what she was doing. By the time the amateur tournament came around, Lily felt more than ready. Doc met with her the day before at a celebratory dinner at the diner on the corner, handing off the brackets for the fight.
"...Doc?"
"Yea, Lily?" she asked, quickly thanking the waitress as she took the slice of pie she ordered for an appetizer. Lily never figured out where she put it all, unless it went right to Doc's tits.
"You misspelled my name."
"What? Nah, it's fine."
"Doc!" Lily spun the sheet around, showing her entry listing: Lil' Max. "I sound like a Little Rascal, not a boxer!"
Doc avoided eye contact, though that might have just been her attention on the pie. "Well, you should see the size of some of these girls. I don't know if anyone's told you, but..."
"Yes," Lily cut in bluntly. "I'm short. I know."
"Good! Like the fire in ya, kid. Use it tomorrow." Lily frowned and wound up as if to hit her manager, who finally cringed. "I'll have em fix it! I'll email 'em right now! Easy, champ!" Lily sighed and slumped back into her booth before digging into her burger, the glory of her "cheat day."
Lily showed up to the rented out arena. There was a pretty big crowd, assuring Lily that Doc had been right; there really WAS a crowd for this kind of sport. The rules had required that none of the women had any experience on a professional level, and Doc assured her that The Arcade didn't count.
Lily came out to her first round in her pink hooded robe and minty green boxing gloves. She wore short shorts and the snug but low-cut tanktop she wore to most of her fights at the club that met the tournament's regulations. Doc was with her as she approached the ring, and while she was met with mostly applause and cheers, Lily still felt like the few laughs at her stuck out the most. She blushed under her hood while Doc held open the ropes for her and took off the robe as the lean young boxer bounced on her boots and took a few deep breaths as she jabbed at the air.
Her opponent came out as a tall, skinny woman who looked like she had come out to a fashion magazine, or at least a porn set. She had a huge set of tits with a French flag pattern on her tanktop, which was stretched out to the point of nearly stretching. She had long, silky blonde hair that flowed behind her, and bubblegum pink gloves with lettering around the wrists that read "gauche" and "droit" depending on the glove.
The jumbotron showed off their images and listed the stats below. The pictures were actually short gifs of the footage they'd gathered. One was of Lily pelting a heavy bag before locking up and rubbing her head when she noticed she was on camera. The other had Joane blowing a kiss with her boxing glove at the camera before she adjusted her top around her big jiggling breasts.
Lily Maxine Walters, aka "Lil Max."
5'0", 98 lbs, B cup bust
Joane LeCreme. Aka, Glass Joane
5'9", 120 lbs, E cup bust.
Doc was prepping her in the corner while the announcer started to call out the rules and stats for the crowd.
"Well, good news on this one. Joane's what you might call a glass cannon. She can hit hard, but can't take it. She got into the tournament because the foxy boxing league isn't as big in France. They're more into what they call 'foxy fencing."
Lily gave Doc a strange look. "That just sounds dangerous. She does have like a whole foot on me in height. And weight."
"And damn good tits. But that's not what matters here," Doc assured her. "You ever hear how Barbie would snap in half if she were a real person? She's built like that. Get her hard enough and she'll go down like Jenga."
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