Donna and The Mare

                                                       

                                                   
                                               Donna Wrestling        


On the day before she turned forty-five, Donna wrestled with Will. The match was private at the Amazonia Boxing Club, attended by the two adversaries and Donna's seconds, Kaylee and Desiree. It was a knockouts only match. Donna waited five minutes before finishing Will off, spending most of that time smacking the younger man around the ring. She slugged the groggy twenty-five year old a few times and threw him into the ropes. As William stumbled back, he walked directly into Donna's clothesline, that caught him in the throat.
Kaylee was the happiest to know what was about to happen to Will. She had had an affair with him that ended after two months when he informed Kaylee, "I just have to fuck other women, that's all!"
Well, you're getting fucked right now! thought Kaylee, watching the collision short circuit Will's brain. His legs buckled and Will plunged backward to the canvas. Donna threw herself down behind the dizzy male and spread her legs wide.The few neurons in Will's brain that worked fizzled and popped, leaving him unable to comprehend that Donna had clasped a handful of his hair and hauled his head to the base of her stomach.
"Say good night to Mama!" Donna shouted as the seconds began to cheer.  Donna's naked, well developed thighs snapped around Will's throat. His eyes shot open, mind clearing instantly. Donna pressed her legs tighter.
"Gonna see stars real soon!" she told her victim as he pulled at her thighs. "You're not going anywhere but to sleep!"
Will snorted and gasped, attempting to break the leg scissor hold that was slowly rendering him unconscious. The downward tug of sleep set in, slowing his limbs until the palms of his hands settled lifelessly on Donna's thighs. Donna peered down at the face between her legs, half buried in the crotch of her black shorts and violently jerked her thigh muscles. Will grunted as he sank into complete blackness.
"Is he out?"
Donna looked up to see Kaylee standing next to her.  "You out Will?" Donna asked, snidely. "He's in dreamland, eating my pussy in his dreams!"
The victorious cougar released the hold and shoved Will into a sitting position. Shifting his head to the right, she landed a neck chop below his ear. Will grunted again, his body shook and relaxed. Kaylee and Desiree giggled aloud.  A second chop struck the opposite side, below his ear, but Will made no sound. Donna confirmed the erection in the front of his shorts and got to her feet.
 "Carry Will to the recovery room," Donna ordered the seconds. "When hammer dick comes around, tell him I'm nowhere near finished with him!"

 
                                               Donna Boxing

A week later they gloved up.
Will was certain he was going to be knocked out very quickly, but he didn't care. He'd woken from the sleeper hold KO deep in erotic love with Donna. As they promised, Desiree and Kaylee were on hand as Donna's seconds. They stood in her corner, rubbing her back and shoulders, taking turns whispering in her ears.
Donna possessed the strong shoulders and biceps of a woman who worked out regularly . Her breasts were smallish, but round and ample. Will knew how pleasing it would be to fondle them. Will wondered if he could pop them from out of her loose top during a clinch.
Reading the mindless expression of lust in Will's eyes, Donna went straight at him when the buzzer sounded.
WHAM!
WHAP!
WHUMPH!
POW!
Will was out on his feet, glassy eyes, smiling stupidly. Clasping his right arm, Donna dog walked Will to the center of the ring.
"Will, can you hear me?!" she asked, tilting his chin up.
Will looked to the ceiling, attempting to locate the source of the faint voice he heard amid the stars that glimmered everywhere.
Donna turned to her seconds. "Kaylee, this one's for you!"
BAM!
Donna's glove lifted Will off his feet. He knew he'd just been knocked out and was so pleased as he fell into blackness.
"Eight! Nine! Ten!...You're OUT! Fuck you!" Kaylee yelled at her former lover. Donna flipped Will on his back so Desiree could check his eyes.
"Solid whites. He's out cold."
"Oh yeah?" asked Donna. yanking off her top to expose her breasts, she gave Will a long kiss. Setting her open hands by his head, Donna leaned down and slapped her tits against his face. She kept that up for a few moments. There was no response.
"Help me carry him to my car!" Donna said, pulling on her top.

                                                       Sonia

For three months, Will was owned by Donna. Within a week of their first night together, he moved into Donna's house. The rules of the relationship were simple as Donna explained, "Your three piece set is mine!"
He was getting laid so much by Donna that he didn't mind the restriction. Sometimes Will needed reminding. Donna caught him glancing at the ass of a passing gym bunny at the Amazonia Boxing Club. It came naturally, without thought, but the cougar knocked out the cub right on the spot and everyone saw Will carried out, limbs dangling over her shoulder.

The lesson stuck until Sonia appeared at the Amazonia. Known as "La Yegua" for her punching strength and quick foot work, she disliked older women like Donna grabbing all the young men at the Amazonia. Sonia got friendly with Will and a week later, he asked her out for a beer.
"Sure," she answered, aware of exactly what Will was fishing for. "But we have to fight first."

Sonia, feeling very horny, worked Will over for three rounds, before making him sleep in the fifth. As Will was carried from the ring, Sonia told Emma the Ref, "We'll see who owns honey rod now!"
Stories of Will and Sonia fucking didn't take long to reach Donna, mostly because Sonia bragged non stop about her conquest. From her bitter experience with her first husband, long ago ditched, Donna learned that you dealt with the man who cheated and not the slut he cheated with. I'll take care of William after I destroy that little tail twitcher! she decided.

Up to the fourth round, Sonia was glad she accepted Donna's challenge to a public match. Every punch she connected to the older woman made her feel alive. And when the left-right, with a follow up upper cut put Donna on her ass in a daze, Sonia thought Will was all hers.
But the bell saved the cougar, who moved slowly back to her corner, shaking away the cobwebs in her brain. When her head was clear and Donna saw the smug smirk on Sonia's face, she focused. When the match restarted, Donna hung back and waited for Sonia to show fatigue. The brat hits hard and moves fast, but that takes energy, which Donna figured, she had to be using up quickly.
Donna plunged in when Sonia's gloves began hanging unsteadily at her jaw. The opening attack was blocked, but the fourth punch was a fake to the head, which Sonia moved to deflect. Donna's right slammed into Sonia's midsection and then she launched two shots to the chin. The girl sprawled on the ropes, where Donna closed in.
For thirty seconds, Donna punished her rival, then the bell rang.
Sonia was battered and shocked at how the old lady could do such damage so quickly. But she was determined to put the abuelita down in the next round.

Donna began  the next round where she left off.
It took a minute to pin Sonia in place, but Donna went to work quickly. She was methodical and slow about trouncing Sonia, she wanted everyone to see where and how each punch was delivered. Two minutes later, Sonia was a rag doll thrown on the top rope.
She could only see Donna's lips moving and not hear the insults the older woman was flinging at her. Donna's glove hurled at Sonia and the lights in the girl's head snapped off. Sonia slumbered through Emma the Ref's ten count, content that sleep had blotted the pain.

Kaylee and Desiree carried the limp Sonia past William on their way to the recovery room. He watched, mouth open, massively aroused by seeing his lover unconscious. The trance as broken by Donna, who spun him around to face her.
"You going to fuck around again?"
Will stumbled for the answer. "Huh? No! Wha? No!"
"Good boy!"
WHAP!
Will went out as fast as Sonia did from Donna's upper cut. 

Wonder Woman KOed

The third punch, a solid right to her jaw, put Wonder Woman out for the count. Seconds before, a left right combination, which pounded her head, left the Amazon Princess sleeping on her feet.
Mitch the Bruiser had dominated the last two rounds of the charity exhibition boxing match with Wonder Woman, held yearly at the Amazonia Boxing Club. His assault intensified in the fourth, intending to wear down Princes Diana.
The "BAP!" of the glove striking Wonder Woman's sweet spot, just to the right of her chin, and seeing her eyes roll up, gave The Bruiser a thrill.
"Nighty-night, sweets!" he snarled at the collapsing Amazon. When she hit the canvas like a felled oak, the crowd of spectators let out an orgasmic cheer.
"This was  fucking charity match!" Emma the Ref yelled at The Bruiser, who smugly paraded around the ring, flexing his biceps to the adoring female crowd.
"Yeah, it was!" he answered Emma. "Every woman in this club donated a lot to see me clobber the great Wonder Woman!"
Emma had already begun the count, feeling her general disgust with The Bruiser and that a complete pig had defeated Diana. More than once Emma had heard Mitch boast: Every woman boxer had a weakness and with a little probing, I always find it. He had slugged Wonder Woman just right on the jaw.
 "Five!...Six!...Seven!...."
Emma called numbers out over the growing adulation of Mitch's new fans. Wonder Woman was spark out cold and would be for awhile. Her face to the crowd and eyes shut, Princess Diana was on her belly, palms of her boxing gloves facing up, and the curve of her ass cheeks peeping from the bottom of her blue satin tights.
"Eight!..Nine!..Ten! You're OUT!" Emma yelled, waving in Wonder Woman's seconds.
Although in a deep slumber, Wonder Woman dreamed of a lot of men, but most intensely of her current boyfriend, Rick, one of two people who lifted the Amazon carefully on to a gurney. The other was Drusilla, Wonder Woman's younger sister.
Rick was known around the Amazonia as the "Body Suit Groupie," because he was possessed by a fetish for female crime fighters. He had had flings with She Hulk and Storm, but it was true love when he met Wonder Woman. The last five months had been very happy for both of them.
Looking at Diana prone on the gurney he was rolling to the recovery room, Rick couldn't help being aroused. He had watched the woman he loved get knocked out in the boxing ring and thought she never looked more beautiful. When Drusilla briefly left the recovery room, Rick gently felt up Diana's ample breasts.

Princess Diana was bruised and achy after Drusilla brought her back from dreamland. Disoriented confusion lasted a few minutes. As her seconds explained that the Bruiser had knocked her out cold, Wonder Woman kept staring at Rick as if she were seeing him for the first time.

That night, Rick and Wonder Woman fucked. When Princess Diana insisted "I need it!", Rick reminded her of the trouncing she'd just taken.
"NOW!" she ordered. At her insistence, Rick was on top all night.

Wonder Woman never felt more relaxed and satisfied than she did that morning. Rick had needed little encouragement to take the dominate role. Diana found submission very gratifying.
"Last night was great, sweetie! You ruled me!"
Rick was surprised to hear that, but it left him feeling strong. "You were a powerhouse yourself, Diana!"
"Rick, I want to give you something to show you how I feel about you."
"What?" he asked, thinking: This woman is insatiable!
WHAP!
The amazon's bare fist smacked hard on her lover's chin. Rick was baffled at the sudden pain and then fell against Wonder Woman's bare breasts. They were warm and welcoming and Rick slept. Wonder Woman cradled her beloved for a moment and rested him on the mattress, leaving a kiss on his lips. Wonder Woman closed the bedroom door quietly behind her and made breakfast.

Harley Quinn's Adventures in Crime Fighting

The impact of Paula's black jack on  Harley Quinn's head rippled all over her skull. Then Harley sagged and was on the floor at her attacker's feet. Paula removed handcuffs from her pocket.

Face down, out cold, hands secured behind her back, dreaming of her boyfriend Gabe, was not how Harley thought she would end up that night. A few months earlier, she had joined the all female crime fighting organization Justice Force. After a probationary period, Harley was assigned her first independent mission: foil a diamond heist by cat burglar Marcus Apted and his apprentice/lover, Paula. Harley had spotted the gentleman thief disarming the museum's security system from the floor above him and was about to swoop down to make the arrest, when she got sapped.

"Marcus, I took out Quinn!" Paula whispered into her blue tooth headset. "There may be more agents with her."
"There definitely are!" Marcus replied into her ear. "Justice Force operatives work in pairs. Keep your focus. I'm almost done here."
Paula glanced down at the felled Harley Quinn, who had recently abandoned a life of crime to fight it, and noticed a content smile on her dark red lips.
"You're dreaming, aren't you!" Paula asked the inert figure on the floor. "About who I wonder?"
Rumor had circulated in the criminal underworld that Harley Quinn had fallen in love with a civilian named Gabriel and, under his influence, turned to virtue. The right man will always bring out more strongly what you already are deep inside. Paula knew this from personal experience.
Before she met Marcus Apted at the  Amazonia Boxing Club, Paula was an unfocused twenty-five year old more interested in locating a husband with a sizable income than starting a career.  Encountering Apted, first in the boxing ring and then her bedroom showed Paula her destiny: wealth through professional theft.
Paula recognized the large pop gun attached to Harley's hip and removed it, knowing it only looked like a toy.
"Now to find your better half, sweetie," Paula taunted. "Sleep tight!"

"I've got Quinn's partner in my sight."
"Good work, Paula! Is it the boyfriend we heard about?"
Paula peered around the corner silently. "Looks like civilian, all right."
"Okay, put him out of commission, and bring him to me. I've got Harley Quinn here. Most of the merchandise is collected, so we can get out of here quickly."
"Got it!"
Putting the cell phone in her jeans pocket, Paula crept slowly on her target. It's him alright, she decided. Harley would drag her boyfriend into this situation. She considered seducing Gabe before knocking him out, just to teach him how stupid he was, but quickly abandoned the idea. Not enough time!
"Hey, lover boy!"
Gabe spun around to see Paula leveling Harley's pistol at him. "Hey!? What did you do to Harley?"
Paula was touched by deep concern in Gabe's voice.
"I knocked her out! Don't worry, she'll be fine."
Anger rising, Gabe charged Paula. Idiot, she thought, pulling the trigger.
POP! went the cork as it escaped the barrel, followed by a red boxing glove that flew at Gabe on the end of an uncoiling steel spring. When the glove hit, Gabe's eyes rolled in their sockets. The image of Harley naked, except for her eye mask, flashed in his sleeping mind.
"Let's check..." Paula flipped Gabe over and slipped her hand down the front of his pants, smiling at the confirmation of her suspicions when she clasped his erection. Unable to control herself, Paula rapidly brought Gabe off.

"Well, if it isn't the great Marcus Apted!"
Harley Quinn had been conscious for five minutes and was on a couch where Apted had revived her with smelling salts.
"In the flesh, Miss Quinn. I hope my associate Paula did not cause you too much discomfort?"
"I'm hospitalizing that bitch when I see her!"
"I don't doubt that for an instant, but not today."
Apted always admired Quinn's body and criminal aptitude, in that order, but felt disappointed that such a talented woman should waste her gifts on law enforcement.
"Today my partner and I are going to escape with half a million dollars in uncut diamonds, without interference from you or your boyfriend. You understand the situation?"
As Harley executed her profanity laden response, Apted leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. Harley defied him, squirming away, when waves of lust engulfed her. Harley sighed and surrendered, twisting her tongue with Apted's.
Just when Apted stepped away, leaving Harley feeling ravished, Paula appeared with Gabe over her shoulder. She dumped him next to Harley, who instantly snapped out of her erotic trance and glared at her senseless lover and then her captors.
"What did you do to him!"
"Relax. I used your boxing glove gun to turn lover boy's lights out." Paula turned to her partner. "We ready to go, sweetie?"
"Almost." replied Apted. "I'm going to live up to my reputation as a gentleman by leaving this for you, Harley."
Apted placed a small key on a table a few feet from Harley and Gabe. "When you can reach the key you can free yourself and your man."
Paula shoved in front of Apted abruptly. "Are you crazy Marcus!? It will take her a few minutes to reach the key!"
"No, not really." Apted shifted behind his protegee-lover and guided her to Harley. "I have a special treat for you, Paula."
Harley knew what was about to happen. "When I see you again, I'm going to trounce you!"
"Like I said, 'Just not today.' " He placed a kiss on Paula's face. "This is your chance, my love, to demonstrate to Ms. Quinn what can happen when you decide to join the good guys."
"And I'm going to have great time tearing you apart!" Harley sneered at Paula, who ignored the threat and made her right hand into a tight fist.
"Now, remember your training Paula: short and sharp."
"Short and sharp!" Paula repeated to her lover.
"Just wait till I..."
WHAM!!
Harley tried counting the stars dancing briefly in her eyes, but her vision spiraled into warm blackness.
"Let me slug her again!" Paula shouted.
Seeing Paula was intensely aroused, Apted steered her to the exit, while he picked up the bag of loot. He calculated Harley and Gabe would be  out for thirty minutes, allowing them plenty of time to escape and cover their tracks. As he hustled the excited Paula into his black Lamborghini, Marcus Apted was certain he would, very soon, have Harley Quinn.

Susanna

Susanna was a skinny appearing girl, with confused black hair. Her eyes were bright brown. Alex and her had fucked twice before entering the ring together at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Usually, her routine was the reverse. Susanna always boxed a guy before anything, even before making friends. But Susanna had been suffering through a dry spell, so when Alex appeared in her life, she dispensed with formalities.
From the first bell, Alex went easy. Two nights with the woman currently smacking his face and torso had left him with a stronger sense of attachment than Susanna had developed. Susanna was aggressive because she had been intimate with Alex and floored him twice before he changed strategy.
Midway in round six, Alex grunted "There, you happy?!" as a sharp right hit Susanna's chin, putting her directly to sleep.
Emma the Ref got between Alex and Susanna, who slumped against the ropes, head lolling on the middle braiding, lower jaw slack. Emma didn't bother with the ten count.
"Mission accomplished! She's out of it!" Emma cautioned Alex, to whom the fight was not finished.
"Fucking hit me like I did something wrong!" muttered Alex, loudly, as he removed his gloves and went to his corner. 
"That's actually the point of the sport, Alex." Emma explained as she checked Susanna's vitals. They were good, but Emma could see Susanna would be gone for awhile.
"And women like her hit hard, it's their nature."
"Okay...fine.." Alex conceded.
"Grab her legs." Emma said. They carried the slumbering girl to the recovery room.

While she was out, Susanna had brief, crowded erotic dreams, involving Alex and a few other men. No matter how many times Emma asked, Susanna could not repeat her name or how many fingers Emma held in her face. The dazed boxer was occupied with figuring out why she never had group sex. By the time she was able to answer Emma's questions accurately, Susanna resolved to have a three way as soon as possible.

Alex treated his former opponent to dinner to make up for his punishing knockout. She listened to him intently as he apologized for fighting so impulsively.
"It was a sucker punch," he added. "I was wrong."
Susanna knew the punch that finished her was completely legal and that at least part of the motivation for Alex's repentance was the need to keep getting laid. None of that bothered Susanna; she believed he was sincerely sorry he'd hurt her. Alex was in love, along with being incredibly horny.
The next morning, as she snuggled against a  quietly sleeping Alex, Susanna decided to hold on to him. But, on reflection, she wouldn't include him in the three way. 

Some Girls

Reclining on his bed, Mark watched Susanna, a brunette, and bottle blond Kaylee, take turns using the bathroom. While one got dressed, the other girl cleaned up the kitchen. When Mark had a woman (or women) to his townhouse, he kept things just a little messy. Nine times out ten, his guests instinctively straigntened the disarray.
The two women were wearing the lose shorts and tops they wore at the Amazonia Boxing Club, where Mark had met them the evening before.
He was content and relaxed, it had been a great Friday night. Looking over Kaylee's fine, round ass as she picked up her overnight bag, Mark hoped the pair would stay and fuck for at least another hour.
"Ladies, hold up," he said, sliding off the bed and pulling on pajama bottoms. "You don't have run yet, it's only 7 a.m."
Both Kaylee and Susana stood in the doorway. Susanna was also toting her travel bag. The ample breasted blond took the lead.
"Should we stay? Really?" There was a trace of anger in her kupie doll voice.
Mark had been cultivating both women for this night. He didn't want it to end this suddenly.
"Should we, Susanna?"
Both girls dropped their bags at their feet.
"We could?" Susanna speculated. "Do you really want us?"
At least an hour more! thought Mark, greedily. "Of course! When I said I only wanted you two, that is what I meant."
A large part of convincing the female boxers to be part of a three way was assuring them he was only a two woman man. Marcus put it over, at least with Kaylee, who enjoyed the idea of being naked with women and men.
"Really?" Kaylee asked, punching her voice higher.
"Sure! With you ladies, I've found the soul mates I've craved all my life!"
"Soul mates?!" Susanna laughed, removing a black iPhone from her pocket. Holding it high enough for all three to see it, she added, "Look familiar?"
"That's mine." stated Mark.


                                      
 
Susanna lightly touched the screen, opening a message. " 'Marcus, got your message late last night, will be there at 3 on Saturday afternoon. I hope those two will be gone by then! Love, Nadia.' "
Kaylee unzipped the two over night bags. "You shouldn't leave your electronic devices unattended, Mark!"
Mark nervously scanned his mental file of all occasions excuses and found nothing.
"Uhm...that's a ...wrong number...a different Mark....oh damn...!"
From each bag, Kaylee removed one red boxing glove, handing one to Susana. In unison, the pair put them on their extended right fists.
"I believed you!" accused Kaylee.
"I knew it was too good to be real!" Susanna followed. Stepping in unison, the girls walked toward Mark, pressing him to the wall. "Do you have any last minute groveling you'd like us to ignore?"
Desperate, Mark looked around, but realized he couldn't make it to the door without getting jumped by Kaylee and Susanna.
"Look, Kaylee...Susanna..this has all been a mistake..."
POW!
Kaylee's right hook slammed him into the wall.
Shit, they're pissed! was Mark's last complete thought.
BAP!
Susanna's left put Mark out on his feet. She could tell nothing registering in his brain.
"Let's finish this, Kaylee!"
"Yes!"
They pressed close to each other and kissed their boxing gloves. "Good night, honey stick!" they said aloud. Both girls launched their fists at their lover's chin.
The impact made  Mark sleep instantly, out before he hit the floor.
Kaylee liked how vulnerable Mark looked lying against the wall. "When am I going to find a man who isn't a jerk?!" she asked.
Susanna remembered that Kaylee had just finished an unpleasant divorce. "You need to be patient, sweetheart.  He's out there..."
"Yeah." the blond responded. "And Mark was such a great fuck!"
"Yep, he was!" Susanna admitted. "But he'll have such a headache when he comes to that he won't be able to fuck the little slut this afternoon."
"That's true!" Kaylee laughed and felt better.

She Hulk and Rick

Art by Tom Burgos text and colors by THE-Darcsyde

Rick finally got punched out by She Hulk.
Around the Amazonia Boxing Club, Rick was known as the "Body Suit Groupie," a guy with a fetish for female crime fighters in body suits.
So far his record had been good. Of the twelve super heroines he boxed, all of them knocked Rick out for the count. Half of those women slept with him afterward and found the "Groupie" was a very satisfying lover. Lady Puma, whose left hook put Rick to sleep in round four, enjoyed sex with her victim, despite being in a committed relationship with another woman. The next day Lady Puma gave men another try.
He wanted She Hulk, a.k.a. Jennifer Walters, because she was tall, muscular and beautiful. He knew one punch from her might lead to a hospital stay, but that made him want her more. She Hulk knew Rick and what he wanted as she climbed down from the ring after a sparring match.
"Think you can fight me?" she replied to his challenge . "I'm not certain I'm the right girl for you."
 "I know you're the one!" Rick said, sounding as persuasive.
"Yeah? Do you?" asked She Hulk and clouted the side of Rick's skull with her fist.
He staggered comically, looking into nothing. Rick hit the hard floor, out cold.
She Hulk mercifully carried him to an unused dressing room, sitting him on an old leather sofa.
"Sweet dreams!" she whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek.

Besides thinking about how to knock She Hulk out, Rick daydreamed about her breasts.
"Hey, look at me!"
 Emma the Ref distracted Rick long enough to review the rules for the match and remind him that he was going to get knocked out.
"Most guys are upset by that news." she remarked when Rick nodded vaguely and went back to staring across the ring.
Emma the Ref walked over to She Hulk.
"Jenny, be a lady and make it quick."
The green crime fighter glared at her friend. "Why? Rick is my punching bag!"
The blessed union of souls, Emma thought and started the bout.
She Hulk was always a lady, but took her time. For round one, she flirted with the "Punching Bag" in between smacking him around the ring, providing a taste of her punching power.
From the start of round two, She Hulk worked Rick over, fixing him on the ropes, as her fists wore him down.
Seeing he was ready to go under, She Hulk kissed Rick, whispered "Dream about my pussy, horn dog!" in his face, and landed a brutal upper cut. In the short interval between impact and blackness, Rick wanted to tell She Hulk what a stunning body she had, especially her tits. But the words scattered from his lips as he went to sleep.
She Hulk waited in her corner as Emma the Ref gave the inert male fighter a slow ten count. She wanted Rick to have every chance to recover, but he was out for the night.
"Are you going to fuck him?" Emma asked She Hulk as they carried Rick to the recovery room and settled him on a bed.

"Yes, but not yet." She Hulk answered, putting her hand down Rick's trunks. "Got major wood." The super heroine kissed Rick. "Some men are born ready and some still need.....tenderizing.  

   

A month elapsed before She Hulk asked Rick to meet her again. Assuming, correctly, that Emma the Ref told Rick about She Hulk’s plans to fuck him, the green Amazon decided to give Rick some time to grow his expectations. By the time the lovers were reunited in a private boxing ring, Rink was ready to explode.

“God, you are so damn handsome!” observed She Hulk, walking toward her mark, enjoying the sight of the fading black ring around his right eye.  Rick only took a few steps before She Hulk was on top of him, banging her gloves together loudly.  Tilting her face downward to Rick, she purred “I’m going to love knocking you out cold!”

The overwhelmed male swallowed hard. He noticed She Hulk’s lips were covered in glowing white lipstick. “And you’re going to love it, too!”

Rick struggled to breath.

“I figure you’ll be out all night!...wake up tomorrow morning in a hospital bed…you’d love that, Rick!”

“God yes!” he gasped.

“And when you wake up on the canvas, I’ll be long gone! By then, your left eye will be a perfect match for your right!”

With her left glove, She Hulk pinned the chump by his chest to the ropes. “In less than a minute sweetheart it’s gonna be lights…OUT!”

She held her right fist in Rick’s face. “You deserve everything you get! But first…you get a kiss good night!”

Rick desperately wanted to smouch the black leather of the boxing glove, but She Hulk pursed her mouth on the front of the glove, leaving luminous white lip print.

“Good night!”

As She Hulk’s right fist slowly cocked seductively behind her head, Ricked wanted to fuck her so bad he could scream. She Hulk fired.

BAM!!

Rick would always savor how the punch felt: hard and mean against his face and then the lights snapped off. He was in love with She Hulk.

The green goddess gave Rick a ten count. The sight of an unconscious male sprawled before her, sporting a massive erection thrilled She Hulk. Hefting Rick over her shoulder, she carried him home. 

Eulee's Mate

                                                                                       
 When she first joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, Eulee only fought women, knocking every one out cold. Rumor spread quickly that Eulee was a lesbian, but when Desiree tested the waters, Eulee didn't respond.
"She's straight," Desiree told her friend and sometime lover, Kaylee. "I think she's waiting for the right guy. I guess you don't have to be a dyke to enjoy beating on women."
Desiree was accurate about one thing. The lean, black haired girl, with vulpine brown eyes was looking for her match, her "mate" as Eulee told herself when the solitude became too much.

So she went on knocking out female fighters, repeating the internal mantra "She's got him! She'll take him before I can get to him!"  The opponent would suffer an onslaught of punches until blackness ended the match.

Boxing was Eulee's passion since age eleven, when she asked her parents for lessons as a birthday present. At Blake Mitchell University, where she earned a primary education degree, she was one of the five undefeated members of the women's boxing team until her junior year. To that point, studying and training consumed Eulee so much that she hardly noticed men. Then Crevan decked her in the fourth round of a tournament with the men's team.
When she regained consciousness and could focus, Eulee asked Crevan, who was waiting nervously in her dressing room, multiple questions, including "Are you seeing anyone?"
He wasn't.

                                                     


 Reynard thought of Wonder Woman the first time he saw Eulee. She was exiting the women's locker room at the Amazonia, dressed in loose sweats that displayed her curves. Immediately, Eulee went to work on the heavy bag, so Reynard waited until she finished before starting a conversation.
Eulee noticed his courtesy.
"You sure about this?" asked Eulee. "I fought guys in college, but that was..."
Eulee intentionally trailed off, letting Reynard complete her sentence.
"....immature?"
Eulee remembered her time with Crevan. "No," she replied, smiling. "But sure, let's fight, whenever you want."
      

      
 "Having trouble?" Reynard heard Kaylee ask him as she pressed a water bottle to his lips. He exhaled loudly after two large swallows.
"I cannot win this!" he answered, candidly. His honesty made Reynard even more attractive to Kaylee than his physical presence, which always excited her. Kaylee would address this issue in the coming weeks. There was a more pressing matter. "Why not?'
"Diana Prince over there fights better than me!"
"I guess you should cheat."
 "Cheat? Now? In round five?"
"No better time." A dozen ways for Reynard to win by fighting dirty occurred to Kaylee. "Step on her toes and punch her out."
"I'm not cheating, Kaylee!"
"Fine!" she said, toweling down Reynard's shoulders. "Sweet dreams!"
The buzzer's screech hurled the fighters at each other, both throwing their hardest punches. Reynard attacked Eulee's belly, trying to slow her enough to put her down. Seeing Reynard was hitting her belly, Eulee poured on the head shots, repeating "He's mine! He's mine!" until he collapsed on the canvas, slumped, eyes wide and unfocused.
Emma the Ref sent the girl to a neutral corner and began counting Reynard out. At "SIX!" Reynard finally blinked his vision clear and hauled himself  up by the ropes. Emma checked the fighter and, when he agreed to continue, shouted "FIGHT!"
Eulee raced at her victim, who was barely lifting his gloves when she struck. Eulee pulled her right back for an upper cut and half a second later Reynard slammed her midsection with all his strength. Air gasped from Eulee's lungs. Reynard tagged her jaw twice, stunning the girl boxer on her feet.
The boxing ring spiraled around Eulee, which only momentarily worried her. Her eyelids were steadily closing. Through the congealing haze, Eulee glimpsed Reynard throwing a third punch. The impact stung for a few seconds and then the pain vanished into sleep.

Eulee slumbered on the canvas, as she had during the fight with Crevan. After Emma the Ref's ten count, Kaylee and Emma carried Eulee, limp as a rag doll, to the recovery room.
Kaylee studied the way Reynard glared with apprehension at the prone Eulee and decided to be patient about getting him in bed.