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The large bustling crowd roared out their excitement as the internationally loved boxer once again took down another opponent in a display of their strength. The boxer walks to the center of the ring, the lights and cameras circling the walls of the stadium giving light to the boxer’s muscular figure. The crowd’s endless applause and cheers never seemed to come to a stop, only feeding into the boxer’s already-huge ego and making them rightfully proud of their victory. The defeated opponent’s unconscious body was dragged off of the ring by a referee and taken to a medic somewhere in the back. The boxer was panting softly, taking a moment to stabilize their breath from the aftermath of an intense match. A reporter walked up beside the victorious boxer, a steel microphone in hand. The crowd fell silent instantly like a response to an unspoken command, awaiting the reporter’s words. The lights dimmed dramatically, enshrouding the room in a quiet shade of eigengrau.
“This particular boxer has worked hard reaching her way to the finals. Enemy after enemy, she’s defeated them all with scary precision and raw power. Can ANYONE defeat this boxing beast? And with that, I present to you, the winner of the finals…” The reporter paused, the lights all flickering on to show the boxing champion’s smug face. “Steampunk Glove-“ Suddenly, the reporter was cut off. A referee jumped over the ropes lining the boxing ring, a small envelope in his hand. The reporter and Steampunk snapped their heads towards the referee, one looking more annoyed than the other that her special moment was interrupted. The referee shook like a tapeworm under Steampunk’s irritated glare, but he handed the envelope to the reporter and slid off the ring. The audience remained silent. The reporter slowly opened the envelope, and Steampunk leaned in to get a better look. The reporter gasped, then after a moment, she spoke to the audience.
“We have some interesting news, people. There is one more challenger Steampunk Glove must defeat.” The audience gasped in disbelief, the surprise practically radiating from the crowd. Steampunk crossed her arms and growled under her breath, clearly not pleased with this. She balled her fists up and glared at the reporter. “Who could this poor challenger possibly be…?” She chuckled, but it carried no humor in it. There was only a hint of sadism, the idea of beating her opponent to the point of losing their consciousness appeasing her liking greatly. “His name is… Coil.” The reporter spoke. And speak of the devil, heads turned as someone new stepped on the ring. Steampunk slowly turned her head to the new challenger, ready to assess him and his possible weaknesses.
The man was really muscular. His arms had these strange glowing coils twisting around them that pulsed with power. Along with the coils were numerous bandages around his body, including one on the bridge of his nose. He must get into a lot of altercations. The man had this fearless, ambitious look in his eyes, and for the first time, Steampunk felt hesitant. The fact this man was not the tiniest smidge afraid or nervous of being bested by the best boxer in the Inpherno… it made her worried. Just how powerful was he? Or is he just a nobody who is all bark and no bite? Speaking of bark, the man has dog ears and a fluffy tail. The tail was raised high in the air, signaling confidence. The reporter walked off of the ring and the referee came up to stand on the outside of the ring. Steampunk frowned, giving Coil her worst scowl. Coil didn’t seem too bothered. “What’s the matter, baby? Afraid?” Coil barked with laughter, almost obnoxiously, and it made Steampunk’s eye twitch.
The boxers stood across from each other. There was one ring, and two of them. Only one of them would walk away from this, known as a champion. Their fists were raised, boxing gloves intact, ready to throw a fiery punch. The referee signals the timekeeper to ring the bell. The sound rips through the air and fills the boxers with determination and the will to take a punch. Coil tunes out the nearby sounds of the crowd, and he locks his eyes onto his target, as he has trained for this very moment for months. Steampunk walks closer to Coil, fists clenched and ready to throw down. Nobody makes the first move for a while, trying to assess each other’s possible weaknesses first. And then, Steampunk made a grave mistake. The one mistake that cost her greatly. She got cocky. Believing that her chances of winning the match were high, she took a step back and lunged forward. She brought her arm back, her fist clutched, and thrusted her arm forward and exerted all of her strength. All of this was in the span of only one second, like she had been practicing this certain move for years. She grinned right in Coil’s face as she prepared to knock him out.
But to her surprise, Coil not only held his arms up in a durable block that effectively deflected her attack, he followed up with a counterattack; a sharp uppercut. The punch made Steampunk stagger back, not in pain, but in pure shock. In her years of boxing, she had learned how to extract messages from the opponent’s body language and the way that they punched. And the punch she just received… the way Coil smirked, the way his tail hung high in the hair, his ears twitching in anticipation… he was confident he’d win. And now, she knew she had to give it her all. The crowd was watching her like hungry hawks, desperate to see her win. Steampunk was not going to give up now, not under the pressure of all of those people in the audience.
She slowly approached Coil, and the two circled around each other, wondering who would take the next hit. Steampunk decided to throw an unexpected punch, aiming straight for Coil’s face. Coil had not anticipated the attack, and so it sent him back in surprise. It was so on. Coil charged towards her, punching her in the chest. Steampunk had the wind knocked out of her, but that was nowhere near enough to stop her from dashing towards Coil and giving him a sharp uppercut in retaliation. Coil let out a pained whine, his face configuring into one of agony. A punch from Steampunk that was aimed correctly was very painful. Coil fell to the ground, a bit dizzy. Steampunk was panting slowly, and she wiped a bead of sweat from her head as she began to count the seconds. She was praying she would win this match. But then, Coil began to get up.
“Urrgh…” Coil groaned, his neck and jaw protesting with the slightest bits of movement. Once he came to his feet, the coils around his arms began to crackle with power. Steampunk was thoroughly irritated. “Why won’t you just stay down?” Coil chuckled, his tail once again lifting up. That cocky grin of his was beginning to make Steampunk violent. “Now you’ve pissed me off, sweetheart.” The crowd gasped, their eyes going wide as Coil went through a terrifying transformation, his coils crackling and turning purple. His ears and tail became larger, and he cackled right after his shift like some Disney villain. “Get ready for my beast!”
Steampunk began to panic. She lowered her fists, and frantically looked around, looking towards the referee. “T-This has to be illegal, right?? He can’t just-“ She was suddenly cut off as Coil’s fist sharply connected with the back of her head. The punch was lethal, knocking her out instantly. There was no debate, nothing to cloud or cover the truth. Steampunk had lost the match. Coil grinned as the bells rang, signaling that he won. The crowd cheered loudly for the new champion, as if they had forgotten who really should have won this match. Microphones were held to him, lights shined on him proudly, and Steampunk? She was being dragged off of the ring, just like all of the previous opponents Steampunk had bested before. Now she knew how it really felt to have victory stolen from her.
The following day, Steampunk was still fuming from her unfair loss. She refused to watch the news like she always would in the morning, because she knew damn well that the main focus would only be Coil. She held an ice pack to the back of her head, the sting of the injury from yesterday still lingering. She’s lucky she didn’t get a concussion, at least. Maybe she’d just take a short walk and forget about him. His confidence, his raised tail, the way he grinned while punching her… she desperately needed to burn off some of that built-up steam from yesterday. She threw on her jacket, her sunglasses, and she headed out into the beautiful sunshine. What could possibly go wrong in the world of Phighting? Well, I’ll tell you one thing.
As Steampunk was taking a nice relaxing stroll, one hand holding her ice pack and the other in her pocket, she came across someone a little too familiar. She took her hand out of her pocket and lifted down her shades to see the now-famous canine boxer, Coil. Immediately, her mood dropped and she scowled at him. “Oh. It’s.. you.” She quietly recognized, musing over the events from yesterday. Her brain was replaying the time that hurt her pride greatly over and over again. Coil smiled. “Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart. What’s wrong? Sad ya didn’t win?” Coil teased, but he was not aware that his playful jabs were making Steampunk furious. “I deserved that fucking win, Coil.” Steampunk huffed, crossing her arms, her muscles flexing slightly. Coil was not taking her seriously, it showed through his tone and carefree body language. “Yeah yeah, but we both know you couldn’t take me without the gloves. They’re like airbags, y’know.”
Huh. That gave Steampunk an idea. Not a very normal idea, but it was going to make her feel less shitty about her loss against this random dog dude. “I could take you.” She then confidently smirked, a sudden contrast to her irritated demeanor a second ago. Coil was surprised at her switch-up, and inquired further. “Yeah? How? Definitely not in a fight.” Coil jabbed at her pride, AGAIN. Steampunk took a moment, scratching her chin, before responding with her idea. “In bed.
“What?”
“You heard me. I could take you in bed.” Steampunk smirked wider at Coil’s puzzled expression. Her words were a challenge, and Coil was not known as one to back down from a challenge. Steampunk noticed that his tail was beginning to wag, telling her that he was a little into it. “Come on. Or are you scared, newgen champ?” Steampunk grinned, watching as Coil quickly collected himself and cracked his knuckles. “Hell yeah! I could totally fuck you harder than you could fuck me.” That was enough permission for her. Steampunk grabbed his arm, and dragged him to a peaceful, hidden alleyway. Coil was very eager, it was clear in the way he practically ripped his clothes off. As he took off his shirt, the sun conveniently hit directly on that goddamn chiseled chest of his, and it made Steampunk bite her lip in utter frustration that she liked the sight.
Steampunk kicked off her pants and lifted her shirt over her head, showing off her black undergarments. Coil was already pretty hard from before, but seeing Steampunk, his rival, like this? Goodness, it was making him rock solid. The two enemies, now naked, gave heated glances at each other, glaring into the other’s eyes with intense pent-up desire and mild annoyance. Coil slowly backed up and pressed Steampunk against the alley wall, and then leaned in close to where their noses were rubbing against each other. “You look so dumb like that,” Steampunk said, averting her gaze before she leaned in and pressed their lips together in a slow, loving kiss. Steampunk wrapped her arms around Coil as he cupped her face. When they pulled back, a thin line of saliva connected their lips. Steampunk’s eyes were half lidded.
“I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you. You drive me insane.” Coil smiled in response to Steampunk’s half-assed hateful comments, his tail wagging even faster. “You’re a loser… you can’t even admit when you’re head over heels for someone.” Coil gently laid Steampunk down onto the ground, and slowly stroked his hard cock. “So, you a virgin?” Coil asked, leaning over her and spreading her legs apart, holding a thigh in each hand. Steampunk couldn’t help but look downward at Coil’s cock; 8 inches of pure madness, lining up to her entrance. “No, but…” Before she could finish, Coil thrusted forward and pushed himself into her pussy. A yelp came from Steampunk while a pleasured groan came from Coil. “Oh, but you clench like a virgin…”
Then, he began to slowly ease her in by moving in and out of her slowly, but he soon began to thrust faster and harder. “We’re so fucked if we get caught like this…” Coil whispers, trying not to whine like a dog from the pleasure. The feeling of her tight, warm walls hugging his dick made him feel the need to howl. He was shedding tears from how much he was holding back. Desperate to not make a noise, Coil shoved his face in Steampunk’s breasts, and began to suck on her tits. Steampunk whimpered softly, eyelashes fluttering as she tried to cover her moans with her mouth. “Nnnghh..~” Coil and Steampunk were definitely feeling good right now, but Coil couldn’t get himself fully inside in missionary.
Coil released Steampunk’s nipple to speak, his thrusts slowing down. “Uhhff.. I can’t cum like this…” He pulled out of Steampunk, grabbed her by her sides and flipped her over, positioning himself behind her. “Get ready for the beast..” Coil joked, making Steampunk roll her eyes. When he thrusted his full length into her, effectively bottoming out, his eyes rolled back for a moment. “Oh, fuck.” Steampunk let out a long moan, and Coil couldn’t help himself but go insane and begin fucking into her like a madman. This time, he didn’t give a shit who heard. His dick was hitting her roof over and over, and the both of them were moaning in tandem. “Fuck, Steampunk! You’re so… ahhh.. tight…” He growled, going faster, chasing his release.
When Coil came, it was like an explosion. He thrusted into her one more time, releasing his hot cum deep inside of her pussy. A loud howl erupted from Coil’s throat. Steampunk’s eyes rolled back, and she cried out her pleasure. “A-Ahhh!~” Coil growled as he slowly pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her entrance. “You’re so fucking cute like that…” Coil smiles warmly, pressing her against the wall, spreading her legs apart once more. Steampunk was panting softly, sweat beading down her legs. “Ah.. Coil… what are you doing?..” Coil teased her pussy with his index and middle finger. “Oh, nothing… I just want to make you cum too.” Coil chuckled softly, before suddenly easing two fingers inside of her wet pussy. Steampunk whimpers at the feeling, squirming softly.
Coil gently leans in and bites her neck as he’s pumping two fingers inside of her. Steampunk moans quietly with each thrust, twitching at Coil’s bites. Coil notices she’s already about to cum and it makes him giggle. “Oh, you don’t last very long, do ya?” Coil speeds up his fingers, making Steampunk’s moans even louder, aiming to make her cum. Steampunk throws her head back and lets out a loud moan as she orgasms all over Coil’s fingers. Coil feels himself throb at the sight, and he slowly pulls out of her to see her juices mixed with his cum. Curiously, he licks his fingers to taste the mixture. “You’re delicious, love.” Steampunk was trembling softly, smiling as Coil called her delicious.
“You’re still a loser, though…” Coil grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of Steampunk’s face. She huffed, her cheeks still flushed. “And I still fucking hate you.”