Weight - Box! (Rarity)

>A loud bell tings, echoing throughout the room, only to be drowned out by the roar massive crowd.
>You stand up, placing your mouth guard back in, barely managing to put up your gloves as you heave with exhaustion.
>You remember this being the fifth time the bell has rung, signifying that there's one round left after this.
>Limping up to your opponent, you both hesitate for a moment, before you stick out a jab.
>He leans back and retorts with a body blow of his own, connecting you square in the kidney.
>You stumble backwards, and he encroaches, with you putting up your guard.
>Throwing out a short uppercut, he blocks your fist with his elbow, and slams your fingers into his tempered bone.
>He delivers a right hook to your chin, and you fall to the floor like a sack of bricks.
>The crowd skyrockets into a bellowing myriad of screams, of despair and excitement.
>You shake off, vision blurred with you staggering to your feet.
>Coughing as you get to your knees, a splash of sanguine escapes from your mouth and onto the mat.
>Pulling yourself up with the ropes, you see her, cheering you on like she had been for the past 3 years.
>At first she was furious that you wanted to become a boxer, but with your several months of training, she's slowly beginning to warm up to it.
>She never wanted you to get hurt, and has always been very protective over you, and the fact that you were willing to directly put yourself in harms way sent her into a furor.
>But there she was, cheering for you to stand and keep going. You always think that she's begging you to stay down, but even she couldn't stop you from your dream.
>You turn to face the ref at the 7 count, holding your gloves to your chin to signify you're okay to fight.
>The ref utters something you can't comprehend in your haze, but you nod and with a few motions he continues the fight.
>The opponent pressures you with combinations of punches, and your guard barely holds.
>He offers a really widely-swung hook, and your eyes widen.
>You swoop under the hook as if you had barely slid under the slowly closing exit door.
>A glimmer sparks in your eye, and you raise your right fist to the heavens, slamming into his chin.
>He stumbles backwards against the ropes, and you follow suit, unleashing a flurry of blows into his stomache and face.
>His guard is quickly broken as you unleash every drip of adrenaline fueling through you through your fists.
>You can't even visibly keep up with the velocity of your arms, before you hear the bell ring and the ref pull you off of him.
>He stands, only being held up by the ropes as he lies limply across the top rope.
>Your seconds rush in, picking you up and tossing you in the air in celebration.
>Looking around, the crowd is shouting, whistling and jumping around as they shake each other from the excitement.
>The casters rush in as well, questioning about the fight.
"Anon, how did you come back from such a devastating hook?"
>You sigh, pointing with a trembling arm.
"Her."
>A crowd of women blush and swoon, each assuming you pointed to them.
>You tell the caster to hold for a moment and throw off your gloves to your second, before you weave out of the ropes and to the front row where she sits.
>Despite your numb forearms and blood seeping through your thick handwraps, you pull her out of her seat, and carry her to the ring, stepping back in and standing her alongside you.
"All the hours I spent caked in my own sweat and blood, the burning of my muscles grinding as I raced up and downhill, would have been impossible without her cheering me on."
>With a point of your bloody finger, you wrap your arm around her and rest your hand at her hip.
>The caster tugs his microphone back to himself.
"And your opponent, what do you have to say to him?"
>He pushes it back to you eagerly awating a response.
"He definitely put up a good fight, but as far as I know, he doesn't have her behind him to drive him to follow his dream to become the best. Me? I can say that proudly, thanks to my Rarity."
>She blushes, nodding approvingly as she wraps her arms around you.
>Turning, you embrace her and press your lips against hers.
>Running a finger through her silk hair as your lips synchronize, you hear a warming "Awwww" come from the crowd in unison.
>You pull away, staring into her glistening eyes and her pure smile.
>Giving a handshake to your opponent, your seconds and Rarity walk back into the locker room.
>Your second looks at you.
"That was an incredible comeback, Anon."
>Shrugging it off, you tell them that you just fought with your heart and won.
"Anyway kid, just come back in a few days with some good sleep, eh?"
>The coach gives you a light tap on your shoulder with his knuckle.
>You respond with an audible wince, and he pulls away, scratching his head.
"Right, sorry about that. Have a great night, Ms. Rarity."
"Thank you dear, to you as well. Come on Anon, we've got to bring you home and let you rest."
>You lean on her as you limp back out to the private lot, and flop into the passenger seat.
>Rarity shuts the door for you, and gets in her own side, letting out a heavy sigh when she shuts her door and puts in the keys.
"When will you be done with this, Anon? I really want you to just get this all out of your system and you to quit."
"I love this, what are you talking about, babe?"
"You LOVE getting beaten to a pulp by some stranger you've never met before on a regular basis, just for fun? Anon, you can't be serious, can you? Quit scaring me half to death like that with those 'famous comeback' wins of yours! You can hardly walk afterwards, and you have to use me like a crutch to get to the car!"
"Why can't you understand that it's what I want to do, Rarity?"
>By now, Rarity has already pulled out of the parking lot and is rampantly careening through the highway, weaving through cars like she was trying to imitate tonight's performance.
"Why can't you understand that your body will give out on you before your dream does?"
>You realize that she's just arguing with you because she hates seeing you hurt, and you always want her to go to every event to cheer you on while she holds back from running into the ring and stopping the fight the moment you go down.
>After about 20 minutes of bickering between each other about your career and future, you finally arrive back at your house.
>Rarity pulls out her keys from her pocket, unlocking the door and walking inside in front of you.
>With all of the money you make, you can afford a really nice place Rarity insisted on getting.
>She doesn't really seem to realize that you're the one who keeps this house as yours, though.
>Rarity sets her purse on the table, and walks off into some depths of the house.
>Looking around your living room, for how much money you make it's not very lavish looking.
>It's really spacious, but you're not one to live in luxury despite your girlfriend's tastes being on the opposite end of the spectrum.
>It doesn't really matter to you anyway, you can't recall how many times that your father had told you to keep her happy and she'll keep you happy.
>She's really worth every penny, though.
>Anyway, you take off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your boxers.
>Walking down the hall to the medicine cabinet, you unwrap your fists to reveal your bloodied and skinned knuckles.
>Opening up the cabinet and re-wrapping your hands, you shut the door and head back into the living room.
>There it is, your most prized possession, your Hot Tub.
>You've spent many a sore night resting in the hot tub, it's one of the most relaxing things you've ever experienced.
>Taking off the cover reveals the crystalline water and pure seating.
>Hitting the switch kicks the streamjets on, making the water splash uneasily.
>Without breaking pace, you hop in and immediately feel the soothing effects.
>The heat slowly rises, and you sink in further onto the jets pushing against your skin.
>Its narcotic-like warmth only entices you further into the water, as you see a figure stand in the light from down the hall.
>The figure with childbearing hips sways into the room, with a very tight swimsuit that's pressing into her bosom.
>It's nearly all string and small cloth patches covering her nipples, as she slides into the hot tub beside you.
"When did you get this, Rarity?"
"Oh you know, I just fashioned it while you were away at the gym. While I dislike that you're boxing, you still ARE the winner tonight."
>She lightly traces your hardened abs, before gliding her hand down to your crotch.
>She delicately cups your member, still swathed in your boxers.
"Let's just get rid of these, hm? I'll let you relax for a moment, then I'll give you your prize."
>She grabs the elastic band of your boxers, and pulls it down, holding it up proudly with a finger like some deep-sea treasure.
>With a flick of her finger, she chucks them to the other end of the tub, with them violently battling the torrent of heated bubbles.
>She returns her hand to your chest, gently gliding down the top of your member, before wrapping around and giving you a soft grip.
>Rubbing your tip with her thumb, she gently works you until you're stiff.
>The water slows down her speed, but provides ample lubrication.
>A shiver throws you into motion as her experienced hands work your member.
>Rarity forms a very unique pattern with her hand as she jerks you, changing between your tip and shaft.
>If your body wasn't nearly useless right now, you'd be thrashing from the enjoyment.
>She sweeps from beside you and in front, kneeling with a raised brow and wicked grin.
"Rarity, you don't have to do this, you know."
"I insist, darling! If you catch my drift, I have a feeling that my hair would get ruined tomorrow night anyway."
>Rarity lets out a soft giggle, lightly stroking you.
>Your body manages to let out trembles, despite being unable to control anything that's not inside the hot tub.
>It's melted all pain in your stomache, and your arms and head are the only things other than your quickly stiffening member that aren't totally numb.
>Pulling down her suit reveals her light pink nipples, placed perfectly on her c-cups that float to the top.
>Her other arm grabs your hand, and she pulls you to her breast.
>You're more than eager to grip her soft breast, giving a quick squeeze as she embraces you, letting go and pulling herself on top of you, seated on your lap and wrapping her legs around you.
>You let go of her tit, pressing her chest against yours, before she leans in for a kiss.
>Following suit, you pull her in as her flower grinds against your manhood at attention.
>Rarity groans into your mouth as you grind yourself onto her, keeping her from speaking by locking tongues.
>With your spare arm you grab her ass, squeezing her perfect silk body and finding the water jet teasing her as she presses and toys with you.
>Still pressed face to face with her, you reach outside of the jets and turn them to the highest setting.
>She squirms uneasily in your mouth, pressing harder against you, gently rubbing you..
>Rarity puts you inside her, and begins to ride you like a bull.
>Her occasional groan turns into rhythmic, deep huffs of breath.
>Breathing out your nose, she opens her eyes and looks with glazed eyes.
>Rarity's tongue rests lazily in your mouth, focused on driving you deeper inside her and controlling her breath.
>Each time you pound deep into her, a wave rises to the top from between you two.
"Oh, yes dear! Just like that, I can feel you!"
>You're kind of confused, you've never really heard Rarity talk like this before. It's like english isn't her second language.
>She usually speaks in a much more formal voice, even during sex.
>Maybe she's losing the thought process behind her speaking as she rampantly pushes you inside her again like a gloriously broken record.
>Undeterred, you continue on but feel yourself clench, and you give way.
>Your head reels back, feeling yourself empty into Rarity.
>Her heavy breathing pauses for a moment, before she pulls away and lets out a deep sigh as her eyes roll back.
>She returns from her moment of thought, returning to normal as you and her step out of the pool.
>You dry off, and turn off the hot tub for another day.
>Warmed and cleared of mind, you lie down on the couch, with her on top of you, holding on tightly.
>A half-hearted slap onto the remote atop the coffee table turns on the TV, and you both ignore it and stare longingly into each other.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed your prize, Anon."
>You give a light chuckle, stopping abruptly from the pain still lingering in your sides.
"I couldn't ask for a better one than you, Rarity."