Salt Forged Stories

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Content Warning: NSFW – Sex, violence, and nudity. All at the same time. (It’s wet boxing in Beat, Prey Love. Come on now. Be fr.)

“Y'know,” Vivian Jiang explained, fastening the strap on her green and blue boxing glove, “I'd been meaning to return to the sweet science anyways. I'm mostly a Mixed Martial Artist, especially now, but when Kathy said one of the freshies wanted a topless boxing match, I said, 'hell yeah!' so let's have some fun with it, kid!”

“Yeah! Let's do it!” The short, tan student grinned at her from across the ring. “I heard that some of the best fighters on campus fought at Beat, Prey, Love. I hope the rumors are true.” The wiry youth slammed her boxing gloves together, eager to begin. Her bright green gloves and shorts contrasted well with her light brown skin, and with the rest of her outfit. Her black boxing boots looked well used, even if her matching black leg warmers and arm warmers gave the 19-year-old pugilist's outfit a touch of youthful whimsy.

“Rumors? C'mon Maxine. Wet or dry, if you're looking for a fight, BPL is the best org near campus. But something gives me the idea you're not new to this...” Vivian explained, gesturing at Maxine Williams's topless torso.

“Oh? Why do you say that” The freshman asked, stretching out and twisting to and fro and putting her cute, lithe frame on full display.

“Most girls at least try and look scandalized standing topless in a boxing ring.” Vivian Jiang said with a laugh. “You are cute though.” he grad student grinned.

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Written as a commission for a client who wanted fanfiction of 3 of his favorite characters

Cosmo Imai looked around his gym and sighed. It was true that their humble gym attracted a murderer's row of fighters and martial artists looking to improve themselves. But they'd spent so much time fighting, sweating, learning together that Cosmo knew their habits and styles nearly as well as his own.

He could scarcely imagine a situation where training and fighting weren't his favorite pastimes, but he could no longer deny to himself that he'd grown bored and this had grown stale.

He sipped from his water bottle and scanned the gym again, forcing a smile and a generic compliment to his latest training partner to hide his growing discontent. He made a note to reach out to some of the more eclectic fighter' s he'd met through his travels and see if any of them were still local.

The athletic 20 year old yearned for the sense of danger and uncertainty that had endeared him to fighting in the first place. His blonde ponytail bounced as he shook his head and subsumed the feeling beneath the simple joy of grappling. The dissatisfaction endured, but he couldn't defeat it by pouting and wishing anymore than he could become the world's best martial artist overnight. Results required effort.

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