Carly began spiralling

Carly never did return to the boxing club. Watching that video back had just been too humiliating. And she was a little frightened by how hard that rookie had rattled her - the way he had snuffed out that feminist spark and turned her into a mooing, hip-thrusting whore.

She was frightened by the dullness of her mind. The way two punches to the head had left her so groggy. Carly felt so dumb, so foggy and slow, for almost an entire week after it happened. She had even caught herself drooling a couple of times, the day immediately after the fight.

It was like Billy had made her… Lesser. Less confident. Less clever. More submissive. Like a good girl for him.

“I GOT your ass!”

Carly’s face burned with shame. Something about that particular insult hit her incredibly deeply.

She had always been self-conscious about her… Thickness. The flab on her belly, the wobble of her soft ass, so soft and light you could push a finger right through it to the back of her pelvis bone with zero resistance. And while Billy hadn’t literally been talking about her ass, that was how Carly heard it each time that terrible sentence popped into her head.

“I GOT your ass!” Billy had said.

Carly had been trying to prove she could be a fighter for two years, only for that rookie to knock her out so bad she was TWITCHING, and it only took him six seconds to do it. And what had he said immediately after her useless, defeated body slumped to the mat?

I got your ass. I fucking GOT your ass.

And in return, the stupid cow had started shoving her pussy at him. Her feminist mind pacified, totally soothed, and her body turned into a dumb slut’s.

The bitch really was all talk. Shoving that pussy at any man who could get her to shut the fuck up.

The whole situation was building in scale in her mind. The friendly smile on Billy’s face before the match would be remembered as an arrogant leer, like he was so sure he was about to reduce her to a snoring cow. His spur-of-the-moment comment after the win would be remembered as an intentional, thought-out mockery of all her pathetic little aspirations. You thought you could be a fighter? Bitch, I fucking GOT your ass! I GOT your ass!

The slight fogginess she had felt for a few days would be remembered as a month of being reduced to a giggling bimbo ditz. That fucking rookie had made Carly into his fucking BIMBO for a MONTH. He was probably laughing behind her back, watching the tape over and over in his room, making fun of her.

That asshole had wrecked her whole brain. Stolen her fire. He’d turned her into a drooling moron. He’d done it with no remorse. He’d brushed aside her two years of experience, and tried to make her a dumb fucking doll. He’d hit her right in the forehead, right in that feminist brain, and reduced her to a stupid mooing bimbo. His own personal whore.

“I GOT your ass!”. Fuck you, Billy.

Carly never officially quit the club. That wasn’t how this kind of thing worked. She just never went back. She was afraid to, honestly. And she hated that so, so much. She hated that Coach David had been right. She hated being a meek little girl, scared of stepping into a boy’s sport.

The time away was made worse by the fact that she couldn’t seem to forget about it. When she started attending that college (despite her awful history at the boxing club there, it DID have excellent courses and professors), it wasn’t enough to just steer clear of the club. No matter where she went, she heard people talking about Billy. The rookie who had sent her packing. Who had shown her the door, and turned her fucking stupid for a month straight, drooling and moaning and bucking her wide-open hips for any man who wanted to see.

They weren’t talking about Carly. Weren’t talking about her sham of a fight with him. In fact, they probably didn’t even know about it. But even just hearing Billy’s name was enough to bring the memories back for Carly. And even though Billy wouldn’t start going to the college for another two years after Carly began attending, his high school presence was enough to make an impact.

Billy just knocked another guy out. Billy has an uncrackable chin. Billy is the perfect fighter. Billy is unbeatable. Billy just won the fucking championship. He just defended his belt AGAIN. He just beat that champion from the other club.

Billy’s so handsome. Billy’s SINGLE?! I heard a rumor that Billy has the BIGGEST cock. I heard the same thing! Everybody wants Billy. Isn’t Billy incredible?

Each reminder made Carly shrink more and more into herself. Made her feel diminished at every waking moment. And she knew that there was still that damned video in the college’s records. Anyone who wanted to watch through Billy’s fight history - anyone who even thought they MIGHT want to, only to get bored and quit after five minutes or so - would START with her six-second shutdown. Start with her fiery charge, her rage-fulled battle cry, and her snores that sounded like moos. Her slow, repetitive hip-thrusting.

Future opponents studying tape on Billy. Future coaches looking at what they’re working with from the ground up. Future fans or analysts or fight historians. Anyone who wanted to know where Billy’s career began. Well, it all started with a stupid cow who thought she could be tough.

“Why would you ever put BILLY against some 0-8 bimbo?”

“Well, he had barely started boxing at the time. And technically, she was 0-7 before that… Um, ‘fight’…”

The match eventually cost Carly her relationship with Matthew, which had started just a year prior to the fight. He hadn’t been at the club on the day it happened, but he had heard all about it. And he would keep hearing about it for years. It seemed Carly could never forget nor get past what Billy had done to her.

Matthew and Billy were long-time childhood friends, while Carly had met Matthew at a party and hit it off with him. She thought he was sweet. Not like other guys were. They went on their first date shortly after.

Carly had convinced Matt to join the college’s boxing club ten months before her final match, saying she needed someone “on her team” against all the stupid guys there. Which is why she hadn’t been able to handle it when Matt kept going to the club after Carly gave up. She wanted him to quit in solidarity, and to forsake his long-time friendship with Billy, after Billy dared to box in a boxing match. She knew she was being unreasonable. She didn’t care.

But as it turned out, Matt really liked boxing, and he was pretty good at it. He wanted to stay in the club and see where he got with it. Unlike Carly, HE actually had talent - in one heated argument, he had gotten right to the edge of saying as much. “It’s not my fault you can’t-“ before he stopped. It was enough. She broke up with him on the spot. Stupid men, they’re all the same, she thought.

It was a long time before Carly timidly reached out, re-established contact with Matthew, and asked to hang out with him as friends. She had grown to miss him, and regretted letting him go, but it was too late to have him back as a boyfriend. She knew that. It was longer still before they started enjoying each other sexually once again, still keeping things unofficial.

Carly sometimes wondered if Matt had seen the tape of her retirement fight. She wondered what he might think of it if he did. If he DID see her like that. Mooing. Snoring. Thrusting. Drooling. A laughingstock. A stupid cow who thought she was tough. The idea made her heart sink.

In the years since it happened, as Coach Lucy took charge and the club’s attitude started to change, other girls had joined the club. Just a few of them. One of the first was a giggling, popular pretty girl, who would graduate a few years later. Carly had glared at her phone screen, watching a video the girl had posted to Instagram of herself at one of the club lessons.

“Am I doing it right?” the silly beauty said with a dumb smile and giggle. All the boys around her laughed.

Carly grit her teeth, and her hand clenched tight around her phone. Women like that set the rest of them back. All they cared about was male attention, and approval. When Carly had complained about her to Matt, he had gently explained that many of the other girls at the club were doing quite well, and that girl was just having a bit of fun, it wasn’t doing any harm. Carly didn’t talk to him for a week.

Fuck that pretty girl. She’d had everything handed to her. She’d never fought for anything. She’d never put herself out there, in the kind of position where you can actually lose something. Where you could lose a piece of yourself. Where you can discover that all of your hard work didn’t fucking matter.

And Carly had NOTHING on Billy. He had so much on her, but she had NOTHING on him. Even Matthew, trying to defend her honor and help her get over it, could never defeat him. He trained SO hard, all to beat Billy, and he couldn’t fucking do it!

Billy was literally fucking perfect. Everyone in his family was. You couldn’t even feel good about being angry over their natural talent, which they seemed to have for everything they tried, because all of them were also such hard fucking workers. And they were all SOOOOO “likeable”, and down to earth. Bleh!

Once, Carly had asked Matt - almost begging, PLEADING, to tell her that Billy had a tiny dick.

“You’ve known him for years, right? And you two are in the locker room together all the time,” she had said. “TELL me he’s packing a little baby shrimp. Come on.”

Matt sighed. This wasn’t like Carly at all, but the poor girl was only a year removed from her humiliating knockout at the time, and was still feeling the worst of it. Sometimes she got like this when she hadn’t slept properly.

Matt winced. He definitely shouldn’t say that to her. “Stop getting emotional, you silly cow. You obviously need some good beauty sleep to calm down. And I know just who can give it to you.”

Yeah, he was pretty sure that wouldn’t go down well.

“No, Carly, he’s big. Sorry.”

“But not as big as YOU, right?” she pleaded.

“Jesus, Carly-“ Matt put a hand to his head. He hated when she got like this. The girl had an obsession. Always looking for a crack in the armor.

“Not as big as YOU. OR as thick! You’re packing more meat, aren’t you? Tell me!!”

“For fuck’s sake Carly, no! Alright?! No,” Matt sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “Billy’s… He’s got EVERYONE beat down there. Alright? So just drop it.”

Carly’s heart sank. And for many years after, she hated Billy’s stupid big dick.

She thought about it often. Swinging low between his legs, or packed tightly into his boxing shorts and bulging obscenely. She imagined him forcing her to suck it, after rattling her brain and turning her into his drooling bimbo again. Her eyes dull and her movements sluggish, cheek bulging as she quietly, obediently slobbered on Billy’s manhood. The massive, thick cock, that Carly had no idea had yet to be inside of a pussy.

Maybe THAT was something she could’ve clung to, if she had known about it. Some flaw she could soothe herself with - Billy’s a VIRGIN! But then again, it wasn’t like he didn’t have a hundred women falling head over heels for him. The man had options. Maybe his dedication to combat, and his refusal to just casually fuck one of his many admirers and move on, was actually something Carly would end up fucking admiring, with a red face of rage and steam coming out of her ears.

Carly had never actually asked for the tape of their fight to be deleted, because she didn’t want to give Billy another chance to shoot her down. She didn’t want to cry in front of him ever again, and she was pretty sure she would start crying if she asked him and he denied her.

“Ohhh, that footage is my history”, he would surely say, wringing his hands. “I can’t part with my very first fight!”

In her worst moods, Carly imagined him sneering at her. “Why would we delete it? You look so good in that video. In fact, why don’t I just reach for that forehead of yours, and-“

Carly flinched at her own imagination, a shiver running down her spine. Never again. That could NEVER happen to her again.

She had no idea that Billy had asked the footage be deleted just seconds after Carly stormed out of the club. Coach Lucy had said she would ask Carly if she also consented to the deletion when Carly came back, feeling sure that she would but wanting to stick to the school’s procedure. After all, perhaps when Carly was feeling better she would want to use it as some form of motivation to improve, or perhaps she would want to study it to find out exactly what went wrong.

But then Carly never came back. And soon it was forgotten. And so the footage has stuck on the school’s file servers for all these years. Forgotten by everyone except for one, frizzy-haired girl who just couldn’t get it out of her mind.

Carly rolled around in her sleep. That voice pounding in her head.

“I GOT your ass! I GOT your ass! I GOT your ass! I GOT-“

Shut up, shut UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!

She clamped her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the rising sound of mooing cows.

“Zero and eight, but that chubby bitch doesn’t look like she ate zero!” A voice rang out from the crowd, as a stupefied Carly recklessly thrust her pussy out towards Billy at high speeds, BEGGING him for the thick, fat cock he was packing. The meaty man cock she didn’t deserve to have stretching her open.

“Couldn’t eat a PUNCH though!”

A chorus of snickering men surrounded her in her position of shameful defeat. Thrusting her hips fast. Faster. Faster.

“I can’t believe that stupid feminist thought she could hang. Her brain must be running slow. Stupid cow.”

Moooo~ Mooooooooo~~

Tears were welling in her eyes. Everything she had thought about herself had been wrong.

She was just a fucking cow.