Chapter 21 by Coy-toy

Do you have any chance left?

Would anything change?

Even with her new third leg, the yellow kitty simply outclasses you both in skill and athleticism. You manage to stay on your feet about 15 seconds this time, before the wrestler takes you down again. This time, you are bent over your head on your shoulders, ass in the air like a folded triangle. This lets her line her new appendage perfectly with your pinned and waiting ass.

“Now, any last words before you lose you last claim to manhood?”

You whimper as you struggle weakly and hopelessly to get out of the awkward pin. You could tap, to delay the inevitable… though at this point at your core you know you have lost and have no chance of besting the superior fighter.