The cat-woman criminal, Felinus.

"We'll see if you're ready for me, Fido," a feminine voice says from behind you. Before you can turn around to see who said it, you see a lithe form leap over your head and land in front of you, right between you and the judges.

The figure belongs to a young woman who's body is covered in a velvety golden fur. Her small blue spandex top does nothing to hide the ample curve of her chest and her matching shorts look very hot on her tight ass. A long cat tail protudes from the base of her back, just above the top of her shorts. Looking back to her face you see she looks mostly human but with some feline features. She has large green eyes and her ears have a slight point to them at the tops.

"Is that drooling part of your doggy-powers, or do you just like what you see," the cat-woman says as you finish looking her over.

"Sweater Puppy, this is Felinus," Paragon tells you. "She's a former catburgler that we are trying to rehabilitate. We thought that she might be an interesting apponent to you."

"Well, bring it on," you say, giving your opponent a competitive stare. "The day a cat can beat up a dog, I'll hang up my spandex."

"Mmmmm," Felinus purred and then licked her lips. "Is that a promise?"

"Now, Ladies," Midknight interrupted. "This is just an audition, not a streetfight. You can use all your tricks but nothing that will do any real damage. Take your places."

You step to the corner of the fighting arena and stare across at Felinus, feeling a little growl escape your lips.

"On the count of three, Ladies. 1... 2... 3... Fight!"