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Chapter 17 by Coy-toy Coy-toy

Who is the veteran?

The Trainer!

Walking in on the opposite side of the ring is a stunning woman, her heeled feet display a posture both domineering and yet elegant. The sheen of light reflecting off her red latex coated legs give the desire to worship them, they disappear into a thin latex garter underneath a guise of a Ringmaster. She gazes charismatically out onto the crowd, her poise perfect under the tight yet ruffled black and red latex coat. She oozes confidence and sexual charm as she raises her black cane and removes her top hat to recognize her audience who cheers for her. Her pale poceline skin and deep black hair contrasts her startling bright red lips, which smile widely at the applause she receives.

“Guarding the fifth tier and its large cash prize, please welcome back our resident ring master, The Trainer!” The gothic beauty turns and faces the wild animal before her, and points her cane at the beast she intends to break as she has countless before. The two banter, though with their distance and the roar of the crowd you cannot hear whatever witty remarks they make.

As they get closer to each other their physical differences become more apparent. While the Panther seems like the pinnical of athleticism, her tall ebony frame defined by her muscular curves, steps heavy and muscles tended for the approaching pounce, the Trainer appears her physical opposite. Not only is she significantly shorter, but her slender limber frame seems to almost float with elegance with each step she takes. The instant the announce starts the match, the feline pounces.

How does the fight go?

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