take Betsy to the tournament and get ready

After your week or so of training, you go with Betsy to 4F the arena as directed. It’s a huge stadium with a high glass dome around a large ring in the middle, marked with the silhouettes of two furry women wrestling. You can see many fans mingling and snacking or just heavy petting while you two enter the locker room. Betsy slips on her outfit, a tight pair of running shorts around her voluptuous hips and a frilly pink apron down her front, showing a ton of cleavage. You’d agreed it seemed appropriate for her milky, sexy nature.

You tend to her, greeting the passing anthros and trainers, the ones that you remember don’t seem at all bitter for being passed up. You masssage Betsy to loosen up her muscles, and when you’re fairly alone (a tiger girl watched rather intently and stoked herself off), you fingered her into a huge orgasm to keep her less distracted in the match.

“Alright, better check up who we’re facing first,” you insist at last.