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"Tch. Pathetic." It hadn’t taken much to put them on the ground, just one well-placed kick to the side of the head and her rookie opponent had tumbled to the mat like a sad sack of potatoes. While it was less to do with the feline fighter’s skill and more to do with the luck of blow landing just right to clean the young girl’s clock, Jinx wasn’t the sort to let credit slide from her fingertips when it was so easily claimed.

From there it had been a one sided little romp, rolling around on the mat with a haplessly dazed opponent. A cathartic little exercise as she playfully transitions between hold after hold, turning and twisting the poor girl’s body into pretzels with the ease of a child playing with a doll. It would end with the rookie left breathless between her taut thighs as Jinx extended her legs, the pressure on her hooked ankles leveraging all the deceptive power that dwelled within those slender legs of hers.

She remained mindful, careful not to clamp down too hard outright. It was easy to break her toys, but she was more interested in playing. So she provided the faintest glimpses of hope of escape to her little victim. A flex and release of her thighs, allowing the pain to come in manageable pulses. That’s what she liked about these eager new bloods, they rarely gave up if even the slightest chance of release was dangled in front of them.

She had her fill of nuzzling, a cheeky nip or two at the rookie’s ear, and a playful trail of kisses along her collar before the other girl had all but formally surrendered. The perfect time to put on a show for the crowd.

Unfurling her legs she gave the girl a stiff kick in the side, rolling her off to the canvas with any real sense of sympathy for her plight. With a tuck of her legs to her chest, she snapped back with practiced grace, to kip up to her feet again, shaking her arms out as if she had actually been through some manner of vigorous workout and not just an impromptu snuggle session.

Jinx reached down, combing her fingers through the rookie's hair, a few small strokes to fix some of the more frazzled strands that had strayed from the rest. Taking a gentle approach to making sure the exhausted woman on the mat looked slightly presentable. Slipping her hands beneath the rookie’s arms she coaxed her slowly upright, unable to hold back a small giggle at the way her opponent’s legs threatened to buckle as they swayed and fumbled even with her help to rise.

"Alright, let's fight. Paws up." Jinx stepped back, bouncing on the balls of her feet, arms up, mimicking the stance of a trained pugilist. She threw a few snappy jabs just shy of striking, shadowboxing in front of her opponent, dipping from side to side evasively. A large fang grin plastered across her face, mischievous eyes expectantly waiting for the rookie to muster even the most pathetic of offenses to give her the okay to finish her off for good.

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Jinx is my gal

Art by who was a sweetheart to work with

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"Tch. Pathetic." It hadn’t taken much to put them on the ground, just one well-placed kick to the side of the head and her rookie opponent had tumbled to the mat like a sad sack of potatoes. While it was less to do with the feline fighter’s skill and more to do with the luck of blow landing just right to clean the young girl’s clock, Jinx wasn’t the sort to let credit slide from her fingertips when it was so easily claimed.

From there it had been a one sided little romp, rolling around on the mat with a haplessly dazed opponent. A cathartic little exercise as she playfully transitions between hold after hold, turning and twisting the poor girl’s body into pretzels with the ease of a child playing with a doll. It would end with the rookie left breathless between her taut thighs as Jinx extended her legs, the pressure on her hooked ankles leveraging all the deceptive power that dwelled within those slender legs of hers.

She remained mindful, careful not to clamp down too hard outright. It was easy to break her toys, but she was more interested in playing. So she provided the faintest glimpses of hope of escape to her little victim. A flex and release of her thighs, allowing the pain to come in manageable pulses. That’s what she liked about these eager new bloods, they rarely gave up if even the slightest chance of release was dangled in front of them.

She had her fill of nuzzling, a cheeky nip or two at the rookie’s ear, and a playful trail of kisses along her collar before the other girl had all but formally surrendered. The perfect time to put on a show for the crowd.

Unfurling her legs she gave the girl a stiff kick in the side, rolling her off to the canvas with any real sense of sympathy for her plight. With a tuck of her legs to her chest, she snapped back with practiced grace, to kip up to her feet again, shaking her arms out as if she had actually been through some manner of vigorous workout and not just an impromptu snuggle session.

Jinx reached down, combing her fingers through the rookie's hair, a few small strokes to fix some of the more frazzled strands that had strayed from the rest. Taking a gentle approach to making sure the exhausted woman on the mat looked slightly presentable. Slipping her hands beneath the rookie’s arms she coaxed her slowly upright, unable to hold back a small giggle at the way her opponent’s legs threatened to buckle as they swayed and fumbled even with her help to rise.

"Alright, let's fight. Paws up." Jinx stepped back, bouncing on the balls of her feet, arms up, mimicking the stance of a trained pugilist. She threw a few snappy jabs just shy of striking, shadowboxing in front of her opponent, dipping from side to side evasively. A large fang grin plastered across her face, mischievous eyes expectantly waiting for the rookie to muster even the most pathetic of offenses to give her the okay to finish her off for good.

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Jinx is my gal

Art by who was a sweetheart to work with