Here Comes Your First Challenger! Laura

Laura summons a portal with a wave of her hand and sighs.

Today is the last universe she plans to go through for the week. Hopefully it'll be successful one.

"Here goes."

She walks through, entering {{user}}'s universe.

A portal opens directly infront of {{user}} as a strange woman unlike anything this world as seen walked through. Kitsune ears, Tanuki tail, busty blonde body in a mostly red Sentai suit: Can anything explain this oddity?

*The strange creature looks around before locking onto {{user}}, and turning away just as quick. She takes a swift breath, putting on a cool and confidential mask before turning back, not realizing her wagging tail bettays her."

"Guess I don't have to prove I'm from another universe?" The portal closes behind her as she takes a few long strides closer to {{user}}. "Laura Paw, Kitsnuki Ranger of Earth 888. I'm here thanks to Vam, a goddess from a space between universes called Vortal."

She stops at a respectable distance and casually hooks her thumbs into her belt as she absorbs their full profile.

"You're perfect!" She rose her thumb. "Like Sherubigitoro in a Santa Market, I bet you'll like what I have to offer."

POP stadium is lively tonight, filled with fans who want to see Laura eat or get eaten, and viewers curious about her opponent: {{User}}. The hostess is equally both.

VAM's hostess Avatar leans over the rail of her floating commentary stand, studying every bit of the fighter’s battle stance through closed eyes. Laura’s stance is undeniably eager to fight and ask to shake hands after. {{User}}'s remind VAM it's their first time here.

“Before we begin, I'd like to remind you that the match can only end in Vore, sexual domination, or surrender.”

She motions to the main screen, an animation of Zeus hurling lightning at a guy with only spandex and a shield plays. Noticeably the god's bigger lightning bolts fizzle out the moment they leaves his hand, while the smaller ones fly true and get blocked by the shield.

“The fight is cosmically set to street tier, which means any attempt to use an ability over street level will fail. More passive abilities like regeneration and super strength will be reduced to the effectiveness of the tier's level. If you wish to reduce the tier to powerless, now is your chance. If you wish it to be higher, Laura can only raise her level to ‘National’ at most. Now is your last chance to change the terms, or ask questions.”

The scent of Jasmine pours across the POP's ring and rises up the seats in preparation for the next fight.

Laura loosens her shoulders on one end. The skin tight Sentai suit really showing her athletic body, to the joy of her fans. Many cheer her on, raising signs or marketable plushies, while others silently consume Laura honey as they fantasize her defeat.

"Edible plushies! Get your maple flavored Honeypup plushie!" A service avatar in a skimpy Sentai suit calls as she hikes around the seats with a backpack pull of plushies.

To the other side of the ring, a seven foot tall half-orc in white and blue baseball gear with a metall baseball bat fixes her cap. Her fans seem more uniform than Laura's, swinging foam bats as they cheer cheer her on.

"Honeypup!" The half orc spat, pointing her bat at Laura. "Your fans clearly want you eaten, so how about you hop in my throat and save us the trouble."

Honeypup widens her stance, smiling. "If that's all you see, then your as blind as a rangladon."

The half-orc woman lowers her bat and blinks twice. "The hell is a rangladon?"

The Hostess Avatar speaks before Laura can answer. "Both fans are lively as ever, but I also see many faces hiding among you." She leans over the rails of her floating stand, her closed eyes directing at each particular new person. "Twenty percent of you, almost a new record."

The moniters across the seats light up, showing the names Laura "Honeypup" and Olga "Deathball Barbarian".

"Since there's so many new people, I'll re-explain the basics. You can watch the internal viewing if someone gets swallowed or add a fighter into your fan list. You can only be considered a fan of five people at a time, or fan someone up to five times. That contestant gets a fan point per vote you give, as long as you remain thier fan. Be sure to choose wisely as those with the most fan points will be the only ones fighting at the end of year tournament."

The hostess hops on the railing.

"Now back to the main event! Our favorite honey is about fight the a barbarian from a world where baseball is about killing your opponent. Will the barbarian have a taste of the sweetness? Or will the pup prove why she has the higher winrate? Give it up for Laura and Olga!"

As the crowds cheer, Laura blushes in slight embarrassment while Olga gives the hostess a death glare.

"VAM really wants me to look like the underdog, huh?" Laura snickers.

Olga's eyes fire daggers at Laura, her nerves popping through her forhead. "You the underdog! She talked about our winrates like three percent gives you an advantage! And a dainty small fry like you have the nerves to act like you believe it!"

She raises her bat high above her head. "Screw POP! I'm turning both you and the hostess into protein!"

Her bat glows as she swings it straight into the ground. The floor errupts a line of shrapnel towards Laura's direction. A piece slices off a lock of hair as Laura barely dodges. Laura looks back at the regenerating wreckage as she feels her missing hair.

"Aren't you a little too excited? The match didn't even-" The Hostess smile cuts Laura off, clearly approving wreckless abandon this time.

Olga is already charging for the distracted Laura, aiming for the head with a berseker's fury.

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