A mixed bag.

Finishing her stretches, Lena began idly picking her yellow bloomers out of her ass, they were tight enough to give her a wedgie every time she moved.

looking up and down the row of her competition, she began to size them up. Three stuck out from the rest.

To Lenas left she could see Harley Quinn, sporting some thick clown makeup on top of her already paper white skin.

She was rapidly shaking, her legs looking like they were about to give. Whether this was from the cold, or due to the violently vibrating horse dildo lodged up the manic supervillains ass, Lena couldn’t tell.

She would be unpredictable, but as serious competition she could be reasonably counted out.

To Lenas direct right, she recognized the skintight costume and impressive derrière of Helen Parr.

Lenas Owner has brought her to see the Incredibles 2 in theatre, and though she had spent most of the film on her knees, she got the gist of it.

Lena was thankful for once that superpowers didn’t work in this universe, but then again, Parr probably retained some flexibility, no doubt pushing the absolute limits of what’s physically possible. Her stomach capacity would be impossible to beat.

Lena silently cursed, Mrs. Incredibles presence meant this would be a sprint, not a marathon.

The last character of concern spotted by Lena, was a stern looking blonde woman, with long luscious hair curling slightly at the ends and a pair of plump pink lips.

She was from an anime, if Lena recalled, one about a suit of armour and a midget.

The tough blonde woman was easily dressed in the least “clothing” of anyone there, an outfit consisting of three carefully placed bandaids, and yet she looked totally unaffected by the harsh elements.

Her Owner, like Lenas, was stood behind her, and as he gave her some whispered words of advice Lena could only gulp at the firm resolute nod given by the blonde in response.

Lena was so lost in strategy, she barely registered a countdown beginning, and by the time she refocussed her attention on the mystery solving short-stack tied up in front of her, the race was on.

“-1!”

“Aaaaannnnd… BEGIN!!!”