Round 1: Athleticism!

Sabel stretched Tori's arms forward, shaking her rear back and forth at you to make sure your eyes were on her. Giggling, Sabel slipped a hairband on her head and picked up the ribbon on a string. "Are you watching me, Peter? You should be watching me! I'm getting ready for my routine!"

Both you and Ollie had your eyes on Sabel, entirely clueless as to what you were looking at. Ollie in particular didn't seem to really understand the competition aspect of this while in dog form, although when you explained the competition to Ollie she hadn't really understood the point anyway. You scratched your head, looking at the obstacle course your cat, via your friend's body, set up in your backyard. "So, what exactly is this, Sabel?"

"Oh, it's simple! Each competitor has to pick their athletic challenge to demonstrate their energy levels for you! I mean, it's important to show off our stamina and stuff, right?" Trying her best to be as adorable as possible in her sports bra and booty shorts, Sabel winked at you. "After all, if we're going to use Tori's body for cuddle time, the winner should show that they will be able to have enough energy to do whatever it is you want with us!"

"Right, but... what is this event you've made?"

Sabel adjusted her sports bra, after making sure you were watching. She wanted to gain every point of favor possible. "Oh, it's a combination of a ribbon gymnastics routine, high jumping, and a speed challenge! And then I'll do a flip and land on my feet!"

Before you could object, Sabel clicked a stopwatch and tossed it into your hands. "Okay watch me! Are you watching, Pete?" Sabel climbed up on the top of a storage box, finding it harder than when she was normally just a tiny cat, but eventually she scrambled up. Walking over a balance beam made of extra lumber, Sabel twirled the ribbon around her, spinning and leaping and somehow not causing her rickety setup to tumble. "Ahaha, look at that! Ten points!" Ten points of what?! You didn't understand the rules of this event at all.

Tossing the ribbon to the side, Sabel climbs off another box, runs as quickly as she can over to another precarious obstacle, climbing up a pallet resting on the old shed to get up to the rooftop. "Okay, big finale! I'll do a flip!"

You knew for a fact that Tori could not do a flip. Tori was still inside the body with veto control, but it seemed like by the time Tori realized that Sabel had gone too far, she halted Sabel's plan right near the end of the roof of the shed with unstable footing. "W-whoa, uh...!"

You saw the danger Sabel and Tori had found themselves in, and sprinted toward the shed at just the last moment, when Sabel finally slipped on a mossy patch and tumbled off the shed! You reached out, catching Sabel before she hit the ground, tumbling backwards with Sabel landing on top of you. "Oh my, Peter! I didn't know you wanted to make this a couples routine!" Sabel teased you with a flirty voice, before she reached down along your hips... and grabs the stopwatch. "Aaaaaand first place!"

Sabel climbed off of you, posing victoriously. "Whatever the dog does, her athletic skills won't even come close! Just declare me the winner already."

"So... How does this work again? I've never done this before." Ollie stood a distance away from you, rubbing her arm nervously. Unlike Sabel's all-out athletic attire, Sabel stood around in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, which honestly seemed more like Tori's athletic attire anyway. She shifted uneasily on either leg.

You tapped the frisbee in your hand with the other, like playing a tambourine. "It's easy, besides you said you wanted to try it earlier, right? I'm just going to throw this to you, then you catch it and throw it back."

Ollie furrowed her brow. "I see dogs catch with their mouths, but that seems weird when I'm like this. Do I do that?"

Chuckling, you shook your head. "No, use your hands."

"...okay, but then when I get it, can I just bring it back to you? Instead of throwing it back. The dogs don't usually throw it back."

You shrugged, and then took a stance, preparing to throw. "If you want, but you can always throw it back too. Either way. Ready?" You started your windup.

"I, uh, guess... okay." Ollie nodded, hunching down as she watched your movements intently. This was the athletic event that Ollie had chosen, since she didn't really know what else to pick. To be fair, she didn't seem enthused to be competing in this manner anyway. She just wanted to stay on the couch and keep resting while she's recovering, but she did think it was at least a good opportunity to understand the complexities of frisbee time. You let the frisbee fly, the disc soaring lazily in the sky, before stalling not far from Ollie. She took a few steps forward, reaching her arms out, and grabbed the disc before it hit the ground.

"I did it!" Ollie hugged the frisbee tightly to her chest, hopping up and down excitedly. "I did it, I did a frisbee! Okay, I'm going to bring it back to you!" Despite your insistence, getting Ollie to throw the frisbee back was going to take some time to convince her is fine when she's in a human body. She stops right in front of you, holding the frisbee out. "Okay, throw it again."

You reached out, and grab at the frisbee, tugging it--but Ollie wouldn't let go. "Uh, what are you doing, Ollie?"

"Well, it's mine now and I want it. So just throw it!" Ollie said, grunting as she tried to tug the frisbee back.

You yanked at the disc a bit more, shaking your head. "I can't throw it until I take it back, you now."

"No taking, only throwing!"

You tugged on the frisbee again, inadvertently pulling Ollie forward with one of your more forceful tugs, until she pushed against you, still holding the frisbee with all her might. Inches from her face, Ollie's big eyes looked up into yours, locked into a silent moment as you stared at each other in silence. Moments later, you and Ollie began to laugh, in the first moment of playtime Ollie had experienced in a long time. From a distance, you could hear Sabel's grumbling meow, almost as if she was judging you and Ollie harshly for such a sub-par athletic performance, but it didn't matter, you liked seeing Ollie finally look like she was enjoying herself. You didn't plan on picking a winner for these events, more than choosing arbitrary numbers to appease Sabel later. As far as you were concerned, the athletic competition had successfully concluded.

"...You really do have to let it go, though," you said.

"No! Just throw it!"