Round 2: Beauty Pageant!

Eventually, Ollie began to understand a more human perspective on frisbee throwing, and you had a pleasant time outdoors with her. While she did seem to enjoy bringing the frisbee back to you at first, it seems the Tori half of her eventually pitched in to elevate the activity. Neither you nor Ollie tried to make this some sort of true athletic competition--it was just a pleasant time, to Sabel's apparent dismay as your cat watched from a distance.

Tori's body tired out faster than an energetic border collie might have liked, but she trotted over to you, stretching her arms up to fix one of her ears that had flopped over goofily as her tail swished excitedly. "Tori says it'll be easier if I start the second round of the competition instead of changing the channeling again. So, uh, what do we do next? I kind of feel like a nap would be nice, is there competitive napping?"

"Uh, well I guess it depends on how you interpret the next event, but Sabel insisted that the next event would be some sort of beauty contest. That's pretty much all that it is, it's dressing up in a way you think is the best for Tori and then, I dunno, doing something cute."

Ollie squinted at the cat sitting on a railing on the deck, and then looked back at you. "Well, okay. I guess. I think I need to shower anyway, so can I take a break for that first? I did a lot of running, but it was fun! I want to try later when I'm myself and my leg's healed. Tori tells me there's a bunch of tricks that dogs can do with frisbees and I think I could do them too."

You led Ollie inside, with Sabel zooming in past your feet as well. The cat seemed excited for the next round of things, but didn't really understand that Tori had slightly revised the rules for competition order, but fortunately you were able to distract Sabel with treats and her favorite laser-pointer toy while Ollie took a shower. Of course, the cat didn't have the same sort of endless capacity to want to play like a dog might, so eventually Sabel grew bored and lay down by the window to soak up some sunbeams.

After a shower, drying her hair, and then some time shuffling around Tori's room, Ollie eventually walked back out. She wore basically Tori's normal clothes, a t-shirt and jeans. You quirked an eyebrow. "Is this your beauty contest strategy?"

Ollie blinked, her ears twitching, before she looked down, spinning around a bit as she looked over her own shoulder at herself. "Uh, did I do it wrong? This just sounded nice. Besides, Tori is beautiful in anything she wears, I think. Don't you think so too?" She looked at you with big, pouty eyes.

Oof, she got you there! "Y-yeah, you look great, of course! You're totally right, you've got good instincts."

"Okay, I'm coming out now! Are you sitting down, Pete? Are you ready?"

You sat on the couch, scritching Ollie's ears as the dog--once again fully a dog--lay on her nearby bed. She seemed happy to be back to normal, like she felt like she had been trying too hard in Tori's body, even though really the dog had acted totally normally. "Yeah, I'm just in the living room."

"Can you turn on the music?"

You looked over at the stereo, where Sabel had inserted a CD that Tori had in her collection labeled 'Jessica Birthday Party Mix'. You had so many questions about it. Who is Jessica? Why didn't she want to keep her party mix? Did they have a beauty pageant at her birthday? You pushed the button, and some electronic dance music boomed out of the speakers, causing Ollie to perk her ears up.

Sabel swayed her way out of the bedroom, shimmying her hips as she shifted her weight from leg to leg to the beat. She held her hands low in front of her, moving her shoulders to the dance music as well, smiling alluringly at you as she made her way into your view. She naturally picked the slinkiest panties to pair with her stockings, but she wore a button-up blouse--unbuttoned, naturally--which was made from such a thin fabric that you could barely see her ass underneath the fabric. She didn't wear a bra, the fabric just barely hiding her breasts as it draped over her front, but from her neck to her panties, you could see Tori's bare skin. Her unsupported breasts swayed with her motions, barely hidden by the blouse fabric, threatening at any moment to break free.

With a wink, Sabel strolled forward to you until she was able to climb into your lap, though she kept shimmying and swaying her shoulders as she sat on you, peering down at you. "Tori needs some sexier clothes. But I think I know what you like! I saw your browser history all the times I sat on your laptop when you were trying to work. Even with a girlfriend, you seem to really like looking at boobs, huh? Well, now I have them, and you can look at them!" Grinning, Sabel slipped out of her shirt, tossing it aside so her bare chest jiggled in your face. "I kind of prefer this anyway. It's nicer when they bounce, I like feeling that!"

You leaned back, glancing up at Sabel, with her hands behind her head as she kept rocking her shoulders, her breasts swaying pendulously as she did. She tilted her head back, but she stared at you with her mouth hanging slightly open, ears twitching excitedly. "So, do I win yet?" Sabel asked. "I know how to make Tori's body look the best, just how you want! If I was Best Pet and could take over her body more, I'd just do this all the time and I think you would love it. If you wanna just declare me the winner now, I would wholeheartedly agree. And I think then we could 'celebrate' my victory, wouldn't that be fun?" Sabel winked at you.

You rubbed the back of your neck, wondering if you should appease your cat-friend so she would end the competition already, or if you should consider adding in one extra event of your choosing. "Well..."