Watch the first game.

Up ahead, beyond the crowd, a representative from each team stands near an array of towering metal poles. Each has a noticeable new accessory in a bronze bracelet around each left wrist inlaid with tiny crystals.

First there's Team A's (Elok Daven) beautiful noble Malakae Vraelion, garbed of course in a gym outfit to match all others, though her golden shorts properly match her illustrious draconic heritage--horns curling up from her head, a scaly tail, and eyes similar to that of a feline--and her popularity precedes her. Most if not all the students may have been convinced what happened back then was all a dream, but that doesn't mean it wasn't an amazing dream to behold, so if anything, she may be even more beloved now.

Next is Team B's (Lady Vex) flamboyant Kashura Saylinor, garbed in red. She stretches her arms high above her head as she prepares for what's to come--short but sexy physique, and not dressed even close to what you're used to seeing. There's no hat, no bodysuit, nothing extra flashy, though she wears the outfit well regardless. It strangely enough makes her appear... normal. Beautiful still, of course.

Team C (William Cresswell) is first represented by Trin, so yet another dragon. With her tight green shorts not matching her silver lineage like a certain other golden competitor, she still has an unmistakably cute appearance, and is even shorter than the one before her. Still, you know her as a capable mage, and one that was able to easily call for a giant crab from the ocean, though you're not certain if that was a spell or something else. It's a difficult lineup so far, especially with two dragons ready to go.

Lastly, your own Eva Beela. Thankfully, she's not the shortest, standing at about the same height as the dragon before her, though she is the largest. Her tiny blue shorts cling tight against her round cheeks, which she take a moment to adjust with a snap of the fabric, and the white top, despite being cut to fit, does little to hide the curves of her big bouncy breasts that sit behind the material. She stretches down, pronouncing her rear up into the ear, fluffy tail and all, before she gasps and stretches back again, gathering quite a few eyes in her direction. Though as she begins to notice all the eyes on her, blush comes to her cheeks. She whimpers as she self-consciously wraps her arms around her figure, though there's nothing she can do.

Juaela the elven bard speaks into her magical microphone, projecting her booming voice over the eager crowd as they cheer. "In our first contest, these four lovely ladies will try to climb to the very top of their pole and retrieve the flag. Do not worry! Each has been equipped with a magic band that will activate in the event that they fall. They will float safely to the ground. Be careful though, girls, because things are never as simple as they seem. By any means necessarily, you must get your flag and place it in this basket right beside me, all right? I spoke to our competitors about all of this already, though there are some additional rules as well. No teleportation. No flight."

Malakae's golden eyes are locked on Eva. She has her arms crossed over her chest--even the way she stands has an aura of royalty, hair flowing, posture straight. "Poetic that we'd meet again like this, Beela," she says with a smirk.

"I thought we bonded at least a little last time--" Eva tries to reply.

The dragon quickly clears her throat to interrupt. "N-Nothing happened of note last time we met." She looks away for a moment, possibly to hide colour in her face, but she takes a deep breath. For a moment, she lingers a warmer gaze on the bunny before she tilts her nose up once more. "All that matters is that I will best you this time."

"Don't count me out either!" Trin calls out. "You may be gold, but I'll show you right now what a real dragon can do."

Then, a boisterous laugh. It's Kashura, and she appears to be grabbing the brim of a cap that doesn't exist as she poses dramatically. "Whatever species you may be doesn't interest me at all. The human spirit persists beyond any strife--"

"And begin!" the bard announces. The crowd erupts into a thunderous applause.

"--and I'll be sure to prove why I'm the most talented competitor here," the sorceress continues. Then her eyes open wide as she sees the three other girls already at their poles. "Wait for me!"

Eva may not be strong, but she's certainly determined. She's **** to keep her body tight against the metal due to her lack of upper arm strength, but with the power of her thighs and a stubborn persistence, she remains neck-and-neck with Malakae, with Trin slightly behind, and the late Kashura closing the gap albeit with struggle. None of them are absurdly strong--not even close to Niki--though the dragons have a bit of an advantage for sure. That being said, rabbits are the masters of leaping, and this isn't far off.

The pole is squeezed between Eva's large, perky pillows, but the weight doesn't slow her down. She looks over at Malakae who climbs the pole beside hers. They stare at one another as they wiggle farther up.

"You'll... never... get there... first," snarls the dragon.

"Oh yeah? I'll get there... so fast that I'll... grab your flag too!" Eva snaps back.

The bard holds up her free hand and gathers the audience's attention as she speaks once again. "It looks like they are all almost a quarter of the way there. You know what that means! Ah. I suppose you do not. But you will certainly find out. Shoot the water!"

"The what--" Kashura asks as she glances down. At that moment, a stream of cold water hits her right on the ass, causing her to yelp out and slip a foot down the pole. "Hey!"

An individual has been set up at the base of each competitor's station, and they hold what appear to be wands able to fire streams of water, almost like water guns. Each of the four girls are repeatedly struck by this shocking sensation, covering their shorts--legs dripping--before their tops become soaked one spot at a time. The white fabric clings tight to their skin, and it becomes more difficult to hold on, both from the liquid, but also the embarrassment.

"Noo!" Eva cries out as her breasts are sprayed. She clings to the pole tight as parts of her top appear translucent, and it becomes unmistakably obvious that the tiny tips of her breasts are as stiff as can be, either from the chilly water, or something else--likely both.

Though she's not the only one. Malakae screams out in frustration as she does the same. Her face heats up despite her body cooling down, and she pants heavily. Her arms wiggle, and she slips below both Eva and Trin, if just for the moment.

Trin whimpers, but she continues onward. "So it's... this kind of a game, huh?" she grumbles. "William! You never said I'd be doing something like this!"

Such a strange intervention has brought all four competitors to nearly the same level, and each tries to continue regardless. Meanwhile, the audience loves it.

As you watch, Delphi flutters down near your shoulder. She eyes you up and down with a smirk. "If you need to sit down after watching this, I won't judge," she teases.

You look over. "But it gives you the perfect seat, doesn't it?" you tease right back.

She puts a hand to her head as she glances away. "You think you can just say that to me...?"

Nyllia giggles. "I think such a seat fits you fine."