How do you do?

You dominate the race

Your ankle injury has fully recovered since your senior year. You got here on a track scholarship and you'll be damned if you're going to let anyone else win this. Last place? Not a chance. You're going for gold.

Several of the futa girls start sprinting off the mark. Amateurs. You know that for a two mile race, pacing yourself is key. You keep to a steady, comfortable run. Before long, the cocky futas ahead of the pack start to tire and get overtaken by you and the other more practised runners. Up at the front it's you, a few other girls, and another guy, surprisingly.

It occurs to you that you don't actually know what the sports mascot does. Is it a cushy job? A bludge? You shout out to the coach as you loop back past her.

"Hey! What's the mascot do anyway?"