You push open the door, and.....

Peering through the small crack in the door as it slowly opens at your touch, you see a small room (about a fourth of the size of a classroom). It's covered in the same tile as the main showers on its floor and walls, but the roof is all shiny and bare metal. Even weirder, it looks like it's raining inside the room. Wait, no way -- is the roof here just one big showerhead? It is!

There's only one girl in here right now, standing in roughly the middle of the room and facing away from you, humming to herself as she washes under part of the room's downpour. You reach forward a hand to give it a try. It's a perfect temperature!! Plus, this room is really just kind of cool, even if it's probably a huge waste of hot water. You should definitely shower in here this time, so long as this other girl doesn't mind you being all naked so close to her. Maybe you should ask.

Stepping into the room and letting the door shut behind you, you tread your way across the wet tile taking care not to slip or fall over. The warm water feels so perfect on your bare skin, it's like the temperature was hand-picked by Father Christmas. The top of your head is all fuzzly and warm, your boobies are getting properly heated n' treated by the falling pellets of warmth, and all around it's just a full-body good time. You wonder what this room's used for, since they have normal showers so close by? Full-class shower time? Rain-based combat training? Does rain even matter much, since the umbrella was discovered however long ago?

As you get closer, the woman in the middle of the room turns towards you and bends forward, reaching back with a hand to scrub at her back, humming quietly all the while. Wait, no way! You freeze in place and stare as the woman lets out sweet, divine music and cleans her pristine, heavenly body.

Yes, you're right! You'd recognise that orange hair and thick, toned midsection combo anywhere. No way.... you're totally in the showers with Gold Rush right now! This is awesome!

Almost forgetting how much of a slipping hazard the floor is, and that you're completely bare and open to see, you break into a short sprint towards her. You{if GoldRushGym == True} didn't get a chance when you saw you working out at the Gym, but now that she's here, you just{endif} have to say hi, and tell her what a huge fan you are!

She looks up as you draw close, evidently having heard the pat-pat of your feet, and her eyes go wide. "W-wait!!" She cries, holding up her hands and jumping back. You stop a few steps before reaching her, which is annoying, because you wanted to give her a big bare-breast to bare-breast hug.{if GoldRushGym == True} This again?? She was acting similarly at the Gym when you tried to go up to her too.....{endif}

It's sort of weird, looking at her as she hunches over with her hands up to stop you. If it was anybody else, you'd think it was almost like cowering (which is already weird, since you're Debbie and all), but since it's the best fighter in the school she's probably just doing some advanced combat technique you're too inexperienced to understand{if GoldRushGym == True} again{endif}.

When she finally notices that you did actually stop when she asked you to, she slowly raises her head to peek up over her arms. Then, relaxing a bit (but still looking anxious), she straightens back up a bit and lets her arms dangle by her sides as she analyses your face.

You beam brightly and wave. "Hello!!"

Gold Rush cautiously raises one hand, then waggles the fingers at you in greeting.

"Can I give you a big hug even though we're naked, please?"

Gold Rush looks taken aback for a second, then her eyes shoot down to your impressively-sized chest and she takes what you'd think was a nervous gulp if anybody else had taken it. One step, then two steps, she backs up a bit further away from you.

"Ha.... ha.... those puppies sure are big, aren't they?"

You didn't see any animals at all, but you nod, because she's probably right after all.

"Who exactly are you, if I may?"

"Oh, sure!" You exclaim, clapping a hand against your forehead for your silly mistake. How could you forget? What sort of first{if GoldRushGym == True} proper{endif} impression are you trying to make, here?

You introduce yourself by name, and spend a lot of time explaining how you saw her fight and how you're her hugest fan and how, really, the fight got called early because she was clearly only pretending to be completely **** and pacified, but nobody else was clever enough to see it. By the end, she seems to have relaxed a bit more, and maybe even warmed up to you -- she looks pretty cheerful about all those nice things you said.

"Well, I sure do appreciate a fan, but...." Gold Rush hesitates, and studies your face again, then sighs. "Well, hell, I ain't exactly lacking, don't get me wrong-"

She cups her breasts, one in each hand, and gives them a little jostle. They're super firm, so they barely jiggle at all, and her ripe mounds are more than a handful for her. Midway through shaking them, a shiver visibly runs up her body and her eyes flitter upwards. For a second it looks like her legs are going to give out, but then she composes herself, so you were probably wrong.

"But if you and I were to, um, 'hug' while you're packing that kind of heat? Well, I don't mean to put a damper on your enthusiasm, but I imagine you'd squash me flat, and then I'd be...." She gulps. "Well, frankly, if you and I hugged front-on and bare like that, I think it'd only be a matter of time before I was limp and dangling out cold in your embrace."

What? No way! As if an embrace could ever even slow down Gold Rush, let alone knock her out cold. You try telling her how absurd that is, but she just shakes her head sadly. When you press on with more enthusiasm about how great she is, she holds up a hand and speaks back more forcefully.

"You don't get it, sweet as you are -- you'd grab hold of me, push into me, and I'd be yours. Weak. Feeble. All of my strength would be sapped, and you'd be able to just keep pushing against me as I drained and drained in your hold, barely struggling a mite, not able to even whisper to beg you to get off of me, until I'd be so weak, so sapped and diminished, that I'd pass out in your arms with nothing more than a final hushed and shaky sigh. Hell, probably even before you get halfway done flattening me. Probably in under ten seconds."

You don't really like listening to the things she's saying, it's a little bit scary sounding, especially coming from your hero. As she goes on, her voice gets faster and faster, and more agitated.

"You chest-bumped me with any amount of ****, front on, I'd probably go out like a light, just like that. Snoring. Concluded. You'd dump my limp body to the floor like it was nothing, and then I'd be stuck here, laying passed out on my back on the shower tile. Nobody else around to see it but the girl who's apparently my biggest fan and who just sent me off to the big dreamland in the sky with a single, powerful, utterly flattening and destructive blow-"

She stops her rant when she sees you shrinking away from her increasing volume. She sighs to herself, shaking her head, then continues in a softer voice.

"Hell, I'm sorry. I've just had to come to terms with my weakness lately. Don't know if I can still be a Warrior now, all cards on the table."

"Wait, hey, no way!" You suddenly object, after about two minutes of being quiet and listening to her ranting. "What are you talking about?! Even if you might've lost that fight (on paper), you were still completely winning beforehand! Your punches were super duper good!"

Gold Rush lifts her head.

"And, and your way of pushing him back across the Arena was awesome too! You were like, whizz, and he was like, oogh, and your hands were so super duper fast and powerful every time, and- and you can't just quit when you're the best fighter in the school! Everybody has weaknesses to overcome, right? And you don't even! You're way too good to give up now!"

Gold Rush pauses and looks you over, seeming to consider what you're saying. Slowly, ever so slowly, a smile finds its way onto her face, as she runs a hand up and over her robustly toned, thickset midriff.

"Well, hell girl. You might be as crazy as an unshaved bison, but you've got heart. And you're right -- I can't just give up. I'm a great fighter, and a great innovator -- I just need to find a way around this, and it'll be smooth as custard from there!"

You nod and jump in place happily, clapping with glee. Now she's got it, that's the Warrior's spirit you knew she had! And how cool that you're officially a part of her origin story now. You smile, and run up for a hug, which she has to dodge and fend off and back up from until you remember why you're not actually allowed to.

Both of you bent forward, laughing and panting as the hot shower water hits your bare bodies, Gold Rush looks up to you with a grin.

"You know, I just came in here to keep away from any folk trying to ambush me and down me again -- but I sure am glad I waited 'til after the shower-rush now. You're a real one-of-a-kind gal, Debbie!"

You grin and blush a bit. How awesome, getting a compliment from Gold Rush like that! You can't wait until a year from now, when you're a bit closer to how cool she is right now.