The girls' showers devolve

Simone is a leggy half-demon, with rich, red skin, curled horns, and a demonic tail that her guy friends often fantasize about grabbing her by. She's also one of the more aggressively competitive members of the girls' powerball league. Fresh off of her latest win, she and her team has retired to the showers, ready to freshen up after a long and sweaty game.

As Simone stands at her locker, struggling to peel off her uniform, a tall, green orc girl pops open the locker beside hers. She immediately recognizes her as Yrelle, her gorgeously-toned rival from the opposing team. In all of girls' powerball, there are few rivalries as competitive as that between Simone and Yrelle.

The half-demoness pretends to be occupied in pulling her sweaty shirt up over her head, and lets her tail swish about to poke Yrelle in her big, round butt. The orc yelps and swats the tail away.

"Good game today," says Simone.

"I scored more points than you," says Yrelle.

"Yeah, but I won, didn't I?" says Simone.

"Whatever. We'd have won if Raider hadn't cheated for you."

"What are you talking about now?"

"When Helen's shorts fell down. You're not going to tell me that was just a coincidence."

"Yrelle, sometimes shorts fall down. Raider isn't responsible for every time your team humiliates themselves. He doesn't have the time for that."

"I still say it was suspicious."

"And I say that, if Raider was after your team, none of you would have made it to halftime with your pussies covered."

The two of them paused, staring at each other. They were both thinking the same thing: They had stripped down to their underwear, it was time to pop their bras off, and it would be the first time they ever had the chance to compare breasts. Under their bras, it was too close to call, and neither girl was eager to come up short next to her rival.

"...You go first," says Simone.

"Wuss," says Yrelle. "On three, okay? One, two... THREE!"

The orc is out of her bra too quick to realize that Simone wasn't following suit. The half-demoness points and snickers at the perky green honkers hanging off of her. Yrelle responds by taking Simone's bra, pulling it away from her breasts, and letting it snap back before ripping it off her entirely.

"Whoa!" says Simone as the orc's hands close over her boobs. "You're just diving right in there, aren't ya?"

Yrelle cups her own boob, then Simone's. She takes her rival by the nipples and tries pulling them out to their limit. She even bends her over and jiggles them around in a hanging position.

Wow, thinks Simone, as Yrelle presses their breasts together. I guess this is what it's like to have your rival play with your tits. I'm nipple-to-nipple with Yrelle right now, and I still can't tell which one of us has the bigger--

"I'm bigger," declares Yrelle.

"What?" says Simone. "No way!"

"You hang further, but in terms of mass--"

"Oh, like you can really tell just by groping me like that! We've got to ask the Raider."

"We are not letting Raider compare our breast sizes!"

"Well, I'm not accepting a verdict from you. If there's one person in this school who could tell us who has the best breasts, its--"

Simone didn't detect it until it was too late: There was a faint smell of succubus pheromone circulating in the steamy air, and though she, as a demoness, was resistant to such things, it was sure to have a strong effect on every other girl in the showers. She's just about to drop her panties and withdraw to the shower, when she feels Yrelle's grip tighten around her tail, and a second hand re-discover her left breast.

The girls' showers are starting to devolve.