My First Gym Day

A new day begins; marking the start of a new week, as Ren wakes on cue at 6.30 am, feeling the Monday breeze cool the apartment air as she gets quietly dressed, glancing at Vivia’s sleeping expression of happiness, before leaving the bedroom for a morning breakfast.

This week was her time off work, enjoying the relaxing morning all to herself, as she tucks into her filling meal of a cooked breakfast of toast, baked beans and a fried egg with a mug of tea.

Ren spends her period of relaxation watching morning television, as she checks texts from family, and the soothing mood of the calm morning sun rays softly lights up the room whilst she sips her tea slowly as the channel rolls by.

‘Hmm… half 8 is normally the time when Vivia wakes up,’ Renalia thinks to herself, as the clock reads 8.28am, wondering if Vivia has anything planned for the day. Maybe, both could go out for the day as literally nothing was on for the day for Ren’s schedule; it was empty of everything.

Vivia, 15 minutes later, appears from the bedroom in her loose pyjamas, stumbling tiredly to the bathroom, going for the toilet as well as to wash her face, Ren watching for a second before indifferently focusing back to the television.

‘I’ll ask Vivia after she’s dressed,’ thinks Ren, wanting to allow time for her roommate to wake up fully, so she can be capable of making a definite and sober decision for the day.

Returning to the bedroom shortly after washing her face, Vivia gets dressed in homely casual see-through tights that slightly show her gothic black panties and a loose gaming black crop top, Renalia noticing that maybe today was not a city trip for them.

“Um, Vivia,” Ren asks as Vivia leaves the room, appearing to be in thought.

“Oh, yeah Ren?” Vivia responds, stopping her train of thought briefly as she locks eyes with Ren.

“I wanted to ask; are you free today to maybe, go out for town for the day?” questions Ren unconfidently, thinking that Vivia seemed occupied on something and would likely reject her request.

To her dismay, Vivia replies, “Unfortunately, I have a stream I’ll be setting up for this afternoon, so maybe ask Estie if she’ll be free. You have her number, right?” making a cup of tea as she makes herself a bowl of cereal.

“I do,” disappointingly says Ren, as a little depression begins to grow. Wanting not to give in to such emotions, she shakes her head and decides to go for a jog, putting in her music, heading out for a light run down her usual route to rid herself of the negativity.

Ren closes the door, telling her roommate that she’ll be off for a jog, as Vivia waves for her to take care before returning to her stream plans, allowing Ren to begin her exercise for the late morning.

Vivia is preparing her stream equipment, laying them out on the dining table to then hear the doorbell go off, thinking that Ren maybe have forgotten something as it’s only been 15 minutes.

She pauses her streaming preparation business, walks over to the door, expecting Ren to be outside.

To her surprise, it wasn’t Renalia. It was Ammie.

“Oh, Ammie! You’re here…,” Vivia says happily surprised, Ammie standing at her door in a casual outfit of skin-tight jeans, a game t-shirt and a matching hoodie.

“What’s up,” Ammie salutes, in a deeper pitch than her natural one.

“Hehe, why the pitch shift? You’re not doing an epic movie intro,” jokes Vivia, right hand over her mouth, smirking to Ammie’s little comedic pose.

“Well, I was wondering if you’re free for a day out. Estie is off doing her fashion shit at her business, so I am bored as hell today,” Ammie bluntly complains with an expression of flat-line boredom.

Vivia sighs with disappointing news as Ammie looks on with social expectation for some in-person chilling time with her online friend.

“Hmm… in the words of Blogs Bunny, ‘Meeehhh, I’m busy Doc,’ hehe,” Vivia imitates, as she claps her hands together to initiate an ask for forgiveness.

Ammie responds in comical fashion imitating Schuarshmalegger, “You Boobafucker, I’ll be back!”

Both girls giggle together before Vivia straightens out her mind to explain clearly and seriously, clearing any confusion as to why she can’t socialise that day, “So, to be blunt; I’m busy setting up a stream for this afternoon, and therefore I can’t hang out with you Ammie.”

Ammie mumbles, grabbing Vivia’s shoulders as she childishly complains, “Aww, c’mon! I wanna hang out with my online, big titty buddy,” shaking her a little as she shakes her head in slight desperation.

Vivia chuckles to herself as she replies, stopping the shaking; knowing why Ammie did it, completely overlooking the reason as she replies smoothly, “I know you enjoy my voluptuous presence but I really can’t spend time out today. But,” she pauses, looking down her apartment exterior corridor, “you do have someone that could help satiate your boredom,” pointing with her thumb for Ammie to follow.

“Ah,” an expression of joy fills Ammie’s face, “My big-booty hero!”

“Eh…,” Ren says, returning back from her jogging, to see Ammie’s hands on Vivia’s shoulders with no context as to what’s happening.

A few minutes pass, before Ammie lets go of Vivia, Renalia walking up to the two to find out what’s going on, only then for Ammie to grab her hands before stating, “Ren, me hero. Are you free to hang out?”

Ren looks on unexpectedly confused at the sudden invitation from Ammie, after a brief moment in thought as to what’s going on. ‘Wait, what’s going on? Ammie’s asking me to hang out, but I have no idea whether I want to but… this is the first time she has asked me so. I wouldn’t mind,’ Renalia thinks to answer properly as to not upset Ammie, especially being invited by someone who was a little interesting to hang out with before.

Breathing in and out before looking at Ammie with confidence of an answer, she takes control of the situation by explaining, “Well, to begin, I can hang out with you today, but first, I have just returned from jogging and need to have a shower. And secondly, I need more appropriate clothing than my jogging set so I can enjoy our time out together.”

Ammie lets go of Ren’s hands, saluting with a positive attitude-based reaction, “Yes sir! Hehe, that works for me,” taking out her phone as Renalia sighs with relief as she can catch her breath.

“Say,” continues Ammie, scrolling on her phone, “can I have your number?” as she looks at Ren with giddiness, who smiles back before thinking about giving her number.

She looks at Ammie with a convinced look on her face, as she takes her phone from her jogging bottoms pocket, hanging her ear phones around the back of her neck, scrolling through her phone to find her number. “Here you go,” Ren says, conversing her number to Ammie, as she starts tapping on her phone screen to save it to her contacts, “I’ll call you in a few hours when I’m ready.”

Brimming with joy, Ammie thumbs up before departing, as Vivia warm-heartedly smiles over the new found friendship before both she and Renalia make their way inside to get on with their day ahead.

Ren gets dressed in casual outdoors clothing, wearing dark blue jeans, a metal band t-shirt and her leather jacket, with her new trainers she’s been enjoying since buying them.

Ren wanted to show off her trainers to Vivia, but noticed that she’s in her gaming room as she could hear her chatting away to what seems her online chat as she realised that she had begun.

‘Aww, I wanted Vivia to see my new trainers I bought, but ah well. She’s busy; best not to interrupt her,’ Ren thought to herself, walking out of the apartment, texting Ammie that she had left and was on the way to the bus station to greet her.

A new friendship seemed to appear to Ren on the horizon.

Ren waited for her new companion to arrive, as she steps off the bus with a silly waving greeting and then hand-gun saluting with a cheeky wink. The two meet by the agreed point, Ren giggling to the funny greeting before Ammie asks if Ren wants to hang out somewhere, since she had somewhere she wanted to stop by.

“So, Rennie, where we heading? Got anywhere you want to chill out in?” Ammie casually asks, prodding Ren to take the lead for choosing the place to spend time in, otherwise, she’ll reign in the lead and take Ren to her chosen enjoyment, which she has planned beforehand.

“Hmm… I, actually, think I will decide to allow you to decide for us,” Ren asserts, “because you seemed really passionate and confident that made it seem that you already had plans to go somewhere. So, I’m fine with tagging along since I just wanted to enjoy spending time with someone today, so,” smiling with open acceptance to Ammie.

“Ooo, my thick-cheeked friend is given me total freedom to decide where we go, eh?” teases Ammie, seemingly smirking mischievously, to Ren, as she stares at her thighs for a brief moment.

“Um…,” Ren says staring blushingly, looking on with an expression of slight anxiousness, “where… are you deciding to take me for the day? And what’s with that look?”

Winking with a silly attitude, Ammie indicates, “You’ll find out soon, but first,” her stomach grumbles, since it is 12.45pm and the two hadn’t had lunch yet, “wanna grab some grub before heading out for the day?”

“That’s a great idea,” agrees Ren, also feeling the hunger grumble from her tummy.

“Perfect, let us go!” Ammie proclaims, as the two banter about her hobbies, getting vague answers about music, movies and a little of Ren’s background before making it to their chosen restaurant.

The two make their way to McFondald's, enjoying a rather peculiar entertaining time as they eat their meal, with Ammie pretending to be a comedic magician as Renalia giggles with amusement.

They then begin to head towards Ammie’s chosen destination.

Ren, walking next to Ammie, wonders what she has planned for the day, curious as what could be in store.

‘I’m quite enjoying time with Ammie, but where could she be taking me?’, ponders Ren as she listens to Ammie’s conversational topic of this vaguely indicated location that she’s excited for, ‘she goes on about watching me being active at this place she’s taking me, and that she wants to challenge me when we get there… Where the hell is she taking me?’

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be tired after today, Rennie. Especially since,” Ammie states, as the location appears into view, Ren opening her eyes with anticipation until she realises where she has been taken as Ammie concludes, “We’re here... at the arcade!”

“Oh!” Ren responds, as her anxiousness dissipates, the familiar location calming down the anticipation of the upcoming unknown place she was going to without prior knowledge.

‘Ah! This is the place I went to with Estie a while back,’ Ren remembers, reminiscing on the fun memories she had at the zombie machine; the crowd, the thrills, the adrenaline. The passion and focus to defeat all the enemies without flinching. The excitement of that final moment of winning.

“What is it?” Ammie asks, looking slightly deflated at Ren’s not-so-impressed reaction to the surprise she had planned before leaving, “have you been here before?”

Ren sighs with relief, clearing the confusion of Ammie as she answers, “I have but only this outside machine,” as they walk to the front portion of the arcade, Ren pointing out the ‘Brothel of the Dead’ machine outside of the front doors, “but I have never entered the actual place though.”

Ammie looks on with new joy, seeing as Renalia hasn’t been inside the place, thinking of what to start with, “Well, why don’t I take you inside and show you some cool stuff that you definitely haven’t tried?”

“Sure, I’m interested,” Ren responds, looking into the building with a little curiosity, “I’m a little curious about what we can do here, if you don’t mind showing me around.”

Ammie chuckles with excitement, “Of course. Follow me,” impersonating a wizard as she pretends to lead on with an invisible wooden staff in hand for several moments, before seeing the first machine to show Ren.

Back at the apartment, what Vivia had been preparing was a Cat-girl dress-up special stream, where she had a new chat system in place for new ideas to interact with the stream, which included prizes such as her new figurine designs that she had specially modelled.

A few of the figures were of her in cat-girl poses and outfits, one with her hugging a cat-face shaped pillow, several ones of her dancing and one special one with Estie.

It was all new drops that she wanted to present to her fanbase that will be going up on her personal shop along with her old merchandise, influencing some huge donors of her stream to be more interested in supporting her further with bigger donations; a perfect strategy to increase her popularity and financial income.

So she started the stream showing off her unique fantasy-esque outfit of her dressed with animatronic red cat-ears on her head, a popular cat-girl referenced dress with an attached animatronic tail along with cute, cat-pawed pattern stockings.

“Well, what do you guys think, Eh?” winks Vivia, posing like a typical anime cat-girl before questioning herself whilst laughing at her stupidity, “what the fuck am I doing? Ahaha!”

The chat begins emoting with laugh emojis and comments, along with orgasm emojis at how attractive Vivia looks; the detail of the outfit as well as how great the chest protrudes from it, of-course, but also the cat assets that react so naturally and well with Vivia’s movements.

“Well guys, I know you love my ‘features’, but what about the rest of it, meow?” Vivia teases the camera, pulling a cat paw pose, bouncing her chest as her cat features comically animate her posture.

“Anyways, haha! Enough of this advert break, back to the action,” Vivia jokes to the chat, as we then cut back to Ammie and Ren at the arcade.

“So, this machine is the ‘Dance-We-Go! Ultimatum’!” Ammie passionately proclaims, showing a dance-floormat machine with arrow-buttons, with a sing-along screen for the player to watch and hit the right arrows of any of the four directions to score points.

Ammie thinks to herself, ‘I soooooo want to challenge her to this, especially…,’ as she grins with mischievousness, Ren looking at the machine wondering what to do, ‘I want to see them cheeks bounce, hehe-hehe… gonna be quite the view.’

“Ooo, I have never tried this machine, so. Can you instruct me on how to use this?” Ren asks curiously, pointing at the main parts of the machine like the dance mat.

“Right! I’ll guide you thoroughly,” Ammie smirks confidently, clasping her hands together, “so it’s time for me to bring out my... Hidden Master Persona!” Pretending to tip a self-imagined top hat before walking up to Ren as if she was a ranch cowgirl. Ren looks on with absolute confusion to Ammie’s physical mannerisms.

‘What the hell is she doing? She isn’t Vivia… but I am not surprised since I know that she’s friends with her… the influence is too obvious,’ Ren thinks bluntly to herself, titling her head to the side as she blinks several times out of disappointment.

“Erm, sure… without that silliness, please,” Ren states, blankly staring at Ammie as she stops her pretend acting before changing to a gameshow host to explain the game machine, “Okay, fine. So, my newly found companion...”

Ren immediately tries to stop this embarrassing acting again, waving her hands to initiate a change of behaviour, “erm, maybe don’t explain it like that, but-”, but is ignored as Ammie continues, “This machine is a dance along rhythm game, where you- the player- have to press the correct arrows on the floor that are shown on the screen.”

She acts as if there was a theatre audience watching, Ren staring unimpressed at the childish display of acting.

Ammie concludes, ending the theatrical performance, “You have to time your feet to the arrows to maximise the points to win! Max! Score! Badoom!” Imagining explosions of confetti blasting the air with a rain of colourful streams descending.

“Ah… right,” Ren replies in a monotoned tone, with a completely unimpressed expression staring at Ammie for her to stop, for real.

“Well, wanna play a game?” Ammie asks in a competitive manner, Ren reacting with little care about the initiated challenge by Ammie, but a little curious of the gameplay of the dance machine as a new experience to try out.

“Sure, I’ll have a try,” Ren replies, smiling softly.

“Awesome!” Ammie says, putting a coin in for both machines as the two get ready for the dance to begin.

Both girls begin, Ren getting the hang of the tune and arrows, as the start was a little confusing until she got into the swing of it. ‘Oh, I get it!’ She thinks as she dances to the beat, perfecting the timing for top points.

Ammie, on the other hand, was getting perfect scores from the beginning, but then drops off as she pays attention, with a face of erotic enjoyment, to Ren’s butt bouncing as the game continues.

‘cuawww.. That some nice physics! I wish I could drum some nice beats on dem pillows,’ thinks Ammie sillily, not paying attention to her score as it levels to a consistent value. She continuously misses every timing, resulting in her sticking to her recently score points, as she is not focusing on the game.

The two finish their game, both catching their breath as the screens display their final scores.

“Well, that was one hell of an experience, eh Ren?” Ammie comments, indicating without specifying, of what she actually meant by that.

“It was actually fun,” Ren comments, cheering as she punches the air after the first time she played it, “I wouldn’t mind playing again.”

“I see,” Ammie pants, trying to calm down, as she thinks about how she enjoyed the view as she played the dance game, “well, how about another game? I want to challenge you again, teehee…”

Ren looks at Ammie, with little interest about the challenge again, but accepts the curiosity of a new game to play, “Okay. I will try this new game out,” pumping her hands into her sides as she mentally prepares for the next experience.

The two, after half an hour had passed, took a break with a few snacks from the vending machines before they go to the second machine; the arm wrestling game.

“So! This is… the Wrestling Wrecker!” Ammie proclaims, as she acts like a Wrestling commentator pretending to bring the first contender to the ring.

“Right…,” Ren replies, staring disappointingly before looking with actual competitive interest, remembering her times in the army gym of challenging other soldiers to an arm wrestle before doing their duties. The memories re-sparking a fire of adrenaline as she approaches the game machine.

“Ooo, looks like this contender appears ready to take part in this game’s challenge! Can she beat the undefeated champion?” Ammie theatrically expresses, sticking to her Wrestling commentator persona as she puts in the coin.

“Are you ready?” Ammie asks, Ren nodding as her focus tunnel visions on the game’s arm, locking in her strength to deal with this foe, as the game counts down to 1.

Smash!

The arm smashes onto Ren’s left side with such force, it cracks. She had over-succeeded the game’s challenge by breaking it.

“Holy shit…” Ammie calmly says, looking on as she snaps out of her commentator persona, staring on with shock at the unexpected force Ren just showcased. “Well, that was out of nowhere.”

“Erm, did I just break it… eh? Am I, in this case, in trouble?” Ren confusingly questions, as sweats of guilt begins dripping down to what she had just done.

A staff member comes over, looking at the damage, before cowardly stating that Ren wasn’t in any trouble since this was the first time someone had over-exceeded the limits of this wrestling machine, and that it was an old machine that needed some brand new fixtures to update the game.

Ammie, whilst Ren blushes at the embarrassment of almost getting into serious trouble, thinks about testing Ren’s possible capabilities, as the gym pops into her head for a great idea.

Sighing, Ren apologises, “I’m sorry for that. That wasn't something I was planning on doing… I can’t believe I just damaged public property by accident, especially in front of some people.”

“No,” interrupted Ammie, putting her hands on Ren’s shoulders, “it’s totally fine. Since, I have a proposal for you, after what had happened.”

“What would that be?” Ren asks, in an ashamed tone.

Ammie asks declaring, “Care… to join the public gym with me?”

As a shocked expression beams from Ren’s face, she responds frantically, “Eh…?!?! After what just happened… you want me. To go to another public place. With possible breakable equipment-”

“Ren! You’ll be fine. Especially since you don’t have to use any equipment that you could possibly damage. I mean, you’ll have a great time at my local gym,” Ammie states, whispering under her breath, “As well as the guys there, enjoying the view,” before resuming her conclusion, “And you get access to personal trainers if you have any interest in exercise partnerships. Doesn’t that sound great?”

Ren pauses for a moment, overlooking Ammie’s whispered comments she sort of heard, as interesting ideas slowly appeared into her mind of her, working out with a friend, at this local gym. It actually didn’t sound that bad. Not bad at all.

“Actually, that… sounds good. No, that does sound great. Forget about breaking something, a personal trainer sounds interesting. I could talk about all kinds of exercise regimes, different ways of working out, even help with troublesome routines,” Ren happily says, grabbing Ammie’s arms before simply asking, “but why exactly the gym?”

“Oh,” Ammie replies but pauses, to think of a great excuse, when one lightbulb of an idea shines in her mind, “Ah, it’s because I go the local gym myself, and I want to experience it with a friend, like you. I could also give you a discount in accessing it, since I do have a veteran membership card if that makes it better.”

“Ooo… you have a veteran membership...,” Ren’s eyes widen with curiosity, before asking seriously, “So, what does that card give you access to?”

“Hehe, well, for one Rennie. It gives you the ability to give a new possible member a trial period for free to try and recruit them if it goes down well,” explains Ammie proudly, before winking additionally, “it also gives you a discounted price for membership and other things. Like the vending machines, canteen and the gym’s personal merchandise; that I don’t give a shit about.”

Ren looks at her clock on her phone, thinking that they have plenty of time to experience it, replies assertively, “Right, well. I have decided. Let’s go, to the gym!”

“Ooo, then,” smiling with a mischievous smirk, “We go. To the gym! YAHOO!”

“Yah– what?” Ren stutters, before the two enjoy the rest of the arcade games for the hour or two they stayed, making it to their houses to pick up their personal gym outfits for the new experience ahead.

Gym time!

Around 4.30 pm, the two meet again at the bus stop, in their simple outdoor clothing with exercise bags in hand, as they then make their way to Ammie’s locally used gym for some duo training.

“So, I’ll show you around the basic areas so you can get comfortable, as I then chat with the manager about your trial so nothing will become an issue,” explains Ammie straightforwardly.

“Oh, thank you,” Ren responds humbly, following behind Ammie as the tour guide, reminding her of her first bakery experience with a warm-hearted hue enveloping the atmosphere.

Ammie then guides Ren through, showcasing the shower and changing room, the lockers, the basic areas for the canteen and vending machines, the toilets and then the actual gym area itself as she simply states the basic stuff around the place.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” Ren compliments, “how did you find this place? Do you usually work out here often?”

“Well, long story short. I did have a buddy of mine, back in school, who enjoyed working out with me as we did play a lot of volleyball back in the day. As tomboys tend to do, y’know. Boyish stuff,” Ammie winks, explaining a little history of herself before returning to usual antics, “but I found this place because… I wanted somewhere to pump some weights to enjoy listening to Philip Packson rap some dumb beats to a belly drum.”

“Ah… what? I don’t get it…” Ren replies confusingly, tilting her head to the unknown reference Ammie had indicated.

“Ahahaha… that was a joke,” Ammie states, pointing to the manager by the machines, seemingly explaining to a gym member, “I simply joined because I know him from my school who loved to compete with me at P.E. Nothing much, to be honest.”

“Oh, I see,” understood Ren, thinking to herself that Ammie was quite the jokester, disappointment yet total relatability fills her mind as she connects Ammie’s attitude and mentality to Vivia and Estie’s influence. Now she knows what Ammie is like, at least the basic concept to start off with.

Ammie begins, “Well, what do you want to start with, seeing as we are both changed and ready for some exercise action?”

“Erm, I want to do some squats first, to warm my legs up first,” Ren says, pointing at the equipment for her to use.

“Oh sure. That’ll be great, I’ll be doing some stretches near ya, for some personal support,” Ammie thumbs up, comically winking at Ren who reacts with little understanding as to what she meant.

The two begin their exercises, Renalia lifting some weights on her shoulders as she bench squats on her chosen mat, as an average looking female member, called Anna, stands by to look over Ren so that nothing bad can happen that could result in grave injury.

Ammie begins her stretching, facing Ren’s back for that personal support she had indicated. It was just to enjoy the view, in her mind.

‘Coorrr… the way she lifts those weights. A real powerhouse, just like a female warrior from ‘Ronan, the Barbarian’. And that form is just… so exquisitely sexy,’ imagines Ammie, as she side stretches her arms to her feet, ’those cheeks be like Fario with extra pounds of meat on that dumpy.’

“Well done, you’re really good at this,” says the female member as Ren finishes her first squats. “Oh, thank you, Ren replies, wiping her face of sweat as she stretches herself before readjusting herself to do another set.

“Nice one, Rennie,” Ammie compliments, wiping her face with sweat, that appeared for other reasons, “you did amazingly well.”

“Oh, erm. Thanks, Ammie,” smiles Ren, thinking that Ammie was really sweet.

“No problemo,” thumbs up Ammie, sniggering to herself away from Ren’s gaze, for the next lined-up exercise she wanted to witness Ren engage with; stretching exercises.

Anna then offers the idea for stretching to avoid injury, to which Ren agrees immediately, starting off with left to right stretching to the feet before Ammie’s desired posture came into view. The forward, bending over stretching.

‘Ooo… this looks too sexy, Ren’s posture and angle kinda looks like a yoga porno from the early 90’s. Oh wait, That reminds me... of the conversation I had with Vivia from that stream a while back… the school assembly skit. Man, we we’re fuckin’ dumbasses to come up with that topic,’ Ammie monologues as she watches Renalia and Anna from behind them.

Okay, and stretch,” Anna instructs, as Ammie opened eyes ogles at the two with gleaming eyes, thanking Vivia and Estie for her to actually meet someone with such extravagant features.

‘Oh boy, this is just too naughty. I’m glad the guys are not around today, since the manager is off with that only male member today and we’re here alone. This is like, straight out of a hentai script, if it was a les show,’ continues Ammie, thinking to herself at this moment-capturing situation she was in.

“You’re doing… amazing, Ren,” cheers Ammie, trying to hold back her teasing ideas as Ren responds, “thanks, you’re being very nice to me today, Ammie.”

“Well, amazed I am,” Ammie replies, impersonating Pona from Planet Wars, “Seeing a whole new world, I am,” as she chuckles to herself.

“Uh-huh,” Ren says, refocusing onto the exercise, wondering why Ammie was coming up with that character she had seen in a movie before. Well, it was great to see Ammie enjoying herself, in any regard, Ren thought.

After the stretching, Ren sits down on a bench for a second, Anna stating how impressed she is taking this exercise without breaking much of a sweat, before going for a drink from the vending machine.

Ammie slowly scoots over to Ren on the bench, stating, “Say, Ren,” nudging her shoulder, “I want to see you go all out.”

Renalia pauses to think about Ammie’s suggestive challenge, before responding, “Hmm… I don’t mind at all, but what do you have in mind?”

Grinning with ignorant confidence, Ammie stands up abruptly before answering, “Ooo… Thickie-cheek Ren wants to face me off in a 1 vee 1 battle. Let’s do this!”

Ammie pauses for a moment, looking around the gym room before the perfect idea catches her attention.

“First, the bicycle machine!” Ammie proclaims, pointing at the several lined up.

“Sure, what’s the aim?” Ren asks bluntly, to which Ammie states, “2 kilometres. First to reach it wins.”

“Right, got it,” Ren replies straightforwardly, as the two get onto the bike machines to begin.

Anna, after returning and watching the two converse back and forth, decides to be the referee to this competitive scene, “3. 2. 1. Go!”

The two begin.

At first, Ammie had put a lot of passion to get ahead as she managed a 0.2 kilometre distance difference, very slowly feeling tired as the energy exerted from the start drained her a little.

“Hehe, winners take all,” Ammie proclaimed, an early victory call as she put a little more effort into cycling the machine, hitting a difference of 0.3 kilometres as Ren tried a basic rhythm to manage her energy flow.

Anna looked back and forth between the two, seeing the total difference in mentality before her.

“I’m taking the gold medal, like I was a bicycle hero from One Deck Man in the Olympics,” grinned Ammie, Ren though not paying much attention as she zoned in on her cycling pace.

‘Hmm… Ren’s really focusing on the task at hand,’ Anna thought, noticing the seemingly professional focus Renalia was demonstrating to her.

“No man can face this girl, except Bob-Parley,” Joked Ammie, impersonating a movie trailer narrator as she slowed her pace with 0.4 kilometres ahead.

Ammie had now reached the last stretch with only 0.2 kilos left, Ren quickly closing the gap as she upped her pace with natural progression.

‘Oh, who’s going to win?’ Anna thought, the victory expectation growing more tense as the two approached the end.

Finally, it was over.

“Winner... Ammie,” Anna states, as Ammie slumps on the bike a little, gasping for air moderately as Ren pants a bit before wondering what Ammie could initiate next as the challenge.

Retaining her posture of being unaffected, Ammie then points at the next machine; the treadmill. “Next, we see who can last the longest. The true test of endurance,” Ammie says as she poses like a comic superhero, with the cape blowing in the wind, trying to catch her breath.

“Of course, let’s do it,” Ren says, knowing that the army training and daily jogging will be the final deciding factor for this challenge, calmly smiling with total confidence that; she’s the victor. Guaranteed.

The two get into position, Ammie on the right and Ren on the left. Anna look at both before counting down, “3. 2. 1...Go!”

The two begin again.

Ren, as if it was her second nature, began a pace that forced Ammie to duplicate, since she felt the pressure of Renalia having confidence to do this without breaking a sweat.

The two continued the pace, Ammie feeling rather tired and amazed at Ren’s otherworldly stamina, ‘Man, this girl is looking like it’s a morning stroll through a duck-filled park,’ glancing over before resuming her concentration, ‘What the hell is she, wonder– no, super-frickin superwoman?’

Without her noticing, Ren had pulled away by 0.2 kilos ahead, before Ammie looks over to see her pull away.

‘Shit! She’s winning… This girl looked like she was a couch-potato… no a fuckin jelly mountain with that fat ass of hers, but I guess it goes to show. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover; she’s fit as hell,’ Ammie thought drastically, trying to muster up any energy to catch up but by then, as she looked at Ren once more.

Renalia was at 1.9 kilometres.

Anna stops the two, declaring, “Winner is… Ren,” quietly realising it was not even close, with Ren having 0.3 kilometres between the two. In a real cross-country event, she would have dominated. No joke.

Ammie stops before panting slightly heavily, trying to regain her calm posture of confidence, as Renalia compliments, “you did well,” handing a water bottle to her.

“Thanks, you were amazing. Like so much,” Ammie replies back, smiling with acceptance of her loss, as she decides that today was a fulfilling day and she was spent.

The two return to their homes, Ren walking through the door to Vivia finishing her stream with a slow natural drop of noise before she leaves the gaming room in her unusual outfit.

“Hi Vivia… what the hell is that?” Renalia asks confusingly, blushing slightly at this body-flirtatious costume she was wearing shamelessly.

“Oh, you like it,” winks Vivia, disappointment washing over Ren’s face as she heads into the kitchen for a cup of tea, Ren following after her also for a drink.

“I mean… it is well made, but would definitely be something I would never wear though,” bluntly states Ren, indicating a total rejection of even considering to try something like that on.

“Oh, you know, Rennie. It’s a fan-favourite of mine, as well as a personal reward for my long-term viewers. A total meowful of visual goodness to the senses, no?” Vivia teases, as she pulls a cat-girl pose with tail and ears hilariously imitating her attitude with precision.

“What the hell was even that?” Ren blankly replies, staring with total expected disappointment at Vivia’s stupidity and ridiculous character impersonation of whatever she had witnessed.

“Hahahaha, you’re funny Ren. A purrrrrrrfect response. A true comedian,” Vivia giggles, winking and thumbs-upping Renalia’s comeback.

“You are so ridiculous, you know that?” Renalia states annoyingly, as the kettle boils through their typical banter.

The evening finishes with Vivia returning to normal clothing, as they both calmly enjoy a TV show before going to bed after another eventful day.

End of Chapter