Dragons Games update

2400 words just for you. Not quite edited yet so sorry for any spelling mistakes. Picks up from the other post.

Looking up, her hips tapered in towards her stomach, her hourglass-shape only magnified by the impossibly tight attire. A deep cut in the neck split the suit open down the middle, exposing the crimson-coloured, flat gap between her breasts in its glorious entirety. Two straps hooked over her shoulders, her white thorns adding an exotic touch to her already impressive entrance.

Her generous rump rolled from side to side as she walked over, her hips swaying like a pendulum Jim’s eyes just couldn’t get enough of. Her muscular tail trailed in the sand behind her, leaving a long groove, a cut in the material just above her rump allowing the appendage to sway freely.

He finally gained enough sense to meet her eyes, her pupils as yellow as the five-pointed stare plastered over her forehead, the pattern glinting like its namesake as the sun shined down on her.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Cassidy answered, meeting Sasha’s eyes as she came over and held his arm in both of hers in a way that came off as possessive. “He’s got a girlfriend.”

There was a moment Sasha looked taken off guard, but she quickly recovered, her grin returning as her gaze swapped from Cassidy back to Jim. “Well well, looks like I’m late to the party. Pity, I would have waited until the boy made the first move, but someone got impatient. I wonder why…”

“I’m sure my friend Isaac here will take your offer up,” Jim said, pushing his friend in the Salazzle’s direction. “He clocked the Charizard right after I did, saved my ass.”

“Hm. Really?” Sasha asked Isaac. Despite his constant bravado and obsession with pussy, Isaac looked a little flustered being so close to the Salazzle.

“Oh yeah, big clocker!” Isaac said, hands up in demonstration as he mimed a punch. Jim could tell Sasha didn’t care for boasting, the way she closed her eyes and sighed through her nostrils. “we taught the Novas they’ll need more than a Pokémon to beat us.”

“I agree about the sudden Charizard,” Jasmine said, rolling over to join the discussion, flicking her ribbons out of her face. “but, what if there were Pokémon teams? You reckon you guys could still win?”

“Hell yeah we would,” Isaac said. “Maybe not a whole Charizard team, but yeah, no sweat.”

“You’ve changed your tune since the game,” Jim noted, his friend shrugging.

“Knocking that dragon around did wonders for my confidence.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Sasha laughed, scooping to pick up the ball. “If you think humans could even stand a chance against a group of us, prove it, drama club verse the Mythics, right here. Beach volleyball.”

“I brought the nets,” Kendra added, gesturing at a bundle of poles nearby. The response was generally mixed, the Mythics present murmuring their reservations. “Come on, boys,” Kendra teased. “afraid you’ll get beaten by a bunch of girls? I thought you were the sporting types.”

“I’m down,” Matty said, raising a finger. “-but no superpowers! Fireballs, earthquakes, charms, things like that. I’m looking at you, Jasmine.”

“Like we’d need it,” Kendra scoffed. “very well, Gavin help me set the poles up.”

As the groups stood up and got ready, Cassidy squeezed Jim’s arm to get his attention. “How about it, Jim?” she asked. “You feel up for a game?”

“Sounds like you’re trying to keep me off,” he replied. “get an edge on the boys.”

“Oh ho!” Cassidy chuckled. “Don’t think just because we’ve hooked up I’ll go easy on you!”

She punched him playfully on the arm, moving over to the Pokémon team. Seeing the Mythics and some of the human girls gearing up, he shrugged off his bag and put his sunglasses on top, rolling his sleeves up as he joined his fellow humans. Isaac thrust a bottle of sunscreen in his hands. “Sun safety guys!” he announced. “We’re not covered in scales or shells like those ladies.”

Jim didn’t know where or how, but Kendra and Gavin set up a whole volleyball net in the sand, Sasha drawing the boundary lines in the sand with her clawed feet.

There were about eight people a side with a mix of both genders, with the girls slightly more numerous than the boys. Although the Mythics didn’t really know the drama club girls much, the fact they were all human brought with it a sense of comradery, quickly finding a position they were comfortable with. Jim set up to serve, hanging a far away from the net as he could – he’d had enough of close-contact for now.

Across the sand, the Pokémon team were a little less coordinated as they set up. Kendra was eager to take the initiative, but Sasha made her displeasure obvious by rolling her eyes at her. Bernard lumbered over to the net, rolling his armoured shoulders as he set up to defend, they’d have a hard time getting the ball past his big shell, but that was the point of all this, wasn’t it? To see who was better?

“Alright everybody!” Gavin said, taking up on the right and raising his voice like an announcer. “Let’s keep this game clean! No crossing over the net, no elements, and no ramming into other players! That means you, Jim.”

They groups laughed, Jim shaking his head as he readied to serve. He decided to throw the volleyball over his head then smash it down the beach, and immediately regretted it. All the movement was making his head spin, it was like there was a headache lingering in the back of his skull, coming out and frying his brain whenever he did too much. Maybe he’d stick to underhand next time.

The ball sailed over the net well enough, Sasha bouncing on the spot as it came her way. Her forearms glued together, she hit the ball directly up before it hit the ground, Jasmine moving in to set it. Amelia smashed it back over the net, but Gavin was ready, the humans doing their own dance as they set up to slam it back.

The volleyball arched back to the Pokemon team, close enough to the sideline it might have gone out if it ever hit the sand, but Cassidy ran to intercept. From this angle she was running side-on to him, and he got an amazing view of her profile. Did her rump really stick out that far, or was it just her swimsuit making her curves stand out? Her butt was like two orbs chiselled from stone, so pert that they just barely wobbled with her gait. The way her getup concealed exactly half of her generous pair of cheeks, sent Jim’s thoughts into an adolescent frenzy.

The ball fell to the sand, Jim taking longer than he should have to process the ball before reacting, like a bad internet connection. He dove and sent the volleyball away with inches to spare, saving a hard landing by holding his arms out. Grains of sand splashed up in his face, his brain reeling from the sudden motion.

Isaac slammed the ball, Bernard using his forehead to stop the ball dead in its tracks. The big guy took up a lot of room, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop it hitting the ground, the first point going to the humans.

On the next set, Jim served underhand, his own bias sending the ball Cassidy’s way. Their eyes met through the mesh of the netting, the Garchomp’s mouth curling in a grin. She shifted her hips and crouched down into a stance, something about her pose oddly mesmerising.

Rather than set, she met the ball early, her palm slapping down at the ground in front of Jim, her body nothing more than a blue of blue scales. The next thing he knew, the volleyball rolled to a stop between his feet.

While his team ribbed him, Cassidy was chuckling, squashing the ball against her belly as he sent it her way.

“Maybe you’re not up for this after all,” Cassidy teased.

“Hey I wasn’t ready!” he said. The dragoness just laughed at him, Jim’s pride not allowing him to give in just yet. “Try that again, this time I’ll be ready.”

“Whatever you say,” she said. “I’m serving it straight to you next round.”

It was very bold of her to say, but she was a dragon, and he hadn’t seen much of her competitive side yet. Sure enough, when it was the Pokémon’s turn to serve Cassidy was there to send it his way. There was something about how she underhanded it towards him that came off as her going easy on him, Jim true to his word as he sent it to his teammates.

The ball went over the net once more, Kendra hitting it slowly up to set, and Cassidy moved in like a bolt of blue, scaley lightning. Her long legs sprang into action, her muscles tensing beneath the thin fabric of her swimwear, propelling her a good meter into the air as she smashed the ball over the net. The ball sailed between the human front line and landed conspicuously near Jim’s position.

She must have done this before, even Sasha stared on in amazement as she carried the Pokémon into the lead. She caught his eyes with her own once more, intense and distracting, grinning her challenge that only she and him were completely aware of. “Come on, Jim,” she called. “I thought you were good at sports.” She strolled away and high-fived Kendra, her hips swaying as Jim stared directly at her ass.

Then it clicked, she knew he was ogling her, and was using that to her advantage. It was like a page right out of Sasha’s book. Well, two could play at that game.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. The sun was making the garment sticky with his sweat, so he chucked it over his shoulder as he rolled his neck, a thin layer of perspiration making his torso shine in the light. “No more Mr. Nice Jim.”

He traded spots with the girl right up against the net, his lack of clothes above the waist leaving nothing to the imagination. Cassidy’s smile faltered as her eyes trailed down to his chest, Jim grinning as he started pec-bouncing. He had a strict workout regime due to his interest in sport, but what did Cassidy make of it, he wondered?

Some of his Mythic buddies cat-called him, even the Pokémon adding in their own woops, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to find out their specific reactions. He wanted to get at least one up on Cassidy, neither himself or the Mythics would forgive him if he didn’t.

Cassidy sent the ball into the backline, Matty and Isaac setting for Jim. He did his best to imitate the pro-leagues, jumping up to meet the ball and sending it Cassidy’s way. Jim’s head felt like ice as he delivered the slam, but he stayed on his feet. Sasha leaped for the ball before the dragoness reacted, Bernard fumbling as he just managed to tap the ball over the net.

The humans set, one of the girls slamming it back into Kendra’s waiting arms. Jim saved the ball from touching the sand, sending it towards Isaac who smashed it back as hard as he could. The ball nicked the net, its momentum shedding rapidly as it tumbled to the ground, but Cassidy ploughed forward into the sand like a dolphin diving into the water, her face skimming the sand as her arms kept the volleyball off the ground.

Jim wouldn’t let up, reaching over the net and sending the ball back. He skimmed the top of the mesh with his fingers, but nobody noticed since the rally was growing more and more tense with each slam and near-miss.

He’d aimed at Cassidy to make a point, but the Garchomp was ready even as she lay there in the sand. Her tail flicked up from between her legs, the ball hitting the spot just between the twin fins on the very tip of the appendage. She used it like a racket to hit it back, so Jim used his head to stop it, the ball grazing over his forehead as he flinched on instinct.

He had to stop using his skull as a shield against balls, the pain was killing him. They played on anyway, Gavin setting as Jim and the human girl made to return, Sasha and Cassidy jumping up with their hands raised. Sasha blocked with a desperate fling of her claw, and the ball seemed to float idly between the four of them.

Jim pulled his arm back to slam, but Cassidy had the exact idea, and their hands hit the ball at what looked like the exact same time. With their momentum falling, they all plunged to the sand, along with the ball. It landed on the beach with a puff of sand, but Jim hadn’t seen who’s side of the net it passed.

Kendra raised her arms in exasperation, and Jim got his answer. He felt like he’d run a marathon even though all he’d done was win one point, and only to bring the score to a tie at that.

He wiped at his damp hair with a hand, a shadow looming over him a moment later. He looked up to see Cassidy grinning down at him, her expression softer than before. Her chest was rising and falling beneath her swimsuit, her soft laugh reaching his ears as she offered him her arm. With the sun blaring just over her thorny shoulder, she’d look right at home on the front of a swimming magazine.

“I take it back, you’re not bad at all,” Cassidy said, bringing Jim to his feet. She ran her claws up his arm, her touch sending a pleasant shiver rolling up his spine. “You humans have got stamina, I’ll give you that. Going again?”

“Later,” he said through gasping breaths. “My head is killing me after that. Call it a draw?”

A flash of worry washed over her, his condition must have slipped her thoughts, but his smile seemed to reassure her. “Deal,” she said. As she turned to rejoin the game her tail brushed against his hip for a little longer than it should have to be called accidental.