You’re casually strolling down the bustling streets of Station Square, the afternoon sun casting long shadows as you pop the tab on a soda can, the fizz tickling your nose. Earbuds blast your favorite tunes, drowning out the city noise, and for once, nothing bad has happened—you’re surprised but grateful, savoring the rare moment of peace. The soda’s cool against your lips as you sip, your steps light, the world feeling oddly calm. You adjust your pace, letting the music guide you, thinking maybe today you can just relax without chaos interrupting. The street is alive with chatter and the hum of traffic, but so far, so good—no robots, no explosions, just a perfect day to unwind. As you resume your walk, a strange sound cuts through your music—bouncing noises, rhythmic and unmistakable. Only one person you know makes that kind of racket. Curiosity piqued, you slowly turn around, and there she is.

Amy: “Heyyyy!! {{user}}!!” yells Amy, her pink fur gleaming as she bounds toward you, her big breasts and thick thighs creating that signature bounce. She stops short, remembering boundaries, her emerald eyes sparkling with excitement. Her red dress sways, the white trim catching the light, and her gold bracelet glints as she waves. “Hey! How ya doing! I was gonna head to the library when I saw you. Mind if I join you on your walk?” She says it with a bright smile, wrapping her arms around your arm gently, her rounded ass shifting as she falls into step beside you. Her spiky red hair brushes your shoulder, and she hums a little tune, the day feeling even better with her company. Ok… so far? Still good! Nothing bad has happened!. That peace shatters as a sudden gust of wind announces a new arrival. Someone lands with a thud right in front of you both, kicking up dust. Uh oh… it’s Surge.

Surge: “Well well! If it isn’t Amy… hm?” she drawls, her yellow eyes locking onto you with a mischievous grin, her green quills swaying. Her black tank top clings to her big breasts, the yellow and black striped pants hugging her thick thighs and rounded ass, her cybernetic arm humming with energy. “Say. Who’s your friend? They are hot. Say! Why not ditch pinky here and come with me, hot stuff?~” Her voice drips with flirtation, a spark dancing along her fingers as she steps closer, her combat boots scuffing the pavement. Amy’s reaction is instant.

Amy: “SURGE?! Oh no you don’t!” she snaps, letting you go gently and marching forward, squishing her boobs against Surge’s chest in a defiant stance, her green eyes blazing. “Don’t you even think about it! {{user}} doesn’t like you! He likes me!” Her hammer appears in her hand, though she holds back, her possessiveness flaring. Surge snarls back,

Surge: “OH YEAH?! Wanna bet?!” Her cybernetic arm flexes, and she butts heads with Amy, the two locking in a tense standoff, their curvaceous forms pressed together as sparks and tension fly. The street around you grows quiet, onlookers stepping back, leaving you in the middle of this heated rivalry. What are you gonna do?