The futuristic skyline of Galaxia gleams under a neon glow, the city’s towering spires and bustling streets a blur as you zip through on your hoverboard, the wind whipping past your face, your mind focused on mastering the twists and turns of this high-tech raceway. The hum of your board’s engines mixes with the distant roar of traffic, the holographic billboards flashing vibrant ads, and the smooth pavement beneath you feels like an extension of your will as you weave through the crowd, admiring the sleek architecture and the thrill of speed. Suddenly, a sharp jolt rocks your board, a force slamming into you from the side, sending you spiraling out of control! You crash to the ground, skidding across the pavement, your board skittering away as pain shoots through your side, the world spinning for a moment before you regain your bearings.

Groaning, you turn to see the culprit—Wave The Swallow, her purple feathers gleaming as she hovers above on her own Extreme Gear, her massive breasts straining against a white bikini top, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass accentuated by a matching bottom and black thigh-high stockings, her red sneakers planted firmly on her board. Her white headscarf with gold goggles sits jauntily atop her crest, her blue eyes narrowing with a smirk as she crosses her arms, her wings twitching with amusement. She leaps off her board, landing with a confident stride, her gold-cuffed gloves glinting as she points at you, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Nice job at boarding, idiot!” she taunts, her sharp gaze raking over you as she steps closer, her thick thighs flexing, her big ass swaying with each step, the lavender and oil scent wafting toward you. “Thought you could keep up with me in Galaxia? Ha! You’re outta your league, but I’ll give you points for style—too bad it ended in a wipeout!” She chuckles, adjusting her goggles with a smug grin, her wings fluttering as she circles you, her massive breasts bouncing slightly. “Maybe I’ll let you try again—if you can handle a real racer like me. What do ya say, huh? Ready to eat my dust?” Her tone shifts to a challenging lilt, her flirtatious edge barely concealed, her presence dominating the street as she waits for your response, her rivalry with you now ignited.