Master001 recently offered to write some short stories, and I wanted something showing a more playful side of Ovami.

Please let me know if this needs to be marked as Mature, or if it's okay being marked as General.

"Maybe you should stream?”
Ovami spat out her drink.
“I'm not a cam girl, Hetsyel,” she said, putting down her drink. “I don't want that image.”
“I didn't mean it that way,” said the other Dragoness, a green one. “I meant film yourself excersising, plenty of people would watch that, you did say you were trying to get more viewers.”
“I guess so,” said Ovami. “Could I use your exercise room?”
“Sure, go right ahead,” replied Hetsyel. “You change while I set up the camera.”
After finishing their tea the two set to work, Ovami put on her favourite activewear: A white crop top with navy blue leggings. After readying herself she made her way downstairs, just as Hetsyel finished.
“Start weight lifting or something, you never want to start a stream doing nothing,” she said.
Ovami sat down on the bench and starting lifting up the eighty pound weight Hetsyel had next to it.
“Nice to see a strong woman,” read the first comment.
“Oh, that was nothing,” she replied, picking up a hundred pound weight in each hand and pumping them.
Hetsyel gave her the thumbs up and mouthed, “take requests.”
“So, what do you want to see me do?” she asked her two dozen viewers.
[How about some barbell squats,] said one commenter.
Ovami looked over her weights, choosing the biggest, her two hundred pound one.
“Big enough?” she asked her audience.
Judging from the response it was, so she spread her legs wide and started to lift it
[That's a nice look,] read another comment, noticing the outline of her clearly skimpy panties under the leggings.
Hetsyel gave Ovami a thumbs up.
“They like it,” she mouthed to her friend. “Keep it innocently suggestive, the guys love it!”
Ovami winked at her friend as she hoisted the weight fully over her head.
“That was nothing,” she said, putting back the weight and wiping away her sweat. “Anyone can lift weights, but can you break chains?”
She held up coil of chains and let Hetsyel wrap them around her, tying her arms to her body and holding her legs and tail behind her back.
[She'll never do it,] wrote one viewer.
[I think she could, she could lift that weight like a matchstick,] said a second one as the chains started to loosen around her.
A minute later and Ovami had freed her legs and tail, shortly after that her arms were free as well and she dropped the chains to the ground.
[Told you she was good,] wrote another commenter.
“Give me something with some challenge,” she said, spinning the chain around one finger.
Hetsyel tossed Ovami a towel to dry off, at which point the Dragoness gave a slight tug on her leggings to give herself a cameltoe.
[Let's see some chin ups,] read a comment from Dragoanon. [Give me twenty!]
“Yes, colonel!” she said, half jokingly.
Hetsyel turned the camera to the bar that had been set up. Ovami effortlessly grasped it and pulled herself up.
[Pretty good for an overgrown Lizard,] said a commenter, NewGuy73, as she reached her thirteenth. [I'd like to see you in my gym some day, but for now I'd just like to see a special “wrestling” with you and the other Lizard.]
Hetsyel looked up at Ovami, but she was soon down and read the comments.
“I'd much prefer you wrestle with you,” she said. “Let me show you the finishing move I had in mind.”
She placed a watermelon between her thighs and said, “this stands in for your head,” then squeezed it, spewing the juices everywhere. A few seconds later the number of viewers dropped by one to 37, which was far more than they had begun with, the plan was working better than either of them had expected.
“So, I’ve got time for one more,” said Ovami, wiping the sweat from her brow and starting to pull pull down her top since her nipples were showing, but then decided against it.
[Let's see your bench press,] read the comment from RedWing. [I bet you can't hold it up for, let's say, five minutes.]
Ovami took a swig of water from her bottle then lay down on the bench, putting her legs out on either side. Hetsyel turned the camera to focus on the obvious cameltoe as she slowly lifted the two hundred pound weight over her head.
[She can't do it,] read one comment two minutes in, but was soon followed by Falcon50 a minute later saying, [give her a break, she got out of those chains no problem and this is one heck of a lot easier than those.]
“That's right,” she said, starting to struggle at four minutes.
She slowly counted down from sixty to one, then set back down the weight.
[Applause,] read one comment.
[I knew you could, good job,] said another.
Hetsyel ended the stream and Ovami got to her feet.
“Well, you had forty-two by the end of that, looks like my little plan worked,” said an excited Hetsyel. “And I've got another plan, too.”
“Great, but for now I just want to shower on peace,” said Ovami as she left the room, wanted to get rid of the watermelon juice.

Ovami sighed as she rinsed the soap out of her hair then climbed out of the shower to reach for a towel. Then her eyes went wide.
“Hetsyel!!” she screamed at the Dragoness, who had clearly been filming her every move.
“Good news: You are now up to sixty viewers, isn't it nice how my plans work out,” she said, shutting down the camera and winking at her friend.