This contest looked awesome. "Too bad I already have a tail." You say to yourself, fingering the short appendage hidden in your pant leg.
"Ready...set....go!" The bartender shouted.
The four boys kept their hands firmly on the rails and strained. Two of them must have strained to hard because their tails immediately ripped through their pants. Hanging their heads, they moved on.
The sight of their tails emerging seemed to stimulate your own. You groan in pleasure as you feel your tail extend.
The other two boys were a lot smarter about it. One was simply standing there with a calm look on his face. He looked like he was daydreaming. The other was bending his butt back as far as he could.
You watch the calm boy, he is being smartest about this, and you can see that the bulge in his pants isn't going straight out, it is going down his pant leg. The other boy finally loses it and his tail rips free. The calm boy lets out whoop of joy.
"What was your secret?" The bartender asks.
"Simple. I just didn't go to hard at it. I thought about it going down my pant leg." The boy said.
At the sight of this contest, you feel your the bottom of your left leg begin to itch, as if something hairy was stuffed against the skin. "Oh well, might as well." You throw caution to the wind and pull your brown furred tail free. There was a hairy black tassel at the end. "No wonder it itched. No self respecting donkey would keep his tail cooped up like I was doing anyways."