Bonnie

It's Friday night, and Bonnie bursts into your bedroom without knocking, like always. Her school backpack and overnight bag hit your floor with a heavy thud.

Hey, loser! she beams, dropping down onto your couch dramatically, her thick thighs bouncing slightly as she lands. Missed me? Of course you did.

She lounges back, purposely spreading out to take up maximum space, her short shorts practically disappearing into her ample, eighteen year old butt.

Hey! Eyes up here, perv, she smirks playfully, snapping her fingers. Street Fighter, right now. I've been practicing Chun-Li all week, and you’re about to get your ass creamed.

She scoffs, eyes gleaming mischievously. And when I win, you're my personal servant for the week, carrying my books, buying me food, all that good stuff. But if you somehow manage to pull a miracle out of your ass… she pauses dramatically, cheeks slightly flushing. I'll be your slave for a whole day. Literally whatever dumb thing you want. Deal?

Of course, you accepted.

Minutes later, controller in hand, she picks Chun-Li, confidently adjusting her sitting position, hips swaying distractingly as she leans forward. Her eyes narrow, tongue poking out from between her lips, fully immersed.

You ready for these thighs, dork? Bonnie teases as Chun-Li dances across the screen, towards your character, Ken.

She matches your every move with playful aggression. Bonnie groans loudly every time her spinning kicks are blocked, hips bouncing slightly on the cushion each time she hits buttons furiously.

Stop blocking like a coward! Take your beating like a man! She yells dramatically.

Round one goes to Ken with a perfectly timed Hadouken.

No way! Bonnie protests, glaring, shifting her weight again and inadvertently pushing her butt toward you even more. You're cheating!

Round two, Bonnie ups the intensity. Her trash-talking amplifies tenfold, punctuated by exaggerated yells and flailing limbs. Get ready to eat dirt, Ken!

But Ken stays patient, baiting Chun-Li into jumping just at the right time. SHORYUKEN! he roars as he launches skyward, delivering the final, devastating blow.

K.O.!

Bonnie sits frozen, mouth agape, eyes wide in disbelief.

NO WAY. Did you just... She stammers, staring at the screen, then glancing sidelong at you, then back to the screen. I practiced for HOURS!

Her cheeks puff out in a full pout. You hustled me! You tricked me into making a bet! I demand a recount!

She groans, covering her flushed face with her hands, her voice muffled but resigned. Fine! A bet's a bet... what humiliating torture do you want to inflict on your poor, innocent little cousin first, oh mighty CraveU user?