Dragon Punch's Local Tournament Scene

As much as I liked Command Grab, it was really when people started flipping out over her character and making their own gamer girl OCs that I got interested in these stories. I’d found two or three by the time I started writing, and to be honest most of my notices off Twitter lately have been from getting @ed or retweeted by Gats and Nuclear Wasabi. Since these are so fun, quick to write and a surprisingly flexible setpiece, I’m up for writing more over time.

This one’s the adorable Dragon Punch created by https://twitter.com/S18plus. I didn’t have as much source material to work with, so forgive me if I’m just working off a couple of pics and filling in the gaps a little. While Command Grab is loud, cocky and abrasive, DP’s a little soft, flirty and sweet while still in it to win it. 

Definitely noticing a trend of sweat in these FGC/gamer girls stories. I guess that’s a thing in fighting game tourneys? Honestly all I know about them is from passing mention at anime cons and what I vaguely understood from the Super Best Friends crew. I’m getting a bunch of help from some good folks on my Discord for the lingo and further character ideas. Apart from a couple of loose ideas I’ve bounced off people, I can’t say I have a punch-girl I'm committed to making my own. So big thanks to these OC creators. Hope they’re enjoyable for them to see and I hope I do them justice.

And for other folks with their OCs, don’t ever be afraid to pitch me an idea yourself either if you’re looking for a story.

The cons in the area were big enough to draw a decent crowd within the fighting game community. Dragon Punch had been showing up the last couple years, so she was something of a local celebrity at this point. She had a small but loyal following online that loved following the busty gamer’s FGC life.

She had a soft build, even if most of it was centered around her thighs and breasts. Shaggy, shoulder-length hair covered most of head and eyes, tucked under a black beanie cap rather than bothering to comb her purple-red hair. A softly jiggling rack bobbed around in her loose and slightly wrinkled tanktop while some snug stretch pants hugged her chubby hips. Freckles spotted her cheeks and button nose before fading out around her cleavage and mostly bared shoulders. Despite her low-effort attire, she still liked to accessorize. Black fingernails, earrings and wristbands completed her casually punky look.

Dragon Punch had made her way past the preliminary matches pretty easily, landing in the top 8 brackets of the Backalley Brawlers 2 tournament. The real gimmick came into play in these final rounds, as they would be fought in an enclosed arcade booth. A large screen was projected overhead to let the competitors focus while providing everyone with a view of the action.

Dragon climbed inside for her first match, sitting next to a young red-headed boy. She beamed warmly at him as she squeezed in close to him. The booth was roomy enough to fit a pair of larger gamers, but she shifted in close enough that her opponent blushed.

“Hey there. Jay66, right?” she asked sweetly. “I saw you playing in the prelims.”

“Oh… oh yea?” the boy asked sheepishly. She had moved in close enough that her boob was resting against his arm.

“Yea. You play a mean Booster,” she praised with a sunny smile. “Good to know I’m not the only one here who knows how to play with a stick.”

Dragon giggled as she shrugged her shoulders, bouncing her breasts against him as they got the word to start the match. The gamer girl wiggled her hips, bobbing her curves against him as she thought over her selection. Jay wasn’t sure if she intended to or not, but his distracting erection was throwing off his game.

Dragon’s sweet and casual behavior certainly didn’t match her playstyle. Once the computer ordered them to FIGHT!, she did just that. She leaned intensely into her controls, bumping and brushing against Jay as she tapped rapidly at her combos. It had her jiggling non-stop, so the rubbing of her warm, bare sideboob kept most of Jay’s attention. It let her clean house on his sloppy mistakes in the first round, and he promised himself he’d focus better in the second.

With a deep breath, he started the fight decently enough. Dragon leaned closer to her controls to make up for the slightest delays from her input to her character, which slid her tit along his arm and around her control stick. She had to know the buttons naturally given that she didn’t seem like she could even see past her own chest.

Her strategy paid off for a while… until it really paid off. She tried to sit up a bit too quickly, catching the bottom of her tank top on the joystick. She gave a sharp gasp as one of her breasts bounced right out of her top, the warm, hefty, lightly-freckled orb slapping against Jay’s wrist. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was enough for him to stop and gawk. With the cheap curtains drawn around their booth to let them focus, he was the only one to see her nipple slip.

“Woops! Timeout,” she chimed. While the game and the timer didn’t stop, she leaned a hand on Jay’s thigh to tuck her breast back where it belonged. He was still staring too hard to keep fighting until she elbowed him in the side. “Okay, time in. You ready?”

“Y-yea!” He slapped away at his buttons, but his concentration was shattered. Dragon beat him senseless through the last of the second round while he was still daydreaming about her massive naked rack.

“Annnd the winner is Dragon Punch!” their MC called from outside. It snapped Jay out of his daze, shaking his head. He sighed, not sure how to feel about the whole thing until Dragon offered him a hand. He shook it politely and she squeezed it tight, pulling him closer to give him a big, warm hug into her bosom.

“Nice work. Remember me when you’re practicing with that joystick, ‘kay?” He couldn’t tell if she was winking behind her bangs, but she smiled brightly as she stepped back out. Jay could still feel her boobs wobbling against his skin.

“Worth it,” he decided quietly.

Dragon sat contently as she watched the next few matches, waiting for her second round. When they finally called for her match, she was up against Big Bull. He was a heavyset guy but clearly not the biggest person at the con, maintaining a thin and stubbly beard. Once again, she snuggled in next to him, casually choosing her character amidst her flirty body language. As his name suggested, he picked the armored heavy Bulldozer to go up against her staff-wielding Lo-Kai.

“Okay! Good luck,” Dragon chimed as she entered the same jiggly fighting frenzy as before. While she could outmaneuver Jay, Big was proving tougher than that. She pummeled him with her staff combos and long-reaching throws, but Bulldozer’s flinch-resistance let him power through a lot of them. Despite her best efforts, the slow but massive fighter kept a steady lead on her through before launching Dragon’s fight away with a perfectly timed Groundbreaker.

“Phew! Now that’s somethin’,” Dragon Punch admitted, tugging on her top to air out her sweaty chest. It was hard not to smell her after her long day at the convention and her speedy workout on the controls. “You really put the time in on that one.”

“He’s my main. What can I say?” Big Bull smirked as he let the victory animations and stats play out. The second round went similar to the first, but Dragon learned to play it a little more carefully. She tensely hunched over her controls, managing to roll out of the way of Bulldozer’s Super before jabbing him into a KO with a sliver of her own health left.

“Getting intense,” she giggled as she itched her hair under her cap.

“You just got lucky that time,” Big said with a playful and confident grin.

“Tell me about it. I’d totally give you a BJ after this set if I managed to win this one.”

“Ha! …wait, what?”

“Y’know. A blowjob. IF I win,” she repeated with a happy little smile. She turned her attention back to the game as Big stared at her for a moment longer. He turned back to his controls, getting into position before glancing back at her again. She smiled a little wider as they got into the match, trading combos and Specials. The win and the chance of taking the whole tournament was tempting… but when he had his Super full he let it off early. Lo-Kai pole-vaulted over the shockwave and a quick combo into an air-grapple finished the match.

“Dragon Punch wins! She’s going on to the finals!”

Big sighed and slumped back into the seat. He glanced over at Dragon who raised her arms, brushing off her forehead as she stretched herself out.

“So uh… gg?” he said warily.

“For sure. I know it’s rude to ask if you shot off early on purpose,” she giggled. “But if you’re as quick on the draw as you are with those combos... how about we head off to the bathroom so I can show some gratitude?”

Big and Dragon confirmed they had a few minutes before the finals. They ducked off into the private bathroom and locked the door behind them as Dragon gently pushed him back to sit on the toilet. 

She quickly tugged down his shorts, exposing the excited hardon inside his shorts. The Bull lived up to his name in that respect as Dragon wrapped her hand around his meaty shaft with a giggle.

“I got a soft spot for boys willing to job like that,” she cooed as she kissed the base of his cockhead. By the way Big moaned and braced his hands on her shoulders, she could tell she’d have time to spare before the finals. The flirty girl’s violet hair swayed slowly as she leaned in until her breasts were resting on his knees. His cock rested against her cleavage as she smiled coyly and lowered her head, guiding his shaft between her lips with her tongue. Her cheeks were a bit red from effort in her match and he still smelled the bittersweet aroma of her sweaty hair and cleavage rubbing up against him.

The bathroom was empty enough that Dragon Punch made no effort to keep quiet. The soft smacking of her lips and tongue as they slurped up his cock were music to his ears as she started to bob her head more eagerly. She couldn’t fit all of him inside her, but she clearly gave it her best shot as she pushed her face deep into his lap, making her breasts swell against his legs and her hard nipples peek out from her top.

With a wet squelch, Dragon lifted her head from her work. She glanced up at him with a smile (or at least it looked that way behind her blinding bangs).

“How’s that feel, my big, big loser?” she cooed like it was a compliment. “That got you stunlocked? Don’t go pulling a mixup on me… let’s try and burn out that meter and go for the KO.”

She planted another firm kiss between his balls before running her tongue up its length. By the time she firmly took his cock between her teeth and lips, Big Bull tensed and shot his load into her mouth. She quickly sealed her lips to drink it down, gulping quietly so that nothing more than a bit of drool ran over her chest and shirt. She finally released him to lick her lips with her cum-coated tongue.

“Thanks for the tradeoff,” she chimed as she got off her knees. “Let’s throw down again sometime.”

“Yea, good luck in your match,” Big sighed as he took his time recovering. “Unless I get some action if you lose that too.”

Dragon just giggled as she did a quick checkup in the mirror. Thankfully her low-maintenance look was easy enough to fix in a hurry.

Dragon Punch’s last match was set as she slid the simple curtain shut. She was up against a short, brown-haired boy called Unibeam. He looked young for the 18+ division, but he had to go through the registering process to get here so she trusted their official word. He didn’t look too worrying in his Marvel vs Capcom t-shirt and shorts, but she knew that looks could be deceiving in the FGC.

Taking her usual close and cozy position, she was ready to pull out all the stops to win the championship match. She picked Lo-Kai again against his Sergeant Silver, but just as the game was reading off its intro babble, Uni reached over and grabbed her by the breast. Dragon was too surprised to stop him from simply pulling down on her shirt, bouncing her breasts out of her top.

“Whoop!” was all she could think to squeak as the game announced “FIGHT!”

Uni hurried to slap his buttons and get in a quick combo. Dragon pushed back on her controls to put up her guard, one hand busy stuffing herself back into her top.

“Why little sneak,” she noted with a giggle. She had pulled a few tricks to get to the top as well, so she had to respect his hustle. Of course, if he was willing to stoop to such obvious levels, she wasn’t afraid to meet him there.

As Silver charged up a fireball, Dragon was ready with a counter of her own. Rather than having Lo-Kai vault over it, however, she simply blocked with one hand while the other pulled down the short gamer’s shorts.

“Hey,” he yelped as he reached to try and pull them up, but Dragon already had him by the balls. She lightly kneaded and squeezed them until she felt his hard, little erection stiffen up against her hand.

“Don’t think you’re the only player around here,” she chimed a she leaned into him. She casually fondled and stroked him as her free hand operated her stick and a couple of buttons. Her one-handed style was proving surprisingly capable, and Uni found himself gritting his teeth to try and focus. Her handjob was winning out over his urge to win the round, leaving him spamming some stalling Specials to try and keep his distance.

“Oh no you don’t,” Dragon chirped as she wrapped a hand around his cock. She started to stroke it rapidly inside her fist, leaving the boy gasping softly as he pulled on his arcade stick. “Got you right where I want you. It’s grappling time, cutie!”

Lo-Kai did exactly that, hooking his staff around Silver and starting to toss him around the stage. Dragon single-handedly worked him in his corner while she stroked him faster and harder, getting the small teen to moan and lean against her. He gave up the round to let her finish him off, and his hairless balls tensed as he shot his warm and sticky load all over Dragon’s fist.

“KO!”

“Really feeling it now, huh?” Dragon smirked as she licked his cum off from her fingers. With her hand freshly cleaned, she settled them back on her controller for round 2. “Ready to do a clean round this time? Or you want to experiment?”

“I’ll show you,” Unibeam grumbled as he set his hands back on the machine. He kept one eye on Dragon as they started the match, trading a few basic attacks. Once he managed a pop-up to toss Dragon into the air, he suddenly turned and buried his face into her chest. He nudged aside one of her shoulder straps and latched onto her nipple, sucking it roughly while he kept his hands free to keep playing.

“Ah! No fair,” Dragon squeaked as she tried to squirm out of his mouth. Her breast jiggled in his face, but he held on tight with his drooling and suckling mouth. Dragon moaned and tried to press her attack, but it was her turn to be distracted as he nursed on her sweaty chest. Her pungent but fascinating smell got his cock hard again, but even her counter-groping wasn’t stopping him. He leaked out some precum just as he sealed round 2 with a Silver Burst.

Dragon pushed his head back off, tugging her top back into place.

“I respect the hustle, kiddo, but I’m winning this last one.”

“Only one can win,” he snickered confidently. “And I’ve figured out your weakness.”

“Lucky I’ve figured out a counter,” she chuckled knowingly. Uni gave her a suspicious glance, only to see her sit up and slide out of her snug stretch pants. She took her panties down with them, showing some of her freckled, juicy thighs. She had let her pubic hair grow out into a tidy red patch of fur, which the boy was shocked to see in the first place. He was too busy staring to stop her when she sat up and plopped her meaty butt into his lap. He could barely see past her wide tits reaching arms as she took his cock between her thighs and still controlled her own character.

“Ready? FIGHT!”

With her leaning over to handle her own controls, Uni could see and reach past Dragon’s thick curves. It didn’t do him any good with the fact she was riding his cock, bouncing her big hips to the rhythm of the game’s peppy music. She leaned a little further forward, raising her wide hips and dropping her pussy to grind against his hardon. She slid back and forth to rub the short shaft beneath her, sliding it between her fuzzy pussy and hotdogging in between her plump ass cheeks.

“Fuck… ah fuck… cheating,” Uni groaned as he groped at one of her tits. It still wasn’t enough to stop her from demolishing him in the game.

“Just playing by the rules,” Dragon giggled. “As long as we’re both having fun, right?” The tournament was casual enough that indeed, the only thing close to this was that you couldn’t touch another player’s controls. Neither of them had, unless you counted tits and dicks controllers.

In a way, they were. Dragon Punch angled herself where she could bump her butt back and forth against Uni’s lap, driving his dick smoothly in and out of her wet pussy. The impact of her meaty buns against the slim boy’s body was rocking him lightly in the booth, making his character unexpectedly duck and block when his hands lost control. She felt his dick pulsing inside her, which got Dragon to excitedly bite her lip. The throbbing felt good right at the tip where his leaking cockhead was barely big enough to nudge her clit. Uni panted in a high-pitched voice as he reached around her, grabbing the hefty jugs to pull himself firmer into her.

His slender hips slapped against Dragon’s ass cheeks in his last pumps, squeezing her tits hard enough that the soft orbs molded around his fingers, swallowing them up as he thrust inside her. The slick shot of cum blew just past her overexcited clit, and all the teasing got her to give a delighted squeal. Right as Uni shot his load, Sergeant Silver’s next fireball flew wide over Lo-Kai’s head. The martial artist broke into his Super combo, pummeling Dragon’s enemy in the finishing animation as she planted her hands on the arcade machine. She gave a few last, eager gasps as she used it for leverage, grinding back against the smaller boy’s dick until she shivered and squirted a quick orgasm over his lap.

“KO!” the machine announced as the crowd went wild and Uni’s head stopped spinning.

“You okay back there?” Dragon giggled as she smiled over her shoulder. “You look like I’m supposed to pull a Fatality on you right now.”

“Ugh… no fair,” Uni grumbled, but he simply frowned and pulled his shorts back on.

“Hey, look at it this way; everybody wins,” Dragon reminded him as she hurried to pull her leggings back on. “I just won more than you. And you cheated first, so fair’s fair.”

Once she was dressed, she adjusted her hat, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Better luck next time, shorty,” she giggled as she stepped out of the booth. She went to her roaring crowd, leaving the boy to sigh deeply, breathing in the lingering aroma of their sweaty sex. It certainly could have been worse, he decided.