Command Grab: Gamer Fuel (Patreon)

I’ve had a few CG stories started for a while now. I think this one was originally a pitch I threw at Gats a long time back. Just of the mouthy gamer girl coaching a younger player through a tournament and using his crush on her to her advantage in keeping her motivated. The part with the aura near the end was a super early idea I really enjoyed writing the couple sentences about, getting the idea across without making it actually obviously just “super saiyan aura happens.”

But these stories get a lot of attention and love, so always glad to mess with a stubborn personality like CG’s. Character belongs to https://twitter.com/wasabi_nuclear, of course! If you somehow found this stuff before them and you like my writing of them, you’ll LOVE their art.

Command Grab scoffed as she walked around the convention floor. She followed closely behind Flash, a younger-looking guy she had been stuck with for the day. He was short with similarly short blond hair, looking wide-eyed at the popular gamer girl and her bobbing ass cheeks. Command had come in a dark gray hoodie and some shorts that fit tightly around her famous curves.

It had started with a publicity stunt during one of her streams to get more money. Once she reached a certain level of donations, the top donors could enter a raffle. The winner (Flash here), got to have her as their coach for any fighting game tournament of their choosing.

So here she was at Button Breakers in Philly, leading some virgin twink of a newb towards the amateur division competition. Anyone who didn’t have a standing rank from a previous year could enter.

“You’re lucky you’ve got me on your side, you know that?” she complained. “I could be kicking ass at this thing myself but you simped up enough that I may as well do this for you.”

“You tried to get out of it,” Flash pointed out quietly. “You said ‘Philly isn’t a part of the US.”

“I uh… thought you meant Philippines!” CG snapped quickly. “Now come on. Who’re you maining this time around?”

“Dhalsim.”

“The old school spammer?” CG snorted. “Yea, you shouldn’t have a problem wailing on these rejects with my skills behind you.”

---

“What was that bullshit?!” CG erupted. She leaned over the back of Flash’s chair, resting her breasts on top of his head. “You fucking had him! You don’t just turtle up with Dhal! You tie him up in fireballs and your mid-game!”

“Sorry!” Flash blurted, blushing from the weight of her tits and the pressure of her shouting rather than actual advice. It was an overall score tournament rather than single elimination, so he had a few more shots to clean up his act.

“Sorry’s not gonna body the next guy! And if I see any button mashing when you get cornered like that, I’m gonna mash YOU!”

Flash did seem to pick up his game as he took out the next competitor with a quick 2-1.

“HA! That all you got, neckbeard!?” CG cackled beside Flash. “Gettin’ wiped by this scrub! Go back to playing CPU’s while my manlet here wrecks house! Go off and cry to the officials and maybe they’ll give you some extra time in the ball pit!”

His first few matches went by with ups and downs, winning most of them when he didn’t make a rookie mistake. Command Grab was always there with some colorful words of wisdom to heckle his opponent or chew him out for his amateur performance.

“I was just distracted,” Flash excused after his latest loss. He was still in the running to win the whole tournament, but just barely.

“What?! You’re in the main event! Time to get your gamer face on!” CG pointed out.

She leaned over far enough that her boobs bounced in front of his face. Her cleavage danced right before his eyes.

“What the hell could have you distracted, you casual-ass bitch!?”

Flash frowned and flexed his fingers slowly. “I uh… I think I got a cramp during that last fight. My thumb’s a little stiff…”

It wasn’t the only thing left stiff, but it was genuinely bothering him.

“Ugh. This is why you stretch first. Any pro knows that,” she groaned. She knelt down in front of him and took his hand, starting to massage between his fingers while they had their break.

“If you’re going to bring me to a tournament, you can at least not fuck it up so much you make me look bad. I got a reputation to maintain.”

Flash didn’t bring up that she certainly had a reputation, and it definitely wasn’t for winning all the time. Still, with the brunette kneeling in front of him and rubbing his hand, he couldn’t help but blush. The busty gamer glanced up and noticed, quickly forming a new strategy.

She should have known. Of COURSE he had the hots for her. Who didn’t!? Yelling and complaining wasn’t fixing the problem, but she still had another trick or two up her sleeve. She unzipped her hoodie enough to show more of her low-cut tank top.

“Hey, Flash,” she intoned, squeezing his hand a bit more firmly. “Did I ever mention how much I loooove a winner?”

CG stood back up, intentionally standing too close to the blushing boy. It shoved her plump breasts into his face, still warm from their time inside her hoodie.

“If you were to actually take first place, I don’t know if I could control myself. That’d be such an Alpha move,” she said with a wicked grin on her face.

Flash’s eyes went wide from somewhere between her cleavage, and she knew she had his attention.

“So what do you say? Ready to bring your A game?”

Flash nodded, bobbing her breasts against his face as he tried to conceal his erection.

---

“KO! PERFECT!”

“HOO YEA!” CG hooted triumphantly.

She hadn’t done a thing since her seductive pep talk, but it was clear to see that Flash had shifted gears. His mind was dead set on winning the tournament and he was paying full attention to his every move while flowing naturally through his matches.

“Eat it, bitch! Get that scrawny hitbox outta my house! I’m sure your three followers will be super bummed to hear about your latest L!”

“Good game,” Flash added meekly.

“It totally wasn’t!” Command Grab corrected mockingly.

She slung an arm over Flash’s shoulder, squeezing him into a tight side hug. The fresh sensation of her big hips and breasts mashing into him got him blushing and stiffening up again.

“Keep it up, squirt. You keep landing combos like that and you won’t be able to keep the girls off you.”

Flash’s eyes wandered over, blushing and making an intense face at the huge boobs squishing against his cheek.

“I… can do my best…” he muttered.

“Bullshit! You can WIN! You’ve got the best in the goddamn world at your back! With me carrying your ass, we can beat anybody here!”

---

Flash did just what she asked. He tore through the brackets, beating anyone who got in their way. If he struggled, CG just applied some pressure in her own special way. A particularly gentle hand massage, “accidentally” rubbing up against him, leaning a hand on his thigh, squeezing him in a quick, titty-smothering hug… anything to win. The rookie’s libido was apparently the key to his concentration, and she wasn’t about to let his loss be another blow to her ego.

“Alright. Come on. Semifinals. Two more matches and you’re the fuckin’ god of this place,” Command Grab warned.

She rubbed Flash’s shoulders as they cooled off in a corner from the last fight. The boy was still looking uptight, wound up from the growing intensity of his first real competition. The meek kid was not great at hiding his emotions, fidgeting and trying to take deep breaths to steady himself.

“Okay. You can knock this shit off,” CG scolded him.

The brunette streamer went to one knee in front of him to look him in the eye.

“You got this. It’s a bunch of amateurs out there and you have a pro showing you the way. I’m your Gouken to your Ryu here. I’ll get you through this.”

“Right,” Flash answered, but he still seemed distracted. He was too built up from his first matches and hadn’t come down from it.

“Look at me, dumbass.”

CG demanded his attention between her scowl and her jiggling chest.

“There’s no right way to win. Whatever you gotta do to clear your head, that’s cool. What’s it gonna take to get you back on your feet here?”

“Uh…”

Flash’s eyes roamed down and zeroed in on her chest. CG spared a glance lower and saw the growing bulge in his shorts. She pursed her lips and caught his eye with a stern glare.

“This is a ONE time thing,” she stated before taking his hand and leading him off to one of the empty side rooms.

The private space was emptied out between panels as she shut the door behind them. She shoved Flash into a seat and peeled off her hoodie, letting the small and seemingly industrial strength bra bounce as it struggled to hold her lightly tan tits in place. She knelt in front of Flash again, but with him raised in the seat this time rested her jugs on his lap.

“And the pants stay on, okay?” she added sternly, even as she started to shift her upper body.

It rubbed her huge chest across his crotch, making the smaller boy shudder and grip the edge of his chair before starting to relax again. It was already working, so CG frowned as she undid her bra. The undergarment gave way and her heavy tits fell flat on his lap like a pair of heavy shopping bags. It sent a shiver through Flash’s dick and up his spine as she started to cup and rub them in place, the shifting softness grinding against his erection. He started to dry hump her tits, so soft and heavy that he could feel them right through it.

“This better be worth it, scrub,” Command warned him, frowning up towards the moaning and panting boy.

“And make it quick. We don’t have all the time in the world and if we’re late to the match…”

She growled, remembering she was supposed to be encouraging him to win.

“It doesn’t matter. Long as we’re on time and you’ve got your head on straight, you got this. You’re my big strong pogchamp, right? My hot and confident pogchamp who’s gonna sweep this tourney and show ‘em all what I… we can do, right?”

CG added a little more pressure on the moment in more ways than one. She squeezed her tits together, mashing them around the outline of his dick. Even through his pants he was hard enough to arch his back and push as much of it as possible into her underboob, its sensitive hardness feeling every curve of her chest. Even as annoyed as she looked, staring down at the topless streamer grinding all over his lap was just what he needed in his moment of tension. He gasped and thrust one final, firm thrust as he came in his pants, the warm wetness soaking through and tingling the bottom of her breasts, indirectly cumming on her tits.

“Ohhh gosh,” he moaned, slumping back into his chair.

“Yea. I know. You’re a lucky little shit,” CG said impatiently. She stood back up and wiped a hand beneath her boobs.

“Just change your pants and let’s get back out there.”

“Change my…? I don’t have any more pants with me.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake... This really IS your first tournament. Just ditch the underwear and wipe the pants down and we’ll make do.”

---

The semi-finals were a piece of cake. The orgasm had cleared his head completely while the arousing little fling got him plenty motivated. CG was annoyed that it had come to that but she folded her arms across her huge tits and smirked as he cleaned up the last KO.

“That’s my BOY! Just like I told ya. Switch it up and they won’t see that shit comin’!” she boasted.

She clapped him on the leg and shook him firmly as she got back up. She felt her hand rub against a firm outline and she tried to forget that he wasn’t wearing any underwear anymore. The audience clapped and hooted over the showing either way and things were quickly put together for the final round.

As the con’s workers put things together, Flash’s opponent came over to the play area. She briefly glanced over the short blonde and focused her gaze on Command Grab, smiling smugly at her. CG’s excited expression turned to an unpleasant frown.

“Hey, Grabs. I see you still haven’t caved in and just made a SimpCity account.”

CG immediately recognized the slim, punky streamer by her streamer name “Mixup.” She wore a winter cap and a long sweater with long and curly hair dyed a toxic green. She wore some matching lipstick and had dark eyeliner that emphasized her pale features. She smiled lazily but smugly at CG, who had spent nights stewing over whenever Mixup got better numbers than she did her on her streams.

“And I see you’re still trying to use hair dye to replace a personality,” CG huffed back at her defensively.

“I’m just here for pipsqueak here. I’m holding his hand to guide him right into the number one spot.”

Flash reached out and squeezed her hand to help prove her point. She hastily swatted it away.

“Yea? Well you know what they say,” Mixup said with her cool grin.

“Those who can’t win, teach, right? Sorry to crush your dreams there, little guy, but I’m cleaning house tonight. Nobody fucks with my Cammy.”

“This is the final match of the tournament!” a con employee called out, grabbing everyone’s attention.

CG held her breath as Mixup went to her seat. CG caught Flash, planting a hand on his head and turning him back around to face her.

“Listen up. We NEED to beat this bitch. I’ve been wanting to shut her cocky ass down for ages and you are the perfect way to get that shit done. Just keep it up how you’ve been doing and this fuckin’ poser’s going to eat so many L’s she’s gonna think it’s a weirdass Sesame Street bit!”

---

Despite all her emphasis on winning, the actual match was intensely close. Anytime Flash or Mixup seemed to take control, the other would counter or perfectly time a block that let them escape. A smooth dodge leading into an uppercut got Flash the first round with a fraction of health left, but a surprising shift in Mixup’s combo threw off Flash’s rhythm in the second. Everything came down to the last minute as CG hastily wiped the sweat from Flash’s brow and rubbed his shoulders.

“Come on, kid. You’ve got this. Think straight and stomp this bitch,” she urged quietly into his ear. It mostly helped ensure she had her breasts down on top of his head. Everything (which was to say her ego) was riding on this so she was putting everything she had into motivating him.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, making her boobs bob around his hair. “I’m trying. She’s just really tricky and doesn’t play like the others…”

“So just think faster! Focus!” CG demanded.

The next match finally loaded and Flash still looked like he was struggling to concentrate. CG had seen rookies sweating going up against her, and she saw it here. He was already putting his all into it and he was still barely keeping up with Mixup. CG bit her lip in thought before she pulled on his collar. She was putting it all on the line too.

“Listen, you little shit. If you win this, I will totally go all the way with you,” she hissed into his ear.

Flash perked up so suddenly and sharply that CG backed away in surprise. She could all but see the glowing, fiery aura around him as his eyes lit up with the same intensity. Mixup had barely taken a step when Flash’s Ryu had darted forward and entered a flurry of a combo. The punky streamer’s eyes widened as she kept trying to block or dodge to no avail, getting launched into the air and smashed back down again. She even resorted to desperate button mashing as the fans went crazy for what seemed to be the kid’s secret weapon in action.

“What… what the… how in the fuck!?” Mixup babbled in shock.

She was left still recovering from a fall when Ryu’s Super blasted her in the face. The game announced “KO! PERFECT!” to declare Flash’s flawless victory.

“YES!”

Flash leapt up to his feet as the audience cheered. He turned to the leaping and cheering CG, catching her by the arms. He pulled her in and kissed her firmly on the mouth, just for her to pull back. She gagged and spat comedically to one side as Flash kept grinning and jumping for joy.

“Ugh… don’t know how you pulled that off, but good game, kid.”

Mixup offered him a hand that he enthusiastically shook.

“Not bad, Grabs. Whatever you did for him, I guess it worked.”

The thrill of victory wore off as CG stopped jiggling and jumping. Her smile faded as she remembered the bargain she’d laid out for him. When she looked back at her pupil, Flash was beaming proudly at her.

“Okay, but…” CG immediately backpedaled.

“All the way’ can mean a lot of things…”

Flash folded his arms patiently.

“Like I could walk you all the way back to your place, or treat you all the way at the food court…”

Flash didn’t budge as he stared her down. She was starting to regret the confidence she’d instilled in him. She groaned and rolled her eyes.

“No. The answer’s no. I’m not…”

“If you don’t, I could always tell everyone the secret to how you motivated me,” Flash offered instead.

CG’s face went red as she pursed her lips. Her pride and reputation were too important to her, so she couldn’t put that at risk from this brats’ rumors. Even if they were true. She growled and grabbed his hand, leading him off through the many fans congratulating them with back pats and butt slaps/gropes.

“This’ some bullshit. No gratitude in this newb generation,” she grumbled.

---

They went back to CG’s hotel room where she once again stripped out of her top. She at least didn’t want her hoodie smelling and stained with the brat’s spunk. Flash was sitting eagerly on her bed, his eyes locked onto her slim waist and huge bust.

“Okay, just get this over with,” she sniffed irritably.

She sat on the bed with him and shoved him in the chest, taking charge as she pushed him onto his back. She ran a hand up his chest through his shirt, making him shiver and his eyes go wide as she riled him up again.

“Congrats or whatever,” she grumbled as she started stripping him down.

She got his shirt off but when she dropped his pants, she jumped back in surprise like she had when he’d tensed up from her promise. Flash was apparently a grower more than a shower, because she wouldn’t have guessed the meek boy she’d met today was packing such a massive dick.

“JEEZ! What have you been feeding that thing!?” she blurted in surprise.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Uh… nothin’,” CG deflected.

She slid out of her shorts and panties, exposing her thick thighs and ass while she did the mental math on how she was going to fit that thing inside her. She straddled his legs, her shaved smooth pussy and her intimate beauty mark nudging up against the base of his dick.

She was still figuring the best way to approach it when Flash used those same sudden reflexes that had won him the tournament. He pulled on her wrists and thrust his hips forward, ramming it in hard. CG’s eyes went wide as the thick piece of gamer dick stuffed its way inside her, filling her up without even trying. Her jaw fell open as his shaft pushed right in like an amateurish but effective guard break.

CG’s whole body shuddered as he went inside, cockshocked into a jiggling paralysis. Her curves wobbled from the force of the penetration while Flash started humping, pushing her up and down on his shaft. Her gawking mouth drooled from the rhythm as she let out a few puny squeaks, her brain trying to process the rough and brutish sense of pleasure rushing into her brain.

“H-hold on,” she rambled weakly, but Flash was too invested to stop now.

He barely heard her as he thrust in harder, plunging into her pussy. It was already soaking wet in response to the huge shaft inside her, softly squishing with every press. Her hips bucked instinctively in time with it, his balls slapping against her hefty booty as it bobbed up and down. She shivered hard enough to tumble forward, only her lower half still in place as her breasts and face fell closer to Flash.

“Fuck… oh fuck,” the smaller boy moaned.

He squeezed two big handfuls of CG’s tits. He couldn’t fit all of them with how big they were, but he groped as firmly as he wanted as a result. He squeezed and pulled on the thick boobs, but the rough handling was already numbed by her shocked arousal. Even her gawking and drooling mouth didn’t resist when Flash planted a few kisses on her lips, proving much more accommodating than his initial victory kiss.

“Ah… AHHHHN~!”

CG wailed as her thick body trembled. Her breasts pressed into Flash’s chest as her ass thrust out, slamming back and forth on his huge cock. Her pussy tensed and gushed a warm wave of cum over his dick, adding more of a slick mess to their intermingling genitalia.

“You ok?” Flash asked carefully.

“Ohhhh yea,” CG moaned out witlessly. It was more of her mood than a real response. It was proving too hard to think with that much dick pushing up against her clit.

“Good... it feels so good,” he moaned as he kept thrusting into her.

CG’s body kept bucking and bouncing in place, shocked by the boy’s stamina. She was all but limp besides her quivering hips and her legs wrapping around him as best she could. When Flash experimentally pushed at her midsection, she rolled over rather easily and let him mount her. Planting his hands on the bed, he found this felt even better as he plowed right down into her womanhood. Her thick thighs and hips cushioned him with warm flesh as CG’s eyes rolled back and squirted again, and a third loudly moaning time before he could finish. The blonde boy gasped highly as his already thick dick swelled inside her before gushing out a huge load of cream, jizzing and flooding her insides until it was sloppily oozing out mixed with her own leftover orgasms.

“Oh god! Oh yea!” he panted as he still remained hard enough to keep pounding the mouthy streamer into the bed. For once, it seemed CG actually seemed speechless.

Flash finally slumped into her, sighing and moaning as he nuzzled in between Command Grab’s pillowy tits. She could barely see straight as she laid flopped out on the bed, her arms bent into uncomfortable positions that she was too dazed and weak to bother fixing. Her mind was absolutely stunned and numb by the deep railing it was still sweatily stewing over.

“Hey… CG?” Flash panted.

He looked up from between her tits. Her normally scowling face was now a sweaty, dizzy mess as her eyes couldn’t even focus on him properly. He smiled anyway as it looked like one of the nicer looks she’d given him that day.

“Yuh?” she mumbled.

“I think this was the funnest day of my life! I wanna grow up to be a real gamer just like you!”

Flash leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She was too fucked silly to protest as he smiled and got back up to reclaim his clothes.

“I can’t thank you enough! You’re my fav!” he praised again.

Some small flicker of appreciation and pride started to rekindle in the back of Command’s mind. She was too busy focusing on that to keep an eye on Flash as he left. Still, her eyes widened when she thought she heard a quick snapping sound of a cameraphone before the boy left her to rest off the big day.