The Fortniteification of Chun-Li (Patreon)

Been dying to finish this one for a long time. For the record, I have played zero Fortnite. I watched a friend’s niece play it for about 5 minutes but she didn’t know what she was doing. I watched some LPers play Player Unknown a few times over and I understand it’s a bit like that but more cartoony and people actually play it anymore. That’s most of my understanding of the game when I came up with this idea.

Seeing all the art that springs up whenever Chun-Li appears in anything is always a treat. For a while, people were dropping gifs of her doing booty dances and cheesy taunts and my main thought was “the Fortnitification of Chun-Li.” The idea of her being this badass karate girl who then gets put next to Iron Man and Darth Vader and given a goofy pinata weapon. Chun’s always a fun character to fuck with because she’s so serious in a fight but has her closeted, desperately thirsty and insecure side. This felt ideal as a harmless corruption arc of sorts. Her being degraded through slapstick and being made to do all the meme taunts as she becomes more and more desperate to win and gain attention to stay relevant.

I think it altered a bit from what I imagined but it was still fun to write. I had to do way more research than most things because I quickly didn’t want it to just end up as Rick Sanchez fucks Chun-Li fanfic levels of the crossover. There’s some bananas shit in there but I wanted to keep Chun the focus. Definitely felt like a big dose of my Your Favorite Healslut series with a dash of Boombox Boogie. Meta humor, humiliation, light fighting and some on-the-battlefield fuckin’. 

Granted, most of that research was writing while playing an hour+ clip off youtube of Chun-Li doing all the fortnite dances/emotes.

Chun-Li reported to her superiors at Interpol, saluting sharply in her snug formal wear she used for such important meetings as this. She stood patiently as the stuffy head of her department sorted through some final papers on his desk. She hated having to dress up for these. She was a martial arts master and painfully single, so she was never in this kind of official-looking outfit for long. She felt like it didn’t flatter her, even as they failed to cover up her wide hips and thighs and toned build.

“Well, regarding your next assignment,” the dry older man reviewed.

“This is the time of year when they start arranging the Street Fighter tournament.”

Chun nodded, suppressing a smile with her expert spycraft. She had been looking forward to this job for some time. A chance to cut loose and kick the crap out of some of the best and strangest martial artists alive.

“That’s correct, Mr. Nishiyama. I’ve prepared my usual travel kit so I can leave as…”

“Oh there will be no need for that,” the director corrected.

While she could hide her smile, Chun-Li’s expression dropped a bit.

“M. Bison was already captured by agents on the 16th. There’s no reason for you to enter the tournament with Shadaloo’s leader no longer participating.”

“I think you mean to say Vega, sir,” Chun-Li added modestly.

“Bison, Vega, Barlog… I get them confused all the time. Not my fault they’re called something different everywhere in the world,” he grumbled.

“Well then what about my assignment, sir?”

“With the tournament out of our crosshairs, we decided to put you to good use in another competition. Have you heard anything about Fortnite?”

“Not… much. Only that it’s a game for children that’s become rather popular.”

“Exactly. So when they asked us to use you in their game, we played hardball to make it worth every penny. You report to their recruiter at 9am this coming Friday. We appreciate your contributions to the organization, Chun-Li. You are dismissed..”

---

Chun couldn’t believe it. She walked out of the office dumbstruck as she checked her updated assignment reports. It was as simple as that: she was traded off like some second-rate athlete from Interpol to this casual shooter game instead of a real tournament like Street Fighter.

She played some footage on her laptop in her office as she frowned at the sight. Flying vans and whacking people with pinatas and building things out of thin air…

“This is absolute nonsense,” she said in disbelief. “I’m a martial artist! Why would I start using these ridiculous guns now?”

She huffed as she forced herself to focus on her mission reports. “At least we had blood in Street Fighter… sometimes…”

She went through her briefings before finally reporting to her new game. The gates leading to Fortnite were brightly colored and goofy enough to make her grimace in distaste. She shook her head and approached in her athletic attire; a tight bodysuit, sneakers, and a light vest of her usual blue and gold colors. Her hair was tied into their classic hair buns, following the general advice to dress practically and ready for a workout.

She stepped inside with her travel bag over her arm, looking around the large, colorful room. Players and characters alike were signing in, entering the doors or teleporting in from who knows where. She had only been in a handful of other video games before, and those were usually just cameos, so she was feeling lost at all the action going on.

“Hey! New girl!” a woman’s voice called to her.

Chun-Li felt a small sense of relief before she turned and saw who was talking to her. A woman dressed from head to toe as a bright pink teddy bear was waving at her as she jogged over.

“Sup? I’m Cuddle Team Leader. You can call me Cuddles or Cuds. We like to keep things casual around here, and the players tend to give us a lot of nicknames for short. You’re the new acquisition, right?”

“I suppose you could call it that,” Chun-Li muttered.

She glanced around the lobby, seeing all color, manner and species of people signing in.

“Is that Thanos being patted down?”

“Oh that troublemaker? Don’t worry. He’s harmless. Unless he spawns as a boss during the limited time events. But that’s getting way ahead of ourselves. Let’s get you registered and ready to rock!”

Chun-Li tried to maintain what dignity she had left and nodded.

“Of course. I understand that this is a more firearms-based competition, or a ‘battle royal,’ so I brought some of my own weapons in case that would be easier,” Chun-Li explained, flexing a bit of her limited knowledge.

“It’s pronounced battle royale,” Cuddles corrected as she led her off.

“Second, we provide our own firearms. You have to live off what you find out on the field each time you land. And third, you won’t even be touching a gun until we get through the important part of your training.”

“And that would be…” Chun-Li pried.

“Well let’s start by askin’ how’s your dance moves?”

---

“Okay, but bend over more. Really stick it out.”

Chun-Li blushed and pursed her lips as she did as she was asked. She gripped her ankles as she shook her hips around, bouncing them from side to side. A number of cameras were set up all around her as Cuddles directed her on how to pose and act as they scanned her into the game.

“Is this really necessary?” she groaned again.

“You kidding? The kids pay out the ass for the cosmetics alone. They don’t want to come off looking like a scrublord in some default skins and emotes. Just uh… hold that pose a sec.”

“Seriously?! Why?” Chun-Li demanded impatiently. She was set on remaining on her assignment but she didn’t have to like it.

“I gotta update our settings a little. They’re not used to a uh…”

Cuddles thought on her words for a moment.

“To a model like yours. We’re gonna have to modify your hit boxes to include more jiggle physics on an ass like that.”

“More WHAT!?” Chun-Li objected, blushing hard as she turned her head as best she could to look past her own legs.

“Relax. We tend to go for a younger demographic, so we just don’t get a lot of milfs on here.”

“I am NOT a mother!” Chun-Li shouted back even more angrily.

“I did say type!” Cuddles insisted. “Now stop bouncing that thing around so we can get some stills.”

“I’m not bouncing it either!”

“Really?! Damn. Nice.”

Chun-Li blushed and fumed, but she stayed bent over like her guide advised.

“Okay, got it!”

“Finally…” Chun-Li sighed.

“Now just forty-somethin’ more emotes to go! Now do you know how to twerk?”

---

It was some of the most demeaning hours of Chun-Li’s life. The woman in a teddy bear outfit posted her while making her sashay, disco, dip, dance and dab until she didn’t look awkward about every second of it.

“No, it’s tighter than that. Arms up, hips in and… nope. More sharp than that,” Cuddles instructed.

“What are you even talking about?!” Chun-Li complained as she swung her arms around and bobbed her hips from side to side.

“We’re getting some feedback on the jiggle. Hang on.”

Cuddles stepped out from behind her camera to interrupt Chun’s apparently faulty flossing. The pink mascot knelt behind her and the Asian agent gasped as she felt the fuzzy hands grab her meaty ass.

“It’s real quick like. Left, right, left… and quit clenching so much.”

“I’m not clenching,” Chun-Li growled through gritted teeth.

“For real? Wow. That’s just… impressive.”

The bear woman groped around a bit more, jiggling and kneading the cheeks through her tight blue leggings.

“I don’t WANT to be impressive. I want it over with,” Chun-Li groaned, hugging her arms around her chest in tense impatience.

“I thought you said that kids played this game.”

“Well, yea. Kids, tweens, and a lotta pervs,” Cuddles admitted with a shrug.

“You should see what they do with the models over on porn site… that’s what you call free advertising.”

Chun gasped as the bear’s paw smacked her thick ass.

“Alright. Factoring in the jiggle and the hitbox… it’s just this and Gangnam Style before we get on with the prop emotes. We’ve got the saxophone and the boombox ready for ya so let’s keep it rolling.”

Chun-Li groaned, slumping wearily. She wiped some sweat from her forehead and picked at the leggings that had started riding up her ass from all the fondling, flinching as it clung to her crotch as well. They didn’t leave much to the imagination, and all this sweaty dancing and taunting was only making it worse.

“I’ve had street fights less exhausting than this. And MUCH less embarrassing,” the athletic agent complained.

“Trust me. I’ve seen everyone from Thor to Rick and Morty to a talking hamburger to John Cena come through here. You should be a big hit around here.”

---

“BOOM! No scooope!”

A cackling man with a facemask, cargo pants and blonde hair that stood straight up watched as Chun-Li’s body went flopping head over heels from the sniper shot. She had approached the battle royale with every bit of training and professionalism she could muster, but it hadn’t done her any good she didn’t know her way around and when cartoon characters were shooting bombs around at random. The sniper had blindsided her from behind some rocks in Greasy Grove while she was still figuring out how herweapons worked, landing her in yet another elimination.

She ragdolled off a rock, finding the whole experience to be painless, bloodless, and fully conscious while being rendered totally helpless. She was left draped against the stone, her arms caught on the top of it as the blonde-haired gamer circled around her proudly.

“Damn, newby! Git good or git owned!” he laughed at her.

He scaled up the stone and crouched down. All Chun-Li could do was grimace as he ground his firm bulge against her face in a teabagging pose (she always hated them). Her frowning face blushed as he gave her a light boot, knocking her back onto the grass. She landed face down and ass up in front of him as he ogled her defeated body.

“At least your model’s good. If you can’t win with those skillz, at least you can feel good knowing you blew your money on that slutty skin.”

Chun-Li just groaned as she faded from the battlefield, just to wake back up in the battle bus. The bizarre, floating blue bus floated over the cartoony battlefield as her player loaded up another game.

“OUTTA MY WAY, JERKASS! I got skulls ta crack!”

Harley Quinn elbowed Chun-Li in the stomach, making her huff as she leapt out ahead of her. She grunted and held her abs as she winced, shaking her head.

“Wonder why she’s so eager to die,” Chun-Li grumbled.

The hooded Raven shrugged behind her. “Probably more about winning than dying. Have you even eliminated anybody yet?” the gloomy heroine droned.

Chun-Li choked on her answer for a moment. “A couple,” she admitted.

“Impressive.”

Even with her naturally deadpan expression, Raven didn’t seem to mean it. She stepped up to the escape hatch and hesitated to look back at the martial artist.

“Is it true your ass got stuck when they tried to film your hula hoop emote?”

Chun puffed out her cheeks as she pouted. “I… I don’t have to answer that!”

“Sounds to me like you just did,” Raven chuckled before she leapt out.

Chun was already blushing by the time she leapt into her match. She managed to find a cluster of houses with some weapon caches. She started to stock up, expecting things to start looking up for her when there was a loud, cartoonish bonk ringing through her skull. Chun-Li’s eyes rolled as she fell limply to the ground, knocked silly as she looked up at her attacker. A young woman in jeans, a sleeveless shirt, black braids and covered in tattoos looked down at her with a disappointed look and a large mallet-like weapon with a goofy unicorn head.

“Only stunned, huh?” Jules commented, tossing the heavy melee weapon in her hand and catching it again.

Chun could only groan dizzily, writhing at her feet as she planted a boot on her chest. The fallen agent winced as it crushed her perky breast.

“Ah~! Stop! Wait,” she pleaded, her words slurred from what felt like a cartoon concussion.

Jules eyed her studiously for a moment.

“Ohhh it’s you. That trashy skin with the curves everyone’s been memeing about. At least this’ll bag me some Likes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! EEP!”

Chun-Li gasped as her still listless body was dragged up by one of her hair buns. Jules held onto her and threw her across her knee, making her intentions very clear.

“Since you’ve got some hits left in ya, so might as well make a show about breaking an antique like you…”

“Who are you calling AHH!”

With a loud smacking sound, the punky assailant clapped the flat of her mallet against her ass. Chun-Li shrieked and kicked her once powerful legs fruitlessly in the air. The game didn’t have any kicking mechanics like she was used to, so it accomplished exactly nothing. She was helplessly spanked silly, the toy-like weapon whipping her meaty ass. Jules smirked as she watched the tight but bouncy booty wobbling like a mound of jello.

“Holy shit! They seriously put all the jiggle physics into you, didn’t they? So glad I’m recording this!” Jules commented.

“You’re what?! Let me goOHHH!”

Chun-Li arched her back as the tattooed girl grabbed and pulled on her tights until they tore off at the back. The top of her toned legs and her pale ass were exposed just for the paddling to continue. Chun’s eyes rolled as she bit her lip, the stinging spanks starting to tan her cheeks red as they each bounced along with the blows. Jules grabbed a handful of one meaty bun to go with her hair bun she held her down with.

“No wonder people like losing with you. You’re such a slut to keep coming back for punishment like this. Plus the vids of you bouncing around like a washed up retro Barbie in spandex get a lot of hits.”

The stunned Chun’s eyes watered as she was spanked and berated, unable to find the words or the focus to argue back. The humiliation peaked as her health bar finally reached its last pixel. Jules just twirled her hammer in one hand for a flashy finale. She gripped it by the neck of the unicorn and shoved the handle right into Chun-Li’s pussy like she was harpooning a whale. The fallen martial artist’s eyes crossed as she howled out in pain, shuddering from the invasive insertion before she flopped into another freshly beaten rag doll. Jules smirked as she casually shoved her off her lap.

“Well that was fun, but I got a chicken dinner to win. Later, hoe.”

Jules performed a quick, funky little dance emote over her before leaving to let her vanish from the map.

---

Most of her early days were a repeat performance. Other players made extra effort to target and humiliate her. When the servers would slow down enough for her to take a break, she’d grab something to eat and retreat to her room to sulk and rest. Giggles and gossip sprang up around people whenever she walked by other characters so she had little interest in talking to them. She was a professional! She was better than all of this.

“Hey! Chun! How’s it going?”

The familiar British accent struck a chord and Chun-Li turned to see Cammy jogging towards her. The blonde fellow Street Fighter waved at her in her tight green one piece, a smile on her face. The flash from her past made Chun break into one of the first smiles she’d had in ages.

“Cammy! So they got you too, huh?” she laughed wearily.

“Yea, well it’s not so bad. I got to shoot Naruto, and how many people can claim that?” Cammy joked with a grin.

Chun gave an exasperated sigh.

“I should be so lucky. I can barely hit anyone let alone win a match before they turn me into a walking joke.”

Cammy looked surprised by that. She rested her fingers on her chest.

“Really?! I haven't had any problems on my end. I keep making my way into the final four and won a few myself.”

Chun-Li was stunned. Cammy was a former assassin rather than Interpol, but her training shouldn’t have been that different from her own.

“But… but how?! They’re all so experienced at this and my… my ‘hitbox…”

Cammy shook her head, making her long braids bob around behind her.

“Oh you’re missing the point. That’s what makes it so easy to beat them. This game’s so full of memes and comic book characters that some actual women like us?”

She smirked and tossed a braid behind her shoulder.

“These randy players don’t know what to do with us. Give them a little pose or bend over once in a while and their brains turn to mush. You should give it a try.”

Chun-Li blushed at the idea of seducing her way through a match. Then again, Cammy already looked far more successful and happy about being in the same situation that she was. She pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“Or not,” Cammy shrugged.

“I’m sure your way works fine too. Anyway, I’ll see you around. I got to squeeze in a snack before I’m going into some local championship thing!”

Cammy waved and slipped off towards the cafeteria. She got in line behind John Wick and Darth Vader, talking to them like they were old friends as well. Chun felt jealousy wash over her. Then dejection. Then determination. She grabbed her food and stormed up to her room before pulling out her laptop. She searched “sexy fortnite strats,” set the laptop on her bed, stood up, took a deep breath, and started mimicking whatever came on screen.

---

The battlefield was a chaotic mess as usual. The colorful cast blasted and bashed each other to rapidly whittle down their numbers. Harley Quinn was on a rampage over in Tomato Town, the retro-looking bit of city where she machine gunned down a pair of unsuspecting newbies.

“HA! Ta think I wasted my time gettin’ a psych degree when I coulda been doin’ this!” she cackled as she reloaded her oversized weapon.

She scanned the scene for any more action, but there weren’t any glaring openings. She did, however, see a large pair of bouncing pink shapes sticking out from behind a building. Harley furrowed her brow before realizing it was a jiggling pair of breasts shaking around from just out of sight. A woman’s voice panted and moaned as they shook back and forth, and with a sudden thrust Chun-Li’s moaning face bobbed in and out of view. The clown princess raised her eyebrows.

“Holy shit. What’d they put in that last update?” she blurted.

Her eyes darted around to make sure she wasn’t being flanked before she went sneaking over. A hand wrapped around Chun’s mouth and pulled her back behind the wall. Harley’s smile just grew wider.

“Hell, I’m missin’ some of the good stuff! I can moider guys any day. Got room for one more, youse two?!”

Harley started to unzip her shorts as she darted around the corner. Her eyes widened in surprise again to find Chun-Li alone, her own hand over her mouth. She had opened up her top to feign being plowed from behind and lured Harley in perfectly. She leapt up, grabbing the catwalk over her head and swinging her famously thick thighs around Harley’s neck. They flexed and squeezed around her neck, making her gag and flail. Even conjuring her weapon back into her hand, she was much too close for Harley to aim at her.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Chun-Li purred seductively.

“But I learned about this mod with a ‘melon-crusher’ emote and I couldn’t help myself.”

Harley choked out a few more pathetic noises as she pawed at Chun’s unbreakable leg lock. They tightened and pulled the blonde criminal’s face deeper into her crotch. Her eyes rolled as her hot, heavy breath panted over her groin. Between the successful ambush and the physical pleasure, Chun felt great about her return to the game.

“T-tighter… mommy…” Harley gagged before crumbling limply into Chun-Li’s legs. Her eyes rolled and she drooled over her spandex-clad crotch.

“Wow… so this is what succeeding in this game feels like,” Chun-Li sighed as she finally released Quinn. She tugged at the wet spot on her crotch.

“I can see why people find this game so… addictive.”

“There you are, skank!”

Chun-Li gasped and ducked as a rocket went flying towards her. She ducked and let it crash into a distant hill before rushing back into the town. She put a little extra sway into her hips, making her ass cheeks clap together as she ran. The tanned woman in glasses and a schoolgirl uniform she’d come to know as Isabelle reloaded as she gave chase.

“Oh you are NOT Getting away from me,” she growled.

Chun kept weaving between the buildings, never giving her a clear shot. Still, the steady plap plap of her thick cheeks bobbing against each other served as an even deader giveaway of her location than her footsteps. Isabelle remained in hot pursuit as Chun finally found what she was looking for. The Asian agent ran chest-frst into a surprised She Hulk.

“Seriously? Too easy,” the big green gamma babe laughed.

She raised a shotgun and Chun-Li quickly saw she was outgunned, especially at close range. She quickly thought through her studies and braced her hands on her hips, swaying them seductively as she entered a stripping belly dance. She was always seen as too “serious” in her old operations for seduction missions, but as Chun traced her fingers down the buttons of her top and tugged at the waistline of her leggings, it got She Hulk to hesitate. Her eyes roamed over her body as the edges of a thong teased her for staring.

“Okay… I’m listening,” the green woman mused.

Chun ran her hands over her breasts, finally peeling open her top. She slid down and kicked off her leggings, leaving herself in just the thong as she blessed the reskin mods she’d found once again. It clung deep in her damp pussy and even more up her juicy ass as she ran her hand over her crotch and seductively licked her fingers. Her narrow waist slithered side to side like a charming serpent there for her pleasure.

Chun twirled and wrapped her arms around She Hulk’s neck, grinding up against her like a trashy stripper. She slung a leg around the brawny heroine’s waist and smiled seductively, running a hand over She Hulk’s crotch.

“You want more, gorgeous?” Chun-Li purred.

She Hulk broke into a pink blush across her green cheeks. If people were going to play these games with the former street fighter, she’d play them right back.

“I could go for a quickie… you really have changed since MvC,” she admitted as Chun-Li gave her a seductive smile.

“Alright… then let’s bang,” Chun-Li purred as she dropped to her knees.

“That’s a weirdly specific way to put it, but alright OHHH baby~!”

Chun started to kiss at She Hulk’s crotch and rub over her muscular thighs. She glanced around the green heroine’s hips as she gave her groin a long lick. With a raise of her eyebrows, she suddenly slammed a forearm up between her legs. The Marvel girl gave a massive grunt and doubled over from the throbbing pelvic pain. Chun shoved Shulk backward while she was still looking devastated. Her weakened legs easily stumbled right into the way of Isabelle’s incoming rocket, blowing her clean off the map and out of the game.

“Oh fucking meat shields,” Isabelle hissed, hurrying to reload.

The barely dressed Chun-Li sprinted towards her while she was busy with the bulky weapon. She went into a handspring that launched herself into the air and came crashing down crotch-first on the schoolgirl’s face. She gave a muffled cry of protest as her face was buried in the thick hips, her glasses knocked askew.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt?” Chun-Li purred as she ground her hips on Isabelle’s face.

The pinned woman tried to aim her weapon but the Chinese fighter easily swatted it away now that she was this close. She smirked and lifted up her hips, just to turn around and squat over her.

“Oh no! God no!” Isabelle yelped.

“Anything but OOMF!”

The strong legs slapped Chun’s meaty ass down on her face, alternating bouncing and twerking it into her. She switched between the smothering, sweaty thong and cheeks grinding into her tan face before lifting it up just enough to bounce and clap it against her like a bootylicious pair of boxing gloves. Isabelle’s eyes rolled behind her knocked askew glasses, knocked silly beneath her.

“What’s wrong!? I thought you loved following the clap clap of this big milfy ass!”

It had annoyed her to hear once, but it was different when she was rubbing it in on all the haters. Now her big tight ass was a thing of pride and a weapon of thicc destruction against the pinned opponent. She sat back firmly, burying Isabelle’s nose up her crack. She moaned and ground on her, enjoying it while rubbing in more musky humiliation. Isabelle’s eyes rolled back into her head as Chun got the notification that she’d eliminated another player. She stood up smugly, leaving a wet imprint of her pussy on the KOed Isabelle’s face.

The street fighter returned to her seductive game of hit and run, baiting foes into fighting each other or catching them off guard with her nearly nude figure. She got in a few more kills before things were whittling down. The map began to shrink and it was down to the final 5. She had never been anywhere this close to winning before.

But as things got more confined, she had to leave her preferred ambush point and hiding spots were scarcer. She spotted a simple, beat up shack that looked like her best chance of cover, so she sprinted over and leapt through the window.

She landed right beside Ronin. The white-haired young man with a sidecut, lightweight cloth armor, a fit build, tattoos up one arm and a pair of katanas at his side (which were not real weapons for some reason) looked up in surprise when the thong-wearing topless woman leapt into his hideout. He whipped out his assault rifle while Chun-Li drew the large pistol she’d scavenged up, holding them steadily at each other in a silent faceoff.

“...why are you naked?” Ronin finally broke the standstill.

“I’m still wearing a thong,” Chun-Li chuckled confidently. Running around the entire match getting increasingly nude suddenly made having a gun in her face feel pretty mundane.

“I… noticed,” Ronin said awkwardly.

There was a gunshot from somewhere outside. Ronin glanced up at the corner of his eye for a moment as the player count went down to 4.

“I have a proposal,” Chun-Li stated levelly.

“We’re at a standoff right now. That won’t change any time soon. But if we try to kill each other now, either we both lose or the noise will give away our position, dooming the winner.”

She held up her empty hand, keeping the gun level as the simple gesture made her curves wobble more.

“I say we both put the guns down, wait in this convenient hiding spot until it’s just the two of us, then have it out. Then at least one of us wins.”

Ronin furrowed his brow, clearly weighing his options.

“And we can always fuck until we get the alert that we’re the only two left.”

“Ok! Now we’re talkin’!”

His stern expression vanished as he started to lower his gun. Chun-Li mirrored the move. The martial artist smiled and quickly peeled his shirt off over his head. She leaned into him and kissed the silver-haired samurai deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth. With a pull on his pale hair, she dropped him to the floor with her landing straddling on top of him. At the very least it was to avoid any stray bullets…

Her lips smacked hungrily against her opponent’s. She was already elated by her performance so far and she was riding that high as she bit Ronin’s lower lip. She rolled her hips to grind her crotch on his, rubbing her warm, wet mound through their clothes. She hummed against his mouth as her head spun with pleasure and her opponent’s bulge swelled at her well-practiced gyrations.

As she undid his belt (resulting in a clatter of far too many swords for her tastes), Ronin started to become more responsive to her aggressive seduction. He ran his hands up her strong thighs and caught his thumbs on the edges of her thong. He expected her to lift her legs to let him peel it off of her but Chun-Li didn’t seem to have the patience. Her battle-high had her simply pull her hips back, making him tear it off her instead of bothering to wait. She yanked down his pants like an impatient amazon and slid herself slowly upward. Her sweaty breasts slid across Ronin’s abs and chest, her nipples raging hard and tits so soft. She let out a long and husky moan as she took his cock inside her, lowering her hips to start steadily pumping them around it.

Ronin groaned along with her, letting his hands venture around to her infamous ass. He gave it a firm, curious squeeze but Chun-Li’s hand wandered after his and gripped his wrist. He expected her to pull him away out of some of her uptight dignity, but she just lifted his hand and forced it back into place harder, making him spank her ass. They both grunted hard as it made her booty jiggle hard enough that it rippled through her whole body. Her back arched as she shut her eyes and her pussy clenched around Ronin’s shaft, getting them both to shudder appreciatively. The sounds of gunshots and explosions just outside felt miles away as she braced her hands on the random player’s chest and bounced harder and faster, riding him like a cowgirl trying to win a race.

“Come on… keep up with me, baby,” she panted softly, caressing the overwhelmed warrior’s cheek.

“Give it to me! This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’re the best and you wanted the best pussy, didn’t you? You wanted to fuck me. You wanted to fuck the big-ass slut of the game like I’m the real prize~!”

She started breathing heavily, sweat running down her body and onto her pale-haired partner. Her ego hadn’t felt this good in years! Ronin looked up at her like a fertility goddess as she squeezed her arms together, making her tits pop out between them. His hands ran delicately over the round tits and hard nipples.

“Good boy. I hope you’re streaming this to the entire fucking world right now. I hope everyone gets to see the new and improved Chun-Li and EXACTLY what I can do~! That the strongest woman in the world can give them more pleasure than they could… ever… imagine…”

She purred out the last of her words accompanied by some tight clenching of her pussy with each one. She licked her lips seductively, pumping her hips to take Ronin balls deep as she played with her tits for him. The silver-haired soldier groaned deeply and thrust in deeper as she bounced on his dick, relishing in the hot, thick load that flooded her pussy and oozed out the tightly packed folds. Her eyes rolled and she bit her lip, looking and feeling as absolutely slutty as possible as the relative stranger’s cum gushed out of her dirty, flirty hole.

An explosion went off outside to match the massive orgasm. The smoke and debris flying past the window felt like the perfect backdrop as Chun bounced her way towards her own climax.

“DOUBLE ELIMINATION!” popped up in her alerts. “SUDDEN DEATH!”

Ronin seemed to still be stunned in his afterglow as Chun-Li conjured up her pistol without even getting off his dick. She drew quickly and popped a few of the bloodless shots that erupted into sparks against his chest and head. The body jerked and spat out a few last drops of cum into her as he fell flat.

“So much for pillow talk,” he groaned sarcastically as his body vanished beneath her, letting Chun-Li fall flat on her ass.

“WINNER WINNER! CHICKEN DINNER!”

The obnoxious phrase still made Chun-Li leap to her feet, eyes and smile wide to hear those magic, cheesy words.

“Seriously!? Are you kidding me?! I won!? YES! YES!”

She leapt up and down, breaking into a cheerleader-like emote as she pumped her arms overhead. She paid no mind to how the cum ran down her leg and her bare tits bounced around for everyone watching. The excitement got the best of her and she felt ready to cum on the slutty pride alone.

When that still wasn’t enough and her body temperature was rising rapidly, she gave a flick of her wrist and summoned a pirate style treasure chest into her hands. She had practiced it plenty of times before, knowing it was rigged with a comical trap of a little octopus inside for the taunter. It was why she held it down near her crotch instead, opening the treasure chest to let the slippery pink tentacles go between her legs. Her eyes rolled and she moaned, drooling shamelessly past her dazed smile. Everything was going her way. Nothing could stop her! She could do anything, and if that meant cumming while a cartoon octopus probed and squirted inside her until she squirted all over the toy prop in front of all her fans, then that was exactly what she’d do.

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The moderators quickly caught on and undercut a lot of her modifications, but the damage was done. The clip went viral as some massive glitch and not that she was owning it, she appreciated the hungry looks and awkward blushes that people got when they walked past her. Lots of other characters flirted with her and invited her to experiment in the mod-rooms with some of her original moves. The smarter ones just asked back to her bedroom where she’d fuck their brains out. She still ranked highly in her matches, always distracting or flirting her way to the top like the sultry black widow she was (even moreso than Black Widow!"

It wasn’t long before she got a special invitation from Cuddles about another offer. Chun-Li’s eyes lit up and she quickly signed off on it before hurrying off to the secret backdoor of the game. She cleared her throat and braced herself as she stepped into a low quality 3D bedroom. Everything seemed stock still or jiggling like it was a water balloon, depending on the simplistic texture it carried. A beautiful blonde woman in white lingerie laid out on the pink bedsheets, smiling warmly at her.

“So the new hot thing finally arrives,” she welcomed.

The curvy blonde stood up and held a hand out, shaking Chun-Li’s as she approached.

“Angela Zeigler. Most call me Mercy Overwatch,” she greeted in a soft German accent.

“Chun-Li Fortnite. Pleasure to meet you. I’m very excited to be here!”

Mercy giggled as she led her back to the bed. Cameras were rolling all around them.

“I think you’ll love your visit here. Ze pay is great, you get so many views on your videos, ve make so many people happy... but zis is your first time in ze Blender program, so let’s take things slow…”