Bonus Sketch: Bonnie Fugsly (Patreon)

The retired bully muscle from Southern Valley Sexfight High. I think about that old classic at a girl's school of sexfighters in training, where everything in the world is resolved by sex. Bonnie was one of my lowkey favs, being a big dumb bruiser type, so felt like her again out of the blue. I always loved their designs I got in the last art posts, and the story's fun if a little hard to pinpoint where to take it. It'll show up on the month's story polls later today.

Another sketch from https://twitter.com/urvalentinebabe. 

"THAT'S how it's done, bitches!" Samantha barked across the ring at the scowling Bootey team. Her arms went out in open challenge before she chopped her hands at her crotch. "Learn to fuck!"

Samantha gave Bonnie a pat on the shoulder as the girls passed each other by. Out of everyone, Ann wondered the most about how the chubby retired bully would do in a real competition. She made for good muscle, but brighter than she looked if not much of an instigator. Left to her own devices, she didn't have more than one or two mean bones in her body.

The Bootey challenger took out a number of piercings from her nose and ears, a tattoo of a sexy devil on one shoulder and her long pink hair knotted up into a complex little bun behind her head. "How come I always get stuck with the fatasses?" the punky girl sneered, but Bonnie didn't respond. She just glared. Annie bit back her snicker as Bonnie took Ann's advice. She was too sweet for the real dirty talk, so an ominous glare at her size could do a lot.

Similarly, the challenger came right to Bonnie as soon as the buzzer sounded. She roughly grabbed at her pussy, but Bonnie barely shifted her footing to leave her with a handful of thick thigh meat. The punk attacked much quicker than Bonnie did, but the big girl she knew she didn't have to move that much. She pawed and grabbed at the pink-haired devil, but her thick skin let her all but ignore the fumbling attacks aimed at her. Even with her huge boobs jiggling around, they made too much to make for just a handful and kept the Bootey bitch from getting a real grip on her.

All Bonnie had to do was keep up her gradual offensive until she grabbed the smaller, squishy tits of the raver girl. She gasped as they were grabbed, but that turned into a shrill cry as Bonnie squeezed and pulled hard enough to lift her completely off the mats. The Bootey girl's feet kicked frantically at Bonnie's boobs and belly, but she just slammed her back down on the mats with a classic Bust Buster. It wasn't something that Annie could use with her limited brute strength, but it worked perfectly for the strong and steady types like Bonnie.

With the girl gasping and holding her tits, Bonnie dropped her crotch into hers. Even with both girls still in their panties, Bonnie's excess weight made her grinding powerful enough that the raver could feel her mound forcing her pussy lips apart. The flailing and cursing girl slapped and clawed at Bonnie's tits, but the bigger girl was clearly in control of the pace and angle of their tribbing. The challenger held out the full five minutes out of stubbornness, but it was an easy call when she broke her cursing to moan deeply through two orgasms.