Your girlfriend

Scrolling through a list of very intimidating opponents and seeing clip reels of some very horrifying albeit erotic stakes, you stop at the picture of a very familiar brunette from the back, her ample bottom on full display in a shiny leotard. You know you've seen that ass before, but where? You scroll down through her "Victory Clips" and find a few videos of her foot elegantly perched on her opponent's chest, a few more in classic schoolgirl pins, and then finally one photo of her flexing while trapping another streamer in a reverse facesit while a stream of 'L's flood chat.

Seeing his face completely devoured by her round ass, you suddenly have a flashback to the last time you "wrestled" and ended up in a similar position: with your girlfriend, Casey!

The two of you were flirtfully playfighting, and before you knew it she had you on your back. You vividly remember her smiling smugly and mouthing the words "I win." before plopping her behind on your face and wiggling her hips. You thought nothing of it at the time, and you couldn't exactly complain about your girlfriend sitting on your face.

Moving over to the "Recent Streams" tab confirms it. You see the face of your girlfriend, who you've been living with for nearly a year now, as she gets ready to pulverize another victim. Checking "Record" reveals she's won a total of fifty-four matches, while only losing three.

You don't like those chances, but you can't lose to your own girlfriend, can you? Reluctantly, you send her a match request and wait while you scroll and stare at the pictures of her ass. A few minutes later, you're jolted out of your trance by your girlfriend opening the bedroom door with a bemused smile on her face.

"So this is why you're hiding in the bedroom?" She asks coyly.

"S-so it is you." You say. "Why didn't you tell me you were a fighter on FetFight?"

"Yeah well, I didn't want you to feel bad, but... I only started doing it for the money. Your job isn't exactly paying the bills..."

"That's why I'm doing it! If I can get to a million followers I'll get Champion status and we can both quit our jobs-"

"Whoa, slow down, Sam. Remember what happened when we were playfighting a few weeks ago?"

The memory of your face enclosed in the damp, sweaty darkness of her ass flashes in your head, and you remember how long you were under there.

"Yeah but that was just playing around, I-I wanted you to win, and besides we weren't fighting for stakes and-"

Casey cuts you off again. "Exactly. And if you lost you'll have to sniff some stranger's feet, or give them head, or anything else in front of hundreds or thousands of people! I don't wanna see you go through that."

"But you do it."

"Yeah, but I can fight," she says with another coy smirk.

"I can fight!" You protest, your voice cracking at the most inopportune moment.

Casey puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head while still smiling. Without another word, she throws off her tank top and unbuttons her denim shorts, revealing a hot pink thong and black pushup bra. Transfixed by the sudden stripping, you can't react fast enough to stop her from pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, lightly pinning your hands above your head while her coy smile turns into a devilish grin.

"Oh yeah? Then prove it."