You play a few more games

“How about we decide it on Blackjack?”

“Why does it have to be card games? I am horrible at them! Why can't people bet on my running or swimming speed, instead?”

“Sooo… you don't want to play?”

“I will try my best. Come at me, card games! I will win even though I hate you, and you know I hate you. Alright, let's deal those cards!”

You untie Steph to let her come aboard. She sits cross-legged on the other side of the seat, one arm always folded across her curvy chest. Although you can see her puffy pink nipples poking in between her fingers, you decide to keep this fact to yourself.

You deal the cards, and Steph gets a King and a seven. “Do you want another card?”

Stephanie gulps and taps her fingers. “I think I will need one more. Come at me, blackjack, you little monster! I will show you who's boss!”

You flip a card, it's an eight. Stephanie lost again. “Ready for the next round?”

With another loud gulp, Stephanie is losing the little nerves she had left. “That was a close one! I guess I got a little over-confident.” You flip the cards, and she gets a six and a ten but decides to stop.

Now it's your turn, you draw two Queens. You win again!

Stephanie's face is frozen in shock for half a minute before she finds the courage to speak. “I guess fate is like that. Let's play another game! Just don't make me play something that involves card games again, I beg you.”

“Fine, a final bet to decide it all. If you can drag this carriage back to the castle in fifteen minutes, you win. Plus, I'll give you back everything I won today. But if you lose, you'll have to be my pet for two weeks.”

“A-a-all or nothing, hmm? I don't like that. But I dislike this even more... Fine, I accept the challenge. Let's go, mister carriage!” Stephanie jumps down, her chest jiggling up and then down as she lands on the dirt road. She puts the reins back on and pushes with every ounce of energy she has.

Her high-pitched grunting becomes somewhat rhythmic. “This is heavier than I thought... Oh come on, the hill is too steep. But I can see the castle over there... I have to keep going...”

“Well, at least it can't get any worse.” As you say that, lighting illuminates the sky above you, and rain pours down on the forest. “I swear I didn’t plan that to happen,” you say, truthfully.

“It's raining? Argh! This is ****! Oh, my feet are soaking wet. I hate rainy days.” Steph sighs, but she resolutely carries on. “I don't like how my hair feels either... No, I need to keep going! I only have a few minutes left!”

“Yeah, you go girl!”