“So it’s down to us to close out the first round of competition,” Amelia adjusted her glasses, “Mickey Minnie… or should I refer to you by your E-Girl persona Hotcake underscore SuperStack?”
“The underscore is silent,” the gamer girl explained, “it’s a common mistake. You sure you wanna play against a professional games streamer in her element?”
“Please,” Amelia giggled, “I’ve watched enough of your streams in the background while alphabetizing my resumé to know that people watch your streams for you and your impossible boobs, not your skills. I think I can hold my own against you. I’ve never told anyone this, but I play Tetris every night before bed.”
“Hey! That’s one of the three games in the triathlon I prepared,” Mickey grinned, “Oh, and didja halfta bring up my chest? I know it’s over large for someone as short as me, but I’m confident enough with my body to not rely on my chest to get popular! If that makes sense… That’s besides the point! I pride myself on being the gamer girl of your dreams, and that means that I am competitively good at games!”
“In that case, enough grandstanding,” Amelia smiled, “Game on!”
A cinema sized screen appeared before the girls, the game show’s logo showing on it. The girls picked up their cat girl controllers (provided by the show and excited to be used) as the host explained the rules.
“Today’s video game triathlon is a trio of Nintendo Classics! First, you will race to complete a custom super difficult Super Mario Maker course we created just for the show. Next, you’ll go behind the wheel and face off in a game of Cruisin’ Blast! Finally, you’ll scramble for the high score against falling tetriminos in Vs Tetris! Are you girls ready to play? LET THE GAMES BEGIN!”
The Mario Maker course came on screen as the competition began. It was a course designed to utilize every single kaizo trick in the book.
“I hate kaizo levels so much,” Mickey groaned.
“Jeezus! You can make Mario do these things?!” Amelia cried, “My fingers feel like pretzels!”
Mickey ended up taking the Mario round. Next came the racing portion of the challenge.
“Something tells me you don’t play arcade racers so often,” Amelia grinned.
“Gah! Why aren’t there any power-ups in this?” Mickey wailed, “Take me back to Mario Kart!”
Finally, it was Tetris time after Amelia won the second game. Both girls seemed equally good at the game. They were practically neck and neck until the pieces started dropping faster than Amelia could react. Mickey’s tiny fingers were like an indecipherable blur. Finally, Mickey won the triathlon. Amelia feel over backwards, exhausted from how competitive she’d gotten.
“Good game, Amelia,” Mickey held out her hand to pick up her opponent. She gave a small thanks as she grabbed the shortstack’s hand. In a flash of light she was reformed into a bright purple gaming chair that resembled a nude, busty cat girl.
“Ooh! I get to be Master’s gaming chair if she wins!” Amelia thought. She couldn’t wait to get sat on by her new big titty owner.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host declared, “this concludes Round One of our exciting tournament! We’ll be back with Round 2 after a word from our sponsors! Stay tuned!”