Scuba Clash
Description: This is by far one of the most...exotic stories I have written up to date. Charonbond approached me with an idea of an underwater contest, where the divers participate in an elimination competition with one single catch: If you get touched by the blunt weapons of your adversary, or have your hose cut, you experience the mother of all orgasms. Though I normally don't write this type of stories, a futuristic deathmatch where the punishment for defeat is an orgasm seemed like something I wanted to try at least once in this life. Plus, the story has pretty good humor all things considered.
*Disclaimer: Read the description! If you feel this story is too...exotic for your tastes, then please don't say I haven't warned you. Hateful comments will be removed, and their authors blocked. *
Scuba clash(Commission for: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/charonbond/ )
This was it. Ground zero. A dank, tiny grotto fitted with strident neon lights that made his eyes water. His eyes shifted away from them, seeking relief in the grey fur of his teammate and companion, splotched with black dots of varying sizes.
Anora, a veteran who had made it into the finals of the previous editions of Scuba Clash, had the customary sleek constitution of a seal, lean but strong, with pleasant curves accentuating her perky bosom and nether mound. Jesse's crotch tingled, his meat pulsating to life, throbbing to awareness the longer he stared at Anora's bare femininity. Unlike his rigid self, she darted back and forth across their tiny chamber, checking her Scuba gear map and scrawling final annotations on the crumpled corners of her map. To do that, she had to bend forward over the desk, too impatient to sit into the chair. Jesse stifled a lewd gasp at her ripe blossom, her flesh so smooth, delicate and alluring.
"You might have come here to gawk at the contenders like a veritable pervert, but I'm here to win." Anora spun to face Jesse, her austere azure gaze pinning him on the spot. "What's your name again?"
"Jess--Jesse," the seal stuttered, lifting his eyes to match hers, trying his hardest to ignore her painfully visible breasts at the bottom of his vision.
"Here's the deal, Jesse. Scuba Clash is more than a tournament to me. It's a lifestyle. I have made it into the finals twice, and if you don't pull your weight..." she trailed off as she began to stroll towards him, one zig zaggy, provocative footstep at a time. Before Jesse had any time to react, her hand plunged into his balls, squeezing his eggs within an inch of hatching.
The brown seal gritted his teeth. Eyes screwed shut and unable to breathe, all he could do was listen to her placid, elaborate tone as she spoke her final warning to him.
"I'm going to let the weight of your sack drag you to the bottom of the sea. Comprende?"
"Si, si," Jesse whined, gasping in relief once her vise-like grip liberated his sensitive package. "I get it. You don't have to squeeze my balls to get your point across...bitch!"
Whether she heard him or not, Jesse couldn't tell. Anora returned to her desk, tracing her finger across the map, muttering strings of numbers to herself. What a whacko. No wonder the other three male seals declined the 'privilege' of working with her. Jesse should have had more foresight in this regard. If not one, not two, but THREE people forfeited their presence in the contest because of her, then the girl had serious issues!
"We have half an hour until the official start." Anora enabled the digital display of the timer, the red numbers reflected upon the jagged back wall of the grotto. "Get into your suit and waddle over to me so that I debrief you on our tactics. Sure, I'd prefer to just skewer you with a harpoon and go out there by myself, but rules are rules."
For somebody with such smooth and pleasant voice, she sure droned on like a broken robot. Jesse sighed and shuffled over to the messy pile his gear was. He first tried the wetsuit, a navy, overly tight and thin thing that molded over his body like a second skin. It took some wiggling around to strap it over his well sculpted body, the sleek fabric hiding nothing from view. His abs stood out just as much as his manhood.
"This is fucking ridiculous," Jesse exclaimed, giving Anora an incredulous look. "Are they for real?"
He didn't remember the previous divers to look so outlandishly flamboyant. Then again, Jesse hadn't paid much to the contest as a whole. He had a good aim with every weapon that shot something, and that motivated him enough to join Scuba Clash and earn some easy money.
"The public is a fickle thing mate," Anora said as she bundled her map on her way to her pile of gear. "Scuba Clash is a show, and these costumes--" she shrugged at her glossy, light grey one, "they have flair."
"Flair my ass," Jesse protested. "I look like a freaking condom."
"So does everybody, mate." With practiced dexterity and precision, she assembled almost her entire gear. Her mask accentuated the soft features of her face, those petite boots reminded Jesse just how small she was compared to him, and the gloves she slapped over her fingers filled him with brimming confidence that this woman knew what she was doing.
While they mutually helped each other with their air tanks, dive watches, regulators and utility belts that housed a variety of tools, Jesse made valiant efforts not to glance at her conspicuous, feminine crevice. She didn't tease him about his drooping cock and hanging balls, so he wished to offer her the same courtesy.
"Here." Anora seized Jesse's chin with a hand while the other fitted him with a slim headset equipped with a tiny but noticeable frontal camera. Jesse protested at first, but her finger jabbed straight into his face. "Don't lose that. We get bonus gear at the end of the round if the public likes our takedowns. Hold your wits steady and your head steadier as you film your opponents during their orgasmic throes, eh?"
As a fitting end to her pep talk, Anora blessed him with a light slap, giggling to herself. Jesse merely shook his head, grabbed his harpoon good and hefted it from side to side. It had a slim, elegant design, with only two shots.
"The previous Scuba Clash had their harpoon guns loaded with four shots," Jesse muttered to himself, apparently loud enough for Anora to overhear.
"This time you have two. The viewers, just like me, appreciate the melee more than cowardly sniping, so hold onto your shots."
An eerie chill clawed its way up Jesse's spine, poisoning his aloof attitude towards this competition, souring it into incapacitating fear. This...this was more real and difficult than he expected it to be. On the screen, it all came across like a pompous game blown out of proportion, but with the weight of the harpoon launcher in his hands came the crashing realization that Scuba Clash ultimately catered to its viewers. Nobody cared how hard or easy the contenders had it; the public simply wished to relish the thrill of the fight while the show's creator wished to capitalize on the feigned death throes of the participants. In ancient Rome, the people thirst for blood. These days, they craved for other juices, far more harmless and intimate.
This isn't a mere competition. It's a neo porno, Jesse realized, much to his dismay. He knew what happened upon defeat, and to a lesser degree, why it happened. What he had yet to acknowledge was the spectator's yearn--no, their need--for a spectacle. If that's how things were--if Jesse himself had to get up close and personal with the opponents on more than one occasion for a chance at bonus items for the next round, then he would bloody well do that.
"Okay, I'm done with the final preparations," Anora said, beckoning him over her table. "Scoot over, so that I can lay out my plans to my uninterested teammate."
"I'm not disinterested!" Jesse shot. "Just...new to this whole charade."
"Hah. Like I need you to tell me that." Anora shoved her fingers forward to adjust his hood before eying his member. "Why does every newbie pay more attention to how snug their dick rather than wear your suit right?"
"Fiiine," Jesse drawled, exasperated by her elitism. "Let's roll. Teach me the...thing."
Anora, as expected, added salt to the wound. She began with basics even children knew, such as the objectives of the competition. Four teams of divers started in three different areas: The Shimmerlight Plateau, the Forgotten Depths, and the Sunken Vale. Within these zones, the teams would compete against each other in monster challenges or rival battles. To put it short, you could win by scavenging for gear and slay the underwater beast--or beasts--specific to your starting zone, or go for the simpler but riskier task of eliminating your opponents.
"Shimmerlight Plateau has Goda, a spikeshell turtle, as its monster. The zone is huge and we've got 1 hour for this round, so we go for the other two teams."
"Three teams," Jesse corrected her, thus earning the back of her hand across his head.
"Two teams for round 1, after which we have the deathmatch to determine the winning team for their zone."
"Right, right," Jesse muttered, lifting his hopeful gaze to match hers. "So, who are we fighting?"
"Dogs, Cranes, Tigers."
"Yay for Anora's research!" Jesse cheered, clapping his hands enthusiastically and nodding his appreciation for Anora's elevated research. "Right on, seals!"
His female companion was less than impressed. She rolled her eyes, said, "I didn't research. I'm just listening to the presenter you sack of potatoes," and clicked the radio button on Jesse's headset, tilting her head in utter puzzlement at his lack of preparation.
"...can see the tension our divers are subjected to, ladies and gentleman," the presenter's squeaky voice rang in Jesse's ears. "Some diffuse it by looking plain dumb, like Jesse the seal. Others, like Dargrin the ocelot scratches his balls, but given how little they are, it might take him a while to find them."
Jesse chuckled inwardly. Stefan, the tanuki presenter, had a rather...captivating dialogue, and shameless to boot. Wait...did he mention his name? Jesse's eyes darted around, searching for the camera placed in their grotto without much success. Anora grabbed his chin, turning his head to a small pocket of space just above one of the neon lights.
"Only ten minutes left until Scuba Clash officially starts. Will Anora's finalist knowledge carry the seals into the final deathmatch? Or will her team be dragged down by the sheer weight of Jesse's plump sack? He's got the balls and his well-endowed dick, but is that all there is to our newbie contender?"
Jesse paled. Blood drained from his face as he looked at Anora for support, only to find a mocking glare and a nonchalant shrug.
I'll show her, he reassured himself. Once I skewer some of those who try to stab her shapely ass, she'll see me with different eyes.
He gulped down his apprehension and incertitude, then approached the drafting table, putting on his serious mask.
"Okay, so what's the battle plan?" He inquired, toning down the droning of Stefan to a minimum.
"The cranes will probably go for Goda. They are slow and awkward underwater, but they do have an excellent eye for hidden satchels, which they will undoubtedly grab."
"And what do these satchels contain?"
"Ever saw a Michael Bay movie?" Anora responded with a question to which Jesse nodded dumbly.
"There's your answer."
Jesse quirked an eyebrow. "Wait...are you telling me they have bazookas hidden away?"
"Why not? It's a mechanical turtle."
Oh, yeah. Right. Whatever. "So, we ambush the cranes when they fight Goda?"
"Nope. They will harpoon us both from a hundred meters. We gotta let some other team deal with them while we go for the either the dogs or the tigers."
"Aaaah, I know that look."
His companion stiffened, scratching at her neck and looking to the side guiltily. "What look? There is no look, you pampered novice."
"I say there is." To get his point across, Jesse jerked the harpoon gun, obtaining a satisfying cringe from Anora. "You don't like the prospect of being taken out from a distance, eh?"
"I don't like the prospect of some coward hidden behind some corral mound wait 40 minutes for me to swim by, just so that they can snipe me off. It fucking sucks mate!"
She made this more personal than Jesse expected, so he shifted the topic back to their game plan. "So we deal with either the tigers or the dogs."
"The tigers first. I don't need to know their names in order to guess where they will be, the cocky arseholes. We'll have a hazard in play, which I believe it'll be strong currents. That's what us seals can withstand, right partner?"
Her wink emboldened Jesse somewhat. He helped Anora pack everything and stuff the waterproof map into a hip pouch. Then, they both put on their detachable fins over their diving boots, equipped their breathing devices, checked the pressure gauge, then tested out the air flow. So far so good!
To cope with the nerves churning within his gut, Jesse cranked up the volume of the contest's radio higher, losing himself in the ridiculousness spewed by Stefan.
"Only two minutes left until the trap doors open and the divers are released into their respective zones. Shimmerlight Plateau is arguably the easiest area to compete in, with naught but kelp, corral, and more kelp. The Forgotten Depths will not remain such in the minds of the ones defeated there, I assure you, and the Sunken Vale is going to drag the mood of the teams to its bottom. At least the bunnies seem confident in their skills. I would too, if I had a map like theirs. It's dirtier than their wetsuits will be after they crap themselves at the sight of the special monster for that zone."
Jesse tapped his foot impatiently, his patience outmatched by his growing apprehension. One minute until they dove into the unknown. Fifty seconds until his and Anora's coordination would be put to the ultimate test. Thirty five seconds until the start of his career.
His body might tremble, and his heart might pound in his chest, but beyond the layer of irrational fear, Jesse knew he wanted this. He genuinely craved to be in the spotlight, to hear the cheer of the presenter when he scored a shot, or shake the hands of his fans, sign autographs, maybe even participate in an interview, shy and awkward as he was. Nothing quite compared to fame.
Not even money.
The sudden fall into the water roused him back to reality.
"And Scuba Clash is on!" Stefan yelled into his headset. "The tigers are off to a good start, flapping their fins faster than Jesse, who is a bloody seal, ladies and gentlemen!"
Anora's frown motivated Jesse to follow more than Stefan's comment.
"The otters of the Sunken Vale seem to go for the Echidnian Hydra--spoiler alert--while the bunnies are off to shed some blood. I'm sorry, seed. No, that's sexist. Juices! Sexual juices, dear spectators. It's what our contenders always leak if they are clumsy enough to get themselves in that most awkward position."
Jesse smiled to himself. Not at Stefan's bawdy commenting, but at the forest of kelp sprawling before them, blue in color, with radiant leaves that cast their eerie glow over the still ocean bedding. It sure looked pretty, but without sunlight to illuminate the plateau, everything around him and Anora was draped in shifting shadows.
"Let's get into the Azurelight Canyon," Anora urged through the communication device attached to her regulator. "We're sitting ducks out here, in the open."
"No we're not," Jesse differed. "Not even I can land a harpoon to a target moving through this shit."
"Well, I don't put too much faith in the words of a novice."
"After this round, you will."
Damn, that sounded good, and confident, and just a tad flirty? Either way, it stoked the ember of courage smoldering within Jesse's breast, making him feel more at ease with the outlandish landscape. Aside from the swishing leaves of the gigantic kelp, Scuba Clash added no wildlife into their underwater zones. There had been a huge outcry from the community about how fish distracted from the main course--that of erect dicks and pussies outlined on the tight neoprene fabric of the wetsuits. As such, they added the vegetation and some corral for the decorum, but not much else.
"We are five minutes into Scuba Clash and things are as uninteresting as they seem. Shimmerlight Plateau is a veritable--and quite poorly designed--labyrinth that needs to go away in the next edition of the contest. Seriously, it sucks. At least the Forgotten Depths bring back familiar memories. Remember that epic duel between Raastok the Hammer and Vincent the...hell, I forgot what he was. Anyway, those fierce combatants swept their daggers at each other tirelessly for a whole ten minutes, only to stab each other with their blunt daggers at the same time. The momentum carried them into each other, their cocks slammed together, spurting their humongous load into each other's belly. Rumor has it that when our team disentangled them, passed out as they were, they were still cumming!"
Down in the Azurelight Canyon, tall, jagged walls encased the seals into a tunnel overgrown with sea plants. The floor was littered with the customary glowing seagrass, and crooked coral formations reached out forward to block Jesse's advance. Anora took shelter behind a mound of dark reef, the light within the corral extinguished for some reason.
"We'll wait here until a team passes by or the zone's hazard hits."
Jesse nodded, readying his harpoon gun and lowering the volume on his radio.
"And it seems our first battle is underway! One of the raccoons speared a blind or stupid cheetah who swam past an arch in the Shadowvein Arches instead of going under it. Easy target there. May she cum bucketloads, the pretty, spindly thing. Even her writhing is adorable, which is probably why the great creators of the show cast her in the first place. And look at that payback from her partner! That harpoon sailed right into the raccoon's haunch, causing his cock to lurch to attention and squeeze every drop out of those little nuts. It's now cheetah vs a raccoon twice shorter than him. This is no duel, lovely viewers, as the female raccoon lunges forward for a decisive blow. The male cheetah rolls upwards, twisting his body around to catch the raccoon by her legs, and scoring a blow right into her nethers! That knife might be blunt, but it must have felt like a real hard-on against that dainty pussy. Wait--is he cutting her wetsuit? Ladies and gentleman, mr cheetah shreds the raccoon's wetsuit to pieces. I can't believe the viciousness--or the desire of that cat--too see those jiggly tits bouncing on the way to the surface. And that's how you make a show. Good game, cheetah."
"Dude turn that asshole off. Somebody's coming," Anora's voice shocked her companion to awareness.
"I heard that!" Stefan intervened. "And whoever you are, know that my asshole is quite safe in this seat, while yours will get rammed by a harpoon or a blunt dagger. Moving on, I believe..."
Jesse only now turned it off. He did not wish to miss the satisfaction of hearing Stefan publicly humiliate Anora. Not that she cared. Tucked behind her safe haven, she signaled Jesse over and pointed towards the other end of the Azurelight Canyon. At first, he didn't discern any movement other than the swishing algae, but soon enough, two lazily drifting forms appeared on the horizon, betrayed by the dapples of light cast by the scintillating leaves of the azure kelp.
The male seal took in a deep breath, propped his harpoon gun against a fossilized corral, and aimed.
Just before he took the shot, Anora squeezed his shoulder, the sudden pressure almost causing him to pull the trigger.
"Are you fucking nuts? I can take one out!"
"I know, but I don't want you to put the other one on guard and have my ass rammed by their harpoon just because of your trigger happy self."
Jesse gave her a quizzical look, at a loss of words.
In reply, Anora tapped his mask, gave him an okay sign...and left her cover! Jesse wanted to call out her stupid ploy from atop her lungs, but the first few seconds during which he gave her the benefit of doubt outlined her plan. She skulked through the curtain of twirling algae unseen, swimming past the dog duo and coming off right behind them.
Brilliant move! She remained tentatively behind them, draped by the darkening canyon, approaching the female who bore the harpoon gun slowly but surely. Once she literally hovered above her, Anora lashed out with her knife, swinging through the hose sprouting from the top of her air tank and disengaging with a backward flip from the explosion of bubbles that burst into existence.
Jesse took aim on the bewildered dog who frantically twisted and turned, impaling him in the shoulder blade with a shiny bolt of metal. Watching the two double over and flail their limbs uselessly from the orgasmic spasms overriding their senses gave Jesse a boner too. In the light blue brightness of the Azurelight Canyon, their juices stood out. The curly strands of dog semen blended into the faded wisps of female squirts shot by her puffed up folds, and none looked quite ready to stop surrendering their essence. As a dog who could maintain his orgasm up to ten minutes due to his blood engorged knot, the male's muscles tightened with blissful effort, his tight neoprene suit outlining the swells and ridges of his muscled body as accurately as it showed the swollen veins beribboning his twitching cock.
The canine pair floated to the surface thanks to the air left in their tanks, two whirling, squirming bodies leaving a trail of ivory tendrils in their wake. The male made the most significant contribution, his great load making Jesse's senses tingle and his cock tighten within its gaudy prison.
Damn...that must have been erotic as all hell for the ones watching this.
Anora didn't have time to savor her well-earned victory, for a vicious current shoved her rolling form forward. Shocked by the sudden shift in the speed of the water, Jesse turned the radio up. As expected, hazards entered into play, much to his chagrin.
"Oh man, what a bad time for hazards," Stefan complained as well. "I was ready to wank one off to the doggies but now I have to do commenting. Shoot...I hope you stay hard and happy, gentlemen. As for you ladies, may the tingles crawl through the areas that matter, hehe. But enough of that! We have shifting currents for Shimmerlight Plateau, cloudy waters for Forgotten Depths--though not of the ivory variety, sadly--and swarming jellyfish for Sunken Vale. I'd take the first two over the jellyfish any day. Hate those buggers."
Jesse was only half aware of what Stefan was saying. With Anora hurled from one side of the canyon to the other like a ping pong ball, he had to do something to help her. But what? He inspected his surroundings, noticing a smooth slab of stone that he could straddle. He crawled on top of it, squeezed his thighs around it, and reached out with a hand to grab Anora's outstretched hand, pulling her into their cozy little nook.
She might have been a bitch, but at least she nodded her gratitude. "We can't stay here. This trench is going to eat away at our remaining time faster than anything else."
Luckily, she had more than words to back up her statement. Through a narrow rift in the wall behind them, the two ascended back onto the Shimmerlight Plateau, where the brisk currents dimmed to barely bothersome tugs and pulls for two seals.
"Poor, unlucky cranes. Just when they discovered the bazooka, the currents swept away their loot. To make it worse, the tigers pounced upon their feathered asses, forcing them to give up their bird seed. Your crazy hair will be forever remembered."
"Quick, after me. I know where they are. Whaleridge barrier."
Jesse held tightly onto his gun with a hand while he desperately pulled himself forward with the other, flapping his leg fins frantically. With the currents to augment their sprint, the seals surged through the forest of kelp, until they came to a halt in front of a trench that began to pull them into its darkening depths.
Anora swam along it, pointing to the underwater mountains that formed the Whaleridge barrier. Far away from the Shimmerlight Plateau, its bleak, grey stone was kissed by the spears of light filtering through the clear waters. Too many caverns and holes littered its edges, making it a perfect ambush spot.
Jesse noticed a flash of orange at the edge on his vision. He spun on the spot, launching his last harpoon shot into that patch of strident color. As he did that, Anora was shoved backward by a bolt embedded into her gut, faint gurgles escaping her along with clouds of cum from her twitching nether lips.
Nothing had ever shocked or aroused Jesse so much, to see his companion incapacitated while orgasming with every fiber of her being.
The remaining tiger, a lithe female with overly generous curves, launched herself at Jesse, tilting her body horizontally for a frontal kick with both legs. Jesse swerved to the side, missing her arm by a hairsbreadth.
Damn! A melee fight? Really?! The tigress' lips stretched into a grin as she flashed her dual pair of daggers at him. It didn't take a genius to realize that Jesse was screwed. Unless...
We both have to go down, he thought in the spur of the moment, remembering what Anora said about two teams from each zone going into a deathmatch. The victor of the zone would be decided by the jury, which gave that team useful gear to carry into the deathmatch. But Jesse didn't have much flair not an impressive knowledge on close quarter combat.
What he had, however, was a camera that he adjusted to film the tigress' appetizing chest.
"Jesse, you devious eel. You know you will go down, but as a last thank you for your participation in the round, you bestow these beaaaaaaaaaaaaautiful hills of joy upon the humble viewers," Stefan said, greatly appreciating the way her taut nipples pressed against her wetsuit.
Enraged, the feline engaged Jesse into a blinding whirl of blunted steel, forcing the seal to zip around her with his increased speed. Every time he did that, he made sure to go behind her, underneath her, in every place he could in order to get shots of what made her such an attractive female. Her overly tight wetsuit clung so beautifully to her body, emphasizing her nether mound, thick lips and even her clit.
Stefan went absolutely crazy at that, his lewd whistle cutting through Jesse's focus for a precious second. Winded, he stumbled backward, too close for his fins to make a difference. He could kick her in the chest, but that predictable move would have her bury both daggers into his leg.
No. If he had to go down, then he will take her with him.
So, Jesse flung himself at her, shoving his blade against her gut while her twin daggers bit into his shoulders. The pain lasted but a fleeting moment before paralyzing bliss fettered his senses. He felt his balls convulse and twitch, emptying their load through his viciously throbbing cock. Each time his member pulsated, new and stronger jets lanced into the water through the fabric of his suit, the shape of his rock-hard erection molded into the neoprene.
_Fuck. I can't...stop....cumming..._he thought, eyes scrunched, teeth clenched upon each other from the too potent pleasure. Although every muscle in his body flared to refuse and his balls clenched in one last attempt to squeeze out their last remaining load, Jesse continued to ejaculate until his dick almost burned and his breath was spent.
Only then, did peaceful relief encase him in its pleasant slumber.