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Jesse dives back into Scuba Clash, only this time he's facing off against hundreds of opponents. Some are smarter than him. Other carry better equipment. Is Jesse's willpower enough to make him the hero of the contest? Read and find out!

***** Scuba Clash Unleashed*****

Jesse's neck felt like a snake wrapped around it every time he thought about the competition that lay ahead of him. To be there on the central podium watched by millions of other souls. To be cheered for. Appreciated in a way he'd never been by his perfectionistic family...that was the dream that brought him here to the opening games of Aqua Blast X, one of the largest events in the aquatic team games history. In about an hour Jesse would head out to a secret location accompanied by hundreds of other seals that made up his team.

And that made him terrified. He wasn't scared because of the equally numerous team he had to face off against, but because in one of those five hundred team mates, there would be one guy better than him. Hell, if at least a tenth of the team was made up of prodigies, his chances of basking in the glory of a well earned victory slimmed with every enemy speared by his harpoons.

Maybe I'll do nothing, Jesse figured as he stared absent mindedly at his locker. The voices of the other people went silent to his ears, almost insignificant to him when he focused on the aftermath of the battle. Yeah. I'll insert myself into a group of egg-heads, study their tactics, let them take one for the team, and when my time comes-

BANG!

Jesse cursed as his locker door got banged shut, forcing his feet to take him back into the hard pecs of a fellow seal.

"Hey, careful man. I don't swing that way y'know."

"Yeah, sorry bud," Jesse flipped the bird over to the orange-eyed seal that leaned over on his locker. "Mr Jackass here thinks he's funny. How about we forget this run-in and let me get my things?"

"Name's Chris lil' flaps," the muscular dude said. "And these are Troy and Doug." Two other seals joined their buddy, a brown and a grey male specifically. "You better get our names in that thick head'o'yours, cause out there things are gonna get hairy, and none of these goons are gonna stand up to a lil' man like you."

"Yeah?" Jesse gritted his jaws. When Chris opened his loud mouth again, Jesse grabbed him by his slimy neck and shoved the punk into the lockers. "Who you're calling little now kid? Not so wordy now without your butt-buddies stroking your cock eh?"

Two pairs of arms dragged Jesse back.

"I got this," the black seal said to his friends. "Let'im go."

"Yeah? What if I don't want to let you go?" Jesse planted a hand into his slimy neck. "Cause right now it's not the enemy that's giving me a hard time."

"Just came here to warn you, bro. Take it easy. We're on the same team."

Jesse took a few steps back to allow the smaller seal from adjusting his ruffled neoprene suit. He wore black, just like his skin color, with a golden eagle sketched on his chest.

"Warn me how, bro?" Jesse hissed.

Chris waved a sign to his gray buddy who went through the usual confusion phase that came along with divulging vital information to the enemy.

"Ah fine. Guess we're all on the same team now, huh?" Troy clasped his hands and looked down, probably to avoid the many stares from the other seals. "You've probably already heard the rumors so what the hell? We're facing off against Alex Hernandez."

Whispers started to travel between the small groups that formed between the seals.

"Alex who?"

"Hernandez. Dude, are you fo' real?" Chris said.

"Yeah I am. Who the fuck's that dickhead?" Jesse cocked his head. "No, lemme take a guess now, glasses. He's your boyfriend."

Chris chuckled, while the brown seal to his left -Doug, if he remembered correctly-just let out a deep sigh. Kind of like the usual nonverbal language for 'why are we wasting our time with stupid people?'

"You really don't know?" Troy asked

Jesse started feeling uncomfortable as the seals converged upon him, poking and prodding with their awful alpha humor until Chris stepped in to save his ass. Alex Hernandez, or Ace as swimmers referred him to, was the prodigal son of Marco Hernandez, owner of one of the largest conglomerates in the country. Jesse thought this Alex figure was nothing more than the usual spoiled kid armed to the teeth with the latest gadgets.

Then Troy started listing Alex's exploits. Youngest to win this shit, champion of that crap. Jesse didn't really pay attention to the guy's resume. No. He was more worried about his own ass if Alex was allowed to bring his own gear into the competition.

"Guess we'll see how far his father's spunk shoots when we get there," Chris went over to his locker, as did Jesse and the other seals. "C'mon. Suit up. We've got maybe ten minutes before the debrief. Last time I forgot my crotch pad my suit smelled of cum for a whole freakin week."

Amidst laughter and jokes, Jesse focused on getting into his gear. He first started with his navy colored neoprene suit, then followed up with the watch and the other important things. Whatever wasn't immediately needed went into the bag to join the guns and other utilities like the dive knife, lantern, pressure gauge and what not.

"Hey, gray boy." Chris called from behind. "Didn't really catch your name, but how about you roll with us? We can use another pair of eyes out there."

Join a team of jokesters, or find an actual pack of hunters?

"Yeah, why not?" Jesse's locker slammed shut. "It's gonna be fun watching you noobs get owned by that Hernandez figure."

"Only if you get in our way grey."

The four seals grabbed their bags and queued into the line. The waiting was a bit unnerving. Jesse kept pondering if he made the right choice up until his turn came to head out into the open. He squinted his eyes against the white sun that burned overhead and walked over the bridge into one of the twenty boats docked at the gearing station. He found himself a place near the side to watch how the central station got smaller and smaller until it became a dot on the horizon. They traveled for about three hours on the city's canals, then another four to the middle of god damn nowhere. Trees sprung from the islands like pubes on a man's crotch, an image that kept Jesse entertained against the monotony. Soon enough there were no islands to speak of. Just a huge mass of land that had to be traveled by wheels.

Night fell when Jesse finally arrived at the entrance of a big, primitive tent. Was this some sort of boot camp? Nobody knew for sure. Many seals even asked why they had to wear their diving suit if there was no diving, always getting the same reply from the staff.

The rules said so. What a bunch of useless garbage. Jesse gave the finger to the golden retriever that showed his group towards their tent.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole?"

"Do you have to ask?" Jesse shoved Chris inside. The tent's flaps closed, along with Jesse's hopes for a real bed. He actually had to spent the night inside the bowels of a stinking piece of cloth dressed as a freaking diver.

"I didn't sign up for this shit," he groaned when he realized just how hard the ground felt against his back. His team didn't seem to take it so bad. Troy the geek set up his own station near his 'bed' and Doug, the silent brown fellow carefully watched the timer on his stove make sure his tea came out properly.

"So's this going to be silentville or what?" Jesse slapped the wall of the tent to make as much noise as possible. "We need to think of tomorrow, bitches. Come up with a battle plan for-"

"A plan for what?" Chris rolled over onto his side to look at Jesse with skepticism. "The whole reason we're sleeping in the jungle is to prevent the exact same shit you're talking about. There'll be no plans dude."

"Oh so you got a better idea?" Jesse taunted.

"Yeah," Chris said. "We recharge our batteries and figure out the rest tomorrow."

Jesse remained unconvinced. "Glasses. Yo, glasses. Troy! How about you look away from your little book? I can use some help here."

"Sleep." The brown seal said instead, at which Jesse scoffed.

"Haven't asked you silentville. Sheesh...you guys really don't care if you lose. Fuck, I signed on the worst possible team. I've got a geek married to his book, a tea lover who's got into the role of acting mouthpiece, and an incompetent team leader who's best advice is to shut up. Great. I feel confident about this!"

Jesse had no idea if they even heard his rant. He went to bed angry, and woke up just the same. The sun wasn't even up when the staff took his team on a sightseeing trip. Jesse waddled through bushes and steep paths for what seemed like another half a day before they arrived at the lake where a single moderately dressed bear waited on the shore.

"Are all of them accounted for?" he asked the staff officer, who nodded his approval.

The bear took out his hand terminal -which to jesse it looked like a piece of glass- and with a couple of flicks and touches he unstealthed the long road to the platform standing right in the middle of the enormous lake.

The seals were awestruck. Not Jesse. He was too busy scratching his ass and cursing the many itches he suffered from.

"Follow me please, and try not to step over the side. Those who touch the water without my explicit approval are going to be instantly disqualified."

The seals slowly pored over the bridge, slowly painting the drab platform with their dark colors. Opposed to them waited their opponents; canines, felines, minks, lizards. Basically anything that wasn't a water loving species, all dressed in warm colors obvious against the cold blues, greens and blacks of the seals.

The bear kept count in silence, and when he reached five hundred on either side he called himself a levitating disk to float above the platform.

"Brave contestants!" his amplified voice washed over the lake like rolling thunder. "You all know what lays ahead of you, but it is my job to make sure that you're all properly prepared to handle the heat."

The bear went over the rules of the contest. Jesse already knew the basics. Score, and laugh at the contorting face of your opponent as their genitals twisted and spat inside their tight neoprene suit. Get poked, and suffer the same embarrassing fate. Though sharp weapons were allowed, the suits were tough enough to withstand any sort of slash or puncture, filled with sensors that translated the damage into mind-bending waves of pleasure.

Jesse was all clear on that. What took him by surprise was the sudden twist in the rules of elimination. Snipers from both teams roared their disappointment, but the bear had none of it, his amplified voice drowning their feeble squabbles into silence.

"I repeat. To fully eliminate your opponent, you must cut their hose or find a way to wrestle the breather from their mouths. Anything else is considered a stun move."

"Stun bullshit more like," Jesse leaned over to Chris. "You've never told me the team's perls." What are your noobs good at?"

"You'll see when the time comes, gray."

God, he hated to be called that. Jesse would've made a move if the bear didn't have eyes everywhere. The ursine babbled about further changes, like a fight zone that squeezed the area tighter overtime, kind of like a lasso wrapped around a bull's testicles. Though you couldn't be eliminated by merely staying outsize the zone, the nanobots or whatever the hell they used heated up the suit's sensors into an orgasm, then another, and another, an endless cycle of debilitating pleasure that made the unlucky plebs who found themselves outside the zone pass out.

The next rule was even crappier. The bags everyone carried here were to be left on the platform. Nobody was allowed to dive with any weapons. Instead, they had to salvage them from the lake's bottom. That even included oxygen kits. Jesse thought it unlikely to spend more than a few hours down there, but since the bear gave no indication of a deadline, Jesse figured the contest really was a fight to the last.

Luckily, that was the end of the draconic set of rules. The bear came down to the platform to wish everybody fortune in the battle to come, then assigned his staff to scan each contestant for hidden weapons and other irregularities. This was a simple, straightforward procedure if a certain black panther didn't get skipped.

"Hey. Did you see that?" Jesse pointed out towards the culprit.

"See what?" Chris shrugged. "Kinda normal to be anxious. We'll hit the water in about ten minutes."

"I'm not speaking about the clock dickhead," Jesse hissed. "That panther guy just got skipped."

"For good reason." A hand quickly covered his mouth

"Mrrrhhmmm. Leggghooom! Leghom! Let go!" Jesse managed to say before he got dragged away by his team, mouth covered until they were behind several lines of other seals.

"That's Alex Hernandez you little shit, and if you want to keep what's between your legs between your legs, you'd better keep that babbling mouth shut. Marco owns this whole station. He's invested billions into this contest. What'd you think his brat will do to you if you call him out?"

Jesse was well used to assholes. Intimidation had no effect on him. However, stranded on a platform, surrounded by literally hundreds of strangers, even he realized the futility of struggling. He'd probably land a few punches on Chris' empty head before security saw him, and revenge was not worth the price of exclusion from the games. Not now, at least.

He waited for the start of the games in complete silence, the only thing that brought him a measure of comfort laying in the gear he strapped upon his body. The mask was ready, the hose well connected, and the oxygen tanks A-ok.

Two minutes. Jesse put on his regulator, tidied up his mask and snorkel, then checked the integrity of his air supply. Everything seemed to be in order.

One minute. His team of noobs gathered around him to talk about what to do in the event of a malfunction. Jesse didn't give a shit. The water was all he cared about now.

"Alright everybody. Hunt well, and play fair. Let the Aqua Blast X games begin!"

Jesse climbed onto one of the flying disks that hovered near his position, flying east along with his team.

"Get ready to drop on my mark." Chris said. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One. MARK!"

The four seals pierced through the water's curtain.

"Timer's right. Air supply's tight. Com checks, com checks. Anybody got any problems?"

Chris got ok from all of his seals, including Jesse.

"A'ight, we'll head over to that crevasse. Might get a bit hairy down there so keep your eyes sharp for other looters. Doug, you're the spotter. Troy, you're in charge of our gear. That means you decide what we throw and what we keep. Dickhead, you know what your role is?"

"To kick ass and chew bubble gum?" Jesse said on a sarcastic voice.

"Great. Make sure you stick 'em in the hose. I want these assholes cumming in the water, not coming back for us. Y'all got that?"

Each member of the teem gave their approval. They continued their descent towards the crevasse when the first enemy was spotted.

"Red, two o'clock." Doug looked around like a hawk. "Hold on guys. I think we got more than one. Yeah. It's an entire team, coming all around us!"

"Shit," Chris cursed. "Pump your feet guys. We gotta get there before they do."

Jesse's heart raced like mad as his team made their way towards the crevasse. Enemies started springing from all around them, but so did a couple of friendlies. However, he knew it in his heart he couldn't rely on somebody to do the work for them, so Jesse kept his eyes fixed on the stone walls that parted around the hidden shelter of the lake. Chris lit up his flashlight, then Doug, Troy, and lastly Jesse.

"Knife!" came Chris' voice. "Spread out. I wanna make sure we loot every inch of this god damn place. Jesse, front. Doug, Troy, you take sides, and don't fucking look back unless we run into a wall."

Smart choice, to fight with better weapons. Jesse kicked his legs as hard and fast as he could, pushing through the water with both of his hands. The flashlight mounted on his head gave only a straight beam, so he dug out a lighting stick to inspect the walls.

"Found a flashbang!" Jesse grabbed onto the grenade that refused to budge. "F-fuck, it's stuck. Help me!"

"We ain't got time for this shit!" Chris shouted angrily. "Move move move! We'll get it after we nail these furry fuckers."

Jesse muttered curse after curse. The crevasse started to widen, which gave the team a harder time to search. For about ten minutes they came up with nothing until a wall rose ahead of them.

"Great. A dead end. Wait," Jesse threw his blue stick ahead. "There's something in there. It's a fockin' harpoon!"

"Guys, our friends are almost on our tail. You better do something quick!" Doug said.

Jesse lunged towards the harpoon. He squatted above the weapon, tucked one bolt into the mechanical beast's mouth, then took aim at the four approaching enemy divers.

"Say goodnight, fuzzy friends!" Jesse said, then slammed his fingers into the firing button. The first bolt took a diver straight in the stomach, pushing the unfortunate victim back through the water and leaving milky strings in his wake.

"Again!" Chris shouted.

Jesse shot a second diver. Then a third. "I'm out of bolts!"

"Then fucking come with me and cut their gorram hoses!"

Jesse took the harpoon gun with him, but the last dog already turned around to flee.

"HEY!" Jesse screamed.

The dog looked over his shoulder to see the harpoon gun fly straight at his head. It made contact with his muzzle so hard it forced the canine to spit his regulator out, knocking him out of the competition instantly.

"H-holy crap! Did you see that? Tell me you've seen that!" Jesse laughed while he swam to one of the knocked out divers. "Oh look a'this boys. Feline. How much do you wanna beat she'll cream for me?"

"Finish her off you goon."

"Not yet, amigo. I want to look into her eyes before-"

"She's waking up you fucking moron!"

Jesse pushed himself against the drowsy lioness, driving her into the wall. She winced, her green eyes full of fear.

"Sorry love, but you're on the wrong side of the sea," Jesse grabbed her hose with one hand, procured his knife with the other, then ran the sharp blade back and forth along the hose until bubbles started to escape through the gap.

"Huuunfffff!" the lioness' face contorted with the first signs of orgasmic pleasure. As Jesse continued to cut through her vital air supply, her muzzle wrinkled further and further, until she gave out a scream of ecstasy at the same time as the hose snapped in half.

Jesse moved his hand under her cunt to feel the warm currents of her femcum filter through her neoprene suit. It was a beautiful sight, to see somebody experience such immense pleasure in defeat.

"She done?"

Jesse almost had a hard time hearing that with the feel of feline cum still tingling his fingers. "Yeah. Fuck she probably had a double one. You?"

"Got a load of cat jizz that's gonna stain my gloves forever. Let's loot these guys up, check the place again, then head back to that flashbang of yours."

Jesse retrieved his bolts, then found two more hidden in the nooks. He stashed them in his gear bag along with the flashbang he wrestled from the cavern's bosom and two daggers he looted from the enemy team.

"So guys, how about we give this team a name? We drew first blood without a single loss on our side."

"You gettin' soft on us, Jess?" Chris chuckled.

"C'mon man, we took down our first group. Doesn't that sound like the Omega Pwnerz to you?"

"You do know omegas are the bottom bitches right?"

"Nope. Not in my lake. Ok fine. How about Furzowned?"

"Fur zoned? You a fur lover by any chance?"

"I said owned, you dimwit. Honestly how comes you're the captain of this silent lot? I should be leading the team."

"Puttin' that big mouth of yours to work today, Jess. How about less words more action? There's hundreds of these bozos out there. You really think Furzowned can stand a chance against Hernandez?"

"I'll make that little cuntboy squeal like the first time he spurted spunk out of his little cock."

Morale was high, but so was the desire to win, and the team kept their eyes peeled for threats on their way to the next looting spot. The plan was to arm themselves to the teeth and find a defensible position to wait the battle out. The crevasse was a good place to turtle up, but if they lingered there, they ran into the risk of being starved out of resources and ultimately defeated.

Much to his delight, Jesse got the chance to use his harpoon on three more divers, every kill rewarding him with extra loot as well as harpoon bolts.

"Ugh, I think this one's still cumming," Jesse grabbed onto the lizard's gear pouch without paying too much attention to the cloud of thick, coagulated semen that formed between the scaly male's legs.

"Fuck man, that looks thicker than my grandma's sourcream. How long do you figure he kept the hose plugged?"

"Weeks, months? Can be a virgin for all I know."

"Enemies five o'clock!" Doug pointed desperately towards the ridge ahead where a sizable group of reds advanced on Jesse's location.

"Fuck they saw us. Wha'd hell do we do?"

"The crevasse!" Chris shouted. "We'll ambush them at the entrance. Move move move!"

Jesse never believed his heart could beat so fast. Chris shouted battle plans in their ears all the way to the crevasse's entrance, where they arranged themselves in a star formation with Jesse at the rear. His role was to shoot the living hell out of everybody, and if the situation got bad, use the flashbang to cover their escape. Everything from the number of harpoon bolts to the dozen or so scenarios that could happen was covered, but that didn't take into account luck.

Jesse aimed his harpoon gun at the mouth of the cavern, ready to squeeze the trigger and shoot down his first enemy when something black and tiny ventured into their midst.

"Flashbrraaaaaahhhh!" Chris' shout was quickly dwarfed by the screams coming from the rest of his team.

The intense flash of light made Jesse's eyes water up even when he closed them shut. Missiles shot towards them; Jesse could hear the water split around as they missed him by centimeters. Chris barked orders in their helmets; orders that mixed with groans, screams, yells into an amalgamation of nonsense that hurt as much as that damned grenade.

Jesse blinked his eyes open. Everything was distorted. Silhouettes swimming through a haze of light that felt like needles pressing into his eyes.

"F-fuck, they're coming. Fuck fuck fuck!" Jesse fired bolt after bolt from his harpoon gun until his gear bag stood empty.

"Did I get them? Fucking tell me something."

"Troy's down." Chris sounded desperate. "Doug? Doug, answer to me man!"

Jesse could barely make sense of the situation. He blinked a second, then a third time. His eyes flashed with bright colors as his pupils tried to make sense of the chromatic shock that overloaded their sensors.

"Shoot them Jess." Chris barked. "No no no, they're coming straight towards us! Swim the fuck raaaaaah they got me. Fuuuuuuck they're on my freaking ass!"

Jesse whirled around, his heart skipping a beat when two blurry shapes launched themselves towards Chris using torpedo leapers. Bubbles of air climbed their way out of the black seal's ruptured hose, his vivid screams a horror show for the sole survivor. Jesse had no need to see much when the seal's orgasmic screams blared into his com device.

He blinked again, then again and again, and with each millisecond of pause the two assailants that finished off Chris drew ever closer.

Fuck, I'm dead. Was Jesse's first thought. He couldn't freeze up. Not now. Not if he wanted to win.

So he grabbed his gun with both hands and rammed his enemy in the gut. The blunt force of the impact triggered the suit's pleasure sensors, and the bear immediately curled into a fetus position, his trembling fingers grabbing onto the snakes of semen spurted out by his spasming cock. One diver split apart from the group to care for the bear -as the only way to eliminate an enemy was to either cut through the hose or plug the regulator out of their mouth-

Jesse thought himself lucky.

Then he turned towards the mouth of the cave where two reds took him in their sights. A harpoon and two nail guns. This was going to be so fun...

The harpoon's bolt registered first, a chest shot that would've punctured Jesse straight through the heart if this wasn't a contest. However, since that wasn't the case, all the pain he would've suffered transferred into surges of delight that traveled into his crotch from every part of his body.

His cock spasmed once. Hot blood traveled along his bloating shaft alongside ridiculous amounts of semen. Jesse gritted his teeth against the scream threatening to tear out his throat when the nail guns started pelting his suit with a rain of iron and pleasure. Curling like a fetus in a silly attempt to protect himself, Jesse held onto his penis with both hands to feel the heat of his own cum pass through his clenched, trembling fingers. His balls heaved with every shot, pumping load after load into the burping shaft that spat out a dozen milky snakes into the water.

If that wasn't enough, the enemy divers grabbed onto his arms, holding him prisoner for what Jesse figured it was their boss, a german shepherd that had the most devious of smiles painted over his face.

"Wha'd you think, esse?" Jesse winced when the dog's fingers dug into his soft, spent balls. "You wanna go for another round? Boys! This one's still has spirit. Take him for another round!"

"Nrrraaaaaaahhhh!" Jesse's features contorted as if he was a prisoner tortured for the first time. Only that his torture did not come in the form of torn ligaments, lashes, or cuts. The divers poked him with their daggers all over, taking him in the chest, in the armpits, in the legs, even between them, where his penis spasmed like a beast trying to break from its fetters. Jesse couldn't hope to handle such intense bliss. Not so soon after he already spurted his load once.

"You like this, carbon?" the shepherd squeezed his member so tight the cum had nowhere to go but back inside the hole it came from. "Yes, cum for me boy. First we'll empty your jewels, then we take ya gear, when we done with you, split the hose in half. Wha'd ya think o'this, boy? That a yes?"

"Muuuurrrghhhh!" Jesse groaned as the spasms became seething agony. His cock just didn't have anything more to give, but the suit cared not for the body's limitations. It overdosed Jesse with so much pleasure his grip on the waking world lessened with each thundering heartbeat.

"Oy that's enough boys. Give'im a little breather. We want him to be awake for the last round eh?"

The three other furries nodded enthusiastically. They moved around Jesse to get a good view of his exposed hose, and the two daggers that kissed it.

"N-no. Please...huuuuurrrrhhhh ngghhhh!"

"What that, boy?" The shepherd grabbed his balls tighter, forcing Jesse's words into a mumbling slur. "You wanna cum again?" he picked his head up. "He wants ta cum again boys! Off with his hose."

The blades moved over the hose like a cunt would swallow his penis, a soft, sensitive thing that had no hope of defending itself. Jesse closed his eyes. There was no fight left in him. Not after three consecutive orgasms. In a way, he wanted that damned hose cut if only to be rid of these assholes.

Jesse closed his eyes...

Then the waters lit up around him. He felt the grip of the enemies recede, followed by whimpers, roars and screams of pure ecstasy.

Jesse opened his eyes. A diver in a black suit swam towards him, and behind, five others wearing dark green, blue, and purple.

They were all seals; friendlies that came to his rescue.

"You alright kid?" the black suit checked on his hose. "It's grazed, but you'll live."

"Who...who are you?" Jesse managed to ask.

"That a serious question?" The seal waved his team mates to strip the enemies off their gear. "We're the cavalry, kid. And by the looks of it we arrived just in the nick o'time."

"Thanks...though I was a goner." Jesse mumbled.

"We'll see what you're worth in a bit."

The black suited seal pushed himself towards the bottom of the crevasse. His team mates took everything they found, including Jesse's gear, along with everything his fallen team mates carried.

"So that's how it is? You're just going to make off with all our hard work, huh?"

"Hard work?" the black suited seal pushed the unconscious shepherd into Jesse. "Here's how your hard work looks like. We've found you moping like a little bitch with your squad floating around like a bunch of useless turds. What's in it for me if I let you tag along?"

Jesse couldn't believe the nerve on this guy. "Dude, I nailed five of these reds. Just because you stabbed them in the back that doesn't make you the next prodigy. Any asshole can do that."

"You calling me a fake, kid?" the black suit shoved the shepherd away so he could slam Jesse into the stone wall. "I've been at this since you were spunk in your daddy's balls, years before he even spurted you inside your mother. Tell me your exploits."

"Uhm...I-I, yeah I-"

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

When the seal turned around, Jesse grabbed onto the asshole's air tank. "We're not done here dickhead!"

"Yeah?" the elbow Jesse took in the face reactivated the suit's pleasure sensors, flaring the painful ache that dominated his crotch. With a hand rammed into his neck and another onto his regulator, Jesse realized how exposed he truly was, for a seal could unplug him just as easily as a furry.

"You look done to me, kid. Stay out of our way, or that graze in your hose might just become a proper hole."

"Please..."

"What's that?" the seal approached his head.

"I can be useful. Just give me a chance instead of busting my balls, man."

The asshole pulled his hands back. He seemed to consider his choices even if Jesse knew for sure he gave no crap about him or his team mates.

"Alright, what are you good at?"

"Sniping. And close range."

"One or the other? You gotta be more specific with me, kid."

"Sniping. Give me my gun and I'll keep your ass covered."

"Fair deal, except we already got two snipers. Fred there in the green dragon suit got fifty three kills this season, so I sure as hell won't replace him with a whiny, mumbling, cum-wearing kid who can't decide on what spot to fill in my team."

"Spot. Spotter! An extra pair of eyes don't hurt."

The team leader looked over his five mates, then shoved his finger in Jesse's face.

"You better watch our backs as well as you cum. Oh and there's one more thing. You get in my way, and you'll see that hose of yours snap in half. Got it?"

"Loud and clear, chief. I wanna win this as much as you do."

He laughed at that, then swam over to his team with Jesse at the rear. He might've been this team's ass for now, but anything was better than swimming solo. Trevor Miller -as the asshole properly introduced himself on the way to his hideout- already had his game plan figured out. Bunker up, wait for the fight to die down, then swim with the zone until the lake narrowed down their final confrontation. It was a good plan if one could ignore the utter boredom of sitting in a cramped cave. Each team member had their own way of dealing with it. For Jesse, it was counting the bubbles that rolled up towards the top of the cave every time his pals breathed.

This blows, he tapped his clock to see he had twenty hours of oxygen left. There's no way we can just waste away here for twenty more hours. But what else can I do? Mr Douchebag's itching for an excuse to get his hands on my hose. Fuck!

"Hey. New guy. We're going on a little scav mission. Boss' orders. Keep your eyes sharp, yah?"

Jesse mumbled his approval. He liked Arnold more than the rest, a bunch of silent creeps that only talked business. As the team swam around in search of gear, Jesse deliberately remained behind to warn them of enemy spotters. For a while, he forgot his role as the ass of the team and just enjoyed being useful...

That was until they retreated in their little cave for more delicious waiting.

"How many we found?"

"Thirty six, all looted. We're not the only ones turtling around here boss."

"Same goes for them. The moment the zone comes biting our asses this lake's going to explode into chaos. Kid. Scoot over here."

Jesse did.

"Saw anyone out there? Any sign of misplaced gear, part of a hose, maybe a broken regulator?"

"Nah. Water's cleaner than my ass."

"Figured," Trevor opened up his digital map. It offered accurate representation of the geography of the lake along with timer for the restrictive zone.

"Thirty minutes till the first push. We should assume the other turtles have at least two harpoons which is gonna make a direct push a risky affair. What do you think team?"

The seals all nodded their heads in agreement.

"A'ight, we'll let the zone flush them out then. Gary, Stu, you've been hit once so you'll stay at the head. Me and the rest of the team are going to remain inside the zone and pick off any stragglers that go for our ass. Sounds good?'

The seals approved. All apart from Jesse.

"What's the holdup, kid?"

"Nothing. It's just that I've been stung three times so I don't know what the wall will do to me after-"

"You'll do fine," Trevor pat him on the head as if he was a dog. "Any other questions?"

None were given, so Jesse retreated back to his lonely place in the ass-crack of the cave to tinker with his watch up until the purple suit came to him.

"Jesse, right?"

"Soon to be epic looser. What's up purples? Came to cheer me up? Cause none of this we need you crap's gonna work on me now. I've seen the way you all look at me, but I took down five of those furry bastards before Mr Jackass swooped in!"

The purple seal swam up to the wall, then relaxed against it. "Got that out of your system?"

"Yeah," Jesse sighed. "So what's his deal? You're all very professional about everything, but big boss acts like he's got a carrot up his arse."

"Mighty fine story to pick on, Jesse."

"We have time." He added.

"Well, not if you're Trevor. He's been in these contests before he even knew what the dick's for. Won some, lost more, there's really a lot to talk about his career, but what made him...overly focused on his goal was last year's Blasters."

"Lemme guess. He got drunk on his victory."

"Not exactly. Trevor was the last man standing. He's bested about a fifth of the contestants, and that amount of kills in a free for all match is like an orgasm for the audience. Everyone expected Trevor to emerge as the champion, until Marco Hernandez found a loop in the system. Yep. Trevor held on to that trophy for less than five seconds before the coppers got him. Lifetime ban. It shriveled his heart for four months, then the public's outcry became too loud to ignore. Marco had no chance but throw all of his cards on the table."

"Alex? That's why he's here? To prove a point?"

"And defend his father's honor. A lie caught on the lips of a politician feels worse than a kick to the balls, and Trevor wants to be the boot that smashes Hernandez's little eggs. We have a fair shot at winning with so many newbs registering this season, so do your best to get over Trevor's speeches and fight with us unless you want to see furry feet on the podium."

The two seals shook hands after they finished their dialogue. To Jesse, that was more than a pleasantry. For the first time since he joined Trevor's squad, he felt like he was seen. Like, in a strange sort of way, he mattered. From then on, he promised to himself to do his best, a test that first came in the shape of the restricting field. Together with Zack the purple suit wearing seal, Jesse endured the painful ascent into an orgasm and pointed out enemies one after the other for Zack to shoot down. At the end of the first round, his cock was a dribbling mess of precum, but by the sheer bliss of fortune, his balls managed to keep their cum where it belonged.

"You did great mate," he received a pat on his back from Zack. Then the other seals came to offer him the same sign of respect.

"Good job, kid." Trevor himself came to shake Jesse's hand. "Maybe I was wrong about you. Old seal like me is wrong about lotsa things nowadays."

"Not about winning though. We're going to fill this lake with furry cum, and maybe offer you a one on one interview with that fucker Hernandez."

Trevor frowned. "You know about him?"

"I told him," Zack said. "Figured he was in need of a good pep talk."

"Well, whatever it was it worked. Keep it up team. We're far from done here."

Trevor wasn't lying. He pushed his team for hours, fending threats and dishing equal amount of punishment. Victory seemed to be within reach until the zone restricted them to a flat plateau where algae and sea life were the only form of cover. It was impossible to hide. They didn't try it, and the enemy saw no need either.

"Suck my feline cock, the relic made it to the last round." Alex, a young pompous son of panther said as he organized his team in a wall formation. There were seven of them. Eight counting Alex, all geared up with laser-guided harpoons and top of the line tech.

Jesse had to admit. For all the hatred he harbored for Alex, he was afraid to face off against superior equipment.

"How does it feel to feast your eyes on the finest of us, seal?" Alex sneered. "I bet you're crapping your tattered suit."

"And I bet you have no cum left in your nuts after hugging that zone."

Aleks muzzle contorted into a snarl. There was no way he could dance around that. Everyone heard his whimpers as he struggled to race against the restrictive zone.

"Still the same big talker. It'll be fun to put you on your knees like my father before me."

Trevor chuckled. "You'd better not miss, runt. Your foul play has been forgotten, but never forgiven."

Right after he spoke his piece, he gave the sign for an all-out attack. Harpoons flew from both sides along with aimed daggers, needles, and other ranged missiles. Those capable of shooting back returned the fire, while close combat fighters swam in erratic patterns towards the enemy line. There was no need for tactics this time around. It was seal against furry in the simplest, mindless form of combat known to their kind.

"Cover me!" Jesse shouted to Zack, who dropped his harpoon launcher to pull up two needle guns, pelting two of Alex's dogs with a rain of pleasure. Jesse swam just underneath the hail of projectiles to avoid getting hit, stabbing the feet of his stunned foes. The dogs writhed in pleasure, but the volcano erupted when Jesse ripped the regulators from their mouths at the same time, bestowing the most potent form of orgasm upon the two Labradors. The twins hugged each other then gave in to their humping instinct as cum burst out from the sides of their crotch guards

Zack gave the ok sign, then pointed towards Alex.

He's mine, Jesse thought right before something sharp took him in the ribs. The lion left the spear where it was, then pulled out a dagger from his gear pouch to swing for Jesse's hose.

With a titanic effort, Jesse fought through the spasms of his cock and managed to wrestle with the lion's burly arm. The feline was strong, and fast. He landed two punches in Jesse's gut, his cock growing more tense, more desperate to spill its seed. Jesse figured he had no way to beat the lion in physical combat, so he let the dagger graze his hose and bite into his shoulder. A sharp, intense orgasm drew the cum out of his cock, but the lion exposed his neck, and that was all Jesse needed to snap the feline's hose in two with his own dagger.

"Jesse...Trevor's...pinned down. Save him..."

It was Zack's voice. The seal pointed towards the lake bed where Trevor fought hard to keep daggers and hands away from his precious regulator. Jesse wanted to ask Zack to come with him, but he was robbed of such chance when a red swimmer severed the hose from behind. Zack's eyes rolled on the back of his head as cum flowed from his cock and air from his ruptured hose.

Noooo, Zack. God fucking damn it, Jesse pumped his hand around his cock to relieve his aches as he swam towards the two reds. I'll make you pay, you bastards. I'll make you pay!

"Hey, amigo," a voice said from behind which froze the blood in Jesse's veins. Alex. Alex had a hold on his hose. "Old man's just a bait. It's you we want. See?" the bastard pointed out all of Jesse's fallen comrades. "I've ordered my guys to keep Trevor busy while we took you out one by one. I want him to see his precious team crumble like his dreams before I stick him in the hose."

"Fuck...you," Jesse hissed.

"No, amigo. Fuck you," Alex's dagger pierced into Jesse's hose to unleash a hurricane of pleasure that threatened to subdue all of his senses. From the way his pelvic muscles contracted he figured he had about five seconds before he meanest, longest orgasm washed over him. Five seconds he could use.

Alex didn't saw the elbow that took him in the gut. He didn't expect his hose-pierced prey to wriggle out of his grasp. Jesse grabbed onto the panther's wrist, twisted it hard enough to make the dagger fall, then whirled around, grabbed the dagger mid-air, and stuck it into the bastard's neck to watch the horror in his eyes for one long, precious second before Alex got his regulator ripped from his mouth.

He screamed in ecstasy...

And so did Jesse whose eyelids shuddered from the sheer potency of the orgasm. Though he felt his vision darken, he managed to rotate around just in time to see Trevor turn the table on Alex's last goons.

"Good job...asshole," were Jesse's last words before he let his senses drown in the pool of bliss that cascaded over his body.

** ***The End*****

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