Part 2

Finally, it was the big moment, Mitzi and Mai crossed from opposite ends of the stadium for the traditional sportsmanship handshake. They exchanged pleasantries and a few snarky remarks for the cameras hovering from the drones flying overhead. One flew close behind Mitzi, its operator clearly getting a shot of her ass not covered at all by her g-string swimwear. She subtly pulled at one of her cheeks to give the viewers a better look at her rear entrance.

They then departed for their starting positions. The map chosen by the event organizers looked to be Alice’s Wonderland. A wide open area with lots of mushroom-shaped structures that spouted curtains of water. Mitzi licked her lips nervously. They clearly picked this area to play to both of their strengths: Mai would dominate the wide open areas while Mitzi would be stuck flitting from mushroom to mushroom, using their stalks as cover and taking advantage of the water curtains’ ability to obfuscate her movements. Provided, of course, that Mai didn’t have ocular implants that overcame that. She shouldn’t and Mitzi’s research into Mai turned up nothing like that. Neither of them were at the level nor had the money to afford cybernetic enhancements. Today’s match would be all about raw skill.

The buzzer sounded, marking the beginning of the three minutes that Mitzi had to wear down Mai’s bathing suit. She hurriedly dashed to the nearest mushroom, ducking as she passed through the curtain (even at this pressure, the curtain could strip the valuable pigment from her swimsuit), and filling up her tank from the spouts under its stalk. Mai had to be doing the same, except she’d be dunking her gun under deep water for it to fill up. It would take a long time for such a large tank to...

A shadow passed from behind the curtain and Mitzi knew she’d miscalculated. She ducked as a foam blade came swinging at her from behind the curtain. Dammit! Of course Mai would adapt! Mitzi ducked, pumping her gun as the sword made a loud smacking noise against the pillar right where her torso had been just moments earlier.

Mitzi came barreling out of the curtain into full view, swiveling her head to and fro for Mai.

There she was! Sans gun, of course. Mai must’ve left it in deep water somewhere to fill up while she put the pressure on Mitzi. Clever girl.

Mitzi aimed and fired behind her as she continued putting distance between them. Mitzi knew from watching Mai’s fights that the big girl moved faster than one would think a woman of her size could. It had to be the long legs. Also she wasn’t hefting around that big ass gun right now, so she must be even faster, now!

Mitzi grinned despite herself, adrenaline pumping in her veins as she ducked under another curtain, filling the tank up with the water from it rather than going towards the spigots this time. Most of it splashed out from the pressure, but it was better than nothing. She pumped the gun.

She came out from cover and let loose another spray of junkie juice, aiming for the space just under Mai’s knockers. The pressure from the gun blasted the blue pigment to tatters, leaving only white fabric that clung to Mai’s tummy. There was probably still a good stripe of pigment hiding under those tits, but Mitzi had done all she could now.

Mai charged with a mighty cry, trying to blocked the stream of water with her soaked bat. Mitzi adjusted her aim as she watched Mai close the distance. She swung and Mitzi shifted to take the hit on her arm. Fuck that stung! Even after all of her training using wet and twisted towels, she still couldn’t get over the moist sting of soaked weaponry.

Mitzi skidded across the slick tiles of the stadium. She took the hit well and even used the momentum to put distance between them, but Mitzi landed poorly. She lost a bit of pigment on her top when she landed on her chest and side. Mai was in the lead now, Mitzi didn’t need to look at the scoreboard to determine that.

Mitzi scrambled up and contemplated her next move as she ran towards another refill station.

That’s when she saw it, Mai’s gun lying on its side and partially underwater in a nearby wading pool. Mitzi’s mind hatched a daring plan. She changed tracks and put on dangerous amounts of speed before crouching into a slide that would put her near Mai’s massive soaker before the big girl could get there before her.

The wading pool broke her slide and she scrambled to grab it. It was now this or nothing! Mitzi pumped it swiftly, and then lifting the heavy ordinance with her legs, pointed the nozzle at the charging Mai and let loose the massive torrent of water. Mitzi would later claim that it was on purpose, all a part of her master plan to conquer her rival, but really it had been on total accident that Mitzi had blasted Mai full on in the face.

The large woman had been making her amazon war cry as she charged the tiny Mitzi, so she of course caught most of the initial blast with her open, gaping maw. Mai staggered and Mitzi adjusted her aim as she continued to pump the gun for a continuous stream. She started with Mai’s chest and worked her way down exposing the voluptuous lady’s front entirely, the white fabric of the swimsuit turning transparent wherever it stuck to her skin, which was most of her.

Mai recovered, blinking the ****-infused and treated water out of her eyes before charging Mitzi again. Mitzi dropped the gun and leapt for the opposite end of the wading pool. Running would’ve taken too long. Both girls were drenched, and even after her pregame ritual, Mitzi could feel the aphrodisiac working its magic. Her bikini was soaked in the pool water, concentrating the **** into attacking her most sensitive areas. Under the half gone pigment of one of the triangles of her micro bikini top, anyone could see her dark nipple becoming hard with arousal.

Mitzi looked at the scoreboard. They were already a minute in. Fuck, there was no way that this was going to last two more. Mitzi’s score was at 63%, and Mai was at 38%. 38? Some of the pigment on the back of her suit must be gone, too. If Mitzi could avoid her gaze for just a moment and plant her backside with a couple of water grenades, that might just give her the push she needed to put Mai into the danger zone and forfeit.

But then Mitzi turned to look at Mai and realized that she didn’t need to make anymore plans. The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the match. Mitzi bent over double and let out a relieved sigh. The match was over because Mai was currently two knuckles deep into her own snatch. She had succumbed to the lust pumping in her veins.

Mitzi stood up tall and held up two fingers, V for victory. The crowd that had come to watch the match live cheered. Mitzi then walked over to thank Mai for the good game, partly because of good sportsmanship and partly because she need to blow off some steam of her own.

She now had an unbroken winning streak of 69. Nice.