The Super Soaker Match

In a cyberpunk world where women’s sports turned to lewd events to compete with the televised and livestream ratings of men’s sports, there exists a sport known as **** Super Soaker Tournaments, or ESST. The are many events and thus many rules, but the rules for this event, Solo PVP, the rules are simple:

• Each player can choose their own load-out, provided that the equipment follows Tournament Regulations.
• The player must wear Tournament Regulation swimwear during a match. This swimwear is covered in a type of pigmentation that’s blasted off by the pressure of the water guns. One piece and two piece swimwear are available to the player.
• The goal of the game is to remove all pigmentation from the opponent’s swimwear before time runs out. In the event that neither side succeeds, the one with most pigmentation missing from their swimwear loses the match. The amount of pigmentation is tracked by a percentage of the amount of pigmentation remaining on the total surface area of the swimwear.
• Stripping during a match is considered a forfeit by the player.
• The water in the stadium is laced with a mild aphrodisiac. The effects it has on the human body increase with time and the amount of skin it covers. It is especially potent if ingested. If a player succumbs to the aphrodisiac and begins touching themselves in the stadium during a match, it is considered a forfeit.
• Touching an opponent for anything other than a tournament legal tackle during a match is considered a foul. Three fouls and you forfeit the game.
• There are no rules about sexual (mis)conduct or physical contact outside of the confines of a match.

These are all the rules you need to know and understand for this event.

Mitzi was a proud participant in the ESST’s Minor Leagues. She’d started the moment she turned eighteen, the minimum age you needed to be to join, but really she’d been training with regular water guns on the beach her whole life. No one really took her seriously when she said that she wanted to be a Soaker Girl. Her high school friends took it to mean that she was an easy lay. Her teachers tried to guide her onto what they considered “better” career paths or the scam that was college. Her parents disapproved of it, because of course they did.

Everyone saw the livestreams of women behaving like sluts, putting on debauched displays while knowing full well that they were on camera but not caring as the hot, ****-induced lust burned in their veins. “Pool Junkies” was a common insult thrown around to describe women like them. Mitzi had been called such by a few of her exes, not knowing how much being degraded as such turned her on.

But the one thing no one ever considered was the money. Soaker Girls made mad dosh, and the closer you were to the top, the more you were worth. Mitzi’s eyes were glued to the top of that world, and nothing would stop her from getting there. So far she’d had a sixty-eight unbroken winning streak, and she had another match today. She was already attracting talent seekers and agents, she could feel their eyes on her from the stands whenever she went out. Several articles had been written about her rising star, as well as a few unflattering vlogs from conservative news commentators on CorpTube. Mostly old men and jealous women, Mitzi had no problem putting them on blast on her socials.

She spent the day getting ready for the showdown. She was going up against Mai, a rival and fellow competitor in her League. This match was going to make or break one of their careers. Mitzi applied white and silver makeup to her dark skin. The people had nicknamed her the “Ice Queen” for her ability to not succumb easily to the ****-laced waters of the stadium as well as her cold, calculated moves on the battlefield. Might as well look the part. Maybe when she had the money to buy augments, she’ll get them done in white and silver chrome? They’d complement her natural chocolate skin quite well.

She thought about what to get for her load-out. Unlike Mitzi, Mai was a big girl. Not fat by any means, but cute and chubby. She had a propensity to wear one-piece suits that took a lot of time and effort to remove absolutely all the pigment from her suit. There were at least three matches that Mai had pulled through by the skin of her teeth because her opponent hadn’t got the pigment protected by the folds of her underboob. Mitzi would not make the same mistake.

Mai was also strong, which let her carry massive Soakers that could easily carry a five liter tank. She crushed her opposition with an almost endless supply of ammunition. Several of her first victories were attributed to the opponent being overwhelmed with ****-induced lust. That became less common as she climbed up the ladder and her opponents held a greater resistance to the ****.

If Mitzi was going to win, she needed to be quick, so she picked out a small Soaker with a 0.75 Liter tank. She’d have to reload more often, but a smaller gun would mean that she could move around a lot quicker. She also picked up a few water grenades. Sure, Mai could catch them and/or reuse them, but any moment she was doing so was a moment that she wasn’t using her massive gun.

As for a swim suit, Mitzi decided on a Micro Bikini that only covered her nipples and pussy in three small triangles. It was dangerous, sure: three good hits and Mitzi would be out of the game, but she was playing against Mai’s strengths. The girl wasn’t too bright, she’d only gotten as far as she did using a spray and pray method. Also, showing a lot of skin from the offset got her more clicks from simps and fans.

Finally ready for the match, Mitzi warmed up with some basic stretches in the locker room, using the opportunity to do a members-only stream. Naked of course. It’s what the gays and gals wanted to see as she read off their lewd superchats. Some of them got really detailed and it got Mitzi wet. She had a silver body paint marker set aside for those who gave a little extra to have her write something on her body. There were no rules about body writing or the language used in it, so Mitzi would write degrading things on her body without getting into trouble. A surprising number of the requests were innocent, things like hearts, stars, a person’s name, but Mitzi’s favorite was the five thousand credit chat that dared her to write “Pool Junkie” on her chest. She ended the stream with her customary pregame ritual: a masturbation session for her fans. She attributed these as to the real reason she won so many matches. One user joked that she rode the wave of post-nut clarity to victory, but he might have been right.

After writing the username of the person who’d contributed most to her stream (BallsDeep69) onto the end of her Naughty Nymph dildo, she pumped herself up literally and mentally for the upcoming game. There was one hilarious moment when she squirted at the end and her fluids coated the camera. It would later wind up on a compilation video on PoonHub titled “Funny Moments from Pool Junkie Streams #420”.