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To say that he was nervous would have been an understatement. Simon tried to breath slow and calmly to settle the butterflies that were swarming around in his stomach. No use, it only made them worse as he walked down the long hallway towards the pool. He'd never won anything in his life before, but now? He'd never even considered the possibility that he could have won the contest when he entered it. Imagine his surprise when he got the call saying that he was a lucky contestant on Dolphin Dive.

It was a new game show, one steeped more heavily in physical challenges than anything else. Well, he said new but it had been out half a season already and was quickly gathering a following.

Even if it only broadcast on specialty channels.

Late at night.

So there he was less than a week ago, sitting on the couch in just his underwear when the advertisement came up. They were looking for contestants for season two of the Dive. All expenses paid, just submit an entry online and wait for them to contact you. Color him surprised when he had a winning entry waiting on him when he woke up the next morning. All they needed was a photo and some measurements. That was what worried him the most, since he wasn't the most physically impressive guy in.. well name anywhere in the world. As far as humans went he was about as ordinary as they came. He wasn't fat, a rather plain diet and morning runs kept him trim, but that was kinda all h had going for him.

Wonderful! The reply cried, he was just what they were looking for in a contestant. Honestly, that kinda surprised him more than the fact he'd won. Sure he could swim, had the badges from when he was a scout to prove that, but he had watched the show. It looked like the contestants there were far better at it than he had ever been. Not that you ever got a good look at the contestants, but he imagined they had to be in some type of hellishly good shape.

He had to blink against the bright lights as he walked out into the main stage. People and dragons wandered over the large concrete pad surrounding the deep in ground pool. They were setting up lights, checking cameras, chatting, and generally making themselves busy. It looked like how he'd imagine any TV show's set to be, aside from the monumental pool that absolutely dominated the area. Lights shimmering in the depths to illuminate the course that was being built and lowered into the waters.

“Excuse me, can I help you?"

The voice made him turn around, coming face to face with a golden dragon. “Uh, hi." He couldn't keep the nerves from his voice as he shuffled from foot to foot. “I'm Simon and I'm here for..." he thumbed over his shoulder towards the pool.

“Oh!" the dragon trilled as he looked down at a tablet, “Simon! We've been waiting on you. Hope your flight and hotel was good."

He nodded and looked around nervously, “Yeah, they weren't too bad. Overslept just a bit this morning, which is why..."

The dragon waved a hand, “It's okay. Show's not starting any recording for a couple more hours." He tapped at something on the table and hummed to himself. “Which means we have plenty, ah yes, plenty of time to get you suited up and trained over at," he hesitated a moment, “pool four is clear. This way please." He spun on a heel, wings rustling as he padded away with Simon in tow.

“I, um, I've gotta admit that I'm not the greatest swimmer out there. I mean, I can swim. I do it every now and then after all, but not terribly often."

Wings rolled in a shrug, “So long as you can swim that's all that really matters. I wouldn't worry too much since there is a safety crew on standby and the suits themselves will do a fair bit to keep you safe." The dragon flashed a smirk at him, “So long as you don't have a panic attack that is. But even if you do then that's what we've got the safety crew for." Simon had to stretch his legs out to keep up with the taller dragon's stride. “Can't have contestants dying on us, would be a PR nightmare."

The thought of dying in the show sent a ripple of fear up his spine. Before he could think to ask about the risks involved, the dragon lead them around behind a partition. “Alright here we are. Going to need you to strip down and I'll help you into the suit."

And then Simon was left alone in the little cubical. It didn't offer much privacy since it was next to a decent sized pool. Curtains hung from metal frames on three sides, but there wasn't much else there other than a simple stool. The type that you'd see in a doctor's office that they could use to roll around, but that was it. He fidgeted a moment before starting to strip down, just piling his clothes next to the seat. He was hesitating on taking off his underwear, a speedo really, when the dragon returned with a bag.

Ridged brows furrowed ever so slightly, “Swim wear? Believe me, you won't need that and no one other than me is going to see what you have to offer either."

Simon started to say something but the dragon's look made him swallow slightly and work his briefs off quickly, covering himself with a hand. The dragon's shoulders rolled in a shrug at the embarrassment as he sat the bag down and unzipped it, pulling out what looked like a rather unimpressive dolphin-like pool toy. He checked over it and flipped it around a few times before making a noise of discovery.

Much to Simon's surprise, the dragon pulled at a zipper that was nearly invisible, opening the underside of the latex dolphin. “Right, there we go." The dragon flashed a smile up at him, “Always a pain in the ass to find those zippers. Now just lay down here, slide your feet into the tail section." Still covering himself up with his hands, Simon moved over and wiggled into the latex bag like it was an oversized sleeping bag. His handler had him lay down as he worked the suit up.

It was pretty tight against his body, hugging tight to his hips and legs as the zipper was pulled upwards. A strange nervous flutter surged through his gut as he laid back. “Arms up, hands on your shoulders." He obeyed, watching as the dragon pulled the latex thing up around his shoulders, fitting his arms into the fins.

“Won't that get uncomfortable before long?" It was already pressing his bicep against his forearm in a way that he knew would start to ache.

His handler was focused on getting the sleeves on place, “Just relax your arms, if you get all tense it'll make things far worse. You'll wear out faster and have to take rests, which means you'll start losing points in the show." Head tilted towards him, “You do want to win, don't you?"

A jolt of fear shot through him. “I sure as hell want to try." Winning the game would be amazing and he honestly hadn't even thought about it until now. Could he actually pull it off if things went well enough? Submitting an entry to the show had been a long shot, a pipe dream really, but here he was getting strapped in and geared up. He squirmed a bit, trying to relax as best he could but something was digging at his back.

Seeing the look on his face, the dragon supplied the answer. “Oxygen tanks would be too large to easily fit in the suit along with a person, so we used a bladder system paired with a rebreather." A quick grin was flashed, “Speaking of which." He pulled a set of hoses and a mask out of the bag. Lifting Simon's head, he hooked the hoses up to something behind the human before sliding the mask into place. “We'll keep an eye on your vitals with this, if it gets bad then we'll pull you out. Just have to..." he worked something around before a chime sounded in Simon's ear, the mask lighting up and starting to show a HUD. “There we go. Got your oxygen levels, battery levels, objectives, yada yada. You'll figure it all out. There's a water pack on your back as well, nipple right here you can sip from."

Before he could say that he'd rather figure it out first, the suit was zipped all the way up. So there he was, sealed up with only muffled sounds and the glow of the mask as it cycled through the start up. He could feel himself being lifted and rolled onto something long before the mask began to show off what the eye's cameras could see.

He blinked as they flared to life, revealing that he was in some sort of stretched type thing and being lifted into the air. Simon tried to look around but the cameras just stayed aiming forward. He had to twist his body around if he wanted to look. Cables and cloth creaked as he squirmed. “Hold still unless you want to get dumped out onto the concrete," was hissed over his headset, making him stop and just hang there in the harness as they swung him over the pool.

Simon began to breathe heavier as he was lowered to water, a low panic starting to churn through his gut. “Relax, breathe nice and slow. You've seen the show and know everything is safe."

Knowing it was completely safe on paper was one thing, it was something else entirely to be lowered into a pool of water while almost completely helpless. His heart was hammering away in his chest as the water washed over him, sinking down and down. Breath started to come in faster puffs as he squirmed within the latex dolphin suit.

A sigh came over the headset, “Just once I'd like them to stay calm when they're in the water. Starting override." The suit twitched and stopped, the sling dropping away from him as he floated there in the water. It felt weird to be almost completely weightless as he just drifted there.

“Okay, better? You're not sinking, you're breathing just fine, so try to swim. Just wiggle your feet a little to work the tail fin." That was easier said than done. He tried to wiggle and squirm but ended up just thrashing around in the water. “Easier, gentler." The suit jerked, tightening around him before rolling ever so smoothly. A new display showed up on the HUD, showing a rough speed. He worked his legs, mimicking how the suit was already making him move. Within a few seconds, it loosened and he was able to keep up the pace. “Good, now turn."

At least this time he didn't have to have the suit guide him. Twisting and rolling his body, he was able to lazily alter his course. “Looking good there, now try to swim through these rings in order." Weighted rings, more than large enough for him to swim through, were dropped into the water. They were larger than the bonus rings in the actual show, but that should make them easy to go through. He just had to get turned around and through one.

It was some sort of miracle that he was able to get himself wheeled around and through the ring that the HUD was guiding him towards. It pulsed green on the HUD as he did his best to speed towards it. A chime sounded as he slipped through the ring, paired with a steady vibrating against his cock. He jerked towards the sudden sensation as it hummed against the very tip of his cock. The latex somehow rolling against his bare flesh and buzzing away like a merry little sex toy.

The way he jerked when the vibrator started up made him drift off course, which meant that he wavered from the path the HUD had laid out before him. Lines flashed from a dull white to a cautious yellow before he could help himself. Just had to get back on course. Twisting, he flicked his tail and drifted too far off, the yellow jumping to red. It barely registered before the suit tightened a bit around his sac and delivered a short jolt. Nowhere near painful enough to make him scream, but certainly enough to make him jump. This time a warning chime began to whistle in his ear as a countdown appeared, advising him to get back on course before another 'corrective measure' was deployed.

As it turned out, fear was a pretty good tutor. He managed to flounder his way back onto the course before the timer hit that dreaded zero.

Was a shame he overshot.

Lines flashed from red to yellow to green, then back the other way. He thrashed to try and get back on course but the shock came too fast, giving him that lower zap before delivering a warning. Simon winced within the suit as he twisted and turned, managing to get back onto the suggested liens. He was panting as he managed to stop himself from drifting too far. Only to be given a warning mere seconds later that he needed to get through the ring before the timer ran out or else.

Cold fear raced down his spine, chilling him faster than a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. Stretching his body out, he put everything he'd learned so far into use. Moving his body just so, legs waving this way, twist that, and success! He shot through the ring before the counter got too far down and was rewarded with another low buzz around his cock. The latex rolled against him like it was a living thing, spreading that pleasant humming across his cock in a way he hadn't thought possible. Eyes rolled back and hips jerked towards it as his cock firmed up quickly.

Twisting a bit, he rolled in the water and peered down at his body. While he couldn't get a good look at his own privates, he did see the hint of pink that was flushing along the pale underbelly towards his tail end. If what he'd learned about dolphins was right, that was an outward sign that he was turned on. That made his cheeks flush under the mask as he squirmed within the suit.

A chime brought his attention back to the task at hand, reminding him of the time limit placed on him. Swallowing nervously, he started to work his way through the rings. Which only got harder to move through as they started to place them higher and lower within the pool. The harsh shocks and shrill warnings came fewer and further between as he practiced. Muscles aching ever so slightly as he used them in ways he'd never managed. There were a few times where he was certain that he'd get off from the way that the latex rubbed against him, cock and material slick with his precum now, but each time he almost got close, something would keep him from going over the edge.

“Okay," a voice chimed up as he was racing towards another ring, “That's enough for now, I'd think." The HUD cleared aside from the same stats he'd been half-watching the entire time. Battery was still good and his oxygen seemed to be fine. They'd instructed him to surface a few times during training, the suit automatically puffing out spent air and sucking in new before he dove. Which was a very unique experience to say the least, feeling how the suit flexed against his back and the rebreather's 'lungs' filling with air. “Just do some slow laps around the pool so you don't stiffen up. We'll be ready to record here soon enough."

His cock throbbed as the dragon reminded him about stiffening up. “Yeah, not gonna happen there," He muttered into the mask as he slowed to steady, wide circles. Even without the vibrator going, the suit was practically wrapped around his cock, making it feel like he was wrapped up by a sex toy sleeve. Except this one kept moving with him, keeping him from getting off.

Breathing out a sigh, he just went as limp as possible and closed his eyes most of the way. Now this... wow this was relaxing in a way nothing else could touch. Between the way that the latex cradled him, the gentle cool that seeped in from the water, and the way he felt almost weightless in the neutrally buoyant suit. It was honestly like being in the world's most comfortable bed. If he could he would have readily slipped off into dream land.

Almost as if it could sense his relaxation, the HUD faded until it was only barely visible, leaving him with just the ghostly image from the suit's camera eyes floating in front of him. Simon felt his eyes start to drift closed as he simply existed.

No telling how long he drifted there. Maybe it was just minutes, could have been hours, without a clock there was no way to know. He wasn't asleep, it was more along the lines of meditation or at least what he assumed meditation was like. Never tried it before now and he was certain he'd never be able to get anything close to this again. At least without having scuba gear and a pool.

After a small eternity, the HUD came back on and an alarm clock buzzed in his ear. “Not asleep are you? Forgot to mention, you don't have a microphone in there so even if you respond, we can't hear you. Don't worry, if you start screaming certain words the suit will let us know. Safety reasons and all that. We're about ready to start round one, just follow your HUD and we'll get going. Good gaming!"

The HUD flared to life, guiding him towards a gate in the side of the pool. Simon winced as he started to move, body aching from how hard he'd been swimming earlier. Looks like he hadn't cooled down enough when they told him to. Huffing to himself, he took his time getting towards the gate. By the time he was swimming into it, he was moving easier as his muscled warmed up again. It was still very strange, but he was quickly getting the hang of it all.

He didn't notice the gate shutting behind him until the lights faded. Twisting as much as he could, he got a glance behind him and felt a nervous flutter in his gut. Before that could flare into full panic, strips of light flared along the tunnel he was in. Racing ahead of him and downwards. With no way to go but forward he pressed on.

With only those flashing lights to guide him, it was impossible to tell how fast he was going. Lights danced faster and faster, making it feel like he was blasting along at high speeds. A pit opened in his stomach as he swallowed nervously. Swallowing against a dry mouth, he twisted his head to bite at the nipple, cool water rushing to fill his mouth. It helped but only marginally, there was no cure for stage fright to be found there. Just had to keep moving forward into the dark.

Just went he was sure he'd been swimming for far too long, bright lights snapped on, stunning him into stillness for a moment.

The bombastic voice of Burt Barnes blasted through his headset, “Ladies and Gentlemen! Hello and welcome to our show! We have a lot of brand new game modes lined up for this year so I hope you will enjoy everything that we have planned. To start things off we're going for an old favorite with a game of..." a drum roll shook him to the core as a roulette of icons began to spin in the upper corner of his mask, “CAPTURE THE FISH!" Cheers shot through the water, pressing against all sides. “It is my pleasure to present... BLUE TEAM!" More shouts and yells, “RED TEAM!" The familiar crimson insignia of the Red Team dominated his HUD, pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat. He knew that his suit would be changing as well, gaining red streaks or something to match his team's color.

Twisting his head, he could see other swimmers in the water, all of them wearing the same dolphin-like latex suits as him. Stripes, spots, streaks, and even flames were appearing on their hides, denoting either one team or the other. With the lights up it was easy to see just how big the tank they were in was. It'd always looked huge on TV but now he was getting a good look at just how massive it really was. The pool he'd been training in had been close to what would be considered Olympic size. But that might as well have been a kiddie pool compared to this. “And the all important... FISH!" His HUD lit up with several markers. Squinting, he could see the 'fish' were others in suits, but their colors were all bright, yellows, blues, purples, all easily recognizable compared to the duller blue and red of the two teams. “Are you ready?" A cheer rolled through him, shaking him to the bone. “I said... Are You Ready?" Louder this time, making it harder to breathe. “I can't hear you. ARE. YOU. READY?!" He was certain that his insides were going to liquefy from the sheer force of the bellowing from the unseen audience. Teeth ground as the suit began to vibrate again, the humming traveling up and down his cock slowly, rousing it for the coming game. A giant number three dominated his mask, counting down with Burt's words. “THEN LET'S DIVE!"

GO!!

Simon's legs snapped at the command, flicking the suit's tail as he shot forward before he could even think to set off on his own. He'd zeroed in on a Fish and had his sights locked on its neon pink hide. Whoever was in the suit wasn't moving, perhaps out of shock from being labeled a target, or more likely from the sight of a dozen people rushing at them.

Whatever held them frozen started to shake off by the time Simon was within striking distance. Tail gave a panicked flail, setting them off on erratic course. Heart was pounding in his ears as he tried to change his angle. Practicing with rings and bobbers was one thing, but a moving target driven by fight-or-flight was something else. He twisted and rolled to change his angle, but inexperience reared its ugly head and he ended up hitting the Fish, sending them both tumbling through the water.

His head was still spinning when another body slammed into his gut. The suit was made to take these type of hits but there was still only so much padding could do. He doubled over coughing as his breath was knocked out, tumbling further away from the target. The blue team dolphin, adorned with a starburst pattern, wiggled nearby as the swimmer tried to right themselves.

Shaking out, they fixed him with what could only be a glare before shooting off after Fish. Simon shook within his suit, adrenaline making his body shake as his teeth ground together. How dare they slam into him like that then go after his target? Didn't they know he had the right of way? Did he have the right of way? The rules on underwater traffic was more than a little hazy, but it didn't matter. The only thing that he could focus on was that he needed to score before they did. You did not want to be on the losing team in Dolphin Dive, and he wasn't about to be the lowest scorer on his team.

Sucking air between clenched teeth, he managed to start limping after Star and Fish. Oh fuck, his stomach was hurting from the hit, making it harder to roll his body into the swimming motions that he needed to get up to speed. But it was giving him ideas. Flashing memories of past episodes where he'd seen contestants fight over this or that.

Fighting was fine as long as it didn't go too far. Too far being actively trying to kill someone, which you could do. The suits would do a lot to help avoid that, but again only so much padding could do. He wasn't out for blood but he wasn't about to let Star get away.

Whoever was in Star was a good swimmer, far better than Fish. The blue dolphin was darting up, somehow managing to flip around, and diving to bounce off Fish's side. Each hit using his side against his targets, throwing his weight against the pink dolphin without just battering the poor thing. Star didn't want to knock Fish out after all, if a fish was KO'd then they were worth zero until they recovered. And worse than that, whoever knocked them out would lose points.

By the time he got closer, Fish was already starting to slow down and get spun by Star's repeated bumps and nudges. As the pink dolphin spiraled slowly, Simon saw the goal come into view. Right there on the white expanse of Fish's belly was a patch of rosy red framing a swollen mound.

Eyes snapped to Star, seeing the blue dolphin cast a quick glance around for any others. He didn't look behind him so he didn't see Simon coming in, but Simon could see the dolphin's red, s-shaped cock standing proud from his belly. If he didn't get there before Star slipped in, then it'd be almost impossible to shake the two apart before Star scored for his team. And if he scored, then Simon would need to find a new target until Fish 'reset' and could be targeted again.

Of course sex was how you scored in Capture The Fish. How else would you? It wasn't rape, every contestant knew the risks of being a Diver. Sometimes you were a Hunter, others you were the Prey.

Star moved over his pray, fins tapping against Fish's flanks as if saying, “Just hold still and it'll be done in a minute." Dazed and spun around so many times, Fish could only float there as the blue team dolphin moved up and over, grinding the underside of his cock against that entrance with a few little nudges, trying to find the opening.

Pouring on the speed, Simon aimed right for Star's flank. Twisting at the very last moment to slam what should have been his shoulder into the blue male's side. Bodies shook as they slammed into each other, knocking Star away and spinning Fish under them. Triumphant panic surged along his spine as he jerked his body, doing his best to capture the spiraling target with his fins. A bit of luck was with him, the pink dolphin's fins slapping against his body as the dizzy Fish tried to stop yet another spin. He could only imagine how dizzy the poor Diver was by now.

A part of him was aware of Star shaking and twisting as the blue team dolphin tried to get himself righted. Simon swallowed and pressed forward, feeling the smooth grind of Pink's body against his and the brush of against his peeking cock. Which yes, his suit's cock was just starting to poke out of its slit, every little nudge being translated down the latex and right to his own rigid member.

Fate smiled on him and slit pressed to slit, his cock surging right into Fish's depths. He arched within the suit and gasped as his dick was pushed out of the suit, still surrounded by latex, and driven deep into the confines of his target.

It was tight, far tighter than he'd ever imagined it could have been. Walls clamping and gripping at him, whether to invite him deeper or reject his advance he wasn't sure. Tail fluke twitched as he thrust, driving himself flush to his partner/target. She responded by shifting as well, body almost automatically moving to match his pace as they swam together. Latex walls twisting and pulling against his cock, stroking it like a pair of slick hands giving the world's greatest hand job.

Before coming on the show he'd done a bit of curious research about dolphins and how they had sex. Naturally he'd found a lot of rumors floating around online, some of them fake and some not. One popular rumor involved how skilled a female cetacean was with manipulating things using her vagina and just how strong the muscles down there were.

He wasn't sure if the rumors were true or not, but whoever designed these suits must have heard about that as well. Normally he was a pretty good lover, or at least he liked to think he was, and was more than capable of giving his fair share of time and effort into love making.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Star right himself and start forward. Simon huffed and tried to speed up, but even with two dolphins swimming they would be no match for the far superior swimmer that Star was. Not to mention that the increased pace only served to do one thing, make Fish start pushing even harder back and stimulate his already on-edge cock.

“Ahh!" Simon gasped into the mask as he came, filling the latex with his warm cum. Fish twitched under him, walls clenching even harder as she came. Maybe she did, or maybe it was just the suit responding automatically, all that mattered was that he'd 'scored' and successfully 'captured' Fish for his team. Star jerked away as Fish's marker flared out, changing from a white to a red to show she'd been claimed. The blue suit swam up alongside him, eye almost touching his in what had to be a glare before darting off.

Simon felt a cold shiver race up his spine as he watched Star join several others chasing after another fish. Pink pins tapping against his side before his partner slipped away, allowing herself to drift through the pool's depth. As he watched, he noticed the trail of watered-down seed leaking from her, only then noticing the obvious lack of cum sloshing around his own length. He laid his head against his mask and closed his eyes most of the way as he tried to recover. Shivering as the pool's cool water bathed his member before it could retract.

That was one down, he thought to himself as he looked over the pink dolphin with a little pang in his gut. Attention shifted to the others, seeing that some of the teams had ganged up and were surrounding the Fish, trapping them so they couldn't get away or be stolen by the other team. Willing or not, consent form signed or not, that had to be rather terrifying.

But it was also thrilling.

He'd never thought about doing anything like this before, and now here he was, body still humming with post-orgasmic bliss after competing with someone to be the first to seed a complete stranger. It was exhilarating! He found himself laughing with unbridled glee as a new energy surged through him.

Flipping around, he quickly scanned the tank to see if there were any nearby targets. Tired as he was from his orgasm he was still riled up and could go anther round or three.

A buzzer rang and Burt belted out, “That's the end of Round One! All teams back to their areas and we'll check the results." Simon felt a pang of disappointment but drifted back towards where the other Reds were gathering up. He took a quick look around and as he got closer, spotting the various patterns. A few others were drifting lazily, much like he was, but there were plenty who were agitated, sporting cocks that were either peeking or mounds that were ruddy with lustful need. A quick count showed that there seemed to be eight of them, and just as many Blues on the opposite end of the tank.

The Fish, looked to be a half-dozen of them, kinda milled about the middle area, looking rather dejected. He didn't blame them, round one and they were targets? Had to be a downer. Although, at least to him, they were the ones he watched more often than not. The cameras tended to love to focus on them, if only because that's where most of the action was happening.

A new voice whispered over his comms. “Number 12, float up to the surface." He twisted to look and saw that several other of the divers were surfacing as well. Tail flicked slowly and brought him up higher and higher until his back breached and the suit puffed air out. “Good, now hold still we're gonna change out your water bag and the like." It was strange to be sitting there as someone unzipped the back of his suit to get something out. It was in that moment that he realized how warm the suit actually was as cooler air rushed in around him. “Good grief, couple months off and you almost forget how these smell after someone works up a sweat in them."

While the crew swapped out his rebreather and water, Burt kept going. “We had an action-packed round one, but who is ready for more?!" The shouts and cheers nearly drove him back under the water as they slammed into him. “But first... THE SCORE!" A scoreboard popped up in front of him, the numbers rolling too quickly to see. He knew that on the TV it'd be showing team scores as well as individual, calling them based on their patterns. On the HUD it was only showing his personal breakdown and the team's total alongside his rank within the team.

He shivered as the scores tallied up, aggression, speed, successful scoring, and... Eyes widened slowly as he saw points were taken off for resting? It flashed between a time spent resting and score. Oh god... it was time based? That ate a big chunk of his actual score! A team rank flashed up, putting him in the lower half. Judging from the team total, he was pretty sure that he had even ranked below some members that hadn't even managed to get off.

A hand pushed at him, “Alright, all changed and closed up, back down you go." He felt numb as the suit drifted back towards his team. He could see both sides were twisting and rolling, looking at each other and their own teammates, trying to figure out whose score belonged to whom.

Burt's voice blasted him, “Looks like a victory for... Red team!" More cheers, some of his teammates even getting in on it, flipping and twisting. “But don't count the Blues out yet. How about it, Folks, are you ready for a brand new game mode? Let me hear it!" Even in the water, the shouts were deafening. “Then we'll get back to it after this commercial break!" Commercial break? He could use a little rest.

“Don't get your hopes up, commercials are only for broadcast."

Sure enough, Burt barreled on, “Welcome back, folks! It's time for a brand new game mode, something we came up with after reading your input during the first season. Are you ready?" He could just imagine that dragon standing up there with his spangled suit, posing with each word. “It's time for...DOMINATION!" Simon's mind raced as he tried to figure out what this mode was. Which Burt helpfully explained. “We'll only have two teams here, Red and Blue." In the center, the brightly colored fish were now being assigned to one team or the other. “But... and here's the fun part, among the teams there will be Fish that must be controlled! One Fish..." Simon watched as a marker popped up in the Red's side. “Two fish..." One on the Blue's. “Red Fish..." No marker? “Blue fish!" A second one on the blue side.

That was weird, why were there two Blue markers but only one Red? As he was turning to look, he felt that cold chill of fear race up his spine. His markings had turned to a neon crimson, glowing within the pool.

Oh fuck.

“Now, the little fish start on either side, but they can be stolen. However, if their own team..." he could hear the laughter in the words, “Claims them first, then they've got an advantage." His suit was adjusting itself against him, pulling his cock tighter against his belly now as it reshaped for the next round. “Ready? GO!"

“I'M NOT READY!" Simon screamed uselessly as the teams swarmed. Several broke off from either group, racing towards the other team to try and either block or capture. He barely had a second to respond before a body slammed into him, spinning him around.

The blow knocked him upside down before he knew what was happening, a second body slamming into his front as his own team double-teamed him. A body brushed against his, thrusting blindly as his teammate sought out his entrance. Simon tried to swim away, but his flick only served to present himself to the seeking teammate.

A latex cock plunged into what had been his male slit. Instead of bouncing into his cock, sheathed within its latex sleeve, the member snaked into a 'vagina' and was guided down. The suit had lifted his balls up out of the way, giving a perfect line straight to his ass.

He cried out in surprise and a little pain as it drove deep. Simon twisted to try and swim away, but the suit locked itself into a pattern against his teammate, body to match the swimming thrusts just as Pink's had with him earlier. Simon could only pant through gritted teeth as the cock hammered his pucker, the latex sleeve merrily milking away at his own cock. Latex length twisting to probe his prostate before his teammate drove forward and began to fill his ass.

Simon shuddered as a merry chime sounded in his ear, a bar creeping further to the red as his teammate pulled away, leaving him leaking cum into the pool.

Before he could think of recuperating, a second Red member was moving in against him as the first twisted and did its best to block an oncoming Blue team diver. He was only barely aware of the swimmers darting around him as the flame-painted dolphin tried to get in position.

He wasn't fast enough though.

A new shape darted in and slammed into his side so hard that even Simon felt it as Flames was knocked aside. He caught the flash of a blue star pattern before something pressed against him. Star's head dipped low enough to look him right in the eye, giving what had to be the smuggest possible look a latex suit could manage a mere instant before the cock was driven into him.

His teammate had done him a favor by catching him so quick. It meant that his tunnel was already lubricated and loosened so that Star could drive himself slit-deep with out a moment's hesitation.

Teeth ground against each other as the male pounded against him. It might have been his imagination, but it sure as hell felt like Star was bigger than his own teammate. He tried to twist and pull away, but the suit was on automatic, twisting and grinding towards the dolphin as the cock pounded deep into him. He groaned through gritted teeth as his own cock began to twitch, the constant rubbing and the pressure on his prostate proving to be too much.

“AHHhh!" he screamed with his orgasm the same instant Star began to unload into him, cum filling the latex sleeve as his rival filed his ass to the brim.

Simon had a moment to breathe as Star pulled away, but not too far. It was only when the male began to pull away that he realized the blue diver had hooked his fins under Simon's, carrying him away from his own teammates. He thrashed and managed to twist free, trying to dart back to his own team.

His own team who were being blocked by several other Blues. A chill ran down his spine as he tried to look for a way out.

There was only a second between realizing he was trapped and the next blue team member. Body slamming into his as the cock pounded deep. Simon's breath was driven from his lungs as the male hammered his backside, driving that cock so deep with each thrust. His own rear throbbing from the abuse as the slick cock slipped and slid through two other male's cum, probing far deeper than he'd ever imagined anything going before. Pulling against the latex, he tried to drive away from the male, teeth gritting as he felt it start to twitch as it emptied a third load into his waiting ass.

By then he was panting and shivering within the suit, watching as the bar crept more to Blue, then swinging back to Red. Simon flicked his legs and tried to swim away from the Blues, but Star was already on top of him again, body contorting around his to try and trap him even as he lined up his cock. Simon tried to get away, but his first round rival was a far better swimmer.

As Simon was knocked around in the water, he saw several Reds break through and race at him. Burt's voice calling over the headset. “Got a close battle already! One minute down, Folks! Four more to go! Unless one team can control all these females! Blue has the lead, but Red's going for it!"

Right now. He wasn't sure what he was rooting for more. Especially not as a large red dolphin slammed into Star and took his place.