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This vignette was written for HandofBlades as part of my themed Patreon request day for the month of September 2018. This month's theme was "Showtime" and the story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. ^^

The O-Zone

When Compound O was first approved it had been for medical purposes only. Strictly controlled and given out to individuals who for physical or psychological reasons found it difficult or even impossible to achieve orgasm. But needless to say, it hadn't remained that exclusive once the public heard about it.

For several years illegal street varieties of Big O were everywhere, some perfectly usable and near indistinguishable from the real thing, some vastly more dangerous with toxic or addictive properties added either by chance or to keep the buyers coming back. But, eventually the governments caught up. They realised after years and years of clinical trials that there were no side effects, no problems long or short term with either occasional or even frequent use of the drug. Yes it could be misused, but the ways in which it could be abused were already criminal offences in their own right. Thus, eventually laws were repealed and more were passed. Compound O found its way into pharmacies across countless nations, and as its use and demand spread far and wide, it wasn't long before the entertainment industry began to explore its uses.

A late night chat show made history as its host and three high profile, A-List celebrity guests sampled Big O live on air. A documentary on Big O's effects on the lives of a selection of members of the public across all social and economic classes showed regular people making use of it in their homes, with partners, spouses, with friends who found themselves sharing in these immensely intimate and personal acts with previously platonic companions without shame or judgement. And just a few months later, headlining a service of new sexually explicit streaming content far more mainstream than any pornography website in history, The O-Zone debuted for a world of eager viewers and Big O users to watch and enjoy.

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" Three.

Two.

One.

Weapons Free."

On either side of a warehouse, two metal sliding doors rattled open and two teams of five burst forth. Each individual held a paintball gun in their hands and bore a mask that covered the front of their face, but beyond that bore only a pair of firmly fitted shorts upon their crotches and, if necessary or desired, a well fitted yet still skimpy sports-bra across their chest. Beyond that their furred flesh was bare and exposed, and as they half raced, half crept forward into the maze-like interior of the warehouse complex, dozens of remote cameras filled their every move.

"We should stay together. A team of three and of two. Better chance that one of us will be able to grab the briefcase and get it back to our base while the other stands and defends our retreat."

A tiger yelled to her companions, their masks and guns emblazoned with vivid streaks of blue to mark them as a coherent unit. The other four nodded, and as they approached the first fork in the path they split off into two groups. On the far side of the warehouse the other team clustered up, a lithe mouse whispering to his teammates through his red striped mask.

"It's a best of five game. Our best bet to start with is to rush the labyrinth as fast as we can. Learn a path to the centre and either snag the case before one of them can get to it or report back the various routes we've found when we regroup afterwards. We can win this by being smart! Let's go!"

They branched off into two groups, but as the next set of pathways opened up before them they separated out until all five of them were apart. Sure enough the red team made swift progress, but as a tall zebra ducked around a corner and saw the briefcase resting on a pedestal at the end of the corridor, he cursed as a second later he saw not one, not two but three figures approaching it from another corridor on the far side of the pedestal room. Levelling his weapon as he peered around the corner, the equine figure took a deep breath, steadied himself, and...

The tigress's eyes bulged as she heard a rush of compressed air from the far side of the corridor, and a split-second later a brightly coloured ball came rushing over the briefcase to splatter against her chest, just above the fabric of her bra. Her eyes bulged, she nodded feverishly towards the briefcase as her teammates stared in horror, and then she dropped her gun to the padded mattress floor of the warehouse only for her body to follow suit just moments later. A dark spot appeared upon her blue shorts, a spot that grew and grew as she began to grunt, to snarl and finally to scream as her paws scrabbled helplessly at the material of her underwear, her body thrashing wildly in the throes of an unstoppable, relentlessly violent orgasm triggered by the Compound O blended into the paint now streaking her chest. As one camera zoomed in on the tigress, watching her convulse and shriek and squirt in absolute ecstasy, another followed the remaining two members of her sub-team as they raced forward with their own weapons firing to provide one another with cover. More paintballs flew from the far end of the corridor as the zebra continued to lay down fire from cover, but he was firing blind to keep himself out of sight and thus it wasn't long before with a yip of triumph the border collie upon the blue team wrapped his hand around the briefcase' handle and dragged it off the pedestal.

"Go!"

His fox teammate yelped as they ducked behind the pedestal just in time to see a mouse peek around the same corner that the zebra was shooting from. A third figure appeared at the end of the corridor too, and the fox took a deep breath as they saw the tips of three paintball guns glinting in the gloom. A moment later they sprang upright, launched themselves around the pedestal, and stretched their arms out wide to block the corridor and shield their companion as the border collie bolted back towards their base. Strained cries escaped the fox as no fewer than ten paintballs burst across their chest, stomach and thighs, and within moments the already eager erection tenting their shorts was throbbing violently as its fabric darkened and soon began to glisten with the abundant streaks of cum being pumped through its stretched material. They remained standing though, and for a full ten seconds their body kept the red team's attack force from chasing the collie down before finally the intensity of the stimulation proved too much and drove them to their knees as they tugged their cock free, wrapped a hand around its throbbing, spurting length, and began to feverishly jerk themselves off as the other team rushed past with looks of mingled triumph and jealousy.

A klaxon sounded barely a minute later as the blue team scored their first point, and the two round one casualties were guided, still shuddering and writhing in pleasure, off the course to be given a quick power-shower to clear off any lingering droplets of paint and the intensely reactive chemicals contained within it. A swift blow-dry later though and they were back with their team as round two's recording began.

"I've got it! Team, help me out, I've g-go-oohhh... ohhhh god!"

The mouse wailed as he grabbed the briefcase and fled with it, only to feel a paintball impact between his shoulder blades. He staggered around the corner, clutching the briefcase to his chest even as he tumbled to the floor with his cock twitching and his shorts growing rapidly stained by the seed erupting within them. An otter from the blue team, the one responsible for his downfall raced around the corner soon after, but no sooner had she begun to tease the briefcase out of his trembling hands she felt three impacts across her buttocks, squealing at the feel of paint against her clothes, before finally a fourth ball hit bare flesh of her left thigh. She tumbled to the ground atop the mouse, and through the beginnings of her own orgasmic ecstasy she grunted to him in a desperate plea.

"Fuuuahaahh... fuck! Oh god, yes. Fuck me!"

She rolled over onto the mouse, wrapping arms and legs around him before rolling them both once again and holding him down against her. Of course the equally orgasm stricken male had no complaints about this whatsoever, and though still locked inside his shorts his cock thrust and humped urgently at the otter's own clutching, gushing, fabric clad crotch. They were so busy, so overwhelmed with their pleasure as they whimpered and clung together and began to feverishly make out between loud orgasmic moans, neither one of them noticed the red-masked corgi scooping up the forgotten briefcase and darting away with it before anyone else could come upon the writhing, cumming, humping pair.

The third briefcase went to the reds too, bringing them two-one ahead, but round four went to the blues. This left round five as the decider, and both teams had the same plan for how to emerge victorious.

The announcer counted down. The shutters rose from their home bases, and both teams of five bolted forward en masse in a single frontal assault upon the area where the briefcase was secured. Barely thirty seconds later paintballs were flying wildly, and figures were dropping screaming howling in ecstasy to the floor. The red team's zebra bellowed as an already cumming collie dragged down his shorts and wrapped his muzzle around the tip of the equine male's huge, impressively spurting cock. The blue's fox got hit by the spray of a paintball which struck their tigress team leader, and as their mind reeled, their body driven to the heights of arousal by the minimal paint in contact with their skin without actually pushing them over the edge, they held up their gun and launched a volley which struck two more members of the red team before finally they were tagged squarely on one arm.

Soon the labyrinth-like warehouse was ringing with the cries of pleasure as eight bodies writhed and climaxed and in most cases found themselves wrapped up in the arms, the legs and the nether regions of their fellow competitors. The pedestal at the centre of the complex stood empty though, and between cutting back to the fallen, orgasmically helpless majority of both teams the cameras focused on the chase between the solitary remaining member of the red and blue teams.

The corgi knew that the otter was right behind her, but she also knew that the corridor which led back to her base was far too long for her to get down without being hit. Thus she ducked back into the maze of passageways trying to lose her tail. Time and time again she heard paintballs splatter against the wall directly behind her as she darted around a corner, and repeatedly she fired blindly back over her shoulder only to hear and giggle of triumph some moments later as the otter continued to give chase utterly free from paint. For almost five full minutes she tried to extend her lead from the otter, but to no avail. Something had to give. Something had to change or they could just keep on running like this until the time ran out and they had to reset for a tie-breaker all over again.

Racing around the next corner, the otter's eyes bulged as she saw the corgi no longer running. Instead the other team's single remaining player stood in the centre of the corridor with the briefcase held in front of their chest like a shield, and the point of their gun peering out from behind it. They opened fire simultaneously, and as six or seven paintballs hit the otter across her modest and thus bra-less chest she aimed low, striking at the corgi's short but vulnerable legs with a trio of paintballs that were no less devastating in their effects.

They tumbled to the floor, shrieking, thrashing, flooding their already damp and stained blue and red shorts respectively with their bodies' uncontrolled orgasmic rapture once again. To the otter's horror though as she stared up and searched the immediate vicinity for the corgi, hoping that maybe she'd want to sixty-nine with her a little and suck on her clit while the pleasure was at its absolute highest, she didn't see the dog lying on her back and thrashing as she was. Instead she saw the other woman with the briefcase clutched in one hand, dragging herself slowly but surely along the floor as she grunted, whimpered and climaxed uncontrollably. Juices were running down the corgi's legs as she saturated the fabric of her shorts, but still she was using them to propel her forward where she lay. To push her inch by inch, foot by foot closer towards her team's base, no matter the intensity of the euphoria currently crashing over her.

"Oohh god... please..."

The corgi whined as she pulled herself closer and closer to home, cumming, desperate to surrender entirely and just bury her hands between her legs, begging herself to let her press that briefcase between her legs and just hump its smooth, firm edges to endless rapture. She dragged herself around one corner, then another until suddenly she could see her home base up ahead. But just as she began to pull herself along that final stretch of land, she felt a hand wrap around her foot. Her eyes bulged, her head turned, and she shrieked not in frustration but in pure delight as she felt the otter pulling herself up against the canine's shorter, more stocky form. Before she knew it a hand was on her ass, tugging down the back of her soaked shorts. Soon that single garment was around her thighs, being dragged down inch by inch, then at her knees, her ankles and... she rolled over onto her back, howling as the otter pressed her face between her legs and began to feast on the gushing, squirting pussy which was begging to be toyed with. The corgi's legs clamped down around the otter's face. She clutched the briefcase to her chest, refusing to surrender it as the other woman made her cum harder and harder, over and over again with gurgles of blissful delight as the otter drank down the dog's juices while feverishly masturbating between her own legs with both trembling hands.

Whether it was the otter's plan or not, neither woman noticed the time passing by. Neither woman thought about victory any longer despite the corgi clinging to the briefcase that would seal her team's triumphant passage to the next round. All they could do was cling to one another, gurgling and grunting and trembling and cumming, until a klaxon sounded as the round timed out. But even then, even as the corgi saw figures surrounding them and felt a member of the production team gently teasing the briefcase from her paws, she couldn't bring herself to care. Indeed only when she and the otter were led into the showers together and rinsed off did they realise what had happened, and by that point they were too overwhelmed, too relaxed and blissed-out by the sheer length of pleasure they had endured together to truly care.

The two women stumbled from the shower to the full body blow-dryers together, blushing and smiling bashfully at their competitor and now lover, too. They stood in the full force of the dryer's gusting heat, and called out to one another over its rushing air as they saw the rest of their teams already getting geared up once again in another room beyond, ready for the tie-break round that would follow soon after.

"Hey... after we're done filming today, do you wanna go grab some dinner?"

The corgi giggled as the otter cried out to her, and nodded happily.

"I'd like that, yeah! My... uh, my name is Sandra, by the way. What's yours?!"

Yelling over the rushing hot air surrounding them and beaming as they looked at one another's fluffy, puffed out fur clad bodies, the two women reached out and shook hands as they solidified their date.

"I'm Bailey! Pleased to meet you. And... um... no hard feelings for when we kick your ass."

Smirking as she heard the otter's teasing comment, the corgi stepped closer to the other woman, rose up on her tip-toes and planted a gentle kiss on her muzzle alongside a growl of delight.

"Oh... I think I'm gonna like you. Big O or no Big O, I'm gonna like you a lot!"

By Jeeves

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