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There were sports for every type of fan. Some favoured the chill of a hockey arena, some the rugged turf of a football field, while others preferred the sun-lanced warmth of a baseball stadium. Today a different type of fan had gathered, the young, the old, there was no demographic under-represented on the windswept sands of Kullino beach. The normally pristine sands were now a myriad mess of footprints and cabling. Several massive monitors dominated the landscape and only a thin trickle of surf was able to sneak beneath them. The screens faced out from the ocean, the glimmering water obscured to the eyes of the audience who had gathered, but they were not denied the sweet salty smell which wafted in the air.

"So let me get this straight."

"Yeah?"

"They get in the water..."

"Yeah."

"Then they start pretending to kill each other, but instead of actually kill--"

"Yeah"

"Don't interrupt!"

"Sorry." The small white mouse who had been only casually glancing towards the larger brown squirrel beside him finally looked away from the jumbo screen before them. His attention turned towards his companion and he flashed his best, 'I'm listening now, honest' smile.

"Right. So they aren't actually killing each other, they just blow their wad into the water and play dead?" The squirrel raised a brow as he finished his summary of the event slowly, as though rolling the idea around in his head even as he spoke.

"Unh, well... yeah, I suppose that's about right. I mean, when you say it like that it sounds kinda dumb, but--" the mouse began, but this time it was the squirrel's turn to interrupt.

"Shit. That's the best idea I've heard in awhile."

Their voices drifted into the background as Nev pushed her way through the crowd filing into the seats. It was the young seal's first event and she'd taken every precaution to ensure she arrived on time. Unfortunately the only precaution she'd failed to take, was one that would work, and now with fifteen minutes until the whistle blew the girl had only just arrived.

"Excuse me." "Pardon me." "Hey! Don't touch that!" Nev's meek attempts to reach the shoreline became more pronounced as the crowd thinned and the promise of escape drew closer. The first touch of cold, damp sand against her bare feet was like a hard slap from a trusted lover. The girl wiggled her toes, a chill running up her legs and sending a jolt of excitement searing through her spine and belly. When she dove into the water, the feeling was amplified; ever since she'd been little the seal's life had revolved around the water, and being submerged in it was as close to heaven as the girl cared to get.

Nev's body became a bullet with no need of a gun, her sleek grey form zipping forward powerfully. The thin sheath of muscles she had developed from a life of swimming was all but bare, only a thin yellow lycra tanktop and a matching tie-side bikini bottom maintaining her modesty. Ahead she could see the battlefield--or at least what passed for one--and her team-mates milling about, waiting for the fight to start. As she neared, the girl spun, her feet giving one last kick as she giggled out a frothing burst of bubbles which rose towards the sun dappled surface.

Nev glided to a stop beside a familiar seal, one of her hands catching the larger male's shoulder and giving it a playful tug. The male turned, his face encased in a molded plastic mask that did little to diminish the broad smile behind it. He didn't speak, but instead gestured towards a weighted container nearby; the tools of the trade waited within. In short order Nev was suited up, a single cylinder of compressed air resting against her back, black straps criss-crossing her waist and chest with a pair of thin black rubber tubes ensuring a steady flow of oxygen to her own molded mask. A long but edgeless blade was holstered against her outer thigh, and a harpoon gun with several pre-loaded shots held firmly in her hands.

"Thought you'd forgotten" the male who had guided her to the chest said, his eyes lingering on the young seal's body perhaps a little longer than they should.

"And miss out on watching you get your butt kicked, Liam? Not a chance!" When Nev giggled this time there were no bubbles, just a blush creeping across Liam's cheeks.

"W-We're on the same team, Nev" Liam stammered.

"Doesn't mean I can't enjoy watchin' that butt" Nev shot back immediately. The seal's hand nearly shot out to punctuate her comment with a pinch of the ass in question, but a sharp tone filling her mask stalled the girl.

"Attention! The battle will begin in 5... 4... 3..."

_ _ "Liam?"

"Yeah?"

_ "2..."_

_ _ "Got my back?"

"You know it, sugartits."

"1, begin!"

There was no grand ceremony beyond the short countdown. Up on the beach the monitors flickered to life, each fed by a series of cameras interspersed throughout the battle area. Every angle that could be caught, was caught, and every kill would be seen by a dozen unblinking eyes. Nev couldn't hear the hoots and hollers, but she had sat in enough audiences before joining the league herself to know there was a cacophony of them now filling the air above.

"Who're we fighting?" Nev asked. The bulk of her team-- a mix of female and male seals-- began to surge forward, though Nev and Liam hung back.

"Mice. We fought them last month. They aren't as bad as you'd think, but they need flippers so we have the advantage for maneuverability" Liam explained. When an opening in the mass of moving seals appeared, Liam pushed into it and Nev followed. The two friends stuck together even as garbled orders over their mask's comm. systems began to crackle in their ears. The team had fought together before countless times--save for Nev--and most of them knew their roles already. The younger fighters moved to the front, overtaking the older furs and providing a buffer that would allow the experience of the seasoned veterans to survive the initial confrontation.

Nev's feet began to kick harder as she pushed herself forward, over-taking several seals before finally meeting the pace of the pack leaders; Liam didn't miss a beat as he slid in beside her. Ahead lay the enemy, their bodies little more than blobs in the water at first, but as they drew closer Nev felt her heart begin to race; the thought of what was coming almost forced one of the girl's hands down between her own thighs, but the fear of disappointing Liam--or worse, being humiliated in front of him--was more than the girl could take! Her resolve became a structure protecting the small doubts she hid within it.

"Harpoons!"

They streaked through the water, nearly invisible but no less dangerous. The mice had fired earlier than the seals had expected, and as the first cries rang out in Nev's ears she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like when one struck her. A male beside her reared back as he clutched at a thin metal shaft protruding from his belly; the tip was blunt, but a particularly potent blend of water-insoluble adhesive and a chemical that caused a mass firing of localized nerves. The slain boy's body shook as he thrashed in the water, Nev forced to swim past him and continue forward. Though she couldn't see him, she could hear the instant the boy's cock erupted in a thick gush of cum.

"GRAAAAAGH!" the sound echoed in her ears, or perhaps the competing cries of cumming furs had begun to blur together. More seals fell out of formation, a female wearing a thin one-piece swimsuit kicking her feet helplessly as she moaned out into her mask, a harpoon jutting from between her breasts.

"FIRE!"

Nev was caught off guard by the sudden order blaring in her ear. The rest of her team had been anticipating it however, and even as their eliminated team-mates sunk to the sandy bottom below, the seals opened fire with a volley of their own. Thin streaks of bubbles were the only sign of the harpoon darts as they raced towards the approaching mice; like the seals, the more expendable team members had been placed at the front of the pack, tasked as meat shields for the veterans behind them. Nev lifted her weapon and fired, unable to track the movement of her harpoon with her eyes seconds after it had left the weapon, however. A white mouse was one of many to spin and thrash, and for a second Nev found herself hoping it had been her bolt which had struck him. The screams of the struck mice were hidden from the seals, but that didn't stop Nev from imagining them. The white mouse clutched helplessly at his spurting cock, his hips thrusting forward as her--as she continued to believe it was--harpoon bolt stuck out from his lower chest. A thin mist of white in front of his crotch was the visual extent of the boy's orgasm, and as it ebbed and dissipated, he too began to sink.

The cacophony of death cries and pleasured squeals accosting Nev through her comm set soon subsided into the heavy breathing of the survivors. There was no time to much save avoid the fallen as the remaining fighters pressed forward.

"Blades out" came the commander's blunt order. A fumbling instinct overtook Nev and her hand shot immediately to the small knife strapped to her leg. The harpoons were always the girl's favourite part of battle, that serene moment of nervous energy that endedt in either a cry of triumph or defeat. Now came the melee; it was a harder test of skill, and the girl had often found herself on the wrong end of her opponent's blade in training. The mice closed in, stiff cocks jostling in their skin-tight wetsuits and exhibitionist speedos.

Nev tucked her knees to her hips and spun in the water before propelling herself towards a soft looking female. The girl's body was snugly held in the embrace of a pink and white lycra wetsuit, her curves showing through the suit as though she were bare. For Nev there was a hideous moment of indecision as she eyed the pert swells of the girl's breasts, and the somewhat rounded expanse of her belly; the seal wrestled with her desire to see her opponent cum, and the desire to enjoy that body even a few seconds longer. The two collided with a muted thump as the water around them muffled the impact. There was no muting the look on the mouse's face as Nev found herself face to face with her would-be victim. The other girl's lips were pulled back in a wide grin, a dangerous slant to her brow betraying the girl's effort and concentration for the task at hand; Nev could only hope the same look of determination was staring back at the mouse.

The two girls arched and kicked at the water as they tumbled and spun, each seeking to be on top. The mouse's wetsuit gave little purchase for Nev's free paw as she tried to steer her opponent's body into a less protected position. The mouse's blade came within inches of cutting open one of Nev's air hoses, a soft gasp punctuating the sudden pit opening in the seal's belly; the near miss drove home the girl's perilous situation, and Nev could feel the burning need to win flare up in her thoughts and wash them away like a tsunami. A quick tuck of her body to the side helped the girl glide around a clumsy stab by the mouse and counterattack. The mouse's airhoses slid apart like butter, gushes of bubbles rushing from them as though chased by the devil himself.

"You're fish food" squealed Nev with delight, her laughter clear enough on her face that even the frantic mouse could spot it. As the mouse dove backwards, her paws grabbing for the flailing airtubes, the seal moved with her. Nev's hands slid over the defeated mouse's body, feeling those coveted tits with an almost bashful hesitation. There was no killing here, of course, and even as the mouse kicked her feet and gushed a messy climax through her suit, there was only pleasure and a touch of embarrassment on the girl's features. Nev watched as the mouse's mouth opened in a silent "Oh!" before her features scrunched together and she lost herself to the pleasures afforded to the fallen. Nev giggled once more, a seal nearby unnoticed as a mouse finished him off with a quick stab of his blade to the seal's belly. The boy's hips rocked forward and he spurted a thick stream of cum into the water, his grey wetsuit invisible against his natural skin colour.

Nev's victim was already a fading memory. The seal watched her sink for only a second before she turned to find a new opponent. Liam was nearby and with a moment of smug satisfaction Nev allowed herself to wonder if she might last longer than him. The seal was offered little respite, nearby another seal was meeting her end at the paws of a rather large male mouse. The girl-- her body hugged tightly by a lime green one piece--was stretched out as though she were trying to stand on her tiptoes. The mouse was tucked into a crouch, floating several inches below her as he stared up at her, one paw on her belly. Most importantly, however, were the severed airhoses fluttering uselessly around the girl's mask. Her hands met the male's shoulders and in that moment they danced a familiar dance; her body shook with pleasure and his with tension and then she came. Nev was certain she caught the girl's shriek on her comm's, and the sound only heated up the young seal's loins as much as it did her resolve.

As she rushed towards the pair, the mouse saw her coming. A quick movement of his weapon tucked it under the collar of the swimsuit worn by the girl he'd slain. The weapons weren't sharp, but it was enough to tear the taut lycra and as the girl sank, she did so with her swimsuit in tatters around her exposed form. The mouse's black briefs were stretched lewdly with his hard cock trapped within them as he turned to face the oncoming seal. 'would it be so bad to lose to him?' she thought briefly before dashing the traitorous desires from her mind. She would avenge her team-mate and watch that fat cock spray out its impotent seed.

This time when the two divers collided there was no contest. Nev tumbled back, her feet kicking against the force pushing her away from the smirking male's larger frame. Two harpoons zipped through the water dangerously close to where the seal was, and as she twisted to face her opponent she saw at least one of those harpoons strike a black and white furred mouseboy right in the chest. He arched back, arms and legs spreading as his cry no doubt filled the ears of his team-mates. Viscious cum clouded in front of his tented swimsuit as his hips arched up; even as the mouse succumbed, the seal he'd been fighting slit open the defeated mouse's airhose just to be certain. The risk of getting struck by an errant harpoon was a constraint strain on Nev's burgeoning lust. She had fought in training battles using live weapons before, and never before had she felt anything quite as explosive as an orgasm caused by one of the chemical-laced weapons.

The mouse was not going to wait for Nev to finish her flushed contemplations, however. He moved forward, a broad arm sweeping out to try and catch the young seal in a bearhug that would certainly have ended their little fight quickly. Once again Nev used her speed to skirt around her larger opponent. Nearby she Liam grappling with a mouse who looked to be about his size. The two were pressed close, their hard cocks rubbing needfully against one another as they wrestled over the same blade. Nev barely registered her friend's plight as the mouse she was fighting spun to try and follow her quick movements. Her blade shot out and had it been real it'd have certainly drawn blood. The painless slash which connected with the male's shoulder only drew a spasmed thrust of the boy's hips though, his cock seeming to grow a little harder in his black speedo.

The mouse's paws closed around Nev as she tried to pull back from the ineffective slash, her eyes widening and the mouse's grin doing the same; the male's eyes said it all, she was caught and they both knew it. Twisting Nev around, the mouse's arms clamped around her body. The unmistakable firmness of his dick pressed into the girl's lower back as he squeezed her tightly against him. Nev's body squirmed in protest, but the grip only grew tighter. The air in Nev's lungs tried to escape but found it had nowhere to go, so simply sat in her lungs growing heavy. Despite all of this, Nev could feel her pussy flaring with an awkward heat; was he going to finish her!?

Just in front of her, Nev could see Liam lose his battle as well. The mouse he'd been fighting pressed his feet firmly into Liam's belly and used them as leverage to pry the tiring seal away. The mouse grabbed the blade and that was it for her friend; it was a simple matter for the mouse to plant it squarely into Liam's belly, a move that had the boy howling with surprise and pent up desire.

"ARRRRGH!"

Nev could hear it over her comm's, the look on Liam's face exciting her fluttering belly and heated loins. The victorious mouse simply tucked and moved around the thrashing seal, caressing his body before tugging the defeated seal's swimsuit down. Misty cum spurted into the water, Liam's proud shaft spilling its load impotently into the water even as he clutched at the blade still pressed into his belly. The mouse gave one last playful stroke of Liam's cheek before the seal was left to sink, shamed and vanquished, but still satisfied in some darkly self-deprecating way. The mouse didn't spare Liam a second glance as he turned and darted back towards the fray, but Nev had no choice to watch as she struggled against the mouse who held her. Liam's arms and legs drifted upwards as he sank, his cock still achingly hard as it jutted up from his hips almost comically.

Then it was over; Liam was gone. Forgetting herself for a second, Nev actually giggled breathlessly before remembering her own plight. It had only taken seconds to watch Liam meet his end, but the mouse had not halted in his attack. Taking the seal's lack of fight to mean he had already disabled her, the mouse released his prey. Nev sucked in the stale air from her tank desperately, relishing the almost immediate relief of her lungs as she did. The mouse grabbed for her shoulders, spinning her on the spot before using her as a push-off point to shoot himself several feet higher in the water. There was no time to question what he had in mind, Nev's arms moving up to try and stop him but the force of his push keeping her off-balance and helpless to stop the thighs which closed around her neck.

The mouse's large cock pressed against the girl's muzzle, her mask pushed firmly inwards against her face as she struggled and tore at the legs which held her; was he toying with her? The possibility was a deathblow to the girl's confidence and as she struggled and kicked her feet, the mouse looked down from his higher vantage and spoke. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she could see his mouth moving. Nev was no lip-reader, but she knew 'Goodbye' when she saw it. There was no time to do anything save accept the inevitable. The mouse's thighs tightened for a brief second, and though this time they didn't cut off her air, it was more than enough to keep her defenseless. The mouse's blade snuck between her mask and his own bare fur, and before she knew it both of her airtubes had been slit!

Her final moments in the battle were a frantic tableau of shifting images and emotions for Nev. She clutched at her mask as the male's legs unwrapped themselves from her neck and shoulders. Air bubbles burbled from her severed airtubes, though no water rushed into her mask. Instead a sickly sweet smell filled Nev's nostrils, the air still breathable but now tainted with something else. An internal pocket within the mask had been programmed to rupture at the moment the mask's air supply was severed and with the air it released, came a gaseous form of the same chemical which coated the weapons.

"AIIIIE!" Nev had no choice but to shriek out an instinctive deathcry as the gas filled her lungs and sent pulsing waves of pleasure through her spasming body. She was dimly aware of the large male who had defeated her still floating nearby, watching. As the seal's legs kicked and her hips rolled in time to the pounding heartbeats which threatened to tear themselves from her chest, she found herself hoping he was enjoying the show. Nev's trim belly, bared between the gap of her bikini bottoms and tanktop stretched and arched forward as though inviting the male to appreciate it; instead, he planted his blade right into the 'dying' girl's bellybutton as though it were a bullseye!

Nev came almost immediately. The knots in her belly were destroyed by that stab and the floodgates of her lust were unleashed. The girl's thoughts became a whitewashed cavalcade of pleasure that had her moaning out helplessly into her mask. Nev could feel the heat in her cheeks reach a crescendo as the mouse's paws trailed down along her body, stopping at her hips and tugging the knotted sides which held her bottoms on. She could feel every second of him removing them, leaving her exposed and even hornier! The sounds over her comms as the battle continued despite her loss blurred into static in Nev's ears, finally tuned out as she felt her muscles give one last kick before seizing up; it was over, she was dead!

The girl's blush remained fastened to her cheeks as the mouse gave her body one last longing look before releasing her. The yellow briefs he'd claimed from her were tucked in his speedo, a trophy to enjoy later. Before darkness took her, Nev could feel herself sink and eventually come to rest across the body of another fallen fighter. She sighed, regretting only that she would have to wait until the next match to do it all again.

Fitful dreams wracked the girl before she finally awoke again. The sun was drooping in the sky, trying its best to resist the urge to rest beyond the horizon; inevitably it would lose that battle and night would come, but for now the air was emboldened by the orange warmth the sun cast off.

Nev's eyes blinked as she looked up towards the dusk-tinted sky. The soft feeling of flesh beneath her had the girl squirming almost immediately, but her muscles refused to listen.

"Sorry, girly. Seems you got a double dose. It won't hurt ya, but it's gonna take a while for your muscles to wake back up." The voice was unfamiliar, but Nev wasn't nearly cognizant enough to care.

Beneath her lay several other bodies, and she could feel at least one hard shaft pressed against her side; she was in a bodypile! The gentle rocking movements of the world around her, and the sound of the surf told her she was likely on a boat. The cleanup crew had begun to dredge the battlefield, pulling the slain fighters from the water and collecting them like deadwood. Embarrassment flared for the briefest of seconds before Nev allowed herself to drift back to sleep amongst the wet, but warm bodies of mice and seal alike.

Indeed there was a sport for everyone. But right then and there, Nev knew she had found herself. It wasn't the chill of a hockey arena that ignited her spirit, nor the peaceful calm of a golf course, and it certainly wasn't the expansive pitch of a soccer field. No, here, amongst the cool waters and hot bodies the girl found where she belonged.