Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The stands in the large arena were alive with the celebration and excitement for the event. The Super Smash Booty tournament, or simply the S.S.B. as it was often referred to, was a test of skill, strength, stamina, and the highest celebrated and viewed sporting event in all the lands. It was a time when warriors got together to put it all on the line and bare all as they all competed for the number one spot which meant a hefty reward of cash, a request within possibility to be granted, and the... 'Respect' of the losers so to speak. As well as one secret prize to be gifted upon the winner.
In all honesty the S.S.B was a game of all of those things, but for those who would see it for the first time, it was quite a shock to find out that the Super Smash Booty tournament was one that pitted the sexual abilities of the contenders against one another. The two, or even more for certain half-time and other break events, would be expected to chase down, subdue, and fuck the opponent into submission. The event was timed, and each orgasm was announced thoroughly by an explosive sound and a flashing aura that would escape certain areas of the body if not cover them entirely, and each orgasm was considered a knock out. There was a meter below that showed a percentage of sensitivity, a sort of clue for the audience to see just how close the games were, starting at 0% and maxing out at 300% where mere touches might set off the fighter. Items of all kinds were dropped here and there, some less subtle sex toys and some objects of enhancement or hindering, some even powerful items were spawned to help the fighters in their quest to become the best and dominate all others.
"Welcome one and all!" the deep and dramatically voiced announcer spoke over the entire arena and area surrounding it through speakers all over the stadium, "to the Super Smaaaaaaaaash Booty tournament!!!" he called out throughout the stadium. "This year has all sorts of new fighters entering this time around and so there are bound to be many surprises for new and old spectators alike!" he shouted climactically.
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Deep within the stadium that held the various arenas featured in the tournament was a large and extravagant locker room. It was in pristine condition with many amenities to the point it was as much a green room as it was a locker room, with plenty of showers, a lounging area, and anything they could ask for. It was a relaxation and preparation room, one all of the fighters came back to to gather themselves up for the next match, and to play around if they so wished. At the same time it came with enough space that each fighter coul
Inside, most of the combatants gathered, prepping themselves and just relaxing before the beginning of the tournament.
"Alright!" Shouted Tifa Lockhart, punching a red gloved fist into her other hand in a show of confidence, "you ready to get fucked stupid Samus?" Tifa grinned at her own crude comment.
The first match of the tournament was always played up for the day though the rest of the fights were kept a secret until they actually were about to start. As such, though none of the other fighters knew who would be fighting who, the headline match of veteran Samus VS. the newcomer Tifa was widely advertised and known to the public.
It was moments later that the announcer blared over the speakers, the large screens in the room displaying the live footage of the arena. It would be time for the two combatants to head out soon. A different announcer came on through every room to notify everyone there was about ten minutes to start, and for the participants to find their waiting room. On cue, a panel appeared from the floor, raising up from a circle in the bare corner with a light coming up from it.
The dark haired girl turned to her opponent and offered her hand to shake, "lets have a good match" she said in an honest display of sportsmanship.
Tifa turned to the circle of light and walked into it and suddenly she watched the world around her stretch into another scenery instantly. Suddenly, Tifa was in her own private room which had cool air and a nice area to sit with screens flooding the room, showing the stadium, the crowds, and most importantly the arena -- it was a simple arena with three platforms inside the stadium, but one that could morph into a replica of any landscape. The room was a little waiting room, and her opponent, Samus would get her own on the other side of the stadium. It was a room meant for fighters to have some time to themselves, to prepare be it a drink of water to getting out an easy orgasm or two if desired, anything to ready the combatants.
"Welcome to the first round of the Super Smash Booty Tournament!" The announcer boomed, "This year's first round is a classic here to show one of our newest fighters!"
"She joined us for the first time only last year" the announcer started, "an underdog who climbed her way high up the ladder before just barely taking a stunning defeat!" he spoke as images of Tifa's loss forebodingly flashed over the big screens, showing the dark haired brunette taking a pounding just last year. "She's back again this year and you all know she'll be taking the title this time around!" he hyped, "but first thing's first... She'll have to prove her claim to fame starting here!" a loud, long cheer erupted through the massive audience before the announcer roared again.
"It's Tifa Lockhart!!!"
The panel at the front of the room activated and glowed just like in the community locker room for all combatants did. Standing up, determination in her eyes, Tifa strode through the room and stepped upon the panel. Once again she could see the very space around her distort and warp as she found herself instantly in another space that formed from the warped vision. The panel disappeared completely and Tifa was revealed.
A tall woman, though nothing compared to her towering opponent. Her body was tight and toned with a thin, flat waist yet a curved form that lead down to generous hips and up to her most prominent feature - her incredible chest that strained the white fabric of her top that exposed her fit midriff. She wore a black leather skirt held up by suspenders, the straps pushed aside by her ample breasts. Tifa's hands were covered in thick, red, fingerless gloves that matched her boots, with black arm warmers worn up passed her elbows with a plate of armor covering the right one. Her long brown hair swayed in the wind as she pumped her fist, striking a pose for the stadium of patrons cheering her on as she awaited her opponent to spawn in as well.
In all honesty the S.S.B was a game of all of those things, but for those who would see it for the first time, it was quite a shock to find out that the Super Smash Booty tournament was one that pitted the sexual abilities of the contenders against one another. The two, or even more for certain half-time and other break events, would be expected to chase down, subdue, and fuck the opponent into submission. The event was timed, and each orgasm was announced thoroughly by an explosive sound and a flashing aura that would escape certain areas of the body if not cover them entirely, and each orgasm was considered a knock out. There was a meter below that showed a percentage of sensitivity, a sort of clue for the audience to see just how close the games were, starting at 0% and maxing out at 300% where mere touches might set off the fighter. Items of all kinds were dropped here and there, some less subtle sex toys and some objects of enhancement or hindering, some even powerful items were spawned to help the fighters in their quest to become the best and dominate all others.
"Welcome one and all!" the deep and dramatically voiced announcer spoke over the entire arena and area surrounding it through speakers all over the stadium, "to the Super Smaaaaaaaaash Booty tournament!!!" he called out throughout the stadium. "This year has all sorts of new fighters entering this time around and so there are bound to be many surprises for new and old spectators alike!" he shouted climactically.
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Deep within the stadium that held the various arenas featured in the tournament was a large and extravagant locker room. It was in pristine condition with many amenities to the point it was as much a green room as it was a locker room, with plenty of showers, a lounging area, and anything they could ask for. It was a relaxation and preparation room, one all of the fighters came back to to gather themselves up for the next match, and to play around if they so wished. At the same time it came with enough space that each fighter coul
Inside, most of the combatants gathered, prepping themselves and just relaxing before the beginning of the tournament.
"Alright!" Shouted Tifa Lockhart, punching a red gloved fist into her other hand in a show of confidence, "you ready to get fucked stupid Samus?" Tifa grinned at her own crude comment.
The first match of the tournament was always played up for the day though the rest of the fights were kept a secret until they actually were about to start. As such, though none of the other fighters knew who would be fighting who, the headline match of veteran Samus VS. the newcomer Tifa was widely advertised and known to the public.
It was moments later that the announcer blared over the speakers, the large screens in the room displaying the live footage of the arena. It would be time for the two combatants to head out soon. A different announcer came on through every room to notify everyone there was about ten minutes to start, and for the participants to find their waiting room. On cue, a panel appeared from the floor, raising up from a circle in the bare corner with a light coming up from it.
The dark haired girl turned to her opponent and offered her hand to shake, "lets have a good match" she said in an honest display of sportsmanship.
Tifa turned to the circle of light and walked into it and suddenly she watched the world around her stretch into another scenery instantly. Suddenly, Tifa was in her own private room which had cool air and a nice area to sit with screens flooding the room, showing the stadium, the crowds, and most importantly the arena -- it was a simple arena with three platforms inside the stadium, but one that could morph into a replica of any landscape. The room was a little waiting room, and her opponent, Samus would get her own on the other side of the stadium. It was a room meant for fighters to have some time to themselves, to prepare be it a drink of water to getting out an easy orgasm or two if desired, anything to ready the combatants.
"Welcome to the first round of the Super Smash Booty Tournament!" The announcer boomed, "This year's first round is a classic here to show one of our newest fighters!"
"She joined us for the first time only last year" the announcer started, "an underdog who climbed her way high up the ladder before just barely taking a stunning defeat!" he spoke as images of Tifa's loss forebodingly flashed over the big screens, showing the dark haired brunette taking a pounding just last year. "She's back again this year and you all know she'll be taking the title this time around!" he hyped, "but first thing's first... She'll have to prove her claim to fame starting here!" a loud, long cheer erupted through the massive audience before the announcer roared again.
"It's Tifa Lockhart!!!"
The panel at the front of the room activated and glowed just like in the community locker room for all combatants did. Standing up, determination in her eyes, Tifa strode through the room and stepped upon the panel. Once again she could see the very space around her distort and warp as she found herself instantly in another space that formed from the warped vision. The panel disappeared completely and Tifa was revealed.
A tall woman, though nothing compared to her towering opponent. Her body was tight and toned with a thin, flat waist yet a curved form that lead down to generous hips and up to her most prominent feature - her incredible chest that strained the white fabric of her top that exposed her fit midriff. She wore a black leather skirt held up by suspenders, the straps pushed aside by her ample breasts. Tifa's hands were covered in thick, red, fingerless gloves that matched her boots, with black arm warmers worn up passed her elbows with a plate of armor covering the right one. Her long brown hair swayed in the wind as she pumped her fist, striking a pose for the stadium of patrons cheering her on as she awaited her opponent to spawn in as well.
