Splatoon: The Big Game

This has been a long time coming, but getting the votes to do it pushed me over the edge to finish! This is based on art from https://twitter.com/rchammer5/status/1234927886366363650 , who just had so much character I felt the need to draw them having some fun. With a few fan suggestions, settled on the idea of one male inkling ends up against a whole team due to a bad connection (Nintendo internet, am I right?).

For those who don’t know Splatoon, there’s not a lot to know that isn’t obvious. Splatfests/turf war is a paintball style sport where you want to paint as much ground in your color as possible. It’s played by squid kids (inklings) and more recently octolings (octopus people) and it’s just a super trendy thing for people to play and invest in. Of course everyone here is aged up to legal levels, but it’s hard to tell with future ink monsters anyway.

The Splatfest was designed to settle once and for all which was better: red checkers or black. It was still fairly early in the competition, so the matchups were a little all over the place in terms of skill levels.

Seph didn’t expect to get too far with his team of friends. They were in it to have fun, so they didn’t sweat it too hard with training or buying the expensive custom gear. It was a simple but zany premise that made the sport so popular; the various inklings and octolings on both teams would shoot as much ink as they could across the battlefield. They could pop each other to make them respawn, but the real goal was the turf war. Whoever spread the most of their color across the ground before time was up won.

“Okay, gang! We got this!” Seph encouraged his teammates. They gave a cheer back as they stepped onto the teleporter. There was a quick flash and Seph found himself on their starting point. He pumped his ink-loaded squirt gun and looked to his teammates… only to find three blinking holographic messages around him.

“Connection error!?” Seph blurted out. “Stupid cheap teleporter wifi!”

He checked the app on his phone in the few seconds before the match; the other team still had their full lineup of four against his one. He sighed dejectedly and brushed back his long blue tentacle-hair back from his face. The match was going to be a blowout, so he might as well get some participation credits as long as he was here.

“Ooh, did you see that, Pearl? Three quarters of the Team Splashdown didn’t make the jump. Team Wavemakers was already the favorites after their performance last season.”

“Oh this’ gonna be a real fish fry, Marina. It’s hard to come back from a teleporter jam, and it’s not that uncommon with the new sponsors.”

The stars of Off the Hook were announcing over every official league match, their voices playing over televisions all over the world as well as the speakers over Seph’s head.

“What’s that?” Pearl went on. “The director’s saying to ixnay on the onsorspay. What is that? Sea pig Latin?”

“Lucky we don’t have any onsorspays around. They sound scary. And the countdown for the match is all ready to go!”

The chimes were followed by a buzzer and Seph took off, blasting the blue ink from his pistol everywhere he could. He at least knew the basics, and that meant painting around your base for some fast points.

He quickly recognized the location as the Blackbelly Skate Park. It was a series of raised walls and slopes that provided a fair amount of cover as long as he stayed out of the open areas like the half-pipes and emptied pools.

He made some decent headway, trying to move quickly and quietly around the battlefield. He was hoping to just score some points and get out, but he heard some rapid sputtering from another player’s splatling gun around the corner.

“I’m not taking my chances,” he decided. It didn’t really hurt getting splatted; less than being hit by a paintball, considering a large portion of his body was technically ink already. It just meant more respawn time as the teleporter brought him back to base. He focused on shrinking himself down, and like any other inkling, he turned himself into a full blown, chibi-looking squid that dunked into his trail of ink. He wove through the path of blue, eluding his would-be opponent as he looked for another prime target to ink up instead.

He didn’t expect another girl from the other team to hurry around the corner, sending a burst of red ink into his path. He stopped short just as she stepped on top of him, slipping on his slick body as they both went tumbling to the ground.

She was a tan octoling with reddish purple tentacles for hair. She wore a sailor-style uniform top with some snug shorts that failed to even cover half her thighs. She was particularly bottom-heavy, a wide ass and legs proving much wider than the rest of her. Her thick rubber boots stepped forward as she carefully brandished her splatbrella. A thick set of headphones were nestled between her tentacles, a faint tune coming from behind the earpieces.

“It looks like we’ve got first contact!” Marina announced overhead. “Seph from the blue team has run into Wayla from the reds!”

“Are you sure? I don’t see Seph down… oh there we go! Just had to look lower.”

“Guess he was lucky to get flattened rather than splatted…”

Seph gave some muffled shouts, but he found himself flat on his back with his face buried up Wayla’s thick ass. He could already imagine himself popping up on Gootube in someone's review video. He instinctively grabbed and pushed at her booty, feeling his fingers sinking into her meaty buns.

"Oh gosh! I didn't see you there!" Wayla blurted as she tried to get back to her feet. She stuck her splatbrella's head into the ground to boost herself back up, letting Seph suck down an eager breath.

“No harm no foul. It happens,” he wheezed, briefly glad that he had no bones to break. He saw that his gun had been tossed aside in the mayhem and was about to scramble after it when Wayla suddenly sat back down. The octoling’s meaty hips smacked back down on his lap, pinning him to the ground.

“Actually,” she chimed, a bit of faint blush crossing her tanned cheeks. “Maybe you shouldn’t go after that just yet.”

She started to grind her hips, making her thick and tan booty rub over his crotch. His erection started up immediately, nestling between her big brown cheeks.

“What the heck’s she doing?” Pearl called from the announcer’s booth. “Wayla has Seph pinned, but she’s not trying to finish him off!”

“It’s a new strategy I’ve seen going around,” Marina pointed out. “They call it binding. When you outnumber or gang up on an opponent, it can be more practical AND tactical to trap them rather than splat them. Since he’d just respawn and keep inking up the map in a few seconds, this prevents him from scoring anything while the rest of the team goes extra thick on the ink.”

“Wow! That’s a real hot… I mean, ‘crafty’ strategy!”

“Whatever keeps them distracted. And wow! The normally modest Wayla ups the ante!”

The thick octoling took the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down to reveal her big jiggling ass and thighs. Seph gasped as she did the same with his shorts and plopped her ass back down, this time swallowing up the smaller squidboy’s dick between her cheeks.

“Ah~! Sorry! They just said we had to keep you busy while the others scored!” Wayla rambled modestly, even as she bounced her booty up and down on his shaft. The jiggling coming from all sides of his cock had Seph grunting and squirming beneath her, but unable to put in any real effort towards escaping. His brain was listening to his dick as he squeezed her cheeks together, rubbing them around his hardon. It was hard for Seph to think about the score when he was scoring in an entirely different way.

“Oh my gosh!” Wayla panted as his cock pushed through her buns and poked at her asshole. It finally pushed into the tight hole on the bottomheavy octoling, an even heavier groan escaping the smaller player’s lips. Wayla twitched which just made her butthole clench around his cock, squeezing and tugging on him until he couldn’t hold out any longer. Seph found his hands slapping against her ass, making the big butt wobble in a final ripple of pleasure. Wayla shuddered, making his cock switch as he shot a load of warm, wet ink inside her.

“Ha! Looks like Seph just splatted in his own way!” Pearl cackled overhead as Seph slumped back to the floor of the arena. Wayla blushed harder and pursed her lips as she slid off his cock, a trickle of white running down her meaty thighs.

“Okay, I think that’s long enough,” the octoling muttered. She grabbed her splatbrella and aimed it back at him, but Seph was too lost in his orgasmic haze to care. “That was… kinda nice, but I’m gonna get back to… oh. One more thing.”

Wayla grabbed the witless Seph’s shorts and yanked them off his legs entirely. “Won’t be needing these any time soon.”

The inkling boy gave her a puzzled look before there was a burst of colorful ink and he felt himself pop out of existence.

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It was all part of the game, of course. He respawned back at his base, checking his map just long enough to see that they were kicking his butt out there. Not only did they outnumber him, but he’d spent the last few minutes buttfucking one of their teammates.

“Okay, seriously gotta focus,” he told himself. He took a step off his spawn pad when he felt a very distinct breeze on his delicates. He looked down to see what Wayla had meant; he was missing his shorts with his still-hard erection out in the open air. His shoes, shirt and the hair clip counted as equipment for his respawn, but not his pants.

“Oh, come on!” he objected. Realizing that complaining wouldn’t help, he just ran off and started painting the arena in his team color. The Wavemakers had moved deep into his turf, so it wasn’t long before he ran into another. In fact, he ran face-first into her tits.

The next member of the Wavemakers was another inkling, her hair-tentacles grown long before being cut neatly off at the tips. It left them resting on her outthrust breasts, the soft orbs swinging softly beneath her black sweater and almost twice the size of the short male’s head. A loose undershirt poked out from beneath her sweater and some tight black leggings hugged her curvy ass. She lugged a slosher in one hand, the decked-out paint bucket making for a devastating weapon at mid-range.

“Uh oh! Looks like Seph found Chutoro!” Marina noted over the loudspeaker.

“That girl’s a straight-up splatter! Highest eliminations on her team last season! This doesn’t look good for shrimpy out there!”

“Pearl, I thought we agreed you can’t say that word on the air…”

“Why?! Some of my best friends are shrimp!”

“But I thought I was your best friend!”

Back on the field, Seph frantically raised his weapon. He popped off a few globs of ink, but the busty girl moved shockingly fast. She sidestepped him and shoved her slosher over his barrel, blocking his shots before twisting it around. She nimbly disarmed her opponent before swinging her hi-tech pail so that it flew out of his hands and across the battlefield, sliding way out of reach along a trail of ink.

“Nice try, squirt!” the purple-haired inkling taunted. Chutoro glanced down at his lap and flashed a fanged grin. “Looks like the others found you too, huh?”

“Yea, uh… Wayla,” he admitted sheepishly, blushing at her gaze. He held up his hands in surrender, seeing he was way outclassed in this matchup. “So can you just splat me and get this over with?”

“Oh what’s the rush?” Chutoro purred. She stepped up to him and thrust out her chest, shoving Seph into the nearest wall. He was pinned with his face in between her breasts, holding himself steady with his hands on her rack. He found his cock caught between her leggings, her meaty thighs rubbing gently around his erection.

“Looks like the Wavemakers shared the same strategy,” Pearl pointed out. “Fuck their opponent silly while the team paints the town red!”

“Or their respective team color.”

Chutoro grinned impishly at the cornered Seph as she grabbed her top, pulling it up over her head. Her tentacles flopped back down onto her bared tits as she cupped and shoved them into his face, bullying his head around with her boobs.

“Don’t tell me you don’t wanna spend a little time with these beauties,” the flirty girl teased. Seph’s face was far too red to argue otherwise as his dick started to leak precum down her dark leggings. Chutoro’s smile widened as she pulled on his tentacles, lifting his head so she could press her lips into an aggressive kiss. His legs squirmed from the sudden smooch, which only rubbed his dick around between her tightly clenching legs. Before long he was moaning into the purple-haired opponent as he humped her legs.

“There’s a good boy,” she purred as she parted her lips from his for another mocking smile. She boosted her breasts up higher, the orbs spreading across his face as he found himself smothered beneath them. One of her hard, broad nipples forced itself into his mouth and he was too aroused to keep himself from sucking on it. The turf war seemed to be the last thing on his mind right now as the more aggressive player had her fun with him.

He was light headed from breathing nothing but her sweaty cleavage when he shot his load behind her, squirting through her thighs that were tightly wrapped around his dick. He sighed weakly and found himself crumbling to the floor as soon as Chutoro backed off enough to let him.

“Well that was easy!” she laughed gleefully. “You’re lucky you’re a quick shot or I might have had you there the whole match.”

“Uh… thanks?” Seph muttered uncertainly. Chutoro smirked at him and tugged her sweater back on, grabbing her weapon once it was back on.

“Whatever. See ya soon, loser!” She upturned her slosher over his head, popping him back to his spawn.

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The bottomless boy didn’t waste any time before turning into a squid, shooting off through the trails of ink he’d left behind. The sad state was that he couldn’t get too far like that, many of his painted areas being taken over by the Wavemakers’ interfering ink. He tried to avoid where he’d encountered the last two, hoping they’d be too busy cleaning up his mess to come after him that quickly. Of course, that still left the other two opponents…

A sudden barrage of inky balls shot by right in front of him. Seph stopped short, but the high-pressure shots knocked his weapon out of his hand again. “Oh not again! No no no!” he rambled as he ran after it, just to get grabbed from behind. He squeaked as he was lifted off his feet in a big soft bearhug.

The next girl was a short inkling (while still a little taller than Seph) with a pale and flabby look, her gut and thighs almost swallowing up her shorts completely. She wore a mostly unbuttoned rain jacket with a sports-bra like top underneath, exposing a lot of her broad cleavage. Her blue tentacles were cut into thin strands, giving her a pair of pigtails that spread out like pompoms behind the goggles around her forehead. A large and heavy splatling gun was held in one hand, apparently not much trouble for the equally similarly bulky player to wield.

“Well well! Look what we got here!” the chubby inkling chimed. Seph quickly turned into a squid to try and get away, but she grabbed him in one fist before he could escape. The boy sighed and turned back to his humanoid shape.

“And here comes Orka, the clean sweeper coming in from the rear!” Pearl exclaimed.

“I thought Seph was the one cumming in the rear when he met Wayla…” Marina pondered ditzily.

“Looks like you know the deal,” Orka said as she set aside her gun. The blue-haired inkling felt up Seph’s crotch, his tired erection perking right back up. “Well how about I cut you a deal? No way you’re winning the match, so we’ll have a little fun.”

She took her splatling gun and fired off a quick burst around her, creating a ring of ink that would cut off any easy escape. She tossed it aside and dropped Seph before pulling down her snug shorts, exposing her heavy curves.

“I’ll finish you off once you make me cum. How’s that sound?” the pale girl offered. By setting any stakes at all, it was honestly a better offer than the others. Seph swallowed and decided to give it his best.

He stepped up to Orka and ran his hands up her chest. He slid his fingers under her sports bra and squeezed her plump jugs, getting the bigger girl to purr in delight. She wrapped her hand around his hips, pulling him into her plump gut. She was just as strong as he’d suspected by how easily she’d been handling her splatling gun and how firmly she held him against her.

Seph’s hard cock rubbed against her soft belly as he managed to push up her top and freeing her bobbing breasts. The short but heavy Orka purred at his foreplay as she raised her leg, leaning into him to squash him against the wall. The pinned boy grunted as her plump figure pinned him to the wall and guided her pussy to his cock, grinding into him aggressively as her soft body wobbled against him. Her jiggly figure proved incredibly enjoyable as her rippling added pleasant extra waves of softness, especially around his dick whenever she humped into him. Her flesh slapped against his as she rode his dick against the wall, forcing him to support her as she helped him plow her harder.

“Ooh yea~! Just like that! Fuck it deeper, little man,” she encouraged as she humped Seph into the wall. He just moaned and ran his hands along her gut and boobs as he leaned weakly against the wall, letting her ride him to her heart’s content. It was to his own satisfaction as well as his numbed body suddenly twitched and squirted more of his inky cum inside her. He moaned witlessly as he leaned against her tits, resting himself there as he drooled over her.

“Well somebody’s havin’ fun!” Orka teased as she kept riding his rod. “Little too much for ya? Well almost done.”

Orka turned around, letting him briefly slump against the wall before the chubby inkling mashed her hips back against him. Her pale booty slapped against his lap as she rammed his cock into her pussy (or technically vice versa). She humped her hips rapidly against him, biting her lip as she made him plow her from behind. All he could do was reach around to clutch at her belly, squeezing it for leverage as she fucked him silly. Her big figure tensed and shuddered against him, squirting a warm wave of cum over his shaft.

“Ooh, there’s a good boy,” she chimed with a coy smile over her shoulder. She finally stood back upright, leaving his cum trickling out of her as she picked up her gun. “I’d love to snuggle, but a deal’s a deal. You ready for your trip back home?”

Seph nodded dizzily, barely able to think straight after the sexual marathon that was this match. There was a wave of color across his vision before he popped back into his spawn point.

“Okay! No more waiting around,” he insisted as he got his rubbery legs under control. “I’m getting some points out of this if it kills me! Or… gets me laid again…” He shook his head and charged out with more focus than ever. He painted up a few areas, creating spots for him to hide or swim through in his squid form. He wove around the other girls until he made a dive for cover off another ledge. He didn’t look far enough ahead in the spur of the moment, splashing into a belly flop into a mess of enemy ink.

“Gotcha!” a slightly muffled and echoey voice boomed over him. He found himself grabbed by the color and hoisted several feet into the air.

The last inkling wore even less than her teammates. While she was big and soft, she seemed more solid and thick than the rest with some obvious muscle beneath. She carried her massive roller easily with one brawny arm, her long green tentacle hair handing over her broad shoulders and muscular chest. She wore a set of black and green shorts and tube top, a life vest tossed around her shoulders as a near afterthought considering it covered about as much as the top itself. A painter’s mask covered up her mouth, making the muscular inkling look even more intimidating.

“Uh oh! Here comes Tank! The highest scoring member on the Wavemakers during last year’s splatfest!”

“Back when she fought on the team that helped prove water is better than bread. Good season, really…”

“Let me guess,” Seph managed as he dangled from her grip. “We’re going to fuck?”

“Damn right. If you think you can handle all this!” Tank flexed one of her meaty limbs while the other effortlessly held him up. Seph eyed her thick figure up before he sighed.

“Yea. Let’s fuckin’ roll.”

“Might wanna watch how you phrase that,” she chortled gruffly, wagging her paint roller at him before setting it aside. Rather than mounting him or setting him down, she tore off her top to expose some perky and muscled breasts. She palmed Seph’s bare ass and pulled him into her chest, trapping his cock between them as she held him in a suspended titfuck. Seph gasped and gripped the powerhouse’s arm as she lifted him repeatedly to make him grind his dick between her breasts, his feet resting against her strongfat abs.

By the time he got over the surprising move, he sighed and leaned back into her grasp. “Oh fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, his weary body glad to have the help as he pumped into her boobs.

“You think that’s all, little man?” the masked inkling grunted, her eyes curling into a smile. She brought both hands beneath his hips to hold him stead as her tentacles slid out past her broad shoulders. He shivered as they ran across his legs and belly before both centered around his cock, rubbing it in her inky tendrils. The slick skin felt incredible sliding over his cock, massaging it all over while it bounced between her jugs. The extra touch felt amazing, but she lowered her head enough to lift her mask and wrap her mouth around his lubed-up tip, sucking on the inky cock. Seph gave a girlish moan as he laid back in her strong hands and gave in to her combination titfuck and blowjob with her tentacles tossed in for good measure.

“Knew you’d break easy,” she chuckled as she went back to slurping noisily, wrapping her thick tongue around his dick and rolling it nimbly around it. Her tentacles trailed down to massage his balls while his dick repeatedly poked up through her cleavage.

“I’m no expert, but it looks like Seph’s about to burst!” Pearl rambled. “And with seconds on the clock! Can he finish in time!?”

Marina nodded along. “I got to say, I like what Tank can do with her tentacles. I’ll have to remember to try that on my first time.”

“Yea, when… wait, your WHAT!?”

Seph finally grunted as he came hard, shooting his final creamy load over Tank’s mouth and tits. She slurped it up with another sweep of her lengthy tongue.

“Guess the mask woulda been ideal for that, huh?” the gruff girl chuckled. Seph just moaned and shriveled up, turning back into his squid form to rest in her palm of her hand as he caught his breath. Tank didn’t even bother to finish him off, tossing him aside to plop into another inky mess right as the buzzer went off.

“Wow! What a shutout!” Pearl erupted. “It’s clear to see who the real winner is!”

“Oh for sure!” Marina agreed quickly. “A real one-sided victory for The Wavemakers.”

“What? I meant Seph! Lucky little runt got laid four times one after the other!”

“I know. I was just being coy…”

“Are we allowed to say that one on the air?”

“I said coy, not… nevermind.”

“But that’s another sticky, messy victory for The Wavemakers while our homeboy Seph makes splatfest history for the most sex in one round! Can we beat that record next time? Which checker is best!?”

“Oh right. I forgot that was this season’s event.”

“What can I say? Only so many good ideas. But tune in next time for the next match! ‘Til then…”

“Don’t get cooked! Stay off the hook~!”