A Girl and Her Splatling Cont.

>be inkling boy
>owner of a brand new Splattershot
>you've been saving up for a while to upgrade from your old Splat Jr
>first day at the Turfwar field
>super excited
>enter the staging area and start sizing up the competition
>charger, a couple splattershots, a set of dualies, a roller, typical stuff
>then you see her
>a girl sitting on one of the tables with a Heavy Splatling held to her chest as she sets it up for the first game
>as she's hooking up the power supply you catches you looking at her
>she flashes you a cocky smile and taps the trigger, causing the barrels to spin up
>It's very intimidating
>you hope she's on your team at least
>first game starts
>the new Splattershot is doing work
>making plays, having fun
>first game ends in a decisive victory despite Splatling Girl being on the other team and putting down some serious fire on you
>shes getting multiple kills at once
>that gun must be really heavy, the couple times you got up on her she's panting and sweating
>you get her a couple times, she gets you back some more
>overall a good game eventually comes to an end
>rather than head off immediately you decide to poke around the field a bit, always helps to have more intel

>walking around mid field
>everyone else seems to have left the field
>you overheard something about some hidden pathways over here that could make a good flanking route
>after a few minutes looking around you find a ramp going down into what looks like a small room
>well damn, looks like they were right
whirrrrrrrr
>a strange noise catches your ears
whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
>seems to be coming from this way
>might as well check it out
WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
>seems to be just around the corner
"Nnnnnngh-ah!"
>what the hell was that
>you peek around the corner
>what the fuck
>It's the girl with the Splatling
>like, literally "with" it
>she's hugging it to her chest with the grip buried between her thighs
WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
"Haaaaaah!"
>this bitch is crazy
>she's biting down on the end of the barrel
>yup. Crazy. You should really leave
>in juuuuust a second
>just one more peek
>she seems too distracted to see you anyhow
>you lean further out of the corner
>instead you trip over your own shoes and fall face down in the corridor
>oops
>maybe she won't notice
>you look up from the floor straight at the girl wearing a deer-in-the-headlights look
>you stare at each other for a few seconds in silence
>RUN FOR IT
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT

>yup, definitely run for it
>you start to pick yourself up when the erratic Splatling burst hits you
>she's still loaded with the opposite color of ink to your own
>it's like trying to run through glue
>stumble again trying to stand up
>suddenly you get yanked by the collar
>the girl is holding you by your shirt, an intense look of rage and embarrassment on her face, she's blushing red like a lobster and gritting her teeth
>she lets out a noise almost like a growl
>yup, you're gonna die now
>suddenly she throws you against the ink-covered wall
>you're kinda stuck
>a short burst from the Splatling glues your limbs to the wall and floor
>now you're totally stuck
>guess this is how you're going to die instead
>just like that old gypsy woman stead
>as she stands over you with her arms crossed, she's so intimidating you almost don't notice she isn't wearing pants
>almost
>she leans in even closer, you can feel her heavy breath on you at this point
>her eyes are fiery and wild
>even closer
>this is where she rips your throat out
>an inch from your face now
>instead of pain you feel a dampness on your lips
>what the fuck
>is she making out with you?
>you try to move your head away
>she grabs the bottom of your jaw and pulls it open
>you feel her force her tongue into your mouth
>oh god someone help
>you're not sure if this is an improvement on being killed

>she forces even more of her tongue into your mouth
>nearly hitting the back of your throat
>you're having trouble breathing
>this is so fucked up
>she's going way too far
>which makes you wonder why you're so turned on by this
>she pulls off you right before you pass out
"Puah..."
>she's just staring at you, panting heavily with her tongue out
>the girl sits down on your lap
>you hope she doesn't notice-
>she starts grinding her hips back and forth on you
>yup, she noticed
>after a few seconds she seems to go back to deranged animal mode
>grabs your wrists and rips your hands free from the ink on the wall
>she rests your hands on her hips, confident you're not going anywhere
>time to take advantage, just push her off you and run for it
>she grabs the bottom of her white t-shirt and in one swift move flings it across the room
>or maybe you can stay for just a little bit longer
>can't let her have all the fun, right?
>you move a hand up to feel her chest
>she slaps your hand away HARD, sticking it back to the wall and covering herself with a pout
>guess not
>hopefully you didn't make her angry, you're still not entirely convinced she WON'T still kill you