Paintball no doubt seems like a far more exciting venture than it actually tends to be. Everyone imagines it like an FPS come to life, but actually it's probably closer to a real firefight than that. Which is to say: it's mostly just laying behind cover and taking pot shots at each other until someone groans about getting hit. Thankfully though, getting hit in paintball only hurts for a few moments, but just enough still that you'd rather stay behind your tree or bush or what have you and avoid it more than you'd like to actually shoot anyone.

Maybe some paintball courses are better than others, but the local one in your town is just a swath of woods quartered off for people to run around in and shoot each other, and that means that some days are better served than others. If the crowd one day is too small, then it takes forever to find anyone to actually shoot, or if it rained then everything is a muddy mess and you'll probably end up more painted with dirt than with actual... well, paint.

No doubt all those complaints and more are rushing through your mind as you lay in your cozy, muck soaked ravine listening to the occasional distant shout, or the whizzing of a random paintball over your head. Perhaps this is what primeval man felt like hiding in the woods from a lions and the like, although that sounds far more exciting than what you're doing doesn't it.

That is until behind you, you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. More paint balls whiz by as the enemy attempts to shoot the newcomer, and were you perhaps not wearing that annoying face mask you might be able to turn and see who it is. Instead, it at least manages to serve to keep you from getting poked by any stray sticks in the bush in front of you while this stranger decides where they're going to spend the rest of their game hiding out, hoping to be forgotten about enough to actually do something exciting.

Ever the guerrilla you are though, only your spot is available, and that's why you're rewarded with the heavy thump of someone's body landing atop yours. "Shit, didn't see you there," grunts a husky male voice behind you, panting softly from exertion somewhere close to your ear but thankfully also behind another mask.

Now, on top of being shoved even more firmly into the mud, you've got the hot sweaty frame of some ape man laying on you, his wide chest easily putting his arms on either side of yours. trapping you in place. With a grunt, he starts to try and adjust to get a look over the downed tree in front of you to see your enemy, and you're both rewarded with a cacophony of pellets flying down at you.

Of course, this doesn't stop your genius companion. Instead, he tries a second look, somehow thinking he'll be more stealthy the second time. The result is the same though, as is the continued rocking motion that grinds his crotch into your behind. Through all the sweaty sticky clothes, it's easy to feel that for whatever reason, he's decided not to wear a cup. Perhaps that explains his desire to protect his junk in your cushy backside.

"Well... I think we're stuck," the genius proclaims at long last, his dry-humping-esque motion finally ceasing. "Got any ideas?"

Well there we go. Just a quick silly prompt that'll probably involve lots of sweat, dirt, paint, and outdoor sex in confined spaces. There might even be a bit of pain as paint balls ping off the both of you! I'm open for suggestions though. Perhaps your "friend" doesn't know you're a woman right away? Is it someone you know, a rival even? Let me know what you think, what're your kinks and limits and so on and we can throw something together! Feel free to continue either where I left off, or just with a little greeting to discuss things; I'm always happy to do a friendly chat too.