Southern Valley Sexfight High Part 6: Horny Halloween

Quite an old idea. Not just because it’s reviving an old favorite, but because I was working on this idea around the end of last year. Originally it had what I mock in the story itself: uptight ghosts who try to stop the horny party girls and can only be banished by cumming on them. That proved a real hard concept to write so I ended up settling for this one. A Halloween dance with a creep on campus.  

Given how old this is, I can sum it up as the sexfighting team for a school in a world where all forms of combat and sports were replaced by sexualized versions. A champion sexfighter’s slacker daughter gets stuck in this academy where she half-asses her way through her education.

"So remind me," Annie said, unrolling another spool of bandages. "What are you supposed to be again?"

"I'm a ghost," Juanita answered plainly. Annie watched as she spread the bedsheet out on her lap and started cutting holes in it. She made two for her eyes before going on to more.

"I think you only need the two, girl," Annie offered as she pulled on her black panties (and nothing else) before starting to wrap her bandages around herself.

"No, I'm the ghost from Charlotte Brown. 'I'm not very good with scissors.' Remember?"

"Nope. I must have missed that one. Or you're just crazy." Annie finished up with her second roll of gauze, feeling that was more than enough cover up. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it showed plenty of skin for her sexy mummy outfit. Southern Valley apparently took some real interest in Halloween.

"It can be both." Juanita pulled off her shorts and stayed in just her thong before throwing the sheet over her head. She held out her arms in an inviting gesture, and it had to make Annie snicker. It was so full of holes it showed as much as it covered her near-naked body. The campus was encouraging everyone to dress up, and in a place where Sex Ed had its dirty hands in almost every class, the dress code was pretty loose on costumes. Sexy mummy and sexy polka-dot ghost would fit right in.

"Yo, sluts! Ready for the party?" Samantha knocked on the door and Annie gave her a puzzled look. Even under her bed sheet she could see Juanita looking confused. The busty and muscular club captain was leaning on the doorway, her athletic arms bared. Her dark skin almost melded into the tight black one-piece and fishnets that she wore. It gave her a slightly naked look, but Annie found herself fixated on the set of bunny ears hairband that poked out of the buff black girl's hair. "What are you looking at?"

"Just uh... Playgirl bunny?" Juanita asked in a high and hesitant pitch.

"Yea. So?"

"I just didn't expect it," Annie admitted. "I would have thought you as more of a Sports Illustrated model than a Playgirl."

"What?! I read Playgirl!" Sam defended firmly. "I'll prove it when I bury my copy so far up your ass the cops will find it."

"Good, because I have had the worst itch back there," Juanita giggled. 

Sam just smirked and shook her head. Annie had gotten used to her threats and outbursts. Once you got past those, Sam was a sweetheart deep down. "But we're ready. Annie, you got enough super glue on your nips for that?"

Annie rolled her eyes and tugged on the series of bandages that acted as an ancient Egyptian sports bra. 

"Sure, Nita. I'm good. Let's go fuck up this party."

Even in the world where casual and competitive sex were commonplace, dances were still a big deal for Annie and a lot of girls. It was one thing being judged for a sport, but having everyone forming opinions at once about your dancing and conversations was a much worse case. It was why she was glad to go in with her sexfighting team to have her back and help her blend in a little better. She wasn't really used to having this many friends to hang onto, being the superstar prodigy that she was elsewhere. Getting in enough trouble to end up in Southern Valley might have been the best thing to happen to her.

They went off to the Parton dormitory where Bonnie and the Yu twins were waiting to meet up. As usual, Fak and Suk had gone in effectively opposite directions while ending up in the same sort of idea. Fak had added a few fake fangs and let her hair down while fake blood ran from her lips down her cleavage. The Chinese girl's tits were tucked neatly into a tight maid outfit, the white frills stained lightly by the blood. 

Suk had gone with her own monstergirl look, dying her hair a bright pink while wearing a seashell bra and sparkly, skin tight leggings with fins coming out of the back. The vampire and mermaid were bickering quietly while Bonnie watched them in muted amusement. 

The chubbiest member of the team had ended going all out with her look, dressed in a red cocktail dress with a wig of the same color running over one eye. While she was wider in the waist than expected, she definitely had the hips and chest to fill out the glittery dress. Neither of the girls could really acknowledge how pleased they were that Jessica Rabbit had survived translation into this world of sexfighting.

"Hey, girls! Looking good!" Annie called to them. Juanita added her own little wolf whistle to repeat the sentiment, tossing out a flirty string of Spanish. Annie only understood 'mamasita!"

"Don't call me a mommy," Fak snapped back at her as she made a final dusting off of her skirts.

"Wait, THAT'S what that means?" Annie piped up. "Okay, I know even LESS Spanish than I thought!"

"Oh, roomie!" Juanita gushed. "I have to teach you allll the good swears. There are SO many good ones!"

"You girls act like I don't just raid Fuckipedia every so often to get em all," Sam scoffed. "How else am I gonna know when I've got to fuck a bitch's brains out who actually deserves it?"

Annie just shrugged. She had been at enough of her mom's international competitions to pick up a lot of the more common phrases of dirty talk from around the globe. She also knew how to scream for mercy in Russian, not that she ever planned on using it.

"Playgirl bunny?" Bonnie asked as she looked Samantha over.

The black girl frowned as she eyed up her plump teammate. "Jessica Fuckin' Rabbit?"

Bonnie grinned and raised a thick fist as they bumped theirs together. "Here's to playing against type."

"Fuck yea."

The six teammates walked off towards the gymnasium which had been done up in the usual Halloween fashion. Fake cobwebs in the shape of female figures, scarecrows with big pumpkins positioned like breasts, underwear patterned with candy corn and chocolate, flirty witches straddling brooms like horizontal stripper poles, and the usual tropes were all over the walls and doors.

"It's like they just saw the haunted whorehouse I went to as a kid, copied it, and blew it up to the size of a gym," Samantha mused with a shake of her head at the cheesey setup.

Fuk shrugged. "I mean, technically the American settlers stole it from the pagan sex cults of Europe who held orgies for a good harvest. Then they demonized it until it became the cool thing for rebellious pilgrim kids to do and then ended up being celebrated in a more softcore fashion as we gradually turned it into a holiday about fuckable outfits and pornolanterns." 

The girls were silent as they approached the gym.

"Fuck, girl. You are dangerously smart sometimes, Fuk," Annie admitted with a laugh.

"Only about shit that doesn't matter," Suk added as she adjusted her fangs fussily. "She has to work twice as hard to learn anything for school."

"I hear that," Annie laughed, patting the mermaid twin on the shoulder before she raised her eyebrows. Standing at the door was Headmistress Climex, the bottom-heavy beauty smiling and waving as they approached. Her hips were even more noticeable than usual because she had come in a full on Tarzana outfit. A cheetah-print fur bikini did little to cover her big soft tits, but it did even less for her wide hips and thighs to have a skimpy loincloth draped over them. Her skirts left little enough to the imagination as it was, but now Annie could swear she saw a whole cheek at a time when she turned far enough.

“Oh, girls!” she greeted them brightly. “I wanted to congratulate you again on the showing over at Bootey County! That was just… really something! Thank you so much, Annie!”

Annie smiled lazily and shrugged. “Yea, well everyone was kicking ass. Not just me,” she deflected. 

Sure, she had managed to pull together most of the existing team, but everyone had won their opposing matches pretty soundly. Plus it was just fun putting the trashy team like Bootey in their place.

“Oh! Of course! I meant all of you! Really great work!” Miss Climex beamed brightly and hugged her clipboard to her bulging chest, clearly swelling with pride.

“I mean really,” Annie went on. “Sam is the captain, so she should get most of the credit.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to imply anything!” Climex went on. Annie smiled wider. She liked watching her headmistress squirm.

“Can we just get in?” Samantha pressed. 

The flustered woman suddenly peeled her clipboard away from her chest and ticked them off. “Yes! Right! Sorry. Just keeping a head count. Go right ahead! Lovely costumes!”

The crew went inside where things were similarly decorated. Most of the school was there in varied costumes, talking over food or dancing to the thrumming club music that Annie could feel through her soles. 

"I see slutty superheroes are in this year," Samantha observed while they were out of range of the deafening reach of the speakers. "Better than the year sexy zombies were trendy."

"Or sexy clowns," Fak added. "I never got that. Why do people think clowns are sexy?"

"They just are!" Juanita cut ahead of them, tugging her sheet to one side to line up her eyes holes again. "I'm going to go see if I can get me a creampie. You girls coming?!"

"I'll go," Bonnie beamed. "I don't usually get to dance in case I made Vanessa look bad."

"I'll pass," Annie said with a wave. "I don't dance. I go to dances for more of a 'lean on a wall and sneak free snacks home in my bra' experience."

"Ohhh no you don't," Juanita chided. "Bonnie, grab her! No wallflowers allowed on the sexfight team!" 

The former bully reacted quickly to the command as she hugged Annie around her waist. The brown-haired girl cackled as Bonnie lifted her off her feet, tossing her over her shoulder to literally carry her to the dance floor.

Samantha watched them go with an amused smile on her face. "I actually want to see what's up over there. I'm on my cheat day and you know they have a pumpkin something over at the snack table." She nodded to the twins. "You in?"

"I'm checking in on the bathroom first," Fak declared. "I want to put some fresh blood spatter on my tits. That way if I shake it just right it'll splash on somebody."

"You're such a bitch," Suk said despite her laughter. "I can snack. Let's roll."

Sam and Suk watched with amusement as Annie was forced to get her groove on. She was slow to get into it, though she kept smiling at just how pumped Juanita and Bonnie were. Bonnie had plenty to shake and it was absurd how Juanita could wear most of a bedsheet and still show off her ass, twerking it against Annie's lap. Annie settled for putting up her hands and writhing to the beat, taking some comfort in the fact that she absolutely couldn't stand out more than those two.

"Well, look who it is!" 

Samantha frowned before she looked up. She knew the obnoxious voice well enough by now. She rolled her eyes towards Vanessa Vonfawkes, the haughty blonde wearing the short shorts, tiny t-shirt, twintails and makeup that made up her generic Harley Quinn outfit. Her usual muscle, the tall and lean Theresa Humpston, wore baggy jeans that showed most of a thong and a sleeveless white tee. A few gold chains and a dew rag completed her rapper look.

"Bitch, I don't want to look who it is," Samantha sneered at her. "I've been done with your ass for weeks."

"That didn't stop you from coming to me for help with Bootey," Vanessa boasted. 

They had technically gone to her as a seat-filler, but she was right. While her gloating was on the tournament meetup, she glanced warily at Suk. 

"And last time doesn't mean anything. You just got lucky."

Suk gave her a puzzled look before her eyes lit up. She sipped her punch to hide her knowing grin. Fak had been the one to eliminate Vanessa from the tournament, but she didn't have to know that the twin she was talking to wasn’t her sister.

"If you missed the taste of my ass that bad, I could just give you another," Suk teased.

"Please. It's school rules. If it's not approved and overseen by a teacher or a school rep, there's no fighting at the dances. You sluts can't lay a hand on me."

Samantha suddenly leaned forward and headbutted Theresa in the center of her breasts. She huffed noisily and clutched her jiggling chest. The thug staggered back a couple steps as Vanessa watched in shock. 

"There," Samantha said coolly. "No hands needed. You want some too?" 

Vanessa gave her a dirty look before grabbing Theresa by the arm and dragging her off.

"Whiney bitch, ain't she?" Sam said as she sipped her punch.

"At least she's got the decency to keep losing," Suk chuckled as the girls tapped their plastic cups together.

---

The real Fak was off in the bathroom, adjusting her bloody maid outfit in the mirror. She saw some sudden movement behind her as she looked up and saw some girl in a black hoodie and sweats. She was wearing black from head to toe, even silky gloves on over her hands. Nothing about her body was visible beneath some layer of clothes as she wore a full mask of an anime girl with her eyes rolling back and tongue out in her head in a fucked silly ahegao face.

“Oh. Hey, don’t mind me. I’ll be out of your way in a second,” Fak said to the silent girl. 

She didn’t pay much attention to her until the ahegao girl grabbed her from behind, slapping a hand across her mouth. Fak gasped but found the fabric of the mystery girl’s gloves rather breathable. In fact they smelled… nice. Relaxing. While she was still processing that, the stranger reached around and started to rub under the Asian girl’s lacey skirts. The clumsy groping around the crotch of her panties still sent a tingle up her spine. The affectionate stroking got Fak moaning into her hand, which just had her breathing deeper and taking in more of the relaxing scent.

With Fak like a horny ragdoll in her grip, the masked assailant grabbed and pulled down the twin’s top. The stained lace fabric let her breasts bounce right out as her free hand stroked and teased her achingly hard nipples, getting Fak to moan and hump at the air in front of her. A soft sigh escaped the masked girl as her bouncing butt pushed against her attacker’s lap, inviting her to grind up against her perky behind.

“St… sto… ohhhh that’s good,” Fak moaned mindlessly. With her helplessly aroused, the masked girl bent her over the sink and flipped up her skirt. With the easy access to her soaking wet panties, the attacker continued with her quick and efficient work. She dropped Fak’s panties around her ankles and started to finger her from between her legs, pushing right along her slit and into her clit. Fak moaned and clutched the sink weekly, raising her ass to give her unexpected lover an easier angle. Even when her face and breasts were mashing up against the mirror, the twin was humping back against her silky fingertips.

When she started to wail and moan in pleasure, the masked figure stripped one of her gloves and stuffed it into Fak’s mouth. That only seemed to turn her on more as the sweet chemical went right into her brain, making her eyes roll and hump faster on her assailant. As the ahegao stalker thrust three fingers in a quick slash through her pussy and over her clit, Fak screamed into her mouthful of glove and shook violently before she collapsed over the sink. Her head spun and she panted for air from the massive orgasm, but when she thought to look behind her the stalker was gone. She couldn’t worry about that for long before she shut her eyes and blacked out.

---

“I haven’t seen her in a while,” Annie pointed out as she wove through the crowded dance floor. “I know she was fussing over her outfit but she’s not this HOLY SHIT!”

She pushed open the door to the women’s bathroom and was the first to find Fak’s half-naked body slumped against the floor. Juanita jumped and squeaked in surprise right behind her.

“Jeepers! What happened?”

“I don’t know! There’s blood everywhere!” Annie blurted in a panic. She paused and thought that over. She bent down and took a fingerful of the watery red food coloring.

“Oh. Right. Nah, she was just dressed like this. But shit, what happened?”

She rolled over the Asian maid who stared up at her, glassy-eyed with a glove shoved in her mouth. She was smiling blissfully as she moaned at nothing in particular, floating in her orgasm’s afterglow.

“Definitely fucked silly,” Annie pointed out.

“How do you know?” Bonnie asked, poking her head over their shoulders.

“My mom’s a sexfight champ. I’ve seen plenty of them.”

Annie took the glove from her teammate’s mouth and gave her a few slaps on the cheek.

“Hey. C’mon. Snap out of it, girl. Bonnie, go get Miss Domsley.” The big lug nodded and hurried off for the headmistress as the twin slowly started to come around.

“What if it was a Halloween curse? Like cum vampires or the revenge of some overly uptight ghosts?” Juanita asked, the bottom-heavy girl bending over to stick her butt out of her holey ghost outfit.

“Or it was something more obvious,” Annie said, rolling her eyes. “Like somebody fucked her. Like, y’know, everyone on this campus does all the time?”

“I still think mine’s funner,” Juanita mused.

“It’s probably Vanessa. She’s always trying to fuck with us in the worst ways,” Annie decided. There was a high-pitched shriek behind her and she turned to see the same blonde entering the bathroom, just to pin herself against the far wall.

“OH MY FUCKING GODDESS! Is that-!?”

“The blood is part of the costume,” Annie quickly interrupted. Based on her reaction, the sassy cheerleader didn’t seem a likely suspect. She was bitchy and a bragger, but not much of a liar from all she’d seen. “She’s fine. She just came too hard.”

“Worth it,” Fak groaned as she writhed in Annie’s arms.

“There you are! Fak, who did this?”

“Was it a good touch or a bad touch!?” Juanita specified.

“Like… both?” Fak muttered. She saw the glove in Annie’s hand and took it back, taking a short sniff. “Ah… still smells like her.”

“Like who?”

Fak shrugged. “I don’t know. She wore all black and had an ahegao mask on.”

“Had a what?” Vanessa asked. Juanita turned to face her and threw up a double peace sign, rolling her eyes back and sticking out her tongue as far as it would go.

“One of those. Like an ‘o-face’ times ten,” the Spanish girl spelled out.

“I’m here!” Miss Climex announced. “I heard there was OH SWEET-”

“The blood’s fake,” everyone else answered quickly.

“Sounds like somebody got her in an ambush,” Annie explained. Kelly Climex plucked up the glove and took a quick sniff before raising her eyebrows.

“Well that explains it. That’s rosewater. Something we’re told to keep an eye out for. It’s a harmless drug meant for over the counter relaxation. Relaxes the body and makes orgasms more intense. Sometimes you’ll hear about disgraced athletes trying to use it on opponents before matches.”

“So we’ve got a sneaky cheater going around,” Annie noted. The rest of the girls had tagged along and started to peek in on what was going on.

“And no telling if they’ll strike again,” Climex agreed. “Er… not to scare you children! That’s not the point of a Halloween party, after all!”

“Somebody who’ll randomly fuck my brains out? Sounds fun to me,” Juanita purred.

“This won’t stand! I’ll avenge my sister and teammate!” Suk declared.

“I’m with you!” Samantha quickly agreed, pounding her fist into her palm. “I’m gonna wear this bitch-ass’ pussy like a bracelet!”

“I’m not sure that going after someone like this is wise,” Miss Climex warned. “You should be careful and just enjoy the dance. Leave the staff to handle this.”

“You’re right,” Annie sighed. “Come on, girls. Let’s head back. You’ll be ok, Fak.”

“I’m already ok,” she purred. “Just as soon as my legs stop being jelly…”

The girls slid out through the dispersing crowd. Sam gave Annie an impatient look, but the dirty blonde rolled her eyes.

“So now that we’re out of earshot of the freakin’ headmistress…” she corrected, getting Sam to break into a smirk. “Let’s split up. Small groups, close together. We can search the other bathrooms and then the halls, since they wouldn’t make any moves on the dance floor. Too obvious.”

“So we’re going to go out there…” Juanita mused. “Where a random masked serial-fucker is gonna try and fuck our brains out?”

Annie shrugged. The Spanish student considered this a moment before running ahead of the group.

“Race ya! I could use some action! I haven’t cum since yesterday!”

---

The girls were soon lurking the halls, keeping their eyes peeled for anyone who had strayed from the main dance. Suk and Bonnie went chasing after Juanita while Annie and Sam stuck close to each other. The jiggling Bonnie had to ditch her high heels to keep up with her teammate, not expecting to have to do so much running let alone chasing down a serial-fucker.

They reached a dead end when they found one of the hallways blocked off. The lights were turned off with a steel gate pulled down to seal it off from the rest of the school. Suk and Bonnie were about to head off somewhere else when there came a low groan from somewhere behind the gate.

“Uh… is somebody there?” the brutish brunette asked.

“The gate’s locked. There shouldn’t be anyone back there,” Suk explained. “It must be an echo.”

“But what if Juanita was right about sex ghosts?” Bonnie muttered.

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t believe every-”

Both girls broke into startled screams and jumped as Juanita was suddenly slammed up against the other side of the gate. She had been stripped naked from her already revealing costume, her perky tits squashed up against the grated bars. She was biting her lip with obvious arousal, and a moment later they recognize the ahegao masked attacker pinning her up against the gate. She also had three fingers shoved inside her as she fingered and spanked the Spanish student.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Spank me, mommy~!” Juanita rambled lustily. Her teammates watched in shock before Suk ran to the edge of the gate.

“Hang on! We’re coming!” she warned, struggling with the side. She looked to Bonnie, a sharp and determined look in her eyes. Despite their tempers, the Yu twins kept their cool in a panic.

“Bonnie! Lift the gate?!”

“Got it!”

Bonnie wasn’t a quick thinker, but she took orders well from her days being a hench-bully. She squatted down, her wide ass sticking out beneath her glittery dress as she hefted it up. Her chubby arms showed some impressive strength, budging it a few inches off the ground as she strained her muscles. It seemed to startled the masked girl who back off and let Juanita slide down to her knees in a horny daze.

Suk dropped down to match her and reached under, grabbing her hand as the masked girl ran off in case they got through. She managed to squeeze Juanita out under the gates, even if her famously thick ass took a bit of squirming to force her under. A trail of cum was left behind her, and she seemed dazed but alright.

“Oh, madre, is she good,” Juanita sighed contently. “Totally worth going on this Scooby Doo-ass adventure.”

Bonnie grunted hard as she finally let the gates drop, wiping some sweat from her forehead. She looked back through the gate as the masked girl ran into the dark hall and vanished inside one of the doors.

“Guess she got away,” Bonnie noted. “And we don’t have any clue who she is or where she’s going.”

“Not exactly…” Suk rubbed her chin. “They only use these gates when they’re doing the nightly cum-cleaning. They shouldn’t have been down now.”

“Uh huh,” Bonnie nodded, pretending to follow along.

“And Juanita was on the other side of the locked gate. That would mean she had access to the code if not the keys themselves.” She pointed through the gate. “And she just ducked into the teacher’s lounge. That’s always locked too. She has access to things a student shouldn’t be able to.”

“Jinkies,” Bonnie reacted blankly. Suk gave her a glare as she helped pick Juanita off her feet. “Sorry. Somebody had to and Juanita’s kind of out of it.”

---

Sam and Annie had their own stretch of quiet before they found another body. They found a girl dumped into an emptied trash can not far from the dance, stuck ass-first in the plastic bin. She was dressed in a rainbow-colored sling bikini along with clown makeup and wig, all of which were askew with the steady trickle of cum going down her thighs.

“Damn. Mask bitch fucked her up good,” Samantha pointed out as she leaned over her. “That’s Rosie from the strip-gymnastics team. Really knows how to work a pole. This nymphokiller must really know what she’s doing.”

“Not really…” Annie mused as she squinted as the KOed Rosie. The slacker mummy paced around her thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen my share of losers from having to sit through all my mom’s matches. This looks like a lot of hairpulling and no breast work. She’s obviously got some small ones but they’re clearly sensitive and easy targets. A few light scratches around the thighs shows she wasn’t even that accurate with her fingering. She’s entirely relying on ambush tactics more than actual skill.”

“So she’s just a poser? How does that…?”

Samantha didn’t finish her question when a locker slammed somewhere down the hall.

“I got this!” Sam declared as she went sprinting after it.

“Wait! Sam, you hotheaded sexy fuck,” Annie groaned. She hated running in the first place, let along with reckless teammates and masked psychos going around. By the time Sam paused to look around, Annie was barely catching up.

“I thought it was around here,” Sam mused as a janitor’s closet opened behind her. The ahegao masked girl slid out and slapped a button, dropping another security grate down between Sam and Annie.

“See this is why I… forget it,” Annie groaned. “SAM! Behind ya!”

The slim attacker jumped onto Sam’s back before she could react, clasping her aromatic hand over the dark athlete’s mouth. Her eyes went wide for a moment before turning back to her usual angry glare. Sam threw herself backward with a noisy crash as she squashed the attacker between her toned ass and a locker. It made her lose her grip as Sam spun around to grab her by the collar.

“Ain’t gonna pull that cheap shit on me, freak tits!” Sam threatened. One of her masked assailant’s gloves went into her pocket and tossed a handful of a fine powder into the muscular girl’s face. It wasn’t blinding like Sam had expected, but the instinctive sniff hit her with a wave of mind-numbing arousal. She backed away while fanning the dust away from her itching nose while her pussy started to soak through her bunny outfit.

“I’m going around the back way!” Annie called as she went darting down another hall. “Try and keep her busy!”

“Oh I got this,” Sam grunted. The masked figure lunged at her while she was distracted but Sam caught her with a swift hook to the gut. The sexual assassin grunted and doubled over as Sam caught her in a headlock, mashing her face into her breast while her hand reached past her neck to grope the hoodie-clad girl’s tit. Sam heard a muffled gasp come from behind the mask as the stranger’s nipple quickly got hard.

“Gotcha, bitch,” the black bunnygirl hissed proudly, but the masked sneak suddenly twisted and slipped out of her headlock/tit lock combination. She darted behind Sam and grabbed the front of her bunny outfit, pulling it up to wedgie it against her pussy. Samantha gave a short, angry hiss as the already snug fabric slid up between her wet and tender pussy lips.

“Sneaky little shit!” she grunted, but she caught her attacker by the arm. She yanked her hands off her costume and hoisted her arms over her shoulders, lifting her completely off the ground as she bent forward. Sam started to shake her hips, bouncing her toned ass against her suspended girl’s pussy. The hooded girl groaned as she was bounced in place, essentially air juggled as she was humped by the buffer girl’s booty.

“No way out now. That pussy’s gonna pay,” Samantha threatened.

The trapped assailant gave a vibrating moan in reply, but she suddenly slipped out of one of her gloves. Her pale hand slipped free from Sam’s grip while clutching a small capsule. She snapped it open and another pungent whiff hit the muscular girl, getting her to shiver as something in the chemicals went right to her brain and slugged her in the libido. The gruff girl gave an uncharacteristic moan. Her legs went weak as her abs clenched, barely resisting the urge to cum.

It wouldn’t last for long as  the masked sexfighter grabbed Samantha’s one piece. Rather than wedgying it up, she pulled it down the sweaty athlete’s toned figure. Sam stumbled out of the swimsuit and its attached leggings, catching a hand on one of the lockers as she was left naked beyond her bunny ears. 

The ahegao girl grabbed between Sam’s legs with her one remaining glove. Sam winced as the firm tips of her fingers pressed into her pussy, just to give a shrill cry as they started to buzz and vibrate. She had clearly hidden small vibrating pads inside her glove, and it was all that Sam could take. The gruff and powerful sexfighter wailed and humped back at the hand. The masked girl reached around and caressed Sam’s breast, getting the angry girl to shudder and drool over herself as she squirted all over the gloved hand. Sam finally crumbled to her knees, breathing loud and heavy as the masked fighter reclaimed her missing glove and walked away in silence.

Until Sam grabbed her by the waist of her sweatpants. The masked girl froze in a panic as Sam suddenly yanked her back, still breathing like a beast in heat.

“You think I’m one and done, you little bitch? It takes more than…” Sam paused to swallow and catch her breath again. “More than one mind-blowing orgasm to stop a goddamn tank like me!”

The ahegao girl reached for something but Sam was quick to cut her off. She grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her back, tangling them in her stronger forearms. She pulled back on the stalker’s limbs, tucking one under her armpit so she could reach past her torso. Sam yanked off the ahegao girl’s sweats and panties in one impatient pull before shoving her fist between her legs.

The masked girl squeaked and struggled but Sam had no patience or need to go easy on her. She dug her knuckles into the mystery girl’s slit and started grinding them back and forth until she was shrieking and pulling desperately to get out. The rough but rapid vibrations were still getting her wet in a hurry, if in an especially uncomfortable way. With Sam’s own soaked pussy pushing up against her ass in a dominant fashion, the masked figure’s muffled cries started to turn to horny panting.

“Last time you fuck with the sexfight team off the mats!” Sam warned as she suddenly lifted the ahegao girl off the floor. She kept her fist up against her pussy so that when she body slammed her back to the ground, her fist went sliding right into her lubed up slit. The pale girl gave another muffled scream as her body spasmed, shaking like a docked fish as Sam’s fist pounded into her clit. She was squirting over the athletic girl’s fist in seconds.

“How you like that? Even cheating you can’t fuck with this!” Sam grunted aggressively. She was mouthy to begin with, but she was always fired up after a hard orgasm. It was part of what had left her as the only remaining member of the sexfight team.

The masked girl was an utter ragdoll on the floor, sweating and leaking cum as Sam took her fist back out of her. Sam squatted down to take off the mask as a tall, cloaked figure suddenly appeared over her. It had chalky skin, a hooded black robe, and a tall scythe tipped with a dildo instead of a blade. A pair of huge tits pushed out from the depths of the robes as Sam glared back at the newcomer.

“Sam, wait! I figured it out!” Annie came darting around the corner. She looked up at the cloaked figure before back to Sam.

“Then why should I wait?”

“I wanted to say it before you took off the mask so you’d believe me that I knew it. It’s Tammy!”

“Tammy who?” Sam asked.

“Very good, Miss Snatch,” said the deep and unmistakably accented voice beneath the cloak. She turned around to confirm their suspicions as the cloak and tits whipped along with her turn. Their history teacher Miss Domsley had painted her face into a grim reaper for the dance, smirking proudly at the clever prodigy.

“And how did you figure this out, mein little genius?” the German teacher pried.

“She was doing amateur work and ambush tactics. That was exactly the same style I saw her using when we were on the same team in Violation.”

The scrawny goth girl had done wonders in sneaking around the other teams by appearing unassuming and harmless until she delivered the flag during gym class. Sam pulled off the ahegao mask to show the pale brunette shivering and moaning underneath. Ironically, her face now matched the fucked silly expression of herm ask.

“But do you understand why, liebchen?” Domsley asked curiously.

Annie bit her lip, briefly stumped before Suk and Bonnie suddenly popped in behind her.

“Because YOU told her to!” Suk declared triumphantly. “She had access to faculty areas and the security gates. Someone had to give her access.”

Domsley sighed and shrugged. “Close. It was approved by ze faculty as a whole. We provided Miss Roddin here with the toys and tools to be our Fakkengeist.”

The other girls paused. “Your what?” Bonnie asked dimly.

“You do not know Fakkengeist? Ze punishing sex spirit of Halloween? Like ze Krampette of Christmas to spanks zose overcome by their lust?” She was met with more silence. “Zis school and its lack of international culture. Zis is vy I wanted to bring zis into ze season. No sense of tradition…”

“So you were just trying to scare us?” Annie asked.

“Yes! She would pick off people throughout ze night while we pretended it vas an intruder. Good sexy Halloween fun and we treat some of ze girls to a big orgasm. Not that it’s much of an option now, of course…”

Miss Domsley nodded towards the cummy and effectively KOed Tammy.

“Oh. Sorry,” Annie said simply.

“I’m not,” Sammy huffed. “Try that shit with me, that’s what you get…”

“Yea, let’s get you some water or something, tough girl,” Annie said as she carefully approached her sweaty horny teammate. “Maybe call it an early night…”

“Are you kidding?” Sam laughed. “I basically fucked a ghost to death. I’m more pumped with Halloween spirit than ever.”

Annie laughed along with her and shook her head. “Well your costume’s kind of stretched and ruined… so not sure what you plan to do about that.”

“I’m not doin’ shit,” Sam chuckled. The girls traded glances as her implication set in.

“Alright,” Annie sighed. “I’m gonna look stupid either way. Let’s just get Juanita and Fok before we do.”

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The Southern Valley Sexfight team returned triumphantly to the dance floor. Samantha threw the discarded ahegao mask out to the floor, getting everyone nearby to look at it and then the team themselves. Sam smirked as she strut in naked, not bothering to even attempt to find a replacement for her costume. The rest of her teammates followed suit in various states of embarrassment but equally undressed. The dance broke into assorted cheers, whistles and catcalls as they made their way out as the naked stars of the night. The embarrassment quickly went away as Juanita started gyrating and twerking too hard for any of them to take it seriously, laughing and dancing the night away together as just a bunch of naked friends celebrating the spirit of their horny Halloween victory.