The Poopkin Prank

"I'm not sure about this Johnny," Marty said, pulling off his rubber goblin mask. They were both squatting in the bushes outside of a big suburban house. It was Halloween, but the trick or treaters had already all gone home. The neighborhood was dark, sleeping. Clouds swirled in the sky, blotting out the stars. The pumpkins sitting on the front porches of every house were unlit. The two pranksters fixed their eyes on the pumpkin immediately in front of them. Johnny with sadistic plotting and Marty with squirming nervousness.

"You already drank it. It's too late now," Johnny said.

Marty wiggled his ass, not with nervousness now, but from a growing, expanding urge deep in his butt. A gurgling rumble that seemed so very loud in the darkness. In his plastic pumpkin trick or treat bag there were several bottles of Gatorade laced with laxatives. One was half empty.

Johnny's plan, the ultimate Halloween prank he called it, was to shit in every pumpkin in the neighborhood. Everyone would wake up to find rancid, rotting, festive shit practically on their doorsteps. The laxatives were to ensure that they had enough “ammo” for the whole night.

"I ca-an't..." Marty whined. He was practically twerking in place, his round peachy butt bobbing up and down.

"Fucking pussy," Johnny muttered. "You get the next one unless you want to shit in your pants."

Johnny was already moving out of the bush and creeping up the porch. His hands started to unbutton his jeans. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a devil horned headband.

Taking one look to see if the coast was clear he dramatically dropped his pants and boxer briefs to his ankles. His uncircumcised dick, rising from adrenaline, bobbed upward. His hairy pinkish colored nutsack dangled low. His pale and skinny but athletic legs shined in the dim glow from the streetlights.

Marty winced in secondhand embarrassed at his friend's nakedness. Johnny didn't care, his legs spread wide open and his growing shaft pointing right at Marty, he lowered himself onto the pumpkin. A small grunt later, and a large, cylindrical, slimy turd was growing out of Johnny's widening hole, descending into the poor pumpkin’s head with a warm sewage stink. Johnny, with a big grin, gestured to his bottomless shitting body as if to show how easy it was. Marty made a disgusted face, but he couldn't turn away. Six inches and Johnny's face contorted, grimacing, straining. His balls tightened as he preemptively pinched off the turd to save ammo, letting it fall into the pumpkin with a plop. He pulled his pants back over his toned asscheeks without wiping.

"See? Easy."

***

Mary's pants were lowered to his thighs, only his bare ass stuck out to the cool fall air. His entire body trembled with fear as he squatted over the pumpkin.

Phhrrbbbb

A fart squeaked out of him followed immediately by a much louder, much wetter PHRrBBttBbB. Marty's sweat stained the pits of his t-shirt and dripped down from under his mask. Marty tugged it off and held it in his clenched fist.

Marty was too nervous to shit in the second or third houses, and Johnny had to do them. But each time Johnny took a shit, Marty's bowels were twisting and cramping with growing horror. The rotten smell of shit from Johnny’s ass drifted through the air, invading his senses and making his own full guts twists and dance. The tidal wave of shit within him was beating at his backdoor. Now though, his ass was quaking from the conflicting urges to empty itself or hold it in until it found an actual toilet.

It didn't help that Johnny was watching him with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face.

"You don't have to watch me," Marty said. He couldn't help but notice the tenting bulge in Johnny's pants, but he didn't want to say anything. Johnny rolled his eyes and turned around.

As soon as Johnny’s eyes were turned away, Marty’s ass opened with a sputtering, rippling fart. Diarrhea chunks SPLLRTTTED out of his behind, spraying across the pumpkin. Most of it missed, and a long stream of warm, steaming liquid shit painted the front porch. Eyes watering and squinted shut, Marty tried to pinch off his shit, but his ass was fighting back. It belched and gurgled. His asshole hurt from the effort. Splattering coughs of shit fell out of him before his guts quieted and stopped.

“Now was that so hard?” Johnny said. He had been watching the whole time.

Blushing bright red, Marty pulled his mask back over his face. He pulled a wad of tissues out of his pocket and used most of the bundle to slowly and carefully wipe his bottom clean.

Johnny rolled his eyes again. “Pussy.”

“I don’t want to get dirty!” Marty said.

***

Johnny’s pants and shit-stained underwear were discarded in a pile on the front door next to the pumpkin.

“Johnny…” Marty whispered.

His bottomless accomplice was streaking around the perimeter of the house, his dick and balls and thighs and ass shamelessly out in the night air. He was following soft sounds coming from the side of the house. Marty was following, hoping that his nervous stares at Johnny’s bouncing asscheeks and the swinging low balls under them were less noticeable through his goblin mask.

Johnny crouched under an open window. He gestured back to Marty with a finger to his lips. Slowly, the two of them peered over the side.

It was a living room. An overweight woman in a t-shirt and pajama pants was snoring in a recliner in front of a television that buzzed softly, the sound turned all the way down.

Johnny’s face lit up with a vicious grin matching his little devil horns. He turned around and lifted up his naked bottom to the windowsill.

“johnny!” Marty hissed.

The woman inside snored loudly and stirred. Marty clamped his hands over his mouth.

“This is way better than a pumpkin….” Johnny grinned.

He pushed his naked ass and balls over the windowsill and into the woman’s living room. His ass released a trembling airy PhhHHRRT as its contents stirred.

Marty winced, already recoiling, readying himself for the inevitable explosion.

PPPRrbbRRRBBtttt

A long, lumpy watery turd arced out of Johnny’s spread open asshole and splatted onto the carpet on the other side. The smell was immediate, the rotten stench of it. Marty covered his rubber goblin nose. The woman inside made a disgusted face in her sleep, but she didn’t wake. She was completely unaware of the dangling spread open ass baring its pink muddy contents ass and heavy balls invading her home and destroying her carpet with putrid feces.

Johnny smiled smugly and lowered himself from the windowsill. His fully erect dick was pointing straight forward. Shit dripped down his butt and legs.

“you’re disgusting…” Marty said, even though he felt his pants tighten as parts stirred against his will.

Johnny took his time striding bottomless back to his clothes, decorating the lawn with dribbling shit from his filthy crack.

***

“It’s not coming out…” Marty whined. It felt like a spiny sea urchin was stuck in his rectum. Lancing pain shot up through his guts and to his spasming, cramping gut, which felt like it was folding into itself, crushing itself.

Johnny squatted down to look at his partner’s winking, protruding hole over the pumpkin. Marty was too paralyzed with pain to protest, but he was tomato red under the mask. Johnny could see the turd clogging him. Marty’s distending anus in all its bright, soft pinkness was stretching around it. Marty had only lowered his pants to his upper thighs again, making only a window for his round buttcheeks.

Johnny licked his lips, maybe because of the dry fall air, maybe because of the blazing feelings in his brain from the sight inches from his face, and maybe because he had just gotten an awful, terrible idea.

“I think you just need some motivation,” Johnny said.

Reaching up, his hand reached toward the front door of the house, toward the doorbell.

DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

He mashed on the doorbell, instantly making lights turn on across the house.

“Johnny!” Marty gasped, still whispering, but now rising up into a pained, trembling half squat. Johnny rushed away from the porch, a grinning blur. Behind him, the doorknob turned, and the front door burst open.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE- “ the disgruntled homeowner, a burly moustached man was cut off as he was mooned by a stunned, horrified, paralyzed Marty hunched over his prized jack-o-lantern.

Their eyes met for a second before Marty’s ass was wrenched open from pure terror. A fat rocky log dislodged itself from Marty’s ass with a pitiful FFFbbbTT, rolled across the seat of his jeans, and fell into the center of the poor pumpkin’s head with a dull THUD.

“Ouhhhh…” Marty moaned, his eyes rolling back and his knees wobbling, the pain instantly gone and his rectum feeling so much lighter.

The man stared at him, at the prankster in rectal bliss squirming on his welcome mat and he screamed with righteous fury. “GET OFF MY PORCH!”

Marty shot off like a rocket. No time to wipe, he frantically pulled his pants and tightie whities back over his ass. His butt was releasing panicked little farting PRRTts as he ran off into the night.

***

They made their way from house to house, taking turns to see who would deposit their shit into the jack-o-lantern brains. Marty eventually gave up on wiping, mostly because his underwear was already ruined from the doorbell ditch incident, and because he didn’t bring nearly enough tissue paper.

That wasn’t the only thing they were running out of. Their butts were slowly becoming emptier.

“urrrhhh….” Johnny grunted. He sat on top of an especially large pumpkin. His pants were around his ankles, his dick and balls hanging free.

He pushed out the tiniest, driest nugget into the pumpkin.

“Hand me the laxatives…” Johnny said, motioning with his hand. Marty jumped back to attention. He had been absorbed in Johnny’s straining face and his frustrated grunts. He shook his head.

“You already took enough. It will just take a while for it to kick in.”

“Then get over here and help me fill this thing,” Johnny said. He adjusted his position on the pumpkin to make room for Marty.

“What?” Marty said. He was breathing fast in the goblin mask.

“Come on!” Johnny said, motioning to the pumpkin’s waiting skull.

Swallowing hard, Marty lowered his pants down to just below his butt and very very slowly sat down on the edge of the pumpkin next to Johnny.

Their asses touched immediately.

Johnny and Marty’s eyes widened at the same time as their dicks became frighteningly, pulsing hard. Marty’s tugged at his pants with violent need and Johnny’s bounced upward. The impossible softness of buttcheek against buttcheek was warm and sweaty.

“s-shit already…” Johnny stuttered, straining against the building urges from their ass-to-ass contact.

“I think I’m empty…” Marty whispered. He wasn’t, but his brain was surging with sparking emotions that made concentrating on shitting impossible.

The two sat for a moment, not daring to make a move, just stupidly trying to shit on the pumpkin and not think about their cocks about to explode in their pants when suddenly…

“What are you boys doing?” a laughing, feminine voice said.

The two turned, shame and humiliation sinking into their guts. Two young women were standing outside the fence at the front of the lawn with big grinning faces. One was tall and skinny and was dressed in a black cat jumpsuit with crooked cat whiskers drawn on her face with sharpie. The other was chubbier and was wearing a fluffy tutu skirt and a tiara with a t-shirt. Their eyes were locked on the boys at their most vulnerable, their most absurd, especially focusing on Johnny’s naked legs and balls and swollen dick.

SSPRRrrttCCHHH

The boy’s asses betrayed them, splurting ropey shit into the pumpkin.

“Eewwwww!!” the tutu girl squealed.

“Haven’t you boys ever heard of toilets!” the cat girl laughed.

Johnny, suddenly very ashamed, stretched his shirt over his crotch with one hand while standing and pulling his pants up over his shitty behind. Practically cowering with fear because of their surprise witnesses and how loud they were being, Marty pulled his own pants up, perhaps too early as he felt the seat of his underwear fill with slimy shit.

“Isn’t it a little late for trick or treating?” Johnny said. He was moving toward the girls now, trying to regain composure. He stared down the cat girl on the other side of the fence.

“Oh, we’re not trick or treating,” the cat girl said. She held up her pumpkin bucket, which was filled with a half dozen small water balloons.

“We’re pulling a Halloween prank, which is what I assume you two or doing, unless you’re just giant perverts.”

The tutu girl giggled.

Johnny decided to ignore that last remark. “With water balloons? That’s kid stuff.”

The cat girl grinned. “Oh, these aren’t just any water balloons.”

“We filled them with pee!” the tutu girl said with a smile only for the smile to immediately vanish as she was suddenly embarrassed by her own admission.

“What if it rains?” Marty said.

“What?” the cat girl asked.

Marty pulled off his goblin mask. “If it rains. If you’re throwing them at the side of houses won’t it just wash off? There’s a 70 percent chance of rain tonight.”

Johnny pointed at his partner with a smug, proud grin as the faces of the two girls knotted up with frustration.

“See, with our prank,” Johnny gloated, “The smell is just going to get worse and worse all night. It’s not going to get washed away without a trace.”

“I knew we should have checked the weather,” the tutu girl said bitterly.

The cat girl looked like she wanted to say something, but she bit her lip.

Marty glowed with smug satisfaction, but then he noticed that Johnny had that look on his face, the look that met that he was getting an idea.

“Hey, why don’t you too join us?” he said.

“What?” tutu girl said.

Marty’s chest stung with a sudden jealous frustration that surprised him.

“We’re running on empty and there’s still a ton of houses to get to. Or do you not want to be part of the greatest prank of the decade?”

Tutu girl looked back and forth between her partner and Johnny. “You can’t- we can’t-“

“We’ll do it,” the cat girl said. She extended her hand over the fence. “I’m May and this is Penelope.”

Johnny shook the hand. “Johnny, and this is Marty. Glad to have you both on board.”

***

“You go first,” May said.

Penelope turned to her friend. The four of them were hunched in the bushes in front of the next house. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish’s.

“Go on!” May said. She pushed Penelope out of the shrubs and toward the front steps. Johnny chuckled as the chubbier girl stumbled and glared back at them with a pout.

“Remember to pinch it off after a second or two,” Johnny said.

Marty seethed in his goblin mask. He didn’t like this, and he couldn’t understand why.

Penelope stood over the pumpkin. With careful movements and bright red cheeks, she reached under her puffy skirt and slowly lowered her purple granny panties down to her knees and then her ankles without exposing much of her legs. She sat down on the jack-o-lantern, her skirt around her like a curtain.

“Come on,” Johnny said with a wide grin. He pulled Marty by the wrist toward the porch and the pooping Penelope. Marty shuddered at the warm clammy hand curling around his arm.

Penelope noticed the two boys ascending the steps immediately. “H-Hey!” her voice squawked in her throat, realizing halfway through her exclamation that there were sleeping homeowners right behind her.

PPhhrrrbbll

She farted, and there was the soft plopping of wet turds landing in the pumpkin.

Johnny knelt down behind Penelope, gesturing for Marty to follow, and then flipped up Penelope’s skirt in the back, completely exposing her fat, round, and pasty bubble butt with a slimy, knobby turd still half-lodged in her stretching asshole.

“sss-stohp!!” Penelope hissed. Her ass tightened on its own, pulling part of the turd’s length back up into her ass. Startled urine dribbled out of her stubbly clamshell pussy, which was becoming slick with juices.

Johnny grinned. Marty stared in confused fascination at the soft alien parts, at the pushing flexing of the pussy asshole as they tried to dislodge the long log.

“You were watching us,” Johnny replied.

“They’ve got a point there!” May laughed. She stood on the porch steps, watching the entire interactive with a bemused smirk.

“tTthat was different!” Penelope whispered.

Phhttrrrr

A squeaking but violently smelling, pungent fart, she finally pushed the log out of her, its length sliding out of her, giving Johnny and Marty a view up into her bowels before her asshole tightened up and disappeared between chubby cheeks.

Penelope furiously pulled her panties back up under her skirt and stormed off the porch while the other three giggled at her humiliation.

***

May stood over the jack-o-lantern at the next house. Johnny was standing by with smug crossed arms. It was clear that May would have to strip to get the one-piece cat costume off, and he was eagerly awaiting her inevitable embarrassment. Penelope was still pouting. Marty was watching Johnny, his clear excitement and arousal, watching his arms twitch around, confidently dancing across May’s lithe body in her tight, fuzzy cat costume.

The confidence vanished as May turned around, her ass and back pointed to her audience. A zipper ran from the top of the costume all the way down to her waist. Her hands reached around, grasping the zipper between her fingers, her spine twisted into a slow and sensual S shape.

Marty watched the cockiness in Johnny’s face be replaced by an adorable dry mouthed embarrassment. An embarrassment that May immediately noticed.

“What, didn’t you want to watch?” she whispered.

The zipper slid down, peeling the costume apart, unfolding across her bare, brown back, flaring open across her slender ribcage and still traveling downward. The zipper stopped at her waist, and May hunched, folded her body, the gentle nubs of her spine and shoulder blades prodding through her skin. She pulled the front of the cat costume down to her shoulders and to her upper arms. Keeping the chest of the costume held in place against her boobs with one hand, she pulled the slack costume forward and down from her waist to her mid-thigh, flashing her tiny chocolate-colored butt as she lowered herself to the pumpkin.

“Whoa, no panties…” Johnny gasped.

Marty frowned. Her butt was thin and bony with the smallest asscrack and the tiniest cheeks, but it still hypnotized Johnny’s eyes. Johnny’s ass was much fuller and more impressive, Marty found himself thinking. More voluminous…

“You boys are such virgins,” May laughed.

Marty and Johnny both turned red-faced. Penelope glared at her friend’s shameless strip tease, folding her arms with disapproval over her d-cups.

PPHHHbbBBBbRRRT

A quaking fart exploded from May’s scrawny ass. The three prankster’s watching could only stare in terror as burning liquid shit with an acidic smell like vomit sprayed out of her asshole and filled the jack-o-lantern with such volume that it overflowed out of the pumpkin’s grinning mouth.

***

PhhrrrttBbllrbbb

Penelope shat into the pumpkin, her left eye twitching as rocky pellets fell out of her.

Marty was pacing around the porch, waiting for her to be done. They were all getting more comfortable and less skittish after a dozen or so houses.

Marty suddenly noticed, with an explosive rage, May and Johnny standing under one of the streetlamps by the sidewalk. May had left her costume unzipped. It had been easier to just peel it forward to expose her ass at each new house than struggle with the zipper. Her bare back was twisting, coiling toward Johnny as he leaned against the lamppost. Her fingers were slipping into the belt hoops of his jeans, his tented jeans barely containing his swollen dick.

Her eyes were half-closed as she leaned toward his startled face.

Screaming internally with blind fury, Marty stomped across the porch, each footfall sounding like an explosion, and slammed his finger against the doorbell over and over.

DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

“Hey!” Penelope said. “I’m not done!”

May peeled away from Johnny and took off running down the sidewalk. Johnny grinned back at Marty, recognizing Marty’s prank, waiting for him to race down the steps before the two took off down the sidewalk behind May.

“GUYS! Wait up!” Penelope shrieked. She was half squatting over the jack-o-lantern. Her tutu was bunched up in her hands, trying to desperately avoid the panicked shit that was dribbling down like slime from her still-pooping butt.

The front door burst open behind her.

“AIEEE!!!” she screamed. She ran down the front porch, down the steps, down the sidewalk, trailing sputtering, stinky diarrhea the whole way. She ran in an awkward crab walk, trying to not lose her panties hooked around her left ankle, and her hands were too busy clutching her skirt in terror to pick them up.

***

“There’s the last stop,” Johnny said. His guts gurgled with anticipation.

The four of them peeked over the old, unpainted wooden fence. Gaping holes were left in the fence from missing or shifted boards.

On the other side of the fence was the fraternity house. Originally a boarding house, the two-story building was falling apart, wooden slats were missing, paint was mismatched, and shingles were falling off of the leaning, pointed roof. It looked like a haunted house, but it was the home of the campus fraternity, the most infamous pranksters in the state.

Their resume had been unchallenged for years. From dying the water at the state girls’ swim meet, turning hundreds of girls bright blue, to hacking the local TV station to exclusively play gay porn during commercial breaks, they were the undisputed prank kings.

Recently, they swapped the college president’s shampoo out with a special pheromone mixture right before her morning jog at the park. There wasn’t enough evidence to implicate the frat boys, but they all just so happened to be at the same part walking the largest dogs they could find. And they all happened to suddenly lose their grips on their leashes at the same time.

It took an entire squadron of dog catchers to calm the dogs, and the entire fire department to pull the screaming president from the tree she had streaked up like a cat in her desperate escape. She made it up the branches as fast as she could, but not before one of the dogs had successfully ripped off the seat of her pants and panties, exposing her massive, freckled ass to the rescue teams, not to mention the gathering crowd of everyone else who had been at the park.

Johnny and then May hoisted themselves over the fence. Marty pushed the struggling Penelope over next, awkwardly trying to lift her up by her squirming thighs and knees, trying to avoid her stinky unwiped ass.

With a panting grunt, she pulled herself onto the top of the fence and then let herself drop down to the overgrown lawn, almost-

SSHRRIPP

Her panties caught on a pointed tip of the fence’s wooden boards. Her hands went to her mouth to muffle a scream as granny panties sliced up into her ass and pussy, squeezing cheeks and suspending her inches above the lawn in a brutal dangling wedgie.

“MMMPPHH!!” she screamed.

“Ssshhh!” May scolded her.

Johnny rushed to Penelope’s side and grabbed a leg while May grabbed the other.

“On the count of three, right?” Johnny said. May nodded while Penelope violently shook her head back and forth with widening eyes.

“One… Two… Three...!” Johnny and May pulled down on Penelope’s legs, yanking her against the stretchy cotton panties.

“MMNNRR!!!” Penelope screamed. Her panties were tightening, the cotton stretching into violent strands slicing up into her pussy and asscrack like wire. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to lose feeling in her spasming, screaming genitals.

SNAP!!

The panties gave out and Penelope landed on the ground ass and pussy first. She crumpled into a doubled over little ball, clutching at her unfortunate, still stinging backside and frontside.

***

It was easy to find a window with a broken seal to yank open. The four pranksters tiptoed through the building, passing by the dining room, kitchen, game room and lounge, up the creaking stairs to the bedrooms. Johnny peered through each door, shaking his head each time before he found the door they were looking for.

He gestured for them to come inside. It was the bedroom of the fraternity president. He slept spread eagled across his crumpled sheets in his boxers and a sleeveless shirt. Snores drifted out of his mouth-open, stubbly, chiseled face. His sweaty man stink filled the small dorm room in intoxicating clouds.

All four pranksters were taken aback for a moment at endlessly broad and hilly plains of his swelling muscular chest, his greasy dark hair unkempt and softly drooping over his eyes. All four of them trembled with a horny excitement that they hoped the others didn’t notice, which none of them did because they were all too distracted.

Finally, Johnny took a clothespin from his pocket and pinched the frat boy’s nose closed. He took ear plugs and slipped them into his ears.

The four of them suddenly exhaled, realizing they had been holding their breath. Eyes turned down to the floor in front of the president’s bed.

“Who should do it?” Penelope asked.

Johnny was unbuttoning his pants. “I think we should all do it. Make the pile as big as possible…”

Four smirking faces turned around and presented bare asses to the floor in a circle. Penelope flipped up her skirt, May peeled forward her cat costume, Johnny and Marty lowered their pants, both only to their mid-thighs this time, very much aware of their pulsing hard-ons and the women right behind them.

SSPPPRRRTTTCCHCHHHH

An unholy barbershop quartet of spasming assholes and quaking cheeks unleashed muddy rotten fury onto the floor. Wiggling turds and thudding logs, shotgun blasts of chunky diarrhea, unspooling ropey slime disgraced the floor of the fraternity president, collecting in an inhuman pile that put horse feces to shame. Heat rose from it, air from their farting holes collected between their four filthy butts like a stormy cloud of noxious, hell gas.

***

The four of them were giggling to themselves as they made their way out of the fraternity house. As they made their way past the first-story rooms, Johnny paused in the dining room doorway. He looked through it to the long, expensive oak dining table, and the gears turned in his head.

“Hey, do you all still have gas in the tank?” he asked.

***

Upstairs, the fraternity president stirred in his sleep, completely unaware of the almost foot-high pile of shit on the floor right in front of his bed. The clothespin and ear plugs were still in place, but there was something the pranksters hadn’t accounted for. He squirmed in his bed, his bladder calling out for attention.

Slowly waking up, the president became aware of the pinching at his nose and the foam clogging his ears. Confused, but too dazed and too much in need of a piss to understand, he tugged off the clothespin and plugs and swung his foot over his bed.

His foot made contact with sticky warm shit. His eyes had a moment to register the horror laid at the side of his bed and his foot slipped against the poopy floor and he was sent sprawling face and chest first into the muck.

SPPLLLRRRTTTTTT

***

“WHAT THE FUUUUCKKK!?!?!?”

The four pranksters stopped shitting. They had been standing on the table, fusing their shit streams together into another disgusting pile, but now they were frozen with terror.  Thumping and clattering and masculine screams were echoing down from the second floor like thunder. The four of them made eye contact, lips and knees trembling.

“RUN!” Johnny shouted.

He leapt off the table, struggling to pull up his pants, but not slowing in the slightest. Marty and May and Penelope took off after him, running out of the dining room and into the hall where the dozen members of the fraternity were already charging down the stairs, the president in the lead and his entire face and chest covered with shit.

“GET THEM!!!!” he roared.

The pranksters raced out the side door, charging across the grass. Johnny, still struggling with his sagging pants, ripped them off his legs in a fury and took to streaking across the grass bottomless, his hard-on and balls bouncing and flailing. Marty, who was having similar problems with his pants, stripped them off also, but cupped his terrified dick and balls in his hands as he ran forward.

The four of them were farting and sharting in terror as the frat boys gained on them, and the fence was growing in front of them, but taking the time to climb over it would surely mean their capture.

“We’re going to have to jump the fence!” Johnny said.

“There’s no fucking way!” Penelope screamed.

“The gaps!” May yelled.

They aimed for gaps in the fence and, still running at top speed, dove through.

SHUNK
 SHUNK

SHUNK

SHUNK

The top halves of the four pranksters struggled on the other side of the fence, looking out into a vacant lot.

Their bottom halves, though, were still in the frat boys’ yard. A crowd formed around their bottoms, all grinning. Marty and Johnny had the worst of it. They were completely naked, legs, cheeks, assholes, taints, nutsacks, and erect cocks completely exposed, but it wasn’t long before the frat boys unceremoniously ripped May’s costume apart and tugged off Penelope’s tutu, leaving them both bottomless as well, juices and discharge dribbling from their pussies and onto their naked thighs as they instinctively kept their knees together to protect their wet trembling cunts.

The pranksters swallowed hard and looked at each other in complete terror, unable to see the frat boys but very much aware of their leering eyes and hot breath on their defenseless bottom halves.

The frat president tried to wipe some of the shit from his grinning face, but only succeeded in spreading it around. Muddy corn and bits of poopy debris were unfortunately lodged in his teeth.

“Boys! Let’s get the initiation paddles!”

***

“OUUUHHH!!!!”

“YEEEOOWWW!!!”

“AAAIIEEEEEE!!!”

A chorus of howling screams echoed across the empty lot with each impact. The paddles were oars, broad and flat, each one covering an entire prankster ass. Their buttcheeks were squashed under each flat, brutal blow. Their asses were already bright tomato red and swelling. Occasionally the quaking spank was so strong it literally pounded the shit out of the pranksters’ asses, turds escaping out of their screaming sore butts with pitiful farting gurgles.

Their backs arched. Their eyes bugged out, watering with each stinging clap against their poor butts. Sometimes the frat boys were too enthusiastic, smacking Marty’s and Johnny’s jostling balls with the unrelenting surface of the paddles, making their legs buckle, their eyes cross, and their voices raise several glass-shattering octaves.

Every frat boy was having their fun with each butt in a seemingly never-ending conga line of horrific ass punishment that was no doubt going to last all night…