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Sidney Poindexter had made the biggest mistake of his afterlife. Ever since the Disasteroid debacle a few years back, things had become quiet in the Ghost Zone as its denizens celebrated their –so to speak- survival, to the point the monochromatic nerd had begun to grow bored; how was he supposed to fight bullies if they were in too much a good mood to bully people? That is why he decided to visit the living world and see what he could find around Casper High, hoping to come across a bully to put in his place. Instead he came across a most wonderful sight, the Sancta Sanctorum of all nerdkind: The girls locker room. Ghost or not, Poindexter was still a young man in the middle of his hormonal years, and as such couldn't resist the temptation to sneak a peek at the beauties of Casper High as they changed after gym class. And boy was he glad he did! Bombshell Paulina Sanchez’s supple breasts that struggled to remain contained in her frilly pink bra, the lovely Star in the shower rubbing soap on her smooth chilometric legs, even Sam Manson’s tight butt as she bent over to slip into her skirt. He just had to take a closer look. Little did he imagine the consequences his lust would bring. It was a known fact that as long as you didn’t go too far, Danny Phantom would have no reason to throw you back in the Zone. He already had his hands full with the big baddies that haunted Amity Park on the regular to deal with every small fry who’s worst crime was shouting ‘BOO’ to random passerbys. Also Pointdexter heard from the grapevine that the Box Ghost was out causing trouble again, and as weak as the pudgy ghost was he had a talent for being slippery so the halfa will likely be busy all day chasing after him. He forgot, Phantom wasn’t the only ghost hunter in town. "I'll teach you to peek on girls you perverted ectoslime!" screamed an enraged Valerie Gray as she flew after him. The buxom beauty had just finished getting undressed when she felt a chill in the air that put her on edge. Her guts told her to investigate, and were proven right to do so when a check of her scanner revealed the presence of a ghost in the room. It was at this point that all hell broke loose as not a second later she was on his tail like a cat chasing a mouse, ectoguns firing at will, covered in her skintight Red Huntress suit. She had thrown away the armored one after learning it was created by Technus, fearful he may be able to control it remotely –and rightfully so. Back to the present, Valerie had finally managed to corner the undead nerd inside a storage room, his powers temporarily shorted out by a stunner blast and her at the door to block his only way out. "Please! I'm sorry!” Poindexter begged for his afterlife. He knew that, unlike Phantom, the Red Huntress had no qualms about ending a ghost’s existence permanently. His arms were up in an instinctive attempt to shield himself, for all the good it would do against that monstrous bazooka aimed at him “I swear I won't do it again!" "Damn right you won’t” she sneered, charging up the shot “Sayonara you little-"
Thud!
“Ugh!” Valerie grunted as she was struck hard in the back of the head. She fell off her hoverboard and crashed on the floor, unconscious. "Huh?" Poindexter lowered his arms to find the feared Red Huntress out cold. Behind her were the culprits, which he immediately recognized as a pair of nerds just like him "Um... hi?" "Hello there. I'm Lester and this is my friend Mikey" the boy in the green sweater introduced himself and his redheaded companion as he put down the thick encyclopedia he had just used to whack the huntress, thankful she no longer wore a helmet “You alright?” "I’ll live… so to speak” the ghost said in gratitude. He floated closer to them, noting that his powers were already coming back “Thanks dudes, you really saved my bacon. Sydney Pointdexter, at your service. How can I ever repay my debt?" "Aw pssh, no problem” Mikey waved him off “We nerds gotta stick together, don't we?" The three boys shared a laugh of cameraderie. “Still, I can’t believe you knocked out a ghost hunter to save me. I thought humans were terrified of ghosts for always causing mayhem.” Lester snorted. “Not as much as she does, always firing missiles everywhere with no concern for innocent bystanders; when she’s focused on destroying a ghost everything else becomes irrilevant. She almost blasted a hole in my hair while chasing you, and I’ll bet my limited edition Nerd-Gi-Oh deck she didn’t even notice” he crouched down to take a better look at the Red Huntress "Though I gotta say, in the flesh she's even hotter than on tv." “Yeah. Danny is so lucky” Mikey huffed, jealousy clear in his voice. This perked Pointdexter’s curiosity. “What do you mean?” “You see, after the Disasteroid incident the whole world learned that Danny Fenton is actually Danny Phantom (still can’t believe no one figured it out sooner), hero and savior of Earth. So of course girls all over started going gaga over him: fanclubs, admirers, dozens of love letters stuffed in his locker everyday...” “Not that I can blame them” Lester admitted with some reluctance “He was already quite handsome back than; now at 18, he’s a real chick magnet. Turns out all these years of ghost fighting bulked him out rather nicely. You should see the abs he hides underneath those baggy clothes.” The human boys stared in chagrin at their flabby chests, a far cry from the halfa’s toned belly and thick muscular pecs. Pointdexter chose not to tell them things were pretty much the same in the Zone: nowadays Ember Mclain kept using love songs to try and make Phantom fall for her, Spectra wanted to replace her assistant Bertrand with him as her new lapdog-slash-fuckboy, and Desiree once let it slip she wouldn’t totally mind being touched by him. Coming from an obsessive man-hater like her it was basically a declaration of love. “Hold on a sec, I thought he was dating that scary goth chick?” “He is. Only it wasn’t long before he rekindled things with Valerie after their breakup so now he’s dating both of them. When someone asked her about it, she said he was ‘man enough for both of them’.” “Even Red enjoys flirting with him while they kick ghost butt –no offence.” “None taken.” “And since Sam and Val are terribly jealous but don’t seem to mind that, we’re pretty sure he is also going out with her” Lester sobbed “He’s got three hot chicks in his harem –that we know of- and we’re at our last school year without a single date in our resumè.” “But the worst came later. Because they’re dating a superhero, these girls now think rules no longer apply to them. Sam has reinstated her ultra-vegetarian lunch menu and is pushing the school board to serve it at least twice a week, while Val insists for more intense gym training so we can defend ourselves against ghosts. She even got Mrs Fenton to start a new class on ghost hunting, and that woman is brutal” Mikey held up one of his noodle arms and flexed to showcase the nonexistent muscle “These are built to hold books and throw D&D dice, not lift 10-kilo dumbbells!” “Paulina and Star are just as bad; they’re in a constant bad mood because Danny didn’t pick them as his girlfriends, and take it out on everyone else” Lester added ruefully, gesturing to himself and his friend “Guess who their favorite targets are?” “So what you’re saying is, you have a severe bully problem” Pointdexter rubbed his hands in glee “Than it’s a good thing I’m here; taking care of bullies is my specialty.” The ghost pointed a finger at Red, using his restored telekinesis to lift her limp body and dump it over her hoverboard. Her belly laid on the cold metal, butt sticking out on one side and breasts dangling from the other “Let’s start with this one, shall we?” “What are you gonna do to her?” “Me? Nothing. You? Whatever you want” Mikey and Lester gawked, eyes bouncing between him and the unconscious girl “I’m serious. As the main victims here, it’s your right to exact justice in any way you see fit. I’ll simply provide support however I can.” The nerds approached Red with trepidation, as if she was a wild animal ready to rouse up any second to pound on them and maul their bodies beyond recognition. Slowly, Lester extended a shaky finger to poke the firm buttocks. No reaction. He poked harder. Still nothing. Growing confident at the lack of response, he laid his palm on the warm flesh and squeezed. The huntress grimaced and wiggled her ass as if to dislodge a bothersome fly but didn’t wake up. Lester smiled from ear to ear as he grabbed the waistband of her pants and began dragging them down. He was slow, both for caution and to better savor the moment as inch by inch her rear end became visible; big, wide, supple… and totally naked. In the meantime Mikey had circled around the board to stand in front of Red and did the same to the upper half of her uniform. It was hard work as the cloth was skintight, but worth it when he pulled it off and revealed her magnificent DD size breasts, also bare for the world to see. The boys paused to stare at the exposed young woman, only the hood left to cover her dark-skinned body. However they had much better things to look at. “Is she a nudist?” wondered Lester, unaware that Valerie had been changing when Pointdexter showed up and didn’t have time to get dressed. “Does it matter?” replied Mikey, gently slapping a round tit and watching it sway back and forth. “Not in the least” Lester’s arm rose in the air, palm open, and came down on the pert bottom with thundering force.
Smack
… for a nerd that is. The skin didn’t even redden. Still it was enough for the huntress to grumble and squirm on the board. He soothed her by lightly caressing the struck area until she settled back, then lifted his hand again.
Smack
Caress.
Smack
Caress.
Smack
Caress with added squeeze.
Smack
Mikey didn’t remain idle, hands reaching for the chocolatey bosom before him. This was the first time in his life he got to see a boob, let alone touch one, and he planned to enjoy it to the fullest. His fingers stroked their lenght, groping and fondling, occasionally pinching a softer spot, and he watched in pride as her nipples elongated, becoming hard and swollen. As their ministrations continued Red’s noises began to change, growing less annoyed and more aroused. Lester laid a hand on each thighs and spread them apart, revealing a twitchy pink slit glistering in juices. She was close, no doubt about it. “That’s enough.” Mikey and Pointdexter looked at him like he had grown a second head “Are you crazy man? This is heaven!” “I want my first time to be with Valerie. I waited years to finally have her and I won’t settle for another” he glanced at her wet pussy again, and swallowed “No matter how… tempting it is.” Pointdexter whistled “Talk about dedication! I’d tip my hat if I had one.” Mikey grumbled a little but conceded “She’d probably scream her head off if we make her orgasm anyway, I’d rather not attract a teacher here.” The nerd crew stealthily made their way out of the storage room, leaving an unconscious and unsatisfied Red Huntress behind. In their blissful state of mind, they completely forgot about unmasking her. "Golly Gee that was fun!” Poindexter laughed in excitement. He hadn’t felt so alive since he was… well, alive “Where to next fellas?" "I don't know about you, but I know a few mean girls in serious need of some well earned payback" Mikey punched his palm, earning a grin from his two accomplices; then he winced and blew on it to soothe the pain “Interested?” “I’m always up for schooling a bunch of bullies! Lead the way, good sir.”
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On the green football field of Casper High, Paulina Sanchez was leading her cheerleader team in stretching exercises before the main workout "Ok girls, bend down and flex those backs." With elasticity gained from years of training, the girls went so low the yellow pom-poms touched their toes. This caused their ridiculously short skirts to ride up and expose the back of their panties; Paulina in particular wore a lacey red thong heavily wedged between her plump cheeks, bought in another attempt to seduce Danny were he to pass by and check out their routine. Too bad Danny wasn’t there to enjoy the show. Someone else, however, was. Hidden in the bleachers above the cheering squad, Poindexter and his new human friends felt a tingle between their legs as they watched the display before them. "By the Matrix” Sydney breathed at the sight, despite not needing to. Cheerleaders; nerdkind’s forbidden fruit and most coveted desire “I think we just hit the jackpot." "You bet we did” Lester said “Now let's go collect it." As he was about to jump out of hiding, Mikey grabbed his arm. "Don't rush in Lester” he warned “There are a dozen girls down there, even with a ghost on our side we won’t be able to catch all of them. One or two are sure to escape and warn the teachers, or worse Danny. We need a plan." While Lester was driven mainly by hormones, Mikey was more calculating, being the second smartest student in school after Tucker Foley the current Mayor of Amity Park. The ginger haired nerd took a look around his surroundings and got to work on devising the best strategy with the tools at hand. "Get those thighs pumping, nice and high!" Paulina lifted her right leg at an almost 180 angle, the other girls mimicking her movements. Right, left, right, left, skirts fluttering in the wind and breasts bouncing in the skimpy shirts. All the better to encourage their football team, distract rival players, and tease nerdy losers with what they will never get to feel, not even in a million years. The team kept practicing, unaware of the trio peeking from the bleachers. Mikey whispered his instructions to Poindexter and the ghost nodded once in understanding before he rose, invisible, in the air and drifted towards the oblivious girls. "And 1! 2! 3 and 4, let's go!" Paulina shouted for her squadmates to continue with their warmups, when suddenly they paused and let out a soft giggle that caught the Latina girl off guard. "What's so funny?" "Uhm, Paulina…" Star held a hand over her mouth to muffle the snickers while using a finger to point downward, causing her friend to follow it. Paulina’s eyes bulged out and she let out an unholy shriek upon finding her skirt gone, and quickly pulled down her pom-poms to cover the sexy lingerie. "Who did this!? Which one of you had the gall to-" she snarled at the other cheerleaders, only for her eyes to widen further as their clothes also began to vanish one by one. Everyone started to squeal in horror and embarrassment, demanding answers to what was going on; some even began to accuse one another or try to steal their pompoms to better cover themselves, like rabid dogs fighting over some gnawed bones. As the group of pristine, snobby A-lister hotties devolved into a mass of catfighting savages, Mikey and Lester were snapping picture after picture on their phones, enjoying every minute of it. "And now for the main event" Mikey looked in Pointdexter’s general direction and gave a thumb up. The ghost nerd threw away the skirt he’d just phased from the last cheerleader and waved his hand. Paulina let out an even louder shriek, a large wedge of pressure digging into her ass as her underwear floated upwards along with her friends’, legs kicking in the air. "Ugh... whoever did this... they’re dead!" Paulina screamed, unaware of the ironic accuracy of her statement. Just then she noticed several long multicolored ribbons (for their next cheering routine) rise off the ground and coil around the girls, arms bound by the wrists behind their back shirabi style and legs spread in frogties. There was even an elegant tiny bow right above their round bottoms. "What the hell is going on!" Star shrieked in both anger and fear. Her upper body hovered in a vertical position four feet off the ground, ass thrust behind her and perfectly lined up with the rest of her teammates’. "A little something called nerd justice" the girls all craned their necks to see Poindexter come into view, now flanked by Mikey and Lester, all three ogling the row of flawless, pantied derrieres before them. "You losers are behind this?!" Paulina demanded, thrashing in the thin but strong restrains, her plump buttocks bobbing up and down at the motion. "You bet; and trust me, you've had this coming for a long time" Mikey slowly approached Paulina to take hold of her soft buttcheeks “I lost count of how many times you sent Dash and his cronies after us just for some entertainment, mocked us, said we’d be lucky to be kissed by our grandmas and wouldn’t get a girlfriend if we were the last boys on Earth…” "Get your dirty hands off m-rrmmph!" Paulina and her cronies were silenced as the skirts were stuffed into their owners’ mouths, courtesy of Pointdexter. "That's enough out of you. You've been very bad girls, and bad girls need to be punished like any bully should" the ghost nodded at his friends, who grinned sinisterly and pulled out a pair of disciplinary wooden paddles. The two nerds moved into position, aimed, and brought them down hard and fast across the juicy butts.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
The football field was soon filled with the sobs of cheerleaders, tears filling their eyes as they floated helplessy in the air while the perverted nerds stood with identical grown bulges in their pants. Their strikes were methodic but unpredictable, alterning target at random so it was impossible to brace for impact; though Paulina and Star were clearly the favorites, their backsides red and throbbing in pain. "Now, has this taught you anything about being nice to people?" Lester playfully scolded the beauties while patting Star's ass, Mikey doing the same to Paulina. Star took a deep breath before throwing her ass back, hitting her molester square in the nose. "Lester!" Sidney and Mikey rushed to their friend's aid, the former losing focus of his powers and causing the girls to fall. Paulina seized the chance and tackled Mikey, wrapping her thighs around his neck tightly to crush his windpipe, murder in her eyes. "That's enough!" Pointdexter’s ghostly aura flared, forcing all girls off the ground again "Are you okay dude?" Mikey rubbed his neck and gave a silent nod. Lester moaned as he held his bruised nose “And here I thought being headbutted was just an expression.” "Looks like these two haven't been punished enough." "Yes it would appear so. We'll have to do something about that" Sydney smirked, sending a fearful shiver down the girls spines. The ghost gathered energy in his palm, ready to unleash his full power on those who hurt his friends…
Zzaaapp!
And howled in pain as a green ectobeam slammed into his back, hurling him halfway across the field. Once again all cheerleaders faceplanted on the grass. Everyone turned to stare in shock in the direction the blast had come from, and Mikey let out a –manly- shriek of terror at who he saw. “Hold it right there, spook!” shouted Sam, still aiming her wrist ray as she descended the bleachers two steps at a time “Love the work, really, but harassing shallow girls is MY job.” The nerds screamed in fear and held up their arms in surrender. However Sam didn’t even pause, racing past them without hesitation like they were invisible; either she hadn’t noticed their involvement, or just didn’t view them as a threat. Her gaze was set on Pointdexter, who had realized the incoming danger and was flying away from the scary goth at top speed. For a long moment Mikey and Lester just stood there, staring after the two as they disappeared into the Casper High storage building. Then the latter grabbed his friend’s arm and began to drag him after them. “W-wait, where are you going?” “To save our friend, duh!” Lester replied like it was obvious “Think of what Sam could do to him!” “Think of what she could do to us!” Truth is, Mikey was terrified of Sam. Had been since kindergarten, when he saw her punch a boy twice her size for swatting a bee. The poor guy got a black eye and was left in tears for the rest of the day while she lectured him about the importance of impollinators for the environment. It didn’t help that over the years she’d only gotten creepier and scarier, with a glare that could melt steel and heavy combat boots that could crush knees. In a town full of malevolent ghosts, she was the one person he feared the most. “Nerds stick together no matter what” stated Lester in a serious tone “So tell me, are you a nerd or a chicken?” Mikey wavered for a second, then swallowed his fear and nodded. He had to do this, the nerd code of honor demanded it. And if Sam ended up killing him… well, at least he already had a friend on the other side. Inside the storehouse was chaos, green ectobeams flying everywhere and singing walls and crates. A box of frozen meat had been destroyed, its contents scattered around as the two opponents fought fiercely, neither taking heed to the new arrivals. Pointdexter levitated a dozen hamburgers and sent them towards his foe. Sam threw herself on the ground just in time to avoid the meaty shurikens and laid still until the barrage was over. She didn’t notice how the sudden dive had caused her skirt to flip upside down, exposing black silky panties with a white skull in the middle. Behind her, however, Lester definitely noticed. And while Valerie would always come first in his mind, the hormonal side of him recognized a golden opportunity to rescue Pointdexter and have fun doing so. “I know that grin, dude” commented Mikey warily, though he was also rather taken by the sight of those round, tight buns “What are you up to?” “Watch and learn, young padawan” Lester grabbed one of the frozen wurstels on the floor and took careful aim, complex diagrams about trajectory and air resistance flashing in his nerdy brain at lightning speed. Sam was now on her hands and knees, ass wiggling slightly as she began to stand back on her feet; he could’ve sworn the skull’s jaw was moving up and down, almost like it was laughing at him, which only fueled his determination. His arm wound back, then with all the strenght and skill of years playing at the arcade, he threw. The boys watched in wonderment as the wurstel zipped through the air. It rammed right into the skull’s mouth and plunged between her buttcheeks, seemingly in slow motion, to bury itself halfway there. From this angle they couldn’t see the goth’s lips form a perfect O, nor her eyes widen to the size of saucers, but they sure as hell heard her howl like a wounded wolf as she shot up like a spring. The shock-powered leap sent her over five feet up and twelve forward, just like Lester had calculated; for that was the stoking place of a steel drum full of meat sauce that, as luck would have it, someone had forgotten to close. There was a loud splash as the ultra-recyclo-whatever landed inside the barrel assfirst and was submerged in delicious, lumpy gravy. Faster than he thought himself capable of, Lester rushed to pick up the lid and slammed it on top of the container just as Sam’s head reemerged, resulting in a loud clang. The impact stunned her for a few seconds, more than enough for him to seal the barrel shut. “Touchdown!” he cheered and highfived Mikey, who had watched everything in clear incredulity “That must’ve been worth at least a hundred points, don’t you think?” “More like a thousend” his friend praised “Trapping a veggie lover inside a pool of meat? Not even Paulina could’ve come up with something so ironically wicked!” A metallic bang came from the barrel, which wobbled in place, followed by a string of muffled curses. Evidently Sam had just kicked it with her combat boots. “Yeah, good luck with that” guffawed Lester “That drum’s made of stainless steel. You’re not gonna break out so easily.” There was a loud ZAP, then a green laser blasted off a section of metal. “I think we forgot about the wrist ray” gulped Mikey, taking an instinctive step back as a stream of sauce poured from the newlymade hole. A hand burst out, covered in meat chunks and crimson fluid. The rest of her arm followed, flailing around blindly, then the other hand made its appearance. To Mikey, it was like one of those horror movies where the rotting zombie rises from its grave to slaughter a bunch of innocent children. His knees shook in terror, teeth chattering together as the head emerged, mouth open in a low groan. Sam’s ponytail had come loose and the gloopy hair was plastered over her face. The shoulders were next to exit the jagged gap and-
Rrriiiipppp
Mikey blinked. The goth’s top had gotten snagged on a piece of metal and was slowly tearing off. To his surprise Sam just kept going, uncaring of the fact her clothes were being shredded. No, he suddenly realized. She actually hadn’t noticed. Her ears were as full of sauce as her eyes, she was blind and deaf to the world.
Rrrrrriiiiiiipppppp
The girl continued crawling forward, ignorant of the destruction she was wreacking on her own wardrobe. The torso fully surfaced, at the price of leaving her top behind, and she squirmed to extract her lower half. She succeeded, losing her skirt and the dreaded combat boots in the process. The girl who had haunted his nightmares from youth laid there before him, humiliated and half naked and still unaware of either as she tried to get up on all four only to repeatedly slip on the slick floor. The only thing visible on her was the wurstel that started it all, proudly sticking out of her rump. And he spent all those years being afraid of that? “Wait” he stopped Lester, who had been about to move “She’s mine.” It was time to exorcize the boogeywoman, once and for all. Mikey swallowed the last of his fear and crouched down to unfasten the wrist ray on Sam’s arm. “Pointdexter!” he called “I need sausages, pronto!” Albeit confused by his friend’s odd request, the ghost levitated a bunch of meat strings from another crate and sent them hovering to him. Mikey snatched the closest one and stepped beside the goth’s butt to grip the frozen wurstel in his free hand and give it a sharp twist. Sam stopped flailing for a split second, then let out a horrible screech and reached out to the offended area with both hands. It was just a matter of waiting for her wrists to be in the right position, wrap the sausage string around them and knot it tight. Her legs flailed around at random, kicking everywhere in range, until he immobilized them with a second meaty rope at the ankles. Her enraged screams were also neutralized via meatball stuffed in her mouth. And just like that it was over, the fierce goth helpless at his feet, bound and gagged by the thing she hates the most. Poetic justice at its finest. She squirmed and strained against her restrains, and Mikey laughed at how the wurstel wiggled like a tail as her ass shook. “Steak” he called again, sounding like a surgeon about to operate. “Fillet or shinbone?” Good question. Sam’s derriere was small and toned unlike Paulina’s plump backside, it deserved the best quality of food for a good spanking. As he pondered, the girl was struggling so hard it flung pieces of meat off her body. His attention was drawn to a hint of violet on her back. Of course. A mere spanking was too bland for such an unique girl. She deserved something special. Mikey caressed inbetween her shoulder blades until his fingers caught on a couple buttons. Grinning, he popped them and let the purple bra fall off her torso before rolling her bellyup. No longer protected by the garment, her perky C-cup breasts were left bare to see, the pale and unblemished skin a sharp contrast against the rest of her sauce-soaked body. The boy eagerly licked his lips as he straddled Sam's waist, hands going to squeeze the soft tits. They were so cute, round and firm and just big enough to fit into his palm, a perfect pearly white save for the rosy tips. Without thinking, he leaned over to clamp his lips around one and suck on it, occasionally switching up between them. For such a gloomy goth, she tasted surprisingly sweet. Of course Sam didn’t remain idle. She thrashed and buckled to throw him off, screaming what were either profanities or threats of a slow and gruesome death. Her efforts backfired as the body heat radiating off her caused the sauce to dry up and harden into a coccoon, further hindering her movements. He took advantage of it by shifting his right hand to grip the wurstel and slid it up and down her rectum whenever she got too roudy. Feeling her nipples stiffen and elongate in his mouth was a nice bonus, and Mikey was all too willing to lick and nibble on them. The goth’s body tensed, its jerking less violent and more spasmodic, though the stream of curses never wavered. “Guys, she’s almost there” even through his pants he could feel her rapidly heating lovebox, that underneath the coat of sauce was no doubt soaked with another kind of liquid “Get ready in one, two, three!” Mikey simultaneously bit a nipple and pinched the other. A second later Sam let out a guttural roar before falling limp beneath him, too exausted to keep fighting, immobile save for her hips twitching in the afterglow. And just like that, the gothic menace had been tamed. Or as he preferred to put it: “The goth chick is cooked.” "So what do we do now?" Lester asked “Are you gonna…” Mikey considered the throbbing between his legs and was sorely tempted. However break time was almost over, and like any self-respecting nerd he refused to skip class. It’ll have to wait until after school. “Not yet. For now let’s just bag 'em and put 'em in the computer lab" the boy smirked “It’s still closed from Technus’ attack last week, no one will check there.” “Them?” Lester smacked his forehead “Duh, the cheerleaders! Can’t believe I almost forgot about them.” “No prob, bob” Sydney levitated the humiliated and defiled Sam, carrying her off to the field where Paulina, Star and the other girls had been left so he could take all of them to their new residence.
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At that precise moment, Jazz Fenton was exiting the school main building carrying a pile of study books on ghosts. She had been heading to her locker to unload them when a loud noise from outside drew her attention and she decided to investigate. 'That sounded like a wrist blaster. There's something strange going on here’ she snorted ‘Than again that's nothing new at Casper High.' Jazz suddenly heard voices from around the corner and stopped in her tracks. Peeking over she saw Mikey and Lester leaving the football field, and grimaced. The two nerds had been victims of numerous abuse by Dash and the other A-Listers, but despite feeling sympathetic to their mistreatment she couldn’t help but be creeped out by their stalkerish and perverted behavior. In the entire school only Tucker boasted a higher number of lectures for loitering around the female locker room, but at least he had the decency to respect a girl’s decision and back off when she said ‘no’ instead of stalking her around school or inviting her to prom every single day for 3 months. ‘I bet my psychology manual they came here to spy on the cheerleaders’ if memory serves Paulina and her cronies had practice today. Though it was weird she couldn’t hear their training routine. Jazz startled and stifled a gasp when she noticed an unfamiliar black-and-white ghost float beside them, and a long line of girls hovering behind him in various states of bondage and undress. Among them were Paulina, Star, and a surprisingly limp Sam. Usually she’d be the first to throw a hissy fit at this ‘chauvinistic damsel in distress predicament’, and yet she was barely moving at all. 'What's going on here?' Jazz thought to herself, as the nerds didn’t look at all scared by the monochromatic specter. In fact they were chatting and laughing like old friends. "This has been the greatest day of our lives!" Lester cheered as he and Mikey trotted behind their bound captives, the perfect position to admire the mass of floating posteriors bob up and down. "Gives the phrase ‘picking up ladies’ a whole new meaning" Mikey snickered, then grinned lustfully. The boy was drunk on success, his adrenaline and hormones at an all-time high as he kept ranting “So, who’s next? Sam’s mom is pretty hot, and Jazz Fenton is not too bad either. Then we could-” “Easy there, buster” chided Lester “Try to keep your libido in check, we still have one class to go through.” "I know, I know. Never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait for school to be over." “Me too bud. Me too…” The redhead followed after them, mindful to keep a safe distance. As the boys entered the main building Sidney turned intangible and phased through a wall with his captives in tow while Mikey and Lester entered the library, intent to cross it as a shortcut for their next class. The elder Fenton sibling quietly snuck into the large hall, only to find it empty. She scratched her head in confusion and looked around, unaware of the small pamphlet laid in her way until it was to late; Jazz stepped over the thin cover and let out a cry of shock as her foot slipped underneath her, sending the girl to slam against a nearby bookshelf. The impact caused an avalance of books to topple down, some hitting Jazz on the head with a loud ruckus. "Ow!" she groaned and rubbed her aching head “Let’s hope they didn’t hear that-” "Well, well, look who's here" Jazz looked over at the two nerds looming over her “And people call us stalkers.” "What are you two up to?" Jazz demanded, glaring at the duo “Don’t try to deny it, I saw you and that ghost abducting innocent girls!” “Innocent my ass, those harpies had it coming” Mikey stated "We're just getting some long overdue payback." "Payback?" Jazz frowned "Look guys, I understand you have been through a lot here at school: bullied and demeaned by jocks, teased and ignored by girls... But this is not the way to solve it, what you’re doing is nothing more than harassment and self gratification disguised as justice." Lester rolled his eyes. "Here we go, the self-righteous hypocrite” he snorted “You know, for someone who always preaches about ‘making your own life choices’ you sure like to meddle in other people’s business and force them to see things your way." "Hey!" Jazz shot up to her feet, insulted by the comment “That’s not true!” "No? You did like bossing your brother around" Lester said with a smirk. One good thing that comes from spending hours stuck in your locker is that you can eavesdrop on all sorts of conversations and juicy gossip with none the wiser. In a mocking high-pitch voice that did not sound like Jazz at all, he added “’Danny, don’t forget your homework’ ‘Danny, you’re a world-known role model now so be responsible’ ‘Danny, let me pick at your brain for my research, it’ll only take a couple hours’…” "That's it!" In a fit of anger, Jazz reached to grab the Fenton Peeler in her back pocket. Before she could however, Lester crouched swiftly to yank down her pants at the ankles. "Eeep!" the orangette cried out in shock and embarrassment at having her pink Fenton underwear exposed. As she dropped the Peeler and bent over to pick them up, the two nerds seized the opportunity to grip the edge of her shirt and pull it over her head, twisting and weaving the fabric to bind her arms while simultaneously blinding her. "You won't get away with this!" Jazz swung blindly at the pair only to trip on her pants and land facedown on the floor. Her pantyclad ass was high in the air, mooning a confused Pointdexter. “Did I miss something?” asked the bemused ghost. “Nope, you’re just in time for the main event” Mikey held up three disciplinary paddles “Care for a little game of ping pong?” "Gentlemen" Sidney picked one and floated behind Jazz as she was struggling to her feet “It would be my pleasure.”
Whack
"Ow!” Jazz shrieked when the blows started raining down hard across her bottom, and stumbled away from her tormentors. They all shared a glance before each of them quickly ran to surround her; Mikey on the left, Lester to the right and Poindexter in the middle. As the blindfolded girl hopped close to him Lester lifted his paddle to deliver a mighty wallop across her right buttcheek. Panicked she inverted course and jumped back, giving Poindexter the chance to directly strike her asscrack and send her towards Mikey so he could assault her left buttock. “Ow! Stop that! Ow!"
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
CRACK! went the Fenton Peeler as Jazz accidentally stepped on it. She didn’t even hear the noise of circuits breaking, covered as it was by the sound of wood on flesh and her own screams of pain.
Whack!
Whack!
This went on for a while before Jazz managed to tear the shirt off her head and slip out of her pants "You... are... so... dead!" Sydney was about to make a joke on how he already was, but his humor vanished when he saw her pick up the Peeler from the floor and turn it on. "Uh-oh" Poindexter gulped. Jazz grinned as the silver armor spread across her body, but her excitement was short lived as the suit began to spark and frizzle. Suddenly her jet boots activated on their own, sending her flying around the library like a runaway comet, smashing into whatever came her way till she crashed into the library roof and plummeted downward. "What just happened…?" Jazz mumbled, dizzy but unharmed. The same could not be said for her suit, which had collected even more damage. “Warning, unauthorized user detected!” came Jack Fenton’s booming voice from the speakers “Restraining protocol initiated!” “What?” gasped Jazz. The recognition software must’ve broken! “Dad, it’s me! Your daughter!” For someone so smart, she should’ve known better than to argue with a computer. Let alone one programmed by Jack Fenton. Jazz felt her arms cross over her chest by themselves, while her legs locked together. The armor began to shift, plates sliding and locking to form a metallic straightjacket. "Hey what the hell is th-mmrph!" Jazz's protests were silenced as the helmet retracted and reformed into a muzzle over her mouth. Jazz toppled to the floor, wiggling around like a helpless worm while the trio of nerds stood over her. It didn’t help her self-esteem that while the repurposed suit was doing an excellent job of restraining her movements, it had left her butt completely unprotected from those lustful stares. Jazz shivered as she eyed the paddles still in their hands. Something told her they weren’t planning to just stare at it. There was a literal thunderstorm hanging over Valerie’s head as she paced back and forth, the rest of her classmates wisely giving her a wide berth. This day had been a disaster so far: first a perverted spook has the gall to peek on her while she’s changing; then somehow knocks her out when she goes after him, waking up half an hour later naked and with a throbbing tushy and pussy -though the latter was a different sort of throbbing. Not even time to process what happened, that she had to rush back to the locker room to get dressed and then to the school gym for their lesson on ghost hunting despite still being horny as hell. Any other occasion she would’ve waited until her hormones settled down or settled them herself via masturbation; however this was one class she absolutely couldn’t be late for: not only was it her favorite, but it was taught by her boyfriend’s mother, Madeline Fenton. Who, as it turns out, had to cancel due to a sudden ghost attack requiring her intervention. Hopefully it was that pervy ectoslime and she was gonna waste him for good. Some students like Paulina and her cohorts hadn’t bothered to show up at all (a bit weird, them being such big Phantom fangirls, but she wasn’t complaining), others were entertaining themselves by playing ping-pong or skipping rope. The class nerds, Mikey and Lester, were immersed in a thick conversation while looking so smug you’d think they just won the Nobel. None of this changed the fact Valerie was losing her marbles here, eager to go and bust some ghosts but reluctant to leave in case Maddie came back early. Her rock-hard nipples were driving her insane with every movement despite being pinned in a tight sports bra, and she swore she could hear her panties squelch from what little ‘moisture’ got out. It was too much, she needed a way to blow off steam, vent her frustration and horniness. And if ghost hunting was out of the question, she would have to settle for a less satisfying alternative. “Alright people, listen up!” she clapped her hands to garner the general attention “With or without our teacher, this is still a school session. How about we warm up with some hand-to-hand combat? I promise I’ll go easy this time.” The students noted the murderous look on her face, the way her fists clenched and unclenched in barely suppressed rage, and promptly stampeded out of the gym so fast they left a cloud of dust in their wake. “I said I’d go easy!” she screamed at their retreating forms “Is it so hard to find a brave volunteer?” “You’ve got two right here.” Valerie startled, turned to the speaker, and startled again; out of everyone she knew, Mikey and Lester were the last people she’d expect to agree to non-mandatory physical workout. Granted Lester had that creepy crush so he may be trying to impress her (eugh!), but Mikey was supposed to be smart. Ugh, those weaklings wouldn’t last five minutes against her, especially considering her current mood. Still better than nothing she supposed. “Ok than; ready, set, go!” she lunged at her sacrificial lambs- I mean sparring partners. Predictably the boys split up and dashed in opposite directions in hopes to confuse her. A foolish move, she’d simply have to pick them one at a time. The first to go would be Mikey, the brain of the duo. As she thought, the nerd stopped after less than a minute and leant on a wall for support, panting like he had just run a marathon. Valerie rolled her eyes and confidently marched up to him, cracking her knuckles for pure dramatic effect; he looked like she could topple him with a flick to the forehead. A strange sensation washed over her, like hands brushing her waist for the briefest of seconds. She paused her advance, wondering why her legs suddenly got cold. “Do you feel a breeze?” she asked in confusion. Mikey snickered. “No, but I do feel a great appreciation for your choice in underwear.” Even more puzzled, Valerie looked down. Her face burst into flames at the sight of her skirt pooled around the ankles, displaying a pair of simple red panties. “Eeeep!” she shrieked and bent over to retrieve the garment. In that pose, head between her thighs, she caught a glimpse of an upside down Lester right behind her, one hand held high.
Smack
“Owie!” her cry was of indignation more than pain. Really, it was little more than a pat. Still the humiliation of being spanked, by her stalker no less, sent her ballistic. Valerie wasn’t stupid, far from it. Her grades were excellent despite having a job as a cashier and another as the Red Huntress. She was however highly hot tempered and laser focused; when she set her sight on a goal nothing could stop her, at the expense of forgetting everything else. So instead of wondering just how her skirt fell, she just whirled on her axis and charged her new target, foaming at the mouth. Lester proved as athletically inept as his companion; his pathetic escape ended in less than 30 seconds and he keeled over, cheeks covered in red splotches, trying to refill his lungs with precious oxygen. “I’ve got you now you creep!” Valerie shouted triumphantly as she took another step… and faceplanted on the floor, face smushed on the cool tiles and ass high in the air. Her shoelaces were tied together. “What the-” she didn’t get to finish that question. Mikey approached her rear side, holding a ping-pong paddle like a bat. He angled it just right then let loose a powerful blow.
Wham!
“Ow!” this one, she felt. Valerie furiously ripped her shoes off and stood up, though not before two more hits landed.
Wham!
Wham!
Her vision filled with red. The same red those nerds will be covered in by the time she was done with them. She didn’t even register the intangible hand brushing her back, nor the light rustle of cotton as her bra was slipped off. She did however feel it when her released breasts began bouncing around as she ran. The turgid, horribly sensitive nipples scraped the rough fabric of her shirt with each step, sending jolts of pleasurable agony throughout her body. Her charge turned into an awkward stumble before grinding to a halt, and she frantically searched for her lost garment. Instead she found that Mikey and Lester had joined up and were now rushing at her head-on, so close their sides were touching. Ok, this was insulting. Were they seriously planning to tackle her? Running was out of the question, the slightest sway of her tits was torture. So Valerie stood her ground and braced for impact, immovable wall against soon-to-be-stopped force. Five meters separated them. Four… three… two… Less than a meter away the boys split, Mikey going to her left and Lester to the right. She only noticed that the two nerds each held one end of a skipping rope when they began running circles around her, wrapping the cord again and again. Before she could process what was happening, her arms were bound to the sides by a dozen coils. The rope went up and down, over her elbows and wrists as well as above and below her knees. “Why you-” Valerie growled and began to struggle. The bondage had been done in a haste and was full of wiggle room, she’d be out in a minute “This won’t stop me!” “I know” Lester strutted –strutted!- until he was right in front of her, smiling smugly “However, it should be enough for me to do this.” Her eyes bulged out as a single finger brushed inbetween her legs. The boy was overjoyed to find it wet and sticky. “I thought I saw a dark stain on your panties” unaware of her earlier ministrations by his own hands, he wrongly assumed she was aroused by his presence “Admit it, you love me too. You were just too shy to confess.” In his delusion, he threw away all restraints and pressed his finger harder, sinking into the puffy folds. Valerie opened her mouth to scream, and that’s when he smashed his lips against hers. It was nothing like Danny’s sweet, gentle kisses; this was rough and possessive, tongue aggressively swirling inside her mouth as if to claim ownership of it. Another finger joined the first, then one more, pumping hard and fast inside her womanhood. Her mind couldn’t compute all those mixed signals at once so… it didn’t. As orgasmic waves began washing over Valerie, her brain shut down and darkness swallowed her whole. It was a good minute before Lester realized his beloved had fainted and separated their lips with a wet pop. “That… was… amazing!” each word came out as a low growl, like he was on the verge of an orgasm himself “Her smell, her taste, they’re better than anything I ever dreamt of!” Pointdexter returned visible to give him a thumb up. A piece of Valerie’s bra stuck out of his pocket. “Wowzers, that was some kiss” he praised “Wish I got a chance like that when I was alive.” Lester tightened his hold possessively. Also she was heavier than expected and he was struggling to keep her upright “Nope, sorry, this one’s all mine” with some reluctance, he added “But if you help take her to the others, you can keep the bra.” “Deal” Pointdexter easily heaved the unconscious girl over his shoulder, turned both intangible and sunk into the ground. Mikey and Lester were left alone in the gym. “Guess it’s the long way for us.” “Than let’s go, I can’t wait for my next makeout session. I’m gonna smooch her so hard, our lips will have bruises!”
Bang!
The nerds yelped in fright as the door slammed open and in walked one Maddie Fenton, carrying a large cardboard box full of hypertechnological gizmos designed to be a ghost’s worst nightmare. “Hello dearies!” her smile faded upon seeing there were only two people in the room, and she sighed “I’m a bit late, huh? Didn’t expect that ectopuss to take so long. No matter, two diligent students is better than none. Sit down boys, lesson’s about to start.” The ‘diligent students’ exchanged a panicked look. They couldn’t waste time here, they had chicks waiting for them! “Actually ma’am, we can’t…” Mikey began, when Maddie turned her back to them and bent over to rummage into the box. The boys’ mouths fell open at the mastodontic posterior now in front of their faces. Paulina and Valerie had been well endowed, but this… this behemoth easily dwarfed both. Combined. “We can’t wait to learn!” Lester concluded in a rush when Maddie glanced over her shoulder. “Aw, how sweet. And they say youngsters have no interest in learning nowadays” she went back to her box, taking out one invention at a time “Let’s start with the ghost gabber. It translates a ghost’s otherwordly language into human speech.” Mikey glared at his friend. “Dude, what are you doing?” he whispered urgently “We already have our girls, don’t get greedy.” “The Fenton thermos contains up to 50 ghosts. Can also be used as an actual thermos!” “I know, but we can’t give up on that” Lester pointed at Maddie’s swaying derriere as she grabbed another item, her voice fading in the background. “…disintegrate ghosts…” Maddie continued monologuing. “What happened to ‘Valerie is the only one for me’?” “…incinerate ghosts…” “What happened to ‘I wouldn’t touch Sam Manson with a 10 foot pole’?” “…vaporize ghosts…” “That’s different!” “…electrocute ghosts…” “Look, Sydney said he never got to enjoy a girl in life, remember? Mrs Fenton is the ultimate MILF and a ghost huntress to boot, she’d be perfect for his first time! Don’t you think we owe it to him after all he’s done for us?” “…melt ghosts…” “This isn’t a dumb cheerleader like Paulina or an amateur huntress like Sam. She’s a grown woman with a black belt, an IQ three times higher than ours, and a veritable arsenal at her disposal. We’d need a lot more than an encyclopedia or a frozen wurstel to take her down!” “…capture and restrain ghosts…” Mikey snapped back to attention “I’m sorry, what was the last one?” “The Jack-O-Tail?” Maddie turned to face her students, much to their disappointment until they took in her sizable breasts perfectly highlighted by the skintight jumpsuit, and showed them a simple metal pole “It releases a bunch of titanium ropes that bind the ghost, followed by an ectoshock to neutralize their powers.” Lester gingerly took the weapon and examined it. The mechanism looked basic, just point and press the red button. “Would it work on a human?!” he blurted out far too eagerly. Mikey elbowed him in warning, but Maddie didn’t seem to mind. “In theory, sure. However we never actually tested it that way” she shrugged “Why do you ask?” Lester pressed the button. Nine ropes of pure titanium burst out, each with Jack Fenton’s smiling face on its end, and shot towards their target. Maddie screamed in shock as the small but indestructible tendrils began to envelop her body. One wrapped itself around her wrists, behind her back. A second went for the elbows, forcing them together and causing her chest to thrust out. Two circled at the base of her large tits and made them bulge out even more, while a third zipped around her torso to create a breast harness. Another pair tied her legs, one each, binding them frogstyle with her heels pressed against her butt. The second-to-last landed in her mouth, the smiley Jack wedged in as a crude but effective gag. The final one was the worst -or best depending on the point of view; it zipped down her front, between her legs and up again to lock on the breast harness. The line was pulled taut, and Maddie muffle-cried as the thin wire dug into her crotch and asscrack. To make matters worse, the main portion of the weapon had been yanked from Lester’s grip by the rewinding wires and now pressed uncomfortably against her bumhole, held in place by the crotchrope. Somehow still on her feet, the woman swayed back and forth to retain her balance. “Mmmmh!” she screamed, twisting this way and that to escape the bondage. A futile effort; these ropes could hold an elephant “Mmmh mmmmph!” A sudden twerk had her tip backwards. Her fall was broken by the Jack-O-Tail acting as a third leg, and she squealed as the metal stick was pushed deeper between her bubbly buttocks. She tried to right herself, but lacked the leverage and kept dropping back. Each time the thick rod sunk a bit more. Thankfully the jumpsuit was too tough for it to break through, so her rear entrance was –mostly- safe. Then came the shock. Literally; the weapon released a powerful ectozap across its tendrils. It wasn’t painful, more of a horrible itch you can’t scratch but harmless to her body. The same couldn’t be said for her clothes, as everything in direct contact with the ropes was quickly incinerated. What remained of her suit fell down like snowflakes, the only exception being a pair of green Fenton panties decorated with fluorescent chibi ghosts. “MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHH!” Panties, it turns out, are terrible protection against the high-tech whip assaulting her bottom at the moment. While it didn’t rip, the thin material did NOTHING to hold back the handle as it drove itself harshly into her crack when she wobbled back in her unstable position. “HHYYYRRRMMM! HYYRRMMPPHHHRR!” Maddie desperately tried to move her bound legs as if they were wings while thrusting her chest forward in an attempt to throw her body in the opposite direction. It was all in vain though, as her loud cries quickly began to mix with a very undignified and, shamefully, somewhat pleasured groan as her ass was fully invaded. Worse still, she didn’t fall back completely. Instead the handle only went in far enough that she was now angled into a leaning back position that kept the penetrative force in her butt under a continuous pressure. The redhead mewled as every little twitch her body gave resulted in the Jack-O-Tail wriggling around in her backside. Though the red of her hair was nothing compared to how much darker her already blushing face got as she heard Mikey’s cheeky voice “Well, test complete: it works!” “FFRRYYYRRRGGGHH!” being reminded of her students’ presence sent her humiliation up to a whole new level. A lecherous grin on his face, Lester strolled around the restrained woman to admire her from all angles before crouching down to be eye level with her “So, I bet you wish you cancelled today’s lesson huh?” Mikey was about to add his own comment when he felt a shift of cold air, heralding their friend’s return “Just in time. Sydney, we have a gift for you.” Pointdexter became visible, shock on his face as he stared at the new acquisition. His jaw hung so low it almost touched the floor. “She’s… mine?” “Mmmmmrrh” Maddie growled, staring daggers at the ghost. Now it was all clear, this putrid pile of ectoplasm must be controlling her innocent students! “Yup! Consider it a ‘thank you’ for your help today, we never would’ve come this far without you.” “Golly gee, thanks buddies” the bespectacled ghost smiled ear to ear, his eyes shining like he was on the verge of tearing up “You’re the best friends a nerd could hope for.” “…ok, I gotta ask. Do you have to use those archaic exclamations? You must know something more recent.” “Holy s**t on a s**t sandwitch filled with s**t and covered in s**t, with some s**t on top!” The boys stared at him in undisguised disgust “Nevermind, keep using golly gees.” Maddie mustered up the best glare she could to stare the ghost down, silently demanding to be released. An impressive fear in her current state. Too bad his attention was nowhere near her face; taking advantage of the position he was in, Pointdexter leaned even further and buried his head into her cleavage, gleefully rubbing his cheeks on the pillow-like mounds. “Mmmh!” on instinct Maddie leant away from his cold touch, only to shriek when the action sent another inch of cold metal up her rectum. At this point more than half of it was out of view. Frantic to relieve the pressure, she redirected her movement forward, squashing her breasts against his face. Already a solid D+ cup, they had gained an ulterior extra size due to the chest harness and now bulged out, round and large spheres crowned by thick nipples and dark wide areolas. Pointdexter caressed her globes tenderly, peppering the delicate skin with gentle kisses and occasionally sucking and nibbling on it. As the ministrations continued, Maddie’s screams grew less indignant and more lustful. When he flicked one of her nubs, she nearly fainted. As this was taking place, Mikey and Lester were squirming in mild discomfort as the seat of their pants seemed to shrink two sizes. The ghost noticed and smiled kindly. “Relax buddies, I’m not going to hog her all to myself” they sighed in relief at the reassurance before he lowered himself between her spread legs and tugged off the front of her panties to expose a thin, hairless rosy slit. He licked his lips eagerly “But first, I must shed my identity as a nerdy ghost boy and officially become a nerdy ghost man.”
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The bell rang, signaling the end of yet another Friday. A horde of students rushed out in excitement, impatient to leave books and classes behind and enjoy a weekend of fun and relax. But in one particular room, deep into the building, a certain trio had absolutely no intention of leaving school anytime soon; in fact they were having the time of their lives. Mikey, Lester and Sydney were lounging in their personal massage chairs, aka a bunch of cheerleaders tied together in the rough shape of seats and constantly squirming in their bondage. What lacked in aesthetic was more than made up in softness and warmth. "Ah, this is the life" Mikey stretched his legs to lay his feet on a pair of round breasts “Right dudes?” "You bet it is" Lester smirked, wiggling his butt atop a furious brunette’s face “I never want to stand again.” Pointdexter sipped his soda, then grimaced upon finding it empty. "Uh, looks like our drinks are running low" he pulled out a small bell and gave it a ring “Garson? A refill sivuplè.” Valerie Grey stepped forward on vertiginous heels, dressed in a slutty maid outfit tightly hugging her waist, a micro miniskirt that barely covered her rear, holding up a service tray in cuffed hands. Any protests were blocked by the red rubber ballgag wedged between her lips, but she still glared at her captors with pure hate as she slowly bent over –showcasing an abysmal amount of cleavage in the process- to pour them a full glass of soda before standing up. "Thanks sweetie" Lester gave her a tip -in the form of smacking her ass. "Fhhk hou" Valerie grunted through her gag, earning herself another slap in response. "Nice to see the girls are enjoying their new lives, don't you think so kitten?" Mikey smirked as he stroked the head of none other than Sam Manson. The once fearsome goth was now dressed in a fullbody black latex suit complete with plugtail and cat ears, the hood revealing only her eyes and purple colored lips with a matching ballgag in her mouth. "Grrrnmm" Sam growled at the boy petting her, yanking in futile anger at the frogtied limbs forcing her on all four. "Now now, be nice or else you'll have to be disciplined like your friends" Poindexter pointed to the side where Paulina and Star hung by their underwear dressed in skimpy cheerleader costumes –really, just regular costumes trimmed at the edge. Their dangling bums swung like pendulums as they were assaulted by a multitude of floating rulers and paddles, tears of ruined massacra leaking from their eyes, screams muted by gags “Really, you should be grateful we took the time to raid the theater club wardrobe for those cute outfits instead of just leaving you naked.” "Speaking of which, the show’s about to start" Sydney warned, drawing the others’ attention. Sultry music filled the air before Jazz Fenton reluctantly strutted to the centre of the room dressed in an harem outfit so indecent you could barely classify it as clothes. She crouched on her knees, thrusting her tush to her captors, twerking and shaking it to the rythm. "Gotta say, you daughter’s a much better dancer than you Maddy" Poindexter said to the gagged and harem-clad MILF on his lap, grinding himself on her wide posterior. The woman groaned in discomfort at the violating sensation, though it was nothing compared to when he ate up her pussy earlier. She never thought it possible to have so many orgasms in a row, and from a ghost no less! The human boys were also growing excited; Lester yanked down Valerie’s cleavage to bare her large bosom while Mikey unzipped Sam’s front suit, then the girls were forced in front of their bulging crotches for a nice tittyfuck. They had suffered those hardons all day long, teased by one hottie after another but never able to satisfy themselves, it was high time for some well deserved relief. "Mmmh, yes, this is the good stuff” Poindexter sighed blissfully, closing his eyes to better enjoy his friends’ pleased grunts “I hope today never ends." The young ghost wasn’t lying; he'd had more fun in the last few hours than in his entire life -and afterlife. Up until this morning it would’ve taken a miracle for a girl to even speak to him, and now here he was, a sexy ghost hunting MILF on his lap and a harem of beautiful hotties ready to service him and his new pals in whatever way they saw fit. Nothing could possibly spoil this day for them. Of course, the universe took it as a challenge and answered accordingly. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" The air itself seemed to stiffen. Slowly, agonizingly so, the three nerds lifted their heads and all color drained from their faces at the sight of Danny Phantom hovering above them. There was no hint of the usual sarcasm or taunting in his voice, only an icy coldness that promised indescribable pain as he stared at them with green eyes blazing like hellfire. The boys’ hardons deflated like balloons poked by a needle. In contrast, the girls all cheered despite their gags. Salvation had come at last! "Uh... h-hi man” Lester gave his best attempt at a friendly smile, trying to ease the tension “This... isn't what it looks like?" "Really?” drawled the half ghost, narrowing his eyes “Because it looks like you three are using my girlfriends, mom, and sister as pleasure slaves along with the entire cheerleader team." "Okay, maybe it is what it looks like. But we were just getting some payback for all the abuse they put us through!” Mikey said, hoping to appeal to Danny's merciful side “You remember what it's like to be bullied and demeaned by everyone, right?" There was a moment of tense silence. "Yeah, I do” Danny admitted at last, making the trio sigh in relief “I've had to endure my fair share of crap from all the women in this room –don’t look at me like that, Sam, I lost count of how many times you demanded I haunt butcher shops and all-meat restaurants- so I can sympathize with your plight." His expression suddenly darkened. "However..." the nerds hugged each other in fear as Danny's ghostly aura flared up like in a Dragon Ball scene "That does not give you the right to treat them like your own personal playthings. THAT is something I won't tolerate." "Don't move!" Poindexter squeaked, pulling Maddie before him as a human shield "One wrong move and-" Danny snapped his fingers. Faster than the eye could see, the woman was swept out of his grip and into the arms of one of Phantom's duplicates. Sydney gulped “Bugger.” "BIG mistake” Danny punched his palm and cracked his knuckles one by one “Now, who's first?" Seconds later, the sound of smashing and screaming echoed across the school as the local hero brutality installed manners into a trio of overambitious nerds. "Take this, you fat slop of a stalker!" Valerie roared and kicked a bound Lester hard in the stomach for the umpteenth time as he laid on the floor alongside Sidney and Mikey; bruised, beaten and humiliated by not only Danny but their former captives as well. Well, not all of them. Paulina had lunged at Danny the moment she was free, intent on thanking him with, and I quote, ‘the most sex-filled honeymoon in history’. Needless to say she and her cohorts soon found themselves back in bondage, all glaring daggers at the lovestruck latina. As for Danny, so far he had paid far more attention at his girlfriends’ outfits than the ones who dressed them up; say what you want about these guys, but they had good taste. "I have every right to call the authorities on you" Maddie snarled in barely restrained rage, stomping up and down the room in an attempt to blow some steam before she gave into the urge to strangle them. “And put in a call with Walker to have your friend locked up for a long time” added an equally furious Jazz “Maybe he’ll learn to behave after a couple thousend years in prison!” Danny smirked as a devious idea lit up in his brain "Actually, I've got something better in mind." Sam paused from where she was spanking Paulina. Yup, despite everything she still despised her more than Mikey “Use them for target practice with the ectobazooka?” “Even better.” “Have Jazz psychoanalize them for her thesis?” “Hey!” complained Jazz. “I’m not that mad at them.” “Oh come on!” “So, what is it?” If possible, Danny’s smirk grew even wider “What’s the one thing nerds fear above all else?” "Faster worms!" Pandora shouted as Sidney, Mikey, and Lester ran through the massive labirinth outside her palace. A whip cracked behind the heels of their feet, urging them to somehow quicken the pace “You only have thirty seconds left before I release the minotaur!” "Thanks for agreeing to this, Pandora" Danny said from a tall bench supervising the entire maze, which had been turned into an obstacle course at his request “Some good old physical exercise is just what those guys need to work off that libido.” Sam and Valerie sat on either side of him, still dressed in their skimpy outfits after noticing the effect they had on Danny. Once the show was over, they planned to properly thank their boyfriend for the rescue. For now they would settle with watching the boys try –and fail epically- to cross a set of monkey bars without falling into the hydra’s multiple jaws awaiting below, teeth snapping inches from their feet. If gym is a nerd’s worst nightmare, this was the incarnation of hell itself. "Anything for my favorite pupil. Besides, I’ve been dying to find volunteers to test my new training course” as she spoke the sweaty, wheezing boys were being chased by a stampede of centaurs “Give me a week and I’ll shape them into virtuous greek warriors -or kill them trying.” “You can have them an entire month if you want” Danny offered, earning himself a kiss on the cheek from the buxom queen. “Aw, thanks” Pandora cooed, making him blush. In truth she’d always found the halfa kind of cute, and didn’t mind teasing him whenever he visited. His –current- girlfriends’ expressions only served to amuse her further. Sam and Valerie glowered, but knew better than to pick a fight with a ghost of her caliber. Instead they scooted closer to Danny, Val’s large breasts pressing against his chest and Sam’s tight ass atop his crotch, silently staking their claim. ‘Challenge accepted’ smirked Pandora as she turned around to crack her whip again, sending a bunch of club-wielding cyclops forward while also thrusting her voluminous backside in the halfa’s beet-red face. Needless to say, Danny paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the race. As for the nerds, they were forced to spend the next days facing unspeakable horrors while watching the young halfa be relentlessly propositioned by three hot ladies, instinctively aware that at the end of the week he’d find himself with an extra girlfriend and, adding insult to injury, it was all thanks to their actions. Somehow, this burnt almost worse than the chimera’s fiery breath on their poor posteriors. Almost. The end