Holly's Halloween Horror Pt. 02

It was fall, and college trials had begun. Stacy, the head cheerleader, was beginning to feel the competition from other girls in her rather feudal class, desperate to snatch her place. Therefore, she decided to spend an hour after class practising alone in the sports hall, before meeting her boyfriend, the handsome football team captain. At eighteen, she thought perhaps tonight she would finally have sex.

"Whoops!" she nervously said aloud as she haphazardly slipped on landing a cartwheel, distracted by her fantasy. Dressed only in a tight and rather revealing orange and black cheerleader top and short pleated skirt, it was evident that her g-string became visible during the failed routine. Whilst her attire, along with the embarrassment of struggling, didn't faze her, the idea of being watched by someone from the upper stands of the gym did. It was creepy to her as the building was empty. Indeed, she recognised the person's short red hair, but couldn't make out the hidden face behind the bleachers. To appear nonchalant, Stacy continued to practise some simple exercises before ending her session early. On her way out of the hall, she noticed the figure had disappeared. The gym was empty. All that could be heard was the air conditioning eerily whirring. A spooked Stacy assumed it was just her imagination and headed to the changing rooms for a shower.

It was temporary relief for a nude Stacy as she enjoyed the vanilla scent from her shower gel filling her small snub nose. Feeling the warm water spray over her bare skin, she washed away the bubbly foam over her large, plump boobs and curvaceous belly before lathering up her apple shampoo, massaging it into her dyed blonde hair. Usually, Stacy loved showering. However, on this occasion, the disturbing anxiety of being watched dominated her paranoid mind once more, with greater intensity. Again, she erroneously chose to ignore it.

Sinisterly, with her glass shower cubicle in sight, Holly stood next to Stacy's locker. Fresh from her corporeal encounter in the laboratory with Rose, Stacy was soon to be her next trick or treat. Holly undressed, placing her sweaty clothes and underwear on top of Stacy's cheerleader outfit and g-string, before slowly making her way to the closed shower cubicle. She placed her hands over the metal frame of the magnetic door and admired a non-assuming Stacy from behind. She was at least a foot shorter than Rose and had a fuller pear figure. Her smooth legs were thick around her thighs, propping up her perfectly rounded bubble butt and wide hips.

Overseen by Stacy, Holly capitulated under intense bullying from the cheerleader team due to her unfortunate aesthetics. Knowing this was her chance for revenge, Holly's heart raced. Her boobs expanded, plumping up in excitement. Vengeful, she quietly pried the magnetic shower door open, slinked her way inside, and gently placed it shut. Encapsulated within the warm exotic microclimate of the shower, barely an inch from Stacy's posterior, Holly's pent-up wrath caused her throbbing pussy bump to pulsate. Uncontrollably, a long, girthy, and fleshy phallus grew out of her vulva towards Stacy's bum. Its slimy tip lightly grazed upward through her cleft.

"EEKK!" Stacy gasped as Holly clasped her hips. Having no room to manoeuvre, Stacy barely turned her head to see Holly's acne-ridden face and short red hair hovering around her neck. Certainly, the confusing feel of her stiff nipples from her bigger boobs pushing into her back, combined with her monstrous phallus resting between her own bum cheeks, left Stacy confused about Holly's sexuality and gender. Conversely, Holly enviously admired Stacy's beauty. She had an oval face with brown rounded eyes, accompanied by soft-angled and shallow-arched eyebrows. Her phallus turned purple at the sight of Stacy's mountainous breasts over her shoulder, barely covered by her arm. Even without makeup and her soaking hair, she still looked like an angelic mermaid, thought Holly.

"Sssh! Relax. Will you let me help you wash?" Holly replied. Stacy accepted, reaching for her shower gel with her free arm, and submissively passing it behind her to Holly. She felt a sudden jolt as a generous dollop splattered over her neck, down her back, and over her bum like mayonnaise over Holly's hot dog resting between her warm bun. Holly began to lightly caress Stacy's soft skin. The smearing foam frothed on her upper back and over Holly's plump baps. "You need to improve your cartwheels," Holly taunted Stacy before sensually rubbing her pom-poms over Stacy's back, simultaneously pumping her spirit stick up and down her cleft. Indeed, she had the bully right where she wanted her. Holly was now her head cheerleader. In a moment of divine bliss, an exhilarated Holly tilted her head back and enjoyed the splashes of hot water hitting her face like biting kisses. Her ogreish mouth gaped as her eyes rolled back into her skull. Enjoying the white, heavenly shower illumination, Holly remembered why she sexually desired Stacy so much in college.

"What happened to you in class? I remember you just disappearing," a timid Stacy interrupted Holly's moment of sanctity. Snapping back into mortal reality, a renewed vigour of vengeful wrath possessed Holly's body. Her teeth gritted, beginning to crush, and her eyes bulged, about to burst. Blinded by rage, she lightly played the tip of her pigskin towards Stacy's inviting red zone.

"Stupid bitch! I'm 'dead to you', remember? Why the fuck would you care?" Holly shouted.

"Sorry I bullied you," Stacy whimpered, remembering her cruelty.

"Can I have a bit more of an apology, please?" Holly demanded, chauvinistically wrapping her hand around Stacy's saturated hair and pulling her head back. A remorseful Stacy steadied herself by placing the palms of her hands against the glass pane of the shower cubicle, apologetically exposing her boobs to an onlooking Holly.

"Would this be okay?" a repentant Stacy added, propping herself up on her tiptoes before pushing her bum into Holly's pelvis.

"Oohh! Yes!" Holly moaned, feeling Stacy's cavernous protective sheath tightly encase her large football.

"Oohh! Fuck!" Stacy exclaimed, feeling the pulsing veins of Holly's phallus glide over the walls of her moist cervix. The pair orgasmed together, as Holly continued to drive into her tormenter with all her might. Stacy sounded angelic, accepting the price of her apology was her virginity. In a bid to tame and soothe Holly's raging soul, Stacy did her utmost to cheerlead her performance.

After a few minutes, a gargantuan Holly eventually scored her winning touchdown, and the two girls relaxed, standing together bum to crotch as they panted wildly, catching their breath. Hauntingly, Stacy felt Holly's phallus quickly recede inside her. After peering around her shoulder to the open cubicle door, all that could be observed was the continued dribble of the shower and the ghostly, foggy mist of the condensation within the surrounding locker room air. Holly was gone.