Another piece from the patreon from a while back I forgot to drop on here. I've tweaked around the donations there to be free to view, just with donors having early access and able to vote on more and such. Anyway, decided to get into gym class for SV High and what kind of sports they'd have in a sexfight world.
Annie and the girls kept themselves busy at the club. Miss Climex (the fumbling headmistress that had met Annie at the bus and encouraged her to join) stopped by now and then to check up on them, and was delighted to confirm that the club was up and running properly again. She was their teacher representative in case they needed anything, but she tended to blush if she stayed too long and excused herself.
As far as their membership, Samantha liked having Bonnie around as someone who could match her size and strength and the Yu twins were glad to find someone to practice with besides each other. They had started acting like Juanita was their personal sensei after their loss. Annie didn’t mind that it was her advised strategies that had won their initial fight, since they were second nature to her by now. She’d been watching her mother’s sexfighting for so long that if she had all the information, she could tell how almost any matchup would go.
It was a bit of what made Miss Domsley's class so interesting. The History of Sexual Conquest was ancient and varied, and Annie knew a lot of it. Domsley went over it all in such detail and with such passion though, it was as if she had been there among Nippleon and Marie Menage-toinette during the French Sexual Revolution. Her class on the Erotic Arts was an interesting stop in the day, where Mrs. Deeply had them reading off the script for the play version of A Midsummer Night’s Wetdream.
Gym class remained Annie’s time to shine. For a while, Mrs. Feshel’s gym class was the standard practice Annie was used to. Training abdominal and thigh strength, grip exercises, basic stamina training by both chain orgasms and standard running and aerobics. Annie was pretty pleased to see her friends’ various strengths, and that she was staying near the head of the class without really bothering to try that hard. That day, she called the girls to line up after they were dressed in their loose and low shorts and belly-baring little tops.
Mrs. Feshel wasn’t the bull butch that everyone expected. She was a short middle-eastern woman, complete with a red dot on her forehead and some makeup to make her look even more exotic. She had a curvy, feminine figure, but Annie and a few others could recognize that her curves moved with an expert fluidity. Her skin moved more like Samantha and her tightly layered muscles than Bonnie’s soft fat. The full hips and maternal breasts were so accentuated because she had layered muscle exclusively around those parts. No easy task, Annie was well aware.
“Alright,” she addressed them. Her accent thick as her hips but her actual English probably a bit better than Annie’s. “Who here’s familiar with the rules for Violation?”
A few of the kids perked up at the proposal. Annie had done a little back in her prior school, and she’d played the more tame version back in middle school. A few kids put up their hands at the question, so Feshel ran them through the basics. It was a variant of capture the flag, the ancient game they’d traced to primitive times. The basics were the same: two sides, each with a flag on a stick in their territory with a neutral area in between. Whoever got the opponent’s back to their own designated spot was the winner. They game had developed over the years, particularly to incorporate various ideas from pro sexfighting. The main thing was the addition of the “succubus rule.” Players were taken out when their bottoms were removed, which turned them from players into “succubi.” They couldn’t go to either territory, hanging out in the no-woman’s land in the middle that got nicknamed “Hell” as a result of being full of succubi. They couldn’t score, but they could be brought back if their team got their panties back to their base.
“With that out of the way, we’ll need captains,” Mrs. Feschel instructed, and a bunch of hands went up. Vanessa VonFawkes had her hand up for the role of course. Annie scoffed at the sight of the blonde bully and her fake tits. Of course she’d want to be in charge of half the class. She thankfully didn’t have any of her regular courses with her, but they were known to cram the gym classes together. It saved time for all the cleaning needed for the equipment and grounds.
“Tammy,” the teacher called. “You’re blue team. Amanda. You’re captain for pink team! Start picking.” Tammy Roddin was an especially thin girl, with long dark hair that went down to her bony hips. Amanda Deeper was a curvy southern girl, the kind with a thick country accent, wore cowgirl boots everywhere and Annie felt positive that she owned a cowgirl hat somewhere. She even slipped in a “y’all” once in awhile. Anne found it kind of cute in a cartoony sort of way.
“This’ perfect, don’t you think?” Annie nudged Suk as she sat next to her. “We can work on the group’s teamwork this way. I just tell her to pick the team cuz we’re top of the class and all. Classic sports movie shit.”
Tammy pointed over at Annie. “Ann. Let’s go.”
Ann nodded and sat up, patting the Asian twin on the shoulder. “See you in a sec.”
Amanda pointed over to Juanita. “I want Samantha.”
“Ok, NOW we might be a little fucked on that…” Annie muttered back at Suk. Armstrong shrugged at her teammate and went off towards Amanda.
“Vanessa,” Tammy added, the blonde bully standing up next to Ann.
“Oh, fuckin’ really?!” she snapped.
“I’m not looking forward to being seen with you either,” Vanessa scoffed as she cut in front of her. As the girls arrived at their respective captains, they stripped out of their shorts and stood in just their panties and tops.
The two captains went through their picks with more care as they went on, trying to avoid dead weight and make the most of their membership. It was odd numbers, which left Tammy with one extra in Mindy Sheepskin. Ann felt sorry for anyone picked last, even if she'd never been there herself. Still, Mindy looked like she fit the part. Short, glasses, boyish red hair, avoided eye contact and just a bit of extra weight on her little body that still left her fairly titless. She was short enough to vanish into a crowd, and didn't exude sexuality when you spotted her. Anne gave Mindy a small wave and an awkward smile as she came over and Feschel led them off to their battleground.
The space behind the gym was fairly spacious, even for a second-rate school. A lot of money went into these kinds of facilities to give them all sorts of land and equipment. There was a lightly wooded area, about the size of a football field and separated down the middle by an open stretch of grass that would be "Hell" for those knocked out. They were sent off to prepare until Mrs. Feschel whistled, Ann taking one last measure of the teams. They had broken into teams of 19 and 20. Ann and Tammy were with Vanessa and Mindy, with Teresa and Suk (Vanessa's taller thug). Samantha, Juanita, and Fak were both over on Amanda's team and heading in the other direction.
"One more thing!" Feschel called to them as they parted. "Winning team gets a boost to their wifi for the weekend." Annie could see the girls' faces light up at that. That threw out any possible chances of subterfuge. The slackers would want to stream their shows and porn during their time off, and the overachiever study types would... well, do the same thing. Just different reasons.
"Sorry, roomie!" Juanita called across to her. "I'll let you use my internet when I'm done!" The class giggled.
"Sure. I'm gonna beat that fat ass so bad they'll take your net away and turn you Amish!" Annie called back to more laughs, including Juanita's. Finally split up, Annie went over to Tammy. "So, captain. What's our strategy?"
The waifish girl looked back lazily. "I didn't pick you and VonFawkes so I could boss you around," she droned. "I got you because I figured one of you would take care of everything. Just... do whatever?" she offered before they reached the tiny mound with their flag at the edge of the little forest.
"I'll take out Fak," Suk insisted firmly.
"Think you can?" Annie asked. "Cuz y'know, I'd much rather you just beat whoever's there."
"I have to! If anyone beats my sister, it's me! How else will I impress Master Cono." Annie bit back a snicker at that comment. The twins had gotten sort of clingy ever since Juanita had beat them both so soundly.
"Well I say me, Teresa and Annie flank them while the rest of you go head on," Vanessa spoke up more seriously. "It'll draw them out so we can pick them off or swipe the flag before they know we're there."
Annie hated it when Vanessa had a good idea. "Well Sam's definitely going to want to go head on. And by the looks of it, Amanda will back her up with a cavalry charge bullshit. The girl looks like she likes to show off."
"See? You guys got this," Tammy smirked lazily. "Bad guys cant figure out your strategy if you don't have one."
"Maybe we should save ourselves some time and strip Annie now," Vanessa grinned at her rival. "Let her hold down Hell while we do the real work." She reached over and snapped the elastic of Anna's panties.
"Oh, don't go popping your balloon tits on a branch, dipshit," Annie snapped back (even if the branches had been meticulously trimmed to stay out of harm's way). The whistle sounded before either of them could follow up, and the girls took off running. A few shouts and hoots from the other side made it clear the other team was doing the same. Ann glared back at Vanessa, rolled her eyes and nodded ahead, the two of them breaking off. "Good luck with the whole incest fight, thing, Suk."
"This night, I will stain the grass with my sister's cum!"
"Like that moxie. Keep up the crazy!"
The real pros could pull some crazy stuff on a Violation field; staking out ambushes, creating literal false flags, strategic head games, climbing and then jumping tree to tree. Even if Annie could pull it off, she wouldn’t feel like being a tryhard. Teresa had broken off when Vanessa ordered her to spread out in case they were found, but it didn’t sound incredibly likely. There were random squeals and shouts from the middle of the playing field as they headstrong part of the team ran right into each other. There were always girls who were interested in winning, and those who just wanted an excuse to strip their friends in the middle of the woods.
Samantha had powered right into Hell, her non-stop fitness training leaving her a good twenty feet in front of the rest of her team by the time Tammy’s crew spotted her. She ran right for them, briefly catching Suk’s eye and dodging around each other. It wasn't so much for the team's sake as if was that they were both clearly gunning for their own targets. A couple of girls from the other class came after Sam as their only opponent nearby, but she shoulder checked the first one hard enough to send her winded to the ground. The other grabbed at Sam's waist to go for her panties, but the athletic girl hopped back to let her nearly fall over trying as she overreached. Samantha grabbed the side of her attacker's panties, yanking down and away at just the right angle to not only rip them off of her but send the girl tripping over them as she crashed into the grass. A sharp whistle from their teacher marked her as out, but she'd hardly gotten it out before Sam grabbed her first attacker by the panties and tore them off in one strong yank. Another whistle, another out, leaving the girls to trudge to the far side of the Hell zone before they could start attacking as demons. It left Samantha to continue her rampage, gunning for the other team captain while the rest of her team caught up to add to the chaos of stripping and squealing girls.
"You're not getting past me, you tubby traitor," Teresa snapped, cutting into Bonnie's way. Vanessa's current toadie and her former goon faced off at one edge of the sexual battlefield.
"Then I better go through you," Bonnie smirked. Her confidence had been starting to restore itself, especially with Annie explaining the tricks and actual strategies behind a lot of the heavyweight sexfighters. She rushed in and grabbed onto Teresa's jersey, the busty athlete pulling the heavier girl into a rough kiss. Rather than resist or lean into it, Bonnie swung her hips forward, riding the momentum and humping her hard enough to send Teresa stumbling back. Teresa was visibly startled by the actual maneuver from her thuggish former ally.
"It hasn't been that long since I was one of Vanessa's bitches," Bonnie smirked at her. "Still not used to people who fuck back, are you?"
Teresa blushed and snarled, charging in again. Bonnie thrust out her full-bodied front for a well-timed combination belly bump, hip slam, and boob ram that sent the scrawnier girl bouncing right back. She caught her footing and was going to try to get through Bonnie's husky defenses when Juanita jumped onto her back, groping at Teresa's shapely boobs.
"Ahh! Get it off!" Teresa yelped, Bonnie just blinking in surprise.
"Wheee! Free boobie back ride!" Juanita squealed giddily, pulling at Teresa's shirt until her breasts spilled out. Once her hands went up to her chest, the Spanish sexfighter slid down her body and grabbed her panties on the way, yanking them around her ankles. Another whistle sounded. "Looks like you're out," Juanita noted brightly, patting the bully on the butt. She growled and stomped off to the side of the field.
"As soon as I'm out of this, you're dead," the threatened, jabbing a finger at the smiling Cono.
"Too late! Already in Hell!" Juanita called back cheerily.
"Thanks, but I had that," Bonnie said with a meager smile. "But uh... Juanita?"
"Yea?"
"Why are you already naked?"
Juanita looked down as if she just recalled that she was entirely bottomless, wearing nothing but her t-shirt that barely served to cover her thick hips. "Oh, that. I got myself out on purpose and threw away my panties," she confessed.
"Why?"
"Why not? This is the fun part! Running around butt-naked and grabbing unsuspecting girls! Woo!" She ran off with a silly grin on her face back into the fray. "Hi Fak! Hi Suk!"
The twins let out a wordless scream as they tore into each other. Fak had Suk by the hair and down on her knees, while Suk was pulling at her panties from below as they shoved and slapped at each other wildly,
Up ahead, Annie was going over the basics in her head. Samantha and Juanita were probably going to be tearing up her team, but Juanita was definitely out by now. She didn't keep track of silly things like defense, and would much rather raise some trouble in Hell. Bonnie's weight and size would make stripping her hard unless someone surprised her, so she'd at least last for a while. Unless Tammy had some kind of secret going on, she didn't imagine her lasting long either. Suk and Fok were going to cancel each other out, so overall, the middleground was going to be tilting in the other pink team's favor. It would basically come down to her and Vanessa's ability to not kill each other and get that flag.
"Try to keep up, fatass," Vanessa ordered as they jogged through the woods.
"I'm just letting you stick with me. I'd think those big fake pieces of wind resistance would slow you down," Annie shot back.
"You are such a little brat."
"I'M the brat?! Who's miss rich tits who threw around blackmail because I didn't want to join your shitty elitist club instead of the ACTUAL sexfight club?"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to find out why you were a nutjob to turn that offer down. I didn't think you'd actuallly sucked your way out of Saint Nookie's. Or rather, that you couldn't suck GOOD enough to stay in."
"Okay, you know what? I'm sick of you. You think you're so hot and so rich that you're better than everyone else! You don't work for anything, and you expect everything."
"Really?!" Vanessa snapped, turning around to stop and glare at Annie. "How is that ANY different from you? Miss 'mama was a champion, sister is a prodigy, perfect genes for a perfect fighter but I'm too fucking brilliant and talented to give a shit' bitch?"
Annie's face burned red. That had hit somewhere special. She had been born and raised a sexfighter. It was in her blood and body and pussy, and her family had been teaching her strategies since kindergarten and always encouraging her to find girlfriends to practice with. It was a privilege. It was an honor. And Annie hated it. She didn't want to live in the shadow of her mother's tits forever. She wanted to have an orgasm without it being compared to her Olympian sister's.
"I never said that!" Annie screamed at her. "People tell ME that! Doesn't make it true! Fuck, it doesn't make what I say about YOU true either! Just... be your fucking self! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you have to be such a stupid, nosey, self-righteous cu-"
Annie stopped in mid-curse, and Vanessa frowned back at her. "We just totally blew our cover, didn't we?" Annie nodded and she sighed, whirling around as the two girls left on defense tried to ambush them.
Annie ducked under an attempted headlock, grabbing the curvy redhead that came at her by her tits. She buried her fingers into the back of her breasts, giving her a stinging grip of her pectoral muscles to jiggle her breasts as her thumbs dug into her nipples. The girl gave a short, lusty gasp before Ann clapped the big tits together and ducked low, grabbing her leg and leaning up to shoulder-toss her over her back, hanging onto the panties to let gravity pull the girl right out of them.
At the same time, Vanessa grabbed the wrist of the short brunette who went for her panties. The blonde bully grabbed back at her attack's thong, but she responded in kind by locking up both of their hands. The brunette kissed her suddenly, but Vanessa thrust her chest forward. Her big round boobs pushed the brunette back, trickling spittle between them as she was forced to let go. The ambushing student came at her again, but Vanessa turned sharply and tit-slapped her across the face. The brunette went down to her knees, rubbing her cheek with a puzzled blush until Vanessa stomped onto her back, pinning her down and ripping the thong off in one go.
"Sloppy, but nice," Annie said with a nod towards Vanessa. They tossed the panties up into a low tree branch as the girls went running back to Hell as the whistles blew again.
"What can I say? Some like it sloppy," Vanessa smirked at her.
"Well when you cum as big as you do behind the bleachers..." Annie muttered, getting a glare from her rival. "But that means we're close to the flag. Let's just follow their trail and we should be able to end this."
The two arrived at the low hill and the flag on its peak tied to a pole like a nipple of Gaia. Amanda Deeper was there beside it, the chesty blonde cowgirl in just her American flag panties, flannel top and cowgirl boots. "Heard you gals comin' for a while now. Too busy bickerin' to make it here any quicker?" she chided in her Southern drawl.
"Well it's a high noon showdown, cowpoker," Vanessa replied with a dry tone and roll of her eyes. "We get it. Yay Texas. Now come on. You get her and I'll get the flag."
"Heck no. Why me, you big glory hog?" Annie protested.
"Because I can stick the flag in my cleavage and keep my hands free if I get caught again. And you haven't got the rack for it." Ann hated when she was right.
"Fine. Just go already," she decided. The two girls rushed up either side of the hill, Amanda quickly turning and pushing Vanessa in her hefty boobs. She only misstepped a bit, but fell back a few more steps as she nearly fell down the hill. Annie grabbed the pole of the flag, deciding the plan was scrapped. Amanda spun back around and pulled on the rope that tied the flag to it, leaving Ann to just pull away an empty stick. Annie stared for a second before Amanda reached for her crotch, making Ann jump away. She still caught the hem of it, tugging her panties down enough to bare the top of her bush but not fully off.
"So you do know what you're doing. Better than we've got," Annie said, nodding back towards their own flag to indicate Tammy's apathetic leadership.
"And it looks like your South is rising again," Amanda grinned, nodding towards Annie's panties. She tugged them back up.
"Fuck you for being so cute," Ann laughed as Vanessa came charging in behind her again. She grabbed Amanda's panties, but she lifted up her leg and clamped them around Vanessa's arm. Ann tried to rush up the hill again to help her, but Amanda turned so that she forced Vanessa to shift her position with her. The hill only had so much space at its small peak, leaving Ann with no good way around her rival and teammate. Amanda used that time to quickly work with the rope from the flagpole, binding Vanessa's wrists with it and swiftly hogtying her in an embarrassing bondage position. She was left resting on her tits, ass thrust up in the air and legs spread out wide.
"Damn, you even do rodeo bondage?" Ann whistled. "Any other country and you'd have been married off by now." She eyed the grass quietly. The flag was on the ground, neglected by Amanda and with a team not allowed to move their own flag around directly. It wasn't going anywhere unless they moved it.
"Well I sure wasn't just shuckin' corn back on the ranch," Amanda grinned. She nudged Amanda with one foot, sending her tumbling down the hill in a quick string of curses. "King of the hill, rodeos, mud wrasslin'... we pass the time."
"Makes sense. So I gotta ask... however this badass showdown goes, would you wanna join the sexfight team? We're back on our feet, but we can always use more."
Amanda smiled and brushed her hair from her eyes. It looked as if she tried to tip a hat to Annie but forgot she wasn't wearing it. "Sorry, hon, but I'm doin' my own way. Mama always told me if it ain't your own path, it ain't worth walkin'." Ann stared at her blankly for a moment. "What's the matter?"
"Oh. Sorry. I guess I was just memorizing you saying that so I can go masturbate to it later." Amanda laughed at her, Annie grinning slightly as she nodded over at Vanessa. "Were you gonna finish her off before we do this?"
"Naw. If I do, she's back in Hell and making trouble for the others. Might even steal someone's panties to get back in. Tied up, she's just stuck there."
"Smart move," Annie admitted. "Let's see what you think of this one!" The young prodigy darted at her, grabbing for Amanda but the cowgirl dodged aside. She reached for a counter-snatch on Snatch, but she dug the flagpole into the ground and whirled around it like a stripper, neatly evading Amanda's hands.
"No touching the dancers!" Annie gloated as she kicked into Amanda's ankle. She lost her footing, tumbling back down the hill and landing on her back with her legs splayed out awkwardly. "Gotcha now!" Annie chimed, rushing down the hill as she'd robbed the blonde of her high ground. The two landed in the grass together, tumbling and wrestling as they mashed hips and chests together. Another whistle sounded off in the distance. They were still losing players, so they had to settle this now.
"Ann! What are you doing?! Get me out of here so I can get the stupid flag!" Vanessa ranted at her, squirming helplessly in her ropes. "How the hell did the hick do this?! This is fucking ridiculous! You fucking bumpkin slut!"
"The dirty talk's not necessary! I got this!" Ann shouted back at her, but Amanda pulled on her arm to make Ann fall closer to her. She rolled Ann onto her back, but the freckled girl lifted a leg to grab at Amanda's panties with her toes. Amanda shifted herself higher up, pushing her tits into Annie's face and evading her feet all at once. The blonde squeezed Ann into a headlock, but Ann grunted and threw her weight fully in the same direction. She almost turned herself upside down in the process, but it let her wrap her legs around the cowgirl's neck. She let out a quick gag as Annie secured the head scissor, turning back down and dropping her into the grass.
"Gotcha!" Annie declared, tightening her thighs around her. Amanda's moans excited her pussy, dampening her panties but leaving her unable to escape. It turned out she didn't have to, as after a few long seconds Amanda bit into the fabric and pulled back like a dog, tearing the simple panties right off. The whistle went off again, and Ann caught her breath as she seemed to catch up to why they were fighting in the first place.
"Good trick," Amanda praised as Annie finally let her go. She held up Ann's panties to her face, giving them a sniff with a smile. "And nice panties. I think I'll keep those here, if you don't mind. I'm sure a tricky gal like you'll find some more out back in the Hell parts."
"Dang. If anyone, I always figured Vanessa would be the one to go to Hell. I tell her all the time."
"Fuck you, Annie!" the bound blonde snapped. Annie just sighed and turned to walk bare-assed back to the middle of the field. She heard a few more tweets as people rejoined and left the mayhem in the middle of the field. Ann arrived to see everyone still fighting around. Juanita being a general hellion, the already bottomless twins still wrestling each other over the one pair of panties they hadn't destroyed to try to rejoin the game. Samantha had a trio of girls left in her wake, on top of however many she'd beaten before just now, right as she ripped the panties off the enemy Tammy. She had been stalling by hiding behind her teammates and letting them reclaim the panties strewn all over Hell.
Annie just reported to the designated area to become a succubus, but sat there and waited. She finally heard the faint "Psst!" from the nearby trees. She looked up, and sure enough there she was. Mindy Sheepskin, the chubby little geek and last to be picked, carefully flashed the pink flag for Annie to see. She nodded subtly back, nodding to the other side of the field while nobody was looking up from the chaos. The mousey girl scurried off, quietly more than quickly as she dropped Annie a spare pair of panties she'd salvaged along the way from the guards that Ann and Vanessa had beaten before.
Annie had lingered long enough to wave Mindy along after her and Vanessa. She knew they would argue. She knew they'd be prime targets as two of the toughest and better known girls in the school. They'd be loud, flashy and dangerous, which would make it easier for the smallest and quietest of to sneak in. Vanessa hadn't known about it, but when she saw Mindy sneaking in during their showdown with Amanda, she had at least pitched in by shouting and making even more noise than ever to cover her path. She'd crept in, swiped the flag and booked it right back. She wasn't in the best shape, but she was pretty unnoticeable when she wanted to be. Ann didn't other putting up much of a fight in Hell, just chilling the last minute or so until the last, long whistle blew. The game was over, and blue team won.
The remaining girls in the middle looked up confused, most of them asking who had won and how. "Well, I'm not exactly taking ALL the credit," Annie grinned as she stepped out into the main crowd. "But I'll tell you girls all about it over dinner." She nudged Juanita in the ribs. "Don't worry. I might not let you use my password, but the one thing better than watching porn is watching it with a best friend." Juanita giggled and kissed Ann on the cheek. If nothing else, Annie was exaggerating a bit. She wasn't kidding earlier; seeing the busty blonde Texan kick her ass and tell her about the importance of walking her own way like a big-titted spirit animal... that was going to have her masturbating in the shower tonight. Maybe twice...
Headmistress Kelly Climex was in her office, sifting through the latest reports. The full-hipped blonde was sitting in tight black lingerie and stockings, always thinking best with that tight and silky sensation on her skin. Southern Valley's Sexfight High was always on something of a tight budget by others' standards, but she made do. She was overworked to a point of being awkward outside of anything not involving paperwork, but she made it work. With the sexfight team going with some promising young faces involved, she could take that off her to-do list and just manage their official match schedule. That was much easier to do as it was, and she could likely get more funding if they had some results. She might even be able to hire a secretary or two that could handle this kind of number crunching for her rather than a glorified pussy-licker when she was feeling over-worked. Of course, that was more and more often lately, and it was starting to lose its magic of having a woman climb under her desk and eat her out while she did the budget. She wanted something a little more deep and intimate sometimes... and of course, someone who could appeal to her ever-present subby side. She sighed and stood up to pull her skirt and suit back on over her lingerie. Maybe some day when she was less busy.
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