With A Little Help From Our Friends

Your head isn’t bitten off the moment the stuck it out the door, so you consider that a big success. Carefully you creep out into the hallway, looking this way and that. No werewolf in sight. Feeling a sense of safety you slink towards the gym, it’s midnight, and time to end the party. It was fun while it lasted, but the bimbo in the bathroom was proof that the night is getting a little too weird, and the werewolf proved that it was getting a little too dangerous.

“AROOOOOOO!”

Aw, crap.

You spin around, and see silhouetted in light, the form of the werewolf towering and butch. He took one step forward, then another, and then bolted into a four legged hunt.

“Nooooo!” You scream, and sprint down the hallway. “I said no monsters!” You turn the corner of the hallway, and can see the gym door just up ahead. Behind you, barely behind you the nails clip on tile ready for action. You lunge for the door, but a push on your back sends you tumbling to the ground and against the door. You flip onto your back, raising a hand in your defense.

The werewolf snares, and drools as it draws closer, monstrous prick leaking.

Pow!

Then a fist hits that thing in the jaw and sends it skidding down the hall, completely limp.

“Chad!” You cheer, turning your head to see your BFF standing above you ripped to shit as always, bulging with muscles, and wearing nothing but a leopard print speedo. “You just knocked out a werewolf!”

“More like a bitch.” Chad flexes his muscles a bit. “What’s up man? Party still going on?”

“Um, yeah.” You look at the **** and drooling beast on the floor. “I was just about to shut it down though, it kind of became an orgy.”

“Ah man, I told you to tell me if you were going to do anything cool!”

“I know.” He pulls you to your feet. “It was kind of a last minute thing.”

“A last minute orgy?”

You give him a rye smile. “What can I say?” You high five each other. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A sexual predator?”

“Tarzan.”

“Nice.” You put your hand on the door. “You wanna come in, or will I see you in the room.”

“I’ll help you clean up, I already dumped the loot in the room.”

“What a friend.” You open the door and let him inside. The party is still raging, though it looks like a lot of people have already called it a night. The playlist has already cycled back to the start of the playlist. ‘Closing Time’ already played, and Cleopatra and Shakespeare didn’t start clearing people out? Did you have to do everything around here?

You look over to Chad, who somehow has gotten even more buff in the last sentence, but now he was covered in scars and scratch marks. He’s squinting, and looking around the room with a discerning eye.

“You okay there buddy?”

“Looking for Jane.” He says simply.

“Well she’s around here somewhere.” You gesture for him to follow. “I’ll make an announcement over the sound system, and get her over here.” You left for the Laptop, and when Tarzan followed you he did on all fours, like a gorilla.

Before you could get to the lap top, you heard a noise that was just too intriguing to ignore.

“Heave!”

“Ho!”

“Heave!”

“Put yer backs into it!”

“Come on! X Marks the spot boys!”

You pushed your way through a gathering crowd, only to find Captain Brooke, and her side kick Penny directing six men with shovels and pick axes to rip up the wood flooring of the gym.

“Brooke what the fuck are you doing?” You scream running to the scene. You try to take the shovel out of one of their hands, but they growl at you, and that’s scary. “I’m going to get in so much trouble!”

Captain Brooke, fully transformed into her pirate form smiles at you with a mouth full of silver and gold teeth. Her eye patch is a black pair of lace panties covering one eye, and she has a cutlass and pistol in her hands. “Arrgh, if it ain’t the land lubber law man. I Captain Brooke The Panty Pilfering Pirate, be here to claim me booty! Arrharharhar!”

“Booty!” Lieutenant Penny squawks happily, getting to her knees and hobbling to Brooke’s behind so she can bury her face in the pirate's fatty cheeks. “Booty booty booty.” She says muffled by ass, and actual pants.

You sigh. “Who are these guys?” You gesture to the various costumed men, digging at the floor.

“I’ve pressed gained them into service I have! I’ve promised the lot, a share of me treasure if they help me find it.”

Oh man, tonight was stressful. “Why would there be pirate treasure under the gym, IN COLORADO! It doesn’t make any sense.”

“X marks the spot!” Brooke chuckles, referring to the cross at the center of the basket ball court.

“That’s just a legend, there isn’t any way a chest.”

“Captain, we’ve found it!” One of her employees calls.

“God damn it.” You sigh, and look to see what’s going on. Sure enough the men are digging out a real live pirate treasure chest out from the foundation of the gym.

“Very good lads!” Brooke booms, rubbing her hands together lustily. “Bring her up here, so I can lay me eye on it.”

“Well this I got to see.” You take your place next to Brooke and fold your arms suspiciously. What’s it going to be? Gold coins? Candy?

Brooke with her pistols blasts the lock of the chest clean off, scaring literally everyone in the gym. She then kicks the chest open, revealing a golden glow and a chest full of… “Panties! Boys! We’re rich!”

“Yahoo!” They all cry jumping in the air with joy, and hugging one another.

Brooke grabs a handful of the knickers and tosses them into the air for her men, and another and another. “Enjoy boys! There must be an entire hamper’s worth in here! Argh har har har!”

“I can’t believe I gave my phone away, when I could have been recording this, fuck.” You turn to Chad. “Tarzan, got a phone on you?”

“Tarzan does not.”

“Fair.” You cross your arms, and hold your eyes open wide. “Then I’ll just have to burn this scene into my memory forever.” Other than a werewolf ruining your night, Halloween was proving to be a pretty fun escape from the usual psychological ****, and sexual **** you’d been engaged in for a while. What a breath of fresh air to see your projects just having some wacky sexy fun.

With a pair of pink panties tied around your neck like a seal with a plastic bag, you headed over to the computer. The captain was very generous and gave you and chad a pair each. You’d add it your growing Bottomless Bandit collection. You cut the music, and picked up the microphone. “Okay ghosts and ghouls, we’ve had fun tonight, but this party has come to an end. Please make your way back to the dorms in an orderly fashion, and if you want to stay behind to help the party comity clean up, that would be greatly appreciated. Thanks again for spending your night with us, and we hope you’ll be willing to join further events in the future. Now you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!” With that you qued Closing Time to start playing over the speakers, and wrapped the night up. Oh! “And if little Bo Peep would please come to me, Tarzan is looking for you.” You shook him a finger gun. “Got your back buddy.”

He shoots finger guns back. “Micahel is Tarzan’s bro.”

“Same. You saved me from a werewolf man.”

“No big deal.” He waved the compliment away.

The two of you stood there for a bit watching people out of the room. You raised the microphone back up. “Would Shakespeare and Cleopatra please report to the music booth.” You look back to Tarzan. “I haven’t seen them all night. But dude, you have to see Cleopatra, she is.” You bite your fist and roll your eyes back.

“No way she as pretty as Jane.” Tarzan assures himself.

“I guess it’s a matter of taste.” You concede.

“EEEEEEEEE!” A very french sounding scream echoed through the gym, and you were quickly able to spot Bo Peep running your way, followed, no chased! By three… flying… sheep? The three women dressed like littles were soaring through the air behind Bo Peep, no wires, wings, or wind. As they drew closer you could see red eyes, and fangs!

“Vampire Sheep!” You scream falling backwards from your table.

Tarzan on the other hand is a man of action, gorillas have no fear of vampires, you see. “Jane!” He ran for her on all fours, and tried to snatch her up before the three flying ladies could get her. She stretched out her hand for him, and he managed to wrap his own massive mit around her wrist. Meanwhile two of the sheep grabbed Bo Peep’s ankles, hoisting her up into the air. Tarzan might have been a match for two vampires all on his own, but three? That just wasn’t fair. The third sheep tackled Tarzan by flying into him crotch first. She rammed her pussy into his face, and wrapped her legs around his neck, taking him down to the ground.

“Chad!” You pick up your chair, ready to use it as a weapon. Sure those students might have been dressed up a little girls, and Chad might have been getting suffocated by a diaper clad crotch, but they were demons of the night now!

Before you could charge in and save your boy, a figure dropped down on the table. Nice dress shoes, a cape, and crossed arms, this figure was none other than the august Dracula. “Greetings.”

You pause. “Derek?”

“It’s Dracula.” He waves his cape dramatically. “I have identified you as the second biggest pervert in this land.”

“Actually, that’s Brooke. I’m the kink king around here!”

The vampire lets out a laugh that is pure condescension. “But what is a king, but a servant to The Emperor of Eroticism!” He strikes a pose, clearly meaning that title for himself. “I can not have you getting in my way as I build my harem.”

You gasp. “Hey! This was my harem first buddy! You better step off.” You bring out the Rulebook, and start erasing the Halloween Rule, this has all gone on long enough. Yet nothing happens, The Rulebook is still not working. “Crap.”

Dracula picks you up by your collar, raising you above the table, and well above his head. “I have no interest in ****.” That’s good. “So I will make this quick.” He then pulled his arm back, and threw you across the gym into a wall.

And everything goes black.