Battle between the bullies

“Oh, fuck!” Lila’s voice—or rather, Nevyn’s voice in Lila’s body—rang out, high-pitched and breathless. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she squirted, soaking Jarred, who was now trapped in Rachel’s body. The slick sound of their skin meeting filled the air, mingling with the sharp gasps of pleasure. “It feels so fucking good being in your sister’s body,” Nevyn groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Jarred—Rachel’s body trembling beneath him—glared up at Nevyn with venom in his eyes. “You’re sick, you know that? That's my sister.” he spat, his voice laced with fury. His hands clenched into fists, but he didn’t move, knowing he was at a disadvantage. “You think you’ve won just because you have that video?”

Nevyn smirked, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Oh, I’ve definitely won. You saw the footage. Me in Lila’s body, touching myself… it’s art. And if you don’t want it to go public, you’ll do exactly what I say.”

Jarred’s jaw tightened, his mind racing. He knew he was cornered—or at least, Nevyn thought he was. A slow, almost manic grin spread across Rachel’s face as he laughed, the sound eerily feminine coming from her borrowed body. “Smart plan, Nevyn. But there’s one problem. You don’t have the phone.”

Nevyn’s eyes widened, his smirk faltering. “What are you talking about? The phone’s in my bag—”

“Exactly,” Jarred interrupted, his grin growing wider. With a sudden motion, he unpossessed Rachel’s body, leaving her limp form on the floor. Nevyn watched in horror as Jarred’s ghostly form phased through the wall, disappearing into the hallway.

“Shit!” Nevyn cursed, quickly abandoning Lila’s body as well. Lila, now back in control of her own body, blinked awake, her face flushing crimson as she realized she was naked with Rachel lying half-conscious beside her. “What the—why am I naked?” she stammered, covering herself with her hands. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing her clothes and darting out of the locker room, leaving Rachel behind.

Meanwhile, Nevyn’s ghost sped through the walls, chasing after Jarred. “Stop it, Jarred! You’ll never find the phone!” he shouted, though his voice betrayed a hint of panic. He knew exactly where his bag was—and so did Jarred.

Jarred’s ghostly form phased through the walls, his mind racing. He had to get to Nevyn’s classroom before he did. But just as he was about to reach the door, Nevyn tackled him from behind. Their forms collided, phasing through walls as they wrestled for control. The world blurred around them until they crashed into the body of a cheerleader mid-stride.

The cheerleader froze, her eyes darting back and forth as two consciousnesses fought for control. Her classmates stared at her, bewildered as she muttered to herself, her hands twitching erratically. “Get… out… of me!” she hissed, her voice a strange mix of Jarred and Nevyn.

Jarred managed to push her body into a janitor’s closet, slamming the door shut. “You’re not winning this time!” he growled, forcing her hand under her skirt. Her fingers moved furiously against her own pussy, her breath hitching as pleasure overwhelmed her. “Holy—!” she gasped, her back arching as she came. The **** of it ejected Nevyn from her body, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Jarred wasted no time, unpossessing the cheerleader and flying back toward Nevyn’s classroom. But before he could reach his destination, Nevyn tackled him again. This time, they both crashed into two separate girls, each now housing one of the warring spirits.

Nevyn, now in the body of a petite brunette, tackled Jarred’s new host—a tall, athletic blonde. He pinned her to the ground, his hands groping her breasts as he smirked down at her. “You’re not slipping away this time, Jarred,” he purred, his voice a sultry whisper.

Jarred gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He couldn’t let Nevyn win—not again. With a sudden burst of willpower, he unpossessed the blonde’s body, leaving her stunned on the floor. He then phased back into her, this time taking full control. “Think you’re clever, huh?” he muttered, his fingers slipping between her legs.

He worked himself furiously, his breath coming in short gasps. “You’re not getting the upper hand this time,” he growled, his hips bucking against his own hand. With a loud moan, he squirted, the **** of it ejecting Nevyn from the area entirely.

Nevyn’s ghost was thrown back, his form dissipating as Jarred stumbled to his feet, his new body trembling and wet. He didn’t waste a second, sprinting toward Nevyn’s classroom. He had to get to that phone before Nevyn did.

The blonde’s body was still damp as Jarred unpossessed her body and burst into the classroom, his heart pounding. “Where is it?” he muttered, scanning the room frantically. His eyes landed on Nevyn’s bag, sitting innocently on the desk. He lunged for it, his fingers fumbling with the zipper.

....

Nevyn’s ghostly form flickered with frustration as he phased into the classroom, his ethereal movements swift and erratic. His eyes darted to his bag, the zipper slightly ajar, and his heart—or whatever passed for one in this state—dropped. It’s there. The phone was there but the video was no longer there. “Dammit!” he hissed, his voice a low, echoing growl.

Before he could fully process the loss, the sound of a closet door creaking open caught his attention. His gaze snapped toward it, and for a moment, he froze. There she was—his sister, Lucy—stepping out of the closet, completely naked. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her posture deliberately provocative as she swayed her hips. Her bare skin glistened under the fluorescent lights, and her lips curled into a sly, knowing smile.

“Surprise,” Jarred’s voice purred from Lucy’s mouth, the sound sultry and teasing. He let out a low laugh, his hands moving to cup Lucy’s breasts, fingers teasing the nipples into hard peaks. “It’s good to be back in this body. So good.”

Nevyn’s ghostly form flickered with anger, his voice sharp and urgent. “Get out of her, Jarred! Now!”

But Jarred only laughed, the sound light and carefree. He turned his back to Nevyn, bending over slightly to give a playful twerk, Lucy’s bare ass jiggling with the movement. “Oh, don’t be so serious, Nevyn,” he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. “You should be thanking me. I’ve been keeping your sister’s body... occupied.”

Nevyn’s ghostly form surged forward, his hand reaching out to grab Jarred, but it passed right through him. “You’re sick, Jarred. I swear, when I get my hands on you—”

“When you get your hands on me?” Jarred interrupted, straightening up and turning to face Nevyn again. He smirked, running a hand down Lucy’s stomach and between her legs. “You’re not exactly in a position to make threats, are you?”

Nevyn’s ghostly form flickered with frustration, his voice low and dangerous. “What did you do to her? How did you even get her here?”

Jarred’s smirk widened, and he tilted Lucy’s head to the side, as if pondering the question. “Oh, that’s a fun story. Want to hear it?”

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Flashback....

Jarred phased into Nevyn’s classroom, his ghostly form scanning the room quickly. His eyes landed on Nevyn’s bag, and he wasted no time, diving into it and rummaging through its contents. “Gotcha,” he muttered to himself as his fingers closed around the phone. He pulled it out, his thumb hovering over the delete button.

But before he could press it, the sound of the classroom door opening made him freeze. He turned, his eyes widening as Lucy stepped inside, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked annoyed, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“What do you think are you doing with my brother’s bag?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

Jarred panicked. He didn’t have time to explain—or even think. "Umm nothing.."

"I don't buy it." She glared, getting closer.

"Nice tits."

"Wha-"

Without hesitation, he phased into Lucy’s body, her form jerking slightly as he took control. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, and Jarred couldn’t help but glance down, a smirk forming on Lucy’s lips.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” he murmured, his hands moving to cup Lucy’s breasts. He squeezed them gently, a shiver running through him. “Very nice.”

But he didn’t have time to get distracted. With a quick motion, he deleted the video from Nevyn’s phone, then tossed it back into the bag. “There. Problem solved.”

His eyes darted around the room, and he spotted the closet. “Perfect,” he muttered, heading straight for it. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The darkness was comforting, and as he leaned against the wall, his hands began to wander.

“Might as well make the most of this, while waiting.” he whispered, his fingers slipping between Lucy’s legs. He gasped softly, his hips bucking against his own touch. The sensation was electric, and he couldn’t resist. His fingers worked furiously, his breath coming in short, **** gasps.

“Oh, fuck...” he moaned, his head falling back against the wall. He can't take it anymore and stripping her clothes leaving her naked. His body trembled as he brought himself to the edge, and then over it. “Yes!” he cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure as he came, Lucy’s body shuddering with the **** of it.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he slumped against the wall, a satisfied smile on Lucy’s lips. “Now, that’s what I call a victory,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

He waited in the closet, his patience wearing thin. Finally, he heard the sound of Nevyn’s ghostly form entering the classroom. With a grin, he stepped out of the closet, putting on a show just for him.

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Present....

“So, there you have it,” Jarred said, his voice smug as he finished the story. He ran a hand through Lucy’s hair, his smirk widening. “Your sister’s been very helpful. And now, well... I’m in control.”

Nevyn’s ghostly form flickered dangerously, his voice low and threatening. “You’re going to regret this, Jarred.”

But Jarred only laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Oh, I doubt that. But hey, if you want to try to stop me, be my guest.” He spread Lucy’s arms wide, inviting Nevyn to make a move.