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Halloween was usually a fun time for everyone. After all, when you lived in a world where monsters were spawned and grew in power the more negativity there was in the air, any holiday that came was celebrated with fervor and great aplomb.
And Joan...she lived for Halloween, the holiday being her absolute favorite one, tied with Christmas. She made homemade treats in abundance and shared them with everyone, even those who didn’t like her (as rare as that was), ranging from chocolates to taffies to lollipops (those were delicious, but deadly to everyone who happened to watch Joan enjoy her own treats. The loud sucking was bad enough, along with the moaning causing more erections than there should have been, but the licks she gave the candy, dragging her tongue along the sweet, her tongue stained with the color of the sucker flavor, the whimpers as she enjoyed it...it was hell) and often left batches of them around the dorm common areas for them all to eat, each one carefully labeled as to what they were so as to avoid allergic reactions.
Everyone (and that did mean ‘everyone’) adored the treats, and eagerly awaited every weekend to see what would be left to enjoy. Even the teachers were constantly seen with sweets during the month.
But no, what was the worst was the fact that the bubbly blonde loved costumes. Not just the costumes themselves, but the act of finding the perfect one and modeling them. Which alone wouldn’t be bad, but Joan…well, she happened to be the type to take everything to level thirteen without actually meaning to do so.
Pyrrha still woke up nights in a cold sweat and with an aching cock and balls as she remembered that day in the hospital after the “Day of The White Sea”, where Joan had inadvertently made things worse for her by grabbing her dick and massaging her balls in an attempt to help her stop cumming.
This Halloween, Joan seemingly wanted to find the perfect costume, among a bunch that she had brought from home, and had used the most impressively frightening case of puppy dog eyes that any of the three of them had ever seen to convince them to help her pick as she modeled.
Granted, it was made easier since they didn’t have to sit through it all at once (that would be complete hell) but several outfits a week at random. And boy, was it hell on their libidos. More than once, they had to dash to the bathrooms after the ‘showcase’ and tend to themselves, not even caring that all three of them were there in the cramped space doing the same thing.
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The first outfit wasn’t too bad, if they were being honest. No, the teacher outfit was actually pretty damned chaste, if one wanted to look at it objectively. However, the outfit did not fit Joan’s honestly outrageous proportions, the bust of the top and jacket and skirt straining almost obscenely against her chest and bottom.
To make matters worse, the outfit seemed to be a dead ringer for Professor Goodwitch’s, and Joan had taken that and run with it, even getting herself glasses and putting her hair into the same style. She even had the crop for it!
“Students please…don’t play with your food~” all three swallowed hard as they heard Joan’s damn near perfect impersonation of Professor Goodwitch, down to the glare. Honestly, the only difference was that Joan had deep cerulean eyes compared to the Professor’s green ones.
Lian was stunned. She knew that Joan and the Professor were related, but the fact had never been so hammered home than by the fact that Joan was dressed as her, and even tapping her palm with the crop she was carrying in her free palm. She swallowed hard, cock twitching in her pants.
Nora was partly terrified, partly aroused. She made no bones about how she thought Professor Goodwitch was really strict, but seeing Joanie looking and acting like her was both arousing and terrifying! She hoped to any god that was listening that she didn’t get a hard on the next time she saw Professor Goodwitch!
Pyrrha...was drooling. Her mind was stuck in fantasies involving both Joan and Professor Goodwitch telling her that she was a naughty girl and needed to be punished, teasing her and bringing her to the brink and denying her and making her beg and beg and beg-
“What do you think of this costume, girls?” Joan asked, clueless to her teammate’s plight. “I think its nice, even though its a bit...tight around the girls…” Joan shifted, before gasping and blushing brightly as the top exploded, her crimson and bronze bra becoming exposed, the buttons flying off and smacking each of her teammates between the eyes with enough force to knock them off the bed. “OHMYGOSH! Are you all okay!?”
While their Aura meant that they were perfectly fine, having absorbed the blow of the practically bullet speed buttons, the three enjoyed Joan worrying over them, not seemingly noticing that she was pretty much only in her bra at that point.
...they were still going to have issues looking at Professor Goodwitch without blushing, though.
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The second outfit was more risque than the first, but still non-sexual in concept: a police officer costume. However, with Joan, supposedly non-sexual concepts turned sexual, fast.
“You’re under arrest!” handcuffs spun around a slender finger as a grinning Joan pointed a police baton at her teammates, who stood in the doorway like deer in headlights.
This outfit was had less covering than her previous outfit, the skirt stopping at middle thigh, showing a lot of creamy, flawless skin, the boots that she wore coming up above her knees. Her top was tied underneath the breast, exposing her trim belly and a great amount of cleavage to their eyes. Even worse, it was obvious that Joan wasn’t wearing her bra, since the bulge of her nipples was pressing against the front of the top she was wearing.
“...oh…” neither Pyrrha, Ren, or Nora would ever be able to tell who was the one that uttered the weak sounding moan, but it didn’t matter, as Joan continued.
“Hmm, should I clap you all in irons? Tie you up and make you think of your wrongdoings?” Joan’s smirk was just the wrong shade of wicked, exciting them far more than they should be, although the wording that she had given them only enticed them and gave them rather filthy fantasies…
...it didn’t help when Joan tried doing something fancy as she spun the handcuffs on her fingers and somehow cuffed herself, a long moment of silence filling the room before she meekly asked for help getting them off.
...all three of them woke with sticky sheets and undergarments that night, with cries loud enough that they were surprised that Joan hadn’t woken up.
~
The next outfit...well, it cause a lot of fantasies, and the trio of Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren were eternally thankful that only they were witness to it. Why?
Joan was in a Nurse outfit. And it wasn’t the scrubs that Doctor Mercy in the Infirmary wore, which were professional and covered the entirety of her body save for her lower arms and head.
No, Joan had somehow managed to get her hands on the most fetishistic Nurse outfit that the three of them had ever seen in their lives.
While the top ‘covered’ her bust, the strain alone was brutal, and all three could swear that they could hear the threads screaming for mercy as the garment fought not to practically explode off of her body. The skirt? Sure, it was a skirt and all, but it was obscenely short, to the point that at least half of Joan’s bubbly ass was exposed!
On top of her head was a bonnet with a red cross and around her neck was a stethoscope...one that they all knew would be able to catch their pounding heartbeats if she put the ends in her ears.
Their cocks twitched hard in their undergarments (yet another pair for each of them getting stretched out to the point of ruin) as Joan looked at them with hooded eyes and spoke, her voice soft and smoky, saying, “Oh? Some walk ins? What do you need? Prescription pick up? A check up? A physical?”
Lian’s eyes rolled up in her head as she tipped over, managing to land on her side so she didn’t bend her cock painfully, whimpering as one of her mind was filled with thoughts of Joan performing a ‘full’ examination on her body, examining all of her.
She vaguely felt Nora next to her, checking on her, as well as the scent of vanilla and cherries that she, that all of them associated with Joan. “Lian, are you okay? Talk to me!” cracking her eyes open, she saw Nora on one side of her, and Joan on the other with Pyrrha behind her, looking down with wide eyes and cheeks that matched her hair.
Despite the situation, Lian found herself groaning as she realized exactly what her teammate was looking at, since she could glimpse that Joan’s skirt had ridden up more as she crouched before her, meaning that Pyrrha was getting a full view of Joan’s rear at this moment as well as whatever panties she was wearing.
Lian was brought back to reality as Joan’s hands began to move over her body, the beautiful blonde asking her what hurt, and she shuddered as her fantasies of Joan ‘examining’ her came right back to the forefront, being made to strip naked, bend over, have her examine her cock and balls…
With a tiny whimper, Lian curled in on herself as she began to unload into her undergarments, her balls demanding relief, Joan’s panicked voice fading from her ears as pleasure overtook her.
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The fourth costume would have been something innocent...had it not been wrapped in a fetish wrapper. When they had heard ‘cowgirl’, they had sighed with relief, since, while Joan would be able to make flannel and jeans attractive, it wasn’t going to be the hell that the Nurse outfit had been.
They were wrong.
“Hmm...not sure about this ‘cowgirl’ one. What do you girls think?” well, all three of them thought that they were in danger of blacking out due to blood imbalance, but they couldn’t outright say that to their beloved team leader. Why were their tongues so heavy in their mouths?
Joan’s idea of ‘cowgirl’ involved a cowprint bikini that strained against her proportions, with leather chaps around her legs, leather boots, and a stetson hat on top of her head. “Is it just me, or do some things need milking?” she winked, tipping her hat to the three of them.
While the three knew that Joan meant cows, their own minds went into the depths of the gutter, imagining being forced onto all fours as Joan placed buckets between their legs and worked her hands along their cocks, massaging their balls, intent on milking them of all their worth.
“Hmm, that’s a nice yield for one ejaculation, Pyrrha~” the redhead panted hard as her thighs quivered as her cock was rubbed, cum dripping from her tip, the bucket underneath her already filled at least a fifth of the way due to how much she had cum from Joan’s ministrations, “But I can tell you have so much more in these balls of yours that can be emptied out for what’s needed~” a fondle of said balls make Pyrrha gasp sharply, hips hitching backwards into the warm hands.
“Hmm, don’t worry, girl~ I’ll milk everything out...I know its uncomfortable for you~” Joan’s hand began to move up and down along her cock, her hand rubbing and squeezing her uncomfortably, terribly overfilled balls.
“Moooo~!”
Pyrrha was jerked back to reality as she felt incredible softness press against her breasts and a soft hand against her forehead. “Are you okay, Pyrrha?” Joan’s honeyed voice entered her ears, making Pyrrha realize just how close that the blonde had gotten to her while she was fantasizing, and how dangerously close said blonde was to getting poked by her massive cock.
While she didn’t exactly like Cinder fall, she could understand using a belt to keep her cock down was a good idea, especially since thanks to Aura there was no risk of losing circulation.
It didn’t, however, stop her precum from drooling down the inside of her thighs, hot and sticky, letting her know that the pulsing rod and heavy sack pressing against her skin needed relief and emptying.
...which she was going to do in moments if Joan didn’t stop pressing into her with those concerned eyes! Sending a panicked look to her other teammates, she was grateful when they leapt into figurative battle, grabbing Joan’s attention just in time, so she missed her exploding, white dripping down her legs as she made a stumbling dash to the bathroom, needing to clean herself up before Joan noticed anything amiss.
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The fifth costume was one that all of them were going to hell for, they just knew it, despite it being the most chaste costume that they had seen her wearing yet. Why? When returning to the dorms, they found Joan on her knees before the mirror, wearing black robes that fully covered her body, and a head covering that covered her hair. Around her neck was a beaded necklace with a charm nestled between her breasts.
Joan was dressed as a nun. Their mouths went dry, as even though her body was pretty much completely covered, Joan was sinfully attractive and the robes clung to her curvaceous body, highlighting exactly how sinful this was.
“Oh, hello my children, are you here to confess your sins to me?” cocks surged in their undergarments, stretching and straining them as the blonde vision gracefully stood up and turned towards them, allowing them to see the full view of how the sinfully snug robe clung to her form, the folds sinking between her breasts and showing just how deep it was, the golden chain holding the religious charm glinting as light flashed across it.
Nora whimpered, shaking in place as her thoughts flashed to Lian teasing her, always saying that she’d drag Nora to confession for things that she had done, her mind (and cock) immediately going to how Joan would possibly pull a ‘confession’ from her. Would she use her hand? Her mouth? Tease and deny her? Make her beg?
Nora whimpered as she felt herself start orgasming, thankfully since her cock was bent in her shorts, she didn’t erupt all over Joan, but her balls steadily worked, her cum forcing its way towards the kink, letting her know she didn’t have long before she wouldn’t be able to hide what Joan and her own mind made her do.
“Bathroom!” she cried out, waddling away as fast as she could, much to the confusion of Joan, and the sympathetic looks of Lian and Pyrrha, who saw her cum starting to make her way down her inner thighs.
~
The sixth costume was revealed when Pyrrha, Lian, and Nora entered the dorm room, mentally exhausted from having to do research for Port’s upcoming paper (one that Joan had somehow finished already) and just wanted to relax in their beds and destress.
However, what they received was a jaunty tune as they closed the door, making them look up, their eyes going wide and their jaws dropping as they saw Joan wearing a skimpy skirt that barely skirted her middle thigh, a tank top that stopped about an inch under her breasts, revealing the majority of her upper body. She wore one of the brightest smiles they had ever seen on her face, and was holding Pom Poms.
Joan was dressed as a fucking cheerleader.
They all wanted to try and stop what they knew was coming, but they were helpless to do anything as Joan started to cheer.
“One, Two, Three, Four
We’ve Accepted The Challenge
Of Becoming The Best!”
Joan began to bounce, on more than just the balls of her feet, her massive tits swinging in such a way they knew the girl wasn’t wearing a bra (though the fat bulges poking through the thin top told them that truth already) as she moved her arms and swung her hips.
“We’re Number One,
We’re Mighty Proud,
We’re On A Victory Quest!”
All three could feel their cocks twitching in time with Joan’s movements, their shafts like twisted metronomes under the control of the sinful image before them.
“We’ve Got Pride And Spirit,
JNPR Is Our Name!
We’re On The Move And Out To Prove,
That We’re Gonna Win This Game!”
Time seemed to slow as Joan winked and performed a high kick, exposing pure white panties to their gaze, hugging Joan’s mound tightly, to the point that they looked painted on. Dark spots formed on the front of their stretched skirts as they leaked heavily from the arousal that surged through their bodies.
Joan giggled as she lowered her leg. “How was that, girls? I practiced to try and cheer you up since I knew you were feeling down over Port’s paper that’s coming up...did...did it work?” her voice turned shy and bashful, a soft blush on her cheeks as she curled a stray lock of blonde hair around her finger, holding both pom poms in one hand.
Oh, they were certainly cheered up, alright! They were pumped and full of energy! As one, all three tried talking, only succeeding in confusing Joan and making her giggle. “I’m glad you liked it! It was fun, if a little embarrassing!”
They could understand embarrassing, since they had been buying panties in bulk since they had met this beautiful girl…
They froze as Joan gave them a smile, her eyes hooding and making her look even more seductive than normal. “If you liked it that much, maybe I can give you more cheers another time~?”
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! Joan’s face went from smiling to confused as the room was filled with squirting noises, the blonde looking around to find where they were coming from, thankfully missing how her teammate’s faces twisting in pleasure as they shuddered in orgasm, their skirts getting darker and large blobs of cum dripping out from underneath their skirts and falling to the floor.
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The seventh costume made Pyrrha, Nora, and Lian nearly faint, and not just from the scandalous outfit! What she was doing didn’t help at all! Joan was currently wearing a maid outfit. Which, while it covered a great deal of her body, the skirt was incredibly short, and it was straining around her proportions, her breasts bulging out the top, the little bonnet headdress sitting perfectly on her head.
“Cleaning is a maid’s duty~!” the blonde chirped, sweeping the floor playfully, giving the three of them a cheeky wink, somehow not noticing their minds immediately going so far into the gutter that they needed cleaning.
The trio shared a panicked look as they saw Joan turn, her skirt fluttering and revealing a good portion of her backside, making them throb with hunger and need. But they also felt panic grip them, since Joan was looking under their beds, and she could end up finding things that they didn’t want her knowing they owned-
They each whimpered as Joan moved out from underneath the bed holding Lian’s pocket pussy, a clear gel thing that was pretty much just a sleeve for her to work her cock quickly if she needed to get off before or between classes and couldn’t use her semblance to calm herself down.
Even worse, Joan was tilting it this way and that, inspecting it and sliding her slender fingers over it.
Lian’s face burned, since she was the best at handling her own urges and hiding her aid materials, so seeing Joan having found it was mortifying. The only consolation prize she could give herself was that at least Joan hadn’t found Nora’s pink Shirona Star fleshlight or Pyrrha’s red one, or worse, Pyrrha’s “Fuck My Bubble Butt” Scarlett O’ Hare anal sex toy. But this was still so embarrassing that she wasn’t going to be able to look Joan in the eyes-
Joan glanced up, her bright blues confused. “Uh...girls? What’s this?” Joan held up Lian’s toy with one hand and pressed her fingers into the opening with her other, making them all twitch. “And why is it so squishy on the inside?” all three of them whimpered as Joan began to move her hand back and forth, an outrightobscene sound coming from where her fingers were moving in the silicone gel.
“It feels...odd.” the slight flush on Joan’s cheeks only made it worse, since it meant that she knew that something was off.
Lian’s brain triggered, realizing that she had to say something, and knowing that both Pyrrha and Nora were useless right now (she was pretty sure that Pyrrha was using every ounce of discipline in her body to avoid cumming all over the beautiful blonde before them), and needing to keep her from asking too many questions and worse, realizing what she was holding.
Releasing a nervous laugh that sounded horrifyingly squeaky to her own ears, Lian stepped forwards, feeling her shaft rubbing against her inner thigh, trapped by the tight constraints of her undergarments and pants. She could feel her precum slopping down the inside of her leg as she reached out and took the sex toy (one she would never be able to look at quite the same now) and held it. “Oh, this? It’s nothing, Joan, you just found one of my Meditation Aids! It helps me calm down after a ha-after a rough day!” Lian swiftly changed her wording, realizing how horribly ironic her word choice would have been. “As a matter of fact, thank you for finding it, I am in sincere need of its help in calming down after today…” there was no lies in that statement, Lian backing away, her cock already throbbing at the thought of the by proxy handjob she was going to enjoy very shortly. Her hand tightened around her toy and she pulled it to her side protectively as she saw Nora and Pyrrha both staring at it intently as well.
“Oh, okay! Sorry about that! Guess I got a little too into character, huh?” all three choked on their own spit as Joan rubbed the back of her head, and spread her legs, revealing the pristine white panties clinging to her mound, her leg muscles flexing as she slipped her feet back and pushed herself up off the ground with leg strength alone.
Lian power walked away before she came in front of her team leader. “I’ll be back! I have to do a quick meditation!” she burst out, using the excuse that she had spit out earlier to be able to masturbate.
Joan blinked as both Nora and Pyrrha rushed after Lian as well. “Yeah! Wait up for me, Renny! I need to meditate too!” was Nora’s cry, forgetting the fact that she always tried to get out of meditation. “Joan? I’ll be back, okay! I just need...I need to follow Ren’s lead and meditate for a moment!” all three practically dashed into the bathroom, leaving a confused Joan standing there, head tilted cutely.
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“Meditation...in the bathroom? And all three of them at the same time?” Joan wondered, though she shrugged. She’d just ask Auntie Glynda or Auntie Cynthia about it later…probably Auntie Cynthia; Auntie Glynda always got this funny twitch in her eye and had to take deep breaths when she talked about some of the odd things she saw...
~
It was the final days upcoming to Halloween, and Pyrrha, Nora, and Lian were on edge...emotionally, at least. Joan had mentioned that she had one final costume to try out before she made her final decision on what to wear for the Beacon Halloween Party.
And none of them could deny that all three of them wondered what the outfit could be?
Currently, the trio were sitting on Joan’s bed, all three of them attempting to not think about what that meant and what they wished to be doing on that bed with the bubbly, lovable blonde, but instead focused on the bathroom door, where they could hear shuffling behind it.
It was a form of anticipatory hell, they decided. To be on the bed of the girl that they loved, that they wanted to be with, waiting to see what sensual torment that Joan was going to delight them with this time. It was simultaneously something to look forward to and something to dread. But they would persevere!
“We’ll be okay, right?” Pyrrha asked, her hair more askew than normal, an almost wild look in her emerald eyes. She wasn’t sure she could make it if Joan did something else crazy in one of her costumes.
Nora released a shuddery sigh, her shorts already bulging out due to her mind going to horribly interesting places, each new idea of what could come through the door even more sexy than the previous ones…“...it...it can’t be that bad now, right?” she asked, her tone hopeful. “I mean, we have to have dealt with the worst of it right? It can’t get any worse?”
Lian groaned, looking at Nora with a flat look. “You’ve doomed us all, Nora.” she said, her tone utterly dead and devoid of all emotion. “Doomed. Us. All.” she bit out, making Nora shrink in shock, even more when she saw even Pyrrha glaring at her.
Nora didn’t even have a chance to defend herself as they heard the doorknob rattling, all three sets of eyes darting to it like it was a rabid animal about to strike, waiting for what was to come.
“Okay, girls, I’m coming out~!” the trio swallowed as one as they heard Joan’s voice through the door, before it opened, and they nearly swallowed their tongues, choking on their saliva as they stared at Joan, their pants and skirts bulging as their cocks swelled in their lower garments.
“What do you think of this costume, girls?” Joan asked, a smile, albeit a blushing one, on her face.
“Meep!” was the collective sound that Pyrrha, Nora, and Lian managed to release upon seeing the newest, most sexual, most obscene ‘costume’ yet.
Joan’s hair was out of its usual braid and pulled into a ponytail similar to Pyrrha’s. She posed with her arms crooked and her hands behind her head. Around her neck was a black leather choker, where two strings (there was no other word to describe the thin fabric that moved down the blonde’s voluptuous body) slid down the massive swells of her breasts, small bats covering her nipples (and not well, either, since a good portion of creamy pink was visible), before the strings moved down the sides of her body, before joining and covering her mound, another bat resting on her pubic area.
“Oh gods,” Pyrrha whimpered, “Its a fucking slingkini…” Pyrrha had seen a great many from girls who wanted her attention; hell, her agent had attempted to get her to model in one before!
Nora had her hands clasped over her lap, doing the best that she could to hide the wet spot steadily spreading outwards as she stared at the vision before her.
Lian was the only one that was able to scramble her thoughts into something resembling coherence. “You...you look wonderful, Joan…” she managed to say, “But...but where have you been getting these costumes?” she asked, wondering where someone so innocent had gotten such sexual and outright fetishistic outfits.
Joan smiled brightly, giggling (and boy, did that do wondrous things to her barely covered chest). “Oh, all of these costumes were ones that I raided from my older sister Saphron’s closet at home! They were buried in the back of it!” Joan blinked. “Come to think of it...I never saw her wear any of these, but Terra, her girlfriend, was always talking about ‘shows’ and ‘having fun with the costumes’…”
“UNGH~!” that was the straw that sent all three over the edge, the knowledge that Joan had borrowed and was unknowingly wearing sex roleplay outfits being too much for their libidos.
The three fell off the bed and crashed onto the floor, curled up onto themselves as their cum evacuated their balls as fast as it could, the trio gasping for air as they heard Joan’s worried cries, and inquiries about what was wrong.
Honestly? What was wrong? They got to see the most beautiful girl in outfits that barely covered her body. There was only one worry to have…
At the start of next week, was November the first. And No Nut November was mandated for all futa students (at least the first years) as a method of discipline. They weren’t sure they would survive.
But then, that sounded like a problem for the future Pyrrha, Nora, and Lian. For now, they would enjoy this…
...although something in the back of their minds told them that November was just going to be the absolute worst.