The Bully Code: Lockdown (Patreon)

Real off the top of my head idea that came together quickly. Time and energy’s been more scarce lately so sorry if things are a little slow this month, but getting a lot of work done on commissions and rewards. I also say this having put out 3 stories in a week, so there’s my sense of scale and expectations in action...

This was a really fun experiment, if having to put it together piece by piece. One day I figured what each character's voice would be for the narrative, like what they would change or how they see themselves, and then what their story would be. I ditched the idea of it being a Rashomon (everyone tells the same story differently) early on, since different scenes and what they focus on would tell more than that. It gets deep into their characters and how they see the world or think in their heads.

Kumatake’s barely paying attention to anything but her friends. Ayami thinks everything is nice and happy until someone directly, genuinely insults or threatens someone near her. Azuka thinks she’s the star of an action cartoon. Setsuna thinks she’s the ultra-popular girl in a shoujo manga. Chiyo over-analyzes and overthinks everything. Ichiru is super blunt but loves the romantic side of things while being a huge closet perv.

This one’s entertaining first, then horny, then fighty. Special mention to the inclusion of the Shooting Stars gang, both as a fan-suggested faction and because their existence confirms that Azuka would absolutely punch a nazi.

“What’n the hell?! Just die already!” Azuka raged.

“You can’t just-” Chihiro started to explain.

“I’m gonna rip his head off and hang it in front of my house for a trophy!” the angry thug continued.

“Not a bad idea,” Ayami agreed as she tapped the buttons on her own video game. “It gives you an intimidation bonus, I think.”

The Kutakori Nightmare girls had gotten very invested in the video game Yokai Yakuza. The whole world around them seemed to breathe a sigh of relief to know they had something to focus on besides them. The combination of catch ‘em all mechanics with gang micromanagement seemed to have something for either of them, so it was a common topic of discussion. For a while, many of their gang meetings devolved into playing together or trading units, though it had finally started to slow down to a reasonable level.

“I don’t bother intimidating. I just wiped out all the neighboring clans. Sent a decent message,” Kumatake muttered. She sat on the fold out sofa in their new base, the abandoned and remodeled tool shed they took over. Ayami was leaning her back against her arm as they played beside each other.

“That’s so much harder though. I’ve been using the protection money we’ve been making to bump up my Influence and keep charming the other guys. Then I can recruit their best fighters rather than waste them.”

“Hm.” Kumatake grunted as she pondered over the radical new idea of using any strategy at all.

Ichiru and Setsuna entered, the two tallest of the gang stooping into the entrance. The towering goth mute dropped into a beanbag chair while Setsuna rammed herself into the chair beside Azuka, their contrastingly tall/skinny and short/thick figures making a tight but oddly suitable fit in the chair. Setsuna immediately pulled her game out of her bag.

“Move over, grape head,” Setsuna snorted in her nasally tone. “I wanna kick your gang’s ass.”

“Oh yea!? Bring it on!” Azuka barked back. “I could use the rep boost from stomping your dumbass ghosts!”

The girls elbowed at each other while they hurried to set up their online struggle to match their real one. Ichiru shook her head and held up a hand for attention before going into her hand signs.

<Should we stop them?> she asked. She expected the others to bring up their translators on their phones but Ayami replied right away. Her and Chihiro had picked up some of her sign language by now, and “Should we stop this?” was a fairly common phrase she used while she got used to the ways of The Nightmare Girls.

“Oh nah. They just do that,” Ayami replied without sparing the dopey duo a second glance.

Kumatake nodded simply. “They’re gonna do it anyway. Besides, look at ‘em. They’re so happy to be beating each other up. There’s not even no blood when they do it this way.”

<Yea. I guess that’s… “good”. Hey, anybody got a spare lion-dog I could use as an informant for my game?>

The gang spared the rest of the city as they settled in for some gaming together. It was a couple hours in when there came a tapping noise from the roof of their clubhouse.

“Sounds like we got our first spies. Maybe a raid,” Azuka grunted as she sat up from the cramped seat. “I’ll go fuck ‘em up real quick.”

The taps tame more rapidly as Ayami looked at the ceiling. “Azu, I don’t think that’s…”

Their short and curvy muscle stepped outside and let out a shriek a moment later. She bolted back inside with a few small wet spots on her top. “Okay, shit! It’s just raining!”

“Yea, I was gonna say…”

“Well what are you waiting for? Go beat up the rain,” Setsuna snorted.

“And mess up my hair? I just dyed it last night!” Azuka snapped.

“I don’t think that’s the biggest reason not to ‘beat up the rain,” Chihiro pointed out.

<Pretty good reason, though. Not all of us can go dancing between the rain drops.>

“Not with tits like these,” Azuka grunted. “So who’s got an umbrella?”

The gang replied with a moment of silence.

“I didn’t think it was gonna rain today,” Kumatake muttered.

Chiyo nodded. “My one mom says that weathermen are like fortune tellers anyway. They’re practically guessing. One benefit from the bangs is it keeps the rain out of my glasses…”

<We can’t all borrow your bangs either,> Ichiru added. <So nobody?>

“Azuka’s tiny enough to hide under Chiyo’s boobs,” Setsuna pointed out. “But yea, we’re sort of stuck here.”

“That would look really cute,” Ayami agreed. “But we’d be best waiting it out. If they weren’t expecting it to rain, I doubt it’ll come down this hard for that long.” A beeping came from near her head as Kumatake grunted.

“Ah… my game’s got low battery,” she mentioned grimly. “I oughta plug in.”

“You can help me out on mine,” Ayami offered. “I’m just grinding my minions levels up anyway.” Her device gave a beep of its own. “Though... I guess we did start playing around the same time…”

“Just use mine, boss!” Azuka insisted. “I can totally waste time on my phone instead while I sacrifice my battery for yours!” Her device beeped its warning as well, followed by several more around the clubhouse.

“Oh no! I don’t think we have that many outlets!” Chiyo blurted. “This is going to cut into our time-wasting efficiency by an easy fifty percent!”

<Is it wasting time if we have an efficiency?> Ichiru signed with a sarcastic frown. <Doing less would make it more efficient, right?>

“Hmm… I might need to get a graph chart to figure this out…”

<Or not!>

“Oh c’mon,” Setsuna snorted. “We dicked around and wasted plenty of time way before we got this game. Like that time we spent like twenty minutes convincing that dude in the suit he offended us somehow and wouldn’t tell him how.”

“Ha! Yea. Fuckin’ loser and his rich ass,” Azuka laughed as she squeezed herself back into the chair beside her. “Guy was sweatin’ and offerin’ us his wallet and everythin’!”

“That sounds like a wild story,” Chihiro smiled. “You really got into a lot of trouble before we came along.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Ayami giggled. “Having us around just made them even more dangerous.”

“Yea,” Kumatake chuckled, rubbing her girlfriend’s head. “The shit we’ve done since we got twice the girlpower we started with…”

<Well now I gotta know,> Ichiru gestured. <What’s the craziest shit you girls have done in the gang.>

Azuka laughed. “Boy, I’ve seen some wild stuff. Makin’ trouble, hasslin’ losers, beatin’ up plenty of dumbass gangs trying to make a name for themselves… for me, though, there was that one night I ran into that bitch Mizaki during a snack run…”

---

Azuka told her story briskly and energetically: how she had snuck out of her house to grab some late-night snacks at the convenience store. She had a small back with some chips and ice cream around one arm, dressed in a windbreaker, t-shirt and leggings on the comfortable spring evening. She passed fearlessly through the streetlight-lined sidewalk before they suddenly went out one by one. The pompadoured girl raised an eyebrow as one suddenly flashed on, dramatically revealing a girl with short, dyed blonde hair. She wore a brown and white school uniform with an arm band with the kanji for “vigilance.”

“There you are, Azuka! You fell right into my trap!” she gloated. “You may have beat my ass last time we met, but this time I’ve come prepared. I, Mizaki Kinsutsu, have been training with weights in my socks, so you won’t stand-”

Azuka was instantly in front of her, slugging her in the stomach. The taller and thinner girl huffed loudly as spittle flew dramatically from her mouth.

“Bitch, this ice cream is melting,” Azuka growled.

She turned and kneed the girl in the chin now that she was low enough to reach it. She flew over backward fast enough to spin head over heels several times in midair before Azuka hopped up and kicked her into the sky. She flew just over the rooftops when Azuka pulled her hands back, summoning a bright purple glow around her palms before thrusting them out. Two large balls of purple ki shot through the air, blowing up around the challenging delinquent before she fell smoking back to the ground…

---

Ichiru gestured for Azuka to wait a second. <You kicked her over a building. And then shot fireballs at her?”

“Ki blasts. But basically,” Azuka corrected. It’s when you focus your-”

“No, we know what it is,” Chihiro interrupted. “But how can you do that? And why have you never done that before? It sounds… well, I don’t want to speak out of turn as the kohai to your senpai…”

Kumatake shrugged. “Girl says she can throw fireballs, she can throw fireballs. We weren’t there. Keep goin’,” the boss directed.

---

Mizaki’s smoking, groaning body hit the ground with a splat, her clothes blown off her body to leave her naked on the sidewalk. Azuka huffed and started to walk off when more streetlights came back on. Another dozen girls in similar uniforms appeared, as well as one with a red arm band, commissar cap, and an iron cross on her jacket. She was suddenly surrounded.

“So you beat our scout, eh?” the obvious leader scoffed. “Well you won’t stop the Shooting Stars, the only gang in this city to maintain the spirit of the S.S.! Nazis, boats, and loving young boys!”

---

“Er, excuse me,” Chiyo piped up. “But you’re actually saying that you were attacked by pedophile nazis?”

“Who like boats,” Azuka nodded. “So?”

“I just think that’s a little extreme…”

Setsuna frowned as she chewed on a granola bar. “Actually, that part’s true. The Shooting Stars are kind of fucked up.”

“Yea, nobody really likes dealing with them besides kicking their ass,” Kumatake added. “But that’s most people for me anyway.”

---

Azuka continued her story as she slid her grocery bag from her wrist.

“I’ve had it up to here with you bozos and yer bullshit,” she scoffed. Two of the girls were on her in a flash but she raised her arm with a swift, lazy ease. It blocked both the incoming bat and pipe in one go, sweeping her arm and knocking both of her attackers back.

“You really wanna die, skanks? Then let’s fuckin’ go!” Azuka threw her bag of snacks into the air before slamming an elbow into both girls’ faces. They flinched back as Azuka grabbed both of them by their skirts, pulling them like ripcords that banged their faces together. They crumbled to the ground minus their torn skirts as Azuka let them go.

The rest of the SS charged at her, but Azuka clenched her fists and spread her legs into a broad stance. She let out a raging shout as a fiery purple aura suddenly exploded out from around her. Dust kicked up from the ground and debris went flying as the shortstack’s attackers were suddenly blown sky high. Azuka shot up into the air, speeding between them as she kicked, punched and headbutted all of the gang girls. Their clothes exploded off them from the force of the blows, giving them just enough time to squeal and cover up before they landed in a heap on the ground. They were too busy shoving and untangling themselves to get out of the way when Azuka came crashing down, sitting on the top one’s back and crushing them all at once. They let out huge grunts as a small crater was left beneath them, knocking out the pile of naked bitches as Azuka held out a hand, catching the falling back of snacks.

“Ah hell,” Azuka grumbled as she checked her bag. “My Mega Death Aura melted the dang ice cream again…”

---

“Mega Death Aura,” Ayami repeated.

“Yea, kind of my secret weapon. Only really use it when I’m in a hurry.”

“Yea, I think I saw that one once,” Kumatake nodded. Azuka’s face lit up in a delighted grin behind her mask. “Shit’s wild. Especially the cool ice cream catch. Always sends a message.”

“Yea, that’s really good bullshit,” Setsuna added in sarcastic agreement. “But that’s nothing. What about that time I made MVP during field day?”

“I don’t remember that one,” Kumatake mused, furrowing her brow.

“Oh, I do!” Ayami chimed. “That was when you decided not to show up because you hate running.”

“And trying,” Azuka added.

“And talking,” Chihiro pitched in.

<I totally get that last one,> Ichiru signed with a wicked grin.

“Oh yea… so MVP, huh?”

“Well unofficially. But I was totally the queen of the Kutakori Red Team for the games…”

---

“I don’t like our odds so far,” a random student noted, dressed in the usual red shorts and white shirts of the day. The school had been divided up into two teams, red and blue, wearing matching bandanas to go with their team. A large list of the members of each team had been posted, and a few of the students were looking over what classes were together.

“All the athletic types are on the blue team,” a mousy girl noted meekly. “We’d have to… wait! What homeroom is that!?”

“It… it can’t be! We’re saved! It’s…”

Setsuna strode out with a toss of her elegantly curled hair drills. The slender and dark-skinned beauty smiled majestically at her many adoring fans as cherry blossoms fell around her. Pink glitter appeared in the air and hearts appeared in countless eyes as she approached the team.

“Setsuna-Hime!”

“Mistress of the twin blades!? The genius of Kutakori High!? That Setsuna?!”

“The unstoppable queen of scissors! That’s her!”

“I wish she’d scissor me~!”

“The girl with over a dozen boyfriends! I’m so jealous!”

“Make me number thirteen, Setsuna-hime~!”

“We’re so lucky you graced us with your presence, Setsuna-sama!”

“No way we can lose now with her genius and beauty on our side!”

---

<I think we get it,> Ichiru frowned.

“Wow, everybody’s so nice to Setsu,” Ayami pondered aloud.

“So Azuka has fireballs…” Chihiro repeated calmly. “And Setsuna’s a princess. Alright…”

---

So as they set down the skinny but sexy queen of Kutakori, she thrust out a hand theatrically, her other hand’s fingertips resting against her forehead.

“Don’t worry, my little peasants. Your heroine is here to carry your team. Just follow my lead and I’ll see us all to victory. Our enemies will weep as we enjoy our pizza party for our historical triumph!”

“Setsuna-hime~!”

“You have such a big vocabulary, Setsuna-hime!”

“You have such nice boobs for being so thin, hime~!”

---

<WE GET IT!> Ichiru signed more aggressively.

“Oh yea. This stinks like shit,” Azuka agreed before furrowing her brow. “But I mean… she wasn’t totally wrong. About the games, anyway.”

---

In terms of raw strength, Setsuna was among the weakest of the Nightmare Girls besides maybe Ayami. Of course, that was like being the smallest kaiju as far as the rest of the world was concerned, and she made up for it in a number of ways.

In the relay race, the lanky girl’s long legs and reach made her invaluable as a runner. Her incredibly fast hands and perfect accuracy made her an ideal pitcher for the baseball demonstration. Her self-proclaimed brilliance saw the perfect way to line up their team in the tug of war, leaving her mighty sidekick Azuka in the back. Especially since she was putting on some weight and getting especially bottom-heavy…

“Hey!” Azuka yelled from the back of the lineup, suddenly yanking very hard and throwing the entire opposite team off their feet.

After scoring plenty of points for her team, it all came down to the ball toss. Baskets were hung up on high poles and whoever’s team could throw the most rubber balls into it was declared the winner. Once again, her height and accuracy would prove vital to their success.

“I can do this!” a high little voice replied beside her. Setsuna looked down at the 2-foot tall Azuka and shook her head. The runty girl picked up one of the orange-sized balls that was nearly the size of her entire body.

“Easy now, little one. Why don’t you sit on my shoulder?” she offered in a saintly gesture. “I’m sure you can get one or two in that…”

---

“I’m gonna kill ‘er!” Azuka snapped as she hopped out of her chair. Setsuna had stood up to dramatically pose and flourish throughout her story so she stormed after her.

“It’s not my fault you’re so tiny and ridiculously busty compared to me,” Setsuna laughed haughtily.

“TWO feet tall!? I’m about to put two feet straight up your ass, ya fuckin’ overgrown twig!”

“HEY!” Kumatake’s barked interrupted cut through the room, getting them both to freeze. The blonde scowled at Setsuna and nodded. “Really. How’d it go?”

“Well… it was mostly like that…” Setsuna admitted.

---

Azuka popped back to her normal height again, her arms loaded with balls hugged to her broad chest. Setsuna could only hold a few in her lean arms, sizing up the basket as the teachers called for the final countdown. Ayami and Chiyo were nearby, still sizing up the feel of the rubber balls while Setsu met her old teammate’s eye.

“You got the muscle. I got the reach,” Setsuna noted quickly.

“Whatcha sayin’? We goin’ spraypaint style?”

Setsuna smirked and nodded as she knelt down. “Mecha Shiva time, baby.”

“I told you I don’t know what that American bullshit means,” Azuka hissed as she climbed onto her shoulders.

“Oh you’re missing out. Venta Barutas is such a…”

“GO!”

With Azuka chucking as fast and hard as she could and Setsuna feeding her balls or making her own sniper shots, the shortstack was like a mounted gatling gun. They were flooding the basket as Setsuna kept trying to multitask while holding her partner steady.

“Don’t squeeze your legs so tight,” Setsuna warned as she cupped Azuka’s butt.

“Well don’t grab me so hard,” Azuka hissed back. “You know I’m an ass girl.”

“Well where else am I gonna… ugh! Ten seconds. Let’s fuckin’ go!” Setsuna grabbed as many remaining balls as she could and started whipping them out as quick as she could. They went right in as she planned, but Azuka grabbed onto one of her hair drills suddenly.

“Dammit! Stop vibrating down there!” Azuka squeaked. “I’m gonna…”

“No time, Zook! Just slam those balls into that hole and suck it up!”

“Shit, don’t phrase it like that!” Azuka ranted in a short, high voice as she hugged her legs around Setsuna’s head. She shivered as the taller girl felt her cum run down the back of her neck, staring in shock for a moment before throwing one last ball into the basket. It filled it up in a decisive win for the red team, the cheering students rushing over to hoist Setsuna onto her palanquin and carry her off to her pizza party like the Cleopatra of the school.

---

“And I guess Azuka was there too. Once she changed out of her shorts,” Setsuna added quickly.

“So I see!” Chihiro said brightly. “You two really are a standout duo! Your styles and personalities both encourage and compliment each other perfectly. You can achieve a lot when you work together.”

Azuka snorted in reply. “Yea, did you miss the part where I did all the throwing? And how I won the tug of war? MVP my ass.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Was I the one jizzing down your neck while you were scoring all those points?” Setsuna snorted nasally. “Not all of us can be uncivilized, neck-humping beasts, Zook.”

“Oh, I am gonna choke you with your own training bra, titless!” the shortstack snarled when Ayami spoke up.

“Actually… I have a pretty good story about bullying.”

“Really?” Azuka asked, stopping in her tracks. “You?”

“Yea. Why not?” she asked curiously, tilting her head to one side.

“You’re just so…” Setsuna started. Kumatake watched her with slightly more intensity to her dull stare. “Sunny?”

“I can bully sunnily. Right?” Ayami asked uncertainly. “Like… ‘hey, cheer up or else, ya jerk.”

Kumatake blushed and covered her mouth at the adorable attempt.

“As your greatest asset,” Chihiro pointed out, adjusting her glasses. “You do come across as the most normal among us. It lets you deal with social situations and blend in better than the rest of us.”

“Yea, but I can still be tough. Like this one time…”

---

A brightly smiling Ayami skipped down the streets of Japan. She waved her schoolbag jovially behind her, a piece of toast in her mouth that she wasn’t actually eating so much as just carrying around. She was on her way to school when an exclamation point appeared over her head. She put a hand to her ear and overheard some chattering voices, scooting off towards an alley where a few key words were catching her attention. A few obvious delinquent girls were loitering there, talking brashly amongst themselves.

“Freakin’ Mountain Apes,” one of them hissed. The broad and muscular girl with a thick dark braid huffed out a cloud of vape smoke as she sneered at her comrades in distaste. “Movin’ in on our turf again. They know what they’re doin’!”

“Yea,” a particularly short redheaded girl with a long jacket and a scar over her eyebrow snapped. She paused and frowned. “What are they doin’ again?”

“They’re pushin’ us into Nightmare territory! You know crossin’ into them’s a death wish!”

A constantly sweating thug with buck teeth and freckled nodded rapidly. “We can’t cross those nutjobs! They’d eat us alive!”

Shorty nodded. “Especially the new one! Fat bitch with the glasses? I hear she’s made of iron and would just as soon eat you as look at you!”

“She looks it,” freckles chortled.

“Haven’t you heard, Tatsu? They’re up to six now. They got another new one. They say her dad was a full-blooded ninja and her mom’s a banshee! Doesn’t make a sound unless she’s screaming a battle cry!” the brawny girl warned.

“What? Ichi-somethin’, right?”

“Yea, think so.”

The short girl scoffed. “Oh, her. She’s not any of that shit. She was a hitter for The Ghosters before them. She’s tough and all, but she’s no ninja. She’s just retarded or somethin’ so she doesn’t know how to talk.”

The girls broke into cruel laughter as outside the alley, Ayami pouted. Nobody talked about her friends like that. They were nothing but nice to her and had threatened anyone who dared mess with her. It was only right to protect their honor.

---

“HELL yea!” Azuka blurted out. “This story fuckin’ rules already!”

“My girl!” Kumatake laughed, bumping her shoulder playfully into Ayami’s.

“So many of them did you kill?” Setsuna asked with a grin. “Or did you just take their thumbs as a warning?

“Wellll…”

---

With a puff of smoke, Ayami appeared in front of the alley. She held up a piece of paper taped to a plastic-wrapped sandwich.

“Hey! Hi, excuse me. Are one of you girls, um…” She pretended to read the note on the snack. “Tatsu-chan?”

The gang of girls glared at her, but the freckled sweaty girl raised a hand. “Yea. That’s me,” she answered. “What’s it to you?”

“Oh, I just live up the road from your place,” Ayami bluffed. “I was passing by when your mom noticed me going this way and asked me to drop this off.”

She held up the sandwich and waved it with the note. The freckled girl blinked and shrugged. “Alright. Thanks, I guess…”

“Oh, sorry. Not to you. She said there’d be a pretty brunette with you with um…” Ayami put a finger to her chin. “It was… ‘a beautiful braid and dreamy green eyes.”

The braided punk blinked blankly at Ayami as she handed her the sandwich. The pink-haired girl smiled and bowed. “Thanks for making this so easy. See you around, neighbor!”

She trotted back out of the alley and waited just around the corner. She could hear the mayhem begin as the freckled girl grabbed the note and read what Ayami had written.

“Thanks for the night of passion… you’re so good with your tongue I thought I’d feed your appetite until next time. Love, ‘Mommy!?’ What the fuck, Urura!?”

“WHAT!? Why did your mom send me this!?” the braided girl blurted.

“That’s what I wanna no, you piece of shit!”

“Hey, if anyone here’s a mother fucker it’s you, mother fucker!”

“Why didn’t she send ME any sandwiches!?” the little blonde griped.

“Wait, why would she send any to YOU!?” freckled demanded. She shoved the shorter girl while the braided one grabbed her by the hair. She squealed and kicked at her muscular boss while the runty one tackled her around the knees. She tore open her top while the brunette got the little blonde in a chokehold, tangled in a mess of rapidly betraying chaos. Ayami giggled to herself as she skipped past the alley on her way to school, glancing as the blonde wedgied the muscled boss while the freckled one pulled on her hair. They turned into a cartoon dust cloud of flying fists as Ayami left them behind.

---

“Okay, that’s kind of better than the thumbs thing,” Setsuna admitted with a crooked grin.

“Brilliant! Just like I said,” Chiyo added. “Devious, deceptive, and without raising a fist while looking like a civilian.”

“Bullyin’ bullies. Now that’s pro level shit,” Azuka agreed.

“They don’t call my girl The Pink Devil for nothin’,” Kumatake grinned. She wrapped an arm around Ayami and kissed her cheek.

“They call me that cuz it’s my gamer ID at the arcade,” Ayami admitted with a giggle.

“Well I have to admit, I don’t have the same experience the rest of you do in this gang stuff,” Chihiro pointed out. “And my time in student council and my clubs was pretty boring compared to all this. But I do have a favorite moment! It sort of encapsulated everything nicely while sort of exposing our very nature. It was a few months back when every gang in the city tried to come for us.”

<Almost every,> Ichiru added. <Ghosters did not RSVP to the invite.>

Kumatake furrowed her brow. “Which fight was that again?”

“Really? You don’t remember fightin’ like a hundred chicks at once?” Setsuna asked.

“They all go down in one hit anyway,” Kumatake shrugged.

“That was the one where you beat the milk out of Uchina and Ayami took out a gang by herself using the old construction site,” Chihiro added matter of factly.

“Ah! Gotcha. Alright, I’m back on the same page.”

---

For a girl who was easily surprised, Chihiro was a fast thinker. Numbers had always been her real talent. So when every opposing gang had showed up with roughly 16 factions of sub-gangs and 76 to 84 (estimating for a few ambushes or cowering fighters at any given moment), she really was starting to recognize the scale and strength of her teammates at a level that she didn’t have enough raw data to comprehend.

She had seen the stats from the student council reports, but having this large of a sample size was really quite telling. Kumatake remained an immovable object, making few movements while obliterating anyone who came near her. An estimated twelve knockouts by this point in the fight. Setsuna had been holding the line with her scissors and kicks, a serpentine slasher among the opponents with roughly nineteen disposed of by her hand. Mostly rendered naked and fleeing while others were simply knocked or shocked unconscious. Azuka was a rampaging vanguard, plowing through any would-be opposition to keep them floored and unable to rally any sort of strategy against her. She only had fifteen takedowns by Chiyo’s watchful eye, but she had stunned or delayed many more than that while taking on bigger and more threatening forces than Setsuna’s. Ayami had taken on playing bait for a few opposing troops, but Chiyo recognized the “do not enter” signs as clues to her plan. Ayami wasn’t especially practical but she wasn’t overconfident, so she chalked those five off as taken care of.

Chihiro herself… well that was harder for her to track. She was taking any hit people managed to get past her guard, so apart from the few with nailbats or switchblades she wasn’t too concerned with getting hit. She had lost some ground from an especially large tackle before tossing them aside, but their numbers and confidence were fading quickly. She was… she was having the time of her life. The fight was thrilling of course, so she had to track that as an easy 8 out of 10 on the excitement factor. The fact that it was a team sport of sorts, surrounded by her brawling friends that were loving it themselves was another point at least, or a 7 on its own for the spectacle. Azuka smothering a girl twice her size unconscious between her tits while Setsuna severed skirts and panties from their owners was an impressive sight every time. There was the promise of playing their newly acquired video games, which was an easy 5 out of 10 for that initial promise.

Then came the fact that she was sitting on a thrashing girl’s face. Her wide butt was flat on her face, leaving her nose to rub and grind beneath her crotch. It was a practical way of pinning her while keeping her hands free for the fight, but the arousal mixed with her blowout of a fight was a primal and thrilling cocktail of impulses. She had to catch two attackers in headlocks when they tried to tackle into her, mashing them against her breasts. They weren’t strong enough to break free from the powerful enforcer, so they only added to her stimulation.

When she thumped them together and begrudgingly discarded them, that was when the struggling girl’s unwilling nuzzling reached its peak. The confusing arousal coursed through her, overloading her senses and distracting her calculations. She quickly picked them back up later, but the welcome interruption as she orgasmed over the girl’s face in the heat of battle was too much to ignore. Azuka passed by to quickly confirm her data and agreeing with her evaluation; orgasm via combat was a shockingly penetrating sensation. She dared think that the combined inputs plus the acknowledgement of her friend as a shared but naughty sensation was daring her to exceed logic and evaluate the moment as an 11 out of 10, or even exceeding 110% enjoyment. Perhaps inventing a new scale of measurement for the things she could experience with the Nightmare Girls as she reevaluated…

---

“So the time you came in the middle of the big fight?” Kumatake interrupted.

Chiyo nodded.

“Yea, I got a little lost with all the numbers myself,” Azuka agreed. “But still! That was a hell of a rumble. I hope they get a dumb idea like that again sometime… was great kickin’ ass side by side with ya, Chiyo.”

<Were you seriously crunching numbers while you fought all those psychos?> Ichiru signed at her. <You chicks are nuts.>

“Oh yea. I forgot you do things quiet and easy over at The Ghosters,” Setsuna chuckled. “We do things wild and loose over here.”

<I wouldn’t say easy. We got into some strange situations too. We live in the same town and had our share of run-ins with targets and other gangs. I didn’t get good at whipping shit with a chain for fun, y’know.>

“So what’s some of the weird shit you got into.”

<Hoo boy. Get your translator apps ready and pay attention, cuz I’m gonna get a hand cramp from telling this one…>

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Ichiru was perched at one of her roosts, tasked with stalking the shadows of the ramen stand while her sisters in arms went for supplies and cigarettes at yon market. The day was suitably cloudy for murky souls as they, so they found the weather ideal for their lurkings and dark doings. The looming pale shadow of a woman watching the lesser mortals coming and going, unaware of their inevitable fate to be ghosts and shadows such as she.

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“Is this a haiku?” Azuka asked, scratching her head. “I feel like this sounds like a haiku.”

“Do haikus have a hundred syllables?” Setsuna snorted.

“I dunno. Do they?”

“…I was asking for a reason,” Setsuna grumbled.

<It’s not a haiku. I’m being vivid and descriptive to emphasize the tone to the readers slash listeners. Like Poe, or Lovecraft.>

“You mean the bird dude and the racist tentacle guy?” Kumatake asked.

Ichiru rolled her eyes.

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But as she oversaw the doings of the unknowing, the owl-eyed watcher witnessed a sight of many mortal pleasures. Local Spartans, athletes of the realm that competed for the delight of their gods and themselves had returned from the courts of hoop and basket. Still warm and glistening with sweat, their muscles bulged from fresh exertion. Three masculine figures sat side by side with a single female, a specimen tanned and rippling with might that betrayed her norms of gender.

Broken from the shackles of expectations, her body thrived among the male counterparts of her species. Her skin bronzed from baking in the sun. Her hair bold, dark and short to allow her to move unimpeded by its length. Her loose top permitted air to grace her figure while letting her ample bosom sway within the confines of her underarmor. She shoved and jockeyed with the rest of her competitors, her weathered skinned decorated by scrapes, scars and freckles.

To be such a figure. Perchance to dream of being a big-titty tomboy gf that would confidently speak to others and mingle with the sweaty muscled bachelors of the land. To be so comfortable and casual that one could enter the shower and be a part of their physical affection and more secluded competitions. This bronze idol was a walking dream that brought pleasures untold to the secluded owl in the dark. Such fantasies took root as the body met itself, hands wandering and piercing the veil that was the skirt. Ichiru’s mind dreamt unfettered as her wide eyes watched, silently fantasizing and pleasing herself for lack of self-control nor another to provide such attention.

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“Wait, is she talking about…” Ayami started.

“Yea,” Azuka nodded confidently as a broad smile drew over Ichiru’s face.

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Enviable perfection was desired, whether to be her or be with her. To know and feel what she had been through. What trials had been required to cause such a pearl through the strife of a lacking sense of belonging that Ichiru shared on such a different level. A dark tower seeking and drawing in the wild maiden among warriors. The tempting and forbidden love was too much for Ichiru to bear as she exposed herself to her own delightful caress. Dark lips parted while warm, pale ones dampened below. For all her looming height, the dark obelisk of a woman shuddered in total silence and shadow, cumming and going unnoticed by the pack of wild and untamable treasures.

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“I’m no literature expert,” Chihiro declared. “But yes, I think she was masturbating in public.”

<Alleys don’t count as public. Or at least it’s not ENF stuff,> Ichiru pointed out.

“Wha-” Setsuna started.

“Embarrassed nude female,” Azuka answered quickly. Ichiru snapped her fingers and pointed at her. “Part of the humiliation and exhibitionism fetish. But I think we’re talking more about boy-love and muscle kinks here.”

<Azu! We have SO much to talk about,> Ichiru signed out quickly.

“Yea, well my phone’s on low battery just from reading all that,” Setsuna scoffed. “So I think I get your point. Glad we could help you overcome all that.”

“I thought it was cute!” Ayami chimed. “You had yourself a little girl crush. You need us to help you confess to her too?”

<Noooo no no no. Maybe. No. Not yet,> she corrected. <We’ll see.>

“Glad that’s… settled?” Chihiro said, looking puzzled. “But what about you, Kuma-sempai?”

“Yea, you were at this the longest,” Azuka agreed. “And you’re the strongest chick in the world! What was your craziest story? It must be freakin’ epic!”

Kumatake grunted and shrugged. She’d been content to listen to everyone else for all this time.

“Well… look. You girls know where I’m at. Shit’s boring and then I get to punch stuff. Ma and dad raised me tough cuz life’s tough and the world’s tough. I didn’t take shit from anybody and kept to myself. Then these morons started to actually talk to me and liked that I could beat stuff up.”

“Ah! She’s talkin’ about us,” Setsuna noted proudly at the morons comment.

“I dunno what fight it was. Somewhere in middle school, probably, when kids were startin’ to get into cliques and gangs. But I remember the moment really well. It was basically our first rumble, and it was like… some gray blob of a girl. Maybe a boy. I dunno. She or he was tryin’ to hit me and I just sent ‘em flyin’. I was ready to go get the other ones but I just sorta heard you two goin’ nuts around me, yellin’ and punchin’ and kickin’ everybody like a bunch of lunatics.”

Kumatake smiled warmly and leaned her head back against the wall. “I dunno. I just couldn’t keep from smilin’ all day long. Knowin’ I’ve got people that not only got my back but I love ‘em enough to trust them in a rumble. People close enough to me that I can see a chick come at me with a knife and just be like… ‘Yea, Azu’s got this’ or ‘Don’t bother. Chiyo’s already on the way to trample ‘em. There’s just all those gray blobs of people I forget about, then there’s you shiny, beautiful little blobs of color lighin’ up my life. I don’t say it enough, but… you chicks are my crew. Forever. Nothin’ changes that, no matter how old and boring I get.”

“BOSSSSS~!” Azuka bawled, tears streaming down her face and under her mask. “That’s so fuckin’ cool!”

“We knew she felt that way, dumbass,” Setsuna smirked, nudging her shorter partner. “Don’t act like it’s new.”

“But it still gets me in the feels~!” Azuka sniffed. “It’s so manly and deep and cool! That’s our boss all the way!”

Chiyo bowed as low as she could go between her boobs and belly getting in the way. Ichiru just gave Kumatake a thumbs up and a big grin. Ayami snuggled up to her girlfriend’s arm and sighed comfortably.

The gang sat in a moment of quiet until they realized the rain was still tapping away at their shack.

<Not letting up, is it?> Ichiru asked, technically not breaking the silence.

“Yea, still wet out there,” Ayami sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

Setsuna smiled. “I’m still down for making Azuka beat up the rain clouds. She can do another Kamehameha and fix it real fast.”

“Eh, don’t bother. Grab your stuff,” Kumatake ordered. She stood up and unplugged her video game before stuffing her things into her bag.

“Why, boss? You got a plan?” Setsuna asked.

“Basically. We’re gonna run for it.”

“What?! But my hair!”

Ichiru suddenly tossed her black coat over Azuka’s head. Setsuna was taller than the purple-haired punk, but the def goth was even taller than that. It had plenty of space to cover her head.

“Good move,” Kuma nodded. “You won’t get sick that way. Rest of us can hoof it and whoever screams the most on the way buys everyone tea for the next meeting.”

“Seriously? Just outrun the rain?” Setsuna asked. She gave Chihiro and Ichiru glances as the more level-headed of the group, but they were already packing up as well.

“Why not? I’ve done a lot of crazy shit with you knuckleheads,” Kumatake smirked. “I don’t plan to stop doin’ ‘em now. Let’s roll, Nightmares!”