Goth vs Bully Payback (Patreon)

Been itching to actually post something since I've been properly back instead of a lot of teases over last month. Which is a lot of just productivity hangups, really, looking back at my pace for being "off" for the month. So I felt like doing something quick, familiar and easy throughout today. So here's a bully who messes with a goth girl and calls her out for a public wrestling match before realizing she's way outclassed.

Had some mild Ashley the Anti-Bully energy from that old string of comms. I also very briefly considered making Theresa a goth boy instead, but decided against complicating it that much.

Christie had been bullying Theresa throughout her senior year at high school. The cocky, high-status blond girl seemed committed to taking the quiet goth girl down a peg even further than she already was. She’d knock her books out of her hands, pull chairs out from under her, flick paper balls at her in class… the classics, as Christie liked to call them. It was nearing graduation when the blonde bully decided to pull one last, extra huge trick on her. She made and passed out fliers for a big wrestling match after school. The teachers were kept unaware as they used the wrestling mats in the gym, propping up some portable ring ropes just for style and to emphasize that Theresa had nowhere to run to. Either she’d finally beat up and humiliate the gothy little loser or she’d chicken out and she’d have something to make fun of her over for the last month of school.

There was a crowd of students that showed up, all abuzz about the over the top move. Some insisted that they were there under protest for the cruel move, or to interfere if Christie went too far. The sleek blonde mean girl was just glad to have as big an audience as she’d hope for. She was built exactly like the cheerleader she was; a long golden ponytail tied back down to her toned, round ass. She wore her cheerleading uniform of orange and red, modifying one of her spares to be extra sexy and revealing. She’d added a thong underneath the short skirt to show off even more. A fine touch of makeup had her feeling like a real wrestler.

Theresa showed up, very much her opposite. She had curly black hair, barely even brushed and down to her shoulders. She was light skinned and had some bags under her eyes that were mildly covered up by some dark eyeliner and black lipstick. She wore a dingy, old black hoodie and sweatpants like always, even to the fight. Christie had always assumed it was to hide her flabby body or total lack of tits. Theresa clearly looked uncomfortable with the crowd as she entered the ring, like she regretted showing up.

“I can’t believe you came! You must really get off on me pushing you around! You gonna cum when I bully your ass hard enough all over my ring!?”

Christie went after her immediately. Theresa blushed across her pale cheeks at the dirty threats. Christie sneered confidently as she strode up to the awkward emo.

“Uh… no. I’m gonna beat… um…”

Theresa wasn’t great at public speaking. It didn’t matter much since the blonde cut her off, sucker punching her in the stomach. The goth girl huffed loudly and doubled over, grabbing her stomach. Christie laughed mockingly and turned away, throwing her hands up at the booing teens around her. She clearly had this in the bag.

“Don’t worry! I’ll make it last, losers!” she cackled before she noticed something strange.

Her hand ached a little. The knuckles that had smacked into Theresa’s stomach had a tingle to them that she had to flex out of her fingers. She gave them a confused look just before Theresa pulled back on her hair. She screamed in shock and pain as another hand went to her lower back. Christie found herself lifted completely over Theresa’s head to the surprise of everyone in the gymnasium. Christie thrashed helplessly in midair before the goth hurled her across the ring like a discarded pillow. The bitchy blonde landed flat on her face, completely stunned.

Theresa sighed, even as she felt a surge of relief and pride. She pulled off her hoodie, followed by her sweat pants to reveal the gym shorts and sports bra she had underneath. She was mostly flat chested but it was otherwise far from Christie’s predictions. She was absolutely ripped, with thick but toned muscles all over her limbs and body. Her dad was a fitness nut and her mom was a worrier who had insisted that Theresa enroll in some self defense courses from an early age. All the exercise left her a little drained and with little time to worry about her looks or fashion. Her martial arts teachers always pressed that she shouldn’t escalate a situation, and she took that to heart. An outright challenge to a wrestling match was the perfect invitation to let loose all her frustrations with the pesky, popular gnat of a girl.

“Ugh… what the fuck?” Christie mumbled from the nearby mats.

She rubbed the back of her aching scalp and sluggishly started to boost herself back up. Theresa grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up to her feet before she could herself. The blonde shrieked as the musclebound goth held her arms behind her back. She twisted them up and behind her, making her scream at the painful hold while the audience of students cheered it on. Whoever’s side they were on, Christie’s bent over position made her big breasts bounce around in her extra slutty top, especially with her choosing to refuse a bra.

“Oh sorry. Were you hoping I wasn’t going to fight back?” Theresa teased in her ear.

Christie grimaced and struggled to escape her opponent’s iron grip. Theresa just pulled and swung her by her arms, whirling her in a wide loop before letting go. It flung the cheerleader into one of the corners where half the crowd got to see her crash tits first into the firm padding. Her pretty face warped onto a gawking shout, slumping into the corner as she rubbed her tits. She turned to lay back against them with her arms over the ropes, just to freeze as she got her first good look at the muscular goth.

“Holy shit… what happened to you, fatass?”

“Fatass? You made a LOT of assumptions. But I guess that’s what got you into this mess.”

Christie coughed and tried to stand without the ropes but the goth was right on top of her. She grabbed the blonde’s ponytail like a handle and drove a deep knee into her stomach. She heaved out a huge, spittle flecked breath as she tried to double over but her arms were still hanging from the ropes. Theresa even stopped to loop the limbs tighter around them before taking a half step back. She raised her beefy arms and started shooting straight punches into Christie’s exposed, skinny tummy. The rewarding smacks of her hard blows on the tight belly cracked through the gym for a mix of cheers and sympathy pained moans. Christie couldn’t do anything but gasp and grunt from the painful payback.

“You… uck! Fuck! Lemme go! Unf! You’re supposed to… lose…” she gasped out drunkenly.

“Yea? Well why don’t you make me?” Theresa challenged.

Christie tried to lunge at her, finally dislodging herself from the ropes. She grabbed Theresa around the shoulders and took a handful of hair, trying to drag her down to buy some time. She hadn’t considered how effectively immovable the goth’s strong legs and solid core made her, which turned her attack into more of an overly friendly hug.

“Oh, you really want to hug it out now? After all this shit? Ok. Let’s hug.”

Theresa lashed her muscular arms around the cheerleader’s middle and flexed them into a tight bearhug. She lifted Christie completely off her feet while squeezing fresh screams out of her. The blonde felt her ribs and vertebrae rearrange to withstand the crushing pressure and her hands immediately released her own attempt to grapple her so they could push at the solid goth, trying to make the brutalizing force any less painful.

“OHHH FUCK! OH GOD! LET ME GOOO!” Christie immediately started pleading.

Her confidence towards the match had rapidly dropped to worrying how she was going to get out of this in one piece. She flailed in some blind shoves and kicks but they all seemed to bounce off the dark and muscular girl. The vice grip of her powerful forearms and biceps just kept squeezing tighter until Christie’s sexy rack was bulging up and into the firm pecs of the goth girl, her nipples starting to poke out from her skimpy top.

“Ask me nicely and I might put you down,” Theresa purred.

On the other hand, her confidence had skyrocketed. Promises not to raise the stakes and to put up with Christie’s petty and harmless bullshit went out the window when she had publicly challenged her to meet up in the ring. She was actually smiling, if one of her usual weary, dark-lipped smiles.

“FINE! Let me go PLEAAAASE!” Christie whined out.

“You got it!”

Theresa dropped to one knee, spiking Christie down on top of it. She landed with a loud, audible thud crotch-first, bouncing off it as the goth let her go. The blonde let out a guttural howl and fell right to the mats, curling up in a fetal position. Her hands went right under her skirt, clutching her pussy with her mouth and eyes wide open from the cunt buster. Theresa smirked proudly down at her handiwork as Christie feebly reached for the ropes but couldn’t even bring herself to crawl without making her guts or pussy throb with pain. She could barely twitch as Theresa took her time stepping over her.

“You know, I gotta thank you for all this. I’ve been dying to try this one out on somebody,” the goth called over her shoulder.

She sat down firmly on top of her facing Christie’s feet. Her toned ass pushed down with enough dense muscle that Christie gagged.

“Get off me, fatass!” she choked out, clawing at the mats to try and drag herself free.

“It was always funny when you called me that,” Theresa laughed.

More than a few of the students had to notice the usually covered up goth looked way hotter when she was pinning the queen bee under her ass and the way her muscular thighs were spread out straddling in her workout gear. Theresa grabbed her legs and tucked them under her armpits, pulling them up and back until Christie was bent into a C-shape. The cheerleader screeched as her spine was rearranged by the boston crab, beating her fists on the mats in blinding agony. Her usual victim was toying with her while still making her suffer, though Theresa was happy to see that the move she’d copied off tv was so effective. The audience was happy to see that the move made her skirt flop up around her hips, exposing her thong.

“Dude, did you seriously wear a thong to this thing? Did you dress up just to look better when you lose?” Theresa laughed.

She pulled on the tight pink underwear, stretching them out and snapping them back into place. It stung her already aching ass and pussy, getting another pathetic whine from the blonde.

“Quit it! Stop! I GIVE UP, YOU CRAZY ROIDED UP BITCH!!” Christie pleaded madly.

“Oh great! But come to think of it… I think your flier said it was a no submissions match. Winner decides to accept it or not, right?” Theresa pondered out loud.

Christie immediately cursed herself for her arrogance. She had set that up specifically so she could draw out the match and punish Theresa however and as long as she wanted. With the tables turned, Theresa was free to play out her revenge wrestling fantasy all evening if she’d wanted.

“Oh shit, right! There was another hold I wanted to play with, so hang tight. It’ll just take a sec while you’re already kissing the mats.”

Theresa dropped her legs, letting them flop back to the mat with a limp splat. The buff brunette sat up just enough to turn around and settle facing her head this time, wrapping her hands under Christie’s chin. She didn’t bother watching dumb jock shit like wrestling, but even she had to know this was bad news in the making.

Theresa yanked up on the camel clutch, bending her neck and back up again. Christie grit her teeth and squealed out in more pathetic pain as her spine cracked to meet whatever shape the ripped emo wanted. The hold stretched and lifted her front half, which meant that her tits hung and bounced freely beneath her chest. The crowd of classmates were left with a perfect view of the suffering and jiggling bully to ogle and cheer for. Christie could only pull at Theresa’s muscularly flexing forearms, and that didn’t even budge her.

“Man, they are WAY into you,” Theresa praised the suffering blonde.  “I think they like you way more as a loser than they do as the untouchable bitch that makes fun of everyone. How about we give you a little popularity boost?”

The gothic tomboy grabbed and pulled up Christie’s top, exposing her big bouncing tits to the crowd. The flash was immediately met with a burst of cheers from the rowdy crowd. Theresa wasn’t used to people encouraging her outside her athletic parents, so she was happy to pull on Christie’s neck and chin to shake her tits around. The busty blonde just groaned as she was manhandled, and let out a comical shriek when Theresa reached around to slap her across her tits. They bounced right into each other, smacking repeatedly against each other as they flopped back and forth.

“Quit it! Come on! I’ll stop fucking with you if you just let me go~!” Christie whined miserably.

“Not yet. If people like seeing you get taken down a peg, they’ll love this part.”

The dark tomboy shifted her weight to hold Christie in the hold with one hand. The other reached back to the blonde’s skirt, which had ridden up around her hips already. She yanked down the exposed thong, exposing her bare ass and even her pussy between the blonde’s long legs. She gasped as she felt the breeze over her privates and tried kicking around wildly.

“No! Wait! Come on you, can’t do this to me, you fucking freak! I’m better than you! I’m supposed to be the OHHHHH~!”

Theresa rammed two fingers roughly up her pussy. The crowd could see the look of mixed shock and arousal as the bully was overpowered by her usual victim. The goth’s fingers were as strong and capable as the rest of her, quickly catching and manipulating Christie’s clit. The reckless fingering was overwhelming, but she couldn't do much to stop her. She was stuck in the hold, and it was too difficult to cross her legs now that Theresa was already inside her. She just gasped and panted, the lust becoming the only good thing she was feeling and starting to overpower the rest of her. Christie’s eyes rolled back in her head as she started to drool, their audience going buck wild over her violation in the ring. Even when Theresa paused to spank her bubbly ass with a cum-slick hand, Christie just moaned as her body trembled with overwhelmed pleasure. The fingers kept pumping into her, using her clit like a tiny punching bag for her fingertips. The punishing arousal became too much to bear and Christie broke into a violent shuddering fit. Her hips humped the mat and the tomboy’s fingers, thrusting back and forth enough that her ass stuck into the air and the other seniors could see her squirting at Theresa’s mercy.

The mindblowing orgasm sapped the last of any fight Christie had left in her aching body. She ragdolled in Theresa’s grasp, drooling over herself until it trickled over her cleavage. The tomboy let go of her chin and watched her flop motionless to the mats, her bare tits squashed beneath her chest. With a proud smirk she slid off her opponent and pulled on Christie’s hair, yanking her head into her lap.

“Looks like you’re pretty tuckered out. I bet you had a big day of bullying people who don’t deserve it that wore you out, so let’s put you down for your nap,” Theresa assured her mockingly.

Christie just moaned and mumbled, trying to form some clever threat or plea but unable to speak past the post-orgasmic daze. Theresa had no trouble wrapping her pale legs around her neck, cradling her between the thick and defined thigh muscles. They flexed tightly and lifted off the mats, choking Christie in the tight head scissor. The cheerleader gasped once but that was all the air she could get in before her face started going red. She slapped weakly at the bulging leg muscles, but they grew softer and softer until it looked like she was affectionately caressing them. Theresa just boosted her lower half off the mats by her palms, putting more pressure on the beaten up bully. She wheezed a few miserable breaths, her legs splayed out limply. She sat with her tits and cummy pussy out in full view before her eyes rolled once again, falling completely unconscious as the lack of air and physical/sexual exhaustion caught up with her. The blonde’s head slumped listlessly against Theresa’s thighs and drooling over them like most of the audience wished they could be.

The bunch of classmates burst into cheers for the unexpected underdog. People pulled up apps to blast airhorns and ring bells to chime out from their phones. Theresa gave an awkward laugh as her excitement caught up to the fact that so many people were looking at her. She kind of missed her hoodie, so she did her best to blend in by waving back at her sudden fans. She gave a modest flex, but a little went a long way with her bulk. The other students reacted with such heated cheers that she blushed and hurried up to her feet, leaving the KOed bully in the middle of her makeshift ring and grabbing her hoodie to duck back into the locker rooms.

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To no one’s surprise, Christie kept quiet for the rest of the school year. She kept her head down and people were too eager for her liking to talk to her about the match. Everyone else figured it was about time someone shut her up for a while.

Theresa went back to her covered up goth look, but she was way more approachable and popular, which was honestly a lot more bother than she would have liked either. She had meant to make a spectacle out of Christie, but she hadn’t meant to become such a local celebrity in the process. Guys came to congratulate her and girls were concerningly flirty with her after seeing what she could do to another girl with her muscles and fingers. She figured it was worth the triumph and the relief of having Christie permanently off her back.

The new nickname of “skull crusher goth muscle mommy” was a bit of a mouthful, though.