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So a bit of setup to this one! It's Monster Prom, but what if it's all bad endings where you lose at boxing to genderswapped female (into male) characters.

Monster Prom's good shit. Took me a bit to get the hang of the gameplay but it's funny enough that it didn't bother me. I've tinkered with a few things in the same spirit or even setting as the game, but this' my first semi-real venture into finishing something for it.

You know that Monster Prom is fast approaching, and you have limited time to land yourself a date with one of the hottest boys in Spooky High. You know you’ll have to do something drastic to get their attention so quickly.

You muster up your courage and approach Paulie Geist in the hall. It’s no surprise that the biggest, deadest partier in school is already downing whole bottles of hard liquor in the middle of the hall. Rebellious, fun, and sexy. That’s Paulie all over. The buff ghost is pale blue all over beside his eyes, with some of his ectoplasm sculpted into scruffy hair and a bit of stubble. His surfer bod remains prominent no matter what he wears (which is usually little).

You stare longingly long enough for Paulie to finish his third bottle and catch you.

“Hey, boo. What’s shakin’?” he asks with a flash of a smile.

Quick! Think fast!

1. Offer to go to a party
2. Drool at his muscles and if he likes boxing!

B: Not so Bold. :/

“Dude! You like to box too?! It’s sooo fun! I haven’t gotten a good round in since I boxed the ghost of Teddy Kreuger-Roosevelt!”

Paul seems really excited. You nod along with it anyway, deciding this is your best bet in finding some common ground.

“Well lucky you! A mischievous bunch of imps with incomprehensible motives built a boxing ring out behind the school. Sounds like a perfect place for a little punch party.”

Paulie waggles his eyebrows suggestively. Maybe this burst of panic worked out after all! As he disappears into intangibility, you hurry off to get changed for this “match.”

You arrive to find Paulie looking hotter than usual. His buff blue body is stripped down to some trunks, boots and gloves. He wears nothing bigger than a necklace over his beefy chest. There’s even more for you to admire as you enter the ring and he thumps his gloves together.

“Let’s do this!” the perky ghostboy chimed as he strutted forward.

It was about that time you remembered you had no idea how to box. You can barely decide what punch to throw before Paulie’s right in your face with his fist right in your gut. You double over from the shockingly solid hit, but with him standing so close to you you’ve got nowhere to go but face-first into Paulie’s pecs. A pleasant place to visit under better conditions.

“Gotta work out those abs, my dude!” Paulie teased, laughing despite your breathless state.

It certainly doesn’t keep him from pounding your body into mush. You have to slump against Paulie just to keep standing, which makes your midsection an easy target. His gloves warm up against your chest as he smacks into your sides, knocking you around while you lay in his muscular cleavage. You can only grunt and groan as the closest thing you have to defending yourself. You’d say that Paulie wasn’t even working up a sweat (or question if he even could sweat) if not for your gawking mouth catching some of that salty taste.

You lean on Paulie until your weakened body is draped over him. Your vision’s filled with the haunted hunky body until you suddenly feel heavier than ever. You stumble and try to grab onto him again, but he’s actually vanished. You don’t have to wonder where he went for long as his head pokes up from between your feet, phasing through the mats.

“Peekaboo!”

Paulie flies up from the mats, rocketing straight up into an uppercut to your chin. You pop upright for a moment before your legs turn completely to jelly. You drop to your knees while Paulie decides to stand on the ground again. Your face bounced off his firm pecs and slide down his hard abs before landing at a steady balancing point with your face limply resting in his crotch.

“Nice,” Paulie says with a grin.

“Too bad you couldn’t last longer. I need a sparring partner who can last alllll night.”

He rubs a gloved hand on your head with mocking pity, giving you one last grind against the bulge in his trunks before you black out.

>KO ENDING

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You know that Monster Prom is fast approaching, and you have limited time to land yourself a date with one of the hottest boys in Spooky High. You know you’ll have to do something drastic to get their attention so quickly.

You’ve set your sights on Vernan. The self-made gorgon is as cold-blooded as his serpentine hair, but he’s just as hot. He’s always sharply dressed to match his variously green skin and hair like he’s ready to take over the world through finance or violence. You hope to be by his side whichever way he goes about it.

“You there!”

You’re surprised when Vernan notices you before you can even try a pathetic pickup line. Maybe you’re more charismatic than you think.

“Right on time. One of my indentured assistants is running six minutes late for my cardio training, and I’m not about to fuck my schedule over any worse than it already has been. You don’t happen to be a personal trainer, do you?”

“Uh… no.”

“Figures. You’ve worked out before, right?”

You nod. You did see that movie about running once…

“Perfect.  So what’s my routine for today? I want to feel the burn so it’s even more satisfying crushing my would-be social rivals.”

1. What about the mall? Carrying bags is exercise, right?
2. I could be your punching bag

B: Not so Bold. :/

“That’s true. You do have a punchable face and just the right amount of give for a satisfying impact without hurting the knuckles. You’d make for a perfect training dummy.”

Did you hear that? Vernan said you were perfect! You’ll take what you can get.

Vernan takes you to the gym where there’s a boxing ring and gear waiting for you. It’s not part of the school, but they’ve been too appreciative to stop Vera from having it built out of pocket. Even the gorgon’s sleek black boxing gloves look stylish and expensive, and being shirtless doesn’t make him any less hotly intimidating.

“Let’s go already. I’ve got an appointment with my accountant this afternoon and I want to be warmed up to beat her ass too.”

You take a few swings at Vernan as he approaches. His buff arms and slick gloves swat your punches aside before he clobbers you right in the face. Your stunned brain assures you that at least your lips are touching SOME part of the gorgon guy as you’re left knocked silly. The successful serpentine slugger starts smacking you around with punctual, precise punches that are pushing you around as much as they are holding you up, juggling you between his gloves like a cat playing with its food.

“Alright, you lazy things. At least pretend to get a workout if I’m going to keep hand-feeding you.”

You almost think she’s talking to you before she grabs you by the neck and holds you back against the ringpost. His snake hair raises and tense before lashing out. Rather than biting anything, they just use their blunt heads to pummel your face and chest. With twice as many limbs to fight with than you do, you can hear a rapid drumbeat of a beatdown ringing in your ears.

You’re left seeing stars when you flop over to all fours. You can barely hold yourself up, so it’s a shock when Vernan sits down on your back. He classily crosses his legs as he uses you as a living bench, which takes every last bit of your strength to stay shaking in place.

“Hold that pose. It’s tough enough touching up my makeup with these gloves on. I don’t need your shaking and your sprinkler of spit all over them making it worse,” he scolds like it’s your fault.

You hold your breath, forcing yourself to stay as steady as you can. You’re not sure where he was hiding that compact mirror and eyeliner, but damn if he doesn’t look good in it. You forced your beaten and bruised up body to endure, stuck in place (even without his petrifying gaze)  until Vernan finishes.

“There. Perfect.”

With a finalizing thrust of his hips, Vernan drops his butt on your back, mashing you into the mats. You land with a miserable grunt as he finishes you off with ease and grace. The gorgeous gorgon gets up and wipes his boots off on your back as he leaves the ring.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell the janitors that someone left a mess of a monster in the ring,” he gloats back at you.

>KO ENDING

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You know that Monster Prom is fast approaching, and you have limited time to land yourself a date with one of the hottest boys in Spooky High. You know you’ll have to do something drastic to get their attention so quickly.

You decide to aim big and go for the only mer-prince you know at school. It’s weird that you know so many members of royalty at the school at all, but who cares? More chances to marry into money. And few are so rich and spoiled as Marquis, the bright pink and muscular merman. For someone with a crown atop their neatly groomed head and a few fins better suited for working underwater, he’s graceful, charming, and pampered to a point of being dumb as a box of inbred rox. But you don’t need brains to be rich and sexy, so you go up to him after class, suggesting you two should hang out.

“I would, but I haven’t the time!” the haught prince insists genuinely.

“I have to report back to my father about the ways of the land dwellers and I’ve barely begun to understand your strange customs. Why, I haven’t seen a single formal execution since I’ve come up here!”

That’s… one of many reasons you live on dry land.

“Perhaps you had some idea of how to best experience surface culture?”

Now’s your chance! Think of something that they’d never do underwater!

1. Have you ever drank a glass of water and not breathed it?
2. Boxing! No way people with fins have fancy footwork.

B: Not so Bold. :/

“Box… sing? What a peculiar name for a play. Is it one of the ones that attempt to drive the king mad with guilt? Because those are quite punishable by…”

You give him a quick rundown on the actual idea: wearing big funny gloves and shorts and hitting each other for sport.

“Ah! So it is a kind of gladiatorial contest without the killings? How novel! I would love to try this with you! I shall have my dressing serfs attire me accordingly and meet you at sundown!”

Score! You even luck out! Those fucked up pixies still left that ring out behind the school. You throw on your gloves and shorts you keep around for just such an emergency and meet the steamy, shirtless sea-stud at opposite corners of the ring.

“So is this how you land box?” Marquis asks as he smashes you off your feet with a mighty uppercut.

That swimmer’s bod isn’t just for show! It turns out he’s also a natural at this as he puts you down with a single strike.

“I see! Such fun!” he chimed, clapping his boxing gloves together daintily.

He grabs you by the hair and drags you back up to your knees, winding up for another swing of his beefy arm.

“So why end it so quickly? I have much to learn, obviously!”

Obviously not! She slams you hard enough that you’re splashing spit and sweat all over the ring. He even hums a little song to himself while he does it without even having to breathe heavily. Damn those amphibious lungs that only make him stronger and hotter.

You go down again and you hear a ringing in your ears. It takes you a second to realize that it’s actually a bunch of other students that gathered to watch Marquis’ spectacular beatdown on you. He turns to wave his gloved hands to them, happy to be back in the spotlight that he grew up in. Sort of thanks to you, you guess…

You drag yourself up by the ropes, but even that takes all your remaining strength. You get to watch Marqus’ sweet ass and back muscles work as your head spins…

And Marquis finishes you off with a swift backhanded punch without even looking. You pass out and spend the next few days too unconscious to make it to prom.

>KO ENDING

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You know that Monster Prom is fast approaching, and you have limited time to land yourself a date with one of the hottest boys in Spooky High. You know you’ll have to do something drastic to get their attention so quickly.

There’s always Zeke! They’re an oddball, being both an otaku, a fanfiction author, and an eldritch abomination unbound by time and space, but they’re still hot and buff like all of your other crushes. He’s a mishmash of purple, buffness, and a couple more tentacles and eyes than most other students have. But still, that bod…

You find Zeke doing one of his favorite pastimes (literally consuming someone’s sanity by babbling about fanfiction). It’s dangerous territory but you bravely pipe up about the fic you hastily wrote during last period to try and impress him. His many eyes roll over to face you, or at least all the ones you can see.

“Really?! You’re into AU fandom shipping too?! I’ve existed in so many alternate universes that it’s only natural that people embrace that kind of stuff! What did you write about?”

1. Zoro from One Piece and Zoro from the old people movie. I have a thing for people with Z names.
2. Little Mac slash Tifa. I call it Punchdrunk Love.

B: Not so Bold. :/

Zeke looks delighted by the news.

“OMG! That’s awesome! Everyone looks sexier with boxing gloves on, right? It’s like, what’re they hiding under there? And how they gonna smooch when they’re dressed for fighting?”

You like where this is going.

“Hey, what I always find helps is acting out your scenes. Learn from experience and all that. You wanna go meet up at the afterschool fight club for some one slash one time?”

It sounds perfect! You agree on the spot and head to the tool shed after classes are over. You fiddle with the right tools and step into the underground gym and arena. The school-run gym and arena is nice and all, but the students wanted to feel more independent about their bloodshed. Zeke waiting in the ring, leaning over the ropes and grinning. He’s dressed in just some tight orange trunks and boxing gloves, showing off his broadly muscled body. He grins as his tentacle hair writhes with excitement.

“Hey, dude. Ready to let loose all that creative energy?”

You weren’t expecting an actual fight with him! And looking at that hot, nearly naked beef inspires all kinds of dread and arousal in you. You meekly point out that you didn’t bring your gloves.

“Oh, no sweat. I can rearrange your reality into a timeline where you’re already in them. We’re already in a genderswap universe AND a fanfic anyway.”

You can’t even begin to dissect that claim before you find yourself suddenly inside the ring with him. You’re dressed in your own set of boxing gear, which you suddenly remember you had with you the whole time and were actually wearing it all day. Zeke smiles wider as he steps up close to you, bumping his buff chest up against yours and making you blush.

“Niiiice. Now we’re feelin’ like a fight fic. Ding ding~!”

You immediately get clocked by a powerful punch to the face, reeling back and trying to get your flustered mind under control. You throw some quick punched to try and fight back, but they thump harmlessly against Zeke’s eldritch muscle. He even smiles and puffs up his chest, letting your limp-wristed blows bounce right off.

“That’s a good one! Building up tension with some false hope kinda stuff. Then right back to the alpha behavior good stuff!”

Zeke belts you with a few more punches, digging his gloves deep into your guts or streaking them across your face. You leave a trail of sweat behind you as you realize that the purple pugilist doesn’t need to drink your sanity to leave you feeling drained and dazed. You’re knocked silly and slouching over, struggling to stand let alone fight back. Zeke takes your face between his glove and thumb to hold your chin, facing you up towards him. Even with your head spinning and muscles aching, he looks dreamy as you see double of him.

“Now to put this into the 18+ section,” he grinned before ducking down.

He swings a low blow into your crotch, the thick glove rattling your junk hard. It sends all sorts of maddening pain and pleasure through you, enough that you’ll have to change your trunks. At least you will once you regain consciousness. You just fall to the floor and start blacking out from the sexiest beating you’ve ever had.

“Too bad. It was fun, but I was hoping for a fight-switch rather than a bottom. Maybe in the next universe,” Zeke chimed happily right before you pass out from orgasmic pain.

>KO ENDING