Blood dripped from multiple ssh wounds in Bridgette's abdomen, spshing on the asphalt at her feet. She wobbled, unsteady, having taken multiple hits from the angry troll. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blood from her eyes, as her chest heaved with exertion. What had once been a bikini made of a sticky pink cum was basically gone at this point under the troll's attacks, leaving her breasts bare. Bridgette squared her shoulders, determined to keep attacking until her st breath.

  A healing glow surrounded Bridgette, as Alice cast yet another spell to try to keep her lover in the fight. Bridgette shuddered as the erotic energy coursed through her body, but knew it wasn't healing her fully. She had taken too much damage for a single spell to be able to bring her back to full.

  It wasn't going to be enough. This wasn't how she wanted to go out, fighting a troll to defend some shithead football jocks who hated her, but she was not going to lose. She attacked once, then again, sshing at the troll in great blows. Colin's fire sparks flew in, lighting parts of the troll on fire and preventing it from healing. Then the troll attacked her again, swinging its cws furiously.

  She felt the blows, one ripping into her left arm yet again. The second nearly tore her breast off as she screamed in pain and rage. The troll leaned forward again, biting at her shoulder. She felt the blow connect ... and fell to the ground, as pain dragged her into unconsciousness.

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  Alice screamed in rage, spewing insults at the three jocks ineffectively stabbing at the troll. "You fucking useless dimwits! She's doing five times as much work as you manly-men. Get in the game and do more damage!" She channeled a healing spell, trying to get Bridgette back in the fight. Bridgette's limp body glowed pink as it y in the street, coated in blood and other fluids.

  Alice saw her lover gasp back to consciousness as the troll spun and cleaved a giant cw through another of the football pyers, severing his upper half from his lower. The boy fell to the ground, intestines spilling across the street. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Becky stumble to her feet, taking a halting step toward the middle of the road. Becky somehow had found a trash bag, which she held limply in one hand. In her other, she held her t-shirt, which she had stripped off, leaving her in cut-off jean shorts and a bra. She cleared her throat self-consciously, as more eyes gnced at her.

  "Go team," she cheered weakly. "You can do it!" Becky waved the trash bag and t-shirt around like pom-poms, waggling them above her head as she awkwardly danced from one foot to the other.

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" Alice scoffed. "Do better or sit the fuck down. Put some heart into it."

  Becky tried again, her eyes suddenly taking on a pink gleam as she almost seemed possessed.

  "We're the Warriors of Lust,Fighting with our bodies just!Tentacles and cocks we'll never resist,We'll take you deep and let you persist!

  Our pussies are strong, our asses so tight,We'll milk your monster dick day and night!Cum inside us, fill us up with glee,Then we'll swallow it all, just wait and see!

  So come on, big beast, show us your might,We'll cum and scream with delight!For we are the sluts of the nd,And we love tentacles in our hand!"

  Alice stumbled, staring at Becky, who looked a quite surprised and embarrassed at the impromptu cheerleading routine she had just sung out at top volume, the lewd words still echoing across the street.

  "I ... ah ... yea. That'll do. Great job," Alice managed, blushing and shaking her head.

  The troll suddenly seemed to take on a shining glow, outlined in pink, as the cheerleader finished her song. Bridgette let out a lusty roar, swinging her axe and severing the troll's right arm. "Now that's a fucking cheerleading routine I'd love to see," she yelled. "How about the whole cheer squad lined up with a tentacle monster running train on them!" Colin bsted another ray of fire towards the troll, which winced back under the assault.

  Alice yelled from her position as she cast a healing spell, "I'm pretty sure the only one doing anything with tentacles is you, B. Those magical girl transformations keep getting even more outrageous. If you want a tentacle gang bang, just ask Fi to do it outside of combat, so you can truly enjoy it!"

  "That's not the point," Bridgette protested as she savaged the troll again, slicing chunks of its rubbery skin free and knocking it to the ground. Colin bsted it again, lighting the troll's hair on fire as fmes savaged its face. "The point is that I want to see the cheerleaders take on the tentacles."

  "That's inappropriate, dear. Aren't I enough for you?" Alice teased. Bridgette blushed, gncing back over her shoulder before smming her axe into the troll's face again, then kicking it in the torso.

  "Sorry, babe. I got a little out of control. You're the girl for me, nobody else. But you do have to admit it would be funny to see some bad porno where a tentacle monster invades the changing room during cheerleading practice," she trailed off. The troll tried to use its remaining cw to stab at her, but it raked across her bikini bottoms and did no damage, the pink material somehow deflecting the angry creature's razor-sharp talons.

  Colin sent another round of fire bsting toward the troll. "It's got to be getting close," he yelled. "I'm getting low on the real heavy hitting fire spells though. Then I can just keep plinking away but only doing token damage. Also, what the fuck kind of combat talk involves a casual discussion about tentacle monsters raping cheerleaders?"

  "It's not allowed to be rape anymore, Colin. We've moved past that as a genre, that's so st-century. They're consent-icles." With a heave, Bridgette swung her greataxe again, taking the creature in the torso. The axe stuck, wedged halfway through the troll's body. Bridgette tugged, but it wouldn't come free, and instead the axe ripped out of her hands as the troll toppled forward, knocking her to the ground as it nded on top of her. Colin bsted the troll again with another ray of fire, as both he and Alice ran forward to Bridgette.

  As they reached the pair, Colin bsted the troll again for good measure. It didn't move. In fact, the troll's flesh started to bubble and rot, slowly disintegrating into an oily bck ooze that dripped all over Bridgette.

  "Fuck, that stings," she cried, squirming out from under the troll's body and trying to brush the ooze from her skin. She danced around, flinging bits of ooze onto the ground as she tried to clean herself. Unfortunately, the ooze had finished the job that the troll's cws had started, and her pink outfit was now gone. Bridgette stood, nude and covered in a mix of fluids, in the middle of the road next to Alice and Colin. Her skin was stained with a mix of red blood, bck troll ooze, and magical pink semen. Becky and the two remaining conscious members of the football team slowly walked up to the trio, shuffling awkwardly.

  Bridgette gred at them, her pink eyes bright. "You should be ashamed of yourselves," she said. "You're too fucking weak. Your friends died because of you." She raised her greataxe, leveling it towards the boys.

  "You, ah ... don't have clothes on," one of the boys managed, struggling for words.

  Jacob Glenn was 18, had just graduated from high school, and had gotten accepted to University of Nebraska to py football. He had his whole life pnned out in front of him. Be a decent squad pyer for the Cornhuskers, get a bullshit degree in something he could copy from a nerd on, and spend the next 30 years of his life lording it over the other guys at the town bar talking about "back in my glory days" of pounding cheerleader pussy and making game-winning pys on the field, most of which would probably be exaggerated. Now, however, he stood in the middle of the street in an apocalypse, sheepish and staring at an angry and totally fucking naked pink-haired goddess who was holding a giant fucking axe with a single hand, the bde inches from his nose. And she was very fucking pissed. Jacob gulped. "But I guess you knew that," he finished meekly.

  "No shit, genius. You figure that one out on your own or did you copy your thoughts from Travis there? Eyes up here, or I will rip them from your skull and use them as anal beads," Bridgette snarled.

  "No, ma'am. I mean, yes ma'am. I ... didn't copy from Travis? I'm so sorry, ma'am." Jacob stammered, doing his best to maintain eye contact, but the glowing pink irises were really freaking him out. He wasn't entirely where was safe to look.

  Bridgette took a deep breath in, closed her eyes, and exhaled a cleansing breath as she lowered the axe to rest on the ground. As she exhaled, the pink drained from her hair, returning to its normal auburn color. Her eyes regained their brilliant blue color, and she gnced around the street, looking for something. "Aha, there it is." She turned and trotted off, scooping her dress from the ground where it y a dozen yards away, where she had transformed. Bridgette threw it into her storage ring, opting for a more comfortable t-shirt and gym shorts instead. Bridgette quickly dressed while the boys spun around, finding anywhere else to look at but the dangerous axe-wielding Bridgette.

  "Okay, so, anyone want to expin where the fuck a troll came from?"