AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Ugh, I'm tired.

Starting now, for any (*), go down to the bottom and I'll explain the word or phrase more for those who aren't familiar with it. I came across a legitimately fantastic term the other day, and I know some of you would love to know what it means. I didn't just pull it out of my ass.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt, they are owned by Studio Gainax.

Part Two: It's That Boy

Chapter Eight: The Rise and Fall of the Queen and her Nest- Trinity

Stocking expected a lot of things walking through the halls of the currently haunted grounds of Daten High. For one, she was half convinced to find her cherry boy chewed up, spat out, and made into a nice little welcoming sign on the school's front doors. She also expected that, if there was any chance of finding the geek alive, it'd be done after a long, intense battle with a super-powered ghoul.

So imagine her surprise when she laid her eyes on one fully intact Brief sitting on top of a bunch of knocked over desks, chuckling lightly as if he wasn't just captured by a supernatural being whose intent was to, most likely, suck out his very soul!

Now you could understand why she needed a minute to calm her worry-ridden nerves.

This kid will be the death of me if he ends up hanging around us, she thought to herself, Not that I'd mind, really.

"Man, am I glad to see you guys." gushed Briefers, excited to see his two favorite angels (not that he's met too many others, but still).

"Me too!" exclaimed the blonde, who too was ecstatic to find the geek virtually unharmed, "Now take off your pants."

Panty's bold words floated through the air for quite a bit before either of the room's other occupants could fully comprehend what they had just heard.

You have got to be shitting me, Stocking thought after coming to terms with her sister's stupidity.

"... h-huh?" questioned the now shock-induced Brief, "What do you mean-"

"No time to talk sweet cheeks," Panty stated, practically teleporting to Brief's side, "I need a quickie after all that nonsense earlier."

Not waiting for the boy to answer, Panty went to work on unbuckling and ultimately stripping the pair of green cargo pants right off of his body. The piece of clothing was already halfway down his legs when Brief finally snapped back to reality.

"W-wait a sec! W-we can't do that here!" he shouted as he fought to pull his pants back up.

"~Oh come on~," Panty said in a suggestive manner, "~I promise it'll be quick. Unless you think you can go on for longer! In that case, we could party all night~!"

Panty and Brief then spent a good minute engaging in a fierce game of tug-a-war, with the angel being desperate to have her way with the "stud", while the geek was busy just trying to figure out why the angel suddenly had the hots for him.

What the hell!? Why is she doing this!? Brief screeched mentally, unable to comprehend the angel's sudden need to pop his cherry.

It wasn't until the heated battle over Brief's virginity entered its third minute that Stocking decided that enough was enough.

"Alright, break it up," demanded the goth as she made her way over to the two, "Get off him hoe, we still got a job to do."

The blonde, of course, chose to ignore her sister's command, opting to instead triple her efforts in stripping the boy of his precious trousers. Brief, on the other hand, took a moment to stare at the gothic angel, pleading with his eyes for her to help stop this madness.

Right as Panty felt the boy's grip start to loosen, she was then yanked violently by the hair and ultimately thrown across the room by her mood-killing sister.

"What the fuck!" the blonde shouted in rage as she stood up from her spot on the now cracked tile, with barely a scratch on her, "Why the fuck did you do that!? I had him!"

"Did you not hear me, bitch?" asked Stocking threateningly, "I said we got work to do."

"Who the fuck cares!? We got Geek Boy! Why can't you just leave us be and deal with this by yourself!?"

Are you fucking serious!? Stocking seethed mentally, I swear, if this prank doesn't pay off soon, Imma kill this whore!

"Because, you overused cocksleeve, if we both deal with this now, it'll get done way faster and we'll have all the time we'll need to do whatever we want. Which, yes, includes you *smanging the Geek Boy for as long as your sex craved body can handle." explained Stocking with grit teeth.

Panty sighed dramatically, giving her all in making sure her sister knew she absolutely hated her at this very moment. Then again, the blonde had to give it to her, Stocking did have a point.

"Okay! Fine!" she submitted with a frown.

"Good," stated Stocking, pleased with herself, "Now go out and track down the ghost. I'll walk the lucky boy out of here and then come join you. Deal?"

"Yeah, whatever!" Panty exclaimed grumpily as she made her exit from the room, "Yo ghost bitch! Come out, come out, wherever you are, fuckstick!"

Panty continued on down the hall until neither the goth nor the geek could hear her angelic potty mouth any longer.

Brief sat there on the tiled floor of the science lab, desperately trying to reorganize his scrambled thoughts after having his mind go haywire from his struggle against Panty's advances, if you could call them that.

Who am I kidding!? She practically forced herself on me! Brief thought to himself, What the heck happened!? She barely even talked to me these last few weeks, how come she nearly-

"Hey! Cherry Boy!" bellowed Stocking, snapping her fingers in front of his face, "Get your head out of the clouds. We're leaving."

"Wh-what?" was all he could say at the moment.

Stocking sighed in frustration, although her grief wasn't necessarily pointed at him. It wasn't his fault all this madness was happening around him. She wouldn't be surprised if the boy was just in shock, hence his earlier laid back behavior, and was just now snapping out of it. Her sister's antics probably didn't help his reeling mind, either.

"Look, I'm sorry my sister was acting like a dick crazed maniac back there," she apologized with a sigh, "She can be a bit… much sometimes. She's just been a bit starved for attention is all."

"Oh, well…" Brief muttered in mild bewilderment, "If that's all it is, then I guess I can-"

"Oh, and I may have also lied to her about how we had mind-blowing sex once in order to mess with her, " She admitted with no hint of embarrassment, "She, of course, took the bait and now wants to fuck the shit out of you for a solid week so that we're even. So… yeah."

To say Brief was stunned by this revelation was quite the understatement. In fact you could even say he was practically catatonic.

"What the- how'd did- why'd you- is it- are you-," Brief rambled on incoherently.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me," Stocking said, genuinely misinterpreting Brief's muttering for appreciation, "Seeing my sister's face when she realizes I fucked with her is payment enough. Besides, I figured you needed a reward for all the work you did for me-"

"Thank you!? Why would I thank you!?" screeched Brief, his stress getting the better of him.

"...huh?" spoke the goth, surprised with the boy's sudden outburst.

"This is the worst! I can't believe you would do something like that! How am I supposed to handle this!?" the geek yelled.

"Wow, calm down there, Cherry Boy," soothed Stocking, confusion lining her eyes, "If its STD's you're worried about, don't be. As much of a whore as she is, Panty takes pride in her, and I use this term very loosely, 'purity'. In fact, as long as it's not demonic, ghost-related, or in any way supernatural, it's pretty hard for angel's to catch Earthly diseases."

"That's not why I'm upset, Stockin'! It's not even close!" Brief protested.

"What? Then why are you being so bitchy then?" said angel questioned seriously. "You'll get to have sex with my sister, who just so happens to be a fucking angel! It's the best deal you're ever gonna get!"

"I can't do that, Stocking!"

"Why not!?" demanded the goth.

"Because I-," Brief then froze on the spot, as if he was on the cusp of revealing a life-changing secret.

"Well? Are you gonna tell me or not?" Stocking demanded, her non-existing patience wearing thin.

"Uh... I uh..." Brief mumbled, his mind racing to try and figure a way out of this metaphorical pit he had dug himself into.

A moment later, his eyes flashed with inspiration. While it seemed as though the geek was a bit reluctant to act upon his plan, in the end he couldn't let whatever knowledge he kept hidden be set free. So, he bit the bullet and pretended to spill his heart out.

"Okay, the truth is... I'm saving myself." he said begrudgingly in order to give his lie an extra Oomph to it.

"... I'm sorry, what?" Stocking questioned, still having trouble understanding those words.

"Yeah, you know, for that special someone I might meet someday." elaborated the boy

"Special someone? You mean-" Stocking then gasped audibly, at last connecting the dots in her head, "Oh my god, you-you're serious, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," Brief confirmed.

Unfortunately for the geek. the ridiculousness of his proclamation was too much for the poor girl, and in no time at all Stocking found herself roaring with laughter.

"Pfft ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" she bellowed in laughter, "Hol- holy shit! I- I can't believe it! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hey, don't laugh at me!" Brief protested, now feeling a bit offended at the angel's behavior.

I mean, come on! What if I was serious!? She could have really hurt my feelings! Brief thought with slight disdain.

"I- I- I can't!" the goth wheezed out as she held onto to her aching sides, "it- it's too funny!"

It took a while for the goth to calm herself, but after seeing that Brief had given up on trying to defend himself and just resorted to quietly pouting, it was hard to maintain her humorous mood. Combined with his soft features, like his chubby cheeks and overall round face, he looked like a little kid who just had their dreams crushed by one of his classmates.

Oh wait. I guess that is what I'm technically doing, huh? Stocking thought to herself.

With a sigh, she spoke up to the still pouting geek who had taken staring at his shoes.

"Look, I'm (somewhat) sorry I upset you, alright," she reluctantly relented, knowing what she'd have to say next, "I'll… go ahead and tell Panty the truth, okay?"

"... you mean it?" he asked, still keeping his eyes trained on his sneakers.

"I just told you I would, didn't I?" Stocking stated, although the smile on her face said she meant no harm, "This joke has cost me more than a few headaches already, anyway."

"Well, then I forgive you," Brief said smiling back, "Plus, I gotta admit, as messed up as is was, it would have been pretty hilarious."

"Right!?" she agreed, before grabbing the boy by his hand, "Now come on, we need to get you out of here so that I can-"

"Wait!" he shouted, surprising the angel for the hundredth time that night, "I can't leave yet!"

"What?" Stocking muttered questioningly, "Why not?"

"Because! We have no idea what the ghost may do with the other students if she finds out I've left!" he declared, "She may just kill them off, for all I know!

"Uh, hold on there, Geek Boy. What other students?" ordered Stocking, confused by the geek's words, "Did the ghost capture some of the other kids!?"

"Yes!" frantically answered Brief, "Pretty much the whole student body, if what the ghost said was true!"

"Ah fuck-shit." cursed the goth, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, "Did the ghost say anything else? Like where she's keeping them?"

"Hm," Brief hummed in thought, "Well, she told me she was setting- er, something up at the football court. You should probably start there."

After sighing yet again, Stocking, along with the help of Brief, went to work on figuring out a game plan. The geek gave her every bit of info he had on the target, like how she seemed to be obsessed with him and how she had kept him sedated, likely with some kind of poison she was somehow able to secrete.

"Hm, I'll make sure to watch out for that," stated the goth while going over what little facts they were able to put together, "If there's nothing else, then we should go ahead and see if we can find Panty. Make sure to stick as close as possible to me, okay? I can't defend you if you wonder off."

"You got it." nodded the geek, giving her a thumbs up in return.

As the two were making their way to the door, something in the back of Briefs mind clicked.

"Oh wait," told the geek, stopping both him and the goth in their tracks, "There's one more thing I forgot to mention."

"What?" questioned Stocking, doubting whatever this last minute thought was of any real importance.

"Well, I remember the ghost saying something ominous a couple of times," said Brief in a hushed manner, "Something about… babies."

"Babies?" repeated Stocking.

Right at that exact moment, a rumbling could be heard coming from not too far away, along with shots of continuous gunfire. As they grew louder, the sound of someone screaming their head off could now also be heard accompanying them. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, the door in front of them was ripped open, revealing the disheveled form of Panty Anarchy, who, as soon as she entered the room, slammed the door shut, locking it as tight is it could be afterward. As soon as she did, the blonde let herself slide down the offending piece of plaster, ultimately landing her butt onto the cool tiled floor.

"Panty? What's wrong with you!? What happened-" Stocking began to ask, before being cut off by her sister's tired rambling.

"T-t-too… many," was all she uttered in exhaustion.

Just as those words left her mouth, a series of bangs and knocks could be heard coming from the other side of the door, which sent the angel, who had still been sitting there, flying to the other side of the room, giving herself plenty of space between her and the opposite wall.

"You- you guys may want to step away from there!" the blonde called out as she rearmed herself.

Registering the fact that whatever was behind that door was trouble, Brief and Stocking began to slowly back away from the door, with the goth "unsheathing" her swords and the redhead finding a loose chair leg, breaking it off in a small attempt at arming himself.

All the while the sounds themselves just kept getting louder and more frequent. Before either of the remaining two could ask Panty what had followed her, they both noticed the door's hinges had started to break apart do to the forcefulness. Then, as if the situation couldn't get any more eerie, little spindly arms and legs managed to slip through the door's crevices.

Right as the door couldn't take the pressure any longer, Stocking managed to let loose one last curse before all hell broke loose.

"Fuck."

Then, with a bang, the door flew opened.

End

End Notes:

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By the way, here's what smanging means.

*Smanging: the fusion of smashing and banging born in the catalyst of aggressive fucking, to ferociously penetrate your partner while bending her over a balcony during spring break.

I laughed so hard when I looked up what that word means, cuz my brother kept using it to describe something mundane and didn't know what it actually meant.

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