"Total Drama's Hot Haunted Halloween Party"
Rated M
Fandom: Total Drama, Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race
Pairing: Rock/Kelly (My favorite OTP, oh and UWF4E's favorite pairing too), so much pairings that I can't even put in here
Characters: Rock, Kelly, Taylor, Spud, Dwayne Sr., Dwayne Jr. (Ok, I'm not gonna list all of them, so we'll pretty much put down everybody, as long as Rock and Kelly are the main focus on this fic, because we thought of it)
Summary: Geoff is throwing a big huge Halloween Party for everyone who's competed in Total Drama and Ridonculous Race, and yet so far, the fun is just getting started. Especially with all the sex, drinking and fights that goes on and such. For these wild guests though, they're here to make sure the party never ends! Features multiple shippings, both canon and fanon.
Disclaimer: We do not, and WE REPEAT, we do not own anything associated with the Total Drama series or its spinoff The Ridonculous Race. Since it's pretty much the Halloween season, we figured we give you some hot smoking Kelly/Rock smutness just to keep you all occupied. It may not be scary, but it's still gonna contain enough hotness that will make you all hot and bothered. So here you all go everyone.
Chapter 3
There was a table being set somewhere downstairs where the guests continued to dance their ass off to their heart's content. While that was going on, Devin (who was dressed up as Luke Skywalker from Star Wars Trilogy) brought with him a couple of ping pong balls inside his hand just to take to the table where standing right beside him was his girlfriend Carrie (who was dressed as Apple White from Ever After High). However, both Devin and Carrie weren't alone by the way. Sitting on another side from them was the twosome of Shawn and Jasmine (who were dressed as both Leon Kennedy from Resident Evil and Lara Croft from Tomb Raider), who were ready to take them on in a party favorite - beer pong.
"So, who's going first, you or me?" Shawn asked Devin, who of course, was about to explain the rules to him.
"We're gonna decide on a coin toss," Devin explained before continuing, "If I get heads, I'll go first. However, if you get tails, you go first."
Shawn shrugged it off and smirked, "Eh, it's fine with me. Of course, it doesn't matter who goes first as long as I'm beating you."
"We'll see about that, my friend." Devin smirked back before finally flipping that coin in the air.
And after only a second full of flipping, the quarter finally hit the ground revealing its decision.
"It's Tails! Shawn goes first!" Jasmine declared first-hand, forcing Shawn to celebrate.
"Boo-yeah!" The zombie-obsessed being exclaimed before shouting to Devin, "I told you I'd go first."
"Whatever, you're still going down." rolled Devin's eyes.
After that was said and done with, the event was about to begin. And it all began when Shawn clenched onto that ping-pong ball tight as he could. He then closed his eye and analyzed which cup of booze to hit the ball right in (even though there were only 10 beer-filled cups on Devin's side).
"Just keep focused, Shawn." Jasmine said, whispering in Shawn's ear as a way to give advice.
It wouldn't take long before Shawn slammed the ball onto the table and bounced onto Cup #1, sinking the ball right away on the first try!
"Boo yeah, got it!" smirked Shawn.
"Ah, whatever, it's only the first cup." Devin shrugged it off before grabbing the red solo cup that had Shawn's ball inside it, "You have nine more to go before you beat me."
After he took the ball right out, Devin immediately chugged that drink down his throat, which of course happened to be a stream full of Mike's Hard Strawberry Lemonade he was drinking all along. Right after he was finished, he threw the cup right away and continued playing since it was now his turn.
Just like what Shawn did, all Devin did was close his eye and analyze the target that he needed to hit from one of those cups. His girlfriend Carrie also decided to give him some advice as well while he concentrated.
"Just keep your eye on the ball…" The blonde whispered to him.
Once he nodded, Devin pounded the ball onto the table, only to go out of bounds.
"What the hell?!" whined Devin.
"Haha, you missed!" Shawn shouted, taunting right to Devin's face.
"Big deal, I just got a bad ball, that's all!" Devin said, trying to make an excuse.
"Don't worry sweetie," Carrie replied, rubbing his shoulder to keep him calm, "You'll be sure to get the next one."
Shawn then smirked as he said with the ball in his hand, "Well, it's too bad, because the next one's mine!"
It was now the zombie fanatic's turn as Shawn attempted to focus on the second beer-filled cup. With picture-perfect precision, Shawn ended up bouncing the second ball right into the second cup, sinking in successfully.
"Yes, got one!" He shouted, pumping his fist with yet another score.
This immediately forced Devin to grab the solo cup and down yet another portion of beer, making Shawn watch with an infectious grin all across his face. He immediately set the cup down while at the same time shaking off some of his senses from that drink he consumed not too long ago.
Devin took in a deep breath and said, "Okay, that was just a lucky shot, but you still got a long way to go to beat me, buddy."
"Duh, I know that." Shawn rolled his eyes before replying, "You're up next."
"About time," Devin nodded as he clenched his ball tightly. He then muttered out to himself, "C'mon, Devin… you can at least try to sink one in…"
Clenching that pong ball as hard as he could, Devin slammed it on the table, only for the pong ball to fly over Jasmine's hat and onto the floor, missing yet again. Devin found himself in shock that he wasn't able to get the aim that he immediately wanted out of all of this.
"OH, COME THE HELL ON!" He whined, forcing Shawn to smirk again at Devin's failed attempt.
"Wow, I kinda thought you were good at this." Jasmile smiled to Devin with a sarcastic grin, "Guess your aim's a little too off, huh?"
"It's not fair! I swear, I'm just getting the bad kind of balls!" Devin replied to the Aussie, defending his statement.
Shawn smirked again as he said, "Too bad I got you by them so far. Anyway, I'm next!"
Carrie immediately saw the stressing face Devin was making all by himself. In order not to get himself all stressed out, she rubbed his shoulders in comfort, "It's okay Devin, next time I'll kiss your ball for good luck."
"I better get some good luck…" Devin muttered to himself (which luckily, she didn't hear him)
It became Shawn's turn once again as the young zombie fan analyzed the trajectory of the pong ball that he wanted to sink into. And it wouldn't be a surprise, knowing that he had his eyes set on the third red solo cup. But just as Shawn tossed the ball though…
*WRECK!*
A scared-as-shit Lightning immediately bumped past Shawn, still running away from an angry pissed off Eva. The impact forced Shawn to be dropped down right away, sending his pong ball down with him as well.
"YES! YOU MISSED!" Devin taunted to Shawn's face loudly.
"OH, COME ON NOW!" Shawn shouted, "That dude just came out and caught me out of shot. That doesn't count!
"Oh boo hoo hoo, next time make certain rules." rolled Devin's eyes, "Anyway, it's my turn now! Carrie, would you do the honors for me?"
"Certainly." nodded Carried as she looked at the pong ball Devin was now holding in his hand.
She bent down and managed to give it a gentle good luck kiss before Devin clenched the ball in hand, ready to ping it in the cup he was choosing. Not surprisingly, Devin was looking to aim at Cup #1 coming from Shawn's side. He pinged the ball hard on the ping-pong table with the force of a missile, and before anyone even knew it, he sunk it right in.
"ALL RIGHT, FINALLY!" Devin shouted as if he won the lottery for some reason.
Shawn rolled his eyes at this and said, "Big deal, that was just a lucky shot!"
"Lucky shot, nothing!" Devin rolled his eyes back before saying to Shawn, "You know what you gotta do now!"
"Well, rules are rules, I guess." Shawn sighed as he took his drink.
It wasn't long before Shawn immediately downed his cup of beer in record time and slammed it right back on the table before replying with a little bit of a burp.
Shawn shook some nerves out of him and said, "Oh my goodness, that was too much."
"What are you, a lightweight?" said Devin with a smirk, "C'mon, show me what you got!"
"Ok, then." Shawn nodded as he grabbed another ping-pong ball.
As he was preparing himself, Jasmine decided to give him a little motivation, whispering in Shawn's ear, "Just focus on the game and nothing else."
"Got it." He nodded as he let out a deep breath.
Shawn immediately went right for the kill as he pinged his ball, only to head to the right, going off bounds much to Shawn's entire shock.
"A-HA! YOU MISSED AGAIN!" Devin said, taunting to Shawn's face again.
"DAMN IT!" shouted the zombie obsesser as he stomped to the floor.
"Hey, don't blame me. That one's on you." Devin pointed out.
Shawn then rolled his eyes as he said, "Okay, so I missed two. It's no big deal."
"Oh, it SHOULD be a big deal, because I'm catching up!" Devin smirked back as he grabbed another ping-pong ball, but not without Carrie kissing it for good luck first.
Just like Shawn, Devin immediately managed to analyze the trajectory of how to sink his ball right into Cup #3 on Shawn's side. It took only a millisecond before Devin thought of this gameplan, forcing his ping-pong ball to bounce onto the third cup, making it even between the two of them.
"Yes! Got another one!" Devin shouted again.
"Oh, this is just great…" Shawn muttered at himself as he grabbed the booze-filled cup right away, pouring it down his throat in record time.
"Don't worry, Shawn. Devin may be catching up, but you're gonna get him mate." Jasmine said, comforting him a bit.
Once he finished sipping his beer, Shawn said to her with rolling eyes, "I only hope I do, because it's gonna be my turn now!"
The zombie fan soon threw his third solo cup right away and grabbed another ball straight out of the table. Before he could go though, Shawn looked around from left to right, hoping that he wouldn't be cut off or interrupted by something OR someone heading his way. He managed to breathe a sigh of relief when he noticed that anything wasn't interrupting Shawn at this point. Clenching his ball as hard as he can, Shawn managed to slam the ball and bounce it right into the 4th cup onto Devin's side, getting back his advantage.
"All right, finally!" Sighed the zombie fanatic.
"Of course…" Devin muttered to himself as he grabbed the cup and drank it right away.
So far, the score was getting very simple. Shawn had seven beers left to go and Devin only had six. It wasn't getting good for Devin since he only now consumed four out of the six, but he knew he wasn't the kind to give up that easily. He knew he had to continue regardless of the circumstance that he got himself in.
Meanwhile, as the beer pong competition was heating up, an interesting display was about to take place somewhere away from the dance floor. There was a crowd full of people who were busy chattering and whispering to one another about the two steel beer kegs they were looking at. The crowd had mostly consisted of Jay, Mickey, Ellody, Mary, Crimson and Ennui who were dressed in quite interesting costumes. Jay and Mickey were dressed as Mario and Luigi combined, Ellody and Mary were dressed up as Chun-Li and Crimson Viper from the Street Fighter series, Ryan and Stephanie were dressed up as Agent K from Men In Black and WWE superstar Sasha Banks respectively (yes, she's got a purple wig on) and Crimson and Ennui were both dressed as Eric Draven from the The Crow and Buffy Summers from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
Still not knowing what to make of this, Jay asked Mickey, "What do you think he's gonna do?"
"I don't know, but he must be crazy enough to lift both steel kegs at the same time." Mickey whispered to Jay.
"How do you think those steel kegs weigh?" Ellody whispered over to Mary.
"Hmmm, I'll say about 160.5 pounds each on both side." Mary said, doing the math for her friend, "He's gotta be crazy if he can bench press those kinds of pounds."
Nodding in unison, Ellody said with a whisper, "That shall be interesting, indeed…"
"I've never been this excited like… whatever." Crimson muttered grimly.
"May the demons in the underworld look out for him then." Ennui nodded in unison to what Crimson said.
Those people watching knew what the display was intended for. It was intended for the sharp-dressed Ryan himself, who stepped up to the make-shift keg weights while rubbing his hands to be ready for the lift. While he kept himself warmed up, he looked the crowd with a smile plastered all across his face.
"Okay, everyone. Prepare to be amazed, because you're seeing yours truly lift up truly the biggest kegs ya ever seen!" Ryan said to the crowd.
"You tell 'em, baby!" Stephanie shouted to Ryan as a way to pump him up.
"Oh, I told them alright!" He said to her girlfriend before saying to the crowd, "Okay, now I need picture-perfect silence so I can lift his thing, alright?"
They didn't respond, but they ended up nodding back at Ryan as a way to say "Yes" to the big man.
"All right, then. LET'S DO IT!" shouted a pumped-up Ryan as he immediately grabbed the bar holding the two big kegs.
He clenched on them hard enough for Stephanie to grab the whistle that she dug out of her pocket and wear it around her neck. Once Ryan got his hands on the bar…
*TWEEEEEEEEEEEET!*
The whistle had blown, leaving Ryan to squat in order to attempt the little keg lift. Veins were now starting to pop around his arms and legs altogether just as a way to add some strength to his little feat. Ryan did manage to get the entire weights right up to his chest, but now his legs were starting to shake out of him, therefore showing some signs of weakness around his knees. He huffed and puffed hard as he can, trying to keep his balance in check.
"Oh crap… I feel like I'm about to fall…" Ryan muttered to himself, "If only…!"
"Come on babe, don't give out on me dammit." Stephanie shouted out to her boyfriend.
It was that one single shout that forced Ryan not to give up. There was no way she was gonna quit on her with just one small tiny fail. Ryan soon came back to reality and saw that he was still holding those weights around his chest. Using Stephanie's words flowing throughout his brain, Ryan slowly yet surely started to lift the bar up gently and patiently as he could. He was getting close. He was getting mega close to getting that goal.
With one big breath drawn, Ryan raised the bar up his shoulders and high into the air, therefore making his lift a successful attempt for the crowd to give him the applause he wanted!
"YEAAAAAAAAAH!" shouted Ryan as he slammed the kegs down with a thud.
"WHOOOOOO! ALL RIGHT!" Stephanie whistled at him before she ran up to him for a big hug, "Now that's a real man!"
"Hell yeah, I am, babe! Those kegs were nothing!" Ryan said, high-fiving Stephanie in return.
"Wow, that was incredible!" Mickey commented.
"Yeah, we've never seen anybody lift two whole beer kegs like that before." Jay added in, agreeing with Mickey.
"I think we can all agree that you're the strongest guy here at this party." Ellody nodded.
But then, a mysterious female voice shouted out of nowhere: "Oh, please! I've seen better liftin' than pigs trying to lift a tractor!"
It didn't take too long for both Ryan, Stephanie and the rest of the crowd to turn to their shoulders and see the one person that they never expected to criticize him like this:
Sugar.
The blonde-haired southerner then decided to smirk at Stephanie with an insulting grin, "I'm kinda amazed that someone with the IQ of a strand of hair could manage to do something so unsurprising as lift beer kegs. What's next, is he gonna hold barrels full of cow shit?"
"Oh, really?" Raised Stephanie's eyebrow, "If you think it's so easy, why don't you try lifting it yourself, Honey Boo Boo?"
Sugar scoffed a little as she said to Stephanie, "For your information, I'm dressed as Dolly Parton from the 1970s, not that stupid little piglet!"
"You can call yourself Babe The Pig and I'd hardly give a shit!" Stephanie snapped back, "So you gonna lift or not?!"
As much as Stephanie was taunting her over and over again, Sugar started fuming enough so much that she had no choice but to give in right away.
"You want me to lift those?" The Southerner said before declaring, "Fine, I'll do it just because you all forced me to!"
Sugar immediately shoved them out of the way before she got her hands gripping across the weight bar, which still held the big beer kegs in between. Before she could lift them though, Sugar felt like she needed to prepare herself by stretching both her arms and legs together. That of course, was to only stall time to the rest of the guests, who were now starting to become impatient from all this waiting that Sugar herself was causing.
"Can you please hurry up?" Crimson groaned at Sugar.
Sugar then turned her head and shouted, "I'm takin' my time! I need patience, ya know!"
Right after cracking her own knuckles, Sugar proceeded to grip the bar with her hands tight as she could. She then bends over before taking a huge breath, trying to undergo the two huge keg weights she was about to lift herself.
It took Sugar just a minute before she finally lifted up the bar straight up to her chest. And before she could lift them up right in the air…
*BAAAAAM!*
Sugar had tripped, forcing her pretty face to hit the ground alongside the keg weights much to the laughter of guests.
"OWWWW…!" The blonde southerner groaned in pain.
Stephanie smirked at what she saw and taunted over to Sugar, "See, told you it ain't easy than it looks!"
"Because I make it look easy!" Ryan smirked victoriously, "All it takes is years of training to get it done!"
"Yeah, well, I still think it was just luck for you!" Sugar snarled at the fitness-loving Daters.
"Like I said, nothing to do with luck, Dolly!" Stephanie taunted to Sugar yet again before going back to celebrate with Ryan.
However, it was short lived for the rest of them as Sugar noticed a tap being connected to one of the beer kegs. Sugar smirked evilly as she could as the southerner dragged herself to the keg and grabbed the tap as tight as she could.
With Ryan and the guests still celebrating, Sugar shouted out to Stephanie, "Hey Stephy. Want some booze to go with that?"
And it was there that Sugar squeezed the tap, forcing a huge wave of beer to slosh all around Stephanie, getting her outfit wet much to the shock of the dater herself.
"What the-? My outfit!" gasped Stephanie right as she heard Sugar laugh directly at her.
"Sorry if I ruined your outfit, sweetie-pie!" The beauty queen taunted, "Maybe you can wipe it off with your boyfriend's abs!"
That one single statement triggered something inside Stephanie. Something that was filled with nothing more than a raging fire burning inside her heart. It had a hint of rage that wasn't going to be contained. Soon enough, that rage immediately forced Stephanie's hands to shake and form two anger-induced fists. And Stephanie knew inside who she wanted to take her rage on.
With her contained rage, Stephanie pointed at Sugar and shouted, "YOU BITCH!"
Before Sugar could at least say a word…
*BAAAAAAAAM!*
Stephanie had tackled Sugar right to the ground, now resulting in a huge brawl that was now proceeding to take place outside the mansion where the Halloween party was still going on strong. Safe to say, the fight between both Stephanie and Sugar was about to turn it into their own personal warzone.
Ooooh, Stephanie vs. Sugar, huh? Well, don't mind if I do. I mean, people want fights like these, and a catfight these people will get right away!
Who will win in this encounter? You're more than welcome to take guesses everybody. I'm certain that only one of them ain't gonna be the same after this little fight's over! You know what to do until the next chapter comes! Until then, OPA!