Selena Gomez (in her devil-themed bikini) stumbled backward out of the entrance ramp. Shewore a tiny red bikini adorned with little devils. Her eyes were narrowed, fierce.
Avril lunged again, her orange-and-black pumpkin-themed bikini straps digging into her shoulders. Her fists flew—wild swings aimed at Selena's head. Selena ducked, the air whistling past her ear. The crowd screamed as they were going at it before the bell even rang, a wall of noise shaking the Palace of Auburn Hills as camera flashes popped.
Selena grabbed Avril's wrist, twisting hard. Avril hissed, stumbling as they tumbled down the ramp. Avril's bikini bottoms were already riding up her ass crack. She kicked as they rolled down the incline, her heel catching Selena hard in the ribs. Concrete scraped Avril's bare shoulder blade as Selena used her momentum to flip them over,
Selena hissed, "Fuck you, pumpkin spice."
Avril spat back, "Bite me, hellspawn!" Her knee jerked upward, catching Selena's thigh. The crowd roared louder as Selena grunted, shifting her weight. She pinned Avril's shoulders against the cold concrete ramp. Selena swung her fist, knuckles cracking against Avril's jaw. Avril's head snapped sideways, eyes watering. She raised her fist again and nailed Avril. Again. And again. Avril's orange bikini top twisted sideways, exposing a flash of nipple.
Selena hauled Avril up by her hair. Avril kicked wildly, bare feet scraping concrete. Selena dragged her toward the parked car at the end of the ramp. The crowd chanted "DEV-IL! DEV-IL!" as Selena slammed Avril face-first onto the hood. Metal clanged loudly. Avril groaned, her cheek pressed against the cool metal. Her orange bikini top strained with each attack. Her small but cute tits jiggling like jello. Her sweat glistened on her cleavage.
Avril fought back. Not with wild swings this time. She shoved backward hard, planting her palms on the hood. Using Selena's grip on her hair as leverage, she flipped Selena over her shoulder. Selena crashed into the hood.
"That all you got, princess?" she rasped.
Avril scrambled onto the hood. Below her, Selena groaned, momentarily winded from the slam onto the hood. Camera flashes erupted again, freezing her silhouette against the harsh arena lights – sweat-streaked, orange bikini askew, one breast nearly exposed, eyes blazing defiance as she yanked Selena to her feet and sidewalk slammed her into the windshield. Glass spiderwebbed instantly beneath Selena’s black. She gasped, a sharp, choked sound. Air refused to enter. Her diaphragm spasmed uselessly against bruised ribs. She clawed at her own throat, fingers scraping skin.
Avril loomed over her, panting. Then she turned her sights to the trunk of candy.
Her fingers dug into the trunk. Inside, nestled among the colorful pile, lay a stash of bright, crinkly packets. Pixie Sticks. Avril grabbed a thick fistful, tearing them from their cardboard box.
Selena gasped on the windshield glass, trying to suck air past the shock. Her eyes widened as Avril loomed above her, silhouetted against the arena lights. Avril didn't hesitate. She ripped open the tops of the packets and poured the entire cascade of neon-colored sugar powder directly onto Selena's eyes It wasn't gentle. It was a torrential downpour of pure, sticky grit.
The world dissolved into instant, white-hot agony. Selena screamed, a raw, scraping sound ripped from her bruised throat. It wasn't just grit; it was acid fire. The powdered sugar crystals fused instantly with her sweat, forming a gritty, burning paste that glued her eyelids shut. Tears flooded out, mixing with the powder into a scalding slurry that seared her corneas. She thrashed wildly, clawing at her face, fingers scraping uselessly against the sticky, burning mess. Every blink felt like sandpaper scratching her eyes.
The neon powder didn't stop at her eyes. It cascaded down her temples, clinging fiercely to the damp roots of her dark hair, turning strands stiff with sugary glue. It slid into the valley of her cleavage, gritty grains catching on sweat-slicked skin, sticking beneath the straining black devil fabric. A thick layer settled across her stomach and belly button. Every frantic gasp inhaled a fine mist of sweet dust, making her choke violently.
Avril didn't pause to admire her handiwork. She grabbed Selena's sticky, powdered ankle. Her fingers dug into the gritty mess coating Selena's calf. Selena's body scraped across the spiderwebbed windshield glass, tiny shards catching on her bikini bottoms, cutting little holes in them, and scraping her lower back. Selena hit the concrete hard, coughing violently. Each hack sprayed pinkish dust onto the pavement. She clawed blindly at the air. "My eyes! You bitch!"
"Tastes sweet, doesn't it?" Avril yelled, kicking Selena's exposed ribs. The impact was a dull thud against bone. Selena curled inward, wheezing. Avril planted a bare foot on Selena's sternum, pinning her down. She leaned close, her own sweat dripping onto Selena's sugar-crusted face. "Had enough, or you wanna choke on some more?"
Selena choked out a curse, her hands still clawing uselessly at her burning eyes. The grit scraped deeper with every frantic rub. She felt Avril shift her weight, the pressure lifting slightly from her chest. It wasn't mercy. It was positioning. Avril straddled Selena's hips, grinding down hard on her pelvis. The rough concrete scraped Selena's bare back through the ripped bikini bottoms. Avril leaned forward, her orange bikini top dangling precariously, sweat dripping onto Selena's forehead. "Look at me!" Avril snarled, grabbing Selena's jaw. "Look at me when I beat you!" She forced Selena's head sideways, grinding her cheek into the sugary grit coating the pavement.
Selena's vision was a blurry, stinging mess of neon pink and agony. But she didn't need clear sight. She drove her fist upward. Her knuckles connected solidly with the fabric of Avril's pumpkin-orange bikini bottoms, right in her pussy. Her body instinctively curled forward,
clutching herself, knees drawn up tight against the sudden, nauseating pain radiating through her core. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gulps.
"Fuck!" she wheezed, her voice high as she writhed, momentarily forgetting the crowd, the cameras, everything except the blinding shock in her pelvis.
The kick gave Selena a window to clear her eyes. Blinking through stinging tears and blurred vision, she spotted the car trunk gaping open nearby. Avril was still doubled over, groaning into her own knees. Selena scrambled toward the trunk on hands and knees. Her fingers closed around something cool, smooth, and unexpectedly heavy, nestled among the pile of candy. Not a weapon she'd planned, but the jack-o-lanter's ridged surface felt solid and promising.
Avril was getting back to her feet.
Selena didn't hesitate. She gripped the cold, ridged pumpkin – its hollowed-out interior surprisingly dense – and swung it like a sledgehammer. It connected squarely with the side of Avril's head with a sickening *thwump*. Not a sharp crack, but a deep, wet impact. The pumpkin exploded instantly. A thick smear of pumpkin guts plastered Avril's temple and cheekbone, dripping down into her ear and onto her shoulder. Her head snapped sideways violently, eyes rolling back white for a split second before she crumpled. She hit the concrete face-first, her body limp as a rag doll. The neon sugar powder coating Selena's own knuckles mixed grotesquely with the bright orange pulp clinging to her fist.
The explosion wasn't contained. A dense spray of pumpkin seeds, slimy orange pulp, and wet, stringy fibers erupted outward in a wide arc. It hit the front row of the crowd like buckshot. A woman shrieked as a chunk of pulp slapped wetly against her blouse. A man yelled "Fuck!", wiping sticky orange strings from his bald head. Seeds pinged off seats and rained down onto the concrete floor near the barricade. The air filled with the earthy scent of raw pumpkin mixed with the arena's stale sweat and spilled beer smell.
Selena didn't pause. Avril lay motionless, face-down on the cold concrete, her orange bikini top twisted, exposing her entire right breast. The explosion had plastered wet pumpkin across her temple, cheek, and down her neck, dripping onto her shoulder and pooling slightly beneath her head. Her breathing was shallow, ragged. Selena dropped the shattered pumpkin stem still clutched in her fist. Her own knuckles were coated in a gritty paste of dried neon sugar and fresh orange pulp. She grabbed a fist-sized chunk of pumpkin flesh from the debris field near Avril’s head. It was cool, wet, and heavy in her palm. Strings of fibrous innards dangled from it. She jammed her other hand under Avril’s jaw, forcing it open. Avril groaned weakly, her lips parting. Selena shoved the slick, dripping chunk deep into her mouth. It slid past her teeth, filling her throat. Avril choked instantly, a wet, gagging sound muffled by the pulp. Her body jerked, limbs flailing weakly like a dying insect.
The crowd roared. Camera flashes popped like gunfire. Selena straddled Avril’s limp hips, grinding down hard on her pelvis. Her sticky fingers hooked into the thin straps of Avril’s pumpkin-orange bikini top. The fabric was damp with sweat and pumpkin slime. She didn’t rip it cleanly. It tore unevenly with a harsh *rrrrrrip* sound. The cheap elastic snapped. The top flew sideways, landing near a discarded Pixie Stick packet. Avril’s tits bounced free – small, firm, tipped with hard pink nipples puckered from the cold arena air and the shock. Pumpkin guts smeared across her left nipple. Selena grabbed a handful of Avril’s blonde hair, yanking her head back. Avril’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused, filled with pain and disorientation. Pumpkin pulp oozed from the corner of her mouth. "Sweet?" Selena rasped, her voice raw from inhaled sugar dust. She leaned close, her own devil bikini top brushing Avril’s sticky skin. "Tastes like defeat." She spat directly onto Avril’s exposed chest. The saliva landed with a wet splat, mixing with the pumpkin slime coating her sternum.
Avril gagged weakly, trying to spit out the pulp choking her throat. Her hands feebly clawed at Selena’s thighs. Selena ignored it. She hauled Avril upright by her hair, dragging her toward the gaping trunk of the candy-filled car. Avril’s bare feet scraped concrete, leaving trails in the sticky mix of sugar powder and pumpkin slime. Her orange bikini bottoms were twisted sideways, riding high on her hip, exposing the pale curve of her ass cheek. Selena shoved Avril’s face-first toward the trunk’s dark maw. Inside, nestled among the scattered Pixie Sticks and candy corn, lay tangled piles of discarded Halloween decorations – fake spiderwebs, plastic skeletons, and a crumpled red velvet cape. Avril choked out a wet protest, her body instinctively resisting. Selena planted a bare foot squarely on Avril’s exposed ass cheek, the gritty concrete scraping skin. She pushed hard. Avril’s knees buckled. Her torso folded awkwardly over the trunk’s lip. Her head thumped against a pile of fake cobwebs. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air behind her.
Avril fought back. Her fingers scrabbled blindly inside the trunk, finding the crumpled velvet cape. As Selena leaned over her, reaching to slam the trunk lid down, Avril twisted violently. She swung the heavy fabric cape like a wet towel. It wrapped around Selena’s head and shoulders in a suffocating embrace. Velvet muffled Selena’s furious shout. Avril kicked backward with both feet, her heels slamming into Selena’s gut. The impact forced Selena back a step, tangled in the clinging cape. Avril scrambled sideways, falling out of the trunk onto her hands and knees. Pumpkin pulp dripped from her chin onto the concrete. She spat a thick globule of orange slime onto Selena’s bare foot. "Tastes like... regret," Avril gasped, wiping pulp from her eyes with the back of her trembling hand. Her tits heaved with ragged breaths.
Selena ripped the cape off her head, snarling. She saw Avril lunge toward the spilled candy pile near the trunk. Her fingers closed around a jawbreaker the size of a tennis ball. Its surface swirled hypnotically with layers of deep violet, electric green, and yellow. Avril gripped it like a rock, her knuckles blanching. "Try this flavor!" she screamed, swinging it upward in a brutal arc. It connected squarely with Selena’s jawbone. The impact wasn’t a crack—it was a deep, resonant *thonk*, like a hammer hitting wet oak. Selena’s head snapped sideways violently. Her teeth clacked together hard enough to crack enamel, and saliva flew from her lips. Her knees buckled instantly.
As Selena staggered, clutching her jaw, Avril’s sticky fingers grabbed the waistband of Selena’s devil-themed bikini bottoms. The cheap black fabric was slick with sweat and sugar grit. Avril yanked. The fabric tore unevenly. The bikini bottoms flew sideways, landing near a pumpkin seed-strewn puddle. Selena gasped, momentarily frozen as cool arena air hit her bare skin. Her hips were exposed, the curve of her ass pale against the neon-lit chaos. A thin trail of sugar powder clung to the small of her back.
Avril jammed the sphere into Selena’s exposed ass crack. The impact was jarring. The jawbreaker’s slick surface met sweat-slicked skin, lodging itself deep with brutal efficiency. Selena’s choked gasp turned into a ragged scream. Her spine arched violently backward, muscles locking rigid. Every nerve ending screamed. The jawbreaker wasn’t just inserted; it was wedged. Its sheer size forced her cheeks apart, stretching skin painfully tight. The cold, unyielding pressure against her anus was invasive, humiliating agony. She wasn't done. She planted her bare foot squarely on Selena’s lower back. Her heel dug into the dimples just above Selena’s hips. Then, stomped down hard on the jawbreaker itself. The force drove the sphere deeper. Selena’s scream hit a glass-shattering pitch. Her body convulsed. The jawbreaker didn’t crack—it compressed flesh and nerve endings with relentless pressure. Avril leaned her full weight onto her foot, twisting her heel slightly. Selena’s fingernails scraped uselessly at the floor as tears streamed down her sugar-crusted face. "Feels big, huh?" Avril panted, grinding her heel.
Selena choked on air and shame. Her vision swam—blurred streaks of arena lights and Avril’s pumpkin-stained legs. The jawbreaker’s pressure was a white-hot brand inside her. She couldn’t reach it. Couldn’t dislodge it. Every frantic twist drove it deeper. Her thighs trembled violently. She planted her palms flat on the gritty concrete. Pushed. Muscles screamed in protest. Sweat dripped from her nose. She managed one knee. Then the other. Her spine remained arched, unable to straighten fully. The jawbreaker felt impossibly larger now. Avril laughed—a harsh, breathless sound—and kicked Selena’s ribs. "Stay down, bitch!" The blow landed with a sickening thud. Selena swayed, but didn’t fall. She stayed on her knees, breathing ragged. Her eyes—still burning from sugar paste—fixed on Avril’s shadow. She spat a glob of pink-streaked saliva onto Avril’s ankle. "Not… yet," she rasped.
She lunged sideways. Not at Avril. Toward the car’s front bumper. Her fingers scrabbled over sticky metal. Found purchase. She hauled herself upright using the bumper, the jawbreaker shifting agonizingly inside her. The crowd’s roar hit a fever pitch. Cameras flashed. Selena turned, leaning heavily against the car’s grille. Her ripped bikini top barely clung. Sweat plastered dark hair to her sugar-crusted temples. She met Avril’s glare. Avril crouched low, panting, pumpkin guts smeared across her bare chest. Selena forced a grin. It felt like cracking ice. "That it?" she yelled, her voice raw but clear. "One cheap shot? Bring something else, Pumpkin Spice! Bring your *best*!" She slapped the car hood. *Bang*. The challenge echoed. "Bring it *all*!"
Avril snarled. She snatched a discarded plastic skeleton from the trunk debris. Its brittle ribs rattled. She charged, swinging it like a club. Selena ducked under the arc. The skeleton shattered. Shards sprayed. Selena drove upward. Her forehead connected hard with Avril’s chin. Avril reeled backward, clutching her jaw. She grabbed Avril’s pumpkin-stained blonde hair. Yanked hard. Avril stumbled forward. Selena slammed her face-first onto the car hood again. Metal groaned. She pinned her there, grinding Avril’s cheek into the dented metal. "My turn," she hissed.
Selena reached back. Her fingers dug into her own ass crack. Found the slick, cold sphere wedged deep. She pulled. Hard. Avril twisted beneath her. Too slow. Selena slammed the jawbreaker directly onto Avril’s open mouth. She ground it down. Hard. Across Avril’s lips, teeth, chin. The sugary grit scraped skin raw. Neon powder mixed with pumpkin pulp.
"Taste it," Selena said.
Avril choked. Her teeth scraped the hard candy surface. Selena rubbed harder. Back and forth. Grinding the sphere into Avril’s nose, her cheekbone."Sweet enough for you?" Avril spat fragments of candy grit.
Selena shoved Avril off the hood. She scrambled toward the trunk again, ignoring the jawbreaker’s brutal pressure. Her fingers plunged into the candy pile. Past Pixie Sticks. Past candy corn. She pulled out a thick bar of dark chocolate. The wrapper crinkled. She tore it open. The scent was rich, bitter. Selena turned. Avril was pushing herself up. Selena didn’t hesitate. She slapped the chocolate bar onto her own ass cheek. The cold, slick chocolate met her skin. She rubbed it vigorously. Back and forth. Spreading the melting cocoa butter thickly over her skin. Avril froze, bewildered. "What the hell—?"
She grabbed Avril’s pumpkin-stained hair again. She hauled her upward. Avril kicked weakly. Selena pivoted. She shoved Avril backward onto the concrete and she landed hard on her back. Her orange bikini bottoms twisted further. Selena straddled Avril’s chest. Her thighs locked tight against Avril’s ribs. Avril gasped. Selena didn’t stop. She lifted her hips. She slammed them down. Hard. Not onto Avril’s chest, Higher. Selena’s chocolate-smeared ass landed squarely on Avril’s face. The impact was Smothering.
"Taste it," Selena yelled.
Avril refused. Her lips clamped shut against the sticky chocolate assault. Her nostrils flared wide, sucking desperate breaths through the suffocating pressure of Selena's hips pinning her head. Chocolate smeared across her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyelids. But her mouth stayed sealed. A muffled scream vibrated against Selena's inner thigh. Avril bucked wildly, hips lifting off the concrete, legs kicking air. Her hands scrabbled against Selena's sticky thighs, fingers digging crescent moons into powdered skin.
Selena leaned back, leveraging her weight harder onto Avril’s face. Her fingers plunged downward, hooking into the thin elastic waistband of Avril’s pumpkin-orange bikini bottoms. She
didn't peel it off gently. She tore. One side tore cleanly; the other shredded into ragged strips clinging to her hip bone. Avril’s hips jerked violently as cool air hit her bare skin. Her blonde pubic hair glistened faintly under the arena lights.
Above them, the jumbotron flickered. The crowd’s roar hit a sudden, deafening crescendo. Selena’s devil-themed bikini top was askew, her own sweat-slicked torso dominating the screen. Then the camera panned lower. It captured her dark head dipping between Avril’s thighs. Not a kiss. Not gentle. Selena’s tongue dragged a broad, wet stripe upward through blonde curls. Avril’s muffled scream vibrated against Selena’s inner thigh. The jumbotron magnified the intimate detail—the tremor in Avril’s stomach muscles, the involuntary arch of her hips off the concrete, the glistening trail left by Selena’s tongue. Camera flashes exploded like artillery fire.
Avril was almost there. The suffocating pressure of Selena’s hips pinning her head, the sticky chocolate paste clogging her nostrils—it had triggered something primal. Her body fought for air, for escape, but her mind had locked onto a single, desperate instinct: *push*. Her hips lifted again, higher this time, muscles straining. Her hands clawed frantically at Selena’s sticky thighs, not to dislodge her, but to anchor herself. The raw friction of Selena’s tongue against her clit was a shockwave of sensation—painful, violating, and terrifyingly electric. It sliced through the panic, a sharp, undeniable current. Her breath hitched. Her thighs trembled. A low groan escaped her chocolate-smeared lips. She was teetering on the edge, muscles coiled tight.
Then Selena’s teeth scraped lightly—a deliberate, cruel graze. It wasn't a bite. It was punctuation. Avril shattered. Her spine arched violently off the concrete, lifting Selena’s weight with her. Her scream wasn't muffled anymore; it ripped free, raw and ragged, echoing off the arena walls. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against Selena’s face. Her legs kicked wildly, bare feet scraping concrete. Tears streamed down her pumpkin-smeared cheeks, mixing with chocolate and sweat. It wasn't pleasure. It was annihilation—a brutal, involuntary surrender wrung from her by shock and overload. Every muscle clenched, then released in shuddering waves. She collapsed back onto the concrete, gasping, spent, her chest heaving. The crowd loved it.
Selena pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her sticky hand. She didn't gloat. She scanned the carnage. Pixie Stick dust glittered pink under the lights. Pumpkin pulp pooled near Avril’s head. Her gaze snagged on a fallen lollipop—cherry red, oversized, its plastic stick snapped. She snatched it up, the wrapper crinkling faintly. Her tongue flicked out, dragging a slow, deliberate stripe across the hard candy curve. Sweetness burst sharp and artificial on her taste buds. She held Avril’s dazed, tear-streaked stare. Then, without breaking eye contact, she shoved the wet, sticky tip of the lollipop, rubbing it against her own clit. The friction was immediate, gritty with sugar dust and sweat. Her jaw tightened slightly, a sharp inhale catching in her throat. Not pleasure—preparation.
Avril groaned, trying to lift her chocolate-smeared head. Her lips parted weakly. Selena seized the moment. She jammed the lollipop deep into Avril’s mouth. Not gently. Hard. The plastic stick scraped teeth. The cherry-flavored sphere pressed against her palate. Avril choked, gagging around the intrusion. Her tongue pushed futilely against the hard candy. Saliva pooled instantly, slicking the stick. Selena twisted it. A wet, sticky *schlick* sound echoed. "Suck it," Selena commanded, her voice low and ragged. "Suck it clean." Avril’s eyes widened, panicked. She tried to spit it out, but Selena clamped a hand over her mouth, fingers digging into her pumpkin-stained jaw. Avril’s nostrils flared, sucking air desperately around the obstruction. Tears welled, cutting tracks through the chocolate paste on her cheeks.
Selena grabbed Avril’s armpit. Her fingers slid through sweat and pulp. She hauled. Avril’s bare back scraped concrete. Her legs dragged limply, smearing trails through the sticky cocktail of pumpkin guts and powdered sugar. The lollipop stick protruded grotesquely from her lips. Avril kicked weakly. Her heel connected with Selena’s shin. Selena grunted, stumbled, but didn’t release her grip. She tightened her hold, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath Avril’s arm. "Almost there, sweetheart," Selena said, dragging her another foot. The trunk’s shadow fell across Avril’s face.
Avril twisted—a clumsy, desperate arc. It wasn’t aimed at Selena’s face. It was lower. Her palm cracked against Selena’s chocolate-smeared ass cheek. The slap echoed. A pink handprint bloomed instantly on Selena’s pale skin. "Get—off!" Avril choked out around the lollipop. The slap wasn’t powerful, but it made Selena’s hips jerk and he rear end wobble.
Selena’s fingers dug deeper into Avril’s armpit flesh. She hauled harder. Avril’s bare shoulder blades scraped across a patch of spilled Pixie Stick powder mixed with pumpkin seeds. The grit tore skin. Thin trails of blood mingled with the neon pink dust. Her legs kicked, finding momentary traction against the car’s rear tire. She pushed—hard. Her hips lifted off the concrete. For a heartbeat, she wasn’t being dragged; she was leveraging herself. Her free hand shot down, fingers clawing at Selena’s inner thigh, nails raking toward the tender skin near her groin. Selena hissed, The grip loosened. Avril twisted, wrenching her arm free. She rolled onto her stomach, spitting the lollipop onto the concrete. She got one knee under her. "Not… happening!" she gasped.
"Wrong," Selena snarled.
She dragged Avril backward by the hair toward the trunk. Her hands slapped uselessly at Selena’s thighs. The trunk’s shadow swallowed them. Avril kicked wildly. Her foot caught the trunk’s hinge. Metal clanged. She used the leverage. Selena’s balance wavered. Avril, almost escaping the grip on her hair. Bur Selena slammed Avril’s face into the trunk’s metal lip. Avril went limp. Selena hooked her arms under Avril’s armpits. Lifted. Heaved. Avril’s bare torso folded over the trunk’s edge. Her legs dangled. Selena shoved hard. Avril’s hips slid forward. Her head thumped against a plastic skeleton tangled in fake cobwebs. Camera flashes lit the dark interior. Candy wrappers crinkled beneath Avril’s bare body.
Selena grabbed the trunk lid. Pulled it down. Avril stirred. Her eyes snapped open. Her hands shot up. Palms slapped against the descending metal. Avril pushed upward. Muscles strained in
her arms, shoulders, and back. Veins stood out on her pumpkin-stained neck. Her bare feet scrabbled against the trunk’s interior wall. She pushed harder. Grunting. The trunk lid lifted an inch. Selena leaned her weight onto it. Avril’s arms trembled violently. "Get… OFF!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the metal pressing down. Her legs kicked frantically inside the confined space.
Her fingers clawed blindly at the trunk’s ceiling. Her head pressed against the lid. She jammed her shoulder into the gap. The lid lifted another inch. Avril wedged her shoulder fully into the opening. Selena slammed her fist down onto the lid above Avril’s trapped shoulder. Avril screamed but didn't yield. She shoved harder. Her hips lifted. Her free hand reached out. Grabbed Selena’s wrist and yanked. Selena stumbled as the trunk lid flew open.
Selena fell forward. Her momentum carried her headfirst into the trunk’s dark interior. Her forehead cracked against the metal frame. She landed half on Avril, half dangling out.
Neither moved.
The impact left them tangled—Selena sprawled chest-down across Avril's tits, her legs dangling from the trunk’s edge. Skin slid against skin slicked with sweat, chocolate smears, and drying pumpkin pulp. Avril’s breath came in shallow gasps beneath her, ribs expanding against Selena’s sternum. The arena lights glared off Selena’s sweat-sheened spine, illuminating the deep imprint of Avril’s teeth on her shoulder. Below, Avril’s blonde hair fanned across a bed of wrappers.
Above, the jumbotron zoomed in—unflinching, intimate. It captured every detail: Selena’s naked body, Avril’s pubic hair glistening under the harsh glare. The screen lingered on Avril’s face, her lips parted, chocolate smeared across her cheek like war paint.
Selena couldn't see it. All she felt was Avril's ragged breaths beneath her chest, the sticky press of skin on skin. Pain sparked behind her eyes—sharp, insistent—from where her forehead had cracked against metal. One arm hung limp over the trunk’s edge. The other was trapped beneath her, numb. Her legs felt leaden. For a heartbeat, silence settled—broken only by Avril’s choked gasp beneath her weight. Then, sensation flooded back: the sting of scratches along her thigh, the deep ache in her shoulder where teeth had sunk in, the gritty smear of chocolate hardening on her ass cheek. Cool air prickled her exposed skin. Above them, the jumbotron’s harsh glare cast stark shadows.
Her palms pressed hard against Avril’s slippery ribs. She shoved upward, peeling herself away, her spine protesting as she arched back. Cameras flashed like strobes, blinding her sugar-burned eyes. She managed one knee beneath her, then the other. Her legs trembled violently. Sweat dripped into her lashes.
Her fingers scrambled past Avril’s bare hip, scraping the trunk’s gritty interior. She found the cold metal edge of the trunk lid. Gripped it and pulled down with all her weight.
Metal screamed against metal as the lid slammed shut—with Avril still trapped inside. Selena slumped against the trunk, her breath sawing through gritted teeth. She didn't hear the roar at first. Not until a spotlight pinned her against the car. Confetti rained down. The arena screens flashed: **SELENA GOMEZ - WINNER BY CONTAINMENT**. Cheers erupted, raw and hungry, echoing off concrete walls slick with pumpkin slime.
Selena slid down the trunk’s cold metal, her spine scraping paint. She landed hard on the gritty pavement. *Done*. The word echoed in her skull like a hymn. Every nerve screamed—her jaw throbbed, her ass burned where the jawbreaker had lodged, chocolate glue tugged at her skin. But beneath the agony bloomed relief, thick and narcotic. The nightmare was over. No more fists, no more suffocating velvet, no more candy-coated humiliation. Just cold concrete beneath her palms and the taste of victory—or survival—on her tongue.
