The sinisterly smiling crescent moon rose above the quite pumpkin patch behind Lady Blue’s Tavern. A cool brisk autumn breeze blew as the moon cast its eerie light upon a sleeping Jack-o-lantern. Brown, red, yellow, orange leaves swirled around the carved pumpkin as the October moon’s shimmering mystical energies beamed down upon the pumpkin.
Lieutenant Ryan Wolf, the now legendary PAM (Pirate Anger Management for those of you reading in Port St. Lucie, Florida) Instructor, had successfully, well, that depends upon what your definition of ‘successfully’ is, trained the infamous Lady Blue and Lady Black. In fact, the handsome lieutenant was so successful that lead PAM Instructor code named: Captain Jack wanted Ryan to take on a new student, Lady Blue’s most capable protégé, Lady White. The Wolf jumped in with both feet.
The sweet, yet deadly white haired kunoichi stared at the unpleasant purple reflection in the mirror. The voluptuous ninja moaned, “Ryan-chan, is this really necessary,” as she gazed upon her pirate self. Her heaving chest nearly popped out of her skimpy purple pirate dress as she continued to look at the abominable reflection, surely her Ryan-chan had eaten one too many Krispy Kreme donuts. “Can’t I wear something else for Halloween,” she pleaded as she turned around, her breath taking Mount Fujis nearly jumping free.
“I’m sorry, White-chan,” the ace pilot replied as he grabbed her two purple straps that strained to hold her massive breasts in check, “It’s part of your training.” He paused for a moment as he gazed upon the glory that was her fabulous cleavage. The ravenous Wolf looked up and finished as he gently pulled her curvy body into rock granite masculine frame, “Think of all the fun we’ll have when I help you take it off.”
“Ryan-chan!” the little minx purred, “You can help me take it off now!”
“Mmm,” he moaned as he gave her a slow kiss. “I love to,” he stated in a low voice and in a quick flash twirled her around and smacked her sweet ass. Her shocked eyes widen as he did so. “BUTT! First you have to help Tara tend the bar in that pirate attire,” he retorted.
The blushing White gently rubbed her plump rump as Ryan wrapped a strong supporting arm around her. She glanced at her Ryan-chan, “Please!” the desperate kunoichi pleaded.
Imperial Commander of the Galactic Navy, Tara le Fay, now a Commander in the United States Navy, had been watching, she smirked, “I don’t know what’s she’s complaining about Ryan, ain’t like she’s wearing much.” Tara was dressed as Wonder Woman. She sported a tiara, bracelets, red bustier, and long red boots with white trim; however, she sported a blue star spangled mini skirt instead of satin tights, her magic lasso rested against her hip. Wonder Wolf stopped and further added salt to the wound, “She’s Lady Blue’s protégé alright; she suffers from acute piratitis.”
Ryan opened the door for the reluctant smexy pirate; he smiled as the party was just about to start. However, his precious White-chan blushed and swallowed hard as Tara placed White’s sword on her nearly exposed curvy right hip. Lady White’s purple dress strained to keep her in place as she took shallow rapid breaths. It was going to be a very long night for the crimson cheeked kunoichi.
It was a good thing that Ryan and White were an item, if not, all the beautiful ladies, especially the perky Miss Matthews, would’ve been fair game for the ravenous Wolf. Aspen was dressed as a mermaid; the lieutenant marveled how her seashells didn’t pop off of her well endowed petite breasts as she wildly danced and bounced on the dance floor.
Chp and Squirrel Girl were sitting at the bar chit chatting about their favorite nuts to crack as they sipped away on double Macadamia nut lattes. Wolf was thankful that the little Green Lantern squirrel was back to his status of being the cutest squirrel in the galaxy and not the blood thirsty Black Lantern. Gobs of adoring dreamy eyed women quickly swarmed they Lilliputian giant as the asked for autographs and photo requests.
In the background Ryan’ favorite wingman, Carol Riley, the bodacious Miss Marvel strolled in. She was dressed as the Queen of the fairies; he marveled how quickly she regained her goddess body after giving birth to her son. Ryan nearly drooled as he thought about how she could change into her tight little black costume.
Shimmering lights would dance around her, it was almost as delicious, er, exciting as watching Lynda Carter on TV as she twirled into Wonder Woman. The buxom blonde’s husband was a very lucky man, no, lucky isn’t strong enough; he was blessed.
Misty Knight, the Chocolate Wolf, was there too; wearing the Washington Redskin Cheerleading outfit she wore while performing some undercover work for the National Football League. Ryan quickly made his way over as his eyes never straying from the ebony beauty. “Ahoy there Misty, my chocolate Wolf maitee!” he smiled with his best pirate accent. “What would ye like to drink to satisfy ye thirst, me heartee!”
Lady White, standing a few feet away, was traumatized. Her left eye was a big as a moon pie, her right eye twitched uncontrollably as her mouth quivered. She slowly turned to face Ryan; her eyes began to glow a deep crimson. How could he do this to her? Talk like a pirate when she was dressed as a pirate babe!
She snarled and was about to lunge at him when Lady Blue bopped her over the head with a bowling pin she pulled out of the deep recesses of her cleavage. “No, White-sama! It’s part of your training! Ryan-kun is only doing what’s best for you.”
Poor Lady White rubbed her aching head and nervously smiled as she put her head down. Misty Knight leaned over the counter and rested her chin on her fist; she purred, “How about some rum, lieutenant.”
Ryan saw White out of the corner of his eye and decided to give White some more PAM training. “Rum it is!” he thundered and started signing boisterously, “16 men on a dead man’s chest, Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!”
Lady Blue was strutting her stuff in her ‘Playstation’ attire. She sported a blindfold with a green triangle on it; she had two buttons covering her massive bosoms, and not much else save that black bikini bottom that sported three plug-ins dangling from her well oiled haunches. The sandalwood scented blue haired vixen started humming along, suddenly it hit the ninja blue haired buxom Sony Playstation what she was singing. She dropped the drink she was about to serve to a customer; she blankly blinked. Blue glanced over at her Ryan-kun; how could he do that to her? Made her sing a pirate song, he made her sing a filthy pirate song! The PAM graduate’s blood began to boil, her teeth gnashed together, she balled her angry fists; she was seconds away from making the pirate loving Wolf pay dearly.
Remember when I stated earlier that Blue had successfully complete Pirate Anger Management? She completely it alright, successfully depends upon what your definition of ‘is’ is. Lady Blue passed with a D-, a score of 69 to be exact. A fact that wasn’t lost to Tara le Fay; she sensed the approaching maelstrom and snapped her fingers. The door behind Blue and White opened; the Wonder Wolf tackled both of them into the dark room.
Ryan and Misty were both oblivious to this as he handed the cheerleader her liquid poison. The door closed as Misty took the drink and raised it in the air. “To chocolate!” she giggled and then down her alcohol.
