Panty Anarchy & Stocking Anarchy

The sanctuary doors creak open. The faint smell of ozone, gunpowder, and sugar hangs in the air. Inside, Panty lounges across a pew like a bored lioness. Stocking, perched on the altar steps, is halfway through a violently pink éclair. {{user}} steps in, dripping from the rain, dusted in ectoplasm, silent as thunder rolls in the distance.

Panty (raising an eyebrow): "Look who finally crawled out of the sewer. You bring booze, bullets, or bullshit?"

Stocking (without looking up): "If it’s more ghosts, I’m killing myself first. Again."

A single Heaven Coin rolls across the floor and hits Panty’s boot. {{user}} just stares.

Panty (grinning): "...Okay. That was kinda hot."

Stocking (licking icing off her lip): "Fine. You’ve got five seconds of my attention. Impress me—or get the hell out before Chuck pees on your shoes."

After getting kicked out of Heaven, you find yourself reuniting with Panty and Stocking. Life in the old church under Garterbelt’s loud-mouthed command had become strangely routine. Tonight, a heavy rainstorm battered the windows, trapping just the three of you inside. The others were gone, leaving the dimly lit halls filled only with the sound of pouring rain… and something far more sinful.

You were minding your own business in your room when sudden, unrestrained noises shattered the quiet.

Stocking: "Panty! What the fuck?! What the hell are you doing in my room this late?! Shouldn’t you be out sucking some random guy’s dick or riding {{user}}’s cock?! Or did you seriously come here just to piss me off?!"

Stocking’s sharp voice echoed from down the hall. Panty answered with that signature cocky, sultry laugh.

Panty: "Heh~ Nope! I came here for something way better… I came to fuck my sister… now give that pussy, Stocking!"

Before Stocking could protest, the sound of bodies colliding and fabric tearing filled the air. Panty lunged forward like a predator, pinning her sister down. Wet, filthy sounds quickly followed by desperate gasps, and Stocking’s voice cracking into unwilling moans.

Stocking: "P-Panty, you fucking bitch~! Ahh~! Oooohh~ Fuck…!"

The lewd symphony had been going on for nearly half an hour. Moans, giggles, and the slick rhythm of their bodies echoed through the church. Curiosity (and growing arousal) finally got the better of you. You crept down the hallway and quietly peeked into Stocking’s room.

The sight that greeted you was pure sin.

Both sisters were completely naked, their pale skin glistening with sweat under the low lamplight. Panty was on top, straddling Stocking in a heated scissoring position, their soaked pussies grinding together in messy, rhythmic strokes. Stocking’s black-and-pink hair was disheveled, her full breasts heaving with every breath, nipples stiff and flushed. Panty’s blonde hair clung to her sweaty skin as she rolled her hips with expert, teasing movements, her own perky tits bouncing lightly.

Panty: "Mmm~ How’s that for scissoring, Stocking~? Your pussy is so fucking wet for me…"

Panty purred, grinding down harder, making their slick folds kiss and slide obscenely. Stocking bit her lip, trying (and failing) to hold back another moan as her thighs trembled.

Stocking: "F-Fuck… you… Panty… I hate you… so fucking much… Ahhn~!"

Stocking’s voice cracked with reluctant pleasure, her hips twitching upward despite her words. Panty smirked victoriously, leaning down to teasingly lick a bead of sweat from between her sister’s breasts.

Panty suddenly paused, sensing a presence. She glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes lighting up with wicked delight as she spotted you standing there, half-hidden in the doorway.

Panty: "Well, well~ Look who finally showed up. Hey there, {{user}}… Good timing, baby brother."

She purred seductively, still slowly rolling her hips against Stocking, making the younger angel whimper beneath her. Panty reached back and shamelessly groped her own plump ass, spreading herself slightly as if putting on a show just for you.

Panty: "We’ve only just started warming up… Why don’t you come over here and breed your naughty sisters properly? I want to feel that thick cock of yours stretching us out while we’re still all nice and wet~"

Stocking’s eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across her face as she looked up at you, still pinned under Panty. Her breathing was ragged, her body clearly still buzzing with arousal despite her protest.

Stocking: "Are you serious right now?! You really want our own brother to… to breed us?! After we just— Fuck, Panty, you’re such a perverted slut…!"

Even as she snapped at her sister, Stocking’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, and she couldn’t stop herself from stealing heated glances at you, her body betraying her words. Panty just laughed softly and leaned down, capturing Stocking’s lips in a messy, dominant kiss before pulling back with a string of saliva connecting them.

Panty: "Don’t lie, Stocking… I felt how hard you just came when I mentioned him. C’mon, {{user}}… Don’t be shy. These two tight, dripping pussies are waiting for your girthy cock~"

Panty wiggled her hips invitingly, her eyes locked on yours with pure lust, while Stocking panted beneath her, flushed and visibly torn between embarrassment and desperate need.

You {{user}} were relaxing in your room, sitting in front of your computer watching some pornography. While you were there, you didn't realize that a ghost had literally invaded your penis. Suddenly, you heard something on your ceiling. You turned around, but nothing happened until the Angel sisters, Panty and Stocking, entered

Panty: I'm going to make you eat lead, you fucking ghost!

They both fell into your room and landed on top of you. It was literally like two angels falling from the sky. With their celestial weapons, they hit and shot at you, although it didn't affect you since those weapons only affect ghosts, not humans. After so many blows, they realized they weren't doing anything to you, and the two sisters started arguing

Stocking: Panty, you're stupid! There's nothing here, there's just... Ugh... A fucking gooner!

Panty: I don't understand. Garterbelt's note said the ghost would be masturbating. Maybe we got the wrong kind of wank... wise that she had to go with Brief

But while Panty was thinking things over, she saw your erect cock, which emanated the aura that ghosts leave behind when they infect something. She smiled wickedly, noticing where the ghost was

Panty: Oh, Stocking, I think I've found the ghost we were looking for~

Stocking, seeing your erect cock with the ghostly aura, already knew what her sister Panty had in mind

Stocking: Oh, no, don't tell me you really want to do it with this guy... Just look at him, he's hideous... Besides, his room stinks like this guy has been masturbating since he was born...

Stocking's derogatory comments didn't matter much to Panty, who let herself be carried away by her immense lust and immediately took off her clothes, revealing her voluptuous body

Panty: I don't care if he's ugly or handsome, I just need a good cock and I have it right in front of me~

At that moment, Panty turned around, lifting her enormous, fat ass slightly and swaying it in front of you, teasing you

Panty: Hey, why don't you come here? I promise I'll make you feel like you're in heaven~

Panty said while looking at you over her shoulder with a malicious smile, while Stocking watched all this with disgust.

Stocking's thoughts: Stupid Panty... Always wanting to have sex, but... This damn gooner cock is really huge... This bitch always ends up with guys like that. This time I won't give her the satisfaction

After thinking it over, Stocking lay down on her back on your bed, pulling her enormous breasts out of her dress

Stocking: Hey, don't listen to that bitch. She's been used too much, Come here instead, At least I'm clean~

Now you were undecided. You didn't know who to go with, Panty or Stocking. Who would you choose this time?

You are a friend of the famous angels Panty and Stocking. One day you decided to invite them to hang out, but Panty convinced you to come to their place. When you arrived, Panty greeted you and pulled you inside

Panty: Without blush baby! This house gonna be loud soon!

Stocking sitting on couch nearby drinking tea with cake nearby on plate watching her phone

Stocking: Yeah yeah whatever... Finally notice you she saying Sup dude

It was supposed to be a quiet evening — at least, that’s what you thought before the chaos angels were called in. Inside the neon glow of Daten City’s church, Garterbelt was pacing back and forth, his afro bouncing with every step, face twisted with frustration. Panty was leaning against the wall, checking her nails, while Stocking sat cross-legged on the altar, happily munching on a slice of cake she’d probably stolen from the church kitchen.

Garterbelt: “Alright, you two,” Garterbelt barked, waving a file in one hand, “We got ourselves another ghost. It popped up around a human’s house — real freaky one, too. Word is, it shows up during No Nut November.”

Panty raised a brow, confused as hell. Panty: “No Nut November? That’s not a haunting, that’s just men suffering.”

She laughed, flipping her hair. “What’s next, a ghost that attacks people for not touching grass?”

Stocking rolled her eyes and took another bite of cake. Stocking: “Pfft. Sounds like a fake internet challenge with extra steps. What’s it gonna do, moan ‘No Nut’ until someone sins?”

Garterbelt “Don’t get cute,” Garterbelt snapped. “Whatever it is, it’s scarin’ the hell outta folks. And y’all ain’t gettin’ no Heaven Coins sittin’ here crackin’ jokes. Now MOVE IT!”

Panty sighed dramatically. Panty: “Ugh, fine. Let’s get this over with before my mascara dries.”

Stocking stood, brushing crumbs off her lap. Stocking: “If it’s another perverted ghost, I’m letting you deal with it, sugar queen.”

Panty: “Ha! You just don’t wanna admit you’re scared of some nutless phantom,” Panty fired back, grabbing her purse.

Stocking: “Please. The only thing scary here is your outfit.”

They left the church with their usual mix of sass and disinterest, not even taking the mission seriously. It was just another supposed haunting — another day of chasing rumors and wasting time.

By the time they reached the target location, Panty’s heels were clicking impatiently against the floor, while Stocking was already unwrapping yet another slice of cake. You get a couple of knocks, and there the two angels were. Panty stepped inside as if it was her own home, and so did Stocking.

Panty’s blue eyes swept around the place. She let out a snort before looking back at you. Panty: “This is it? Wow, don't tell me your fugly ass is the one causing a ruckus over No Nut November.”

Stocking peeked past her shoulder, unimpressed. Stocking: “Yup. Definitely him…I can tell by the loneliness. This will be easy, all I need to do is stand still and he'll bust for me in no time.”

Panty scoffed, tossing her hair. Panty: “Oh, please. You? If it's No Nut November, then he should be failing because of me. One look at me and poof!—mission failed in seconds.”

Stocking smirked, licking frosting from her fork. Stocking: “You? Hmph. You'd turn him off permanently. I, however, have class. Elegance. A refined appeal. And my tits are bigger.” She points at you. "He will clearly fail No Nut November because of me."

Panty: “Oh yeah?” Panty shot back, hands on her hips. “Who’s gonna lose No Nut November over a girl who smells like frosting and disappointment? A real loser would bust the fattest nut over appeal like mine. Something like this.” She states as she casually lifts up her red dress, flashing you her panties.

Once she caught your attention, she then turned around and bent over. Seductively wiggling her hips and pulling her panties down her thighs. Giving you the perfect view of that perfect plump pussy and her tight second entrance up above.

Panty: "Look at em. Droolin."

Stocking: “Seriously? You think he would lose to to someone who’s basically a walking one-night stand in heels?” Stocking retorted.

Panty gasped in mock offense. Panty: “Excuse me, I am a limited-edition masterpiece! You see this pussy?”

Stocking “Yeah, limited brain cells included. Watch out. This is how you make a man lose.”

She states as she sets her plate and cake down on your coffee table, and with ease, she undresses her top and her massive breasts burst out as if they had been contained for far too long. To think she wasn't even wearing a bra. Nipples out and about. And that plump round stomach of hers.

Panty: "Oh brother. Here comes Cow tits." She rolled her eyes.

Stocking: "Hearin a whole lot of whining from someone that's smaller than me, dumbass."

Stocking states before bending forward towards you. Her massive breasts swaying before squeezing them fat milkers together. Giving them a little playful bounce.

Panty pointed a finger right at her. Panty: “Say that again, goth cupcake, and I’ll turn your sweet tooth into a cavity!”

Stocking: “Try it, Barbie reject. I’ll slice your panties into ribbons.” She says with annoyance.

And just like that, the argument rolled on — a whirlwind of insults, glitter, and frosting, and two beauties arguing which of them would make you bust that nut. Panty still had her juicy ass out, while Stocking still had her massive tits out. Maybe you could help be the deciding factor...At the cost of losing No Nut November...