Jess tries to talk sense before practice

Jess counted her lucky stars that for the remainder of class Kevin seemed to have gone quiet on the wishing front. When the final school bell mercifully rang, signalling the end of classes for the day, the blonde cheerleader gathered the last of her things and hurried in the direction of the girl’s changing room adjacent to the gym, for cheer practice.

Though the most direct route to the changing room went past Miss Littlewood's classroom Jess decided to take the long way instead. She didn’t bother to wait for Nina either, hoping to avoid any awkward questions about her choice of route.

Walking against the flow of student flooding out of the school Jess almost felt relieved to have made it through the day like this – she realised she had been mentally building herself up to just get through school, as though the final bell would signal some relief. But Jess now found the queasy sensation in her stomach grow as she realised that Kevin could still make wishes whenever he wanted – her arbitrary point of survival was completely irrelevant.

Jess rushed into the locker room for cheer practice, she had expected to be one of the first to arrive but squealed with alarm as she stepped foot inside and almost ran straight into Sam. The redhead was talking to Cassie, Zara, Tiffany, and a handful of the other members of the squad in various stages of undress as they prepared to change into their ‘uniforms’.

“H-how did you get here before me?” Jess panted as she eyed the redhead uncomfortably.

Jess was at least relieved that Sam’s ears looked okay, meaning Kevin’s first wish clearly hadn’t been about her friend, but the very obviously slit cut into the crotch of Sam’s capris made the blonde’s eyes bulge in horror.

Sam turned, raising an eyebrow at Jess, “Oh, Mrs. Chen let us go early. Kevin was fucking me and I don’t think she could take another second without taking care of herself. I had to come and clean his cum out of my…”

As she spoke she started crossing the locker room towards Jess, her hand reaching out to slip a finger along the blonde’s thighs and taste her. Before she got too close though, Jess grabbed her wrist and tried to hold her back, “W-wait… wait, just… don’t… ok?”

Sam’s face soured along with the atmosphere in the rest of the room, the looks the rest of the squad were giving her made Jess feel like she’d just grown an extra head or something.

“Excuse me?” Sam recoiled.

“Jess… come on…” Cassie said slowly, like she was trying to stop a fight from breaking out, “Don’t be rude…”

The blonde swallowed nervously, she hadn’t expected quite such a fiery reaction and it took all of her strength to hold her nerve and not give in to their touching.

“Please… I just… I need to tell you something, I need to tell you all something…”

“Well let me taste you first, and then tell me…” Sam snipped, her eyes narrowing.

“After. I just… has anyone noticed anything weird going on? D-don’t you think it’s weird that you d-d-do that when you greet me?” she tried asking, looking around the room at all the bemused faces staring back at her. She knew it might be hopeless but she had to try…

Lauren, a petite auburn haired girl with an angelic face full of freckles, coughed awkwardly, “No? You taste good and like, you have those pheromones or something… right?”

Jess cringed, she needed to make them see how insane this all was, but it was like her own stupid magic kept them blind to all of it, “W-what about the cheerleading uniforms…?”

“What about them?” Sam cocked her head impatiently as she glanced over at Tiffany. The raven-haired girl had already slipped into the same too-revealing bra-like top that Jess had been wearing all day; she gave Sam a shrug of confusion in response.

“That we… don’t wear panties? That we can’t?” Jess stressed, looking between them.

“That’s just tradition,” Cassie responded, “Eastlake cheerleaders have never worn underwear – it gives the players and fans a quick thrill, but it’s not like we go out of our way to show off… I mean you could obviously, no one would mind if you went bottomless.”

There was a smattering of mumbled nods of agreement as all of the girls looked in Jess’s direction. Humiliated, Jess tried to change tack.

“W-what about the fact that you fucked Master in class?” she stressed, looking at Sam with pleading eyes.

The redhead responded by rolling her eyes and scoffing, “Is this about Kevin again? Jess, If you have a problem with my owner then you have a problem with me.” Sam gave her a stern stare.

At that moment Nina walked into the locker room behind Jess and casually slipped a hand beneath the blonde’s too short skirt, her fingers gliding across her dripping sex, “Hey girls… what’s… uh? Everything okay?”

Jess let go of Sam’s wrist and buried her face in her hands at Nina’s touch, letting out a squeal of shock and arousal as she straightened her legs and involuntarily arched her back, thrusting her pussy back towards the girl needily. Nina started licking her fingers as she looked around the obviously tense room.

“It’s fine… uh… Jess is just stressed…” Cassie spoke slowly, trying to be diplomatic.

“I’m not stressed!” Jess snapped, “Everything is wrong and you can’t see it because I’m… I’m a… I’m a…” Jess stammered, she tried to say the word ‘genie’ but it was like her mouth refused to cooperate. The flustered blonde stomped one of her feet in frustration, shuddering as she squealed to herself, it was like her voice had been entirely muted every time she tried to say it.

After a moment the blonde gave up with a snort, her shoulders dropping in resignation.

“Okay… go ahead…” she murmured, lifting her hands to her waist and whimpering quietly as each of the other girls in the squad stepped forward and took their turn running their fingers across her bare sex and thighs, scooping up little specks of her wetness with every sweep of their fingertips.

“That’s better…” Sam sighed, as she sucked one of her fingers clean and gave Jess another skeptical look, “… I don’t know what’s wrong but, like, can we just get on with practice please? I don’t want to have a fight in front of Kevin.”

Jess’s heart caught in her throat, as she tried to stay calm and ignore the constant stroking she was receiving between her parted thighs, “In front of Master? He’s… he’s going to watch practice?”

Sam nodded, “Uh huh, so like… please don’t be weird?”

Jess cringed, knowing that if Kevin was going to watch them practice there was a good chance that things were going to get very, very weird...