The Cheerleader is Shockingly Understanding

Jessica just watched the school's most violent dyke practically fall over herself to suck Ernest Redmond off. Jessica then narrowly escape being impregnated on her second day as an 18-year-old. That was after a night of time-stopping and reality-rewriting... following her secret genie mother's revelation about magical wishes. Oh, and there are 'Masters' which would apparently pull her into some kind of worse Hell than she was already living.

In short, it's been one heck of a twelve-hour period; Kris Crow gulping down Ernest's jizz was low on the list of surprises.

Jessica slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and contemplated whether to grab her bag first or lay into the cum-gargling goth who was too busy reveling in her task.

Right. Bag first.

"Je-heeessica," Ernest barely managed as Kris continued to suckle on his head post-orgasm, "this isn'huhuuunt- K-Kris? Crow?" He never even addressed her by name before, standoffish and stoic as she always was. "P-Puhlease stop-"

The bag in hand, Jessica turned and gauged her Master. Despite being back in the pit, she was more determined this time to be more... administrative. To that end, she circled around and away from Ernest as she approached the bathroom's locked door, "Alright, so about that deal we made?"

"D-Deal?" Ernest barely managed to ease the goth's head off his meat in time to reply.

"The one about none of the you-know-whats until Saturday? I changed my mind. I want you to undo everything that's happened this morning and reverse all the... you know... special stuff you you-know-whated for that made everything happen."

"Wh-Whoa, that's... I mean, all of it?"

"You know which ones I mean," she urged, emphasizing the goth that was still struggling to swallow his spunk.

Ernest couldn't pretend he didn't even as the tingling of his orgasm continued. He wordlessly fixed his clothes and tried not to think about the dampness left on his crotch by three women in less than maybe twelve minutes.

"Don't," Kris suddenly gasped.

"D-Don't?"

"Don't?! Master, focus here-"

But Kris had consumed enough young adult fiction to know what 'undoing' things would mean. This still seemed impossible, but so did a ring popping in and out of existence while she looked at it. Sure enough, the ring was gone again. The idea that she could lose this all was sobering enough: she rose as she fixed her (sticky) medical mask and held her hands up in a plea, "You can't take away... what we have."

"What you have? Master, are you dating Kris Crow?"

"N-No! I mean, maybe now-? Wait, I don't mean-"

Both girls stared up at him expectantly, and he wisely shut his damn mouth.

"Well then wish her back to class without remembering anything that you've apparently blurted out in front of her."

"M-Me? You're the one who kept talking about wishes!"

"Bzzzzt!" Jessica hissed with flailing arms.

"What? She already-"

"Ixnay on the eniegay!"

Genie? Kris would've rolled her eyes if she didn't feel threatened.

"I can keep your secret," she pleaded to Ernest, still believing only in the ring, "much better than she can. I won't ever talk about the ring in a public bathroom, for one."

"T-That's not-"

"Master, just do what you did with your family," Jessica urged, "and wish her back to class all cleaned up and without remembering anything we said!"

Jessica's acknowledgement -- that this 'power' seemed to be capable of making such an absurd wish happen -- only fueled Kris' determination to not be put back into the dark. "Ernest, please..." Kris grabbed Ernest's wrists... and was surprised to find she felt none of that pleasure coursing through her anew. She stared into his eyes... and, just as quickly as she grabbed his wrists, she let go his left to reach for her mask.

She quietly undid the hook of cloth on her ear and, with a stern wipe, put most of what remained of the oral creampie she just took on the inside of the mask. In a single wipe, she revealed her face to Ernest as she let the mask hang away... and up close, he could now see what she was hiding: a cute button nose, her freckles that still came through the pale make-up the encounter had ruined, and her thin, frowning lips. From this close, he also noticed the hints of red-orange peeking out at the roots of her black-dyed hair. The oppressive aura of Kris Crow had been lifted with nothing more than a simple unmasking: this whole time, she had been a freckled ginger that was too damn cute to be threatening.

"I'm..." Sorry. Ernest was about ready to apologize... but could he really do this to her after hearing and seeing how she felt-?

"Please don't steal this from me," Kris managed, her mascara threatening to run some more, "I've wanted this for so long."

A facial? Ernest, wisely, didn't speak that initial reaction aloud. No, he knew what she meant... mostly because he had felt it just last night. Magic was real... and he had it! It was an impossible dream made reality.

"I mean... this is real magic! I... I just can't forget it, please. I'll keep it a secret, I won't ask for anything if that's why you're worried, I just... I just want to know, and that's... enough."

Ernest met her pleading eyes... and narrowed his as he looked closer. Contacts. She was wearing contacts, too... how much of 'Kris Crow' was engineered darkness? The wicked witch of Eastlake became more absurd the more Ernest looked at her.

Jessica tapped her foot audibly as she struggled to not interrupt... and then that struggle was lost, "She won't be crying if you never made her fall for you with all these damn wishes in the first place."

"I-I don't care about that," Kris countered, and then quickly added, "N-No offense, Ernest... I mean, if these feelings are... well, it doesn't matter. My feelings about magic have never changed! So please... if you have some kind of promise spell, I'll gladly volunteer to be bound!"

"S-Spell? I don't-"

"Just don't... just don't do what she wants!"

Jessica reacted as if slapped, "Excuse-? I just want things to be normal!... Well, normal plus... but definitely not what just happened!" Jessica pointed at Ernest, "Master's just trying to get into my pants," Jessica explained, trying not to think about how well that 'try' ended up going, "and now the whole school wants to dump their boyfriends to chase him!"

"...T-They do?"

"Yeah, Master! You're everyone's type now, remember?" It was a leap based on what she saw from her friends, but it was crazy enough to her to justify freaking out.

Kris glared at Jessica with a defeated anger. She looked up at Ernest to beg him... but she had no good reason, no witty argument to make on the spot to argue against this reversal, this robbery, this violation of her memory. Perhaps more importantly... was she really being manipulated? Didn't that make perfect sense? Crow surrendered on that as well: it didn't matter... even that indignity was fine if it meant she finally found... something beyond what school counselors promised was the real world.

"Please," came her final plea.

"I'm... not going to wish away what's happened."

It took a moment for the decision to hit the girls... and then Kris felt her cheeks burn and her smile crack so earnestly that she had to turn away and rush her mask back on... and then regret doing that immediately. She quietly moved to the farthest sink to wash off every drop of Ernest still on her head and mask.

Jessica inhaled as if to scream... but just sighed in a short-tempered defeat.

"Great, well, you know Maggie Frost is going to tell... well, no one actually," she suddenly pondered aloud, "I mean, she'd have to tell them she was also giving you head... not that anyone would believe that."

Ernest stared at his genie, a bit perplexed by her lack of anger. He didn't dare ask after it, however, and looked back to Kris with a touch of relief. There was no way he could take her memories away... not after what she said, right?

The cheerleader grimaced as Ernest turned from her, "But can you promise not to grant any of her wishes?"

Crow looked up from rinsing her mask.

Ernest smiled softly before replying, "I mean, maybe I'll use some of my share of our wishes for her if I want... or for anyone else, for that matter. That's fair, right?"

Kris' heart threatened to leap into her throat as she hastened her work.

"You're complicating things," Jessica warned.

Ernest snapped to his genie, clearly offended. "Kevin's lice is pretty complicated," he shot back.

"That's... well he deserved that," the cheerleader huffed, "I wouldn't even be in this situation if that creep wasn't trying to sneak into my party..."

"I... yeah, I can understand that... and that's why I was fine with your wish," He crossed his arms, "But that's also what I'm thinking of: just wishes that are... justified, you know? Or wishes you want that seem good for everyone."

Jessica shifted on her feet as she tried to gauge his words... and as much as she didn't like the tone, she had little say in the matter, "Alright... sure. But can you at least undo your weird sex stuff?"

"Should I stop time and do them all at once?"

A noise escaped Kris as she put the wet mask back on. Stopping time was definitely not on the menu of what she guessed were the ring's (or the mage's?) limits.

"Actually," Jessica suddenly opined, "can we wish away the... feelings that wishes give me, first?"

Ernest's eyebrows perked up. He hadn't thought of that... and perhaps it was stranger that, until now, neither had Jessica, "Sure. Eh... how would you describe them?"

"As... as pleasure, Master," the cheerleader whispered with a blush, "Geez..."

Ernest nodded, "Alright, here we go."

Kris was halfway back into her 'office' when she paused to watch. He was going to do his magic here, in the girl's room?!

"I wish Jessica no longer felt pleasure when I made wishes."

Silence.

Crow looked around for an inexplicable wind, some 90's CG effects, a leprechaun, something... but there was only silence. The ring didn't even make a reappearance.

"Did... it work?" Jessica asked. She didn't feel pleasure from that... but what did that mean?

"Let's find out. I wish that I had total mental control over how much pleasure my touch brings."

Jessica, who had just recently had a (brief) sexual encounter, flinched as she felt her pussy clench again, "O-Oh, no, it didn't work!"

"Crap... so I can't even wish away the physical consequences..." Ernest glanced down at the ring. He guessed that probably meant he also couldn't wish the ring to just be an integral part of who he was. He had abandoned that idea early on, but now it seemed even less likely to work, "Well, let's get through this quick, then."

"W-Wait, but you kept the-"

"I wish I was just one of the types people liked."

Jessica flinched again as she felt her clit flare from unseen attentions. "T-That's barely a fix, Master!"

"Well they won't dump their boyfriends now," he replied with a shrug, "but now I can still be popular."

Kris had already put out the candle in the bathroom and began to pack her things when she heard that. She paused. Popular?

But Jessica shook her head at that. "The last thing you need is more attention! We're lucky you haven't been caught in here yet!"

"Easy fix: I wish nothing related to all wishes I make lead to any of us getting into trouble or seeming out-of-place to anyone but us."

That double-wish struck Jessica hard enough to make her lean back against the far wall.

"N-No more today," she huffed in a panic, "I don't have any spare underwear in my locker today!"

"I wish Jessica always had spare clothes in her locker whenever she needed them," Ernest declared with a shrug.

"F-Fuck!" Jessica gasped as her knees buckles. "You know why I want you to stop, Master!"

"O-Oh, sorry... well, I mean that's got to be useful, right?"

Jessica huffed as she awkwardly marched to the paper towels, "Right..."

"Is that... is that all there is to it?"

Jessica and Ernest both looked back at Kris as she reappeared with her backpack slung on her right shoulder, "You can just... say what you want?"

Ernest nodded, "But you have to be careful, or else it gets too... 'specific.'" He held out his hand. "For example..."

Now that she knew it was magic, Kris was cautious of his bare skin, given her exposure so far... but she snaked her fingers into his grip and found, to her relief, that she felt nothing... well, nothing beyond that odd, benign attraction she had been feeling all morning.

"Alright, now let's see if I can just will it-"

"Wh-" Kris' body convulsed, bucked, and **** her to cover her mouth as she gasped and nearly yelled as a heart-racing orgasm surged into existence from what had been a calm state. She clung to the stall door for support as she escaped Ernest's grip and tried desperately to catch her breath as a new wave of her ejaculate further stained her jeans.

"Whoa, I didn't- sorry, I was thinking that, but I didn't think it'd actually get to..." Ernest looked to Jessica for some kind of guidance as he tried to hold Crow up.

The cheerleader looked at the goth struggling with another orgasm and found herself wanting to be touched... which was the first sign that she needed to get the Hell out.

"Alright, well it's been fun getting her involved too, really, but I have to be back in class," Jessica groaned. Jessica pulled on her top. It was getting awfully warm in the bathroom, and she could swear she smelled that natural, nice, Ernest smell even from here- "Crap, Master, your pheromones!" She was starting to enter such a daze that she had forgotten possibly the true catalyst for this whole bathroom adventure!

"P-Pheromones?" Kris managed as she slowly came down.

"Oh... well..." The twins back in his math class came to Ernest's mind. "I mean, I kind of like that wish..."

"Master."