You run into Shubthula

Yawning, you slowly march towards school past the rows of cars in the parking lot. Despite your exhaustion, you notice something odd about the lot: none of your male friends have their cars here. The usual spots are taken by the Night School girls. You recognize Tee'N'Ay's saucer, Luna's pitch-black car covered in punk band logos, Angela's 1920's era automobile, and Betsy/Lady Liberty's "Libertymobile" decked out like the American Flag. You wonder why the Night School girls stayed here throughout the day and why none of the younger years or men are here.

Like clockwork, Shubthula comes running out to meet you. Normally, she seems reserved or confused at your presence, but today she seems excited. Her smile and wide eyes send a chill into your spine, as if you're staring into an unknowable void. Shubthula waves as she runs. "Sam! You've made it right on time!"

"What are you talking about?" You ask. "I'm pretty sure I'm running late."

She ignores your comment and grabs your arm. "I've been meaning to show you something for a while now! Come with me!"

"But I've got class!"

Once again, Shubthula ignores you and takes you inside the school. She drags your past the classes and takes you into the auditorium. Liane, her faithful cultist, is waiting for you both. She stands beside a podium that holds Shubthula's prized book.

"Wait here!" Shubthula leaves you in the middle of the room, then runs to the podium and opens the book. "Liane, begin the chant!"

Liane regards you with a cold stare. "My goddess, I don't mean to contradict you, but this mortal..."

Shubthula turns to her with a cold stare and a frightening, deep voice that echoes across the room. "Do not defy me, Liane."

The cultist puts her hands together and begins to pray in a nonsensical language. Shubthula opens the books and begins to read it. Green, cloudy tendrils of magic flow from the pages and wrap around her.

"Uh, Shubthula? What's going on?" You ask.

She ignores you and continues to chant. The green magic wraps around the room, making a spiral around you and wrapping around the podium. You begin to feel afraid. "Shubthula, I'd really like to know what's going on here!"

Shubthula looks up at you with a determined, serious expression. For a moment, her true form flickers into front of you, revealing her white eyes and tentacled hair. She opens her mouth, showing her fangs, and shouts while pointing a finger towards you.

"F'NALGN NIETHURE C'HGTAN SHUBTHULA!"

The magic expands and explodes in a burst of light. You shield your eyes and turn away before it bursts. As the light begins to die down, you become acutely aware of a rush of cold air around your body. Looking down, you realize in shock that the magic has disintegrated your clothing and that you're standing in the middle of the auditorium completely naked.

Your hands move on their own as you cover your cock. "What the fuck?! What did you just do?!"

You look back up to see Liane and Shubthula are both naked as well. Liane moves her arms from their praying position to cover her breasts and pussy from your view. Her blush only spreads as she turns to see her naked deity. Shubthula turns a bright shade of green instead of red. She carefully take her book and holds it open in front of her breasts while positioning herself so that the podium blocks her mound from view.

"Um...maybe I missed a step or two," Shubthula says meekly.

An echo of shrieks from the hallway hits your ears, and you realize Shubthula's spell has stripped everyone else of their clothes as well.