Making Cynthia the school's number #1 slut

Since it was Saturday, you had to wait two days until the pep rally. So in the mean time, you tested out Zen's powers, to see if he was the real deal. And he was. You made two wishes during the two days, as apparently that was Zen's limit. The first thing you wished for was the ability to talk to him telepathically, so you could make wishes without having to look like a weirdo. The second thing you agonized over, as you didn't want to wish for anything too flashy, so you wished that you were two inches taller.

Zen asked why you asked for that and you told him that you didn't want to wish for anything too crazy, that your family might notice. You're pretty sure one of your little brothers, Jacob did notice you talking to him, hence the first wish. However, since the door was shut, you told him you were just talking on the phone. He seemed to buy that, since he could couldn't hear Zen.

Then finally, the day came. You could hardly sleep the night before and when you woke up, you were jittery with excitement. You got up before the alarm, switched it off and hurriedly got dressed. You barely heard your mom say that Jacob was sick and to make sure John got to school. John was your other little brother, Jacob's twin. They had identical, short with brown hair and wiry builds. John watched you carefully as you made yourself breakfast. "What?" You asked. "Did you get taller?" He asked. You shrugged. "Maybe." John shrugged. "Anyway, Jacob is sick. So I'm staying home to take care of him." You blinked in surprise. "Is it that bad." John shook his head. "No, of course not. Which is why you should cover for me and tell Mom that I went to school. She won't be back till 5, and Dad not until later." You roll your eyes. "Fine, whatever."

Ordinarily, you'd ask for a favor, but today that was the furthest thing from your mind. You left your brothers at home and got in your car, then drove to school. You didn't bother to bring the box, as the last person to have touched it, you were the Master, or Mistress, in this case. And thanks to your telepathy, you could talk to Zen wherever he was. As such, as you drove to school, his golden-eyed human form rode shotgun, this version of the hologram dressed like a pilot from the 1920s, with gloves, a fancy scarf, aviator's cap and goggles. You snorted at his appearance, but he just ignored it.

After that, Zen's hologram changed into a tiny red dragon, which you saw crawling around your classroom most of the time. Occasionally he would change himself to look like the professor and say some outrageous thing, but otherwise it was an uneventful day. Not that you really paid attention, you were so focused on the up-coming pep rally that you barely heard a word your teachers said.

Then, it was time. You eagerly joined your fellow students and filed into the gym, where the pep rally was going to take place. You all took your seats on the bleachers and Principal Skinner came out. He led the school in the pledge of allegiance, then took his seat. As he did, the announcer tucked in front of the bleachers announced, "And now, to start us off, our very own Brightburg Baronesses!" The Baronesses was the name of the cheerleadering squad at your school, which was naturally headed up by Cynthia, as would be only natural. Ordinarily the thought would be bitter, but this time it was bathed in savage glee.

You made your wish telepathically. "I wish it was normal and expected for male students and staff to relieve the sexual urges by fucking the cheerleading squad regardless of what else was going on or who could see." Zen, who had taken his human form and was sitting in the empty seat besides you, grinned. "As you command, so it shall be." Then he snapped his fingers.

All at once, there was a shift in the atmosphere. Before where there had been tepid applause and an instrumental version of school's official song playing, now the applause was loud and saucy, sexy pop music filled the air. Then the Baronesses entered, and your jaw nearly hit the floor. Before their outfits had been modest, covering up their midsections, with long-sleeved tops in the school's blue and white color scheme and skirts that fell to the knee.

But because of your wish, things had changed. Now the cheerleaders wore mini-skirts that barely covered their asses, so as they entered, they flashed their panties every other step. Their tops were changed as well, as now they only wore bikini tops, two triangles of cloth covering their breasts. Cynthia lead the way and even more than usual, she was ravishing. Her blonde hair fell in golden tressles and her new and improved outfit showed off her magnificent ass and C-cup breasts.

As she pranced into the center of the gym, her tanned, toned body on full display, panties visible half the time, every male eye was on her. Cynthia flashed a double peace sign as she entered, the rest of the baronesses taking place behind her. She then glanced over at the announcer, who I now saw were a pair of guys crouched over a laptop and some audio mixing devices. They nodded, and for a second, the music died down.

Cynthia turned her back on the crowd, presenting us with a great view of her choice ass. Then, as lewd rap music began pouring out of the speakers, she and the other Baronesses began to dance. They strutted their stuff, twerking and grinding on each other, exchanging faux and real kisses, writhing sensually and rubbing their hands up and down their tight, nubile bodies. Every man in the gym was now staring, practically drooling onto the floor.

You cringed at each hip shake and booty bounce, how could you have not foreseen this? Cynthia was stupidly hot. Still, it wasn't over yet. She still had to fall. So you waited, the song seeming to take much longer than you remember. At last, it ended and Cynthia was handed a mic. "Alright, is everyone warmed up?" She asked. The men in the crowd roared in approval, while most of the girls rolled their eyes or watched with undisguised envy. Cynthia smiled, then made a gesture. All the Baronesses then formed a line, with her in the middle. "Then let's get this party started! Remember, it's first cum, first served. No pushing, and let's all be safe and have fun." She then handed the mic off to a non-cheerleader girl who took it back to the now empty announcer area.

Meanwhile, all the men and boys in the front row made a mad dash for the Baronesses, grabbing them and embracing them in kisses, hands fondling their breasts or grabbing handfuls of soft ass. Other men further back didn't bother to run, but instead formed semi-orderly lines. Most of the girls either watched, staring daggers or clearly day-dreaming at what was happening. Some started to stealthily rub themselves, but most just pulled out their phone. "I hate pep orgies," one of the girls behind you commented. "You'd think they'd at least bring in the football team for us, or let all the students participate, or something like that."

You were too focused on what was happening to really think about that though. You saw the so-called pep orgy breaking out in front of you, Baronesses being placed on the ground or pulled down onto cocks, bouncing up and down as others fucked their mouths, tits or were jerked off by them. Cynthia was no exception to this, a man laying down on the ground, his erect cock driving up towards her. She pulled her panties aside and mounted it, moaning in delight as she did so. Then another man came in from behind, pulling the buttplug in her ass out and begin to fuck her rear hole. A third man appeared and began fucking her mouth as she was bounced between the two cocks DP'ing her. Watching her face melt into an expression of rapture as she was made the school's cumdump, you couldn't take it. You would rather be doing anything else. Then, after a minute or two, the guys on her front and rear holes both came, pumping Cynthia full of cum. They pulled themselves off her and new participants came up to take their place. One was a guy you didn't recognize, another was your Science teacher, Mr. Baker, but you recognized the third. It was Lance Fitzgerald, stripped naked except for his socks. And he was packing a whopper of a cock.

Cynthia spread her arms wide, her bare breasts and face splattered with cum, her bikini top long gone, her panties ripped off and laying in a puddle of cum behind her. She then turned and bent over, spreading her ass cheeks to reveal her cum-stained ass and soaking wet pussy. Lance was the biggest, so he got first pick, so he climbed under her and let her pierce herself on him. Mr. Baker was next, inserting himself into her ass. The third guy got the mouth, which Cynthia began sucking vigorously in between moans of pleasure.

Seeing this, you can't take it anymore. You get up and walk out of the gym. No one goes to stop you, evidently too focused on whatever, or whoever, they are currently doing to notice. Once outside, you scream telepathically, "ZEN! What the hell!" Zen's hologram reappeared in front of you. "What?" He asked. "Isn't this what you wanted?" You shake your head. "No, this is not at all what I wanted. Now Cynthia is more popular than ever, at least with the guys. And she's currently getting wrecked by Lance! How is this a good situation?" Zen shrugged. "You shouldn't have wished it was 'normal' then, that made the whole situation much less embarrassing." You nearly explode at that. "But you were the one who suggested that!"

Zen moved to respond, then he paused. "Hey, can I keep this form and call myself Zen?" He asked out of nowhere. "What?" You ask. "Sure- but don't try to change the subject. Why did you recommend that wish to me?" Zen shrugged. "To be perfectly honest, I just wanted to see what would happen. I'd never thought of using my powers like that, so it seemed like an interesting experiment." You pause by a locker, rubbing your forehead. "That's, forget it. You need to help me fix this."

In response, Zen laughed. "Actually, I don't have to do anything for you anymore, Miss Miles." He smiled coldly at you. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must bid you adieu."

Then he was gone.