Now remember how I said that Samantha was a goth as well as a cheerleader? This is because not only is there enough goths who go to East Hampton to excuse something like that, but the majority of the goths were siblings and cousins, descendants of one of Glendale’s founders. This founder happened to be a witch, Magdoria Salem, and was the inventor of the original Transform or Dare curse a handful of centuries ago. Most if not all of the goths in school, therefore, literally had witchcraft baked into their blood, and decided to honor their heritage by being part of the goth subculture.
Samantha, being a cheerleader, would be something of an oxymoron to most folk. In Glendale, however, the idea that a goth wouldn’t want to try out for the cheer team was kinda reductive. At the time, really the only prerequisites for joining was to be athletic, sexy, and an alpha bitch. Samantha happened to tick all of those boxes, and also had dark magic in her bloodline.
Samantha at the moment, however, was slightly starting to regret joining the squad all those years ago. Had she known that the hazing she’d enjoyed inflicting on loser nerds would get her steeped in this much lunacy, she’d have embraced the idea of being a stereotypical goth girl and not joining athletics of any kind. At least she was fairly certain she could probably find a way out of her predicament and all would return to normal.
In any case, it was second period. For Samantha it meant Biology class, and today was the big frog dissection unit. She’d already come to terms with the fact that she was four feet tall and stacked like a porn star all of the sudden, and that she apparently wasn’t hiding her dick nipples and showing them off for all to see. One of the others must’ve gotten some command from a pervert that made this happen to her bodies, but on the bright side she’d only gotten a little bit of scolding after riding an invisible dildo on her seat. All she had to do was dissect her frog, identify its internal organs, and explain what each part does. Easy-peasy, right?
Of course she was so focused on her assignment that she forgot she shared this class with one of the preppies, Eloise. She’d received a few texts from both her fellow preppy Olivia, and the main loser nerd Kyle explaining what was happening and that an alliance of sorts has been formed. Eloise was always ready to jump at the chance to dick with the cheerleaders, and decided to spring into action.
“Say, Samantha,” Eloise approached the busy goth, who quickly jerked off her nipples after her latest orgasm, “I want you to tell me why your nips are exposed like that.”
“Because someone was commanded to,” Samantha explained, “and since I share a hive connection with the other cheerleaders I have to too. Please leave me alone, Eloise, I don’t have time for the usual cheer vs prep rivalry bullshit. I just found this little frogger’s kidney.” She then brought it to her nose and gave it a deep sniff.
“Uhh, care to explain why you just sniffed that bit of frog guts?” Eloise asked.
“Not answering that,” Samantha groaned, “Now could you please leave?”
“Give me one good reason why,” Eloise grinned.
“You have your own frog to work on,” Samantha explained on command, “and the practical dissection is a third of the unit’s grade.”
“Shit, that is a good reason,” Eloise said under her breath, “Well let me just leave you with a quick little command, one that I workshopped with Olivia beforehand. I command you to…”