Well, this sucked. She had somehow been pulled into CYOC, but instead of getting her own harem of perfectly loyal anthro doll maids or given the powers of a magical treasure, she was stuck between a bunch of horny, lesbian (technically bisexual, but in RainingJustice’s hands they might very well be) teen witches. Christina’s arms fell onto her lap in dismay, resting right over her skirt.
…Skirt? She had been wearing jeans, right? Looking down only yielded even worse realizations. Her jeans and t-shirt had been entirely replaced with the St. Chariot school uniform. But nobody had yet approached her and she was certain that nobody had targeted her with some kind of spell. On that note, something looked off about her limbs, but she couldn't place it yet.
She stood up and looked into her reflection in a nearby window, only to gasp. Looking back wasn't the face of a woman about to enter the middle ages, but a youthful teenager whom she hadn't seen in years outside of pictures. She was young again. Christina probably would've been more excited about this, if it weren't for the particular circumstances. It was clear to her now what was going on. She had become a student of St. Chariot and therefore a part of this story.
Falling down to her knees in despair, Christina frantically tried to think of ways to escape from this horror. She couldn't spend the rest of her life here. She would be thrown from one hyper-lesbianized scenario to another without reprieve. All at the mercy of RainingJustice and the occasional anonymous author that just throws in some weird pseudo-fantasy lore, likely without having even read the previous chapters.
Just when she started to accept being doomed to eternal scissoring, an uncomfortable poking in her thigh caused her to adjust her position and make an important discovery. Strapped to her thigh was a magic wand. Oh right, St. Chariot was a witch academy and the protagonist, Rhonda or something, was supposed to be the only mortal (probably, it got weird very quickly), so if Christina became a character here it’d make sense for her to also be a witch.
Wait! She could maybe use magic to escape. With renewed vigor Christia rose from her slumped position and pulled out her wand. For a moment she had to resist the temptation to try and masturbate with it; the story was already getting to her head, she had to act fast. She waved it in front of her while determinedly saying, “Get me home!”
Nothing.
“Portal to the real world!”
Nothing.
“Let me meet the god of this world.”
Nothing.
Christina tried various more ‘incantations’ in hopes of creating a way out until she finally gave up. It was no use. She had hoped that the rules in this universe were so ill-defined that a simple witch could do anything, but whoever was responsible for her predicament didn't allow it. She was trapped in here.
But she already had another idea to at least improve her situation. If the author lost interest in this storyline and abandoned it, she might at least be able to continue her life somewhat in peace and not be forced to navigate one catastrophe after another, as was the norm on this site.
RainingJustice was pretty much exclusively writing stories about lesbians. That implies them to have a distaste for penises, meaning if she filled this place with dicks the author might be reluctant to return to this branch. And in her hand was the perfect tool to put this plan into motion. Now she just needed a place to start with.
Her eyes fell onto the two schoolgirls she spied on earlier, still sitting on the bench like the background characters they were. Nobody would care if something happened to these nameless extras.
Christine pointed her wand at the two, instinctively knowing the necessary spell. She hesitated for a moment at the potentially cruel fate she was about to inflict on two unsuspecting schoolgirls, but quickly steeled her resolve, reminding herself that they were just a collection of words in an internet document.
Magical energy shot out of the tip of her wand and hit the two unsuspecting schoolgirls, who froze in place at the unfamiliar feelings assaulting their bodies.
“Did you just feel that too, Vivianna?” the blonde asked her friend. “There's a weird sensation in my crotch.”
Both discreetly lifted their waistbands to see and feel what was going on down below, only for expressions of shock to appear on both faces almost immediately simultaneously.
“W-w-w-why is there a penis above my sweet little vagina, Brynleigh?” the blue-haired girl, Vivianna, asked, her voice almost cracking.
Christina felt some pity for the two girls, but everything should be fine when… something happened. Any moment now. Any second…
Maybe she should've thought for more than a handful of seconds.
“That's the girl who did this to us!” The blonde, Brynleigh, shouted while pointing at Christina, who was still in the spell-casting pose. “What's wrong with you?!”
“We did nothing to you. You don't even know us,” Vivianna added, tears welling up in her eyes, while her hands try to push down her own skirt.
Brynleigh pulled out her wand and pointed it straight at Christina. “Come, Vivi, if this bitch is so desperate for cocks, then we should give her some!” Wordlessly Vivi also took out her own wand.
Christina gulped, just remembering the part about the mutually assured destruction. “E-eh… there's a really good explanation for what I did–” she tried, but it was too late. Both girls hit her straight on with their spells, Christina falling backwards on the ground in recoil.
The girls left right after, leaving Christina alone in the courtyard. She could feel the unfamiliar tingle of her own flesh warping, but strangely not in her crotch, but rather focused in her breasts and lower back. Only when it finally stopped did she dare look down at her own body. Immediately she noticed the two cylindrical shapes protruding from her breasts. Her uniform perfectly contorted to her new dicknipples in an almost skintight way that still showed everything while being technically covered. She remembered some passing mentions about the uniforms magically adjusting to the bodies. Looking back Christina found the other addition to her body, a thin, about 4 feet long flesh tail capped off by another dickhead. In its case the uniform just added a hole in the back of her skirt, no additional coverage.
She should be horrified, she should be disgusted, she should react similarly to the other two girls, but at this time the ridiculousness had stacked up so high that Christina’s only reaction was a short, “Huh…”. Despite knowing it to be pointless she took her discarded wand and tried to undo her changes, but every time the magical glow would just dissipate when it reached one of her three ballless dicks. That's a weird thought to have.
Sitting down on the ground (and being careful not to sit on her tail) Christina tried to think about other ways to get out, but quickly came out blank. Her first, rushed plan had already failed spectacularly. There had to be something she could do to–
Only now did she notice that during her thinking her hands had subconsciously grasped the two dicknipples, ready to start stroking. Equally the tip of her dicktail was swinging right in front of face, getting closer and closer to her mouth. This wasn't her body suddenly getting a mind of its own, it was Christina’s own desire to use her new additions, amplified by CYOC, and the worst part, she was fully aware. Maybe it was the better choice to just give up and let the internet control her fate?