Not long after Michelle left, Diana Goldsmith strolled into the Mermaid Club and glanced around, smugly satisfied by what she saw. The sand of the artificial beach was almost completely buried beneath a thick layer of cast-off scales that shimmered in every color of the rainbow. Best of all, there wasn't a single mermaid to be seen anywhere, just dozens of naked human girls staring glumly at their feet.
Haylee will be pleased, thought Diana. This ley line disruption spell is working even faster than we thought. Most of the affected clubs should be effectively dead by the end of the day.
The cheerleader strolled up to Guadalupe, who was still forlornly kneeling in a heap of red scales as she mourned her vanished tail. "Holy shit, Lupe!" Diana laughed cruelly. "Don't tell me you finally got tired of your tail! I haven't seen your legs in ages. Too bad, they're lovely. Haylee and I would just adore kissing your caramel toes."
"Leave me alone, Goldsmith," Guadalupe glared at the smirking cheerleader. "I don't want you around me while I'm dealing with this. This isn't natural, you know!"
"Hey!" Brianna snapped, pointing an accusing finger at Diana. "How do we know she didn't fucking cause this?! It's exactly the sort of thing she and Haylee would do!"
"Yeah!" agreed Rochelle. "You know what bitches those two can be!"
Diana laughed. "And how exactly could a bunch of ordinary cheerleaders make your fishy tails vanish?"
"You never can tell in this school," Lucy said, narrowing her eyes. "I learned a long time ago to expect the impossible around here."
Diana shook her head and smiled condescendingly. "Be that as it may, you don't have any actual proof it was me and Haylee beyond us both being bitches in your eyes. Hardly anything that would stand up in court... or the principal's office. Nonetheless, Haylee and I are enjoying all the chaos." She grinned sadistically as she picked up a green scale and rubbed it between her finger and thumb. "Fuck the circus, this is the greatest show on earth! On that note, I wonder if the girls in the Clown Club have been affected yet. I never did understand why a girl would actually want twenty to a hundred pounds of extra weight, frizzy and loudly colored hair, and a big red nose."
"You mean other clubs are being affected?!" Guadalupe gasped in horror.
"Just came from the Anthro Club," Diana smirked. "The only fur I saw was on the floor. The room was packed with naked human girls just like you. It seems to be all the clubs that offer the most extreme magical transformations. Futa Club, Anthro Club, Fairy Club, Clown Club, Werecreature Club, Mermaid Club, that kind of thing. Robot Club's home free 'cause those chrome-plated nerds are using science, not magic. The Genderswap Club's safe, too, since it's a less radical change."
"I was wondering why you hadn't turned back into a guy, Diana," said Rochelle. "I was almost hoping you'd have to start calling yourself Dylan again soon, puta. Why is it that las perras have all the luck?"
"Fortune favors the bold, Ro," Diana chuckled coldly. "By the way, Cheer Squad's having tryouts right now," she added with false sweetness. "Anyone looking for a new extracurricular's welcome to come." She winked at the mermaidless Mermaid Club before strutting out the door as if she owned the place.
"Fuck that pompom-waving whore!" Brianna spat. "Mark my words, it was her and Haylee Irons who did this to us!"
"Maybe, but still..." an ex-mermaid of Middle Eastern descent named Fatima said as she reluctently stepped out of her mound of cast-off orange tail scales. "I really do need an extracurricular activity, and I can't count on the Mermaid Club being saved. I... I think I'll... go to the Cheer Squad tryouts."
"What the hell, Fatima?!" gasped Brianna. "You're just abandoning the Mermaid Club?! Traitor!"
"Look around!" Fatima barked, gesturing at the countless scales of lost tails littering the indoor beach. "There IS no Mermaid Club! I'm joining a club that still has a reason to exist!"
Fatima found some clothes and stormed out of the Mermaid Club, followed by six or seven other ex-mermaids. Brianna sighed defeatedly. "Some club vice president I am," she groaned. "On my own in a crisis for five minutes, and I'm already dealing with a motherfucking mutiny! What'll Tiff say?!"
Tori Murphy put a comforting hand on Brianna's bare mocha-colored shoulder. "I'm sorry, Bri. It isn't your fault. Diana and Haylee can be so damn manipulative! I should know; I used to be on Cheer Squad. Hey, I bet those girls'll come crawling back after suffering under Haylee Irons for five fucking minutes."
"You think so?" asked Brianna.
"Sure," said Tori. "They're just panicking 'cause they've lost their magic. Oh shit, I hope my cousin Nikki hasn't been affected yet! She's the vice president of the Futanari Club, and she's covered her entire body with cocks! Can you imagine what a goddamn blow it'll be to her if they ALL fall off of her like lint?!"
"I guess we just have to hope that 'Chelle, Tiff, and their friends get to the bottom of this," said Brianna. "I've got a pretty good idea who did it, but I wanna know how. That's the only way we'll get our tails back."