What confused Sarah, as she and Tiffany entered the band room, was that Kyla wasn't a particularly powerful magic user. And she was the only female geek in the school, so she was on her own as far as covens were concerned. What had she been planning? How did she think this was going to end? Challenging the cheerleaders?
With each step towards the practice rooms at the back of the class, Sarah became more incensed. Regained just a little bit more of her cheerleader pride. She would make sure that Kyla wouldn't even think of taking action against the cheerleaders ever again.
Tiffany opened the practice room door and the two girls entered, closing it behind them. Kyla was seated, facing the door, hands flat on her knees, with a blank stare gazing through her cat-eye glasses.
Sarah took a moment to fully examine the girl before her. There was something unusual about her aura. She had been very active, very recently. "How do you know it's her?" Sarah asked before she took any action.
"This was Jocelynne's, right?" Tiffany asked, holding up a pink stone with a daisy painted on it. Sarah could now see it was infused with Kyla's magic.
That settled it.
Sarah took a deep breath and raised both arms, fingers aimed at Kyla like she was going to zap her. In a way, she almost was. Sarah took a moment to gather her energy, and let it flow from her hands and into Kyla.
And that's when Tiffany took her focus off of Kyla, and re-directed the charm spell onto Sarah.
-Yesterday, at the comic shop-
Kyla shivered briefly, but then found herself more relaxed. She lowered her arms and looked Tiffany in the eyes. Looked at her blue, half-lidded eyes, smoky eyeshadow capping a perfect wing tip of mascara.
"These aren't the eyes of a planner, are they?" Tiffany's breath reached Kyla's skin, but the geek was focused on those blue eyes. "You're such a smart girl, Kyla."
Another shiver, and any resistance was gone. Tiffany brought their lips together, and Kyla let out a submissive moan. Which masked the sound of the gaming room door opening and closing behind Tiffany.
Karyn Black made a motion with her hands, one rotating over the other, and Tiffany squealed under Kyla's kiss. Kyla's hand wrapped around Tiffany's back and drew downwards, resting right where Kyla knew that Tiffany was hiding a tramp stamp underneath her cheerleader uniform. Releasing the kiss, Kyla leaned forward, causing Tiffany's flexible body to lean backwards over her hand.
"It's leverage," Kyla smiled, seeing the hint of panic in Tiffany's eyes. "Obviously you're physically stronger than me, and obviously you have more magic than me. But if I place a fulcrum in just the right spot," at this she squeezed just a little with the hand on Tiffany's back, "then your body is just a lever that I can pull!"
This last word, she punctuated by hooking Tiffany's knee with her other hand and lifting it upwards, eliciting an "eep" from Tiffany as she lost even more balance.
"Likewise," Kyla continued, "my own magic could never challenge yours. But if I re-direct your own magic..." Kyla let the sentence hang as a glint appeared in her eyes.
As makeup appeared on her eyes.
She looked down at Tiffany with the very same blue irises, smoky eyeshadow, and wing tips that Tiffany had worn just a moment before. Tiffany moaned.
Kyla guided the cheerleader towards the table with the D&D grid on it and laid her flat, face up, plain and dull eyes fixed upon the ceiling without the benefit of the glamour that Kyla had appropriated.
"Poor Tiffany," Kyla began stroking her hair across the scalp. "You had no idea what you were up against. Do you know how many books I had to read in order to learn how to leverage my magic like this? How many books have you even read in your whole life? But I suppose you don't need books when you're such..." Kyla kissed Tiffany on the forehead. "A pretty..." She raised a hand and positioned it just above the middle of Tiffany's pelvis. "Girl." She began undulating her fingers like she was massaging an invisible cat just a few inches above Tiffany's skin.
The cheerleader let out a moan. As though Kyla was massaging a cat just a few inches under Tiffany's skin.
Tiffany's hips began to buck, but they settled when Kyla smothered her mouth with a kiss, maintaining the motion of her hand as Tiffany melted into the table. All the while, Karyn was continuing her rotating motion, feeding Tiffany's seduction magic into Kyla so that she could use it against the prone cheerleader.
Tiffany felt a tickle deep in her belly. Then an itch. Then a hitch in her throat. And when Kyla broke the kiss, Tiffany's head shot upwards as she gasped and a glow appeared in her eyes.
"Now Tiffany," Kyla instructed as the girl caught her breath. "Here's what I want you to tell Sarah when you see her tomorrow morning."
