"If they ever drag me back to that fucking enclosure, I'm teaching all the fairies there how to play Russian Roulette!" Athena seethed aloud. Finally, after way WAY too long playing their stupid games, she was alone and able to vent her feelings with audible sound. Of course, "and I'll teach them to do it with 5 bullets in the chamber!" came out as a high pitched silly squeak that was difficult to take seriously, as did all her speech now, but Athena really didn't care. She was tired, she was frustrated, she hadn't had anything but imaginary crumpets to eat since yesterday... She was almost certain if she gave someone the Evil Eye right now they'd be struck down with the full force of Thor, even if she didn't happen to be an actual magical creature now.
No. Bad. No Evil Eye. Athena tried taking a deep breath. All this negative energy building up around her aura was going to go somewhere awful if she didn't get rid of it safely, and shouting it out to the vacuous air was helping a bit. More than the deep breath, actually, because that was reminding her that her tits were HUGE fucking GRAPES now, colored as such and stuffed into the world's tiniest Sailor Scout Cosplay, and she wasn't able to just will those things away by thinking about it. But you know what she could get rid of?
"Fuck this," said Minnie Mouse's voice, pulling off her ridiculous imitation-Tinkerbell getup. Athena was pretty sure she was entirely alone for now; Princess Jeanne's room was the only place she was reasonably sure there'd be no fairies, no guards, and probably no Jeanne for a while, and she'd finally made it back there after sneaking away from Marigold and Primrose. Well, maybe it wasn't "sneaking away" per se; Athena was quickly learning that Fairies were Distilled ADHD if it was a Magical Species, and the moment the other two idiots thought to play a game that didn't involve her, "Plumdrop" might as well have just not existed to them anymore. Whatever. She was away from them, and herself now. Mostly.
She was also nude, and kicking her itty-bitty little doll heels off into a pile of frilly pink cloth with a sense of refreshing finality. "May your colors fade fast, your tears grow long and holes grow big, and your end be in fire!" Athena hollered at her old manic-pixie-stripper-girl clothes where they lay ruffled on Princess Jeanne's writing desk. The clothes just sighed and went still.
"...fuck." Athena had figured laying a curse like that would take more negative energy out of her, but she was still feeling pent up and frustrated. Maybe it was because she was a magical creature and had a lot more to burn? Who knows. Athena liked knowing her occult stuff, the witchcraft and wiccan dogma and whatever back when she was human; it was kind of fun. Now, the world had been chewed up and spit out by a rock, and suddenly Athena was finding herself in the company of beings with magic that could (and HAD) turned grown men into the foot-tall plastic denizens of Barbieworld, and she herself couldn't so much as bend a spoon with her brain. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Isn't being in a fantasy world supposed to give you fantasy powers!?" It came out as high and pouty as a cute little girl's foot-stomping tantrum, and when Athena brought her little fists to her nude hips, their unexpected swaying width abruptly reminded her this wasn't any fantasy, it was Jon's fantasy. She scoffed.
Okay. Okay, think! Athena thought. What do I even do in this situation? Getting the Stone back was the obvious answer, but it was probably impossible for now; as fun as the idea of diving into the Queen's cleavage to snatch the Stone sounded, Athena wasn't THAT sneaky, and of course the Queen's compulsions wouldn't let her willingly part with it. Reckless attempts here would probably just net a panic wish that would make everything that much worse.
Could I REMOVE those compulsions tying her to the Stone?
Athena was a Purple Fairy; those specialized in Mental Magics, or so she'd heard from between humiliation sessions with her new species. If she could learn to use the magic her new body was supposed to specialize in, wouldn't that mean she could fix Jon's Mom's brain? It was a very tempting line of thought in many ways, but there was an obvious difficulty.
How the fuck am I supposed to learn Magic like this?
The Fairy Enclosure popped into her head again; also between humiliation sessions, she'd picked up that "Queen Linda" apparently kept it around as some sort of Embassy for the Fairy Queen and her subjects, and if Athena wanted to actually get in touch with the society of Faeria she just needed to head back to the enclosure like a good little citizen.
Fuck that. Fuck that up the ass with a cactus. I am NOT playing any more motherfucking games with these motherfucking fairies!
Right now, the only game "Plumdrop" was interested in playing was a Roleplay, as a lost misunderstood goth girl with debilitating allergies to whimsy and the color pink, named "Athena". Thankfully it seemed she was winning.
I guess I have to learn it with Jon?
Presumably, there was a wealth of magical knowledge in the way-too-many tomes Princess Jeanne had brought into her room. She vaguely remembered Jon trying to read through them in an effort to find something that could help them last night. Athena herself had tried that too, but she quickly found out that all the hardcovers were out because they were too heavy for her weak little body to open. Or maybe she was just too drunk at the time. Whatever, they weren't meant for fairies regardless; she'd probably have to snuggle into Jon's cleavage to read with her. Him. Whatever. Where was Jon, anyway?
...For that matter, where were all the books? Last night this place had books like a teenager has acne, but now the place seemed outright tidy. Athena flew up and looked around for a bit she remembered, "Oh, yeah, Sarah said she was going to clean up, didn't she?" But if that was the case, then where-
"GOTCHA!"
For the first time ever, Athena felt what it was like for her wing to be touched. Not just that, but also for her wings to be pinched together, held between the thumb and fingers of a relatively gargantuan hand, with force only just shy of breaking the delicate things.
Athena screamed.
"You're breaking the rules, you little twerp!" Sarah brought Athena up and turned her around to face her, oblivious to way she flailed and jiggled off the wings she hung from. "The Princess and her Room are off-limits to your fairy games, capiche?"
Games. Rules. Athena's stomach curled. Was this an invitation to play!? "No, Sarah, wait! It's, it's not what you th-"
"How do you know my name?" Sarah demanded, but before Athena could came up with an answer, Sarah's frown deepened. "Oh, purple! Stop reading my mind, and maybe put some clothes on when you can, sicko!"
"I'm not reading your mind, I swear!" Athena was blushing magenta, slapping an arm over her oversized boobs and a hand over her crotch. "You're Sarah McMillan! You... well, the magic changed you, but you were a cheerleader! You were the captain, right, and you had this little clique of other cheerleaders, and you'd talk about boys and stuff, and we... well, we weren't friends, but I knew of you, because-"
"Okay, I've heard enough. You're going back to the enclosure." Sarah had a jar in her other hand, but the lid was still on. Trying to take that lid off one-handed was apparently not easy, but she was doing it. Athena shuddered; "tiny people in jars" was a terrible omen.
"Y'know what, yeah, never mind that, Sarah, I'm not here to cause problems, gal! The Princess herself brought me here, Jeanne and I, there's a Magic Curse thing going on, and she really needs my help with it!"
"Mhm. Sure." Sarah just rolled her eyes and popped the lid open. It was when she was pulling Athena over to it by the wings that Athena finally exploded.
"GOD DAMN IT, WON'T ANYONE LISTEN TO ME!? I'M TELLING THE TRUTH, CHEERS-FOR-BRAINS!"
It was supposed to just be a joke. Not even that, really, just a sarcastic quip at Sarah's expense.
But it was making something bubble up in Athena.
And suddenly, the Jar was actually a Pompom.
"Wh-?" was all Sarah had time to say before her slightly-extravagant maid outfit was turned into something that was decisively NOT a Cheerleader's Uniform: Cheerleader's uniforms, for instance, didn't show off Sarah's DD cleavage, or show nearly so much midriff, or have skirts so comically short they served more to highlight than to conceal her panties. Sarah was dressed in an absurd parody of a Cheerleader's Uniform, her hair tied up into girlish pigtails with cute little red bows and her limbs all covered in striped pink stockings, and across her tits, embroidered in big loopy letters for everyone to see, was written "Cheers-For-Brains!"
There was a jarring moment where Athena suddenly realized she was flying again; both Sarah's hands were holding pompoms now, and she was looking at herself, stunned. Athena was just as surprised as she was.
Terrifying. Fairies are terrifying.
Then, slowly, a mischievous grin started to form at the corners of Plumdrop's lips.
I'm terrifying!
"What the HELL, Athena!?" Sarah shouted at her. "Look, yeah, you did your magic, I remember now, but did you have to put me in this humiliating stripper parody of my uniform!?"
The fairy just laughed at her for a moment. "Of course I did. It was fun!" And she realized she meant it. A huge burst of the negative energy had left her just as suddenly as the air from a popped balloon, and the Catharsis was almost nauseating, it felt so good.
"F-, Wha-, Fun!?" Sarah scoffed at her. "The world's practically ended, for crying out loud! Do you think this is some kind of game!?"
The grin on Plumdrop's lips spread from ear to ear.
"Tut, tut, tut," she said, and suddenly she wasn't naked anymore. She pulled a whistle up by its lanyard from where it'd been dangling against her tank top, and said "What kind of Cheerleader do you think you are? Cheer up, for crying out loud! Cheers, stat!" With a flick of the head that made her new ponytail bob behind her cap, Cheer Coach Plumdrop brought the whistle up to her lips and blew.
"HEY! ATHENA, STOP IT!" Pompoms were in the air, shaking for all they were worth. Hips were swaying, breasts were bouncing, feet were dancing, and Sarah was mortified watching them all do it. Willing them to stop seemed to just make it worse, in fact.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... How did they make you the Cheer Captain?" Plumdrop jeered. "Granted you've got moves, but with that body? Hit the gym, maggot!"
Plumdrop blew the whistle, and Sarah gasped. Sarah thought she looked good, but Coach apparently wanted her looking like nothing less than a pornstar. Pound after pound of muscle and delicious meat packed themselves into her thighs, and her glutes, and hips had to grow out wider to accommodate all the extra "workouts". By the time Sarah's ass was done growing, she'd count herself lucky if strangers didn't slap it daily. Her tits ballooned out to massive, impossibly perky gravity-defying things that... didn't bounce like they should? Sarah realized with horror that Athena had made them saline and fake. Her face, at least was left untouched, except for one particular detail: now she was always smiling.
"Athena, PLEASE!" Sarah pleaded. Still dancing that absurd routine, still smiling that vapid smile, the only indication that something was really wrong was her increasingly desperate voice. "This isn't like you! Control yourself, girl; this is bullying!"
Somewhere distant inside of Plumdrop's mind, Athena knew Sarah was right. This wasn't her. She didn't hardly know what she was doing, she was just doing it. But then Sarah made that last comment, and she just had to laugh along with Plumdrop. "This is bullying? This is bullying? You would know, wouldn't you, Sarah!? This was me trying to figuring what my magic is and how to use it, because yes, I need to do that, somehow or another, but... you!? Bullying!? Hahaha! If you want it to be MY turn to bully the bullies, I'll happily oblige, because we ALL know what you really want is just the attention, right?"
"Athena-" Sarah tried to say, but she was interrupted.
"One, Two, Three, Four~!" Plumdrop began.
"Sarah's an attention whore~!" was dragged out of Sarah's mouth before she could react.
"Four, Three, Two, One~!" Plumdrop's eyes were sparkling with new ideas.
"Magic Practice Has Begun!"
