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** Three Cheers**** Pt. 1**

Molly's sweat glands were in overdrive that day. Practice had been especially brutal, and the sun was merciless in its stubborn brightness. How were they expected to clamp down on each other's legs when their sweat was rubbing off, and making them slip? She was a polar bear! It was entirely too much to handle, especially when practice took an entire hour after a full day of school. Senior year sucked. It was supposed to be the most easy going because you only had a few more credits to do before the big final day.

Even the locker room was hot! All of those showers going, all of the steam and the stale stench of hormones from Freshmen. Molly was tired of it. The week was just starting, and she was already done with it. As she unlaced her bra, she sighed in relief at the feeling of her very plump, perky tits bouncing out. The freedom was marvelous, and the only thing that could make this even more of a win was if there was any hot water left, with no one else here, she could have whatever shower head she wanted. This was the only upside of the Coach keeping her after practice to get her cartwheel down just the way she needed it. Cheerleading was not all about status, and popularity, those were just extra benefits. The time and effort put into it was hard, and even harder was the upkeep of it.

She tugged down her uniform skirt, and her panties. As she picked them both up, she got a good whiff of them by mistake and cringed. Ladies weren't supposed to smell like this. She shook her head and threw them in her gym bag, closing her locker.

Molly carried her bag into the shower room, opting for the wall showerhead, it was the most water pressure, and had the best probability of having hot water. She hung her towel and shower bag, getting her essentials and turned on the water. To her delight, it was so very warm, and caused her skin to get goosebumps. After soaping up her body, rubbing it all over her, specially her aching ass, her pores were open. She got the soap deep down, and turned the water ice cold. Her nipples hardened like rocks, and the gooseflesh spread throughout her body. It was such a glorious feeling. She basked in the cold, beautiful drops of diamonds as they hit her aching muscles. Molly closed her eyes and imagined a snowy tundra as far as the eye could see. Pressing her breasts into the slush, and bringing them up, crusted with crystals of ice and chilling water. Her long, blonde hair flowing in the arctic winds.

Then there was a noise from the locker room. It was little more than a thump, but it startled her out of her daze. She turned around, instinctively covering herself as best she could, not doing a very good job. Her eyes searched the premises, making sure no one was in the shower room with her. Then she leaned over, looking into the locker room through the opening.

"Hello?" She called out, echoing into the whole bathroom. "Is someone there?"

Nothing. No one answered her, and not another sound was made. After a moment of thought, she shrugged it off. It was probably pipes in the walls changing water heaters or something. She rinsed off all of the soap from her body, and went to pick up the shampoo. Her snow white fur already looked ten times better than it did, she figured a quick hair wash was in order. She could roll it up in a bun and brush it when she got home. Then there came another thud, this one much louder, and startled a yelp out of her. She whirled around, and there was a slender, black suited figure directly behind her. He wore a pale, white mask that covered his entire head, and the black, voided eyes gazed directly at her.

"What the fuck-" She was interrupted as his hand pointed straight at her, and shot a pink ray of light directly at her chest. She froze for an instant. Then she looked at him, her eyes opened as wide as they could, and she gasped. Her bottom lip trembled, and she walked up to him, got down on her knees, almost ripping his dress pants apart to get it unbuttoned, and open. She hungered as she pulled down his underwear to reveal his very hard cock, pointed straight up and twitching a little. It wasn't anything special, it was your run-of-the-mill cock, but to her it looked like the most beautiful thing put on this Earth.

She gorged his phallus down into her mouth, taking all of it and sucking it as hard as she possibly could. Her tongue rubbed against the head as hard as it possibly could, and she had no problem shoving it straight into her throat to the point where her tongue was licking his balls. She grunted, and slobbered all over it. She sucked his shaft on the side, and used her hands to rub her tits all over, because she wanted him to want her. She craved his approval!

She turned away from him and got on her hands and knees. She gazed back at him with her ass sticking straight up in the air, wiggling her little ball of a tail, urging him to come hither. She used her hands to spread her pussy lips and ass cheeks for him. He obliged quite willingly, getting down on his knees and thrusting his cock deep inside of her.

She cried out with absolute glee as he started pumping her tight vagina. Every thrust made her call "yes!" She reached back and cupped his balls, massaging them as he continued to bang her tight cunt until she came, and came hard! Her entire body glowed that same pink color. Suddenly, it felt as if her energy had been cut in half. He continued to thrust inside of her, pushing it as deep as it would go and mashing his pelvis into her. She came once again, and soon her vision became dim, and her eyes started to lose their purple color, growing pale. Her moans were no longer vigorous, they were now pained, and labored.

It wasn't long before he came inside of her, and hard! At that point, he pulled out of her, and she flopped to the ground. She was still breathing, but half of her face stayed in the puddle of water as the shower was still running. The figure went away, and she stayed there. Her eyes were gazing out into the void of nothing.

---

Homecoming! Ariel's favorite time of the Highschool year had finally come around once again! The football fans filled the stands, and all of the football players stood before the crowd, showing off their gusto for the new year. Then there came the real reason she loved homecoming. The first real performance of the cheerleaders before the football season started. She recognized a few of them from last year, but a couple of Freshmen got in that she hadn't expected. They came out, dancing and waving their pompoms in synchronized bliss, whipping around and flipping one after the other.

"We're all dancing, we're in sync! Whip those stupid Bots who stink! Kick them in and do it right! Let's go Rangers! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Ariel shouted out with them, doing the waving movements with pompoms of her own behind the lot of them. It didn't matter where she was, no one could see her. No one knew who she was, and she didn't really care. She got the best seats in the house! She lost count of how many years she'd spent in High School, mostly because she didn't care. However, she also couldn't remember. She'd been to so many of them over so many years, that she just stopped paying attention to it.

Ariel floated to the top of the gymnasium and sat on the beams that hung from the ceiling. She looked down at the football team, and started examining their features. She already spotted five targets. Being a vixen herself, she couldn't resist a hunky quarterback fox. From the back of his jersey, she saw that his last name was Jet, how fitting.

The coach was saying a few pep talk words, mumbo jumbo, and other stuff she'd heard about five other times. She laid on her side, propping her head up with her arm. She looked at all of the cheerleaders, wondering if any of them forgot to put on underwear. It was a rare occurrence, but she'd looked up a lot of skirts, and saw around ten shaved, preppy pussies opening and closing as they did kicking moves while dancing and putting on a show. She couldn't understand how some of them got away with it with how high they had to kick, but she gave them props.

Then she saw something was amiss. Molly wasn't there. She'd stayed after practice yesterday, and did some cartwheels with the coach, so she shouldn't be sick. Maybe she got a one day fever? Ariel wasn't too sure, but it worried her. She had just become head cheerleader for the year, and this was their first pep rally. There's no way she'd miss this! Ariel knew something was up, and it looked like she may have to do some investigating. Something was keeping her from resting peacefully, and only powerful magic or disaster could do something like that.

She waited until near the end of the Homecoming and she swooped down to the line of cheerleaders. She flew in close to the line of cheerleaders, and listened to their breathing. She finally caught onto a pretty, gray mouse. She could tell that her breathing was much harder than the others. She couldn't blame her, though. She was a freshman, and probably didn't cheerlead through middle school. When the final words were spoken in the coach's speech, the crowd stood and went crazy! Everyone cheered, and obviously the cheerleaders started their jumping and pompoms rushed through the air. Ariel took this instant to jump into the body of the very tired, very petite girl and in that very moment, she was Stella Dawson from Winston, Kansas.

It took her a moment to get use to this body, it'd been a couple of weeks since she'd needed to possess anyone. This one was rather petite, but she would do nicely. The assembly was over, and they all walked single-filed into the locker room. Her body felt so light compared to many others she possessed. Now the real problem, which locker was hers? She stood in the middle of the benches that lined in front of the rows of lockers.

They began taking off their shirts, and stripping down. They even seemed to put their pompoms in the bottom of their lockers, Ariel was use to keeping her pompoms in a big batch for all of them to grab as they got out of the gym locker rooms. Seemed everyone had their quirks.

She started to see lovely bodies. Big breasts, small tits, and tits that were a handful. She looked down at Stella's breasts, and they were kind of big for a mouse. Not that she cared about race, of course.

"Stella?" One of the fox girls said beside her, startling her a little.

"Ummm, yes?" She searched through Stella's memories. "Brenda?"

"Did you get lost for a second?" She smiled, and it didn't seem like an outward assault against her, it seemed her and Brenda were hitting it off rather well, having only known each other for three weeks since Cheer started.

"Oh, no, I was just thinking." She looked around, some of the girls were heading to the shower, wrapped in their towels. "I was wondering if anyone heard anything from Molly?"

That's when all of them stopped what they were doing and looked at Stella. A dog girl, a fox girl, and a bear girl all turned away, just from their stance, Ariel could tell they were tearing up.

"No." The bear girl, Kayla said as she got her gym bag and unzipped it. "No one has heard anything since she went into that coma."

Coma... that was not something that happened suddenly to an 18 year old senior in high school.

"I heard she was raped." A panda girl said.

"Shut up, Chrissy!" The senior fox girl snapped! "This is not a time to be spreading stupid fucking rumors! Molly is my friend, and our head cheerleader! All she needs from us is support! Not judgement!"

Chrissy was taken aback, her expression was that of surprise and worry both in that same instance. Her eyes teared up and she turned away toward her locker as she sat on the bench. A girl beside her draped her arm across her shoulder to comfort her.

The fox girl, Jessica very quickly put on her gym shorts, her white shirt and her extra pair of sneakers, filled up her gym bag, and stormed out. The silence in that room was that of pen-drop quality. After a moment, the showers began to turn on, and Ariel remembered where Stella's locker was. She undressed her, taking a moment to admire her young physique and how her breasts didn't even sag a little. Then she put on her game face, and walked to the shower with her bottle of liquid soap.

"I'm sorry." She said to the girl showering beside her. She looked over at the girl, and found that it was Elise, the rabbit. She looked down to see two gigantic, hulking breasts that she was lathering soap on.

"Don't be. We're all worried about her. I don't blame you at all for asking. I would like an update myself." She saw Elise was in deep thought as she spoke.

"Did you... see her?" She asked. Elise turned back toward her, her white fur still soaking in the water. The look on her face told Ariel that she had struck a nerve. She nodded, and looked back to the back wall of the shower room. No one was showering there. At this point, Ariel figured it was for a reason.

"She was there. I thought she was dead, but she had a pulse." Elise's last few words got choked up, and she put a hand over her mouth. Ariel used Stella's body to reach for her, and hug her. The rabbit girl returned the hug, and the perverted side of Ariel indulged in those nice big boobs squashing against her tiny frame.

As they embraced, though, Ariel opened Stella's eyes and both of them turned violet so that she could use her own vision to see. There was one enormous spot of residue on the wall. It was not the kind of residue she liked seeing at all. The spot glimmered with purple, and black spiraling effects. It wavered quite a bit, giving evidence that it was not ectoplasm. This is the kind of residue that was left with dark magic.

Bingo, now she knew what she was up against, and she didn't like it.

---

Cedric opened his shop early that day. He didn't really believe in schedules. He didn't open late, but it really wouldn't bother him if he did. Nothing in his shop was what you would call "normal." His book collection was nothing but memoirs of the occult, books of spells, supernatural phenomena, and novels based on truly strange happenings. He had herbs, potions, wands, crystal balls, dragon scales, pendants, and voodoo dolls. It wasn't the most profitable business, but it drew in the crowds that he liked. Even through high school, he was considered that weird cat boy, the tuxedo tom of the underworld. He was always the one they came to when they thought that their meter reader was a vampire, or when they thought their car was possessed by their dead neighbor.

He straightened his glasses, and read a few random chapters of a new, leather-bound book, wondering what section it belonged to. It was a novel, but it also had articles of actual events that happened to families. It was a tough call, but in the end he figured it belonged in the novels, given the author was a writer of fiction, and the story itself had very little to do with the actual events.

He walked over to his shop's front window, thinking it would look very nice next to his demon skull, and rubies. He fancied himself something of an artist when it came to displays. He slid it between the blood red necklace and the studded dagger. The off-red of the leather gave it a very nice ancient look that might appeal to his regular patrons.

Speaking of regular patrons, he was startled as he heard something thump against his window seal. He looked up, his eyes widened when he saw two especially large tits pressed up against it. The young lady was a calico cat, and her smile made Cedric rolled his eyes. As much as he enjoyed the two beautiful orbs squished against his shop's window, he dreaded having to wipe them down again.

He walked to his door, and opened it.

"Come on in, Ariel." His voice was monotone, but his smile was somewhat welcoming.

"Hi, Cedric! Do you like this body?" She put her shirt back down, and walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "Did it give you a nice big boner?" She winked at him as she strolled inside his shop. He closed his door behind her, and started off with the obvious question.

"So, who is this young lady you have commandeered?" He took off his glasses and put them in a case on his countertop.

"Her name is Sally, and she LOVES horror movies, so I thought I'd give her a drive." She looked around at his shop to see a new batch of fairy statues had come in. "I think she'd like your shop."

"Alright, now, what have you found this time?" He took some great pride in being her contact. She had the power to project herself in any place she'd been before, and he was her go-to guy when it came to certain cases which matched his expertise. When they first met, he tried to banish her, and almost succeeded if he didn't pull back, seeing what a kind soul she was.

"Well, it's kind of a bad one." She picked up one of the statuettes and sighed. Her eyes told a sad tale all on their own. "I'm investigating a school in Baker, Colorado. There was a girl who was taken in the showers there, she's in a coma."

"Oh, a coma. That's terrible." He looked over at her as he used a grill light to light his black candles on one of his displays. "Do you think she'll be alright?"

"I don't know. The place she was attacked had a lot of residue that suggested black magic."

He almost knocked over one of his candles as he stood up straight, his eyes widened and he turned to her in an instant. He rushed over to her and stood in front of her, rubbing his hands.

"Did you use the black paper?!" He asked with an eager grin.

"Yeah, I got a good sample." She pulled out a piece of the black paper. It was not construction paper, no, far from it. This is papyrus that was taken out of a very ancient Necromancer's spellbook. The pages were fireproof, and when they burned, instead of turning to ash, they turned into something Cedric referred to as "bone paper."

He took the paper, and walked over to his counter, pulling out a tiny black stick. He looked at it, and took a deep breath. He could only use it once, and he'd wasted more of them than he cared to admit. He struck the black stick and immediately put it underneath the black paper. The top of it began to burn, and as it did, it began to flare up with a purple flame, one that crackled with green sparks.

"Oh, dear." He frowned, paying closer attention to it as the paper began to whither away. "That's definitely not your run-of-the-mill black magic. Not at all."

"What is it?" She gazed at the purple fire, it was not one she'd ever seen come from bone paper.

"It's dangerous is what it is, luv." His British accent started growing more apparent. "Not just for the victim, but for the user himself, or herself, depending on the case. This is magic that can eat the user's soul without a second thought."

"How do I fight it?" She asked as he ashed what remained of the paper into a nearby waste basket.

"Problem is that I know very little on this type of black magic. It goes without saying that it's forbidden, but that's just the start of it. The ones who use it don't die, they just disappear."

"Disappear?" Ariel raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, vanished, like they never existed in the first place. If I'm right, they got too greedy and used too much power too quickly. After a while, their skin burns up into cinders, and poof!" He suddenly opened up both of his hands and waved them outward. "Gone."

"Ooohh. So what does that mean?" She said as she followed him behind his counter to see that he was looking through his potions.

"It means that you need to find whoever did this, quickly, or he'll be able to fit into a dustpan." He picked up a little pink bottle. "It also means that you'll be going under cover. So pick a body and stay with her, use this potion. If you see anyone acting suspicious, this love potion will make them especially attracted to you. You'll be able to decipher the rest for yourself."

She took the potion with a smile, and then gave him a sly grin after that. He looked at her with a puzzled expression. Just then, the door opened to the shop. He turned around to look at the door, seeing two goth girls walk in, both of them playing on their phones.

He turned back toward Ariel, but saw that she was gone. He looked down to see that she had crouched behind the counter, and already unzipped his pants. His eyes widened, and he looked back at the raven girl and the tigress, both with heavy, black make-up had put away their phones and waved to him.

"Good morning, girls." He said in a very strong English accent as her mouth slid smoothly over his cock. He quickly closed the little door that led behind his counter. "Take your time, look around. I can answer- nnnn -any questions y'might 'ave." She used her entire mouth to engulf his hardening dick, and started sucking, her tongue stroking it back and forth.

"Well, first of all. I love your accent." The tigress said, and her friend gave a giggle. "But do you have anything on the original vampires? Not Vlad, the impaler, I was thinking more of the ones like Nosferatu himself, or Lestat."

Wonderful, he thought, another Rice fan. But his thoughts were drawn back to the face that Ariel was starting to concentrate on rolling her tongue around the head of his rock solid hard-on.

"Oh, ummmm." He was starting to sweat quite visibly at that point. "Yes, I have three books that might interest you. Some of the more savage elder vampires are chronic--ccccc- _ahem,_chronicled in the non-fiction. But there are two fictions." He masked his groaning with a few coughs. She had gone from his head to jerking him with her hand, and sucking on his right testicle. "Excuse me. The fictions are quite long, but they're good reads."

Both of them thanked him and walked over to his books, starting to open them. He looked down at her with an angry, furrowed brow. She simply smiled and continued to rub the area below his head, where the shaft ended. Then she kissed the tip, and shoved it all the way down her throat.

He grimaced at the sudden intensity, but then looked up at the girls who were walking back to his counter top. The raven held up a large paperback novel entitled "Ravenous" and placed it on the counter.

"Ah, Ravenous, I read this one in one day. Couldn't put it down." He gave them a nervous smile, and both of them apparently found him cute because they did their giggle again. It was rare to find such happy gothic girls. Hell, it was rare to find gothic girls at all these days. He did not move, he reached over to the right to ring it up on his cash register from somewhat of a strange angle. Ariel had his cock in a death grip at that point. She had pulled her shirt up, revealing the calico cat girl's lovely tits and played with them as she very silently licking his cock all over.

"Are you feeling alright?" The tigress asked him as she tilted her head a little.

"Who, me? Of course, I'm alright. How are you?" He smiled as he took her twenty dollars and gave her the change, barely able to reach the nickels.

"I'm okay."

"She's right, though, you don't look so good." The raven finally spoke.

"Oh, it's just my back, it's been acting up a little lately. Trying to not use it too much."

He was surprised when both of them gave an "oooohh" face and nodded. That was the lamest excuse he could come up with off the top of his head.

"Okay, well, thank you!" They waved and started walking out, whispering to one another and laughing.

"Thank yyyy---" He cringed hard, and he came even harder. All of it went into her mouth, and she sucked him off as he did it. The sweat streamed down his face and he planted his hands hard on the countertop, gasping for breath. "You filthy bitch."

"Mmmhmmm." She gave a hum of approval, causing him to shiver as she vibrated his very sensitive, post-orgasm cock. "Well I had to pay you, didn't I? I don't like spending strangers' money without asking them first."

"Well you seemed just fine to use her mouth on me." He said, stepping back into his chair and plopping down on it. He sighed, putting his penis away and zipping up his pants. She gave a chuckle and winked at him.

"Sally loves giving blow jobs more than me. Why do you think I chose her without her knowing?"

"Yeah, well. I suppose I should say good luck, and happy hunting." He gave her a little salute. She pulled Sally's shirt down again, and got up from the floor, and started toward the door.

"Thanks again, Cedric, I'll be back after I catch him!" She waved as she walked out of the shop.

He waved back at her. Then he wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He really hoped that she'd be back, and soon.