Story: Negima Spell

Negima Spell
Cheerleading is both an artform and a sport at once. Isn't that kinda cool? I mean, think about it. Art is all about, you know, expression of self. Most people paint or write or draw or sculpt or whatever, but a cheerleading performance meant you had to put yourself out there to pump! Up! The audience! Couldn't do it with jokes. Couldn't do it with boring, old political rhetoric. You had to do a routine! A routine that was every little bit as athletic as anything being done in the game.

That was what Misa loved about cheerleading so, so much. It was so unique and interesting, combined imagination with athleticism, let you really express yourself in a whole bunch of fun ways.

It also let her get away with doing high kicks in tiny skirts without being called a pervert. Not that Misa was actually a pervert or anything, but that sort of thing did pretty reliably draw male attention her way. Which she definitely did appreciate, thanks for asking.

"Wooo!" Sakurako cheered, waving a pompom in the air above her head while resting the other one on her hip. "Good workout, guys! We worked up a great sweat!"

"I would say the more important issue is whether we used that time productively," said Madoka, ever the serious one. She carefully wiped beads of sweat off her forehead. "After all, we do not want to waste time practising bad habits we will have to unlearn later on."

"Aw, that's adorable!" Sakurako excitedly yipped. She rushed forward to try and grab Madoka in a hug, but the target sharply stepped to the side to get just out of the way. "Come here, let me hug you!"

"No, I'm good," Madoka sighed. "Gee, don't make me waste energy on unnecessary things!"

"What's so unnecessary about a hug?" Misa asked. "Don't tell me. The truth is, you do want to be hugged but don't want to lose your perception as the serious cheerleader. Right?"

Well, that did make a little bit of sense. After all, here they were training out in an open field where anyone could see them. Which was for the best. It wasn't like they were going to employ some secret strategy someone else could overcome, right? A cheerleader has to be ready for anyone, absolutely anyone to be able to see them.

It's kind of what made the three of them such an effective team. Their differences, that is. Sakurako's energy was contagious and Madoka was sensible enough to keep them from getting into trouble, while Misa herself was the very image of the perfect cheerleader leader.

"Alright, girls!" Misa yelled. "That really was a great practice today! Let's pack up our stuff, get changed and head out for some karaoke! I hear they've added a new dancing machine so you can sing and dance to some songs at the same time!"

"That, like, sounds totally awesome! Can I come too?"

Misa turned around with the intention of saying, sure, the more the merrier. Then completely lost track of all critical thinking faculties when she beheld the rather spectacular sight of a bunnygirl outfit in the process of being expertly filled out by - of all people - Haruna.

"Whoa, Haruna!" Sakurako gasped. "Wicked outfit! Where'd you get that?"

"Don't encourage her, please!" Madoka winced. "Haruna, if anyone sees you wandering around like that you're gonna catch a lot of trouble. Probably your death of cold, too."

But Misa didn't say anything at all. It was a pretty damned sexy bunnygirl outfit, all truth told. It didn't leave much to the imagination either, but it was hard for her to imagine that even Haruna had that much "imagination" to begin with. And by imagination she meant tits. Anyway, this made her wonder what this devious deviant was up to.

"Sorry, girls," Haruna said, cocking her finger like a gun and aiming it right at Misa. "I'd, like, love to stay and shoot the breeze but I'm just dying to see what'll happen when I say Engweld Ranusta!"

Well, the answer to that seemed to be a big bright light shooting right out of the bunnygirl's fingertips and gosh that was really kind of pretty. Misa couldn't even move out of the way, but Madoka seemed perfectly capable of moving and dove clear in front of her, taking the full brunt of it in the chest as she did so.

"M-Madoka!" Misa suddenly gasped, while Sakurako backed away with her hand over her mouth. "Are you alright?"

And then, there was this ominous giggle. Misa didn't know what an ominous giggle was even supposed to sound like, but it really helped to be hearing it in stereo. One from Haruna, and the other from -

"I'm alright! I'm okay! I'm a bimbo every day!"

Madoka turned around. She wasn't exactly one of the more, ahem, "imaginative" members of class, to continue using that euphemism. Her uniform had undergone a pretty harsh transformation too. As in. The only part of her uniform that still seemed to exist at all were her boots and her skirt and her pompoms. The last in particular was especially vital considering that they were not on her hands, but rather attached to a string that was tied around her chest, and seemed to be the one and only thing stopping those mammaries from being bared to the whole entire world.

Now. Misa wasn't exactly afraid of more adult things. But this was just a little too far for her taste. Certainly well past the boundary of what Madoka's prudish nature would find comfortable or normal!

"M-Madoka!" Sakurako whimpered. "Haruna, what did you do to her? Turn her back!"

"There is nothing you should fear," Madoka chanted, twirling around a baton she appeared to have procured from thin air. "All I want to do is cheer! Yay, cheering!"

"See?" Haruna tittered, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "She's having, like, totes fun! Why don’cha join her?"

"Alternatively? Nope!" Misa yelled, grabbing hold of Sakurako and dashing off down the field. She listened closely and heard those weird words being said again, then quickly dodged left while pulling Sakurako out of the way. She had to find help! That's what she needed to do!

"Ohhh, Misa?" she heard Madoka titter, while Misa herself was hiding in a bush with Sakurako. She turned around to see the normally rather serious girl happily skipping off, seemingly uncaring that each skip revealed the colour of the panties she was almost wearing. "This is soooo much fun! Hide and seek! It's been years since I played that! Tee hee!"

"What on earth is going on...?" Misa asked. "For Madoka to change so radically... That outfit Haruna was wearing too? Ooh, this is bad! But don't panic Sakurako, we'll get through this if we stick together."

"Tee hee!"

There was a pair of fingers pointing right into Misa's back. She swallowed and slowly turned around, taking in the sight of the transformed fellow cheerleader smiling at her warmly. Well. At least her top was still there. Trouble was that it very much looked like she was wearing tight, thin shorts. Made of ribbons. Bright yellow ribbons that looked like one pull was all it would take. In fact, looking behind it seemed as though there was some sort of handle resting in between her butt cheeks. How... Adult.

"How did you get hit?" Misa asked.

"Um, I got lucky!" Sakurako tittered. "Madoka fired a shot that bounced off one of Haruna's, and hit me in the face before I could dodge it. Teehee! Good thing too! Now I get to transform you!"

"I see," Misa said. Her entire body slumped. How far would she get before getting hit? Maybe a step? The only way to escape would involve attacking her close friend. "Then you'd better get this over with, right?"

"Engweld Ranusta!"

Oh. Oh, my god! This was what she had been scared of all this time? Why be worried about anything anyway? Just, you know, live in the moment and stuff. When you're this hot and this horny, nothing should ever worry you ever again!

Misa looked down at herself and she liked what she saw. An amalgamation of the two hottest parts of her teammates’ cheerleader uniforms! Oh, yes! That's the stuff right there! Tight ribbon shorts and a pompom top. That was sooo much more like it!

"There you are!" Madoka called happily. "Teehee! Come on, let's go, you know, boy hunting!"

"Mmm, sounds great!" Misa replied. "But first, we ought to, you know, thank Haruna for making us so hot and stupid. Teehee! That was really super great of her to do that for us."

"I know how you babes can thank me," Haruna said. "Why don’cha give me a super sexy bimbo cheer?"

"Well, you heard the cute little bun-bun," Misa said. "A super hot cheer from three super hot cheerleaders!"

The transformed trio lined up and thrust out their rather sizable breasts. Misa looked over their bodies, including her own. The most obvious alterations were the awesome tits they were all rocking, but she could see other changes too. Tighter tums, longer legs, overall more athletic and sexy. But there was another change she felt. An urge that even spoke louder than her newly ravenous sex drive. The urge to cheer people up, to encourage them in whatever they were trying to do.

Right now, though? A certain someone had requested a quick cheer from them!

Hey there, Paru, you're so cool! Thanks for bods that make guys drool!
Bunnies like to fuck and stuff. It's hard to rhyme with heads like fluff.
Slutty clothes show all our bodies, proving that we're mega-hotties.
Who needs brains? That's not cool. We just need our pussies full!

At this point, the three girls spread a bit further apart from each other, and each did a little solo dance, showing off their assets in a way that would either get them disqualified from any cheerleading competition or ensure they won the grand prize every single time. Madoka started off by shaking her torso with such force that her pompom top looked like a helicopter, almost capable of lifting her off of the ground. With her hands behind her head she dipped low like she was trying to pick up a pencil with her breasts, and pulled them back up again, adding in a shake of her hips for emphasis.

"Watch me shake!"

Next was Sakurako on the right. As opposed to Madoka, she was facing away from Haruna, bouncing her hips up and down like she was trying to start an earthquake with their vibrations. Her hands moved teasingly close to her ass but only spanked them once, which was enough to make the ribbons stretch and strain to contain her bubble-butt. She squatted down with her hands on her knees and performed some more hypnotic ass movements for a while, before spinning in a circle and leaping in the air, doing a wide split. She landed on the ground in this position and crawled towards Haruna, lifting up her rear like a predator about to strike, and then did a handstand to get herself righted again.

"Watch me strut!"

Last was Misa. Saving the best for last, of course. Her movements took a second to get heated, but then she went supernova. Her hands went over her fit stomach, running her thumbs under the ribbons around her waist like she was trying to expose herself. Which she almost was, but good entertainment didn't show everything right off. Misa's long hair obscured how nearly naked she was more than the other girls, so she threw her head back to make sure her long locks went over her back, and ran a nail along her belly button. Two batons appeared in her hands. One was immediately wedged in her breasts, the other in her backside. She practically drummed her assets to make them jiggle, bringing an aroused blush to her face along with a few moans, which stayed on rhythm.

"Watch me quake my sexy butt!"

Now the finale. All three girls got together. One might assume they were just going to start making out and rub their bodies together. Good idea, and very hot, but they were still professionals. So, after doing this exact thing, they proceeded to stack up on top of each other. Sakurako on the bottom and Madoka on the top, creating a perfect totem of boobs and butts, with Misa in the middle to keep the balance.

"We like rumps and boobies too. We're the super bimbo crew!
Engweld Ranusta is the best, we need to bimbofy the rest!"

With that, Madoka jumped off of the totem and groped her breasts in midair, spinning in a circle as she reached the ground, cupping her breasts still and landing with her legs spread and her back arched forward. Misa hopped down next, licking her lips as she ended up straddling Madoka's rump, grinding their hips together. Then Sakurako slid down underneath Madoka, pushing her big butt up against the short-haired bimbo's pussy. Each girl groped the one in front of them, except for Sakurako, who sucked on a finger enticingly.

For a moment Haruna sat completely still. Her hair hung over her eyes, and Misa tilted her head to look at her. Had they done something wrong? Oh, dear! Now she was trembling. Was she, you know, cold? Like they'd joked earlier! Gosh! She considered maybe finding something to help warm her up, but then all of a sudden Haruna burst up onto her feet with stars shining in her eyes.

"I have, like, never felt so motivated!" Haruna yelled happily. "Oooh! I must bimbofy those other girls! I must, I must, I must right away! Teeheehee! You girls are, like, amazing and stuff!"

"Another day," Misa said.

"Another cheer," Sakurako continued.

"Another sat-is-fied, um... Person?" Madoka finished, then scratched her head. "Friend? She's not, like, a customer 'cause she didn't pay us, so what do we call her?"

"Coach," Misa confidently said. "She's, like, our coach! Who do you wanna bimbofy next, coach?"

1. Akira Okouchi and Yuuna Akashi wander into the wrong part of school at the wrong time.
2. Asuna discovers how bad things have gotten.
3. Ayaka decides to tame Setsuna using her bimbos and Setsuna's giant dick.
4. Chisame's got problems to deal with. Like, for example, a horny ghost idol.
5. The ninja twin pranksters continue pranking on, with a brand-new victim.
6. Something else