Naughty Magic - Chapter 11 - Clubbing

Olivia

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Sure, there was a little awkwardness between me and Clarissa over the whole ‘me looking like a milf’ thing, and her lusting after someone who was obviously a boy on the inside, but once breakfast was over, and we moved onto actually important things… Well, it’s amazing what a good dozen rounds of video game fighting can help you work through. By the end of it, she was too busy rubbing her countless victories in my face to worry about little things like that.

“I keep telling you, dude - Bright Star’s a lame choice. Her attacks are fast, but they lack punch, and she’s basically a glass cannon.”

“It’s not her fault that the game-makers did her dirty!” I complained. “The real Bright Star’s way better than this! Whoever designed this was obviously too busy badly balancing their dumb game to pay any attention to actual Magical Girl stats! I mean, the amount of ooze that she’s handled single handedly - not to mention her occasional work in search and rescue, or her daring attempt at foiling a robbery-”

“Which went terribly,” Clarissa reminded me.

“All the hostages were recovered! And sure, maybe a couple of them have permanent hearing damage now, but the robbers got it way worse!”

“Uh-huh,” Clarissa said, rolling her eyes. “Just do me a favor and don’t try to stop any robberies on your own, alright dude? Being magical doesn’t do shit for helping you solve crime or whatever.”

“There’s a good chance she’s immune to bullets, though!” Chrys chimed in. “I’m not sure she can actually be killed so long as she has enough magic power…”

“Yeah, let’s not test that,” I said, deciding to put my foot down before this conversation spiraled any further out of my control.

“Does sound like a pretty good reason to get your magic power filled, though,” Clarissa pointed out. “Speaking of, are you ready to go clubbing? Because I’ve got a two part plan to get you laid tonight, and the sooner we get started the sooner you can wake up in some random hot chick’s bed.”

“Wait, get laid? We’re talking about gathering lust here, not actually having sex with anyone!”

“What? You wanna stay a virgin for life, dude?” Clarissa asked, arching an eyebrow. “I mean, no judgement or whatever, but I didn’t think you were… Uh. What’s the word? No romo?”

“Aromantic,” I replied. “And I’m not.”

“Asexual,” Chrys corrected us both. “Probably best not to get the two confused.”

“Right, that,” Clarissa agreed, nodding. “No problem if you’re that thing. But if you actually want a girl’s lips between your legs sometime this century, you’re going to have to learn to put yourself out there, dude!”

“Thanks, but I think sex can wait until after I figure out how to grow a dick again,” I replied, ignoring the small part of my brain that wondered what exactly sex as a girl would feel like.

“Your loss, dude,” Clarissa shrugged. “Guess I’ll be the only one heading home with a hottie tonight.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Just as long as this actually works… Speaking of, didn’t you say something about people needing to lust after me in the right body for it to work?” I asked, glaring at a random point in the air.

…I mean, it wasn’t like I could actually glare at Chrys, or anything, so this was the best I could come up with.

“Well, it does tank the conversion rate,” my crystal admitted. I could swear her voice was emanating from the place I glared at, too. “And you’re using up magic to transform, so what you’re getting is pretty pitiful all considering. But quantity is a quality all its own, you know? Throw enough lust at the problem, and some of it’s bound to stick!”

“...Right,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “This is going to be a disaster, isn’t it?”

***

“Whoo! This is gonna be great!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, exiting our rideshare in front of the club. Or ‘The Hive’ rather - the place to be, tonight, if Clarissa was to be believed.

Which she wasn’t. She totally wasn’t. I knew that! Just like I knew all the excitement wafting off me was coming from the ‘party girl’ form I was wearing, rather than the real me. Knowing that did fuck all to lower my excitement though, so who cared? Tonight, I was going to let boring little Max take a nap, so that Olivia could play all night long. I wasn’t going to worry about not being a girl, or whether I was an egg - whatever that meant. No. I was just gonna party!

I should probably worry about how deep under this body’s influence you are, but I’m pretty sure you’re just leaning into it. Who wouldn’t want to take the opportunity to live life as a girl, right?

Ignoring the talking crystals in my head, I made my way towards the club entrance. Getting in thankfully wasn’t much of a problem. We were a pair of hot girls, and the bouncer barely bothered to look at the fake ID I’d made for myself out of ooze.

Once I was actually in, though, I felt myself freezing in place, gawking at the whole area. Part of it might have been my dorky inner boy, but mostly? It was the sheer amount of lust pervading this place. I swear, it was almost visible.

Then again, I wasn’t really sure which of my senses I was actually using to detect the stuff. I just knew it was everywhere - thick as split pea soup. What’s more, while I tried sucking it up, the stuff wouldn’t budge.

Can’t suck up what isn’t yours, Chrys reminded me. Try focusing on the area around Clarissa.

‘Clarissa?’ I sent back, before shrugging. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Clarissa was lusting after the ridiculously hot body I’d made. She’d practically been drooling the whole ride over, and if it wasn’t for the seatbelts I thought there was a serious chance she’d have abandoned all caution and made her way into my lap.

So I did what Chrys suggested, and focused. There was a little bubble of lust, floating around her, that felt different than the rest of this stuff. Not that I could really put my finger on what the difference was. I just knew it was mine.

Actually pulling it into myself was hard, though. Not impossible, or anything, but… Well, if we went back to the split-pea soup analogy, then this was like trying to suck the stuff up through a too-thin straw instead of shoveling it in my mouth with a spoon. I was getting some, but more of it was dissipating into the surroundings over disappearing down my throat.

That’s because you aren’t here in all your purple glory. 

Part of me wondered why we were here, if I couldn’t even absorb all of Clarissa’s lust. How was I going to get anything else? 

Another part of me was already theory crafting - maybe it was more about percentages? Like, if I could only absorb five percent of the lust then I’d be missing a lot, but adding more to the pile would nevertheless increase my share.

The rest of me was calling those two parts of me boring, and wanted to get down to partying. That part was probably mostly coming from the body I inhabited, but… well, it wasn’t wrong. Chrys (probably) knew what she was doing, so all this thinking and worrying was pretty much a waste of time, wasn’t it?

Yup! You’re on the right track with your percentage theory, though.

Cool. I was right about something boring! Ignoring that, though, I was just going to-

“Uh, Earth to Olivia?” Chrys said, waving her hand in front of my face. “You done spacing out?”

“Done spacing, just getting started on the partying,” I replied, with a happy grin, starting to make my way towards the bar. Or at least that was my intent, before Clarissa grabbed my hand.

“First rule of first-time clubbing,” she said, with an uncharacteristically serious expression. “You never know what sorta creeps you’re going to run into at this place…”

“Right…” I was a girl now. Or at least I looked like one… and felt like one, for the moment, but that was obviously just the magic doing its work. Point was, I needed to be careful. Who knew what some guy might slip into my drink, when I wasn’t looking?

“Second rule - never say no to a free drink,” Clarissa declared, moving ahead of me and dragging me towards the bar. “Just so long as you’ve seen the bartender pour it.”

“Even if it comes from a guy?” I asked.

“Taking a drink doesn’t mean you’ve gotta fuck the dude,” she pointed out. “Just be upfront about the gay shit. You’ll get more than enough drinks from idiots who think they can ‘change your mind’ to get drunk ten times over, with a bod like yours.”

“Yeah?” I preened a bit. I couldn’t help it! Clarissa had called me hot - and I was. What was wrong with trying to enjoy that for a little bit?

“Just make sure you’ve got a buddy with you,” Clarissa continued. “Keeps you from being pressured into things. Like that poor girl…” she gestured to the side, where a mousy looking brunette was peering into her drink, trying to ignore the two guys talking on either side of her.

A familiar looking brunette.

“Rachel?” I called out, causing her head to whip towards me. The two guys, meanwhile, glared at me for interrupting - for all of a second, before bright smiles lit their faces.

“Are these your friends?” one asked. “You should have told us you came with company…”

“Yeah!” his friend agreed. “Now there’s one for everyone. Though uh… someone might need to double up, if you catch my drift?” From his smirk, and the look he gave his friend, it seemed like everything was already decided in his mind. Like we were basically guaranteed to go to bed with them, and the only question left was who was getting who.

“I call the hot one,” said friend said, laughing as he took a shot. “You can have the other two.”

“Hey!” Clarissa protested, frowning. “Call her the hottest one, dude. She’s the hottest one. Not the hot one.”

“I don’t think that’s really the problem here,” I pointed out, frowning at the two guys.

“I-I don’t… I mean… um… You’re…”

“Your friends,” Clarissa said, before I could reply. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Uh… I mean… Um…” Rachel glanced between the two of us, and then at the guys next to her, fidgeting a little. “...Yes?”

“Yeah, alright, you’ve had too much to drink,” my friend declared, reaching out to snatch up Rachel’s hand and tug her up out of her seat. “Sorry boys, but she’s with us for tonight.”

“Aw, come on,” the one on the right whined. “I know there’s only two of us, but I promise there’s enough man here for the three of you…”

“More than enough,” I replied, remembering what Clarissa had told me. “We’re gay.”

“Huh?” The guys focused on Rachel. “You’re gay? And you didn’t say anything?”

“You just let the two of us buy you drinks and make fools of ourselves?” the one on the left said, taking a step towards us. “What the hell?”

“She’s shy,” Clarissa declared, stepping forward. “You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I got a problem,” the guy continued, clenching his fist. “I think she should compensate us for our time.”

“And maybe you could help,” the other guy suggested, standing up himself.

‘Man, I wanna punch this guy in the mouth.’

Clarissa opened her mouth to say something, but never got the words out.

Mostly because I’d just punched the first guy in the mouth. Much to the surprise of everyone present - myself included. I mean, I’d been thinking about doing it, but I hadn’t actually intended to….

“What the fuck’s your problem?” the guy demanded, putting a hand to his face. A drop of blood hit the floor. Thankfully, nobody outside our little group apparently noticed, too busy with dancing and talking of their own. Still, I actually had to agree with the guy… What the hell?

Poor impulse control. It’s a side effect of being bonded to goo. Stuff hates artificial restraints, you know?

‘So I’m turning into some sorta violent freak?

Somehow, I doubt that’s where your impulses will take you. Outside of special circumstances, at least.

“Uh, Olivia?” Clarissa whispered in my ear, before grabbing my hand.

“Yeah?”

“First rule of punching some dude at a club? Afterwards, you run.”

Yeah…. The guy? Didn’t look happy. 

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Author's Notes

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I'm... Not entirely sure how I feel about this chapter. I'm not really satisfied with it, but I don't know if that's because it's bad or because depression is bad. (Which it is. Maybe because my psych failed to refill my ADHD meds despite repeated calls.... Or just because depression is depression and it sucks.)

Regardless, I hope you enjoy.