Brandi, Protector of the Gateway Pt. 05

Brandi, the Protector of the Gateway: Season 2

by Pan

The second Michael entered the Mr. Foster's office, he recoiled in shock.

The counsellor had been expecting this. Demons can instantly recognize their own kind, and Mr. Foster had known he'd have trouble on his honds as soon as he'd learned of Michael's true form. The counsellor snapped his fingers and the door slammed behind Michael before he could turn and make a run for it. When he spun to see who had closed it, he found four members of the cheerleading team, naked and staring at him with lust.

Mr. Foster had come to their meeting prepared.

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The previous night, Michael and Brandi had (with great effort) redressed their drunken friend and taken her home. To their relief, after throwing up on the walk back home, Lily had finally stopped aggressively hitting on the two of them...though once her crude pickup attempts had stopped, they'd been forced to fill the gap with awkward conversations.

Brandi was burning up with questions about Michael's sex life and what she meant to him, but she avoided letting any of her errant thoughts loose, instead conversing about safer subjects.

"So, uh, how do you think the football team is going to go this year?"

"Oh yeah, great. Great, for sure."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Yeah, great."

"Great."

"Great."

There was a long pause.

"...yeah."

Once they'd dropped Lily off, Michael offered to walk Brandi home, but she declined. A part of her was still hurt, still angry, but more than anything - she didn't trust herself around Michael. When they were alone, they'd more often than not jump each other's bones, and she knew she couldn't handle that right now, not with the revelations the strange demon had shared with her.

Before parting ways, however, they had briefly spoken about Lily.

"I mean," Brandi had said, avoiding eye-contact with the demon, "I figure maybe she's just a late bloomer? Repressed for so many years, she's letting it all out at once, you know? Women do have needs, after all."

"I know," Michael replied firmly, before immediately regretting his response. "But honestly, it seems like there's something more to it than that. Even going to the party in the first place was a weird move - is there any chance she got hit by one of those hexes?

"Oh shit. Maybe - I'll ask Niles when I see him tomorrow."

"Great. Who knows, maybe it's nothing. Or..."

Michael trailed off, and Brandi looked him in the eyes, unable to stop a slight flush entering her cheeks as she did.

"...or maybe it's a brand new threat."

"God knows we need another one of those."

The pair stood in silent eye contact for a few seconds, before Brandi forced herself to look away, and started striding toward her house. It was a school night, and she'd already been out for far longer than she intended.

"See you tomorrow!" Michael called out after her, and Brandi half-heartedly threw one hand up in a goodnight wave without turning back.

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The next day, Michael had been surprised to find a summons to the counsellor's office waiting for him when he arrived at school. The moment he entered the demon's office and recognized his true form, a lot suddenly made sense - Lily's behavior, some of the changes he'd noticed in other student's bodies...

The answer was right in front of him, but before he could do anything about it, he'd turned around and been hit by a wave of boobs.

Mr. Foster was proud that he'd managed to put his small army of altered cheerleaders to good use. He'd originally only tinkered with them to test his powers, keep himself entertained, and create general discordance in the school, but in this situation they'd turned out to be quite hondy.

As the pack of girls descended on Michael hungrily, Mr. Foster took advantage of the football player's distracted state to work the most powerful magic he had access to. He'd be absolutely spent for the rest of the day, but controlling Michael would be enough of a coup to be worth it.

He didn't bother with subtlety or polite conversation - he leaped forward, placing his honds on Michael's head, digging his fingers into the demon's thick skull.

"Urngh..." Michael struggled, but before he could focus his energy and strength, he was distracted by the feeling of half a dozen feminine honds running all over his body, lifting his shirt and lowering his pants, and several tongues starting work work on his cock.

The counsellor worked fast, draining Michael's mistrust as fast as he could. Once he got past the demon's natural resistance, he knew it would be easy, but as the cheerleaders fought over who got to pleasure him first, one of them had hefted her ample bosom into Michael's face, and without even meaning to, he'd begun to suck on her nipple.

"That's it," Mr. Foster hissed, "suck the fear away..."

The motion of the football player's mouth was perfect - Mr. Foster used it to direct the psychic trickle, and soon the last of Michael's negative emotions were sapped away. The young demon stopped struggling and allowed the cheerleaders to do their work.

As the previously-lesbian brunette (who now had the largest tits on the team) won the right to fuck Michael first, Mr. Foster pulled out his huge demon cock, and mentally willed one of the girls off Michael to take care of it. Normally he'd have given his newest target a bisexual streak and pleasured himself with their body, but he had a lot of work to do on Michael - wiping his memory of the counsellor's true nature, for one - and he didn't want to expend any energy unless absolutely required.

He needed to focus for the task ahead of him, and Mr. Foster had learned his human body focused best while a busty bimbo was servicing his sexual needs.

"Now, Michael..." he said softly. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to be completely honest."

The tit Michael was still frantically sucking on dropped out of his mouth, and he mustered up the energy to ask a question in return before again being distracted by the show the cheerleading team was putting on for him. As one cheerleader slid up and down his thick demon cock and two more made out in front of him, he stammered the inquiry.

"W-who...are...y-y-you?"

"That really doesn't concern you," Mr. Foster replied briskly, trying not to let himself get distracted by the cheerleaders' show. They were really very good - he'd given them both strong exhibitionist streaks, and each night they would go to each others' houses and make out in front of their male siblings, enjoying the taboo attention. "What I want to know is this - what's your relationship with Brandi Winter?"

In response, Michael just rolled his eyes with pleasure - the buxom brunette had started cumming at the sensation of his log splitting her in two, and her pussy twitching around his cock was extremely distracting.

With a sigh, Mr. Foster reached out and touched the demon's forehead. His interrogation would be faster if he simply observed the boy's thoughts - since he was making no effort to hide his true form, this was a simple enough task.

Over the next few minutes, Mr. Foster asked questions and accessed Michael's answers; a first-hond observations of his entire relationship with Brandi. The on-again off-again nature of it, the sex, the emotions below the surface that could never be spoken...and the fight they'd had last night.

Interesting, he thought. There's a lot here to play with...

"Michael," he said, and in his stupor, the boy struggled to turn to face him. Mr. Foster reflected he may have gone slightly overboard in draining the teen's energy, but he knew it had to be done. "I want you to spread your seed. You're a demon - a superior specimen. It's up to you to show as many of these human women as possible what you can do with them, do you onderstand?"

Michael weakly nodded in response. He was barely listening - one of the cheerleaders had decided started fisting another, and he was staring in shock as her entire hond disappeared up the other's wet snatch.

Normally Michael would have cum by now - demon cocks were exponentially more sensitive, and Michael's particularly so. Mr. Foster had confirmed from his memories of fucking Brandi that the demon football player didn't normally last more than a few minutes once he was inside a human female.

But Mr. Foster had made some adjustments, increasing his endurance, making sure that he didn't cum until his female partner had. And as he spoke, each of his commands also had a mental push, ensuring Michael would follow them to the letter.

"I want you to give them the ride of their lives, onderstand? Show them what us demons can do - I want you to appreciate every inch of their bodies, and have them appreciate every inch of yours. I want you to get them off, last for hours...stritch them out and leave them begging for more.

"With one exception."

Mr. Foster leaned in closer to Michael's face as he completed his instruction. While he'd been exploring Michael's memories, the girl enthusiastically fucking the lad had cum twice more, and he could tell Michael was almost ready for release.

"Brandi Winter. I want you to find her - today if possible - and I want you to seduce her. But as long as you're inside her, fucking her, sexually involved with her at all...you can't cum. I want you to leave Brandi wondering what's wrong with her, why she can't please you."

Michael was distracted and close to orgasm, but he still confirmed the counsellor's instructions. Again, Mr. Foster took advantage of the demon's actions to assist in his control - as Michael helplessly came, shooting his seed into the willing ex-lesbian bouncing up and down on top of him, Mr. Foster wiped his memory of their meeting. As his sticky load left Michael's body, so too did any knowledge of Mr. Foster's demon nature, of even coming to visit him in the first place.

When they were done, Mr. Foster was red in face and panting heavily. Demons were heavily resistant to memory alterations, but it was the only way Mr. Foster could keep his secret safe - he needed Michael out there, doing the counsellor's work without suspecting a thing. Brandi was vulnerable: her feelings for the demon made her weak, and he knew he could take advantage.

The memory wipe caused Michael to pass out, and so Mr. Foster ordered the cheerleaders to clean him off and re-dress him, and clean up the rest of his office while they were at it. Altering another demon was harder than anything he'd done since coming to Antioch in the first place, and he was almost completely spent. As three of the naked, nubile girls did his bidding, he withdrew his enormous cock from the fourth's mouth, and turned her around.

Mr. Foster was exhausted, but he knew it was unlikely that he was going to get off inside another student later in the day, and so he wanted to make use of the cheerleaders while they were there. She moaned with pleasure as he started slowly pounding her, her naked team-mates making his office presentable and removing any traces of demonic or sexual activity.

Soon, he was ready to cum. He used the last of his power to make sure she got off at the same time as he did, twitching and spasming around him as he pumped her full of his seed. As he collapsed back onto his chair, the cheerleaders cleaned him off, re-dressed him, and made themselves presentable as well. Their uniforms, once fitting so perfectly, now looked like parodies of cheerleader costumes - Mr. Foster had given all of them more ample assets, and as their tits strained against their colorful tops, their skirts bounced with every step, revealing their new bubble butts.

Mr. Foster smiled as the cheerleaders left his office, giggling and carrying Michael with them. He was getting closer every day - tomorrow, he would begin to put the Protector under his control.

And once Brandi was dealt with, nothing would stand in his way.

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Nicolette's eyes widened as she walked into the school library and saw Lily.

Lily was dressed in a pair of denim shorts, her normally pasty-white legs covered in black silk stockings. It was a bold combination, and Nicolette wasn't sure how she felt about it - not that it particularly mattered, of course, since it was unlikely that anyone would be focusing on her legs.

On her top half, Lily was simply wearing a black vest. No bra, no shirt - she'd rummaged through the school's dress code and discovered a technicality. Not one that would hold up in front of the principal, but running a school atop a demon portal meant that the principal typically had more important things to worry about than dress code violations.

"What are you doing here?" the cheerleader asked.

"Waiting for Niles," Lily replied, looking around mischievously. "But until then..."

"...we're alone." Nicolette realized out loud, and within a second she'd crossed the room and flung her arms around the nerdy redhead.

She had no idea why she found Lily so irresistible, but each and every time they found themselves in the same room together, it never took more than a few moments before they were in each other's arms. She flipped Lily's vest to the side, exposing her enormous chest-puppies, leaned forward and passionately started licking and sucking on one of the redhead's nipples.

Nicolette was wearing a crimson top and a skirt that ended around her knees, and as Lily reached down and started caressing her new lover's stomach, she was impressed by what she encountered.

"Wow," she said, lifting Nicolette's top and feeling her stomach. "Have you been working out?"

"No more than usual," Nicolette replied, after removing Lily's tit from her mouth. "Just cheerleading practice..."

And making love to my boyfriend, she mentally added. The previous night, Duncan had fucked her twice more. She'd tried to ignore the fact that he didn't even look at her the second and third time - or how long it had taken - instead choosing to focus on the positive: she'd lost her virginity to the man she loved.

And that meant she was free to get knocked up by anyone she wanted.

Lily, meanwhile, was still intrigued by Nicolette's body. The brunette was starting to resemble a fitness model - all traces of fat or flab had disappeared, and where her stomach had been flat and tanned just the day before, her abs were now clearly visible and well-defined. Lily took a step back and admired the cheerleader; her arms had started developing a small amount of muscle, with visible veins on her forearms and wrist. Lily lifted Nicolette's skirt, and noted that her legs were more muscular as well.

It was amazing how much had changed in a single day.

How bizarre, Lily mused, even as her pussy got wet at the strangeness of it all.

Before they could resume their encounter, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway - someone was coming.

"Run!" Lily hissed, and Nicolette's body obeyed before she even processed the command, ducking behind one of the shelves on the side, completely hidden from sight.

"Ah, Lily."

The soft tone and British accent told Nicolette that Lily was talking to Niles, Brandi's Mentor.

"Brandi asked me to talk to you - she's worried about you. And, frankly, so am I."

"What can I do for you, Niles?"

Behind the bookcase, Nicolette stiffened. She knew that tone - Lily was attempting to be seductive.

"Well, let me start with a simple question. I've known you for a year now, and I've never seen you wear anything like that. What on earth possessed you to come to school in such a revealing outfit?"

"You don't like it?"

Nicolette could hear the pout in Lily's voice.

"Well, if you like...I can take it off."

"Good heavens, no! Listen to me, child, you've got to put those away. Lily, I know you - this isn't you. Please, listen to me..."

"Oh I'm listening...sir. I'll be good."

"Lily, put your top back on at once."

"But please, sir. I just want my girls to come out and play. Is that so bad?"

"You know damned well it is. It's hugely inappropriate. Lily, listen - you're under the effect of some kind of supernatural force. One of the witch's hexes must have gotten to you, or something else. Whatever it is, it's affecting your behavior...and your body."

"Whatever do you mean, sir?"

"Lily, I must insist that you put your top back on this instant."

"If I don't, will you give me a spanking?"

"Now look here."

Even behind the bookshelf, Nicolette recoiled. She'd never heard such authority come from gentle, mild-mannered Niles before. She had no idea what Lily was doing, but whatever it was...it had incurred the Mentor's wrath.

"You stupid child! You've been affected by a curse, or a hex! I can't risk a counterspell until I have some support, and until then I'm certainly not going to stand here and take advantage of you. Put your vest back on immediately, and seriously consider going home until we can sort this out."

There was a long silence, and to Nicolette's surprise, Lily replied quietly.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Niles."

"Don't...don't cry, child. It's okay."

Lily sighed, and Nicolette heard the sound of footsteps. After a minute of silence, she poked her head out - Lily had left, but Niles was still standing in the centre of the room. He was looking her way, and started at the sudden appearance of her head.

"Uh, hi..."

"Should I even ask?" he replied, one eyebrow raised.

"Sorry," Nicolette said sheepishly. "I didn't...I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"Ah."

There was a pause, as the librarian and the cheerleader stared at each other.

"So you think Lily may be under a...spell?"

"Have you noticed anything unusual about her behavior lately?" Niles replied, looking over his glasses at her.

A part of Nicolette wanted to share recent events with the older man, tell him about how she was oddly unable to resist Lily...but she held back. After all, two women helping each other getting off wasn't strange in itself, it was just the intensity that was strange.

Instead, she admitted that Lily's dress-sense had been a little different lately, and Niles nodded.

"Has anyone else been acting strangely?" he asked, but this time Nicolette drew a blank. Duncan's behavior had been slightly off, but - as much as she trusted Niles - she didn't want to share so much of her personal life.

"Well," Niles said thoughtfully. "keep your eyes open, okay?"

"Of course," Nicolette agreed, and walked out of the library, her mind racing.

Who was she going to fuck first?

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That afternoon, immediately after school was let out, Mr. Foster was napping on his desk, trying to regain his strength. He'd held a few interviews throughout the day, but without his powers, he was unable to enjoy himself as much as he was accustomed to, so it had been one drab affair after another.

There was a knock at the door, and as he quickly sat up and attempted to regain his composure, a blonde girl entered. She seemed...oddly familiar.

"Can I help you at all, Miss..."

"Winter," she said, and Mr. Foster tried to hide his panic. "Brandi Winter."

"Ah yes, Miss Winter. Please, please do come in."

As Brandi took a seat in front of him, Mr. Foster's hearts began to race, and he mentally tried to recall everything his literature had said about the Protector. She could detect demons, yes...but only if she was focused, concentrated, on-guard.

If he kept her off-kilter, she wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to work out who he was - what he was.

But...if she wasn't here because she already knew, doing anything suspicious would be incredibly dangerous...

And so Mr. Foster just flashed the most disarming smile he could manage, and asked young Brandi to have a soat.