My world turned briefly red as I plunged into the portal. I felt myself get turned upside down, back to front and inside out all in an instant, before I exploded through the other side.

Metaphorically exploded to be precise, as I came through a little disoriented but perfectly whole. The random, violent changes in direction I had gone through had left my brain insisting that I should be falling upwards, and not currently flying face first into the ground on the other side of the field like I currently was. I ate shit. Hard. Then I bounced a few times, ass over tea kettle, before skidding to a halt a few metres away. From how fast my exit was, the portal definitely ejected me with some extra speed.

I stood and looked at the others back across the way. They were staring at me with a variety of expressions ranging from disinterest to disbelief, and a few things in between. I brushed myself off, and stepped through the portal again. This time foot first rather than head. The flash of red and weird direction changes happened again, and I reappeared where I started, stumbling a bit as my pace changed, but catching it this time.

Everyone looked at me. I looked back. Then the succubus bent forward, grabbed a rock, and tossed it through the portal. It arrived on the other side with a loud pop and a bright flash. Everyone watched her do it, then looked back to me.

I shrugged. "Guess my power works then. Oh well, it's still cool."

"Wait, you were hoping to explode?" Asked Peter, incredulously.

"Well, kinda yeah. Would have been interesting at least."

"You are a strange person." Said Kyle, looking at me curiously.

I shrugged again, "I'm pretty sure I'm in good company here. Anyway, you all know what the two of us can do now, anyone else care to demonstrate?"

Charlotte looked up from where she was throwing more pebbles through the portal, and the Jock looked up from staring at her ass. "Yeah, fine." She said, stretching as she stepped forward. She waved a hand at the portal in front of her.

"Get this shit out of the way first." She said, and Peter hastily made a gesture and it snapped closed and vanished.

There was a burst of what looked like black fire, and the leggy blonde was gone. In her place stood an equally leggy demon with her features. Seriously, demon was the only way to describe it. Her eyes had turned into red, catlike slits, her hair had darkened to jet black, and she now sported a pair of curved horns. Her feet had also changed. Well, I assumed they did. Either that or she somehow managed to pack a pair of cloven hooves into her shoes earlier. I was curious how that worked actually, did she need to buy new shoes every time she transformed or something? And a new shirt too, since she also had a pair of large, batlike wings sprouting from her back.

We all stared at her, transfixed for a minute, before eventually, like a snapping rubber band, everyone snapped back to attention. Of course when I say "everyone", I mean everyone else. I had pretty quickly joined her in studying the open mouthed slack jawed expressions of the others present. The nerd was particularly entertaining to watch, he was so slack jawed I could probably ride a horse into there. Even the coach was affected, and he had been standing there so dispassionately bored and uninvolved he may as well have not been here.

"I see what you mean by seduction" He said, after clearing his throat once or twice. "Show us this so-called Dark Magic as well."

"It's just your standard hell fire." She said, waving her hand dismissively. She then pointed, and a thin stream of black fire, like the burst when she transformed erupted from her fingertip. It left the ground scorched in its wake.

"Oh that is hardcore!" I said, bouncing up and down on my toes. "Now do me!"

Charlotte turned to look at me, eyebrow raised, before she shrugged, and pointed at me.

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I exploded into a ball of hellfire, it clinging to me, hot, yet strangely wet and sticky at the same time. I screamed in pain and terror, then almost immediately burst into laughter at the horrified expressions everyone else wore. They all stopped in various acts of horror or rescue to glare at me. When the fire died out, and I got control of my levity, I looked around at them.

"What?"

"That wasn't funny." Said Charlotte sternly, cold gaze locked on me.

"Nope." I replied, still chuckling slightly. "It was hilarious."

Cold joyless eyes met mine, before she shook her head. "Alright fine, it was kind off fine, but you're still an asshole."

"I never claimed otherwise." I said, finally having stopped giggling to myself.

"So did it actually hurt?" Asked Peter, whose curiosity had seemingly gotten the better of him.

"Nope, I don't do pain. Kinda tickled though."

"I'm more curious about why your clothes are still fine. I get it not hurting you, but why are they fine?" Asked Mick.

"Why, are you disappointed?"

To my surprise, that got a blush out of him. That outward confidence thing was definitely an act.

"I am." Chimed in Charlotte.

Now it was her turn again to be stared at.

"What?" She asked, looking around. "Can't a girl be a little curious?"

"Curious about seeing a teen naked?" I shuddered. "Look out boys, we have us a perv."

She flipped me off. "First, you're not underaged, and second, lust demon, remember? I'm supposed to be a perv."

"Just remind me not to take you near any schools."

"My bedroom isn't near any schools." She said with a suggestive smirk and a wink.

Our flirtations were interrupted by the Coach clearing his throat. "Save it for later ladies." He said gruffly. He did pretty much everything gruffly come to think of it, dude was a regular old sour puss.

"You're lucky last." He said, pointing at Kyle. "Show us what you can do."

Charlotte cancelled her transformation, returning to her regular sexy self, and moved back into line, giving Kyle space to move forward. He did so in two quick steps that turned into a… pirouette? He spun on his toes, pink and silver glitter appearing around him in great, sparkly swirls. He stopped, striking a dramatic pose, legs spread, one hand raised in a victory sign, the other firmly planted on his hip. His tank top and jeans combo was gone, replaced with a frilly pink dress. He had white stockings with ribbons, a pair of pink pumps, and tall, pink witch's hat. He was also shorter, much shorter. With long hair. And he was now asian. And a girl.

"Holy shit." I said, already bursting into delighted laughter. "He's a fucking magical girl!"

Kyle stood in the most adorable, pouting huff I had ever seen, while everyone else stared, either at him, or me, since I was currently rolling around on the ground cackling in delight.

"It's not funny!" He declared, cheeks puffed up, torso bent forward with hands on hips, sending me into further hysterics.

"He's just so fucking cute." I said, finally managing to clamber to my feet and wipe my eyes. "That is the best thing I have ever seen."

"So do you do anything else, or just transform?" Asked Charlotte, who seemed largely nonplussed by the whole thing.

"Yeah, go on." I said, still giggling. "Show us your magical love powers."

Kyle made the most adorable growling sound, but relented, holding out an arm. A swirl of pink, and a broom appeared in his hand. It was the classical witch broom, with the round bristles, but was of course, pink and silver. He twirled the thing with a practised motion, spinning it so it swept his legs out from underneath him, leaving him sitting side saddle. He then rose a few metres off of the ground, broom levitating in place.

"Ok," He said, "Someone throw something at me."

I obliged, taking off my shoe and hurling it at his face. A flash of glitter, and the shoe rebounded, hitting me in the face.

"I can create barriers that repel just about anything." He explained. "Though they get weaker and smaller the further away from me they get."

"Neat." Said Charlotte. "Anything else?"

"Some slight illusion powers, making small visual effects and the like. I can also fly, but only with this broom."

Kyle floated back to the ground, then with a twirl, he vanished his broom. He didn't, however, cancel the transformation, which I found odd considering how embarrassed he seemed to be about it.

"Now that introductions are over," Grumbled Coach, "We can get down to business."

"I bet this is where he tells us to kick the shit out of each other." I said, leaning over to whisper in Charlotte's ear. Well, leaning up to do it. Bitch was tall.

She snorted. "I don't think he'll make us do that yet."

"Yeah, he totally would." Chimed in Kyle.

Charlotte opened her mouth, then stopped. "No, you're right. He would do that wouldn't he?"

"Would do and am doing." Coach said. "Time for sparring kids. Let's see what the smart arse over there can do."

I grinned. "Sounds good coach. Which poor bastard do I get to pummel?"

Coach pointed at the Jock. "Jackson. You can take her on. Show off some of that experience."

"Yes sir." Said Mick, stepping forward. "What are the rules?"

"Make sure the healer can fix it. That's it."

"That's it?" Asked Peter, who seemed a little pale at the prospect of sparring. Made you wonder why he signed up for a combat sport if violence made him uneasy, but hey, I wasn't there to judge. That was just a perk I offered on the side.

"That's it. Anymore inane questions?"

"Yeah." I said, cracking my knuckles as I walked to the centre of the big clay field, Mick following behind. “How good is the healer?”