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So I had recently read Bad Luck Lacey. An enf story by hail2thechief. (You should really check it out.) And I was really inspired by it to write something similar seeing as how they finished the story. I felt that such a concept was open to more scenarios, so here we are.

Yes, I know my stories first ‘arc’ is glaringly similar to Bad Luck Lacey’s. But I’m just using it as the jumping off point. The rest of the content will be stuff I come up with myself, or stuff you guys suggest or request.

Other than that, enjoy the story. And remember; Nothing to see here, move along.

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Chapter-1 Part-1

Luck. By definition it is success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own actions. However the degree of success or failure can vary depending on the situation. Some people find themselves to be very lucky. Others find themselves to be cursed by bad luck. And then there are those that believe that luck is simply nonsense. Something that you pin blame on for bad things and stick praise on for good.

However in actuality, the truth is that luck is real. It is something bestowed upon people at the time of birth by the god of luck. The god dispenses luck to humans in order to give them an edge against fate. However not all receive the same amount of luck. The amount they are given is decided based on a number of factors. Their parents luck, their belief in luck, their skills and whether or not they need a boost, all these things and more are what the god uses to appropriately proportion luck. Because, in the end there has to be balance. No one persons luck can severly outweigh anothers. For if that were to happen, all the good luck would be drawn to them whilst those around them would suffer from bad luck.

And it is on that note that we begin our story. You see, gods are not perfect, despite what some may think. They can make mistakes from time to time. And the god of luck is no different. So when one girl was born he accidently gave her too much luck. And it wasn’t until she was eighteen that he managed to notice and fix the problem.

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Erica always considered herself to have the luck of the Irish, despite her German heritage. She would constantly find herself in situations in which she lucks out. Finding lost money, winning a scratch-off lottery ticket, being able to make it to class just in the nick of time when she overslept, you know, stuff like that. There was a time when she was climbing the rope in gym class and her pants fell down, exposing the thong she happened to be wearing at the time. However she was saved because everyone was distracted by another student who had fallen off another rope. Then there was the time she was at a Fourth of July party at a friends house. She had accidently gotten BBQ sauce on her skirt and her friends dog had run over and ripped her skirt off in its quest for a snack. Fortunately the fireworks had just started and everyone’s attention was elsewhere whilst she chased after the dog in her panties. Eventually the dog tired and she retrieved her skirt.

Yep, Erica was always the lucky one.

However her friends on the other hand weren’t so fortunate. Where Erica was fortunate, her friends were plagued by misfortune. One friend in particular had it the worst.

Amber, though Erica considers her a friend, is anything but. The girl acts all nice and friendly to Erica, but that’s only so she can try to take advantage of her. After all, Erica is their schools star cheerleader and is extremely popular. Perhaps it was her ill intentions that caused Amber to befall so much bad luck.

There was the time in gym class when they were having a three-legged-race. Amber and her teammate took the lead and passed Erica and her teammate, but just as they did Erica tripped and fell. As is normal with any human, Erica’s automatic reaction was to grab something to stop her fall. That something just so happened to be Amber’s pants. So down went Erica along with Amber’s pants. But that wasn’t the end of it. Erica happened to also grab the waistband of Amber’s panties as well, so when the pants went down, so did the last defense for her modesty. Amber tripped over her pants and panties which were bundled at her ankles, and fell face first onto the ground with her bare ass in the air for all to see. It would be weeks before Amber was comfortable showing her face in class. And even though Erica apologized, Amber never forgave the shame that was inflicted upon her that day.

Another time, the girls along with some boys decided to go for a swim down by a nearby river. All the girls were in their swimsuits and having fun whilst the guys were fishing. Erica then asked one of the guys if she could have a shot at fishing. He graciously lent her his fishing rod. And when Erica arched the rod back to cast, the hook caught on Amber’s bikini bottoms. Erica cast and off went Amber’s bottoms, leaving her ass and pussy exposed.

Yes, Erica was the bane of Amber’s exitence. She swore that one day she would get back at her, and when that day comes should would burn with shame the likes of which Erica could only have nightmares of.

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The 18 year old Erica let out a yawn as she woke up in her bed. It was a flowery, pink affair that looked so sweet and innocent that it might give one diabetes. Needless to say the rest of the room matched. Erica was a very reserved girl who had a liking for cute and childish things. Almost everything she owned was plush or pink. That included her underwear. As Erica hopped out of bed she grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed for the bathroom to shower. Once inside, she disrobed, exposing her killer body. Erica had shoulder length blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her face was smooth and round, hightening her beauty. She had a perfect hourglass figure, accented by her huge breasts, shapely hips, taught round ass, and sculpted thighs. Being a cheerleader allowed her to keep in shape and maintain her figure. She glanced down at her crotch. A puff of curly blonde hair covered her womanly folds.

“Hmm, a few more days.” she said as she pulled at her pubic hair. She had a schedule for when she trimmed her pubes and even though they were a bit much, she was a creature of habit and didn’t want to through off her schedule.

Erica hopped in the shower and turned the hot water on. After a thorough rinsing and scrubbing she hopped back out and began putting on her clothes. Her choice of panties for today were standard bright pink panties with white frills at the edge, along with a matching bra. Covering her garden with the panties and squeezing her massive melons into the bra, she then put on her outer clothes. Once all was said and done she headed downstairs for breakfast before heading to school.

As Erica arrived at school she was in high spirits. This week was the annual pep rally and she was going to make sure her cheer squad was a hit. She already informed the rest of her team that they would have to stay late after school in order to learn the new routine for the rally. Something that the prissy girls on her team weren’t too enthusiastic about. Most of them were cheerleaders for the sake of appearances. You know, in order to flaunt their stuff and attract the jocks. Not many of them were very interested in working hard.

Erica however, was somewhat oblivious to all this, and simply assumed the girls were just nervous about the new routine. It was a complicated routine after all, and it would require absolute perfection of the entire team to pull it off.

And it was on the first day that the gears began to turn in the direction of Erica’s humiliation. Erica waved to her friend Amber as she and the rest of the team arrived at the locker room. Amber had a body that would rival Erica’s, but slightly less so. Her long brown hair hung loose down her back and her green eyes stared at Erica with concealed hatred. As the girls one by one began changing into their practice shorts and shirts, Amber noticed Erica adjusting her shorts.

“What’s the matter Erica?”

“The waistband on these damn shorts must have stretched.” the blonde answered. “See, they look loose.”

Erica posed for Amber who watched as the shorts slowly slid down her hips, just barely able to stay up. Any extreme movement would jostle them free.

It was then that Amber came up with a devious plan.

Meanwhile Erica swapped to her backup shorts.

After practice, Amber approached Erica with a proposition. “Hey Erica, there’s this formation I was hoping we could work into our routine. If we nail it it will be a total hit with the audience.”

Erica was unsure of adding a new move to the routine this late into practice, but she also wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. “Sure. What is it?”

Amber explained the routine to Erica. It basically required one of them to do several flips before getting caught by the legs by two of the other cheer leaders with the persons legs held apart. Essentially the person who did it would have their legs spread and facing the audience.

“Hmm, I think we can incorporate it.” mused Erica. After all, it wasn’t too hard of a move to perform. “But who should be the center?”

Amber smirked. “Why, you of course! You’re the head cheerleader! The star of the show! It only makes sense for you to be the one to pull it off.”

“Gee, you think so?” Erica asked as she blushed slightly from the praise. “All right girls!” Erica called out. “We’ve got a new move to learn. So be extra attentive tomorrow. Otherwise that’s it. Practice is over.”

And with that Erica took her leave and headed back to the locker room. The rest of the girls however, had stayed behind and glared at Amber.

“What’s the big idea, adding more to our routine?” one grumbled angrily.

“Yeah, you got a death wish or something?”

“I have places to be and you’re adding to the time I have to waste here.”

“Girls calm down. I have a great plan.” Amber said, trying to placate the angry cheerleaders. “Did you notice how Erica’s shorts were practically falling down?”
Some of the girls nodded whilst others shook their heads.

“Well, my plan is to embarrass her in front of the whole school. If we steal all the cheerleading skirts and hide them before the pep rally, then Erica will be forced to have us all perform in our shorts. Then all we need to do is make sure that Erica is wearing her crummy shorts, and the routine will do the rest. Think about it.”

The girls took a moment to imagine Erica there at the pep rally, her pants around her ankles with her childish panties on display. They one by one began to giggle sinisterly.

And so the gears continued to turn.