In the girl's locker room at Ashford Academy, the swim team was getting ready for a practise session. Not an event of any special note, save for the fact that Shirley Fenette was among them. Shirley was still thinking about it, what Milly had been saying. Lelouch is an ass man? He liked butts? The thought kept on catching her out over the course of the day. Was she right? Was he an ass man? It made her glimpse back at her own butt from time to time.
Milly liked to joke that she was a "ten", but... Was she? Changed into the modest swim clothes provided by the school, Shirley discretely ran her hands down her hips and gave herself a little squeeze - then immediately turned crimson. What was she thinking? Even if it was true, she wouldn't have the faintest idea how to use that information to get Lelou's -
"By the way, where did you get those jeans?" she heard one member of the team ask another. "They really made your butt pop out."
"Well, that's what a good pair of jeans will tend to do for you," the other girl answered. "If I had Shirl's figure, there isn't a boy alive who could keep his eyes off me."
"Oh yeah! And don't forget about half the girls!"
She blinked and then frowned at the two of them. "How much did Milly pay you to say that?" she growled, then jumped when she felt a wet towel sting her right on the tailbone.
"About as much as she paid me to do that," said the towel whipper, who made the mistake of sticking out her tongue. This provided an opening for Shirley to pinch her cheeks. The cheeks on her face! "Uwaaah! It was worth it!" the girl whined.
"Was it now?" Shirley asked her. "Oh? Really? And what made it so worth it, exactly?"
She got her answer moments later when the first two girls suddenly stepped in behind her, grabbed the material on the lower portion of her swimsuit and... To invent a verb, thonged her. Or is that bethonged? Curiously, Shirley wasn't in much of a mood to deal with invented words when her butt crack was suddenly full of swimsuit. She released the first girl's cheeks - again, the cheeks on her face - and slowly turned around to face Milly's accomplices with a menacing twitch in her eye.
"Seriously, try wearing a thong the next time you talk with him," one of them said, apparently oblivious to her impending doom.
"Uh huh, it does wonders for your psychology. Your body language will feel sexier to them, and it will really pique their interest!"
"Who... Asked you... For advice?!" Shirley yelled, and quickly gave chase. Oooh! Honestly now! At this point she was certain of it. Milly was absolutely messing with her! There wasn't a chance in hell that Lelou was an ass-man, just mark her words! Lelouch stood more of a chance being Royalty than being an ass-man!
Yeah... So about that.
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"H-Hey, wait a minute here!" one of the soldiers suddenly said, seeming to break free from the shock of seeing their commanding officer suddenly start paddling herself. "What did you do to her? Cut that out, or -"
"Or what?" Lelouch asked. He felt the power of ass rise up within him. "After all, you all enjoy the sight too much to do anything but stare at her butt. A bunch of ass-kissers like you are good for nothing else!"
One by one their attention returned right where it ought to have been in the first place. On that sweet, sweet can getting a good hard righteous paddling. Aha! So, as long as the command was to do with ass, he could command anything he wanted? Remarkable. Not exactly what she had described, but this sex genie granted power was truly remarkable!
"Ah, it's always so good to see newly granted powers being used responsibly," said C.C. the sex genie, who was not so idly letting her eyes roam over the tormented rump of a haughty Britannian bitch. "It fills me with a sense of satisfaction about a job well done."
"A job well done?" Suzaku asked. "Lelouch, did you really have to give that kind of order?"
"What's that Suzaku?" Lelouch asked, just a little shocked at his friend's reaction. "You decry me the opportunity to defend myself?"
"Against someone in authority?" Suzaku replied, while making a poor show of pretending he wasn't sneaking peeks at the erotic sight of a woman smacking her own butt repeatedly with a leather crop. "They call that resisting arrest. And it's illegal for a very good reason! You have to let the system work through your innocence."
Lelouch mulled this over for a moment, then returned his attention to the commander. "Do you really and honestly believe that she would have merely arrested me? No, Suzaku! She was ready to execute us on the spot. If I cannot use this power to delay an unfair, unjust execution, then when is it right to make use of this kind of power?"
"Never," Suzaku insisted quite self righteously. "I will never use this power on someone else... Without their express permission, that is. That's only right, after all."
At which point, a certain sex genie began to laugh quite, quite hard. As in, literally slapping her sexy knees, bent over double from laughter and, incidentally, giving Lelouch a decent look at the outline of a butt he was sure no amount of magic could possibly improve.
"Hey! What's so funny?" Suzaku demanded. "I'm quite serious. I will not abuse this weird power you gave me."
"Oh, no. I believe you," C.C. sniffed, then laughed again. "You do believe that... right now. But do you know the thing about power? It likes being used, but it <i>loves</i> being abused. Is that not right, commander?"
"Ooh, yes!" the commander cooed, still smacking away. "I love being abused as much as I love abusing!"
Interesting. Lelouch wondered if that was due to the power he had acquired, or if it was more along the lines of something else entirely. Then he heard bullets flying and thought 'oh yeah, this is an active warzone.'
"I think we should probably continue this reunion another time," Lelouch suggested. "Pleasant though it was to catch up, timing is rather everything."
"I'll need to take her in at least," Suzaku said. "Maybe if Clovis sees that we have her, he'll put a stop to all of this."
But C.C. was not having it. When Suzaku attempted to grab hold of her wrist, she deftly slipped away. How rare, seeing someone able to keep away from Suzaku Kururugi, noted fitness freak! And she made it look so effortless, not to mention sexy!
"Really now Suzaku, I cannot believe I gave such a potent ability to someone so naive," C.C. taunted. "Lelouch here has the right idea. Still, I do always find it fun to watch the innocent ones fall, it's so fun to watch them flail about and protest their innocence even as they are lured into that which they claim to despise."
She smiled brilliantly at them and ran her hands through her hair. Both boys froze in place, and even the hypnotised soldiers could only stare in rapt attention at the radiant green hair that made the sex genie seem more like a sex goddess. It was an utterly enthralling sight that would haunt their dreams for years to come, and corrupt their nightmares as well.
"Lelouch. You are the ethically compromised jerk with a heart of gold. Suzaku. You are the guilt ridden jerk that clings to his morals. While I am the mysterious beauty that makes you both want to jerk off. We all have our roles to play in events: Which will you boys be? Heroes or villains? I think the answer will surprise you both."
Then she tore off her straightjacket and tossed it straight at the boys, and gaily skipped off to wherever the hell she felt like. All of them stared after her for about ten to twenty seconds, give or take, with nary a one of them able to do much more than that.
"Aren't you going to give chase?" Lelouch asked.
"No," Suzaku answered. "I'm kind of afraid of what might happen if I caught her."
"True," Lelouch nodded. "She might have given you a difficult to deal with fetish, like being intensely aroused by shoelaces or entranced by water."
"... I had not considered that," Suzaku winced. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and turned away. "Uh... Listen, you should get going. I'll smooth things out here, but this is really no place for a civilian. Give your sister my regards, and I hope we can catch up soon."
With that, the two friends quickly departed. Yet Lelouch had no mind to leaving, quite yet. While he could probably break through the blockade that was by now encircling Shinjuku, that seemed rather riskier than he liked. Unfortunately it seemed as though Suzaku was as stubborn as ever. He wouldn't help any more than this, not that he especially could in any event. No, Lelouch had a different plan in mind to get out of Shinjuku. But the first thing he would need would be...
"You there! What's a student doing here? Identify yourself!"
... A Knightmare just like the one pointing its gun at him. And piloted by a woman, from that voice. A Britannian machine like that would be perfect for his needs.
"My name is Alan Spacer," he lied smoothly. "I am the son of a Duke..."
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Really now, Suzaku was just starting to feel awkward about the whole thing. How was he supposed to address this? The commander was still smacking her butt with that riding crop. Her endurance must be crazy high to last this long.
"You don't have to do that, you know," he suggested. "Lelouch is gone now."
"Don't care!" the commander whined, and then let loose another smack that seemed to echo around the ruined buildings. "Must smack my ass! I can still keep going! Must smack ass!"
Incredible! And horrible at the same time. He almost felt sorry for the woman, being trapped in this situation with no way out but to make herself faint from self-spanking. Suzaku bit his lip and looked over at the soldiers too. They were also enthralled by Lelouch's weird butt power.
"Commander, snap out of it!" he insisted, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. To no avail. She continued going. "We have to go back to base, right now!"
"Touch me again Eleven, and you will surely learn what regret means!" the commander sneered, then shuddered as paddle met cheek.
There was only one way out that Suzaku could see. Well, that or leaving her here, which seemed far crueller a fate. He shifted his hand a little and concentrated - maybe this would snap her out of -
"Krk!" the commander shuddered, going wide eyed and still. "Guh! Wh-what is - Ah! Ah! Ooooh! Yes, that's it, right there! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaah!"
He'd barely even done anything. Aside from the increasingly violent shuddering through the commander's entire body, the only part of her actually moving at all were her lips, which were turning up in a big actually rather conventionally pretty smile. No sign of the sadist in her expression anymore, just a woman having the most thunderous orgasm of her entire life. To his shame and surprise Suzaku actually felt... Good about making her feel good.
"More!" the commander ordered. "Touch me again! Anywhere you want! Oh, wow! Please, don't make me beg an Eleven! I - I can't take it anymore! You have to touch me again, that's an order!"
"But all I did was squeeze your shoulders..." Suzaku said in total amazement. He stared at his fingers in wonder. What the hell was this touch? "Lelouch, I hope you're careful with that power. It must be even stronger than you thought!"
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Naturally, 'careful' was not currently in Lelouch's vocabulary. As Villetta Nu was currently discovering, it really should have been in hers. Well, no that's not quite true. She wasn't discovering that at all. Actually, the only thing she was discovering was what it was like to be compelled to twerk for an hour straight with an ass that had been increased in size, which had skin thrice as sensitive as it normally would be.
To step back a little: Villetta was the pilot of a Sutherland Knightmare frame. That is to say, the primary vehicle of choice for the Britannian Empire's military. What's a Knightmare? Think of it like a warmech, typically with a single pilot. Anyway, Lelouch had tricked her into leaving the safety of her Knightmare to check out his identification, and lo and behold that was the instant he commanded her to twerk it like she was being paid.
"Not bad," Lelouch had said while watching her leaning against a wall. Villetta was a rather attractive woman. Tanned skin, lean figure. She was currently holding her long silver hair to the side to keep it from getting in the way. He leaned in and grabbed hold of her tush, which was still covered by her uniform. "Now tell me the access code for your Knightmare."
"Noooo," she had insisted.
"Your butt is now twice as sensitive," Lelouch had said, and so it was. He squeezed it while she worked her hips, and the strange feeling made her bite her lips. "And for good measure, let's make it a little bigger. There we go, much better. How does that feel?"
"Feels good!" Villetta had moaned helplessly.
"I can make it feel better," Lelouch whispered in her ear, then added his second hand onto her tender derriere. "Three times original sensitivity! Tell me the code, or I'll make it four."
She whined in a manner most unbecoming of a Britannian officer, and then suddenly blurted it out, a series of numbers that would allow anyone with the key to command her Sutherland. She would be totally unable to bear it if it went to four times!
"Good girl," Lelouch said, patting her on the rear. "Try to have some fun, my dear. Don't make an ass of yourself... When I can do it for you."
He climbed inside the Sutherland, switched it on and then moved out onto the battlefield, leaving Villetta there twerking away, utterly helpless to do anything else. But oh, how Lelouch was starting to love being an ass man!
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Clovis was starting to really hate being an ass man. He could hardly help himself these days. He'd recently had a reputation for being the womaniser of the family, and to be frank it was quite true. Women could not get enough of Clovis la Britannia. And that rather led him into this mess right here.
"So, remind me why you thought it was a good idea to tell them it was an aphrodisiac instead of something that terrorists would believe we were actually working on?" Clovis asked his long suffering - and rightly so - accomplice General Bartley. The man in charge of their little experiments on the supposed sex genie they had captured. "You could have claimed it was something else. You could have said that we were transporting - say - an extremely dangerous psychopathic killer, hence the precautions. But an aphrodisiac?! Of course they wouldn't believe that! At least you didn't say it was poison gas, that would've been truly idiotic!"
"I'm sorry, your highness," Bartley mopped his brow nervously. "I'm truly, truly sorry!"
Tsk, he waved it off and returned to the task at hand. The ghetto was surrounded, the lies for the homeland and for media consumption was already in place. The Knightmares would soon scour the Elevens from their homes. There was just one problem.
He desperately needed to get his dick wet. Right when this had all kicked off he'd been working on a really cute Duke's daughter who was wearing a tremendously flattering dress. The sooner this was over with, the better he'd feel.
"Pardon me, your highness?" said a woman's voice. Clovis bit back a whimper, tried his best to ignore his bright blue balls and turned around. It was Cecile Croomy, the utterly gorgeous assistant to that idiotic Earl Lloyd Asplund. Her presence was not helping matters in the least. "We were curious if perhaps our new development, Lancelot, could be of some use?"
"Oh yes, a wonderful idea!" Clovis remarked. "Let's send in an experimental new Knightmare into a combat zone with a risk of poison gas release. Do you even have a pilot set up?"
"Well, all of the best candidates were taken," Cecile admitted. "Ah, but then I went looking in other directions. We found one potential pilot we'd like to trial run."
"I sense a but?" Clovis said. Ass men always sense the buts coming.
"His name is Suzaku Kururugi," Cecile reluctantly admitted.
"Oh, do you hear that?" Clovis chuckled. "Suzaku Kururugi? An Eleven - No, an Honorary. In an experimental new machine. You're as crazy as Asplund is!" She clenched her fist, wheeled around and slapped Bartley.
"Sorry sir, automatic response," she said.
"Duly noted," the General said. "And quite alright, I would have wanted to slap someone as well after that remark."
"If you really want to experiment with this... Suzaku Kururugi, do so on your own time," Clovis said. "We have more important matters to attend to. Begone!"
And so she turned around... causing the blueness of Clovis's balls to grow yet more severe. Grk! That yellow skirt really did suit that magnificent... Guh! Never mind! Focus on the task at hand. Once the Elevens are dealt with and he has that stunningly hot sex genie back under his control...
Clovis blinked as a thought struck him from nowhere. "General?" he asked. "How... Did we get hold of that sex genie anyway? As I recall, everyone we sent after her was too busy fornicating to actually capture her."
"Ah, I believe she was tricked into believing they were wanting to engage in bondage roleplay," the General twiddled his thumbs. "It proved necessary to apply nipple clamps to keep her believing the lie while they tied her up and bound her in the straightjacket. Sir? Are you okay? You suddenly seem quite pale."
"I'm alright," Clovis lied. He took a deep breath. Ugh! Thank goodness the Elevens don't have any competent leadership, nor any ability to fight back properly. Otherwise, he'd probably burst before this was over with!
- Kallen spots C.C. wandering around naked.
- Shirley goes on an impromptu shopping trip.
- Suzaku is recruited for the Lancelot project.
- Villetta is discovered twerking by someone.
- Lelouch plans for the battle.
- Something else
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