Story: Code Gee-ass

Shirley Fenette was a good girl. She was polite, she was cheerful, she always tried her hardest to motivate people to be their very best while pushing herself to be that too. Of course, you could say the same thing about Milly. The difference here was that Milly was a dirty old man trapped in a pretty girl's body. Well, maybe trapped was the wrong word. Habitating in? Residing?

Whatever the case. Shirley wasn't like that! Definitely not a pervert, no sir no ma'am no how. Sure she had a bit of an interest in Lelouch Lamperouge, the most popular boy in school. But her interest wasn't so shallow as <i>all those other tramps throwing him flirty eyes and trying to flaunt their bodies at him</i>, no she wasn't interested in his pretty face or piercing eyes that felt like they could peer into the depths of your soul, or that little smirk he did when he did something clever, or the exaggerated hand motions he would make when organising people or his commanding voice that sent a shiver all the way down her spine and kept her awake at night hoping and praying that he would command her to do something naughty.

Well... Not just interested in that, at any rate.

It was because Lelouch was kind and considerate. He had such potential for greatness inside of him just waiting to be let out! And she was just the woman to make it happen. That sweet, innocent boy just needed the right motivation to make him not be so lazy anymore so he could do some real good in the world. So what if Milly was right and he was a total ass-man! What did that matter one way or the other?

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You know, it was really quite a bad decision by Clovis to have this train carrying advanced Sutherlands travel through a ghetto he was currently in the act of crushing beneath his tyrannical heel. I mean, that's a remarkably dumb thing to do even if these things were guarded to the hilt.

"Halt!" speaking of! "Identify yourself! At once!"

"An ass-man on a mission," Lelouch answered. Then he snapped his fingers, and lo there was booty to be had. A rather delightful pair of Elevens Lelouch had rescued en route stepped out in between himself and the armed guards, twerking it like they were being paid to work it. Alas, he had no time to assess the asses he had assembled.

"By the Emperor," one of the guards mumbled under his breath while an Eleven babe ground all up in his business. "No... Must resist butt... Nng! I don't understand, I'm usually a boob man! Why is it so hot?!"

"Because if it wasn't, I'd have them twerk you to death," Lelouch remarked, giving a little flourish with his hands as he set to work. No, he wasn't twerking as well, he meant the work of stealing Sutherlands. Why, taking his brother's possessions was almost as much fun as winning the day through the power of ass!

"Oh! You guys! You've got to feel these Eleven's cheeks! They're sublime!"

Almost.

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"I'm just here to look," Shirley said while strolling inside a clothes shop. "I'm not going to buy any..." Any thongs. G-strings. Underwear to help her flaunt her butt. She turned as red as her hair on the spot while thinking about it. "I'm just... proving Milly wrong, that's all. I'm just... Getting some things to make it clear that Lelou is not that kind of guy."

Yep, it was the perfect plan. Show up to school tomorrow wearing some racy underwear and that rather short skirt the Ashford girl students had to wear. Then, oops, clumsily drop some papers, hold it for a little too long and then strut off with her back straight and her hips doing their best pendulum impersonation. That would prove it once and for all, remove any doubt about whether or not he was an ass man!

And if he was then she would be getting some action later on... Not that this was a primary motivational factor in her decision to go for this tactic! She was just... trying to shut up Milly, that's all! Shirley was a good girl. Not a pervert. Not a pervert at -

Then all of a sudden a really cute pink haired girl collided into Shirley, and in the process made her realise that maybe she was just a <i>little</i> bit gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Especially not when considering how nice her boobs felt crushed up against Shirley's face.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!" the girl cried out, quickly helping Shirley to her feet. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Nuh uh..." Shirley shook her head in a total daze. Had she a critical eye she might have noticed a few features in common between this girl and both Lelouch and Nunnally, and also maybe Clovis, the Emperor, Prime Minister Schneizel, First Prince Odysseus, but family resemblances were never really her strong suit anyway. "I'm fine, and so are you."

All of a sudden the pink haired girl jumped inside of the shop. While Shirley was processing that, two men with suits turned a corner looking distinctly out of breath.

"You!" one of them yelled. "Have you seen a really pretty pink haired woman running around?"

"Wearing a yellow dress with a low neckline?" Shirley replied, making a slightly rude gesture in demonstrating how low exactly that neckline went. "Has a smile that could outshine the sun, and a voice that could charm the red off an apple?"

"That's her! Have you seen her?"

"Nope, sorry!" Shirley replied. "Haven't seen anyone like that at all."

"... Guh! Maybe she went this way!" the other one suggested, pointing to a balloon vendor. They ran up to him, paid for all of his balloons and then floated off up over the city. Shirley tilted her head a little. Strange, she could almost hear whimsical music following after them, as though the two men were about to embark upon an adventure of self discovery that would forever change the course of their lives.

"Oh, thank goodness I'd run into you," the pink haired girl said poking her head out of the shop. "That was actually where I was planning on going. I'm Euphie, by the way. Pleased to meet you!"

"I'm Shirley. Why were those guys chasing you, anyway?"

"No particular reason," Euphie answered. "I came here to Area Eleven to meet my brother on a surprise visit. Unfortunately he's a little preoccupied with something else from the sound of things. So I decided to take a look around. Would you mind awfully if I accompanied you? I've never bought a thong before."

"Wh-what makes you think I'm going to buy a thong?" Shirley gasped.

"Well, you were about to step into a store that explicitly and exclusively sells them..."

"N-No, they don't!" Shirley protested. "They sell other kinds of underwear too..."

"Thongs 'R' Us. We exclusively sell thongs..." Euphie read off a not-so-helpful advertisement leaflet nestled in the doorway.

"Okay, okay! It's... For a guy I like. I wanted to feel sexy for once."

"Our product is perfect for when you want to prove to that annoying bitch that your man is not an ass-man, but secretly you want him to bend you over the nearest table and - Oh my, they can print that in adverts these day?"

Shirley grabbed the leaflet right out of Euphie's hand. "It does not say -" She glanced at it. It did, actually. Every word. And it also said "Written by Milly Ashford, head of quality assurance." With a little picture of her sticking out her tongue and flashing the peace sign.

And now Shirley was doing her very best pufferfish impersonation. To her credit it was absolutely superb. The way she could make her entire face turn that shade of red in seconds was utterly astonishing. In fact, Euphie had to applaud it, she had it down pat! It genuinely felt like she was trying to make herself look big to seem threatening to predators.

"I'm leaving!" she insisted after a moment. "I am not playing into Milly's perverted perfectly manicured paws!"

"Oh, but why?" Euphie asked, nay pleaded with her. "You came all this way. Why not at least see if there's anything you like. I don't have any friends in the Area, and... Well, it might be nice to make a new friend."

"Nuh uh, I'm heading back -"

"If you feel awkward, I'll try some on as well."

Ding.

"W-well... I mean, if you do insist..." Shirley sheepishly said. Then meekly followed Euphie inside. Oh boy! It really did make her wonder, but surely nobody else could have been drawn into such a strangely perverted course of events so easily and flawlessly. Surely not. Right?

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Suzaku was having his dick sucked. No, no, no. That didn't quite do it justice. He was having his dick worshipped by a woman he didn't even know. They'd just met for the first time, and... Well, one thing became another and here we are.

It had all started when he'd returned to base seeking new instructions. While there, he had run into a kind of pretty Britannian scientist named Cecile Croomy. It was, of course, her that was working on his shaft like it contained the ambrosia of the gods. But we're skipping ahead to the climax, which Suzaku was currently really wishing that he could do.

"Suzaku Kururugi, reporting in!" he had saluted. Though really at the time he hadn't the foggiest idea what he was actually going to report. That he'd encountered his best and dearest friend in the middle of a battlefield? That the two of them had discovered a sex genie? That said sex genie had bestowed supernatural powers to the both of them? They'd never believe that!

"No, we really wouldn't," the woman said with a quirked eyebrow. "Sex genie? I mean, what?"

"... Was I thinking out loud again?" Awkward nod from the woman, and also from the guard at post.

"Hrm... Possible signs of concussion or head injury. Or maybe he reads too much porn. I have read studies that porn addiction can lead to bizarre assumptions and expectations about reality."

Though the two of them were outside, they both turned in the same direction as though glaring through a wall that wasn't actually there. Then they turned back and resumed their conversation.

"Kururugi, come into that tent. I'll take a look at your head."

Oh boy, but would she ever get a good look at his head. Just not the head she had meant at the time. They went in, she pulled a curtain over and began to examine his scalp. This, incidentally, meant direct contact with him. At the very first instance of contact she had started breathing just a fraction heavier than before.

"You know, it's really quite annoying," Cecile had said. "Our team has been wanting a good pilot for ages, but all the great ones have already been snapped up. Ooh... "

"Your team?" Suzaku had asked, innocently not noticing the effect he was having on her just by her touching his head. "What do you need a good pilot for?"

"Mmm... We have a new prototype. Lancelot. It's big, it's powerful and it's so... Ripped. Better take off your shirt, I need to check for... Contusions."

That had seemed reasonable. He hadn't seen her lick her lips when his shirt came off. For some reason she began to rub cream on his abs, using some lame excuse like 'this should make it easier for me to track injuries'.

Then off came his trousers. "So tell me more about this sex genie you mentioned," Cecile had insisted. "What sort of powers did she supposedly give you?"

"Huh?" Suzaku grunted in confusion. "Uh... I think she gave me the power to turn woman on with a touch and - Oh crud, I'm such an idioooooot!"


That, dear reader, was the sound of his genitals getting attention they'd needed for quite a long time. You see, Suzaku Kururugi was a bit of a fitness nut. He hadn't really taken the time to... nut, you see? Now, this left him in something of a predicament. If he made too loud a noise, he would almost certainly ruin this woman's career. But if he let her go through with this -

Hell, let's not kid ourselves, after the first ten seconds he'd already decided that he was going to let her go through with this. If he didn't his balls might actually detach themselves from his groinal area, crawl up his body and slap him across the face before pissing off to parts unknown.

On that basis there was little more for it than for him to enjoy it and make sure she did as well. Luckily for him this was easier done than said. A nice little reversal from usual. Although it did leave him lamenting, for surely nobody else could have such a sudden perverted course of events overtake their lives!

Then he remembered there was a sex genie running around and smacked himself for being so stupid as to challenge the great god Murphy like that.

1. Shirley and Euphie go thong shopping. Turns out they love thongs!
2. Kallen feels the desperate urge to dance, to motivate her team.
3. C.C. discovers Villetta twerking away. Toys with her a little.
4. Lelouch take charge, and leads a slightly perverse counter-attack!
5. Something else
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