Story: Britannian Breeding

You must forgive Ashford Academy for permitting a club full of pretty girls that had the public mission of examining sexuality, seduction, and erotic fantasies. Really. You must. It's not their fault. It's nobody's fault. Blame society. More specifically, Britannian society.

They're an odd bunch, those Britannians. When it came to matters of race relations they were about as backwards as you can get. They tied themselves into knots misrepresenting the idea of evolution and the beliefs of Charles Darwin all to rise themselves up above all others. Somehow they had concluded that since their ancestors had conquered much of the known world, that it made them superior in every way possible. Never mind that many nobles never actually did any fighting worth noting, or that a lot of it had to do with their frankly ridiculous mcguffin material called Sakuradite.

So in that sense they were pretty damned far to one side on the "authoritative jackass" scale. On the other hand when it came to matters of sex? Pretty much the opposite end. Gay? Don't care. Man or woman? Don't care? Trans? Why is that my business? Unless these are things that are actively interfering in your ability to do your role in society - and let's be blunt here, they're often not - then nobody in Britannia gives a good goddamn.

Crazy contrast, isn't it?

Lelouch, though. Now, he wasn't exactly a fan of either side of that coin. He <i>hated</i> that his nation imposed their will upon others by rationale of 'I have my boot on your neck'. But he also didn't like the overt sexuality on display all around him all the damned time. Well... it felt like all the damned time. It was getting harder and - more difficult to keep his mind off of sex. For some reason it felt like every cute girl he knew was throwing herself at him, trying to get his seed. Which was weird. None of them could know he was Royalty. It was almost like he was putting out some kind of weird aura that made girls want to -

"Lelou!" Shirley yelled. She bopped him on the head with a folder to snap him out of it. "Pay attention! Stop fantasising about the girls in this perverted club!"

The way she'd said that almost made it seem as though she was the one having such fantasies. Projection was a dangerous thing.

"Believe me Shirley, I want nothing more than to get this over with." Gosh. How novel. A completely true statement. "This club... unsettles me."

Shirley knocked on the door to the clubroom. "Well then, let's just get this over with already and - " Shirley began, but was interrupted when the club's president opened the door wearing nothing but whipped cream. And not much of it, either. About enough to cover her nipples, and the rest was sprayed on in the form of a high angle g-string.

"Shirley! Lelouch! So glad you could cum," the club's president said. She hauled them inside a little too eagerly, and Lelouch tried very hard to ignore the fact that the rest of the club were similarly attired - though with different foodstuff to cover their naughty bits. The girls all tittered in a quite immature manner at the word 'cum'. Honestly even Milly would have rolled her eyes at that. "Don't tell me! You've seen the light and want to help with our research?"

"R-research?!" Shirley stammered. "You call this research? You're all just goofing around being perverted exhibitionists all day!

“Now now, we are doing an important work to advance the human race! Imagine all we could learn by understanding people’s desires, fetishes and interests? It could create an entirely new field of psychology, sexual therapy, not to mention a better ability to bond with others!” The president began to speak, a fire in her voice that made even the prince in exile take a step back.

"Lelouch gets it. Don't you Lelouch?"

Nope. And if he had any say in the matter he would not be getting 'it' any time in the near future. Even though he did have to admit that his balls were aching and these girls were <i>very</i> pretty and - Nope! He was an intelligent rational being. He was not a slave to his balls. He was, most important of all, <i>not his father</i> and therefore not a manwhore.

"Actually, we're here to discuss your club's budget," Lelouch said, not letting anything but confidence show. The girls all deflated. Except Shirley, who was nodding along quite sternly.

"Ugh... Okay, okay! Fine!" the club president grumbled. She grabbed a coat from their rack and slid it over herself, apparently not particularly caring that she'd just stained the inside with melting dairy. "Look, what we do is pretty complicated. Alright? Uh... we might get this over with faster if I show Lelouch our research, while the girls show Shirley our equipment."

That was fairly blatant. The other girls in the room were giving her the stink eye for daring to suggest something like 'let me spend some alone time with Lelouch please'.

"I think it would be best if we looked at everything together," Lelouch insisted. Especially since that girl was likely to slip off her coat the second they were alone, and... well, what happened next didn't bear thinking about.

"Fine, fine. It's your time," the president said. "Anyway! You know our mission statement. Right?"

"To secretly conspire to take over the academy using perversion," Shirley flatly said.

"Right! Well, no. I mean our not-secret mission statement."

Lelouch picked it up from there. Though in truth he wished he didn't have to. "Studying sexual desires as a research topic, and develop higher understanding of human mating tendencies."

"Got it!" the girls all sang at once, while breaking out into a variety of erotic posing.

"Anyway, today we were studying up on 'food and sex'. The two of them have a high connection going back centuries."

"We just now finished an amazing piece of research," another girl piped in. "you know what they say about girls and chocolate. Right? Well! We've created - "

A curtain was pulled aside. Lelouch and Shirley stared at what lay behind it. Neither of them was impressed. If anything they were even less impressed than they had been a minute ago. Once they left this room they'd need to see something like an elephant doing ballet to get back up to the level of impressed that most people started at.

In short: It was a fountain, sculpted into the shape of a naked woman who - by Lelouch's guess - was in the midst of an extremely intense orgasm. Fluid was leaking out of her mouth, nipples and from between her legs. It was... white and quite thick looking.

"It's a white chocolate fountain! Of sex!"

... This is what they'd been spending their budget on? <i>This</I>?! Shirley was quite a bit less happy with this than Lelouch was. She stormed on over towards the fountain and tossed a bit of cloth over the woman.

"How vulgar," she said. This earned a bit of scoffing from the other girls. "Lelouch don't you dare peek!"

He honestly didn't quite see what the issue was. At least, until he thought about the sculpture in a little more detail. Then he realised something: That face was, in fact, Shirley's. Oh dear. Now they were going to get a mouthful, and probably not the sort they wanted.

Alas, this was the point where he noticed their deadly trap. Too late to do anything about it. One of the girls at the back was discretely tugging on a cable, mostly concealed but quite clearly running along to the back of the fountain.

"Shirley, look out!" he yelled, moving forward on instinct when he saw it start to tumble over. He pulled her back, out of harm's way. Then the fountain... stopped. The cloth slid down. He saw Shirley's face cast in plaster lost in the throes of ecstacy. Suddenly realised he was holding onto that girl while standing in front of this fountain.

<i>Do her. She's fit. She's pretty. She's nice.</i>

None of the above moved him.

<i>Nunnally likes her. A lot.</i>

... Dammit, he could feel himself starting to get hard. Okay, okay. Let's think logically. If this is driving him to distraction then he needs to get laid. Shirley is a logical choice for this. They're already close. She smells so good. He might be able to show her the darker side of Britannian society and convince her to help him out. Maybe turn her into an ally as well as a <s>breeding partner</s> girlfriend.

No. No, no. That was his lizard brain speaking to him. He couldn't afford to waste time on such matters. His actual goal should be longer afield than this, and pounding pussy was the absolute last thing he should be doing. How would it allow him to fight Britannia? How would it permit him the opportunity to establish a better world? Giving in this easily would get him nowhere!

Before he could take this thought further he noticed something odd. The top of the statue was sliding off. Almost like the hair was being pulled away? There seemed to be some kind of nozzle underneath.

A nozzle that suddenly sprayed out and covered Lelouch and Shirley head to toe in thick creamy half melted white chocolate. Not exactly how he'd expected this to go, but then again what was he expecting really?

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Lelouch was not the only member of the family who was frustrated with the debauchery that surrounded them every single day. In the midst of Pendragon, one Euphemia li Britannia was sighing wearily as her eldest sister Guinevere had two shirtless men sucking on her toes as if it was no big deal.

"Honestly now Euphemia, you simply have to get laid," Guinevere insisted. "Cornelia understood this. Once she finally fucked Sir Guilford, her leadership skills shot through the roof."

This is where she ought to say something like 'please do not talk about my sister's sex life'. Except that would, if anything, encourage this... this wanton trollop.

"I have a few good men that you could try out for size. They'll give you exactly what you're needing," Guinevere went on. She stopped to pat one of them on the head. As if she were rewarding a dog for doing a good trick.

The third Princess of Britannia raised a single eyebrow and suppressed a sigh. “I am not interested in a one-night stand, or some kind of pet to satisfy my body.” Folding her arms under her chest, she tried to look as serious as possible. It was harder than she would have liked given the sight of Guinevere caressing one of the men’s crotch with a naked foot.

"Eh? Why not?" Guinevere asked. It was the same tone one might use if someone had spontaneously said 'I don't like jokes, they make me laugh.' The slutty first Princess of Britannia tilted her head in surprise. "One night stands are the best," she said. "Don't knock it until you try it."

"If that's everything, then I will take my leave," Euphemia said. And then she left. It wasn't like her to be so forceful on, well, anything really. But this was simply too much. It felt like every single member of her family was trying to get her laid, and she simply wasn't interested.

As such she returned to her room. Time for some privacy for the rest of the night. She sat down in front of her television and switched it on, seeking something to take her mind off of sex, sex, sex before it drove her up the -

She suddenly stopped flipping channels as something caught her eye. It was... a show. A rerun from a studio in Area Eleven. What was it that had caught her - there it was again! Fortunately this new version of television allowed you to rewind what you were watching so you could review it. Euphemia went back five times before figuring it out. What was bothering her. What was needling her. What was making her feel... strange.

It was a background character. A construction worker that the main characters were walking by. Euphemia felt her face grow flush while she looked at him. Then at his colleague. They weren't Britannians. Their eyes had this funny shape to them, and their skin this weird warm seeming complexion.

"Ah..." she gasped and caught herself squirming. There was a damp feeling rising between her legs.

After this she started to seek them, feeling an odd desire bubble up within her that couldn’t be stopped.

"Ah... Ah... Ah! They're so pretty..." Euphemia moaned, unaware that she had shed her clothes and begun to grope herself in a manner even more wanton than anything she'd ever seen Guinevere do. "Elevens are sooooo pretty. The men and the women, soooo cute!"

And so, ladies and gentlemen, we can plainly see that Euphemia li Britannia is every bit the horndog as the rest of her family. It's just that she exclusively saves it for Japanese. And possibly other Numbers as well...

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Back when she was a little girl, Milly Ashford had promised Auntie Marianne that she would take care of and protect both li'l Lelou and li'l Nunna. The two of them were quite the cute pair. Sure, Lelou was a mere year younger than her but a senior must look out for their junior no matter how much the age difference is.

<i>"Oh gosh, we're soooo sorry! Look, we have access to the showers."

"I'm not getting in the same shower with -"

"They're in different rooms! Honestly now, Shirl. You're acting like we're out to get you."</i>

Milly had her feet up on the table and was watching the monitor with great interest. Now. Her initial plan while growing up had been to marry Lelouch herself. She could see it so easily: Mrs Milly vi Britannia. Oh, it had such a wonderful ring to it. But then... then she'd met Shirley Fenette. A girl who actually had a better body than her. A well meaning, nice, sincere and genuinely pure girl who was in absolute need of deep, deep dicking.

<i>"Shirley, I do not believe they're giving us much of a choice. I think they're trying to demonstrate their club in their own way."</i>

Hehehe! The boy was a genius. No doubt about it. But when it came to the social scene he was completely naive. That's why Milly had set this all up, you see. She'd been trying to get those two together for <i>years</i> now and nothing had taken hold. Preparing romantic settings and situations, music and so on. She had invited them to movies and then “lost” her ticket for them to go alone. Not to mention all these attempts to get Shirley to dress up a bit and learn some skills in seduction.

That girl could be a temptress if only she actually put the work into it and dropped that damned innocence!

Cue the Fantasy Seduction Club. Milly had been secretly funding their research right out of her own pocket, and giving them a higher budget than usual. All for this moment. All for this day. They'd assured her that they had a one hundred percent guaranteed way to get these two shacking up. Well, it was time for her to enjoy her front row seat -

"Hi, Milly!" Nunnally said. She entered the room and Milly felt her mind go wibbly the same way it often did when the girl was around. "I've found another nice girl for my brother's harem. Once he has finished seducing Shirley, could you please introduce him to Kallen Stadtfeld?"

"Sure thing Nunna!" Nobility? Ooh, that was juicy! "Gosh. You really can't wait to be an Auntie, can you?"

"What can I say?" Nunnally said. She smiled, a serene and bright smile that was as bright as the sun. "My brother's happiness is everything to me. Plus, he won’t let me have a boyfriend unless he is too busy screwing all day.”

Lelouch decides to just roll with it.

Lelouch has already worked out the club's game, and is setting up a counter

Meanwhile, Nunnally has sent Kallen along to the Fantasy Seduction Club as well.

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