The die was cast. It was too late to turn back now. There was a certain thrill about it. The risk. The reward. It was so <i>tantalising</i>, corrupting a pure and innocent Princess, turning her into a pervert just like the rest of them.
It didn't hurt that Euphemia had a body that put the rest of theirs to shame. Her skin was flawless, her legs each a work of art, her figure had curves in all the right places, oh and it also turned out that with sufficient motivation she had enough athleticism to make you completely forget that.
Lily's head was left reeling. It was hitting so many of her switches right now, including a few she didn't know she had. Must corrupt. Must corrupt harder!
Bella reached out and closed Lily's mouth. "You're drooling," she whispered. "Not that I can blame you. That pleated skirt plus those legs are like a gift from the gods."
As for what the Princess was currently doing, well, she was watching another video of real world professional cheerleaders doing a routine, and mimicking their movements. No, no, that doesn't quite imply it correctly. She was <i>nailing</i> their movements. Perfectly. Knee lift, arms out, toss her baton into the air and then backflip over it, catching it and landing with pinpoint precision.
It was like she'd been doing it for years. Honestly Lily was kind of jealous, and she felt like those pros would be as well. She'd only just picked up the hobby, and she was already this good?!
"Oh dear," Euphemia said."I keep on messing that up. My foot is a little too far over..."
It was?! Lily couldn't even tell! Well, whatever. They'd nailed down the 'cheerleader' part pretty well. The next step was the crucial bit - the 'horny, slutty' part that gave this fetish its extra appeal.
Except, to her surprise, Lily felt... lost. It was obvious that Euphemia was quite turned on by this, but it wasn't quite focused in the way that she wanted.The very act of dressing up like this and doing this elaborate athleticism, that was what was turning her on. A true fetish - except for the part where she wants to use it with someone else.
Which left Lily a little stumped. The techniques they'd used so far should have worked. Euphemia should have been so outright thirsty by now that she should be sizing up both Lily and Bella for getting her rocks off. Instead she was perfectly content to continue doing what she was doing. Where had they gone wrong?
"Well, well, well! It looks like we have a guest!"
A hand travelled across LIly's backside like a ghost, and suddenly Stella was standing right there in front of her. The head, the true mastermind of the Fantasy Seduction club. An unrelenting pervert who found the most joy in life helping others in meeting their inner pervert. She slunk by, giving a sly wink to both Bella and Lily as she went by, then fearlessly approached Euphemia mid-routine and beamed at her.
"You're Princess Euphemia, aren't you?" Stella said, then pulled the Princess into a big, friendly hug. "I'm Stella Marchwood, president of the club. So, <i>whatever</i> brings <i>you</i> to our humble little club?"
"Oh... Well, to be honest I had been hoping to meet with Suzaku," Euphemia said, reflexively clenching her thighs.
"Ahaha, yes I bet you would like to meet him," Stella chuckled, her hands roaming down Euphemia's back, causing the Princess to make stifled little whimpers and moans from her expert touch, sounds that she probably wasn't even aware she was making. "I've seen him in gym class. For an Eleven, he's a real <b>hunk</b>. I do hope that Lily and Bella have been keeping you entertained?"
"O-Oh, yes. They've been quite helpful," Euphemia said. She politely extracted herself from Stella's hug, and smiled her own innocent little smile back at the perverted club president. "It's quite an interesting club. Giving people the chance to dress up and act in a way they might not normally."
"Oh? Is that the impression they gave you?" Stella shook her head and asked. She then stepped away and behind a clothes rack. "Then I'll explain. You've heard of the Hierarchy of Needs, right?"
"I don't think so," Euphemia replied.
"Really?" Stella said, stepping out from behind the rack dressed up exactly like Euphemia. Sample tiny pleated skirt, same sneakers, same too snug jumper that showed off her midriff. She then approached Euphemia while her hands were on her hips, giving tiny little hops and alternating knee lifts rather than ordinary steps. "It's a motivational theory in psychology. The basic fundamental needs a person has are categorised in a pyramid like set of tiers, the higher up you go the less essential they are."
Well, that was a bit simplified, but for the purposes of introduction it should be fine.Anyway, Stella pulled out a pair of glittering silver and gold pom poms and held them right in front of Euphemia's face, shaking them around, at first a little, but then increasing the speed, tempo and distance, outright stretching her arms before long, which made Euphemia's eyes trace along after them.
"So, the bottom tier of the hierarchy is the highest priority of needs," Stella continued. "That's food, air, water, shelter, sleep... that's the stuff your body absolutely must have in order to survive. You can't focus on higher needs unless you have those dealt with. Right?"
"R-Right," Euphemia said.
While still shaking those pom poms, Stella lifted her leg and hooked it around Euphemia's hip, then began to grind it in an extremely suggestive manner, forcing the Princess to engage in the same general motion.
"One thing that's debated about, in terms of where it should be in the hierarchy, is... Sex. The reproductive urge," Stella said. "Maslow - the creator - argued that it should be in that bottom tier. Others say it should be higher. For me, I agree with Maslow. Our bodies are primed for sex."
Stella's head scooted forward and pecked Euphemia on the lips, then back to distracting her with the pom poms before continuing.
"All living things have that reproductive urge somewhere in them," Stella continued. "It expresses itself in different ways depending on the individual... Yet people still prioritise silly things over it."
She scooted her head forwards again, kissing Euphemia yet again on the lips. This time though, she slipped around Euphemia's body until she was behind her, using her leg for leverage like she was going around a stripper's pole. Once she was behind Euphemia she started to use her legs to exert pressure to the back of her knees, making her do alternating knee lifts, while the pom poms were still shaking, still shimmering right there in front of her eyes.
"Competition. Pride. The desire to belong to a community," Stella said, almost whispering it into Euphemia's ear. "These things are in the hierarchy - and yet they are less priority than sexual needs.And so, people lash out. They become stressed. All because they let themselves get sexually backed up. Ignored the needs of their own body. Do you see now?"
"Yesss..." Euphemia said, slowly nodding along in agreement. "It means, it means that - that the path to world peace is sex."
"Find a person's fetish, then unleash it unto the world!" Stella said. "Help them get over their neurosis, and - "
She stepped away, and Euphemia's movements were - quite simply - utterly lewd. Stella wasn't touching her at all, but she was still dancing away, moving her body like it had just realised it was hungry for dick.
Bella broke into tearful applause, while Lily let her mouth hand open and slowly clapped along. Stella, for her part, curtseyed and then skipped over to the two of them. Amazing. Absolutely amazing!
"Lucia, Miya, how nice of you to join us," Stella said. "We happen to have a guest with us today. Lucia, could you please let her listen to your newest piece while Miya gives her one of her famous massages?"
"With pleasure," Lucia said. Miya simply licked her lips and popped her knuckles. As for Stella, her hands reached out and grabbed tightly onto Bella and Lily's ears.
Ow. Ow, ow, ow! That was a really tight twist! The two of them were being dragged out of the room now, and Stella didn't exactly look too thrilled at the moment!
"A Princess?" Stella whisper-yelled at them? "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Hurt me more, mommy!" Lily whined. Stella let go. Damn, she was starting to get into that. "Ah, you're upset we brought her along?"
"No kidding I am!" Stella threw up her arms in dismay. "Royalty. Freaking royalty! You brought a princess here and tried to corrupt her, and only got half the job done!"
"Look at her, darling," Bella said. "With a body and face like that -"
"Oh no, I'm not pissed off about you doing it," Stella said. "I'm pissed off that you didn't <i>bring me in from the start</i>. A cheerleader fetish? Not bad. Probably not my first choice - but I certainly don't regret it either."
Whatever Stella's first choice might have been - well, some things even Lily would rather not know. "We'll make sure to tell you the next time," Lily said. "Shall we go in and watch Miya work her magic?"
As if the question even needed to be answered. Stella opened the door, and inside they found Euphemia watching that same cheerleading routine video from before, while a pair of earphones in her ears played one of Lucia's mind melting tracks, and Miya had her girls out. Rubbing them up Euphemia's legs and making the Princess moan and tremble in a way she probably hadn't ever before.
Kukuku! Well then, let's see if this gets them a few extra resources. So the student council didn't want to expand their budget? They'd find... alternative revenue.
- Lelouch finds himself being seduced by Kallen and Shirley.
- The club uses Euphemia to seduce Nina.
- Later, Euphemia has an odd suggestion for her sister.
- Something else
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