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These Horny Aliens

If you think about it this was a really rare opportunity for a bunch of Earth girls to have. The chance to show around a couple of space babes isn't the sort of even that spontaneously drops into your lap.

"I wish Ataru would drop into my lap..." Megane muttered.

The other two earth girls in their group sighed. The only reason the two aliens hadn't must be because they hadn't heard. Or it might be that Lum had heard and had to bite her lip to keep from sighing, while Benten was too distracted looking around at the weird human buildings.

"Huh, everything's on the ground," Benten muttered to herself. "Weird, why would you do that?

"They don't have levi-tech here yet," Lum said.

"Eh?! That's practically stone age!" Benten gasped.

"What do we do, they don't know anything about Earth," Perm whispered. "We could literally have them in front of a glory hole inside of ten minutes!"

"Know where you can find a glory hole?" Chibi asked. Perm shut her mouth. "Yeah, didn't think so. We have to be realistic here anyway, what if they realise what's going on and decide to take revenge?"

Revenge, incidentally, would be the very last thing on either of these aliens' minds in such an occasion. Confusion, astonishment, fun, these things would be more in line with what they would make of such an event.

"Come on, there's got to be something we can do!" Megane whispered. "You know... without inviting the wrath of planets capable of casually crushing us in more ways than we can count.”

“You think of that now!? After you decide to have us pick a fight with them!” Chibi nearly shrieked.

“Do Earth girls whisper like this a lot?” Benten asked.

“From what I’ve seen yes.” Lum said. Note that she had mostly seen earth girls around Ataru. With the topic of whispering being him. So… not particularly different than the current trio. "The part where they beat one about the head is new, but they do whisper a lot between themselves."

But then, something happened. Something inevitable really when you think about it. I mean. Think about Lum. Think about Benten. What's the first thing that comes to mind? They're hot. Yeah, okay. So the second thing? They're pretty. Yes, yes, but what's the other thing you notice? They're walking around wearing damn near nothing.

Okay, now toss on top of that the fact that they had just gone by a construction site. What happens next?

"Hey babe, looking fine!"

Lum froze up. That was the sound of an Earth man hitting on Benten. She'd seen Ataru do that quite a bit this last week when he was out on the prowl for a new piece of ass. Shinobu's words, not his. For something like this to happen out of the blue, it was her worst fears realised. Any moment now Benten would realise that Earth men were practically gods of sex and -

"Thanks! I've been working out a lot! Plenty of cardio!" Benten called back, flexing a bicep for them. "Huh, they still do manual labour too? No robots?"

Oh phew, she was still too unused to the idea of men being sexually active that it had flown right over her head. That was a relief!

"I've got it!" Megane suddenly yelled. "Kukuku! I know what we can do! We can go out to a perfect pastime for a group of young girls like us! The one - the only! Ka-ra-ooooooke!"

"Karaoke?" Lum tilted her head in confusion. "What's that? And why did you draw out each syllable and adopt a different over the top dramatic pose on each one?"

“Because she is still a middle schooler at heart.” Perm said, and Chibi nodded.

"Ohhh, Chunibyuo syndrome," Benten nodded sadly. "You'd better get that checked out before it becomes terminal. Had an Aunt who caught it, and wound up trying to headbutt a star."

“The worst part is that she managed to do it. We had to move it back into place. Cost billions.” Lum said.

"Nice tits!"

"Thanks for noticing!" Benten waved back at the man who had said that. "Gosh, Earth men are so much friendlier than they are in the outer galaxy."

Lum tried to resist the urge to facepalm. Oh Benten. If you only knew.

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This was a pretty sweet gig, all truth told. He was getting paid to be a creep. All he had to do was pretend to be "Earth's saviour Ataru Moroboshi" and one of the richest families in Japan would shovel over money for him.

Ruin a hero's reputation for this much cash! Hah! Better still, a couple of girls had shown interest in hooking up with the 'brave hero'. The numbers he's scored, kisses on the cheek - a couple of babes had even shown off their underwear for him. Hah!

It was a joke, really. Shutaro Mendo thought this would ruin Moroboshi's rep? Pft! He doubted there was much he could do to manage that. Still! He would work hard at it. He would get the recognition and respect he was owed, and in so doing he would earn so much money. Just, so much. He'd never have to work again!

And then along comes the prettiest thing he'd seen all day. Like a doll, with big doe eyes. Cute. Adorable. Flowing pink hair, and eyes on him.

"Hey girl, fancy meeting you here," he said, looking her up and down like a piece of meat. She tittered coyishly. "Wanna hook up later on?"

The babe leaned in, looking him right in the eye. "My, my. Earth men are much randier than I was expecting. Alien men don't make this so easy."

Huh? Alien men? Earth men? She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, and wow! Wow, wow wow these lips tasted sweet like - Like- Like the old sweets they used to make back in the good old days, not like those cheaper sort they try to flog you now. Let him tell you, they didn't make 'em like they used to.

Huh? The cute girl backed off, smacking her lips and furrowing her brow.

"You shouldn't scowl like that, young lady. You'll get wrinkles prematurely," he warned, pointing a shaking finger at her.

The girl swivelled her hips and tapped her lips. "How strange," she said. "When I drained your youth it made me feel... Wet." She ran her hands down her neck. "Delicious. Earth men taste... delicious. Your youth is so sinful and full of lust. I-If I feed this to Lum then... then she'll not be able to stop herself. She'll - she'll take me there and then... But this isn't enough. I need more!"

And so was born the legend of the kissing monster of Tomobiki. Who would lure young men in, drain them of their youthful energy with a kiss, then say it's not enough and move on to seducing another poor sap.

Urban legends are weird like that.


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Megane's plan was perfection. It was true, absolute perfection! Karaoke is a dreaded social event that only those who are truly naive anticipated with glee. Either that, or those with the voice of a siren.

Whatever! There was no chance that an alien could have any knowledge of Earth's pop songs! That gave them a critical advantage of their stupid sexy scantily clad super advanced alien babes! Grounds against which they could compete at a higher level! Humiliate them with their superior singing voices, then use that as a means to drive a wedge in between them and Ataru!

Oh, they'll beg. Oh, they'll plead! On their hands and knees, they will beg and they will plead for help in learning how to sing! And in exchange... in exchange! Five minutes in heaven! Per lesson! It was perfect. Revenge and nookie at the same time!

From Lum's point of view it was perfect for a different reason. It was indoors. Which meant that the likelihood of them running into Ataru was minimal at best. They wouldn't see him, or get spotted by him, and then he wouldn't seduce Benten, meaning that she would continue to get the righteous bell ringing she'd enjoyed for the last week.

As for Benten, she was more interested in the technology than anything else and had spent the first five minutes in the room they had rented disassembling then reassembling the karaoke machine.

"All done!" Benten wiped sweat off her forehead. Worked hard like that, and still looked like a model ready for a photoshoot. Not fair, not fair, not fair! "I increased its energy efficiency by about 10% as well. Interesting machine, pretty primitive though."

Megane rolled her eyes and spun the microphone around her hand by the cable. "So, karaoke is where you sing a song to the lyrics onscreen," she said. "You two do know how to read Japanese, right?"

"Universal translator," Lum tapped her ear for some reason. "Babelfish brand."

"Besides, this shit is written in English anyhow!" Benten shrugged.

"Benten, less of the fourth wall breaking!" Lum warned. "So, is this the microphone? I've seen a few people on Earth television talk into something like this."

"I'll pick a song for you," Megane said, patting Lum on the back before frolicking off, picking the absolute hardest song in the selection, then skipping back over to where the others were sitting.

"I've got a camera ready to record them," Perm whispered.

"Great work!" Chibi whispered back. "Man, that thing looks super advanced. Is it new?"

"Uhhhhh, yeah sure let's go with that," Perm whispered. "I'll record them singing, then we can use it as blackmail material to keep those girls in line."

Perfect! That was even better than her own plan! Now they would surely see these two supposedly perfect heavenly beings brought low, right before their very -

"Mama, just killed a man," both alien girls sang into the microphone in pitch perfect harmony. "Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead."

The jaws of the Earth girls fell open. Perm hit record by sheer reflex, but all three of them were left completely floored by the performance happening in front of them. It was as if Queen themselves had manifested in the room, singing their magnum opus in a private performance for just the two of them.

The main difference being that Freddy Mercury wouldn't look <b>quite</b> as good in either a tiger print bikini or a metal chain bikini. Probably. I mean, he was the kind of guy who could carry off just about anything through sheer force of personality, so maybe it would work?

"I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me," Lum sung. Then, with Benten's powerful voice sweeping in like a hurricane, they both sung in unison "He's just a poor boy from a poor family, spare him his life from this monstrosity!"

"Megane?" Chibi whimpered. "I wanna sex them. I wanna sex them sooo hard, their voices are making me feel funny."

"We should have tied ourselves to the mast, like Oddyseus. It's the only safe way to listen to sirens," Perm whimpered.

"Calm down," Megane said, squirming in her seat but using her hands to hold the other two girls back. "Just because they're good at singing doesn't mean -"

"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?" Benten sang, her voice dropping several octaves. She fistpumped the air while Lum started to headbang. "So you think you can love me and leave me to die?"

"Ohhh, baby!" Lum sang. "Can't do this to me baby!"

Hearts appeared in Megane's eyes. Damn them. Damn these temptresses from space! Damn their melodious voices! It wasn't fair! It wasn't even fair! The emotion, the power, the - Hang on! They weren't even looking at the monitor!

"Any way the wind blows..." they both sang and took a deep sigh as the song came to an end. And so did the three Earth girls.

"Ah, that was nice," Lum said. "So, that song came from Earth?"

"Wh-what do you mean that song came from Earth?!" Chibi yelled. She wiped the drool from her face. "How have you heard it before?!"

"Oh, we've been picking up radio signals for years, coming from someplace," Benten shrugged. "Catchy song, but the translators couldn't tell us what it's about. You guys have any idea?"

No. No, they did not. Because comprehending Bohemian Rhapsody is to mean comprehending the human soul itself, and unlocking the mystery to life. Although, it must be said that Megane was fuming in her seat at the failed scheme. Now they were somehow even further back than before! She really wanted to fuck Lum and Benten now, as well as Ataru!

But no! She would not allow the society she had founded to fall to such trickery! These devious slutty aliens wouldn’t break her spirit with their stupid pheromones or whatever! They were the AMPS! Not the BLAMPS!

The only question was... If karaoke wouldn't do the job, then what would?

1. Back at the love hotel, Shinobu is possessed by a lust demon. How does that turn out?
2. Ran is on a rampage. Or should that be... <i>Ran</i>page?
3. Mrs Moroboshi is coming up with her own schemes to get laid.
4. The AMPS take Lum and Benten clothes shopping.
5. Something else

Hamefura C+S

http://old.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/docs/1099/1099447.html

The intended heroine of the game Fortune Lover was a pure soul by the name of Maria Campbell. By birth, she was the daughter of a poor family, who happened to gain access to the extremely rare Light magic. With it, she could manage numerous spells that others could not. Yet, according to superstition only those of Noble blood could acquire this talent - which her father refused to believe, but the endless gossip ultimately drove him away. Leaving Maria and her mother to fend for herself.

You could see why this kind of magic could be considered a curse, though it turned out to be a blessing as well. For it was through her Light magic that she was able to gain access to this Academy, attended mostly by the wealthy, the influential, the powerful - And the envious. Maria didn't think too poorly of them, she wasn't the sort. Even so, they were still bullies. She believed that would be the course of her days here until a strange girl her own age ran in, and rescued her.

Ah, this strange girl. Katarina Claus! Such a strange personality, so kind and bizarre in her outlook. Always mindful of the needs of others - while somehow having a blind spot towards romantic matters. A very unusual blind spot. She did not seem to fathom the idea that anyone else might fall for her.

Like Maria, for example. Or, literally anyone in their circle of friends. That's not hyperbole, nor an improper use of literally. She meant actually, factually, everyone. The only person who to Maria’s knowledge knew Katarina personally and hadn’t fallen in love with her was Anne. Who was Katarina’s personal attendant and a decade her senior.

... Come to think, she rather hoped that Anne hadn't fallen for her. Oh dear, that would be quite the mess. On top of the rest of this mess. You see, Maria was a pure soul herself. One tends to be if one gains access to Light magic. Selflessness and Light magic went hand in hand. In much that way, Maria's love for Katarina was pure and innocent, none of that base lust -

"Say Maria, your buns are so delicious! I could stare at them all day!"

...

Alright. So that had to be... accidental. Just like the other five double entendres Katarina had indulged within as many minutes. Just like the way that she was eating those buns was rather... lewder than normal. Katarina would usually stuff them in her mouth without regard for dignity, savour the taste and then reach for another.

Today, she was gently nibbling on it. Coyishly licking it. Making little erotic noises as she ate. Now, Maria had tried very hard to ignore that this was what it sounded like, but after a certain point - you simply can't anymore.

"Ah! If I could use Maria's buns as a pillow, I would!" Katarina sighed, cradling a bun to her cheek. “Maybe I could share them with Sophia…”

The quiet alibino book loving girl in the group peered at Katarina, then at Maria, with big red doe eyes. "I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?"

"Maybe you and I can share Maria's glorious buns!" Katarina said. "Ah! Sophia's fainted! Quick, someone give her mouth to mouth!"

A cursory check showed that Sophia was fine, she had just been a little shocked by that declaration. Although, Maria's eyes were more focused on the last girl in the room. Mary Hunt. A dangerous woman, who struck Maria as the sort that would do anything for love. No reaction from her from Katarina making that sort of proclamation? Only amusement?

"You know, Katarina, that reminds me, I think <b>you've</b> grown a size recently," Mary said, her voice barely holding back amusement. No, outright enjoyment, anticipation. It was like seeing someone have a very clever idea and immediately try to follow through on it.

"Eh? You think so?" Katarina said, and goodness! She hefted her own breasts, just as Sophia had sat back up. Down she went yet again. This hardly seemed an appropriate line of discussion for a tea party! "How do you think it compares to yours?"

"Oh, well, there's only one way we <i>could</i> find out. It would be far too ridiculous." Mary said that while letting out a snicker right at the end. Now Maria was getting really worried! Katarina was leaning in, eyes flickering between Mary's face and her chest. "Well, we could always have a fun little contest, to see who has the largest bust."

"Th-that!" Maria stammered.

"Would be a great idea!" Katarina said. Steam shot out of her nose. "It's only us girls in here, after all! Kukuku, what a perfect chance to sneak a peek, hrm, yes. A better chance to assess the state of this romantic entanglement... deduce which route I'm on... Yes, yes!"

Now, Katarina often mumbled nonsensical things like that to herself, so that wasn't actually all that worrying to Maria. At least this time she wasn’t talking about “Flags” and openly speculating on Maria’s love life. In ways that didn't involve Katarina in it.

"Eh...? What's going on?" Sophia asked. "What did I miss?"

"Quick everyone, strip down so we can compare sizes!" Katarina enthusiastically said. "We don't have a tape measure, but my hands are pretty good at judging the size of vegetables, so they'll have to do!"

“Ah, I must still be asleep.” Sophia said. Then, to Maria's horror, she started to unzip the back of her dress. "Alright, I'd like to see where this goes."

"That's the spirit!" Katarina said. Ah! Ah! Maria's face turned scarlet. What was ha-happening around here?! She looked around, at Katarina, at Sophia, at Mary -

Mary wasn't even paying attention to Sophia stripping down. Come to think, Mary had been behaving unusually all day. She had set up this tea party, and invited them both. Why not invite Katarina alone? Mary was Maria’s friend, but Maria knew that she was a schemer at heart, and willing to pull some dirty tricks.

So Mary had to have some plot with this tea party, and judging by the look on her face it was all going according to plan.

Hold on a moment. One for the less known aspects of Light magic was its ability to sense another kind of magic at play. Dark magic. It was known only to a handful of people, but it was a powerful sort capable of twisting the minds, and the souls, of its victims. Only Light magic could dispel it and -

And she could sense... something around them. Both Mary and Katarina. It wasn't Dark magic exactly, but there was <i>something</I> strange.

"Katarina, how big are my breasts!" Mary said, popping her top and presenting them for inspection. Katarina eagerly, far too eagerly, lunged forward to grope and 'judge' them.

"Mm, ripe and firm, big and healthy," Katarina said, salivating like she was staring at a banquet.

C-Could it be? Were they both under the effect of some perverted spell?! It did strike Maria as strange that she was the only one currently not topless in the room. This kind of behaviour would indicate that some sort of magic was at play. Maybe someone was corrupting the young women at the academy into becoming perverts without anyone noticing, so they could reap the rewards? If that was the case, then she should put a stop to it before -

"Now Maria! Your turn. Whip them out."

Before... Oh gosh. She was standing with her face not two inches away from Katarina's breasts. They were quite nice. While Mary's were a touch larger, Katarina's felt warmer - that is, she could feel their warmth from here. Almost like she could tuck her head into her cleavage and go to sleep, safe and secure.

...

Maria was a pure soul. Yet even she could feel the sting of strong desire every now and then. Maybe she'd resolve this later. Tomorrow. Something like that sounded about right, yes.

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Katarina couldn’t help but feel proud about how much her body had developed. Especially compared to her previous life, where she was a plain and ordinary girl. Kukuku! Look at the way that even Maria appreciates her body! Ah, maybe she should dispose of the whole dress...?

Another yummy spike of pleasure coursed through her at that though, so she followed through on it with a girlish squeal. Ah! How fitting it was to have them stare at her like this! Of course, it's only natural. The villain of an otome game has to be beautiful, or else they are not much of a romantic rival, now are they? Especially when up against someone as cute as Maria! Oh! Whichever boy got to kiss those cute lips would be so lucky!

"Kuku!" Mary laughed all of a sudden.

"Eh? What's so funny?" Sophie asked.

"No, nothing," Mary wiped a tear from her eye. "I was thinking that, if any boys were here, they'd think themselves really lucky wouldn't they?"

They sure would! In fact, they would surely think that this many scantily clad pretty girls standing around comparing breasts might be a form of paradise!

1. Mary continues having fun.
2. Alas, the tea party comes to an end.
3. Maria talks to Gerald about her suspicions
4. Something else

Pride and Joy

You've seen those cartoon clips where a character hops out of bed with a spring in their step, jaunty music playing, and they sort of skip and frolic as they go about their business. They toss their clothes in the air - Up goes the underwear, cartwheel and it's on. Up go the jogging shorts, a tin the other direction and they're on.

That's how Akane Tendo was going through her morning right now. The reason was simple. Nothing complicated about it. She got dicked last night. She got dicked nice and hard after a rough patch. Her body was comfortably full with the memory of her fiance’s massive monster filling her up to the limit. Not that she couldn't go for another round. Or three. Or ten. Actually, clear her schedule and fill it with nothing but Ranma's penis.

Ah yes. On the subject of Ranma's penis. On today's schedule, Nabiki was the lucky girl who got to have first dibs. They'd be banging in her room, which had long since been soundproofed with a sturdy lock on the door. It was a little bit weird to her that her sister was sharing in the dicking - but the weirder part was that she was almost sorta fine with it? Nabiki was kinda hot, so...

Of course, the question of whether she should be thinking of her own sister as 'hot' didn't quite strike her as weird at that moment in time. Nor had she really noticed that she'd started to 'notice' the other girls in Ranma's little harem. Instead, Akane's line of thought went down a different route that rather spoiled her mood.

What if Nabiki was rigging the random selection process? She was pretty good with numbers, perhaps she had calculated some method to make her the winner. There were plenty of methods of attack she could use to attack it. Such a trick wouldn't be beyond her - hell, Akane felt herself pretty ethical but she would likely use a method like that if it got her some sweet, sweet wild horse dicking...

"Good morning Kasumi!" Akane said, rushing by her big sister making breakfast. "Back soon, just going around the block!"

"IT'll be ready by the time you're back," Kasumi sweetly replied.

No doubt about it, she needed to confront Nabiki about this, the first chance that she got. Hogging Ranma all to herself - who did she think was the lead fiancee around here?!

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Kasumi Tendo often gives the impression of being a bit older than she really is. This young woman is nineteen years old, but behaves more in line with how a young wife in her mid twenties might behave. The ideal form of the Japanese housewife, despite not being married. Learning from a young age how to cook and clean and take care of all the duties that until that fateful day, her mother had taken on instead.

This had given her something rare. The instincts of a mother and an older sister at the same time. Recently, she'd had the impression that something was different about the relationship between her two younger siblings. There was an odd intensity between them. Tension that was only there when Akane had uncovered something Nabiki had done, like stealing clothes or taking pictures she shouldn't have. Whatever the issue, normally Akane wouldn't stay quiet about it. Yet this time, Kasumi hadn't heard a peep. That was strange. Akane wore her heart on her sleeve, and Nabiki loved little more than to rile people up. Despite Kasumi's admonishments.

Then, this morning, Nabiki quite deliberately sat on the other side of Ranma from where Akane was sitting. Normally Ranma's father would sit there so they could fight over food. But today Nabiki had claimed the spot, her gaze almost daring Genma to complain.

For his part, Ranma had played dumb. Maybe? It was hard to tell with him. Kasumi didn't know him quite well enough to tell much about him. Except for the obvious, like his self confidence, mildly confused sexuality and the fact he was blatantly smitten with Akane, but too proud to admit it, while also being too unsure of how to express it to even start doing so.

Was something going on between Akane and Nabiki? Something to do with Ranma? No, it couldn't be. Nabiki had not shown any interest in Ranma. None at all. At most she considered him somebody to tease. She had been right there with Kasumi, pushing the engagement onto Akane.

"Don't tell me you're feeling sore that I borrowed that thing this morning," Nabiki said out of nowhere. "You'll get it back after breakfast."

Akane choked on her breakfast. "That- that's not the point, Nabiki! You always wind up taking my things."

"Sisters borrow things all the time," Nabiki said, setting down her plate. "If you want to continue this, why don't we head up to my room?"

The two of them left, just like that, leaving Kasumi worried. Had that been about clothes? School supplies? The two of them didn't have very much in common, at least in terms of interest. It usually came down to those sorts of things.

Whatever it was, Kasumi's job as older sister was clear. She should say something about this. A little while after the two left, she excused herself and followed after them. It was a little bit... naughty, she supposed. But up she went, to Nabiki's door, and tried to think about how to put herself in the middle of this.

"I can't believe you," Akane said, perhaps a little louder than she'd intended. "Remind me which of us passed over him again?"

Nabiki said something a bit indistinct here. Something about a clock? A large clock that rang a bell? Had Nabiki stolen Akane's alarm clock? No, no, that didn't fit what Akane was talking about.

"And that stunt at the Chardins, I know you were doing it to get Ranma's attention," Akane said. Then she lowered her voice a bit, and Nabiki replied with a laugh.

"Well what can I say? I made a mistake," she said. "He's a slab of beef. Kind of dumb, but <i>damn</i> if he isn't cute. Can you blame me for trying?"

Some more hushed talk about a clock, something about bells being run yet again, talk of a dragon, then the sound of a slap and -

"Cheating hussy!"

The sound of stomping feet quickly filled the air, so Kasumi beat a hasty retreat to her room, which was just within reach for her to hide inside of while she processed that.

Nabiki was interested in Ranma? Oh dear. Oh dear! On top of those other girls that were already after him? How terrible. When had this happened, and how?

“Oh!” That Hot Springs Race Nabiki had joined!  From what she had heard Nabiki and Ranma had ended up locked up in a metal box for a while. Had that time alone led Nabiki to fall in love with Ranma!? That sort of event could cause some classic misattribution of arousal, but that only happened in soap operas or zany slapstick romantic comedies (with the occasional dip into adventure/martial arts)! Not real life!

There was only one thing for it. She needed to get to the bottom of this, pronto!

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You know what's really hard? Ranma's penis. You know what else is really hard? Plowing five girls on the regular and keeping it a secret from <i>everyone else</i> outside those five. There’s no riddle, pun, or joke in that. It’s a literal statement of fact at this exact point in the narrative.

Honestly, Ranma was counting himself lucky he wasn't a scumbag. 'Cause one of those would have kept it secret that he'd just fucked both Shampoo and Ukyo in the training hall from each other, somehow, which would've made the next part really damned difficult.

"Graaaah, yesssshhh!" Ukyo moaned, wiggling her butt up at him as if begging for more dick.

"Chef look much prettier when she blissed out," Shampoo said, stroking Ukyo's hair. Huh, weird. Was it his imagination or were the girls getting more affectionate with each other? Ranma shrugged and pulled his trousers up, concealing the beast until it next needed to come off the chain.

But then, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Shampoo heard it too. Ukyo was in no condition to move under her own power. This is what he'd meant before - getting her tight ass out of here would be difficult (not impossible) for Ranma alone, but with Shampoo here to assist? That crazy Chinese chick grabbed Ukyo under arm, then jumped up onto the ceiling and spider-crawled over the ceiling to the entranceway while keeping a hand over her mouth.

Meanwhile, Ranma started half way through a kata. He'd built up a bit of a sweat while thoroughly, deeply and tenderly satisfying the pussy of his best friend and murderous stalker, so something like this was needed to keep anyone from getting suspicious.

See how much hard work he was putting in to keep this just between the six of them? Yeah. He was kind of hoping it was Akane or Nabiki coming along - but no, it was Kasumi.

"Hey Kasumi!" Ranma said. "Something wrong?"

The eldest Tendo sister was, by far, the least weird member of the family. As in, it was not even a contest. Akane was an uncute tomboy (who was such a ferocious lay that he felt like he should be breathing fire afterwards), Nabiki was an ice cold bitch (who made everything seem so naughty and deviant, it added an extra layer of spice to everything they did) while Mister Tendo.. Would likely butcher him alive if he found out what he'd been doing with two of his daughters without marrying them first.

So, seeing such a concerned expression on Kasumi's face... don't look at him with a face like that, Kasumi. How was he supposed to handle it?  It was the kind of expression that made a man want to kick the ass of who or whatever had put it on her.

"Ranma, I think we need to discuss your romantic life."

Unfortunately, Ranma had not yet learned a way to kick his own ass. Curiously this was not the first time he'd thought that. Now. If anyone else had raised that topic of conversation, he'd have yelled 'look a hundred yen coin' and been out of there in a flash. But this was <b>Kasumi.</b> You didn’t just run away from her.

Plus Shampoo was still holding the semi-conscious Ukyo up on the ceiling and he needed to make sure Kasumi didn’t have cause to look up. Thus, subjecting himself to her disapproving gaze.

"What about it?" Ranma said. Ah! Oh no! Shampoo's ears were twitching! She was really interested in this conversation!

"Well, I am concerned that you seem to have no less than four pretty girls in pursuit of you at this moment in time," Kasumi said. "Including my younger sister."

"Feh, Akane's not in pursuit of me," Ranma replied, struggling to resist the urge to look up at Shampoo. "Besides, when you're this handsome it's inevitable, right? Of course babes are going to crawl out of the woodwork to get a piece of this."

He flexed a muscle, and risked a look backwards. Uh oh. Shampoo had that look on her face. Damn his inherent sexiness, it has betrayed him yet again!

"By younger sister, I was not talking about Akane."

Clung! You could hear it. Like someone dropping a weight down a well. The colour drained out of Ranma, Shampoo, and also Ukyo on hearing that.

"You don't... mean... Nabiki...? Do you?" Ranma said, sounding like he was doing an impersonation of a ghost asking why its descendants hadn't finished off the task it had left for them before dying. "Why... Would you... ask... about Nabiki...?"

“Because I have reason to believe she may have recently picked up a romantic interest in you, Ranma.” Kasumi said, not revealing what she knew. "Ranma, do you have any romantic interest in her?"

"No," he honestly said. The entire scope of his interest in her was her slender, sultry body, that devious wicked tongue, that sinful waistline, those evil legs, that malicious booty... He had half a mind to head up to her room and take her for another ride right this second. "I don't get on with her at all."

Kasumi stayed quiet for a long, long moment. "I see," she finally said. "I feel that I have a full grasp of the situation now. Thank you, Ranma."

"No problem!" Ranma called as she turned to leave. Mercifully Shampoo had spider walked over Kasumi's head while turning around, so she'd completely missed the two of them. "Phew!" he said. "Dodged a bullet there."

"...Ranchan's lucky he's cute and hung," Ukyo said to Shampoo, who nodded along in agreement.


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Kasumi wasn’t that surprised that Ranma was still a young teenage boy , and still had urges. So while he didn’t seem interested in Nabiki romantically, she could <b>tell</b> that he thought she was hot and would have no issue fooling around with her. Ah, so unlike how he seemed afraid to express intimacy with Akane. Who he truly cared for.

That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do <i>at all</i>. It would break Akane's heart if something like that were to happen. Not to mention what it might do to Nabiki, as much of a troublemaker she could be Kasumi didn’t want her to be hurt in any way.  Which meant... Which meant that drastic measures would have to be taken.

"Father, may I have a word?" Kasumi asked. "I wish to transfer Ranma's engagement from Akane, to myself."

1. Kasumi goes a day without getting dicked.
2. Actually, it's probably funnier if she goes the entire arc without even finding out about The Penis, let's go that way.
3. The other girls have a council on what to do about this mess.
4. Something else

DxD Cocknosis

Within Issei's bedroom, his harem had grown impatient. By which I mean 'horny'. Er, perhaps 'hornier' is more accurate? They had all long since removed their clothing and it was only a matter of time before girls this aroused and this beautiful gave in to the yuri impulse.

"That's right Xenovia," Rias flipped back her hair, letting the Holy Sword run her tongue across her devilish breast. "My, you truly are talented with that tongue of yours."

"Watch yourself, devil!" Xenovia said menacingly. Or, as menacingly as one can when the one you are intending to menace is someone you really want to have sex with in the near future. "It is only because the King of Breasts would wish me to cleanse your wicked, sinful mammary that I indulge in this sinful act."

She said that, but it wasn't exactly like she was trying to get rid of Akeno. Who was lying on the floor. Between Xenovia's legs. Putting her truly wicked tongue to work. In all honesty, Rias was feeling like it was up to her to step up with the innuendo since her Queen was otherwise indisposed.

"Naughty Devil!" Irina yelled, raising her hand to smack Koneko's bare naked butt. An act which likely hurt Irina's hand more than it did Koneko. Though, the kitty devil must surely have felt it when Irina then used her fingers to push inside her exactly twice, before pulling them out and resuming. "Accept your righteous punishment."

Seeing such pretty servants of the enemy fall to this level made Rias all the wetter. Now, she knew that it would be bad if this got out. To either side. Or to the Fallen Angels, or some other faction. All hell might break loose, and you'd best believe that Devils felt that was a bad thing. Hell's best kept where it was, thank you very much.

Although, she had to wonder where Issei had gone. He was only supposed to be picking up milk. Could he have gotten himself into trouble while out? In which case - No, her familiars would have warned her if something like that was up. Perhaps he had run into some pretty young thing and seduced her? Rias had hoped he would one day crack and start using his hypno-dick with less fear, but he seemed a bit too worried about long-term effects on humans..

If he had been distracted by a girl, it was probably someone who had already been affected like the kendo club. The idea of him running into them and these girls who once insulted and assaulted him because of his perversion dragging him off for a bit of naughty fun was amusing if she were honest. Oh, the irony was fitting.

The sound of the front door opening caught their attention. The girls all froze. Try to imagine what it's like when a pet is home all day and they hear their owner's car parked, that's the sort of reaction they all had. Their heads turned towards the stairs, their breathing was hitched, they could hear footsteps approaching, getting closer, closer, closer.

Issei was home. And so was his penis. As the footsteps drew closer there was a mad scramble by all of them to get into position. Rias lay on the bed, Akeno leaned against the wall, the two Holy Swords got on their knees, while Koneko... dead lifted them out of the way so she could get into a pouncing position, like a wild cat about to tear its prey to bloody pieces.

The door creaked open inch by inch. The anticipation grew and grew. Which of them would be first? That competitive thought went through them all. Would it be Akeno, who had objectively the best overall figure? Perhaps the fiery Rias? Irina, his old friend? Xenovia, the closest to Akeno's curves? Koneko, the smallest and cutest (yet also the most wild)?

Before they could make their move, whatever it might be, they soon found themselves staring at Issei - and a busty nun, whose tits were practically spilling out of her habit.

"Hi girls," Issei said. "This is Asia Argento. She's new to town, and I was showing her the sights."

<i>Tits</i>.

That word hit them all like a freight train, leaving their mouth agape. There was a tiny little sliver of thought, I'll grant, that basically went 'oh no another rival for Issei's penis' to 'shit, she deserves it' almost immediately.

If Issei was the King of Breasts, then this must be their Queen.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you all," Asia said, curtseying. Their eyes tracked her chest as she went down and then back up. "I'm terribly sorry for holding him up for so long, he would have come back sooner with the milk, but..."

Milk. Yes, a good swig of milk would really hit the spot about now.

But while most of the girls were caught up in that thought, Rias had another one sitting at the back of her head. This reaction. This feeling. Those tits! Wasn't there supposed to be another book, like the book of cocknosis? That's right. That talking book had warned about that.

The book of titnosis. Yes, that's it! Of course. Xenovia and Irina had come in search of <i>two</i> mysterious powerful items. The book of cocknosis could be one, while the other - She took a sharp intake of breath and tried to work up the will to close her eyes -

"Oh. Since you're all naked, I should probably dress for the occasion," the nun innocently said before dropping her habit to the floor. In turn, causing Rias' brain to turn into pudding.

“Are you doing a slumber party or something?” Asia asked while looking around. "Ah, it's a little strange that it would be so many girls and only one boy, isn't it?"


"Ehehehe," Issei laughed. Oh yeah Issei was here as well. "You know, you do make a fine point Asia. I should probably also dress for the occasion."

Why did they spontaneously strip down like this? It felt unnatural. Like, their reasoning was jumbled up. Perhaps they were being compelled by the mystic power behind their genitals, competitive as ever for dominance. Either way, the two of them were now standing side by side in front of the girls naked as the  day they were born.

Issei's cock was swinging to and fro like a giant fleshy pendulum, while Asia was rocking on her heels causing her tits to rise and bounce and jiggle. Swing. Bounce. Hard. Soft. Either one of these things would reduce a person's brain to pudding in seconds, but both of them were side by side. Well... not quite, there was a height difference. Swing. Bounce. Jiggle. Throb. They were almost perfect opposites of each other in every meaningful way. The masculine. The feminine. The soft. The hard. The long and girthy, versus the round and tender.

The effect being exposed to both at once, the two sets of genitals competing for control over their willpower was quite astounding. It was like being pulled in two different directions at once with equal force, you more or less stay in place.

Or... Not quite stay in place, no. Being caught between Cocknosis and titnosis like this was giving a temporary reprieve to the girls, and their minds. Rather than being weighed down by either one, rather than desiring nothing more than to feel Issei's mighty penis penetrating them or to feel Asia's indomitable tits in the palms of their hands, rather than feeling utterly beneath either of them, rather than feeling compelled to allow either boy or girl in front of them to dominate their minds, body, and soul, they all...

Temporarily reverted to their normal selves.

It was not going to last long by any means. Only so long as they could see both Issei's cock and Asia's tits at the same time. However, while they could, their thought process was momentarily purged of the hypnotic influence of either one.

Which left all five of them quite surprised, as you might well imagine. Let's take a deeper look on their thought processes to better understand them.

Firstly, Rias Gremory was stunned to the core of her being. If someone had told her that a power like this could exist, she would have laughed it off. Even knowing some of the more esoteric abilities that existed, this would seem too ridiculous. Yet there it was. She, her peerage, and these two Holy Swords had all succumbed to it <i>easily</i>.

Then there were Asia's hypnotic breasts to consider. Yes, breasts. It was strange, but for the fleeing moment before she had this clarit Rias could only think of them as tits. How bizarre was that? How utterly... weird!

Her engagement with Riser was ruined now. That was a positive out of all this. But still... was it any better to consider this new Pawn as the 'King of Breasts'? That was quite demeaning for one of her stature, even if she kind of liked Issei as a person and... He very obviously hadn't done this to them on purpose. She'd personally played a large role in brainwashing the other girls herself.

Then there was the sex. Oh, was there the sex. It was also quite strange. Even though she had clarity of mind, even though she was thinking like herself again, whenever she thought of that massive turgid tool stirring up her insides, making her into a sloppy mess, she had to fight the urge to drool.  It was a purely physiological reaction. Surely. That mighty weapon had shaped her insides to suit it - much as it surely must have the others as well.

Would she lose her mind if he used it to fuck her right here and now? Would she return to that state again? To her great surprise... Part of Rias wanted it. Her future had been mapped out for her by her family. An engagement to a prominent Devil from another family who was... not an awful choice for a husband, but not the one she would have chosen for herself.

Who would she have chosen?

Issei. Definitely Issei. He was cute. Hidden power dwelled within him - and power like that was a potent aphrodisiac for a Devil, make no mistake. He was nice. He genuinely didn't want to mindfuck anyone with his almighty cock.

Ah! That thought made her panic a bit. What if he learned that it really did have that effect on Devils after all? That they had no more a defense against this bizarre power than a regular human? He might not be able to take it. Lying to him didn't quite sit right with her, but at the same time - at the same time she might have no choice. No choice at all... just like always. But this time, she felt a little bit happier about it than usual. Almost as though she was choosing to have no choice of her own free will.

Next was Akeno Himejima, whose outlook was a bit different from Rias'. You see, for Rias her beauty and looks were merely a tool to distract the weak minded. She was still a blushing virgin when all of this started. Any and all confidence she exuded was an act, nothing more. Akeno, on the other hand, was an outright shameless pervert. It wasn't like she'd had sex either, mind, but she was definitely a hardcore switch type. The sort that gets turned on by being dominated, or by being a sub.

So, a mere Pawn turning her into a slut drooling over his dick, worshipping his cock whenever the chance popped up, and entering into a BDSM yuri relationship with Koneko was... intensely arousing. As was the semi-competitive nature of her relationship with Rias. Naturally, they sex was amazing. How could it not be for one who has acquired the power of a hypnotic penis?

Still. She had several reservations. As aroused as this development made her, Akeno's first duty was to Rias. Her future. Her sense of well being. It was obvious to her that she didn't want to marry Riser - but allowing this Pawn to be her Master would surely ruin all future influence she had. It might be a little selfish, but perhaps if she stole Issei and his brain melting dick away for herself...?

Onto Koneko next, whose thought process was pretty simple. Issei was her mate. That was the end of it. Koneko had long suppressed her mating urges, as none of the men around were worth her time. While her thinking was more or less back to normal, her body was in heat.

Honestly, he was the ideal mate in a lot of ways. His meat fit, no matter what. He showed great potential for strength. He was also considerate of their needs. While it was a little frustrating that he had accidentally mind-whammied them, and that she would have to share him with other girls, Koneko... honestly didn't mind. Sure, that would have changed if she had the impression he'd done this on purpose but it was rather obvious he had not.

Xenovia... Was twitching in places she didn't know could twitch. She'd had an orgy with several devils and enjoyed every moment of it. This... this craven, devious devil had manipulated their thought process to reduce them to animals in heat!

Lucky for her Koneko didn't hear that thought. Nonetheless!

Her mind put it together. This boy was holding one of the two mysterious artefacts they had come here to investigate. This girl, the other. She was canny enough to take a guess at the rest. Exposure to both at once was clearing her mind. Probably the others as well. However... when she tried to look away, she could feel the pull of surrender entering her mind. Her situation was hopeless. She could not reach for her sword without looking away and even if she could, while surrounded by these Devils she couldn't do much of anything either!

Except... was that really an excuse not to try? It wasn't, was it? She should at least defy them by making an attempt to fight! That would surely save her soul! Would it not? Unless there was another reason? But what could that reason be?

The answer came from the pit of her stomach. A warm, pleasant feeling. She had never admitted this to Irina, but the truth was that Xenovia always wanted to bear a strong child. Could it be...? She desired to breed with this boy? No, it was not her mind that wished it, but her body and... and her soul? Both were in agreement on this?

But wait... wait! If she kept him busy breeding her, then it would surely prevent him from expanding his harem further. It would keep him from putting others under his influence. Hell, if they played it right this Asia girl could be added to the harem to keep her hypnotic breasts from causing mischief. Yes... yes! It might be a bit of self justification to maximise her own pleasure, but -

Apologies to the religious out there reading this, but this writer couldn't help but finish that sentence in his head with "haven't religious people done that for literally millenia?" Really, that is intended more as a shot on human nature than religion, I promise.

Lastly, Irina. She was the more devout of the two, and would not succumb to such easy self justification or cognitive dissonance. In truth, she'd always had a crush on Issei, and that had only intensified as she got older. Seeing him again, knowing he was a Devil, it filled her with such regret for what might have been.

On the one hand... the sex had been good. Great. Amazing. But that wasn't enough for Irina. Nope! She was a <i>good</i> girl, a Holy Sword!

Except that it had worked on her just as it had anyone else. The Lord had not offered his protection to her from this wicked ability, and allowed her to lay with Devils and her colleague against their own wills and wishes. S-So why did her loins heat up like this? There was a devil whispering in her ear, telling her that this was the Lord's will.

But no! That couldn't be the case. He would never, in his wisdom, send them to cavort with the enemy like this! It had to be a plan of evil, not of Heaven! Of all of them, Irina both wanted it the most, and wanted it the least. The conflict was tearing at her soul, and her faith was keeping her from the same kind of justification that the others were having. For many, faith brings an intense peace of mind... but sometimes it can have the opposite effect.

She had to free them. Had to liberate them. Had to find a way to neutralise both of their abilities before -

Suddenly Rias stepped forward, blocking her view of Asia... and down she went again, grinning goofily at the King of Breasts and his intensely satisfying hypnodick.

"Welcome, Asia Argento!" Rias said, pulling the girl into a deep hug that she had only intended to last a second or so, but after feeling those tits press into her... maybe she could hold this for an hour or more? "Congratulations, Issei, on yet another conquest. Such a pretty young thing."

"Eh, conquest?" Issei rubbed the back of his head. "W-well, it's not like I meant to, it just sorta happened..."

"Issei?" Asia said. "Did you say Issei? As in Issei Hyoudou? A dangerous Devil who was putting unwary girls under his hypnotic power?"

"It was an accident!" Issei yelled. "I swear, I didn't mean to use this thing to - Wait, how did you know about that?"

1. And so, yet another contest between cocknosis and titnosis begins.
2. Actually, Asia shrugs it off, figuring that the Fallen Angels must have got it wrong.
3. Asia flees back to the school.
4. Let's check in on the Fallen Angels, as they entrench their influence at the school.
5. Something else

Hentai Crystal

http://old.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/docs/1417/1417591.html

Ami Mizuno was not a dancer. Oh, heaven forbid. She had no moves. She had no grace. This Senshi, has a - Nope, I can't justify it to myself, I can't finish a DK rap themed joke using the Senshi. At least not without running through the whole crew. Besides, it might distract from dem thighs and that would be akin to a sin against God.

No really, those legs were sublime. While Ami Mizuno was a lot cuter than most in her real life gave her credit, she wasn't the sort of cute that oozed sex appeal like this. It was more like an innocent bookish charm. Understated. Approachable. A beauty that was not intimidating. You didn't stare at her and drool, you checked her out and blushed. That sort of appeal.

Even as Sailor Mercury, there was a strong element of that. Sure, you could see her legs, sure that skirt practically flaunted her lower half and sure, that leotard hugged her body pretty snuggly - but you could say the same about the others as well. Put her next to the busty Jupiter, the leggy Mars with her high heels, the bubbly Venus or the centre of attention Moon - she still carried herself in that same way.

Not anymore. These legs were made for walking - and being stared at. These were the kinds of legs you got if there was prophecy on the day you were born that if you skipped leg day the world would end, and by the way every day is leg day.

That's why both Fighter and Maker were a touch distracted as Mercury led them up to the stage. Anyone would be, following after her while deep, thumping tribal music is pounding, pounding pounding in your ears, drowning out thoughts, making it hard to concentrate, causing the brain to default to its preferred mode of concentration: Visual stimulus. The legs in front of them. The swishing skirt. Mercury took the two of them on a tour of the stage, and neither one even noticed. In fact, they'd fully forgotten what they were doing here by the time she'd finished.

“Y-you are dancing..” Healer said, bringing up her earlier observation. The normally quiet and controlled woman was having a rather hard time not staring at Mercury's butt as she moved in tune to this primal tune.

“Hmm.. yeah.” Mercury answered, deciding then and there that denying it was no longer important. Every step she took felt like it was sending an electric shock throughout her body, and she couldn’t help but move in tune to that tune. The tribal music thumping in the Sailor Starlight’s heads also had a firm grasp on her, probably even stronger.

“It just feels right ohhh!” Healer's voice had an oddly musical tone to it and seemed to echo throughout the ancient stage. “Want me to teach you?” She asked, causing the three Senshi to momentarily regain a little of their mental faculties as they tried to think about that.

“Ehh.. why?” Fighter questioned, the train of thought almost as sluggish as her tongue.

“Hmm.. We could do a show you know, for our princess.” Healer answered, twirling in place almost as if she were a ballerina.

“The princess.. a show..” Maker repeated and all three imagined themselves.. wearing revealing outfits, dancing in tune for their beloved mistress.

Mercury almost lazily grabbed a pole while walking by, hooked her leg into it and spun around expertly. Even a professional dancer would think she'd been doing so for years. Still, the usual lack of self confidence crept its ugly way in, prompting her to say "I'm not very good at this. Healer, could you please teach me?"

The already mostly brainwashed member of the Starlight grinned to herself and stepped up to Mercury, embracing her from behind.

"You have the right idea," she whispered seductively. "But you simply must adjust your leg. The angle of your knee is not acute enough - though it is plenty cute." While speaking, her gloved hand was trailing down Mercury's leg in a way that made both Fighter and Maker feel... strange. Healer then lifted up Mercury's leg and guided her to spin around the pole. Once again. "There we go," healer said, needing only a gentle nudge to keep Sailor Mercury flying around again and again. "You have a much more stable grip now, and you should be able to keep going as long as you like."

So far as Fighter was concerned, it was an impressive display of physical ability from someone she wouldn't expect to see it from. Watching Sailor Mercury spinning around and around, keeping herself moving to the same rhythm of the music.

As for Maker...

"Fascinating," Maker whispered to herself. "Sizing up the angles, the speed, comparing and contrasting with the visual aspect of her clothes, contrasted with the healthy colour of her skin..."

Her analysis was a little more, shall we call it, from an intellectual viewpoint. Studying the dance analytically, mathematically, little knowing that even this realm was thoroughly soaked in Libra's influence. Lust is more than aesthetic, though it is easy to fall into the trap of thinking that it is. Lust can be logical, every bit as much as it is emotional. That's what makes it so insidious, so easy to fall into. Something can make you horny for perfectly rational reasons as easily as it can irrational reasons.

Don't believe it? You don't think reproductive instincts can be based entirely in logic? Why not? Is it not perfectly rational to want your traits to survive into the next generation? Especially if you view it as helpful to the species as a whole. If you recognise qualities in a prospective mate that would be beneficial in such a manner, then you would surely feel great arousal towards them as a result of logic.

As such, the two of them were ensnared in horniness caused by Sailor Mercury's quaking thighs gripping and squeezing onto a pole and spinning around and around, causing her fart too short skirt to flutter up and grant them a peek - just a tiny peek every second or so at her jiggling cheeks. Neither one of them quite noticed as their comrade Healer slipped behind them and guided first Fighter, then Maker, to a pole of their own and set them to dancing as well, their heads instantly turning all the time to watch Sailor Mercury's erotic dance.

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From the perspective of Starlight Maker, everything is clinical. Logical. She is dancing around this pole in an attempt to open up a concealed compartment that will likely contain a vital clue to the identity of this mysterious Libra. While it is only a probability, no major clues were as yet forthcoming, and nowhere else within this temple was yielding results.

The mathematical precision of Sailor Mercury's dance was astounding. She could perceive elements of the Golden Ratio, the Silver Ratio, and possibly even applications of Euler's Identity - often cited as the most beautiful expression within mathematics.

e raised to the power of pi times i equals <i>dat ass</i>. She couldn't stop herself from staring at it. The numbers, the angles, the formula of that dance, that body, those moves!

"How am I doing?" Sailor Mercury asked, turning upside down to twirl around the pole before somehow landing on her feet, squatting down with her hands still holding onto it over her head. "Gosh, I wonder how long it will take to open up."

Maker felt something like a lightning shot down her spine, settling in her rear end. It was a pleasant feeling. A welcome one. It spread out into her thighs and sat there like pooled water after a thunderstorm. Then she felt it. An almighty jiggle, jiggle, jiggle that felt nice, nice, <i>so nice</i>.

For the first time since she started dancing, Maker looked away from Sailor Mercury and threw herself into the dance wholeheartedly. She'd forgotten completely what they were doing. Even so. There was still a rational part of her mind that was trying to make sense of things, and it directed her to speak up now.

"Sailor Mercury, is it possible that you are being corrupted in some way by the magics within this temple?" Maker asked.

“Why would you ever think that Maker? I am doing perfectly fine.” Said the girl shaking her butt with enough force to generate an audible thumping noise.

"Your posterior looks bigger than normal," Maker replied.

“Are you saying I am getting fat?”

"Not at all," Maker said. "It seems to be a mixture of muscle and fat."

"Then it is likely because of how much I am shaking my hot thicc ass," Mercury replied, apparently blissfully unaware of how perverted that logic was. "By shaking my ass like this, I am building up its appeal."

"The Sailor Mercury I know is too shy to build up her appeal," Maker countered.

"Yes, but we are trying to lure out a potentially perverted entity," Mercury said. She stood with her back to the pole, gripped it between her cheeks, then squatted down as far as she could go while keeping her back completely straight. "How else will we lure it out? How else can we exorcise it?"

That did seem quite rational. Maker didn't even notice though, as her own booty gained some further enhancements. While it was not quite jiggling to the extent that Mercury's was, it was still blatantly more lively than it had been not a few minutes ago..

"Besides which, why not have a little fun at the same time?" Healer asked, watching from one of the seats in front of the stage. "It is fun to dance, is it not?"

"It's not relevant if it is fun to dance all day, twerking our butts like a trio of sluts,"Maker said, though internally she did admit that she was enjoying herself. As in, enjoying herself a lot. If only there was a larger audience to see her work her ass. Yes. That would help. It would help to lure out the perverted entity going by Libra.

Why, she could almost imagine it now. Crowds of ancient perverts, women and men alike, gathered around in the seats until there was standing room only - then the crowd grew larger still until there wasn't even that. Huddled together, watching the show on stage, chanting Libra's name.

It was such loud chanting that Maker didn't even notice the clapping occuring behind her each time she moved her hips. The jiggling, the rippling, the clap, clap, clap of her cheeks was growing louder and more obvious, even as she internalised Mercury's argument about why this was the right thing to do. The smart thing to do. The logical thing to do.

It didn't hurt that she'd made the mistake to look back over at Mercury again. Her undulating ass, the unexpected enjoyment she was feeling the pounding rhythmic beat and now the chanting of Libra's name - it all ate away at her ability to consider the logical endpoint.

Logic needs that end point, remember, in order to function correctly. It needs a goal to adhere to, some moral imperative to function and check itself against. Logic cannot exist as a morality system, or a means of choosing the course ahead unless you have one or the other of these. By subverting the end goal (finding and exorcising Libra) Mercury had led Maker into using her own logic down a path she would not normally have gone down.

The end goal was to use perversion to lure out Libra. Therefore, she should be as lewd as possible. She ashould shake her rump, twerk it masterfully, taking the calculations Mercury had performed - and then improving on them to create as aesthetically pleasing a routine as possible. Yet she was oblivious to the changes being made to her body, and also her clothes. Her already quite tight fitting shorts were now riding up considerably, to the point that they almost seemed like a half assed paintjob of half her ass.

"We'll have Libra lured out in no time at all!" Maker said with full confidence, little guessing that what she'd do when Libra did emerge might not quite be what she was anticipating...

CG Fantasy Seduction

Lelouch sat up from the floor of his room bleary eyed and quite undead. The floor, you ask? Why yes. The floor. It had been this way for a few months now. The occupant of this room was compelled to slumber upon the floor rather than the nice, large and comfortable bed sitting not two feet away.

Throw on top of that his late nights, and it was a wonder he could think straight from lack of sleep. In actuality, he'd developed a few coping habits. Quite probably unhealthy coping habits - but then again, is there any other kind? He turned his head to look at the time. He'd woken before the alarm? How rare, he might try to get a little more sleep before -

Ten to eight, the clock lied to him. Which was impossible, for he always had it set to go off at seven. Enough time for him to awake, assist Nunnally with breakfast and dressing, then take care of his own affairs before arriving in the nick of time to his first class of the day. The idea he might have to take care of such matters within the span of forty minutes was, to say the least, quite ludicrous.

He reached for the clock. He checked the alarm. It was off. He let out a gurgle, or a scream, or some kind of unpleasant noise, because the unwanted occupant of his bed rolled over and said "Can you keep it down? You're almost as bad as that alarm you set every morning."

That, incidentally, was C.C. An immortal witch who had bestowed upon him the Power of Kings known as Geass. Lelouch scowled at this emerald haired tormentor, who even now was lying in bed wearing naught but one of his shirts, her <I>pleasantly thicc</i> thighs poking out under the hem without a care in the world.

"We will discuss this later," Lelouch said, scowling at her and, at heart, knowing she'd find a way to duck the subject. That's the issue, no matter how clever he was she had experience with social situations to a degree he might never comprehend. For now? He was in too much of a rush as it was! First, he should deal with Nunnally -

"Hi Lelou!"

"Good morning big brother."

Only to encounter, of all people, Shirley Fenette and his fully dressed little sister in the dining room, finishing up breakfast. That was strangely incongruous. Why would Shirley be here at this time in the morning?

"You seemed pretty tired of late, buster!" Shirley said accusingly, stalking up to him and leaning over and - did the Ashford uniform always have that window over the breasts? The big, succulent, bouncy breasts. "Honestly now, I know that she's your sister, but we adore Nunna too! Let us help you take care of her sometime, and let you get some rest."

She stepped inside his personal space right then, pressing her chest right up against his, making it impossible not to be aware of how large she was. How strange, he felt a little bit... dizzy.

"As you can see, your little sister is already ready for school," Shirley continued, sliding around him with her breasts making constant contact. That was strange. Wasn't it? "Now, you sit here and enjoy your breakfast, and relax. I've already taken care of everything!"

"Everything?" Lelouch yelped, knowing full well that Shirley in the kitchen was a recipe for disaster. The girl was an excellent athlete, but when it came to finger dexterity and finer motor skills - he sat up, but she pushed him back down.

"Sayoko made breakfast," Shirley sighed, but she was also scowling at him. "Honestly, where did this whole thing about me being clumsy- darn it!"

As she said that, she spilled a glass of cold juice all over her top. Nunnally tittered under her breath, though weirdly Lelouch was left with the impression it had been quite deliberate. For what reason? He could not even guess.

"I think Shirley is right, big brother. You push yourself too hard to take care of me," Nunnally said. "I don't want you to get sick because of me. Let the other council members help out. You know I get on with them really well, I'm sure they'll be fine with it."

Except Nina, yes, that was certainly true. Even Kallen would probably be fine with chipping in every now and then, so long as it didn't interfere in her operations. On the other hand, he had a suspicious nature to begin with, and the idea of them taking care of his little sister on his behalf... He preferred not to leave it up to them. Sayoko was fine as she was trained for the job, but others as well...?

Although he had to admit. The wet uniform clinging to Shirley's chest was distracting him. For some reason.

"Gee, you're still tense about this, huh?" Shirley asked. "Alright, I know how your mind works, you're the kind of person that doesn't like being in debt to someone else right?" She pulled out a laptop, bending over at the waist and making him stare at her big thicc booty to retrieve it, before sliding it in front of him. "While you have breakfast, check out the new version of the advert for our club. Then tell me what you think. That sounds fair, right?"

"Go ahead, big brother!" Nunnally said. She dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, adorable as ever, then wheeled herself towards the door. "I need to brush my teeth anyway, We'll talk about this more tonight, alright?"

"I'm not sure that I -" Lelouch began, but Shirley had already pressed the play button. It began with another bouncy and catchy song that wasn't his usual preference, but it stuck in his head nonetheless. Then, the images began. He saw the swim club by the pool, later at night, all dressed up in swimming gear that could not possibly be tournament official. They all seemed quite... curvaceous, as well. More so than the last video, he thought?

They were dancing around a lot to the music as well. Causing their breasts and their butts to jiggle quite a lot. Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle. He felt dizzy. It was the lack of sleep, and his poor location when sleeping that was likely the cause of - jiggle, jiggle, water being poured down Shirley's boobs, taking off her bikini top and making sure her breasts were soaked - jiggle jiggle drip, drip jiggle drip drip.

There was a sound like a zip being pulled down and shortly following that, he felt really good. Almost like he was being pressed in between two very soft warm things that were gently, oh so gently, rubbing him up and down in time with the music...

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Euphemia li Britannia felt like a new woman, and the reason why was staring her in the mirror. First thing this morning, she had woken up, undressed, and put on her new favourite clothes. This silly, slutty, awesome cheerleader uniform! A snug sweater that showed off the shape of her breasts! This tiny pleated skirt that put her amazing legs on full display! These white socks that went up to her knee, and these snazzy, comfortable sneakers... Why, she didn't look anything like a Princess at the moment.

"Hey there girls, don't be a scrub! Join the Fantasy Seduction Club!"

It was a simple routine, but it felt so... exhilarating to perform. Gosh, what a life changing day it was yesterday, going to meet Suzaku but instead having her brain fucked with in the best possible way. Unlocking, unsealing, unleashing her brand new F-E-T-I-S-H!

It was exciting. It was alluring. It was irresistible. It had been extremely difficult to smuggle this outfit into the palace and hide it where nobody would find it. Which meant that priority number one was making it so she could wear this, like, all the time. Instead of that long flowing dress that hid way too much of her body. It was pretty and all, but... Ugh, it made her seem unapproachable, which was the last thing Euphemia wanted.

See, Euphemia had always been a little jealous of the lower classes. Oh yes, I'm sure that seems rich - Princess envious of pauper. How novel, how fun! That's never been done before. But, well, Euphemia did feel stifled. She had a lot more power than most others on the planet - but hadn't the faintest idea of how to use it. She wasn't as confident as Cornelia, or clever like Schneizel. She felt like she should not have been born to that family at all. She didn't fit in.

Well, now she'd found her place. All thanks to that perverted club. Her first priority, then? Seduce Suzaku. Second priority? Get her big sister in a uniform just like this one.

Unfortunately it was time for her servants to arrive to help her dress for the day, so Euphemia quickly took her uniform off and hid it where nobody would check. If only she wasn't such a silly nice ditz, she'd already have a plan in mind for brainwashing the two of them... But oh well. All things in due time.

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The morning passed by without event. So far as Lelouch knew. He slept through most of it. At this point he already knew the material, and only attended to keep up appearances - which made his mastery of the 'sleeping, but looking like he's in deep thought' pose all the more vital. Furthermore, he had already used his Geas to make the teachers unaware of anything incongruous related to his homework assignments - and for them to warn him of any random tests, including the tops that would be on them.

In all honesty, he'd found school boring for quite a while now. It provided no intellectual stimulus - but it did provide him with another need. Societal stimulus. Interaction with regular people. Such things kept him grounded when his true intentions were quite fantastical, absurd beyond belief.

Nonetheless, he did prefer to eat lunch at his own living space - the student council building - if only out of a sense of practicality. He wasn't a bad chef, he knew what food would be available and - depending on her plans - he might even run into Nunnally. Or failing her, one of the other council members would be present, and he could spend time catching up on business.

Today, his sister was not present. However... on entering the main room for the student council, his eyes fell upon an unexpected sight. Namely, that of Kallen Stadtfeld ne Kozuki standing in front of a full body mirror, wearing the ridiculous harem outfit from yesterday.

She didn't notice him at first. "Huh, I don't get it," she muttered, apparently to herself but loud enough that he couldn't miss it. "What do guys like about this?"

A few answers did come to mind right away. The pleasant curves of her body being put on display. The lack of covering over her midriff drawing attention to her child bearing hips. The swell of her ass, the barely there covering of her breasts. Ah, but then Kallen put her hands over her head and began to shake it, back and forth, to a steady "pom pom pom" rhythm.

"Why can't guys take their eyes off me if I'm like this?" Kallen asked aloud. "What is it about this body that makes their brains turn to mush? It's so silly, it's just a body - but they just can't help themselves. Boys are silly, and horny, and the hornier they get, the sillier they become."

Jiggle. Jiggle. But. Butt. How pleasing, how amusing. Seeing this side of Kallen was something he hadn't expected to - jiggle, jiggle - walk in on. The hot headed half Japanese resistance member, who was secretly quite tomboyish, had this kind of - booty jiggle - side to her as well? The juxtaposition was quite astounding, to both of the identities she wore. The shy sickly nobleman's daughter. The outgoing rebellious tomboy. Both of them were in front of him wearing an outfit intended for the wives of a Sultan.

Lelouch closed the door. Kallen nearly jumped out of her skin, and made as if to cover herself. Quite a futile effort, if you asked him.

"So you have this side to you as well?" Lelouch quipped, enjoying her getting all embarrassed and flustered. "Honestly, it suits you well - but don't let Milly catch you, or you'll wind up wearing it to all our meetings."

"Thanks for the advice," Kallen said, in a tone much more in line with how she acted with the Black Knights. No forced attempt to be soft spoken here. "You'd better not tell anyone about this."

"This?" lelouch asked. "What is this, to start with?"

"The theatrical club lent it to me, if you must ask," Kallen sniffed. "They said it 'suited me too well for them to take it back'. As if I would normally wear something like this." Her hands slipped down to her sides, letting him take in the full sight of her without the shyness. "So... it suits me, does it?"

He had only been half serious when saying it, as a means to tease her a little bit. However, he had to admit that she filled it out quite nicely, standing there, rocking back and forth on her heels, causing her breasts to jiggle, jiggle, jiggle...

"What about it suits me?" Kallen asked. Then, before he could even take a breath, she stepped forward with her arms spread out parallel to the floor while making her shoulders bob up and down. "Do you mean it matches my hair? My eyes? Or is it something more about the style?"

Before Lelouch could gather his thoughts - which usually happened quite quickly - Kallen was advancing on him, bouncing and swaying her body to a rhythm only she could hear.. At first. It was strange, but after a few seconds he could swear that he could hear the same arabic music as yesterday.

"Is it my exposed midriff? Is it my exposed shoulders? Is it the low neckline? Or is it something that it hints at, yet does not show?"

Normally Lelouch could answer easily and swiftly off the cuff, but Kallen's questions were coming at him hard and fast. As well, her dancing was becoming more... vibrant. Jubilous. Enthusiastic. Sensual... But perhaps most important of all, closer.

Her hips shimmied to and fro, her breasts bounced around barely restrained by her outfit, her legs showed grace and control where he was used to her showing power and forcefulness. Lelouch stepped backwards out of relex - and found himself seated in a chair while Kallen continued to dance and ask questions.

"Does this dancing distract you? Does it make it more appealing? Does it turn you on? Can you take your eyes off me? Do you prefer my breasts? My ass? My legs? My stomach? My pretty face?"

How peculiar, but it was almost like the room itself was blurring into the background, with only Kallen's dancing figure in focus.

"Does it make that smart brain of yours feel numb? Are you enjoying watching me dance? Does it make you hard? Does being horny make you silly? Are you becoming a silly boy?"

Something about those questions felt off, but... Her astonishing dexterity and athleticism, coupled with a figure many women would kill to have, it was quite breathtaking. Before he knew it she was sitting in his lap, her bare breasts bouncing in his face.

"Is it getting easier for us to put you under?" Kallen asked. "Is it getting harder for you to resist? Will you soon be joining us in the Fantasy Seduction club?"

Her hips ground against his, and there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't become hard. His mind interjected with a few obvious exceptions (damage to penis, unable to feel attraction to women, etc)- But that was rather missing the point. Feeling Kallen's thighs on his legs, the warmth of her body pressed up against his - Fine! The number of men who wouldn't get hard were a distinct, unique minority.

Lelouch could only watch with a sleepy eyed expression as Kallen slid off his body, pulled his trousers down, exposed his erection and without another word began to suck on it, while using her large, heaving, bare breasts to wrap around it. The sensation felt familiar, but he was too busy going under to properly register it.

1. Lelouch awakens, in another scene being played out by Kallen and Shirley.
2. Meanwhile, Euphemia seeks opportunities to corrupt her big sister.
3. While engaged in a boring contest at a museum, Euphemia runs into Nina
4. The club makes their move on yet another target.
5. Something else

UY First Impressions

http://old.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/docs/1378/1378837.html

Have you ever complained about something, and then something much bigger came along to make you realise how petty you had been? Like the old saying "I complained I had no shoes, until I met the man who had no feet". Try to imagine what it would be like if you had no shoes, then some bastard comes along to chop your feet off.

"Bet you I can hold my breath longer than you can!"

"Hah! Dream on! I can fly way closer to the sun than you!"

"Bet you I can count to one hundred faster than you can!"

"Who are you fooling? I'll beat you any day of the week!"

"Bet you I can be myself better than you can be me!"

"I can get married faster than you!"

"Hah! Dream on! I can fly way closer to the sun than you!"

Truly, for Ataru Moroboshi, he had set foot on a planet that must be hell itself. As far as the eye could see, he could behold them. Oni and Lucky God, each of them bickering and arguing amongst themselves in a manner much akin to Lum and Benten. Except less sexy. Mostly less sexy. The males of both species were a lot bigger than their females, and a lot less easy on the eye. Mostly. Actually, one or two guys were kind of cute enough that it wiggled his spot on the kinsey scale slightly, but the women were certainly delightful. Or would be. If their faces weren't twisted up into competitive snarls.

"Shinobu, our lives have never been in more danger, and might never again be in as much danger as this," Ataru said, sounding at his absolute most profound. "If we live through this, we might well be immortal."

Zap! Zap! Scorching flames! Spontaneous rain and vines growing out of the ground for no good reason! Oh no, he was getting all sorts of freaky Oni powers getting put out there! Ataru ducked. Ataru covered. Ataru looked back to check that Shinobu was alright -

"Hah! I win!" Benten said. "I toldja I could lick every square inch of her breast before you could!"

To Ataru's disbelief, the two aliens had got themselves into a ridiculous and erotic contest where each of them used their tongues to drench one of Shinobu's boobs in drool. The most ludicrous sexy race he had ever thought of.

"Hrm, gee, I dunno..." Shinobu twiddled her thumbs. "Maybe we should make it two out of three?"

"Can we save that for home, when our lives are not in total danger?!" he yelled. Then he stopped to catch himself. "Oh no, I've become the straight man. I'm Shinobu from the canon work!"

"Oy, no self realisation of your role in the story!" Benten yelled.

"Yes darling, that's right. You're here to give us such deep, satisfying dickings that for a moment I forget how competitive I am with Benten." A beat. "Can we have sex before the games begin?"

... Yes, actually. That sounded like a really good idea. Ataru reached for his trousers, made ready to unzip them and then -

<i>"Ladies and gentlemen, Oni and Lucky Gods! Welcome to our annual contest! The greatest time of year! The ultimate games, Setsubun!"</i>

He should have known. Already Lum and Benten were pushing and shoving their way out among their fellow aliens, with Shinobu and him following meekly behind. Keeping their head down low, and staring up at the announcer in a really tacky pink suit, hovering aboard a checkerboard platform, and talking into something that must be some kind of microphone.

<i>"This year, we shall be playing a new game! A different game than usual! On agreement between Mister and Missus Invader, and Mister and Missus Benten's Parents, this year we shall be playing an entirely new game!"

Ataru had a bad feeling about this.

<i>"That game shall be 'pelt the lone demon'!"</i>

Ataru had a <i>bad</i> feeling about this.

<i>"The Lucky Gods and Oni shall each be provided with special beans. When these beans strike the target, the appropriate team's counter shall go up. The winning team shall win this year's top prize - Majority stock in our biggest intergalactic bikini producers, HotCorp!"</i>

Ataru had a <b>bad</b> feeling about this.

<i>"The individual that tags the target with the most beans will receive a very special prize! The target shall have a special collar attached to them, and will be compelled to be your servant for a week. Don't worry, the collar will make them like it."</i>

Ataru had a <b><i>bad</i></B> feeling about this.

“What!?” Shinobu shrieked, “No way did we agree agreed to that-”

<i>”And in case you’re wondering, you should have taken a better look at that liability form you signed before landing on the planet. You agreed to this, and we all know Oni and Lucky Gods keep their promises.”</i>

“Who reads those things?!” Ataru asked, now he was getting a <b><i><u>bad</b></i></u> feeling about this.

<i>"As for the target - that will be randomly selected out of all the people on the planet right now!"</i>

Had it been mentioned that Ataru had a bad feeling about this? It feels like that wasn't mentioned enough. Because he did. He had a really, really, horrible awful terrible bad feeling about -

<i>"And the target shall be! Shinobu Miyake-Moroboshi!"</i>

"Eh? Miyake-Moroboshi?" Ataru blinked. He turned to look at Shinobu to ask about that, but didn't get the chance because gosh that was a bright light that had hit her, and after it cleared, gosh that was a super fucking hot bunny outfit she was wearing right now. Shoulderless. Backless. Blacker than the night's sky. Contrasted perfectly against her skin. Poofy little tail right at the small of her back, letting the leotard bit ride up just a little bit. Stockings. Little cuffs around the wrists. Cute ears that seemed to twitch. And high heels that made her legs go pop!

"You're making me run in heels, what kind of monsters are you?!" Shinobu yelled. Then she tried running and found it surprisingly easy. "Wait, how the fuck?! This is impossible, what kind of freaky alien tech makes it possible for an ordinary girl to run like this in heels?"

"It might help that you're floating an inch off the ground," Ataru said. He stared at her legs. He stared at her cleavage. At her shoulders. At her neck. Oh yeah. Shinobu might be an Earth girl, but that just made it all the more special when she put on something nice. Those alien chicks, you could see their bodies all you wanted.

Alas, he didn't get the chance to stare for long before another bright light hit her, and sent her elsewhere. <i>"It's no fun if you all know where she is right away!"</i> the announcer proclaimed. <i>"That young miss has been teleported to a  random part of the planet, and will be given the option to randomly teleport five times during the next hour! Good hunting everyone, and for the sake of galactic peace we <b>really</b> fucking hope this holds your competitive spirit at bay until the next contest. Good luck!"</i>

Ataru still had a bad feeling about this, but it wasn't quite as intense as before. Still. His girlfriend, the first member of his harem, was lost in this alien world. Alone. Scared. Horny and dressed up like a bunny girl. Her ass on the line, with the winner owning her for a week. He'd be damned if he didn't win that prize! Or... actually he'd be okay with Lum or Benten having her, but nobody else.

But he was still the first choice! Now all he had to do was overcome an entire planet of extremely competitive and highly advanced aliens with all manner of freaky abilities and technology at their dispos-

"Chaaaaarge!"

Aaaaand he was being trampled into the dirt right from the word go. This was already off to a bang up start.

1. Ran tries to deal with the crazies she is stuck with.
2. Ataru teams up with Lum to try to win the game.
3. Lum and Benten's competitiveness winds up taking them out of the game for some sexy time.
4. Chocolate and Saki are making Sakura feel a strange mix of Frustrated and Horny. Fursthorny?
5. Something Else

Hentai Crystal

The scene within the temple was unmistakably lewd, and growing lewder by the moment. With three out of the four girls feeling the effects of Libra's corruption, only one stood tall, stood proud, and... actually had the athletic chops to be a decent dancer by instinct alone. The leader of the Starlights: Fighter! She alone had not fallen to the love of ass, yet she had not realised she was alone in this regard.

To her, this all seemed quite ridiculous and demeaning. Honestly, Libra must be a bigger pervert than she thought if this was the way to unlock his secret storage.

Still, it was part of her duties, even if it made her quite annoyed. She more or less remained oblivious to what was happening around her - including the fact that Mercury, Maker and Healer all had much improved physiques... or that her own booty was undergoing some enhancements as well.

Normally she had a fairly muscular frame. Not much to speak of in terms of 'appeal'. That was changing, little by little, as she grabbed onto and spun around the pole with effortless ease, so trivial that she almost seemed bored rather than erotic.

Until...

"I wonder what Princess Kakyuu would make of this place," Healer said, almost absently.

Fighter nearly fell off her pole. Princess Kakyuu...? The very thought made her embarrassed! Seeing them in this condition, beholding them dancing in such a manner...

"I'm sure she would be aghast," Fighter said, resuming her routine.

"Perhaps at first," Maker said. "But only at first. She is wise enough to understand why we must do this. Why must we shake our asses, grind them and bounce these booties until our hips feel like they might fall off."

Now hold on one moment, that sounded a bit weird to her. Since when did Maker say that sort of lewd thing?  Through the weird fog that had started to descend over her mind, Fighter started to look around the room. Taking in the sight of her allies swinging around the poles, occasionally having to turn her head to keep them in mind. What she was seeing was just about enough to snap her out of it.

The changes to their bodies were both impressive and obvious. Especially to their thighs and hind quarters. Those glutes could double as pillows, you could probably use the thighs as punching bags and they wouldn't even hurt. The shaking of those rumps was producing a quaking jiggle, as in, it made Fighter feel like she was caught in the middle of an earthquake from merely looking at them.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Fighter demanded. She tried to let go of the pole - but found that her hands instead gripped it tighter. She found herself upside down, hanging from one hand while her legs wrapped around the pole, keeping her spinning around in an expert display of athleticism. "Something's wrong!" she said. "Snap out of this!"

Her mind raced as she thought this through. What was happening was obvious, in retrospect. This was a temple devoted to a lustful entity with great magical power. They must have unknowingly walked into one of its traps! She could almost hear the villain laughing now. "Ah, I haven't done this to heroes in a millennia! Corrupting them rotten, unleashing their lustful intentions!"

Well, if that was what he was up to then he hadn't yet reckoned with Starlight Fighter! She put all her strength into her arm. She couldn't let go of the pole? Then she'd bend it! Break it! Then she wouldn't be able to continue dancing, wouldn't feel this blatantly obvious magical corruption course through her body, making her feel good and causing her body to become lewd like - like those clapping butt cheeks that she was finding harder to ignore than she personally liked.

"Amazing, Fighter!" a familiar voice called out. "I knew you were extraordinary, but I never imagined you'd be such a talented dancer."

It was a lie. A trick. A deception. Deceit. Sitting in the audience was a figure and face that Fighter knew all too well. Bright red hair, kindness in her shining eyes, sitting there in her mostly translucent red dress was the wonderful, the glorious, the beautiful Princess Kakyuu.

"Princess, when did you -?"

The Princess smiled and crossed her legs, leaning back in the seat. "I am sorry, but when I heard you were coming here with Sailor Mercury I could not help but follow."

That was a lie. A plausible lie, but still a lie. It had to be. The idea that she was being watched by Princess Kakyu at this very moment while she was grinding her ass up and down a pole, it filled her with disgust, shame.

And arousal. Intense, intoxicating arousal.

"It is a truly curious form of dance, perhaps I should make it part of the entertainment back home?"

"No, Princess!" Fighter yelled, unable to keep her voice from sounding guttural, drenched in intense arousal. "W-We have fallen into a sinister trap!"

"I fail to see what is so sinister about it," the Princess beamed, and Fighter felt her heart skip a beat. That smile...! "Unless, you are trying to make up for your unwarranted insecurity."

"Unwarranted...?" Fighter repeated.

"Yes, I too have noticed that to be a problem of yours," Maker said. "You have boundless confidence normally, but in certain matters you seem quite lacking."

"It almost makes it seem as though you're trying to compensate via aggression," Healer added. "A trap? Really now? What sort of trap did you fall into? Please explain it to us in as much detail as you can."

Had anyone else asked this question then Fighter would not have hesitated to answer. If it had been any other kind of trap, then she could have easily explained it to her Princess without hesitation. However, this kind of trap, explaining it to this person... Fighter felt something quite rare for herself. Embarrassment. Humiliation.

It didn't help that at that very moment she was clenching the pole between her cheeks and rubbing her butt up and down it. Ah! How utterly mortifying this situation was! To be seen like this! In this condition!

But one thing was true about Starlight Fighter. If you put a wall in her way, she would barrel right through it. Something like this, she'd suck it up and blurt it out anyway!

"This temple is devoted to a spirit of lust and we've been deceived into shaking our asses under the pretext of unlocking a secret compartment!" Fighter blurted out. "Wh-what's more, it seems to be having a transformative effect the longer we dance like sluts. Sailor Mercury, in particular, has a thicc juicy booty that no man, nor most woman, could ever say no to. The claps of her cheeks will keep me up at night, and the jiggling motions of her buns are more delicious than any baked good."

"Why thank you, I have been trying a new diet," Sailor Mercury said. Like she hadn't heard most of what Fighter had tried to warn about, and only the compliments she'd given to that sweeter than marshmallow, soft as a peach pair of cheeks that were, even now, twerking, shaking, bouncing around and making her thinking all foggy.

"There you go, that might be an alternative explanation," Princess Kakyuu said, stepping up on stage and taking Fighter's hand from the pole. "Please observe my body carefully, that way it will be much clearer to you whether or not our bodies are changing."

"No, Princess you can't -" Fighter began, but by the time she got that out the Princess had already begun to twirl around the pole. And from that moment, Fighter could not do anything but watch.

She was so beautiful and graceful, it felt like it would be a crime to stop it once it was in motion. Once her feet left the ground, it felt like they would never touch again. She spun around that pole like a helicopter rotor, switching effortlessly between gripping it with her hands, or using her legs to hook around it.

Though, hang on, shouldn't her dress be getting in the way of that sort of movement? Her legs should be getting caught up in her skirt, or it should be - Oh, it's because there are now large slits up either side that aren't normally there. That makes sense. To her <s>horror</s> intense arousal, as the Princess spun around on the pole, her thighs began to swell and grow, her ass growing to splendid proportions right before her eyes. Not as big, nor as imposing as Sailor Mercury's behind, but still!

Further, her regal attire morphed and changed, fabric shrinking away to reveal still more of her body. At first, it seemed to merely become more transparent, less red. But then it vanished outright. Parts of the dress were now super skin tight, especially around the chest and hips. That skirt was ridiculous! Scandalously short! Dressed like this, she seemed much less a Princess and more like - like some cheap dancer entertaining a crowd of perverts!

"Hooray for Starlight Fighter!" a voice called out from the audience behind her.

"She is sexy, powerful, and dignified!" the same voice called out.

The same voice as the Princess. Without looking she could tell. The audience had been filled up with illusions of the Princess. Just like this figure before her was also an illusion.

"You see?" the Princess on the pole asked. "Does my butt look any different?"

"It looks amazing!" the audience called out.

"So stop being silly, and twerk your soul out!" the illusionary Princess in front of her said, guiding Fighter's hand back to the pole. "Put yourself really out there. It will help you contend with your issues with your body, recognising how thoroughly desirable you are."

It was fake. "Ass!" It was not real. "Ass!" This was an illusionary Princess Kakyuu that was trying to entice her into debauchery. "Ass!" Yet the audience's cheer kept rebounding in her ears. "Ass!" Knowing it was fake wasn't helping protect her anymore. "Ass!"

As she struggled to fight against it, yet more torture fell upon her. Maker and Healer, her steadfast allies, began to grind their butts against her. Joining in the cry. "Ass!" they chanted in unison with the crowd. "Ass! Ass! Ass!"

"St-stop!" Fighter complained, her body sinking down, down, until Maker and Healer were standing on either side of her head. They stepped in, and surrounded her head in butt. Her entire universe had become ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ah! She had to get out of here! She had to break free before she broke!

And then Fighter heard the sound of her own cheeks clapping as she began to dance. The other two Starlights seemed to take this as a sign, and stepped away. Fighter's tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, and a single word escaped. "Ass!" she moaned, once again trapping the pole beneath her cheeks, but this time also using her hand to grasp at each one of them. Rounder, fleshier, meatier. Not from fat, but muscle. "Ass! Ass! Asssss!"

And just like that, the last of the Starlights fell under Libra's power.

 

Fantasy Seduction Conquest

Somewhere, a school bell rang and Lelouch opened <s>his</s> her eyes. It seemed as though <s>he</s> she had fallen asleep in the <s>student council's spare room</s> literature class. She made to stand up, smoothing down her skirt - which was honestly much too short - and then heard a mean sounding tut coming from behind.

"Miss Lulu, asleep in class again?" <s>Kallen</s> the teacher asked. Lelouch turned around, and beheld <s>Kallen, it was plainly Kallen</s> the literature teacher in all her glory. Wearing a sleeveless striped shirt that was only buttoned up at the bottom, and a pencil skirt that, if it were a real pencil, would functionally just be the eraser at the end.

The girls at school all looked up to <s>seriously, it's Kallen</s> because of her stunning body. Her body, her confidence, absolutely desirable from head to toe. The fact that she was so strict as well, while dressing like that, gave her an appeal that made her the most single desired teacher in the entire academy.

Or, at least, that's what Lelouch had been temporarily brainwashed to believe.

"Silly girl, falling asleep in class again," the teacher said, drawing her ruler around her neckline, leaning over Lelouch to expose it to her. "You like to pretend you're clever, but would someone that was clever really fall asleep in class so often? You're silly. A silly girl who needs to be taught a lesson. A silly girl who needs <i>discipline</i>."

"Eh, that's weird," Lelouch said, rubbing at her eyes. "Just now, I dreamed that I was a boy."

"No, you're not a boy," the teacher said. "You're a girl. A silly girl. A silly girl who dreamed she was a silly boy, who didn't know how silly he was."

Lelouch's head spun, and not the least because the teacher was drawing her ruler around her neckline while speaking in a slow, methodical cadence. Lelouch smoothed her hands down her thighs, which were indeed quite thicc and healthy, but not so much as the teacher's.

"You see? With legs like those how can you be a boy?" the teacher asked. "A thicc, wet, girly body." A book was thrust into her hands, and the teacher guided her to her feet.

"I suppose that makes sense..." Lelouch said. Ah? This book?

"Read from here," the teacher instructed, leaning into Lelouch's back. Pushing her breasts right up against, and then slowly rubbing around to make sure that he felt them. "I will be watching closely."

The teacher sat on the table at the end of the room, crossing her legs in quite a provocative way while continuing to draw her ruler around her neckline. It was impossibly distracting. Nonetheless, the mean scowl on her pretty face prompted Lelouch into action right away.

"The Superior Fantasy Seduction Club, and their Seduction of a Silly Boy," Lelouch read aloud. "One day, the perverted fantasy seduction club set its sights on the number one most eligible boy in school. He was a charismatic pretty genius who was single, despite almost every girl in school drooling over his hot bod."

Ooh, something about that made her dizzy. It sounded... familiar? Almost? Alas, before much thought could be put into that, the teacher slapped her ruler on the side of the desk, uncrossed her legs, her luxurious long, athletic legs. The kind of legs you wanted to walk all over you, strong and beautiful, with gleaming perfect healthy flesh -

"Continue," she admonished.

Alright. He did so. "Since he was a clever boy, they would have to be a lot cleverer. Otherwise he would see through their scheme to corrupt him. To make him into a pervert as well. They would have to be clever, patient, and subtle. They would have to use subliminal techniques, combined with constant reinforcement, to turn him from a clever boy into a silly girl."

Warning bells were going off inside Lelouch's head upon reading that. Turning someone from a clever boy into a silly girl? That sounded vaguely familiar. Worryingly so. But before that thought could go anywhere, the teacher upended a bottle of water over her chest, and in the face of such a sight coherent thoughts can only wither and die.

“Oh my, look how clumsy I am today.” The teacher then stood up and fanned herself, as if that would do anything to make her dry out. "Continue."

"E-Every time they made him cum, it became a little bit easier for them to seduce him," Lelouch read. The teacher was now unbuttoning her shirt and bent over the chair in front of Lelouch to hang it off the back. Her butt was shaped like a peach. Those thicc, juicy legs, those plump bouncy thighs. They were delicious. Irresistible. "Before he knew what was happening, that clever boy was staring lustfully at their members, unable to keep himself from jerking off."

"Jerking off?" the teacher suddenly asked. Lelouch nodded. "I am unfamiliar with this term. Demonstrate it for me."

Demonstrate... jerking off...? That warning was flashing even harder now in Lelouch's mind. Don't do this, it warned. If you do this, there'll be no turning back. But despite that, in spite of that warning she wound up unfastening the skirt, taking out her penis, gripping it firmly with his hand and -

Why does she have a penis? Isn't she a girl?

"I see, so it's a thing that silly girls and silly boys do for sexual relief," the teacher said, her now bare breasts only separated from Lelouch's face by about a foot of air. Nothing else in between them. "Continue reading while jerking off." She clasped her hands and used her upper arms to push her breasts together. "You may occasionally peek up at me if you need inspiration."

Gulp! Holding the hand in one book and her penis - really now that felt so weird to think - Lelouch continued.

"The silly boy would jerk off while thinking about the two total babes, little realising he was falling more and more under their power. The sultry swimmer with the lithe body and the heartwarming smile. The lewd rich girl with more attitude than she let on." Lelouch's eyes flickered up towards the teacher's heaving bosom, and she licked her lips at the sight before continuing. "In the process conditioning himself. Putting himself and his supposedly clever brain more and more under their power, until one day he found that he could not deny any request they made if it meant a chance to see or touch their bodies."

Lelouch shook her head. This all sounded off. Why did she have a penis? She was a girl. Why did this classroom only have one row of desks? Why would a teacher dress like this? Then strip down in front of a student? Then ask the student to jerk off while reading this weird book? Lelouch's mind felt all fogged over, but those questions were acting like a lighthouse guiding him -

Him? He slowly blinked, wobbling a bit on his feet.

"Kallen, what are you - " he began, only realising that she was on her knees in front of him, pulling away his hand and wrapping her <b>amazing</b> breasts around his rock hard shaft.

"Silly girl," Kallen said, squeezing his shaft between those two round globes. Warm. Soft flesh. Firm despite that. "You did well to finish, so now I'll reward you."

"I'm... not a girl!" Lelouch protested, finding his hips thrusting into Kallen's cleavage.

"Then you must be a silly boy," Kallen said. "Silly boy, that's all you are. So silly and horny over my thicc wet body." She spanked herself, causing her butt to ripple and quake in a way that derailed his thinking entirely. "This is your reward for pretending to be a silly girl. I'll make you cum alllll over my boobs. Do you want me to stop?"

He should. The book was a warning. A warning of what would happen if he allowed her to do this. If he came for her. His willpower would crumble. He would start to lust after her. He didn't know what had made her act this way, and it didn't especially matter - she was blatantly attempting to indoctrinate him.

"K-Keep going! I'm so close!" Lelouch yelled, grabbing the top of Kallen's head in an attempt to make her go faster. Damn his biology! It felt like his balls were about to burst.

"Good boy," Kallen said. "But you're not quite ready to join us yet. Remember what the book said? What happens every time we make you cum? You need to cum a lot more for us before you're ready. Before you stop resisting completely."

Suddenly, it hit, and he covered Kallen's breasts in sticky white fluid. Lelouch took in a sharp intake of breath. It felt great, amazing really, but he still didn't fully comprehend why Kallen was doing this.

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When Lelouch opened his eyes, he was staring at Kallen's gyrating navel. How strange. It felt like he'd had a nice dream just now. Had he nodded off in the middle of Kallen talking with him?  A quick check of the time and - yes, he must have. He'd missed most of lunch already.

"Awake again, huh?" Kallen asked. Ah, she was still standing around in that silly belly dancer outfit. It looked good on her. In fact, it looked <i>really</i> good on her. Lelouch couldn't stop himself from staring. Everything about her was so... appealing. "You sat down and dozed off for a bit there. Burning the midnight oil?"

"You could say that," Lelouch said, stretching out and standing up. "Now, what were we talking about again?"

"How I'd keep you from telling Milly about..." Kallen gestured to herself.

Oh, but Lelouch simply shook his head at that. "No, I think seeing it is a reward unto itself," he chuckled. Though a thought did occur to him. "Lunchtime is almost finished. Shouldn't you change back into your uniform?"

"Yeah, guess I'd better," Kallen said and then inexplicably started to take it off. First came the baggy translucent trousers, revealing her bare, thicc legs in their entirety. "You going to eat your lunch?"

Shouldn't he leave? It wasn't quite proper for him to sit there eating while Kallen dressed. Then again, he barely had time as it was to finish his lunch. Finding somewhere else to eat would be a little awkward. So. He sat there. Eating his food while his eyes never once left Kallen's body.

This kind of reaction was quite unlike him. Normally, the physical appeal of a woman didn't distract him so much. Kallen, though - she was quite attractive. Perhaps he was drawn to the fire in her soul, her hatred for Britannia, and his instincts were guiding him to notice the fitness of her body, the rippling muscles in her thighs, her strong abdomen, her heaving breasts, the carefully concealed Japanese aspects of her facial appearance.

Hrm, yes... Perhaps when he was done with his quest for revenge, he could initiate a relationship with her.

Although... Something felt awry. His underwear felt odd. Constricting, riding up on him. If he didn't know any better he'd swear that he was wearing girl's underwear, but that didn't make any sense. What, had Kallen put a pair on him while he slept? He rejected that notion out of hand given how thicc and wet her ass was, any underwear she'd put on him would have to be larger than this felt.

Yes, that logic felt internally consistent. As did the erection he felt within his trousers when Kallen had finished dressing, then sashayed her way to the door making her thigh and butt muscles go badum, badum, badum.