It was strange. Whenever she overheard people talk about Cornelia, they always came across as intimidated. Not necessarily afraid, that was too strong a word. More like... the way you'd speak about a strict schoolteacher who nonetheless knew what they were doing. That sort of attitude, that kind of emotion. Euphemia had never understood it. Why did people react that way to her? Cornelia was a big old cuddly bear, a little too serious and stuffy sometimes but sweet and gentle.
Now she got it. Now that she was standing in front of Cornelia's desk, seeing her sitting there with steepled arms, staring across as if into her very soul - Euphemia understood it full well. The problem wasn't that she was scary. Which she was, kinda. It was that she had expectations, and don't you dare let those expectations down.
"Cheerleading?" Cornelia repeated back to them. Euphemia - and her bodyguard next to her - had to stifle the urge to fidget. At this point even hearing the word made them a little wet. "You want me to set up... a cheerleading group to improve morale?"
The expectations were slipping inch by inch, and there was no safety net. Still. One thought kept Euphemia standing strong and firm. One thought alone kept her from buckling, kept her pushing forward, kept her reaching forward: The thought of Cornelia in a slutty cheerleader uniform, twirling her finger around her hair and tittering like an airhead! Or sternly ordering everyone else around with her hands on her hips! Ohhh, either sight alone would be enough, but to know which way the coin would land upon being flipped, that was also a reward on its own! She'd crawl naked over broken glass for the answer!
"It is unorthodox, but I believe it could help," Euphemia firmly said.
"I appreciate your outside the box thinking," Cornelia said. "However, this is a military. Not a sports club. We're not marching out to play a game with the Black Knights or other terrorist group. There is no referee, there is collateral damage. We are shooting at each other, not kicking a ball around a field. What are cheerleaders meant to do in the midst of battle?"
"They wouldn't be in the midst of battle," Euphemia said. "They would be performing for the troops when they were training. Encouraging them to run a little faster. Do a few more sit ups. Aim more accurately. It would also help them build - what was the word you used?"
"Camaraderie," her bodyguard replied, then turned to address Cornelia. "Your highness, I was also skeptical at first. I believe the idea has at least a little merit. This kind of outside the box thinking might, at least, inspire suggestions from the troops for other ways we could help build morale."
"It would help would it?" Cornelia asked. "How, exactly would it help? At best a performance like that would embarrass the women - and embarrass the men for entirely different reasons. I'd be more inclined to arrange a sports tournament between the squads, it would be more productive in the long run. I still don't understand why this approach would work better."
"That would be a little difficult to explain," Euphemia admitted. "However... I had the foresight to bring along the recruitment video from the club at the Academy. If words won't be enough, then perhaps seeing it would help?"
Cornelia sighed and resigned herself to her fate. It was obvious she was only putting up with this because it was Euphemia was the one asking her to do it. Euphemia pulled out a tablet and some noise cancelling headphone, set them up on Cornelia's desk, and then the two of them stepped back behind her. While Euphemia would have <i>loved</I> to see her sister's response to the hypnotic effect of those wondrous dulcet tones put together by Lucia as well as the myriad subliminals cooked into the video by Nina's clever little fingers (which she now knew to be quite busy, busy little fingers as well), neither she or her bodyguard could hold it in a single moment longer.
Once those noise cancelling headphones were on, and Cornelia's audio was entirely subsumed by the entrancing music, Euphemia began to rock her hips from side to side, one hand on her hip while the other was pointing to the ceiling.
"One, two, three, four, Euphie is a cheering whore."
Next to her, her bodyguard was doing alternating knee lifts while pumping her fists furiously.
"Five, six, seven, eight, I can't wait to masturbate!"
The two of them tittered to themselves, glad to get it out of their system. Now, as for Cornelia. This one session probably wouldn't be enough for more than making her agree to let them try the idea out. While Nina's improvements had promise, a lot of the heavy lifting was done by the scented candles used by the club. Setting that up in here would set Cornelia's 'bullshit' sensor off, meaning they wouldn't get anywhere, and they'd get there in a hurry.
So instead they would take a more careful approach. A normal recruitment video which would generally make Cornelia a bit more disposed to the whole idea. Nothing lewd about it. Just the club members goofing around and extolling the benefits of cheerleading. They had five videos in total. Each one lewder than the last. Each one drawing her deeper and deeper into trance. Show her one a day, and then - Short skirt, tight shirt with breast hole and waist exposed, waving pompoms around like she just didn't care - Oooh, such a delightful image it brought to mind!
As for the video itself, Euphemia couldn't help but sneak a peek. There they were, the girls of the Fantasy Seduction Club. Bah. It was just as generic as Euphemia thought. No flashed panties, no groping, not anything remotely sexy or lewd at all. The later videos were probably much more interesting.
After it ended Cornelia lifted the headphones off her head. Euphemia and her bodyguard took it and the tablet away. Had it worked? She seemed deep in thought. Was that a good sign? A bad sign? Had the instructions taken root?
"You seem quite enthusiastic about this," Cornelia finally said. "For reasons I don't understand myself. However, a project like this is exactly the sort of thing that could help you develop experience for later projects. At the very least, it's good to see you developing an interest."
"Really?" Euphemia asked. "What do you mean?"
"You have a bad habit of going with the flow," Cornelia said. "Whenever a new security detail or chef is assigned to you, they always ask about your preferences. Even I don't know what to tell them, you never complain about whatever you're given. Even if I don't entirely approve, a hobby or a project should help you build your skills and confidence."
She could hardly help but ask. "You seemed reluctant to do this before. What changed your mind?"
"This recruitment video of yours," Cornelia replied immediately. "It was very professionally made. The fact that you came with it to present your case was compelling - even if the video itself was not. Now. Have you put thought into what you'll need to do next?"
Actually... Not really? Euphemia's eyes darted around, she honestly didn't know what to do next. Cornelia eventually let out a weary sigh.
"Firstly, you'll need volunteers," Cornelia said. "A uniform for them to wear, a routine... practise sessions. Take it a step at a time. Five volunteers should be enough to start with, and you can ask them to lend their own expertise to help you with other aspects of the project."
Rely on other members of the team... Of course. Such a simple thing was the most fundamental of fundamentals of cheerleading. Or so she'd been told.
"Thank you sister," Euphemia bowed. "I think that this will set me on the right path." To corrupting the military into her own personal cheer squad. "We shall take our leave and discuss our next move."
"Don't forget to bring that Knight of yours in on this," Cornelia said. "I'm sure he'd like to see you in one of those cute outfits."
"Sister!" Euphemia yelped. Ooh... Yes, corrupting Suzaku was definitely a top priority. "I'll have my first report ready for you tomorrow morning."
"I look forward to reading it. Dismissed," Cornelia said. And just like that, it was done. She had permission to proceed with her devious plan. It was fun having a devious plan. No wonder Schneizel liked to set them up so much.
As she stalked back to her room it was very hard to resist the urge to either strut or skip. Maintain her Princessly air. For now. Hold it in. As hard as it was, she had to hold in her true nature. Try not to think about Cornelia as a cheerleader, try not to think about Suzaku as your jock boyfriend... Fuck, the image was there, it was persistent, it was like trying to not think about a pink elephant. No matter what it would come back every time. Or in her case, it would was more the image of Suzaku lying on his back, drenched in sweat and naked, while she rode on top of him cowgirl style wearing a pleated skirt and fistpumping into the air with a pair of pom poms... How was a girl supposed to not get her panties flooded thinking such a thing?
She made it back to her room without embarrassing herself. Somehow. Though not a moment passed between her being alone in her room and the two of them stripping off their clothes until they were in their underwear, panting, moaning, and then Euphemia put her hands on her hips and started to do alternating knee lifts.
"Give me an H! Give me an O! Give me an R! Give me an N! Give me a Y! What are we?"
"Horny!" the bodyguard breathlessly moaned. "Can we have them, your highness? Can I please wear the uniform?"
Euphemia nodded, and then her bodyguard rushed over towards her bed, pulling out a briefcase containing two sets of uniforms. One for each of them. They came in a variety of colours and designs. Some were leotards, others jumpers. Some were, indeed, pleated skirts while others still were hot pants.
However, they all had one thing in common. A series of carefully concealed drawstrings that allowed them to transform instantly from regular cheerleader uniform into extremely slutty uniform. From the sound of things this was a speciality, taking ordinary clothes and making them secretly erotic. At a moment's notice you're wearing something dirty, when you were wearing something relatively normal a moment ago.
They were dressed before they knew it, and somehow it felt relaxing. More natural. That long dress hid too much of her body. Euphemia's legs were begging to be shown off, and her breasts were emphasised not nearly enough. She'd gone for a pink jumper and extremely tiny pleated skirt, then deliberately used the drawstrings to make that skirt as small as it could get, and the jumper drew up and up until you could see the very bottom of her breasts. Her bodyguard had gone for a leotard and hot-pants combo, and similarly drawn the secret strings as far out as possible, tightening the shorts even more and causing the leotard's neckline to plummet considerably. Like watching a zip being undone. Amazing, how had she done that?
"Like, okay dokey!" Euphemia tittered, and played with a strand of hair. "So, according to bis sis, we need some recruits."
"Weren't we gonna do that anyway?" her bodyguard replied, every bit as vacantly.
"Uh huh! But I was gonna, like, make her all horny and stupid like us too," Euphemia said... though really, the lack of intelligence was a big act on her part. She was as clever and sharp as ever. "Now I see that we gotta, like, practise on others first. Teehee!"
"Hrm... well..." the bodyguard tapped her lips. "How about we put out an ad? There's bound to be a couple of members of the military who used to be cheerleaders in high school or university or something, right?"
Right. While it was a bit on the male dominated side, there were plenty of women in the Britannian military. Putting out an advertisement was a good natural first step. So, some fliers around the barracks? It was worth a try. If they got anyone to agree, it would strengthen their numbers - and if they didn't, they'd simply find another means to recruit someone anyway. It wouldn't hurt, by any means, and they could report tomorrow on what they'd done. Cornelia wouldn't expect them to recruit people right away, anyway.
"Mm, I'll draw it out at my desk," Euphemia said. "Meanwhile, you've got to, like, eat me out and stuff. It'll keep the creative juices flowing."
"Yes, your highness."
- It turns out that Cecile Croomy used to be a cheerleader in high school.
- On the other hand, Suzaku is way too much of a hunk for them not to defile.
- After watching that first video, Cornelia feels a little strange.
- Back at Ashford...
- Something else
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