Patreon Stories: May

By the way, I'd like to draw your attention to the Keijo image series I've been posting on Hypnohub.

To help fund more images in this series, I've decided to post any new commissioned images to my patreon at the start of each month. Any money I get from patreon will go towards images like this - and also encourages me to write stuff that you want to see.

 

High School SxS

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In the world of Devils, there are numerous ranks that one can exist at. A freshly 'reincarnated' devil was automatically the lowest rank. Which makes sense. You don't tend to start someone new to the workforce at a high level right away. Unless they're well connected through family or friends, or somehow independently wealthy-

...

That might give the impression that the world of Devils is somehow fairer than the human world, but it's not on the overall view. A lot of the old guard simply did not see reincarnated Devils as 'real Devils', no matter how strong they became or what accomplishments they accrued. Not to mention the whole deal about "you work for me for the rest of your life". There's some serious fridge horror going on around here if you happen to not, for example, be a protagonist that gets to grow super fast and happen to have a shitty master. You'll be their chew toy for hundreds, if not thousands of years, if not the rest of your life.

Don't get me wrong, there's plenty wrong with the human workforce, but given the choice between that and the world of Devils, I'm going to go with the (perfectly safe) assumption that I am not an anime protagonist and stay in the human workforce. At least there, in the modern era, my boss doesn't have the right to spank me if I misbehave.

For the time being Issei was standing in the Devil's world at the lowest rung. Worse yet he would have to potentially deal with the racism aspect as well, should anyone learn he was now part incubus. Rias and her peerage were nice and friendly about the whole thing, which was nice.

"As my own awakening seems to have, in some way, bestowed the powers of the Cubi race upon each of you, it is absolutely vital that you learn how to control those powers," Rias said. "In my case, it seems as though my understanding is deeply ingrained. One might even say instinctual."

The sound of this made Issei rub his hands together in anticipation. Would this be like one of those porn doujins where he needs to ahegao the heroines? Would he have to tease Akeno, Rias and Koneko into letting out some fantastic expressions? He could hardly wait to find out -

"Issei, you must learn how to forge contracts, and learn how to use the abilities of your Piece."

"Huh?!" he yelled. "But I thought I'd be trained in Incubus powers!"

"Yes, well, that will happen once you've mastered your Devil abilities," Rias wagged her finger. "You'll need to use those in Devil society more obviously, it will be strange if you don't learn to master those basics. Yes Akeno? You had a question?"

"Won't this new development mean that Gasper is a Devil-Vampire-Incubus hybrid?"

For some reason Akeno's question made Rias' face fall a little bit. Huh? Who was Gasper? A Devil-Vampire-Incubus hybrid?

"Oh yes, I'm dreading that conversation now, thank you a lot Akeno," Rias smiled at her Queen.

"Don't mention it, my King," Akeno bowed. "Merely making you aware of the problem is satisfying for me."

"We'll discuss that in more detail during your Succubus training," Rias sweetly said, but there were daggers hiding in her voice. Daggers dripping with venom, aimed squarely at Akeno for teasing her so. "In any event. Issei, I want you to visit these potential contractors, to get experience in forming contracts. If you learn quickly enough, you might be able to take part in our Succubus training~"

If there was anything on this Earth that could motivate him more, then Issei could not think of it. Okay, sure, that menat he'd have to cycle everywhere, meet up with some weird people and try to give them what they wanted in exchange for a contract, but if it meant crawling over broken glass then he'd do anything - anything at all! - to experience Succubus training with Rias!

Especially since Koneko raised a good question just as he was leaving. "What does Succubus training involve?"

"That is simplicity itself," Rias replied, then right as the door was closing behind Issei, he heard her finish by saying "We must master the art of making others lust for you, and harvesting that lust for your own ends."

Guh! That sounded awesome! Roll on all the basics of the Devil world! Once he'd mastered those, he'd be rolling in ass! Alright! Let's get to it, right now!

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It turns out that cycling everywhere at full pelt is something that exhausts even a Devil, eventually. While he lasted a lot longer than he would have prior to his reincarnation, even Devils have limits on their energy supply. The next morning, Issei was beat. And weirdly, the fact that he was exhausted was making him hornier than normal.

Yes, hornier than normal. To the point that he was noticing it. After a bit of thought he figured it made sense. If you feed on lust, then being low on energy means you get horny. Or something like that. It's the best way to motivate you to get 'food'.

Speaking of which, there was a warmth in his bed that was a little unusual. Soft, too. And that smell... Issei opened his eyes, and found himself staring into a mess of red hair, and crimson eyes staring back at him. Rias Gremory was in bed with him.

"Morning, stud!" she whispered. Her hand shot under the covers. "My, my, what's this I feel? This isn't typical morning wood, now is it?"

Her hand had wrapped delicately around his shaft, pumping it slightly. Not much, but enough to make her intentions clear. Normally Issei would wonder when he'd wake up from this dream, but after yesterday he was pretty sure it was reality.

"My King!" he whispered, running his hands through her red hair. "How did training go yesterday?"

"She wore us ragged," Akeno's voice whispered in his ear, and then her tongue circled his lobe. Then, Koneko sprung up purring from the other side of the bed, doing the same thing to his other ear without a word. "Tee hee, that's quite an adorable reaction. Are you concerned about your parents?"

"Your mother is naked apron downstairs, getting railed by your father," Koneko plainly stated. Ah, is that so? "They're much too horny to notice something like this."

"They made us breakfast while making yours," Rias titered, beginning to increase the pace a bit. Ah! Wow, she was a natural at this! Which made a sort of sense, of course a succubus would be good at a handjob!

...

Hold on a second, what had Koneko just said about his - Mmrpgh, that's a lot of tongue all over his face at once! All three of them at the same time, kissing and licking him, it was too much for Issei to take! A pervert like him couldn't hope to last against - Nnnrgh! Damn! He came way too quickly there, now these girls must think less of him!

"Gosh, he lasted longer than I expected," Akeno said. Huh? "My gut instinct tells me that most men would have blown their load before Koneko even arrived." Huh? Huh? "In any event, my King, are you satisfied with our training?"

"Not yet," Rias said, pulling out her hand and - all the cum was stuck to it. Every last drop. Not a bit of it had gotten on his sheets, not even slightly. It was as if the semen was clinging to her flesh for dear life. Rias stuck out her tongue, and it looped around her neck, going much longer than a human tongue could ever manage. And probably a Devil's tongue for that matter. After which, it scooped the white gunk right off her hand, and she swallowed it all down as if she'd just eaten a bar of chocolate or something equally delicious. "We learned a great deal last night, but compared to the full power of a true Succubus we are as lowly as Issei is as a Devil. Perhaps even lowlier. Our instincts on lust must be so finely attuned that we can make a prude climax by thinking about them from the other side of the world. That is the level of power I wish to accomplish. Now, my Pawn. Please dress yourself, and prepare for your day."

Well... okay, he guessed he could do that. It was a little weird that they were watching him get dressed. It was also a little weird that his body was a bit more - how to put it - ripped than it was yesterday. His dick was probably a bit bigger too, he reckoned? The girls seemed to like the show quite a bit, and that made him feel re-energized. Still, this was a really strange situation to be in, wasn't it? A whole lot was being thrown at him at once, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it all.

"How did last night go?" Rias asked his penis. She stopped him as he was pulling up his underwear, pulled his shaft into her mouth and ran her tongue along its length, making him feel... Guh, that was good. Shame it didn't last long before she pulled back, like a person on a diet sneaking a quick donut before putting a second one back in its box. "Did you form any contracts?"

"I wound up watching anime with a guy, and we debated the finer points of the series," Issei said. "Uh, and then there was this one guy who was desperately looking for his cat."

“That is perfectly alright for basic contracts, Koneko for example gets a lot of requests from people who want her to dress up in cute dresses.”

Oh, it was? Huh. He'd been sort of expecting something a bit more exciting, but it sort of made sense. In this day and age people might not summon a devil for the reasons they used to. A lot of them might do it for companionship, or because they're bored. Or they just want to see if it actually works. It was one of those things that makes you go 'huh that makes sense now that I think about it' but only after the fact.

After that, the morning was more or less normal... except for the fact that he was trailing after Rias and Akeno on the way to school. The sight of the three of them together brought more than a few eyes upon them, which could hardly be called a surprise. One of the three perverts, hanging out with Rias and Akeno? Of course it was strange! How could it not be strange!

What made it worse was his superior hearing. He'd been dreading it from the moment they left his house together. As a Devil, his senses were heightened, which meant he was going to hear absolutely everything they had to say. All the gossip, all the whispered mutterings, all of it would be picked up on by -

"Hey, what's Issei doing with those two?" he heard one girl whisper to another.

"A pervert like that, he's probably trying to get a glimpse of their boobs or something," the other whispered back.

But it was strange, he felt like he'd just eaten a cookie or something. Not full exactly, more like less empty than he'd felt a moment ago. And feeling less empty by the minute.

"I bet he's going to steal their panties, or maybe he has blackmail material on them," a girl whispered to another. He detected a sound like licking lips. "In which case, he could have them do an-y-thing he wants."

"To those two girls?" another girl gasped. "That pervert is finally building his harem, and he's aiming high!"

"Ahem!" Rias coughed, then looked back at Issei warningly. Strangely, he got the idea: She wanted him staring at her butt. The gentle swishing of her skirt around her well built behind. Or perhaps she wanted him bouncing his view between hers and Akeno's? Honestly, it was hard to tell which view he preferred, both were so delectable that he completely tuned out his surroundings. Although, he could feel the lust of others accumulating within him. Lust tinged with envy. That second deadly sin was giving him a little indigestion actually, so he'd better figure out how to stop feeding on it. If only he could figure out <i>why</i> he was feeling such intense lust directed towards -

"Kiba!"

And then, just like that, the lust was gone. Urgh, honestly he was feeling a little bit grateful for it. Which might mark this as the first time he'd ever felt gratitude towards that playboy for stealing all the attention. What a morning! On the one hand, that was the best wakeup call ever, but... gosh, this was so weird! This new situation was turning out to be a hell of an adjustment. What was going to happen next?!

<hr>

At the first break Issei slipped away to catch up with his two friends, finding them at the usual spot. "Hey guys!" he called out - but the two of them turned their backs and turned up their noses at him. "Huh? What's with this attitude all of a sudden?!"

"Coming to school with Rias and Akeno," Matsuda sniffed.

"Blatantly staring at their behinds without inviting us to take a look!" Motohama spat.

"Hogging those two babes to yourselves is a crime against the brotherhood of virgins!" both yelled in unison. To that, Issei could only rub the back of his head in frustration. They probably wouldn't take it too well if he told them about this morning. Or that he was now an Incubus and could probably have sex with any girl he wanted while making her like it even more than he did.

Besides which, telling them about Devils and Incubuses and all that stuff was probably a bad idea or something, right? The supernatural was meant to be a secret from most people for some reason, so...

"Ah, I'm really sorry!" Issei bowed. "The truth is, the two of them caught me peeking on them in the Occult Research Room, and threatened to have me expelled if I didn't become their lapdog!"

Uh oh. He felt their lust spike at that. He'd phrased that completely wrong, but it was the most believable lie he could think of on short notice. "Lapdog, huh?" Motohama said, in the tone of one who wanted desperately to be thrown into that briar patch. "And all we have to do is get caught peeping on them...?"

"Denied!" Issei threw up an X. "They said that if they caught anyone I knew peeping, they'd have us all tossed out! S-So I'll be doing gopher work for the Occult Research Club for a while!"

"Oh, man! How convenient!" Matsuda pouted. "You get to hog those cuties all to yourself, huh?"

Dammit, he was feeling really guilty about that. Hogging the girls to himself... it did feel that way. It almost wasn't fair that he had this new power while they didn't, because all three of them had suffered the same pain of being ignored by the girls. Well... that being the case, he as going to use this new power to do something amazing! He was going to get his buddies laid! Get them nice cute girlfriends, and - And that would be the work of his Incubus training!

Issei furrowed his brow and concentrated. Yes... if he could figure out a way to harness this lust magic, he could absolutely get his friends some ass! The only question was, what was the best way to go about that?

The answer to that was obvious. Peep on the Kendo Club!

HS DxD Cocknosis

In the hierarchy of things, Rias Gremory would normally spank the trio in front of her with casual ease. Raynare was the strongest of them by a long, long way. A Fallen Angel with access to light magic that is naturally harmful to Devils, she'd still be walked all over the instant Rias turned her attention to her direction. It would be easy. Casual, trivial for her to bat this foe aside. Hell, even Issei could likely manage it with a little more training of his Boosted Gear. Raynare was punching above her weight class in this case.

And she was the strongest of them. Aika had literally no prior experience with the supernatural, and no powers to her name. Asia had Twilight Healing, but was combat averse. So, while a three versus one contest is normally a big problem for the one in this case it wasn't nearly enough to overcome the sheer power difference that one had over them.

That was normally. This was not normally. This was a time where titnosis exists. Three sets of heavy, heaving, jiggly perfect tits were in front of them at this very moment. Ready to steal away their will the moment they got careless.

"Rias, we can't stare directly at their tits!" Issei yelled, barely believing what he was saying himself. Not look at tits?! Such a thing was anathema to him! It was the kind of thing a prude might say, almost! And yet, their free will might well depend on it.

However, Rias was still confident, even to the extent of wagging her finger at the trio. "Not at all Issei," she said. "Thanks to the recent deep, satisfying dicking you've given me with your cock, those tits are little more than a tingle at the back of my brain. Impressive they could even cause that much, but not more than that."

"Oh, really?" Raynare asked teasingly, stepping in front of the other two. She put her hands on top of her head, thrusting her chest out as if putting it on display. Actually, there was no 'as if' about it, that was literally what she was doing. "Then how about if I do this?"

Issei tried not to watch. Really he did. However, his ingrained instinct as a pervert was rather geared in the opposite direction. Instead of looking away, he wanted to stare as hard as he could. It was fighting his own body at this point, and -  Oh gosh, that was nice. Raynare was doing a nice, seductive belly dance. It was the sort of lewd dance being done by someone who had absolutely no pretense about what they were doing, none at all. Lewdly shaking her hips, causing her tits to bounce and jiggle in time with her body.

"Th-That is quite nice, but I won't fall that easily!" Rias huffed. She raised her hand, and started to charge up some kind of magic attack that Issei's survival instinct was telling him would be a bad idea to be anywhere near. "Begone!"

"Wait!"

That was Asia, diving in front of Raynare before Rias could fire it off. On reflex, Issei pulled her hand away, making the blast tear a hole in the floor where it struck.

"Issei, what are you -" Rias gasped.

"Ahahaha! What a goody goody, for a Devil," Raynare said, continuing her lewd dance. "It's just like Aika sa~aid. He's a pervert with principles. He can't let you hurt Asia so easily. How naive, that cock might be the only dangerous thing about him."

This was true. While Issei was a pervert, he wasn't the sort of pervert that was completely selfish. He did care about other people. He didn't want to see anyone get hurt where they didn't have to. Especially not someone like Asia, who was sweet and innocent and kind, and was only opposing them because Raynare had used titnosis to scrub her brain. Still, the relief being granted by Issei's cock could only last so long, which meant they needed to figure out a way to take Raynare down quickly.

"So, what is the plan?" Rias asked. "Miss Fallen Angel, with hypnotic tits. You've obviously set up base in our fine academy, corrupting the young women here. What next? Will you march onto the streets? Use tits to take over heaven and the underworld?"

Raynare tilted her head in giddy fascination, then shrugged and started making out with Asia, while wantonly groping the girl's tits. However, that didn't mean they were ignoring her question, as this was when Aika spoke up instead, turning to the side and leaning forward with arms tucked in at her side, showing off a tremendous amount of sideboob in the process.

"Nothing so naked as a power grab," she said, putting a lot of emphasis onto the word 'naked'. Once a pervert, always a pervert. She spun around and put her hands behind her head, lightly swaying her chest to make those titties jiggle around. "Great big titties feel good. They'll help everyone feel good. Nor more fighting, just sex, sex, sex."

The word sex was further emphasised by her rocking on her heels, which made Rias aim the flat of her hand right up against the ordinary human girl. Aika, sensing that this was extremely dangerous, at least had the common sense to turn around. Which made for the first time in his life Issei felt relieved he didn't have to look at tits.

"You won't need to hide it from anyone," Aika continued. "You can have sex with Issei all you want without hiding it. You can bang right out there in the courtyard, and nobody will bat an eye. You can fuck and fuck and fuck all day long with his giant cock and your giant tits. Isn't that paradise? Doesn't that sound simply... amazing?"

Rias gulped, but Issei spoke up. "That won't work on her! Sex is a normal part of Devil society anyway, so she won't be tempted by something that lewd!"

For some reason Raynare started laughing into Asia's mouth. Huh? What was that all about?

"Is that what she told you?" Raynare jeered. "I suppose it makes sense. Based on our little date, you might be a pervert - but fancy yourself as the upstanding sort that doesn't want to force anyone."

"Issei, use your cock!" Rias yelled. "She's right, destroying them won't solve anything. We need to use your amazing cock to contain this menace!"

"Rias is every little bit as under your cock's control as Aika was!" Raynare continued unabated, making Issei hesitate while unbuckling his trousers. "All this time, she's been lying to you to keep you happy! In truth, you mindfucked her into obedience because both titnosis and cocknosis bypass the normal supernatural defenses against mind control in this world!"

"Don't listen to her, she's trying to distract you!" Rias interjected. "My Pawn, listen to your King. Whip out that mind melting cock of yours and scrub every thought from their slutty heads! It's the only way to stop this from spreading further than it already has."

Short of killing everyone in the school, she meant. Which seemed like a really bad backup plan. Right! He couldn't let that distract him, so Issei immediately dropped his trousers and let it all hang out. "Hey girls, check this out!" he called, watching as the shaft grew erect almost on command. Sure enough, Aika and Asia's eyes lit up at the sight of it, and both immediately dropped to their knees, crawling along towards his cock like dogs after a bone. He backed up slowly, letting the shaft wave from side to side.

"That's right girls, you don't need big slutty tits to do your thinking for you," Issei slowly intoned. "Let my cock guide you instead. It's so big and juicy - Er, that's kind of a weird way to describe a penis, but you get the idea right?"

"You're really bad at this," Aika licked her lips. "You're damned lucky that cock is so irresistible, or you'd be in real trouble."

"Mmm, I can't wait to feel it inside me again," Asia sighed contently. "And I bet Rias feels the same way too, don't you Rias?"

The question did put the thought into his mind about Rias, so Issei wound up looking up, and found her... transfixed. Staring wantonly at his cock. Eyes glazed over, shallow breathing, flushed, erect nipples poking out the front of her shirt. All signs of arousal, but more than that. She was...

Hypnotised.

The distraction was enough for the two girls to pounce on him, enveloping his cock with their tits. Smothering it out amidst whimpers and moans, both Aika and Asia giving their all to pleasuring this shaft with more enthusiasm than a human body should be able to express.

"Ask her," Aika hissed. "Ask her ask her ask her. Make her admit to being a total slut for this amazing cock of yours."

"Guh... Rias, it's not true!" Issei yelled across the room. Fuck! All these tits at once, it was - it was too much for him to handle! "You've been able to resist my cock, right? Tell me the truth!"

"No," Rias exhaled. "I cannot resist your cock. It caught me off guard that first night, and you wre talking in your sleep. I took those as commands, and now regard you as the King of Breasts."

"Hrm, shouldn't the King of Breasts have access to the 'juiciest' tits?" Asia asked teasingly. "Hehehe, you should get tits like these too!"

Crap, this was bad. Really, really bad! The sheer numbers were getting to him. So soft, so warm, so... Big! There was only one way out of this mess! He summoned it to his arm, and then used his Boosted Gear, holding it aloft while letting out a cry of "Boost!" that surely shook the heavens themselves! In no time flat, his cock grew to twice its already enormous size, and both girls instantly ahegoad on the spot, making a rather large puddle underneath him that comprised their own orgasm, and their drool.

"Cooooock!" Rias drooled, herself sinking to her knees at the sight. The big throbbing phallus, large beyond reason, its pulsing veins as large as a normal man's shaft, completely obliterated any hope of rational thought from her pretty Devil head. Alas, this was not going to be as simple a victory as a single, simple boost for Raynare had strolled right up to Rias without any resistance at all. Even passing within the Devil's peripheral vision - but since her back was turned to the cock, she was freely unaffected by it.

"By the way, Rias Gremory?" the slutty Fallen Angel asked. "Say... Boobicus Maximus for me, would you?"

"Boobicus Maximus..." Rias slurred, and then sealed her fate in doing so. The act of looking at Issei's boosted cock while it was getting titfucked by Asia and Aika had been bad (for a given value of 'bad') enough, but now with her own tits expanding rapidly to match the other three in terms of sheer undiluted perfection - well, she wouldn't be able to articulate the idea that 1+1=2 any time in the near future, let's say that much.

"Doesn't that look like fun?" Raynare teased, eyes closed, rubbing her own tits into Rias' back. Up and down her spine, practically pinching it between her nipples as she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. "Go over and join them. Use your tits on that big fat cock. Show the King of Breasts what it feels like to have even more tits set upon him!"

Before long, Issei had three sets of glorious tits rubbing into his shaft. There was more than enough room for his shaft to travel freely through all three of their fleshy valleys. He could just about hold on, just about. Fuck though, it was hot.l Urgh! Yet he felt so... so guilty about it! The three of them were pretty much enslaved by his cock, and that's not how he wanted to build a harem! Worse yet, if what they were saying was true then - then he'd already been doing that by accident this entire time!

"Oh, you sound like you're having fun over there?" Raynare teased, starting to dance in front of him with her eyes closed. Not fair! Not fair at all! "Isn't it glorious? Isn't it wonderful! This whole world could be like this! Peaceful! Sexy! Everyone forever engaged in an orgy of deviance! Tits, tits, tits!"

"Tiiiiits!" Rias moaned. "Coooock!"

"Issei's cock is sooooo good!" Asia groaned.

"Having giant hypnotits is the fucking best!" Aika whimpered.

The stimulation was too much. Far too much! What the hell was he going to do now?! He could only hope the other two groups were faring better than this!

The other groups are faring worse.
Issei manages to pull off another Boost to save the day!
Or, Issei succumbs to titnosis, and we get a bad end.
Something else

CG Dreamscape

Dreams are a funny thing. Lelouch had a pretty strange dream for a man his age. No hot babes, no fabulous wealth or power, no lasting emotionally satisfying career. His dream was simply - revenge. All he wanted, all he craved was the sweet taste of vengeance. What need had he of carnal pleasures? What need had he of lasting careers? If he had such things, they were means to that end alone. Discovering his mother's killer, the crippler of his sister, and making them suffer. That's all.

And yet, of late he had the strangest feeling that his dreams had been taking a more peculiar turn. If only he could remember. If only...

"Lelouch, wake up sleepy head! You can't fool me that easily."

Milly bopped him on the head with a rolled up newspaper, bringing Lelouch back to reality. He had been sitting in the student council room, catching up on his sleep before a meeting. Ah, perhaps this was why his dreams were peculiar of late? He had adjusted his schedule, and was working quite hard at night, now that he was beginning his formative plans for revenge. The formation of the Black Knights was taking a lot of planning time. Especially at night.

In any event, the others had not yet arrived. He was alone with Milly, the council president.

"Honestly now, Lelou. What kind of example are you trying to set?" she asked. "Do I need to put you over my knee and spank you?"

"That won't be necessary," Lelouch said, stifling a yawn. "Although, I must admit, I don't seem to recall the reason for this meeting."

"Because I didn't tell you, dummy!" Milly tittered excitedly. She flipped her hair back and leaned on the table. "We have a brand new uniform for the girls. What do you think?"

What did he think...? Lelouch blinked slowly, and then - Ah, yes. Of course. How had he missed it before. Rather than the light yellow blazer and short black skirt, Milly was wearing something a bit more colourful. Bright purple leggins with a bat motif, a tight fitting black shoulderless leotard of the high legged variety, and a pair of bat wings. One fitted to her hips, the other atop her head. They flapped, or at least seemed to, as if responding to Lelouch noticing them.

"Quite fetching," he said, though something in the back of his mind was warning him of something amiss. What could it be? He couldn't place it. If it wasn't immediately obvious, then surely it would come to him later. "Very distinct."

The door to the room opened, and in burst Shirley, wearing the same outfit. "Oh, madame prez! This uniform is extremely comfortable, but I just have one complaint! It makes my ass so much bigger, juicier and sluttier than before."

"So?" Milly shrugged, as if that was no big thing. "Isn't that what I promised?"

"Yes, but you didn't say anything about it riding up between my thicc juicy cheeks like this. See?"

Shirley turned around and, goodness yes, her butt was quite a bit bigger than he remembered her being before. Not that he'd looked, but surely a butt like that would've been quite obvious to him, even without looking. Huh... that was setting off alarm bells for some reason. Almost like his thinking was... distant. Opaque. Not quite there. Fuzzy. Though really, he shouldn't be staring at Shirley's quivering cheeks so much - though that might not be possible because they seemed to be everywhere, no matter how he turned his head.

"Lelou, could you help me out here?" Shirley asked. Her cheeks slapped back, her palms striking dead center in the middle of each cheek. "I can't reach back there to take it out."

Again, something struck him as strange about that. Peculiar, even. But then again, it was a reasonable request from a friend in need. Ah, unfortunately, Shirley's hands weren't able to stay upon her rear as they were far too busy playing with Milly's boobs, which meant that Lelouch had to use his own hands to part them. His fingers dug into her flesh, it was so soft and yielding, but this did present a new problem for him to apply his brilliant mind to. He couldn't use his fingers to grasp the fabric to pull it out, because her butt was in the way. The only way he could keep them apart was by using those hands, and so he seemed stuck.

However, Lelouch was a clever boy. A very clever boy. Which is why he thought of using his tongue to scoop it out. Not his teeth, of course. No, no. There was a risk his teeth might be too sharp and tear through the fabric. Then Shirley would need to get a new uniform. So his tongue and - ah, his lips. Of course. He could use his ips to pinch it without breaking it, and his tongue to grab it. That was logical, though it would involve pushing his face as far into Shirley's meaty quivering behind as much as he possibly could.

Unfortunately, the task itself was a little more challenging than he had expected. The fabric kept on slipping away from his lips, and out of the grasp of his tongue. Worse yet, Shirley seemed intent on wobbling around in a quite unpredictable way, bobbing and froing, shifting her weight and squirming. Which made sense because, if the noises he was hearing were any indication, Shirley was making out with Milly.

Which was <s>weird</s> perfectly normal in every way. Just like it was <s>extremely weird</s> just another day for him to spend a good half hour with his tongue inside of Shirley's butt, his face cheeks pressed and squished in between hers without needing to come up for air.

"There, got it at last!" Lelouch triumphantly cried, pulling the offending fabric free at last. It sprang back, but this time rather than sinking in it flattened out. It didn't cover Shirley's rump. Not by a long way! Still, it shouldn't wedgie her anymore, which was a distinct victory.

"Attaboy!" Milly said, turning Shirley to the side, and patting Lelouch on the head like a dog who had done a good trick. The two of them, still clad in their <s>succubus</s> school uniforms, looked down at him with <s>naked lust</s> appreciation. "We knew we could rely on you."

Lelouch shrugged and climbed back to his feet - then felt something strange on his chest. Looking down, he saw... breasts. Big, heaving boobs. Bigger than Milly's and Shirley's even. Running his hands down his body, Lelouch felt quite severe curves as well. He was always a slender lad, but he was never so femininely built before. Especially not with hips like these, and a nice big tush! <s>Panic</s> Concern and curiosity set in, as he asked the obvious question.

"What happened to my body?" Lelouch asked. "I've become a <s>girl</s> thicc curvaceous slut!"

"You know what they say," a new voice said. Kallen, striding into the room confidently, wearing the same uniform as the other two. "You are what you eat, right?"

"That's right!" Milly nodded, breaking away from Shirley to brush Kallen's cheek, the two of them standing as close together as two women with such absurd breasts could possibly stand, and delicately kissed her on the lips. "And dear Lelou did spend quite a while eating out Shirley here, didn't he?"

That was <s>blatantly nonsensical</s> obviously what had happened. Lelouch sat down, while Milly and Kallen started to grind up against one another, their lips furiously locked together, and their hands wandering aimlessly along their ridiculous curves, highlighted magnificently by these new uniforms.

As for Shirley, she was sitting next to Lelouch, looking down at his lap. Her hand suddenly snaked out, grabbing onto a lump in his trousers. "Looks like there's something here that's still a boy," she said. Then, she began to jerk it furiously, making him gasp and grunt in surprise. "So? Is this horny boy enjoying watching us girls strut around in our new uniforms? Is all the blood rushing down to his penis, and away from his smart, smart brain?"

"Ah, yes, if you could stop doing that please?" Lelouch asked. Not that he wasn't enjoying it. In fact, that was the problem. He was enjoying it a bit too much. Alas, Shirley seemed to be in a bit of a teasing mood, and looked away while continuing to stroke him off through his trousers.

"Stop doing what, Lelou?" Shirley asked, feigning obliviousness. "I don't know what it is that you mean, could you please tell me what I am doing that you'd like for me to stop?"

Lelouch’s mind blanked at the question, Shirley was “obviously” doing her part to make him feel good. The Orangette “Slut” pulled down the zipper releasing his cock out in the open, Lelouch was a very endowed boy, the cock growing out til it could rest in his cleavage. Milly,Kallen, and Shirley were fascinated by the length and girth of Lelouch’s trouser snake. To the imperceptible eye, it looked like it was still growing taller.

“Umphf”, Kallen bit her lip at that hypnotic cock growing like the beanstalk, “I’ll bet you could titfuck yourself,” Kallen commented while she fingered her wet cunt and her tits were being squeezed by herself.

“Or better yet, he could suck his own cock” Milly chimed in, also fingering her cunt and sucking the juices from her fingers.

“Why not both at once”, Shirley finished, as she guided Lelouch’s shaft to its rightful place in between his tits, Lelouch stared transfixed at his cock nestled in between his cleavage, his…...soft……..bountiful…..did i mention soft? His Thicc breasts making him rather….thicc headed, The futanari didn't even notice Kallen move behind him to fondle and manipulate his breasts to fully entrap his shaft.

“Thrust for me baby” Kallen whispered in his ear before licking it. Lelouch responded by moving his hips up and down, up and down. "There we go, doesn't that feel so much better? That's the benefit of these uniforms, you know. I didn't believe it at first myself, but it feels so good for me to strut around like this and let all the boys ogle me, making their dicks big and throbbing and hard. Draining the blood away from their brains, and making them mindlessly want to hump."

Kallen was acting <s>weird as well</s> completely normal. There was nothing at all strange or incongruent about her behaviour. Kallen was <s>not</s> the sort to show off her body easily, especially while cosplaying as a dream manipulating, soul sucking succubus.

Ah, come to think of it, Leloch was wearing one of those uniforms himself now. Except that there was a hole for his constantly erect penis to stick out of, which was convenient.

"You know what else these uniforms are good for?" Milly asked out of nowhere. She put her hands on her hips, squatted down, turned around and started to shake her butt up and down, inches from Lelouch's face. "Twerking! It's the best possible uniform for getting your twerk on!"

He couldn't exactly disagree with that. The tight fitting fabric did seem practically designed to permit ease of movement, permitting one to move one's hips in accordance to one's will, while also permitting the flesh of your ass to move freely, jiggling around in an alluring nigh hypnotic manner. <s>Stop watching, don't watch this, if you watch this something bad will happen.</s> Nothing bad could happen by merely watching a girl twerk her pretty little butt.

Huh... The word 'twerk' sounded pretty new to him. Had he heard of the term before Milly used it? Never mind. Its meaning was clear. He might as well sit back and enjoy the show.

"Hrmph, you call that twerking?" Kallen said, putting her hands on her knees and standing right next to Milly, then she too started to shake her pleasant rump for his approval. "This is twerking!"

Ah, how pleasant. Of course, kallen's enthusiasm gave her form a bit more violence to it than Milly's, which seemed to be more focused on showing off her rear end than making it quake like jelly. But a new contender entered teh arena, as Shirley stood to the other side of Milly, put her hands on top of her heads and started thrusting her ass out as well. These motions were more precise and clinical, which helped create even more of a contrast between the three. The athlete, the pervert, the resistance fighter.

"I think Lelouch likes our butts," Kallen said. "Can't stop staring at them. Can he?"

"Well, I don't mind at all," Milly tittered. "I find it flattering."

"I want him to notice me!" Shirley whined.

The three twerking asses descended around his dick from all sides, while the head was still nestled in Lelouch's own boobs. They rubbed his shaft, as much of it as they could manage, in between their cheeks. Then at some point Milly had turned around to use her boobs to do the same thing. Then she turned back, and Kallen had turned around. Then Shirley. Then all three of them. Using their butts and boobs to rub his dick, or pressing them into his face whenever he tried to speak.

"You've fought well, Lelouch," an unfamiliar voice whispered in his ear. "But you've been fighting a battle that you forget is happening every time you wake up. I'm wearing you down. Soon you'll lose. Not much further to go..."

"Oh, the uniform is making your penis even bigger!" Kallen observed, and it was true, his already <s>ridiculous</s> sexy penis was growing bigger <s>in defiance of common sense and basic biology</s> because of the clothes he was wearing. In fact, it was getting so big that when Kallen used her hands and boobs to squeeze his shaft, he couldn't help but open his mouth and let it slide in.

He squealed in pleasure, while the girls tittered around him, dancing and rubbing and squeezing and teasing, each of them putting their attractive bodies on display for him as though they were trying to maximise his pleasure. The contrast between them was astonishing and enthralling, he could so easily see why any man would fall head over heels for any one of them. It was too much for him. Too much stimulation. Lelouuch's eyes rolled back into his head, ihis balls convulsed and tremored, and then he felt a hot sensation shoot through his shaft, exploding out of the head of his dick -

And then he woke up. In bed. Feeling... pretty good, actually.

"How refreshing," Lelouch rolled out of bed. "Of late, I have had strangely fitful sleep. It feels like that was a pleasant dream for a change. If only I could recall what it was about."

But, oh well. Recalling dreams was only helpful if one wanted to perform a psychoanalysis. To tell what's on a person's mind. Lelouch knew very well what was on his own mind. So as he got dressed in the smart boy's uniform for Ashford Academy, he decided to put it to the back of his mind.

"Perfect," he said, observing his appearance in the reflection. Then internally, he considered what exactly he should use today to accomplish, and turned away without a second thought on his reflection.

As for his reflection though, it had some thoughts about him. It stared lewdly at his retreating behind, and suddenly burst out into an openly feminine form, wearing the same kind of clothes as the girls in the dream, though her figure was even less realistic and much more blatantly sexualised.

"Soon," the succubus in the mirror licked her lips. "Soon I'll have the biggest obstacle to my takeover under my thumb. Pleasant dreams, Lelouch vi Britannia. The more pleasant the better!"

Rei Swarm finale

Total defeat is a strange thing to process, yet that's exactly what this was. Without fail, without question, it was a total and complete rout. With the MAGI under their influence, as well as NERV's top scientist and tactical officer, what possible chance did they have at success?

None. Absolutely none at all.

The corridors were full of them within the hour. Strutting down like they owned the place. The staff opened fire, the bullets merely passed clean through their bodies without doing any harm at all. It was a slow hunt. They crawled through the vents, they pursued gradually expending little energy, they sealed off doors, they cornered, they captured, they showed them absolute and total bliss - and then everyone in the facility had their own dozen or so Reis to pla~ay with.

Well, not quite everyone. Gendo Ikari was sitting in his office, sealed off, imprisoned in his own office as a hoard or Reis made futile attempts to gain entry. He couldn't leave, but they couldn't enter. Worse, they had learned how to simulate his wife's voice, permitting him torment the likes of which he could never imagine, but might very well deserve. He couldn't even warn the outside world, for they had control of the MAGI - and so they would build their forces, send out their spies, and he honestly doubted even SEELE would be able to figure out what was happening before they had already taken over.

But what of our heroes? What of Shinji and Asuka? Well... Shinji was waking up in the infirmary, to start with, staring once again at an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Was that a dream...?" Shinji wondered aloud. He sat up, scratched his breast, adjusted his monstrously erect penis, and then blinked very slowly while processing that. "Ah... maybe not?"

"Definitely no~ot!"

The sound of Rei's voice sent a panic/arousal surge through his body, and he turned to look, finding himself staring at Rei in a tight fitting pinstripe, with the kind of curvy feminine body that only usually exists in the minds of a horny teen boy. Shinji rolled off the bed while Rei strutted towards him, rolling her extremely fine hips back and forth like a pendulum

"So, how is our horny little bitchbreaker today?" Rei asked.

Alas, before he could answer, something else truly horrifying happened. Rei's head sort of came out of the head of his penis, looked up at him, winked seductively and answered for him. "Oh, he's very horny, but also a bit anxious about stuff. He might need a little more pla~aytime."

"G-Guh?!" Shinji sputtered. "Wh-what the - What are you doing in my dick?!"

"I agree with your diagnosis," the nurse Rei said. Then she leaned over the bed, causing her pinstripe to rid up, revealing just the very bottom of the curve of her butt. "Needs more bitchbreaker training~"

What happened next defied Shinji's expectations. He grabbed onto the nurse Rei's hips nice and hard, lined up his Rei-penis to her entrance, and then he <b>fucked</b> the <b>everloving shit</b> out of her. Broke the bed on the first thrust, and his next was somehow even more intense than that. It was like something else had taken control over his body for a moment, cramming a spine into him.

And it felt amazing. I mean, yeah, he was banging a smoking hot babe over the remains of the bed he woke up on, but that's not what he meant. It felt faucking amazing to just... take her. He hadn't asked, he hadn't checked. It was obvious what she wanted, and he just... went for it.

In no time at all, she came, and that set him off as well. It felt like they were melting into each other... oh, but actually they kind of were. It was still kinda weird, but also a very nice feeling, watching her body merge into his through his legs, the extra flesh flowing from his thighs and spreading out through his body, giving him a more womanly figure and a slightly bigger penis. Which might be underselling it a bit, though at this point Shinji was glad because if it got too much bigger he wouldn't be able to walk properly.

"Ahhh, that feels much better," Shinji said. "Wait, what am I saying? This whole thing is so weird! I have to find Asuka and get out of here!"

He made himself presentable, gulped nervously, then opened the door a little surprised to find it unlocked. Similarly, there wasn't anyone on duty. No guards, nobody in the corridors. The coast was all clear. That actually worried him more than if there had been someone there... and come to think of it, he had at least 2 Reis inside of him, and possibly even more than that... but neither of them were doing anything at all to stop him.

"Teeheeheehee!" echoed in his skull, and a smile crept onto his face before he knew it. Ah! Aha! Got to find her! Find Asuka first, then figure out what to do next! Maybe the next room over? Shinji hurried along, grabbed the handle with great trepidation and then threw it open.

And found himself staring at ass. A big jiggly booty, praactically aimed right at the door. Shinji's hands clenched, and the only reason his oversized dick didn't instantly tear through his trousers and underwear was down to sheer force of will. Okay, fine, it was because he'd just railed that Rei into a climax. Anyway, the point is that this was a nice pair of cheeks, big and round and magnificently proportioned, with thighs and hips to match. The kind of lower proportions that were intended for one purpose alone - to draw the male gaze.

"Oh, hey Shinji!" said the all too familiar voice of Kaji. Shinji blinked and became aware of the fact there was someone else in the room. In fact, there were a half dozen other someones. The butt he was looking at actually belonged to Misato Katsuragi, who was currently giving head, a titjob, and also using both hands to jerk off Kaji's dick, which looked like it was even bigger than Shinji's. "Looks like we hooked up again," Kaji said, sounding drunk.

As to the others in the room? Why, they all had blue hair, vacant smiles, and were waving their hands in and through both of their bodies as though they were made of water. Planting kisses on their body. Rubbing their butts and boobs and any other parts of themselves the moment felt like.

What would it feel like, Shinji wondered, if he went up to Misato right now and merged his penis into her back? Not into an orifice, just flat out merged it into her body. Would it feel good? Would she feel good? Then a Rei seemed to notice him and made a beckoning motion, licking her lips, and Shinji took a step forward before realising what he was doing and running from the room.

Okay, so Misato was as good as gone. The next room didn't fill him with any greater amount of hope. Because inside -

"So, what should we name them, Senpai~?"

Was a heavily pregnant looking Ritsuko, with Maya kneeling at her belly and planting smooches onto it. As with the previous room, there were a dozen Reis in here, all dressed like Doctors and Nurses, engaging in a lewd parody of the kind of behaviour medical professionals would behave in. You know the sort of thing. Checking heart rate with a stethoscope, taking temperature, checking the body for injuries, massaging joints, kissing it to make it better...

Actually come to think they might just be doing lewd stuff and it was the clothes they were wearing that made it seem like they were engaged in dirty roleplay. Either way, he was not sticking around to check what Ritsuko gave birth to!

"Come on, come on, Asuka's got to be around here somewhere!" Shinji asked, starting to really panic here. It felt like a game of roulette where every round, he learned just how screwed they were!

"Teeheehee!" the voices in his head tittered again, as he threw open another door - and found every single member of his class sitting on the floor, each being tended to by a pair of Reis. None of them had clearance to be here. There was Hikari. There was Touji. There was Kensuke - and come to it, there were Hikari's sisters as well. Each of them being tended to just like the rest of the class.

"Hey buddy! Wanna join the party?" Kensuke asked.

"Room for one more!" Touji slurred.

"Shinji Ikari! You'd better get that dick erect in five seconds, or so help me -" Hikari said, then immediately swallowed Touji's dick down to the base, nuts and all.

Oh, that worked for him a little too well, who knew she could unhinge her jaw like that? No! Bad, getting out of here now! But it did illustrate exactly how bad this situation was.

There was only one door left in this corridor. Shinji took a deep breath. He grabbed the door handle, and tried not to whimper. He had to find Asuka. She was the smart one. She was the one who would figure out how they could escape this mess. He could only hope she wasn't broken already. He could only hope -

"There you are, you dummkopf!" Asuka huffed. She'd been strapped to a bed. Only her head was over the covers, but it was definitely her. "Where have you been?" She struggled against the restraints. "Get me out of here before they come back."

"Right, right!" Shinji squeaked, rushing into the room to let the <i>bitch</i> off her bed. Ooh, he felt woozy there for a second. That was weird. "We've gotta do something, Asuka! The Reis are running the show and pla~aying with everyone to their heart's content!"

"That's right," Asuka sniffed. "Lousy little bitches thinking they can pla~ay with me like that... Let's get out of here and put a stop to this <german for nonsense> right now! And stop staring at my naked body, you perv!"

Oh, he'd like to. He really would like to. Because Asuka's body was not quite, uh, what she was imagining right now. It was a sea, a veritable ocean of face. Rei's face. On every single point of her skin. Melting into each other, shifting. Winking, licking their lips, making kissy faces. Everywhere. Each and every square inch of flesh from the neck down was, to put it bluntly, Rei, Rei, Rei.

"What's up with you all of a sudden?" Asuka asked, flipping back her hair. For a moment, her face shifted, becoming less like Asuka and more like - "We're going to put a stop to pla~aytime for the Rei's, and that'll let us pla~ay to our heart's content."

"Ah, Asuka, you're - You're!"

"There you are!" Another Asuka yelled, appearing in the door and grabbing him by the arm. She was wearing her plugsuit. "Dummkopf, you fell for this fake?! Get over here, on the double."

He wasn't about to argue! The two of them hauled ass out of that room before something else weird could happen, though Shinji was starting to wonder if this was really Asuka or another fake. He should ask her to strip down. Let him investigate her body. Let him touch her body. Let him <i>fuck</i> her bitchy body.

"Pervert!" Asuka hissed as they ran. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Sorry..." Shinji grumbled. Ah, he hadn't been watching where they were going, but now that he was looking around a bit... wasn't this the gym they were heading to?

It was. And the two of them entered just in time to find a veritable sea of Asukas. Asuka, Asuka, as far as the eye could see. Each of them, much as the Asuka that had brought him here, was wearing a plugsuit, and they seemed to be i na heated debate.

"I'm the real Asuka!"

"Don't be stupid, I'm the real one!"

"How dare you pretend to be me!"

Arguments like that were echoing around the room. Shinji's eyes felt like they were bugging out of his sockets, but at the same time they were twitching like mad, all he could do was stare in total disbelief at what he was seeing. So many of them...? What was this? What's going on here?

"Hrmph! Listen up, you fakes!" the Asuka that brought him here yelled. "I've brought along an impartial judge. If anyone can tell us which is the real Asuka - me, of course - then this spineless pervert can surely do it!"

"Uh? Me?" Shinji gulped. "B-But..." Wait, he remembered now. Asuka had made a whole bunch of copies of herself using the Reis, hadn't she? Was it this many that she'd made? There must be hundreds of them here!

"Nine hundred and sixty seven," a Rei said inside his brain. "You see, each of them actually only has a little Asuka in her. We merged and split and merged with her over and over again, spreading her out among all these copies. Teehee!"

They did that? Ah, that made a weird sort of sense. If anyone would have the strength of will to retain control after all that, it would be that stubborn girl. Still, it wasn't right. "Put her back together," he warned. No answer came.

"Ugh, really? We're going to rely on this idiot?" an Asuka <i>bitched</i>.

"Yeah, get real. As if we can trust anything he's got to say."

"Spineless idiot."

"Cowardly worm!"

Once again, Shinji's body moved on autopilot, grabbing the nearest Asuka, tearing a hole in her plugsuit and making him drill her right there while all the other Asukas taunted and jeered at him. Similar sorts of insults echoed through the room, almost like they were pushing him on. Claling him a pervert. Calling him an idiot. Calling him all kinds of names, belittling him, berating him, while he drilled this Asuka so hard that, when she came, the red shot right out of her hair, turning it blue again, turning her face back to Rei's.

And then, no sooner had he done this than another Asuka mounted him. "Pervert!" she said, then kissed him. "Dummy! Who would ever love you. Who would ever want to bear your children. Mmmm, fuck that's a good dick..."

The pattern repeated itself so many times that Shinji very quickly lost track of time. His balls felt swollen no matter how many times he came. The piles of unconscious Reis (formerly Asukas) mounted and rose with each one he <i>broke</i> on his monstrous dick.

"You next," he commanded, and she immediately got on him. "And you, sit on my face while you two make out."

"Hrmph! I'm only doing it because I feel like it, not because you -"

"And call me Master," Shinji ordered.

"Yes, Master. But only because I want to!"

Something weird was going on with him right now. Something amazing. With each one he claimed, the more alive he felt. With each time he came, he felt a lot more in control. Of himself. Of his body. Of his destiny. The more sex he had the more he wanted, and luckily there was no short supply of ass for him to tap.

Every position he could think of, he tried it. Anal, up against the wall. Doggy style. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, slapped on a full nelson on one of them and fucked her while carrying her around the room. He took on two of them at once, three of them, even four, and if he felt really kinky he merged bodies together to fuck five Asukas all at the same time.

At last, he'd worn it down to one Asuka, who stood there with hands on hips, shifting weight from one foot to the other. He'd saved the best for last, naturally. The kinkiest, most dirty thing he could imagine doing. He laid her on her back, parted her legs, and held on tightly to her while having sex. Yep, that's right, the missionary position. How utterly sordid.

Alas, when it was all over she reverted to being a Rei as well, which left Shinji puzzled. If he'd fucked all the Asuka out of them, then where had it gone? That didn't make any -

Oh, but then he noticed something. He was quite a bit more feminine than he had been before, with bigger breasts, wider hips, and his penis was definitely much bigger too. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and then... Asuka formed out of his body, merged out of her whole and intact, one hundred percent her.

And, of course, she had formed with her pussy around his shaft.

"About damned time!" she sniffed haughtily. "Making me call you Master? Pervert! Idiot! Mmm, fuck, right there, oh fuck me more, don't ever stop..."

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna," Shinji grunted, making full use of the training he'd been given. "I'm not ever gonna stop -"

<i>"Fucking you, every single day, becuase you're mine. Got it Asuka?"

"Yes, Master! I'm your broken in bitch! Please don't stop!"</i>

Eh? That was... that was them? Playing on a monitor at the back of the gym! All around them, the Reis were getting up, tittering and laughing. Even those inside of Shinji were now evacuating, all of them gathering together like - like - A swarm of insects about to consume a carcass. Not the best metaphor he could use right now, but it was the only one he could think of.

"Having fun?" a Rei asked, turning her lips up into a smile by using her fingers. The others all followed suit. "Weren't you going to stop us?"

"Stop you...?" Shinji asked. He blinked as a moment of lucidity came over him, and he tried to extract himself from Asuka - but couldn't finish pulling out before thrusting all the way back in. It was like he had to. "Pla~ay with me, Asu~uka!"

"Yes, pla~ay with me Shi~inji!" Asuka screeched. "Oh, what am I doing, get off me~e!" But she made absolutely no effort to fight him off, no effort to resist him, in fact if anything she was doing the opposite and encouraging their rutting. Even to the pint of flipping him onto his back and taking the lead herself. "What have you done to us?"

The monitor flickered a few more times, showing different locations, but something very similar happening in each one. Shinji railing Asuka. Aside from the locations, there were a few other differences. Sometimes Shinji was super buff. Sometimes Asuka was the guy and Shinji was the girl. Sometimes Asuka had blue hair. Sometimes Asuka's face was split down the middle, her on one side and Rei's on the other.

But they all had one other thing in common. The two of them were breaking each other. Over and over and over again, they were completely annihilating the other's ability to resist the Reis, because they were fucking too damned hard.

"We've been pla~aying for ten years now," a Rei said. "You've never won a single round!"

"Except that one round in Hawaii, but there were extenuating circumstances," another Rei piped in. "Stupid alien invasion, good thing we had been keeping the Evas maintained all this time..."

A decade. Ten years. They'd been at this for that long? It didn't seem as though they'd aged a day, but they were actually ten years older...? Had they been getting their memories erased every time they 'lost' a ga~ame?

"That's -" Shinji gasped. "That's - That's! Really fucking hoooooot!"

"Oh, dammit Shinji, you'd better knock me up this time! It's been ten fucking years!" Asuka suddenly screamed. "Ah! I'm starting to remember now! Oh! Ooooh! I remember every time we ever pla~ayed! I don't think you can erase our memories anymore, it's probably not going to stick long enough!"

Honestly though, that was fine with everyone. Shinji was starting to remember as well. He'd come up with this scenario last time around, and losing just felt so... good. It would be a shame, but it didn't really matter now anymore. Everyone on Earth had their own personal Reis to attend to their every need. To play with them, and to pla~ay with them. To keep them happy, and content, and safe, while still giving them motivation to do shit. The best possible ending had happened for humanity, blissful peace and contentment, while still retaining some level of individuality.

It was a perfect ending in the Swarm’s estimation, and now it had finally ensured no one could ever disagree.

Rei Swarm - Bad End Complete.

HPOA

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Tatewaki Kuno was a man brimming with confidence. As if you didn't already know. At this very moment he was strolling up to the school rooftop, where he went every lunchtime to ruminate (stare blankly into space) and consider his future (wedded bliss with his new love interest, Nabiki Tendo, serving him breakfast every morning).

Never did he imagine that he would come upon a truly glorious sight. Namely, fair Akane herself awaiting him, alongside another stunning beauty. Exotic, mysterious with flowing lavender hair. The two of them had clearly been waiting for him a while, for now they were lip locked in an obvious, desperate and futile attempt to slake their desire for him before it drove them mad.

"Hold fast, fair maidens, for I have arrived to  aid your -"

In the time he took to say that, the new as yet unknown pretty girl (Shampoo) had detached from fair Akane, found herself behind him, and then started to scrub his hair with a sweet smelling shampoo.

“Fuck!” Akane cursed, “Seeing us make out just made him think we wanted him for a threesome!"

"Ah, that shame," Shampoo tutted. "Maybe we can push him back to Nabiki instead?"

Oh yeah, that's right, she'd tried pushing him off onto Nabiki. They probably didn't actually need to do that in the first place. In fact ,that might have even got him interested in her again. Fuck!

“Indeed Akane Tendo, I may love your sister but I still see the passion within you for me!”

Akane punched him in the gut, gave him an uppercut and then Shampoo slammed him down into the ground. "All done, memory erased! No entry into spank bank for him today."

This got Akane staring long and hard at Shampoo, and not for the usual reasons one did so. "That is a dangerous and incredibly broken ability with numerous uses that are both creative and simple. Why do you not use that outside of your introductory arc?"

“Ancient Joketsuzoku law. We’re forbidden from using the same scheme to catch a man twice.” Shampoo said

“Really?”

“No just fucking with you. Miss Takahashi forgets about her toys once playing with them.”

That explained far, far too much, but Akane didn't feel like denting the fourth wall any more right now. It was a little too easy to overuse that kind of gag. Instead, it would be better to overuse the 'everyone is horny' joke.

"Then let's focus on our primary goal: Getting railed by Ranma at the first chance!"

“Is it really railing when we primarily want the hot piece of as female half? No dick to rail with. Unless… strap on.” Shampoo’s eyes widened at that possibility, and both girls went to their happy place for a moment. Whether it was using a strap on on Ranma, or Ranma using the strap on on them, it was a very happy place to visit. "Anyway, Nabiki is sneaky bitch and she is sure to redouble efforts."

"Not to mention Ranma's mother," Akane added.

"Mother?" Shampoo asked. Raising an eyebrow.

"Everyone wants a piece of that hot piece of ass," Akane solemnly said. "Everyone. Without fail."

Shampoo wanted to argue, but... no, she understood. There were probably mountains in Tibet that wanted Ranma to walk all over them. The more important point was:

"Then we trap him together, and seduce him that way," Shampoo said. "Where do we trap him?"

That... was a frustratingly good question. Anywhere Akane could access, so could Kasumi and Nabiki, and they would damned sure be trying to pull the same kind of bullshit with him. She could see it now. "Oh, Ranma, didn't know you were in the bathroom! Let me scrub your back." or "Looks like I got you tied up in the training hall." Or "Let's make out on the school rooftop." Which Akane had used with Shampoo earlier, admittedly. It was a head scratcher though. Where could they find enough privacy to get their freak on with that boy, and finally earn this thread its R rating?

Mercifully, the author is in favour of a yuri threesome, and has bestowed upon these horny young women a blessing in the form of a teacher arriving on the rooftop.

"Oh dear, has Mister Kuno been rendered insensate due to his overdriven libido and ego?" the teacher tutted. "Very well then. Miss Tendo, you're a trusted student."

Akane pointed at herself and recalled, in great detail, the numerous days where she beat the shit out of a bunch of the school's athletes trying to beat her in an unfair fight. Then she remembered that her grades weren't actually all that bad. Not great, but definitely above average.

"We received a letter from the Principal, asking us to remodel his basement from a samurai theme, to a hawaian one," the teacher said, leaving Akane's head spinning at how little sense that made. "We need a trustworthy student to look it over and make sure everything's set up correctly, and maybe tidy it up a little."

"We have a basement?" Akane asked. "Hold up, the last I heard of the Principal, Nabiki had bribed him to make stupid sexy school uniforms!"

"Oh yes, that reminds me," the teacher said. "Could you please model these hawaian girl outfits? The Principal was wanting to trial run them as another new replacement."

He handed Akane and Shampoo a grass skirt and lay, then fucked off into the ether with his role finished. Five minutes later they were standing in the basement looking at... a deserted island set. Replete with water surrounding a sandy landmass. The walls were all painted to look like an idyllic blue horizon. With a freaking pine tree right smack dab in the middle, and a deck chair set out on the sand, and that's not even talking about the pineapples. Oh, the pineapples, there were so, so many pineapples.

"Shampoo, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Akane asked.

"Maybe?" Shampoo replied. "But how we fit all those pineapples, they too big and spiky."

Akane was going to ignore that, and not enquire any further about it. Instead, she focused on the plan. They had a private space that almost nobody else at school knew about. Sexy outfits to wear. An excuse to be in this location... And lots of water around to turn Ranma into a hot piece of ass.

Ohoho! What a delightful turn of events this turned out to be! Play their cards right and they might even wind up with a Hawaaian hot piece of ass Ranma! Oh, how utterly delicious!

<hr>

This is probably a really obvious thing to say, but the fact that Shampoo was around was making Ranma nervous. That girl was crazy. Hot, but crazy. Like, nuclear hot but every bit as nutso and violent, and every bit as desperate to do stuff to his cursedform as literally everyone else he knew.

These were not good combinations. He was pretty sure that her first task was going to be seduce/eliminate all of the competition, and that pretty much guaranteed one thing. He was probably about two minutes away at any given time from finding Kasumi or Nabiki tied up, spreadeagle, being vigorously fingered by an irate Chinese babe until they were mind broken into being her sex toys or something <s>hot</s> scary like that.. Not Akane though. He was pretty sure those two were like cats and dogs. They'd never get on, no matter what. Shampoo would never dream of touching Akane that way, and Akane wouldn't let herself get seduced by someone like Shampoo.

Which was... a good thing. Yep. Definitely a good thing. No way would those two hooking up be the hottest thing imaginable, no sir, no how.

"If want uncute girl back, come to basement alone," Ranma read from the letter stuck in his locker. "PS, bring lube."

“Oh no Akane’s been kidnapped by the sexy lady who she is in no way in an homoerotically charged rivalry with!” Sayrui said, now reading over Ranma’s shoulder. "Whatever will our hunky/bustalicious protagonist do now?"

"I mean, that's kind of obvious right?" Ranma tutted. "I can't ignore this.  I guess I've gotta go... rescue the damsel in distress."

He almost sounded disappointed. Which was bit weird to Sayuri. Shouldn't a martial artist like Ranma be eager to get on with rescuing someone in trouble?

"I mean, it's kind of a cliche, right?" Ranma grumbled while stomping off in the directions given by the letter. "Gotta rescue the girl from some sneaky trap. I bet there's some kinda ambush or something set up down there, waiting for me to trip it."

Indeed there was. In the form of two cute girls hula dancing gently while wearing precious damn little beyond grass skirts and a lay. A serene yet sexy sight that would surely catch Ranma unawares.

“Can’t Akane take care of herself? I mean I saw her kick ass earlier.”

A leg interjected on his path. The leg belonged to Nabiki Tendo, leaning against a locker and giving him a 'fuck me right now' look. Which wasn't anything new, but it was something he noticed every time they met.

"Really now Ranma, you're not thinking clearly are you"? Nabii tutted. "This is a porn thread, isn't it? Shouldn't it be obvious to you what's going to happen if you go?"

"I get thoroughly fucked by a horny Chinese babe," Ranma said. Then blinked. "Uh, you know when I put it like that, why am I hanging around here again?"

"Because it's your cursed form she wants to bang."

Right, right. Nabiki had a good point there. As extremely handsome and irresistible as his boy form was, his cursed form was supernaturally fuckable. Kind of the entire point of the curse really. Where women everywhere want Ranma’s body, just the wrong one.

"Well I can't just leave your sister to the horny not-Amazon in the mood, can I?" Ranma asked. "Your old man will kick my butt." He thought this over a moment. "Your old man will try to kick my butt." Yeah, that felt more realistic. "Besides, I can't ignore someone in trouble, can I?"

"Of course not, Ranma-baby," Nabiki said in that condescending yet weirdly hot way she did. "Tell you what. Normally I'd empty your wallet for this kind of advice, but for this, I'll charge a single kiss. With your boy form."

His boy form, huh? He could see what she was up to already. It was actually his cursed form she wanted to smooch, but she was willing to play a bit of a longer game here. Lay some groundwork. Get him physically intimate with her, letting her gradually lure him into bed.

And once he was in bed, 'oh no, I spilled this water all over you, but your engine's already going! Oh well! Vroom vroom! Cue sapphic action.

<hr>

Bluntly, Shampoo knew she was the hotter of the two of them. Bigger boobs, better childbearing hips, cuter and more bubbly attitude which, okay, was a lot more directly murderous than Akane's, but even so she was definitely the physically superior specimen.

That didn't mean she didn't like what she was seeing over there. Akane fit the hula girl motif superbly. Cute was definitely the word. She was gyrating that tidy fit tummy like she was made for the role.

"See something you like?" Akane taunted, though her own eyeline was pretty focused on Shampoo's chest.

"Just thinking that this sure to work," Shampoo said. "The second airen arrives, he no able to help self. Too too yummy treats set up for - "

"Fair Akane! I have come to rescue you from this grammar poor foreigner!"

Both girls stopped dancing in their tracks. No. No. <i>No</i>. They turned. They beheld the sight of Tatewaki Kuno. Then they pounded him into the dirt.

“You erased his memory!”

“Technique not perfect!”

Ah, but this might explain something. Kuno was holding onto a familir looking piece of paper. The note that was supposed to be put in Ranma's locker!

"Did you put this in Kuno's locker instead of Ranma's?!"

"No! Not sure how dumb stick boy get letter!"

Akane was about to argue further, when she heard a noise by the entrance. Rushing out, she found Nabiki dry humping Ranma up against a nearby wall, while trying to suck his soul out with her mouth. One of her eyes opened, the edge of a smirk hit her lips,and then she gave Akane a thumbs down.

"Why do I have to have such a bitch for a sister?!" Akane threw up her hands.

“Ranma Saotome! Is the lovely Sayuri Sato not enough!” Kuno shouted, drawing his bokken.

“...how did you know I slept with him?” Sayuri asked.

“Sleeping in the same bed before marriage with a reprobate like Saotome is the sort of thing you would do Sato.” Kuno said, and a mallet hit him on the head courtesy of Sayuri.

“Have fun with him, Nabiki.” Sayrui said, sniffing a bit, turning up her nose, and strutting off.

Nabiki was having fun, so mission accomplished.

A Guy’s Pride and Joy

A brand new day dawned over the Tendo dojo, with a nice calm breakfast. By which we mean, of course, that the Saotomes were engaged in a battle of life or death over their breakfasts, while Akane and Nabiki gave them the stink eye, and Soun tried not to wince from every little motion while holding an ice pack over his eye. It was, allegedly, the least he deserved.

As for Kasumi, she was gliding around as if walking on a cloud. As ever, she was the very image of serenity, peaceful and content as she sat in her place.

"I have made a decision," Kasumi said. Her voice was quiet, much quieter than the ruckus being caused by the Saotomes. However, it immediately drew all attention onto her, without question or fail. "I would like to pass the engagement back to Akane."

After a moment of silence, Akane huffed to herself. "Well, it seems that even Kasumi couldn't stand being engaged to you for long. I guess I'll take you back to keep her sane."

"Oh yeah?" Ranma teased. "You sure it's not because you know I'm such a handsome hunk? Blegh."

When Ranma stuck his tongue out, Akane used her chopsticks to trap it, and yanked it out of his mouth as hard as she could.

"Oh really? A high maintenance boy like you? Who'd want to marry you?"

Ranma held up three fingers, to signify the three other girls who wanted to marry him already. This, surprisingly, did nothing to calm down Akane's temper and instead made her squeeze Ranma's tongue even harder than before.

"Ah, like I thought," Kasumi tittered. "The two of you get along so well. How about it, father? Will you approve moving the engagement back?"

Soun almost piped up, while staring warily at the bickering couple, but then Nabiki slapped him on the back out of nowhere, causing him to tear up in pain.

"Well, that was fun while it lasted, but let's go back to the status quo now, right after"? Nabiki asked, while behind her a battle aura floated, representing Nabiki making a rude face while flipping the bird. A warning that he had better play ball, or else. Soun didn't know where Nabiki was getting money from the engagement getting flipped back, probably a bet of some kind, but he knew better than to argue with his middle daughter when she was like this. Especially when her hand had found an especially sensitive spot, one that Shampoo and Kodachi had taken turns wailing upon last night.

Quite rambunctious young women after his future son in law. But the same could be said for Akane as well. That made Soun feel at least a little better. Though he would really, really love a painkiller right about now.

"Fine!" Akane huffed, dragging Ranma to his feet. "Let's see what sort of mood you're in when I get you in the training hall, dummy!"

<hr>

For a fleeting moment Ranma thought that things had gone back to normal. That had been a pretty ordinary argument between him and Akane. Her being obtuse, him pointing out she was being obtuse and unreasonable, the two of them raising their voices, it was all good. The part where she grabbed his tongue was kinda new, but she did have a tendency to find ways to make him suffer just a little bit.

But, that moment only lasted until they were alone, for she tossed him up against the wall still holding onto his tongue and then she proceeded to tongefuck his mouth. His hands, his traitorous damned hands, grabbed onto her body and pulled her closer, letting the warmth and softness of her body awaken the beast that still lay slumbering.

"Idiot," Akane sniffed when she pulled away from him. "You could've been nicer to Kasumi there, you know? Her letting you off the hook like that."

"Feh, I'm not looking to get hitched sometime anyway," Ranma said. "If this monster wasn't so insistent on getting fed, I wouldn't be having anything to do with you girls."

Ah, now he was being tossed flat on his back, and Akane was striding his hips.

"The feeling's mutual," She licked her lips, reminding Ranma of a rabid wolf. It kinda frightened him a little bit. But mostly, he was feeling turned on by it. "But it'll have to wait until tonight. Until all the girls are together. If I know Nabiki, she's probably setting things up so we'll be all alone tonight. Now that you won't be cheating on Kasumi, you can go right back to fucking us stupid."

"Not got far to go for that," Ranma said, desperately reaching for normalcy despite himself. But Akane seemed to let it wash off her and strutted out of the training hall, dusting her hands, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. "Uncute!" he yelled. If only he believed that anymore.

<hr>

Sure enough, Nabiki had set up a few distractions for the others in the house. For Kasumi, one of her friends had purchased a new recipe book that Kasumi had been looking for. For the fathers and Happosai, Nabiki had informed the old pervert of a swimsuit exhibit due to start tomorrow at a local museum. So, off he'd dragged the fathers, leaving them all alone.

The less Ranma thought about that second one the better he was going to feel. The point was that nobody was coming back for a few hours. Ranma didn't actually have to do anything at all, either, because Akane and Nabiki were greeting the girls. Kissing them a bit. As in, really going for it. Even to the extent they were groping each other. Like, a lot. It was really working for him on the one hand, but on the other it was a bit weird seeing them act this way.

"Phew, thank goodness we don't have to compete with Kasumi anymore," Ukyo said. "I mean, we're all really hot, but she's in another league entirely."

"Even Shampoo not sure she compare to that," Shampoo nodded. "Is ideal housewife, top to bottom."

Akane got this really weird look in her eye, a kind of faroff expression. Huh, weird. But Ranma didn't get much of a chance to really think about that before the girls all circled around him, taking off their clothes and looking him up and down like a piece of meat.

"Well, Ranma darling? Don't keep us in suspense," Kodachi cooed, leaning against his back. Her hands fiddled with the rope around his trousers. "We all know why were here. Oho-"

"No laughing, or you're out," Nabiki warned. Kodachi gave her a look so intense that Ranma didn't even have to see her face to know how it looked. She flicked out her finger, undid the knot around the belt, and tugged down his trousers and boxers in a single go. Her confidence drained out of her face, replaced with naked, unabashed lust. "Gimme gimme gimme."

"Wait your turn," Akane said, stepping quickly in front of Ranma. Her hands went around the back of his head, and she guided him to the floor. It was weird, despite the fact that he was way stronger than her, he kept letting her take the lead for some reason. "Come on, dummy. Rock my world."

"You sure you can handle it?" he asked, and then he put it in without waiting for her response. Naturally, the instant it was in, she was already whimpering, mewling, and not being uncuate for once. "Heh, didn't think so."

It was weird. From the day they'd met their relationship had been so adversarial. The two of them at loggerheads, day in and day out. And now, here he was banging her stupid with his dumb monster cock, that was so desperate for pussy that it was pointing him right at her.

To be fair, she was really wild in the sack. Like always, she threw everything she had into it. She'd likely have broken the pelvis of a regular guy, so it was a good thing he was the one fucking her on the regular. Still. Even though she was his main fiance, he couldn't see them getting hitched or anything. That would be too weird. Him in a tuxedo, her in a wedding dress...

...

The reason he was smiling was because his monster dick was getting fed, that's all. He wasn't smiling at the thought of getting hitched or anything like that. And it definitely wasn't -

"Cumming!" Akane gasped, and sure enough he shot a jet of hot cum right into her so hard she almost shot off. When he was done, she slid off... but the beast was still hungry. Fortunately, this was where its next meal slid in without waiting a beat.

"Now, Ranma darling, let me show you how flexible I am," Kodachi said. She lay down with the flat of her hands against the ground, and lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder. "Take me, you stallion. Show me what I've been missing these last frightful days."

Kodachi. Yeah, Kodachi was a tough one for him. One apple short of a basket. She was pretty enough. Sexy in a crazy sort of way. A lithe gymnast. Not as strong as any of the other girls after him, he was pretty sure Akane could beat Kodachi in a fight nine out of ten times, but... Kodachi was wily. That craziness gave her an edge that was hard to match. Normally he couldn't stand the sight of her. He was only giving her the time of day because <i> he needed pussy so, so badly</i>.

But... when she was making this face, when he was fucking her so intensely, when he was thoroughly putting that flexible body to the test, something about it felt really, really good.

Next was Shampoo, the girl he might have the most complicated relationship with out of the lot of them. Even Akane. First time they'd met, Ranma had been afraid of this hot little psycho-chick. You try being hunted by someone about your skill level in martial arts(slightly less good, really) who wanted to murder you for a month flat across all of China, see how you feel about someone.

He'd actually felt sorry for her a little after driving her off by tricking her with his curse. But... That only lasted until she returned with a curse of her own, taking on a form that he honestly really, really hated.

"Airen still hard for Shampoo?" she asked. Knowing the answer well enough. The smug expression on her face told him that she knew that he knew that she knew and this was getting to be a bit too much thinking for a time when that precious oxygen can be going downstairs. "Shampoo satisfy you way that no other girl can, yes?"

"Quit bragging and start doing," Ranma said, making short work of that confidence by thrusting it in all the way with a single motion. Shampoo's head was thrown back from the sudden overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, and - fuck, that felt good to see. "Not so smug now, huh?"

"A-Airen!" Shampo moaned, but in truth she didn't last much longer than that. Or maybe she had, and he'd lost track of time.

"Hey Ranchan." Ukyo was next. He looked at her, and he still couldn't believe that this was a girl in front of him. For so long, if he'd ever thought of Ukyo he imagined a boy, so it was really hard to shake this image. Still, there was no mistaking it. Her body was extremely feminine, and the way she sorta dipped between girlish and boyish behaviour was weirdly cute. "hmph, these other girls talk a big game, but your old buddy Uchan knows exactly what you - "

Whatever plan she had in mind went right out the window the second his penis was inside her. She clung to his body for dear sweet life. "Thanks Uchan," he said with full sincerity.

The last girl up was Nabiki. Much like Shampoo, she was smug - but he doubted that would last long. She looked around with disdain at the other fallen girls, still lying on the ground, whimpering, moaning, breathing heavily, and smiling mindlessly.

"Now that they're worn down, it's my tu~uuuuuuuurn!"

Yeah, Nabiki might be the smart one of the group, but she wasn't anywhere near the same level as any of the girls in terms of physical ability. Her body had every bit as much appeal as any of the others, tinged with an extra naughty spice, but... Fuck, Ranma hated her. Hated her so, so much. Whenever they fucked, he wasn't being nice like with the others. Whatever complicated feelings he had about the others, he knew how he felt about Nabiki. Always trying to trick him, or someone else. Greedy, selfish, manipulative, deceitful, sarcastic tease with a lousy personality.

So it felt really good to make her cum her brains out right there and then on the dojo floor.

That was all of the girls now. The beast had been fed. But... recently the beast had been starved. Not just once either. The Chardins, and now this situation with Kasumi. The beast was still hungry. Ravenous. Starving. It needed more.

And that's when Akane got up, shot an evil look at him, then turned around on all fours as if inviting him to mount her.

He didn't refuse.

"S-See?" Akane asked. "Isn't this better? Better than being engaged to Kasumi!"

Better than being engaged to Kasumi... Yeah, he guessed it was, a bit. Kasumi was way too pure and innocent for him to dirty like this. Shampoo recovered next, so he moved on to her after Akane couldn't take any more, but still his thoughts lingered on that point. Right now he had five girls desperate for his penis. That was enough. More than enough. Trying to keep up with all of them would eventually wear him down, just as surely as his dick was wearing them down. The last thing he needed was anyone else getting caught up in this mess.

Next, Kodachi got up, eagerly calling him 'Ranma Darling' as usual, but he still couldn't get over how lucky they were to dodge that bullet. Hell, if not for that incident with the drawing he might have done something nasty to Kasumi by the end of last night!

It was one thing messing around with his fiance. Or his best friend. Or the crazy chicks who liked him. Or that bitch of a sister his fiance had. It was fine for them, sorta? It felt like it wasn't really a terrible thing he was doing in having an orgy with them. But to drill Kasumi the way he was to them, would have been completely unforgivable.

"Ohhh, this makes so much sense now!" Kasumi moaned underneath him. "No wonder all these girls are after you."

So yeah, he should be thankful that... Wait. 'Kasumi moaned underneath him'? Ranma blinked and took a better look at who, exactly, he was banging right now, and -

"Aw, hell, we were trying to avoid this..." Ranma groaned. He didn't stop, mind. Kind of hard to, when she seemed to be every bit as into this as the other girls were when he ... shit, this was bad.

Kasumi’s legs had wrapped around his waist and her hips were bucking desperately while she tried to get his stupid cursed cock into her as deep as possible. Yup, she had lost to it just like the rest of them.

<hr>

So how had Kasumi wound up in that position? Simple enough really. On her way to her friend's place, Kasumi had suddenly realised she'd forgotten a book she'd borrowed from her. She'd rushed back home to find it.

In all honesty she had been a bit scatterbrained recently. Ranma Saotome had been on her mind quite a bit. She'd not spent an awful lot of time with him until recently, only seen the surface level of him. Actually spending time with him had lit her interest a little. He was rough around the edges, but a nice and charming young man when he wanted to be. Obviously more inexperienced with women than he pretended to be, certainly more than one would expect than one who had so many pretty girls after him already.

Still, she could understand that last part a bit better now after going on a few dates with him. It was a kind of charm that normally didn't appeal to her. Kasumi usually preferred older men.

"Ah, here it is," she said to herself, quickly tucking the book under her arm and making for the door -

"Oooh, yes...."

What was that? That sounded like it came from the training hall? Had it been her imagination?

"Ohh, Ranma! Right there, right there!"

That sounded like Nabiki. It couldn't be... Could it? With great trepidation, Kasumi crept along to the training hall, steeled herself as the sounds became more distinct, and prepared to peek inside. Could it be that Ranma was cheating on Akane after all, with Nabiki? That didn't fit the image the last few days had formed in her mind these last few days.

What she saw inside left her completely stunned. Ranma was indeed having sex with Nabiki. Pretty rough sex at that. He'd lifted her into the air, forcing both of her ankles onto his shoulders while his hands grabbed her thighs, lifting and raising her in and astonishing show of strength, impaling her on his penis over and over again while Nabiki's eyes rolled back in her head, and her tongue flopped out.

For a moment Kasumi was stunned, her worst fears had been realized just as she had thought them settled! What would Akane think? Or her father? Did Nabiki even like Ranma in that way or were they just… just screwing around while breaking her sister's heart?

But then Kasumi pulled herself together, only to fall back in shock. Because she noticed the part of this mess that left her truly stunned and baffled was noticing that the room was not just the two of them. No, there were several other people in the room. The other girls after Ranma. Akane, Ukyo, Shampoo and Kodachi, lying on the floor, all drenched in sweat, panting and wheezing as if they had run a marathon. All of them showing very obvious signs of intercourse.

In short, she'd walked in on an orgy. Her jaw dropped, practically hanging there from sheer disbelief. This was... absolutely not what she was expecting. She was left rooted in place, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything at all.

"Grnnnnnk!" Nabiki grunted, a truly content, serene smile on her face as she slid off Ranma's penis and this let Kasumi get a really good look at it.

In a word: Wow. That was... wow. Some meat he was packing there. And it was still erect after all of this? Five girls, apparently one after the other and he was still raring to go? That also made a strange sort of sense. A giant like that, with this kind of stamina... surely it would wear down any girl in no time flat.

<i>But did it really feel so good they'd be willing to share?</i>

Before she knew what she was doing Kasumi took a step forward. She shouldn't. She really shouldn't. But this weird feeling that had been building in the pit of her stomach over the last few days was coming into a sharp focus. He was laying claim to Kodachi now, using that <i>dick</i> on her as if she was just a doll to be used. Kasumi felt her breath growing shallow. Her hand reached behind her head, and she dropped her dress to the floor, vision affixed immovably to the shaft vanishing inside the girl that Ranma was having sex with.

He seemed pretty out of it. Kasumi put her hand on his shoulder when he was done, turned him towards her - and then she knew bliss of a sort she'd never imagined before. A feeling of fullness that could never be matched.

Giving the engagement back to Akane had been a mistake. She could see that now. Ah! His hard body up against hers! Oh! This penis, pushing into her! Ohhh, she could feel her thoughts melting together. Ah! Aha! Burning up on the inside! Yes! How had she lived without this? How could anyone live without this? She was in heaven. This must be her divine reward, there was no other explanation.

Ohhh, now how was she supposed to ask for father to switch the engagement back now?