Patreon Stories: June

 

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Addiction is a frightening thing. A compulsion, a need, a driving desire towards something even when you know it might be bad for you. Psychological addictions, physiological, a combination of both. It's frightening to see someone you know fall into that spiral, unable to escape, perhaps even in denial that they are within it. Yet nonetheless they are.

Well, not to worry because in this case all that Euphemia and Shirley were going to get addicted to would be a specific kind of sexy underwear. Which is quite ridiculous really, isn't it? I mean, how is that even possible? Are they so comfortable that you can't wear anything else? Is that how it is?

Nonetheless, the Princess and commoner were standing side by side in a changing room, hands on hips, looking at their reflection over their shoulders. Euphemia had selected a pink coloured thong, Shirley a black one with white lace. The material wedged well into their cheeks, lifting and separating, the bright colours framing their rather pleasant behinds as pictures of perfection.

Though we simply must take a moment to appreciate the nuance between the two, as booty connoisseurs. Shirley was an athlete- a swimmer - and so her glutes had a touch more muscle to them than Euphemia's, making her cheeks firmer. Yet at the same time the Princess had a rounder shape to her softer tush, the sort of shape that would slow a swimmer down. Make no mistake they were both as near perfect butts as one could get for two women with their body types - but which flavour you prefer? That's not for me to tell you.

"Huh, I wasn't expecting it to be so... Comfortable," Euphemia remarked. Shirley grew flush, as though suddenly keenly aware of what she was doing.

"Ah, this was a bad idea," she said, yanking the thong down - but carefully so that she didn't have to pay for it - and quickly putting on the clothes she'd come in wearing. "Lelou isn't the kind of boy who would like a girl just because of the underwear she's wearing! I'll try something else."

"Shirley!" Euphemia called out. "Oh, that girl really does have an issue there, she shouldn't be so afraid of her -"

But no sooner had she said that much as Shirley marched back into the changing room, dumped her skirt, ripped her panties off making them unusable and pulled the thong back up, making a big perverted grin plaster her pretty face.

"Ohhh yeah, that's the good shit," Shirley said, running her hands down her back until she groped her own firm cheeks. "Ohhhhh, baby, split my cheeks, frame them like a portrait."

Euphemia quirked an eyebrow at this reaction, and suddenly Shirley seemed to realise what exactly she'd been doing in front of her new friend. "S-Sorry about that," she said. "It was so weird! I got about ten steps away, when I couldn't bear it any longer. My old underwear felt so... uncomfortable compared to this thong, that I had to rush back to put it on."

Now, up until this point we'd not really seen the inside of Euphemia's pretty little head. One might think she's a bit of a scatterbrained idiot. Not a bimbo, or anything like that, but perhaps a little ditzy and airheaded. Not so. While Euphemia was a fun loving girl, she was thoughtful, always thinking. About the people around her, about the world that she lived in, abotu the problems people faced, and about how she wasn't smart enough to think of solutions to those problems

This one, though, she had pegged. She recognised right away that Shirley was a young woman in love, struggling against her own sexual desires. This is why she stepped forward to pull the girl into a deep hug, stroking her hair... and then guiding her hands down towards her cheeks.

"There there," Euphemia said, making sure to cop as much of a feel as possible. "I know. You're struggling against the fact that this is a porn thread, and that you're inevitably going to have hot kinky sex with that boy you like, while also struggling against freshly awakened sexual desires towards the pretty pink haired girl you befriended today."

"Guh!" Shirley gulped, and though Euphemia couldn't see it from this angle she could swear that steam was shooting out of Shirley's ears. "I -  I don't know what you - I don't have any latent sexual attraction towards you!"

"Oh? Then why were you staring at my butt like it was the last slice of cheesecake? Now, stop being silly about your new appreciation for thongs. It's not like you can get addicted to something like underwear, you simply learned that you prefer it now that you've tried it."

"I guess..." Shirley muttered to herself. In response, Euphemia guided Shirley's hands to her posterior and kissed her on the end of her nose. "H-Hey! What's that all about?!"

"Come on, let's get dressed and hit the town," Euphemia said, pulling back from the embrace. "Then you can tell me all about the cute boy that's got you so worked up."

There we go. Still a bit shy and flustered, but a bit calmer now. The two girls got dressed up, still wearing their thongs and left the changing room ready to pay as happy customers. Euphemia had to admit, knowing what she was wearing under her dress was making her feel quite alive - though really, Shirley's reaction before was quite over the top. The very notion that you could get addicted to underwear was the most ridiculous idea she'd ever -

"Excuse me!" an unfamiliar voice called out. The two of them turned to see a pretty green haired woman poking her head out of another changing room. "I need a second opinion, can the two of you help me with something?"

"If we can," Euphemia immediately answered, always eager to help those in need. Shirley nodded next to her, giving a thumbs up. Quite enthusiastic, wasn't she?

"Alright," the stranger said, then drew aside the curtains... and revealed perfection. Sheer, undiluted perfection in the form of ass. "How does this thong make my butt look?"

Several words did come to mind right away. Breathtaking. Earth shattering. Divine. Holy. Tempestuous. Succulent. It felt like each and every breath, every pulsing nerve, every heartbeat was making her butt jiggle ever so slightly. Not much. But enough. Noticeably enough. Euphemia felt something that she hadn't felt before. Enthralled. Utterly, helplessly enthralled by ass.

"My name is C.C." the stranger with the ultimate booty said, gently shifting her weight to and fro, causing both Euphemia and Shirley's viewpoints to shift with it. "State your desires. Go ahead, say what you want."

"I want Lelou to rock my world," Shirley said without hesitation. "I want him to notice me as a woman. I want him to desire me like I desire him."

"I want the ability to make the world a better place," Euphemia said. "Something that makes me stand out. The rest of my family is so special, but I have nothing..."

"Your wishes are granted," C.C. said. "I have enchanted those thongs you are wearing. The longer you wear them, the more bootylicious you will become. If you reach the limit to how bootylicious you wish to be, simply stop wearing them. You should begin to feel the effects right about -"

Boing! All of a sudden Euphemia felt... something shock her out of her admiration for this stranger's rear, a feeling that centered entirely in her own cheeks. She squirmed a bit, she bit her lip, and then - She felt something really, really good happening back there. Looking in a mirror, she saw it right away. Butt expansion. Her cheeks were rising like a loaf in the oven.

"Eeeek!" Shirley yelped, and on turning around Euphemia could see that the same thing was happening to her. "Oh no! This is going to ruin my swimming figure!"

Was this... magic? Euphemia turned back around to C.C. finding her twerking away in the changing room without a care in the world. "Did you do this?" the Princess asked. C.C. shrugged in response. "How....?"

"Do you not like it?" C.C. asked. "All you have to do is take off the thong you're wearing."

Shirley heard that and made a beeline back into the changing room, not even closing the door before hiking up her skirt, showing large quivering cheeks that seemed to undulate and jiggle without rhyme or reason. She yanked the thong down - and the jiggling stopped immediately, much to her apparent relief.

Euphemia though, she didn't believe in this. It was ridiculous. The idea that their underwear could be enchanted like that was as ridiculous as the idea it could be addictive to wear a thong. To demonstrate her point, Euphemia pulled her own off - and to her surprise and partial irritation, her own booty started to behave itself once again, quickly returning to normal. As was Shirley's.

"Nnnng!" Shirley groaned, staring at the offending strip of fabric with great frustration. "I can't - I can't stop myself! I have to - Ohhh yeah!"

"Sh-Shirley, why are you -" Euphemia gasped as Shirley put the thong back on, letting out a sound like a sexual high as the change took her once again. What? That was ridiculous, why had she -

Why... had she...?

The answer dawned on Euphemia hard and fast. Her hands betrayed her, moving against her will to pull the apparently enchanted underwear onto her once again, making sure to give herself as thorough a wedgie as possible. She barely even registered the sensation of her cheeks swelling up, rounding off, or her hips growing wider or her waistline more narrow to better accommodate the freshly bootylicious nature of her thong clad booty - Until that initial wave of euphoria wore off, and she quickly yanked it off again, letting it sit around her ankles.

"Ah, shame the thongs in this place are so comfortable that no woman can wear one and go back to normal underwear ever again," C.C. mused, twiddling her thumbs and spanking her own magnificent, glorious tush. "That's not my doing, by the way. Human engineering has really come along of late."

"How dare you -" Euphemia began, drawing upon every vestige of her inner Imperial Princess to unleash upon this - Upon this perverted wish granter, only for her hands to betray her yet again, pulling the thong back up, this time making her cum so hard she collapsed to her knees. "Ah! Ah! How big will they geeeet?!"

"As big as they need to be to grant your wish," C.C. answered. "Well, this has been fun. Catch you on the flip side."

"Who actually talks like that?!" Shirley yelled, experiencing the same struggle as Euphemia. At this point her hips were passed her shoulders, and her thighs were like pillars. Anything less wouldn't support cheeks of this magnitude. Honestly, Euphemia was a little afraid of what she'd see if she looked in the mirror. Gazed upon her own transformed appearance. Knowing all she had to do was take off this enchanted thong to return to normal - yet being unable to go thirty seconds without putting it back on.

Because the second she looked, she knew what would happen. She'd give in. She'd surrender. She'd fall in love with her new body.

"M-Maybe if we take each other's underwear, that would work?" Euphemia suggested. Honestly, at this point she was more trying to do this for Shirley than herself. While the conversation with Cornelia would be, to say the least, awkward, she would at least have the resources of Royalty to help her. Not Shirley. Cornelia wouldn't shell out a cent for her. "Th-the way she phrased it made it seem like - like- what are you doing?"

"I don't know," Shirley said. She had her hands on her knees and was mimicking C.C.'s actions from before. "I did it by accident once, and it made the material rub up between my cheeks. And there's soooo much more of my cheeks for it to rub between. I can't stop. I can't stop twerking!"

It was true. She couldn't. It was obvious she was putting a lot of effort into trying. Yet her body was betraying her. Bomf, bomf, bomf, bomf. The Princess, as full of empathy as ever, pulled Shirley into a hug - and then found herself being groped at her hips by her new friend, and compelled to turn around to look at herself in the mirror.

As she feared, Euphemia... loved it. Where her sister had always given off this kind of sexy, stern warrior woman vibe, Euphemia now gave off a weirdly seductive innocent vibe, enhanced by her new physique. It was much like Shirley's, except with less of a mind towards athleticness, not so much muscle and more.. Cute. She fell in love with it at first glance. It felt like her. She had found something unique and special that she could call hers.

"Mmm, big booty slut!" Shirley growled, pushing on Euphemia's hips, forcing her to dance. Not twerk, just a regular dance in place. "I love thongs, they are so sexy and comfortable." She made a slurping noise, like licking her lips in overly exaggerated fashion. "I love the way the fabric rides up on me. I love the way it sinks between my cheeks. I love the way it feels when I think I've summoned the strength to resist - only for my willpower to come crashing down."

Nothing Shirley had said was wrong. Every word of it, Euphemia had felt as well. She grabbed the waistband of her thong, and this time instead of plling it down she pulled it up, up, up as far as it could go, cheeks bouncing and jiggling and shaking and quaking, with her own hips unable to stop moving to keep them going.

The two girls turned around and stood crotch to crotch, grinding into one another. A voice in the back of Euphemia's mind was warning her to stop, because now the two of them were in the process of breaking one another. Completely. Totally. Irreversibly. If she didn't stop now then they couldn't ever stop. They'd become thong addicts. Bootylicious for the rest of their days.

Trouble was, she couldn't remember anymore why exactly that was a bad thing. With their hands on each other's hips, both of them had their heads thrown back, their bodies gyrating as their butts became bubble shaped, and each was lost in their own train of thoughts for what the future held.

Firstly, Shirley had decided that she was going to purchase a few new swimsuits for the team. Get them hooked on thongs as well - and gift Lelouch with a harem of big booty babes. He's an ass man, right? So he'd appreciate the gesture. Besides which, it would be so hot to watch them all fall. Maybe she'd get Madame Pres too! She'd need almost no coercion to play along with that kind of fun.

Meanwhile Euphemia - sweet, gentle selfless Euphemia - was having her morals twisted and corrupted by this experience, accepting that she was a thong addict and coming to the rather bizarre conclusion that thongs were the be all and end all of the problems she beheld with the Britannian Empire.

In particular she intended to share this experience with her beloved sister, Cornelia. She'd been so wound up for a while now, so focused on her work that she needed to learn to relax a bit. Getting her hooked on thongs - teaching her how to twerk, shaking her butt with flossy fabric, it would be the very best gift she could imagine giving.

"You're welcome!" C.C. said, waving at the two of them, feeling like she'd given them the best gift they'd ever have. "Now, try not to die this time around. Instead of breaking your men, give them the harem they've always deserved."

And then she sashayed her sexy immortal power granting booty out of the store in search of others to corrupt with ass magic. Funny thing, for some reason this version of C.C. didn't have anything like a death wish. Weird that.

Cocknosis DxD

To say that Yuto Kiba had a history with Holy Swords would be understating it quite a bit. He had a whole tragic backstory going on there, which involved the Church basically being a bunch of raging hypocrites who believed they could do whatever the hell they wanted if it was 'in God's name'. Fun thought - and this is to everyone reading this as well - doing shitty things to people 'in God's name' is probably the kind of thing that would piss off God the most.

In Kiba's case that shitty thing involved 'using orphans as experiments to try to recreate the conditions needed to make Holy Sword users artificially, instead of waiting for the once in a generation wielder to come along.' You can understand why they'd want such a thing, of course. Those blades were the ultimate weapons against Devils and Fallen Angels. The two biggest enemies the Church had (with the others being members of other faiths, obviously) were those two groups, so having swords that could, with a small cut, drain out their energy and leave them all but incapable of defending themselves is kind of a big deal.

But still. Using orphans for that purpose was - it was so pointlessly cruel. They couldn't find volunteers among the faithful? They were so desperate they had to do it this way? Why? And why now? The war between the Three Factions was cold, and had been for a long time. His life as a Devil had only served to make him even angrier, upon learning that the Devils had no intention of reigniting old conflicts owing to their population decline. All that suffering, all that death, had been completely and totally pointless.

He hated them. He hated Irina. He hated Xenovia. They were able to use those swords because of their suffering. He had no question of it. What had been done to them was 'being put to good use', and he hated it.

But not as much as he loved Issei's cock.

Oh, not the same way the girls loved it. More like - more like the same way that Irina and Xenovia worshipped God. It was powerful, enthralling, indomitable. How could he not worship it? He felt no sexual desire for it, more like he was awed by its presence. And when the orgy had happened in the ORC, when he'd had to fuck those two that he hated so much, Kiba felt fucking amazing. To his own great surprise he had enjoyed taking them even though deep down he'd love nothing more than to slice them in two and spit down the wound at both ends.

It was for the sake of Issei's cock that he would fight alongside them today. For no other reason would he ever dream of doing so. And if they were going to fight this ridiculous enemy - if they absolutely had to do that... then they were going to win!

Another stream of milk shot towards them, and Kiba dashed forward to slice it away with his sword, showing a level of skill above and beyond most human possibilities. While one might be tempted to say it was the magic of the sword he was using, his strike would have cleanly and safely split the stream even if he'd been using a mundane rapier.

But their enemies outnumbered them, and so milk shot out from more than just one direction. However, this was where Irina came in. Her Excalibur Mimic was capable of shapeshifting, and quickly took a form that enabled it to block every drop of milk from hitting her, while Xenovia lifted Excalibur Destruction over her head, using it to strike the ground and causing a large burst of destruction energy that obliterated the milk before it had a chance of coming into contact with her.

Still, this was a fight where they were outnumbered. While Tomoe, Reya and Tsubasa would not be enough of a threat by themselves to take any of them down, there were other members of Sona's peerage who might also join the battle at any time. Mittelt was currently sitting on top of the wall around the school, using her tits to hold up her parasol over her head while her hands kneaded and squeezed those dangerous weapons of hers.

"Oh no, don't mind me," Mittelt said. "It'll be so much more satisfying to see you fall to one on one fights against these three sluts, it will make your defeat all the more satisfying for me - and humiliating for you! Hohohoho!"

"One strike," Kiba said. "Scratch them with your swords, and that should be enough to put them down. There's no need to kill them. We'll turn them into Issei's cocksleeves."

Yes, that was the best avenue to take here. The Holy Swords needed but a scratch to take a Devil out of commission. It would sap their strength, rendering them unable to do anything at all. Do that much at least, and they win.

Kiba, on the other hand, had a bit more of a trying time of it. Not least because - unlike the girls - he had never felt Issei's cock inside of him. He'd watched as the boy had prepared for the battle by giving each of the members of his harem a deep, thorough ploughing - and that had obviously afforded him some protection so far. However, he knew that feeling it inside them must confer even greater protection to the girls. Combine that with his lack of Holy Sword, and he was bound to have a much harder time putting down his opponent.

For that reason, he'd focus on the girl that was the least physical threat. The Bishop, Reya. Xenovia and Irina would be better placed to take out the Knight and Rook quickly, while he kept Reya from using her magic against them from a distance. Mittelt still worried him, as he didn't believe for a second she was sincere about staying out of the battle. Nonetheless! Kiba rushed forward to meet her head on, fully prepared to use his swords to counter whatever magic she threw at him.

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Irina had to give her this much. That Rook was being clever in keeping her distance, and trying to attack from long range. It forced her to use Excalibur Mimic defensively, to block the pieces of debris and milk being hurled her way.

Still, she had no intention of remaining on the defensive for long.

"You were moaning about Issei's cock before, weren't you?" Irina asked. "Don't you remember how good it feels? How perfect it is?"

Tsubasa stopped her attack for a moment, giving Irina an opportunity. She rushed forward in an attempt to strike her - but Tsubasa jumped back in turn, staying out of her range. So it would take more than that, would it?

"Here!" Irina sadi, holding her Holy Sword aloft, and using its powers to change its shape into something she had recently determined to be true perfection. "Look at this. Don't you remember this? How perfect it is? How thoroughly splendid?"

That's right, Irina had used a sword made from the holiest of weapons to take the shape of Issei's cock. You may recall the scene where Issei unconsciously crafted a perfect sculpture of Rias in class? Well, this was to the same standard. A perfect replica in every way but colouration. So perfect that it made Tsubasa's breath catch in her throat, and her gaze to fall perfectly upon it, like a cobra staring enraptured by a flute as Irina waved it back and forth, as if beckoning her to come forward.

"I-Issei is the king of breasts!" Tsubasa moaned wantonly, groping at herself desperately. "That's why- That's why I gotta please him with these tits! I have to feel his cock in between them!"

"Then come a little closer," Irina beckoned. That's right, fall under its power once again. "You cannot resist Issei's cock. No girl can. I couldn't either, and it was so... So..."

Oh, it really was perfect wasn't it? Irina almost couldn't help but admire her own handiwork. "So perfect," she sighed. "Like him. He was always so much fun to hang around with. Ever since we were little I've always loved him. It's why I tried so hard to become more girly for him, so that when we met again he might return those feelings."

She bit her lip and sighed. "And then, I learned he'd become a Devil. It broke my heart. The idea he could become an enemy... But then, luckily, his cock made me realise that we could still be allies. If I became his cocksleeve, acknowledged him as the rightful King of Breasts and let him use my body however he liked I - I wanted that so badly that I gave into the cocknosis without a fight. I love him."

She reached out to stroke Excalibur Mimic, thinking of earlier when he'd taken her in his bedroom. Passionately holding her, touching her body, letting her touch him however she liked. She honestly wasn't sure, at that moment, which of them was a bigger pervert.

"I love Issei. I also love his cock, but it's a seperate thing. I don't mind that he has sex with lots of other girls. I don't mind the idea of being a part of his harem. So long as we're with each other, that's all that matters. I will save him and his cock from being a Devil, and return him to God's grace through my own love for him."

"I love his cock tooooo!" Tsubasa squealed, snapping Irina out of her self induced trance. Looking up, she saw Tsubasa directly in front of her, eyes rolled up into the back of her head and tongue flopping out wildly. Before Irina could do anything else, the Rook seized her arms - and then pinned Irina's boobs up against those... those... amazingly perfect mounds.

"I won't give in that easi-" Irina began to protest, but Tsubasa - seeming to act automatically  - shut her up by putting her tongue down Irina's throat. Irina scowled. While these tits were amazing, they weren't a shade on Issei's cock. She could still easily remember what it was like to be drilled by that dick over and over again.

But... Then she felt it. Movement in between her boobs. When Tsubasa began to rub her body up and down against Irina's, it was causing Excalibur Mimic - still in the form of Issei's cock - to rub up against her. it was as if Issei was giving her a titjob. Ooh! No! No, don't give in. There must be a way out of this. If she could transform Excalibur Mimic back into a sword and have it cut Tsubasa -

But that would involve removing this feeling from her body. Irina moaned wantonly into Tsubasa's mouth, and the Rook returned the favour. Even so, Irina knew that she wouldn't lose to this. She couldn't lose to this! She had faith. She had faith in God.. and also in her love for Issei!

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Xenovia had to admit that this Devil was more skilled with the blade than she had first anticipated. As befitting a Knight, her movements were fast and precise, yet chaotic and multidirectional. She whirled around like a hurricane, testing Xenovia's defenses while also parrying Xenovia's own attempts to breach hers. An equal in terms of skill - who was occasionally squeezing her tit to squirt milk at Xenovia, forcing her to block it, throwing off her tempo and forcing her to readjust.

"You've got an amazing body," Tomoe said, licking her lips like a ravenous beast. "It'll look even better when you have a nice big pair of tits on you!"

"I'm perfectly happy with my breasts the way that they are!" Xenovia countered. "And so is Issei! The King of Breasts is content to breed me like a sow, and I shall bear him strong children who will fight in the name of God!"

The two of them were in a classic face off position now, the two of them bracing their blades against each other, trying to push the other back. In Tomoe's case, her goal was obviously to get close enough to push her tits into Xenovia's body, while Xenovia was merely trying to push her adversary back.

"Go for it Tomoe!" Mittelt jeered from the sidelines. Xenovia had been keeping a close eye on her for a while now, fully expecting her to interfere - but no, the Fallen Angel had apparently been content to watch from the sidelines as they crossed blades. "Overcome this small breasted wannabe breeding sow. Show her the superiority of tits!"

Tomoe's hands were both on the hilt of her blade, otherwise Xenovia would have easily pushed her back. However, she made a grave tactical error here, attempting to use her elbows to pinch the sides of her tits. Such a shift in grip gave Xenovia the edge she needed, easily pushing the Knight back while ducking a squirt of milk. Slipping off to the side, Xenovia slammed the ground beneath Tomoe's feet, unleashing destruction magic and sending her enemy flying into the air, caught off guard by the sudden explosion.

However, she righted herself quickly, backflipping and preparing to land - only to find Xenovia right there next to her, slicing the girl's arm with the edge of her Holy Sword.

After that, Tomoe's landing was awkward to say the least. The magic of the blade did its work quickly, robbing her of her strength, making her incapable of moving, and certainly of fighting. Now, she could return her attention to Mittelt, who was floating down towards her while twirling her parasol overhead. Do note that it was still in her cleavage, and she was simply manipulating her tits to make it spin like that.

"Not bad, not bad at all!" Mittelt jeered. "But how do you feel about taking me on?"

"Fallen Angels are often more prideful than Devils, in my experience," Xenovia warned. Her eyes flickered down to those marvelous mounds. Yes, no question of it. If Issei was not such a giving, gifted lover then those tits would have certainly swayed her. "What makes you think you'll last any longer than her?"

"Oh, I shouldn't need to last too long," Mittelt said, casually tossing a barrage of light arrows at Xenovia from above. Easily dodged. "Just long enough for you to see that tits are greater than God."

"I will not permit that heresy to enter my ears unchallenged!" Xenovia roared, leaping into the air to strike at Mittelt while the Fallen Angel rose sharply up into the air, but not nearly enough to escape her grasp -

Only for her to suddenly be yanked back down to earth, landing face first in the unconscious Tomoe's cleavage. Eh? Eh?! What had just - What happened there?

"Oh fuck, that's so hot," a boy said from somewhere nearby. "Not as hot as railing Sona over her own desk, but still pretty nice. Using Absorption Line to connect her to Tomoe was a super good idea."

Absorption Line? What was that? It sounded like some kind of ability. Checking herself, Xenovia felt some sort of line tying her directly to Tomoe. It was slack now, but it must have grown taut when she'd jumped into the air. With herculean effort, and reminding herself of Issei's amazing cock, Xenovia pulled her head free from Tomoe's tits, and looked up just in time to see milk land directly on her head from on high, leaving her feeling giddy, dizzy, and weirdly weak.

"Do you know what the best part about that power is, by the way?" Mittelt continued to mock. "Even now, it's draining your energy and feeding it back into Tomoe. How long do you think it will be before she's back to full strength, while you're the one left weak and helpless?"

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"You know I always liked you, right?" Reya asked as Kiba rushed in. "Oooh, I was never all that outspoken about it, but -"

Kiba's blade of Sleep sliced into Reya's body - only to reveal a barrier around her body. A fairly powerful one at that. As he thought. A Bishop should be able to do at least this much. Though he had to admit that it was a fairly powerful barrier, and he was a little concerned that an attack strong enough to break through it would likely harm Reya quite a bit as well.

"But I really like you, and have for ages now," Reya said, maintaining eye contact with Kiba while groping herself. Kiba ignored that, in a more cold way than he normally played off a girl's advances. "I can't wait to rub my tits all over your body. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"It does, and that's why we can't." Kiba summoned swords. As many as he could manage, as he wasn't entirely sure what sort of magic he would need to counter from her. First, something to dispel her barrier. "I refuse to fall under the influence of titnosis! My pride as Rias' Knight -"

"Is worthless under the might of titnosis," a new voice added, right as he was swinging his sword at the barrier. It struck, and Reya's barrier did shatter - but then, the next moment after this, a pair of arms pulled him backwards, nestling his head into what could only be cleavage.

After a moment the source of the voice became apparent to him. Sona's Queen. Tsubaki Shinra! But how? How had he not noticed her presence? it would be one thing if there had been places to hide, but even behind the walls surrounding the school he would have seen Tsubaki long before now!

"My specialisation is Presence Erasure," Reya said. "If we had needed to hide her for longer I would have needed Momo's help, but since it was only for a little while..."

Kiba tried to pull himself free from Tsubaki's grip - but she was using Rook like strength to keep him in place. Holding him there long enough for Reya to step forward, keeping her tits levelled at his head, and then - smothering his head in tits until his body went limp and his mind went somewhere else.

Like this, it seemed that defeat was inevitable. The might of titnosis, spread among so many powerful people, might not be stoppable by anyone in any realm.

Unless...?

CG Dreamscape

Around Ashford Academy, Lelouch Lamperouge had a reputation as a lazy genius. He barely seemed to pay attention in class, did the minimum amount of effort - but then aced the exams at the end of the year. In particular he had a tendency to excel in matters of history, English and mathematics - while his work in the more specific sciences were above average, Nina Einstein was still above him in each of them. All this despite him tending to fall asleep in class, having mastered the art of doing so in such a way that he appeared to still be awake.

Today was different though. Today, he felt energised. It was to the point that even Milly commented on it, saying "Hey, whatever energy drink you've found, share some with the rest of us."

"Milly! That stuff is really bad for you!" Shirley protested. "It's all empty calories, and the energy it gives isn't a substitute of any kind for real exercise."

Lelouch chuckled while putting away papers. "I can't explain it myself," he said. "Lately, my sleep has been difficult, but last night I slept like a baby."

"Waking up three times in the middle of the night crying out for milk?" Kallen quipped. She yawned and shook her head. "Well, it's good to see you actually doing work for a change, instead of just delegating to others."

"What are you saying? I do my own share of hard work as well," Lelouch said. "Organising everyone is quite exhausting too- Ah!"

He'd fumbled his pen, and it had rolled under the table. Tsk, tsk. With a shrug and a sigh Lelouch left his chair to crawl down after it. Hardly the most dignified thing to happen when he was defending his integrity and work ethic, but it was nothing worth getting embarrassed over.

That being said, now that he was down here he was noticing something that was quite <s>strange</s> arousing. It wasn't something he'd meant to notice, but there it was. Right there, unmistakable before his very eyes. The very obvious bulges poking up in the trousers and skirts of his fellow council members. What he should do was obvious, <s> get out from under the table and not mention it</s>. <s>Ignore it</s>.

"Say, Kallen, I couldn't help but notice your legs seem especially nice today. New workout?" Milly asked, the bulge seeming to throb all the harder as she spoke.

What he should do was his duties as the vice president of the Slutty Council. His obligations were obvious. To empty the balls of his peers. Yes. That felt <s>weird</s> logical. <s>Insane</s> Rational. As such, he slid over towards Milly, the council president, as she was most obviously in immediate need. While she had commented on Kallen's legs, her own were perfectly fine too. He slid her skirt up, beholding her large shaft and swollen balls, then opened his mouth to draw the shaft in as far as he could.

"Ah, there we go!" Milly sighed. "I was wondering if he'd take the hint. That's a good vice president. While you're good and talented at keeping us organised, you're so much better when you turn that smart brain off and suck our dicks."

"Really now, Madame Pres?" Shirley asked. "I don't think Lelou is capable of turning off his brain."

"I think it might be good for him if he did," Suzaku quickly added. "That's always been his problem. Always thinking too hard."

"Maybe he needs a girlfriend?" Kallen quipped. "Someone who can rock his world every single night, make him shut off his brain and let his penis do all the thinking for him."

"Mmm, that sounds nice," Nina said. "A Lelouch that thinks with his penis. And only his penis. Who is completely driven by his sex drive, and can only think about getting laid."

"Surrendering to his libido," another voice added, though whose he couldn't place.

"Giving in to his most primal urges," another voice.

"Becoming a slave to pleasure. To lewdness, and perversion."

"And pushing others to become just as slutty as him."

All this while Lelouch had sucked and sucked on Milly's cock, while his hands had snaked out to grab the two penises to his left and right. One, he thought was Suzaku's. The other, Shirley's. He pumped and pumped them for all they were worth while bobbing his head back and forth the entire time, making sure to control his gag reflex and to further ensure that Milly's pleasure was maximised at all times, because her pleasure meant his.

Then, one after another, the three of them... came. Milly in his mouth, and Lelouch felt a stirring in his chest, as his breasts began to swell up the way they usually did right after a good blowjob. He made sure to swallow all of her <s>disgusting</s> delicious semen to maximise the effect, ensuring that his breasts were as big as they could get. Then with an almighty grunt, Shirley came all over his hand, which caused his rear to swell up - but before it had even finished Suzaku came as well, which meant Lelouch had to lick his own hands clean.

One might call Lelouch's figure hourglass state in this form, as he smoothed his hands down his body. Curiously, he found that his boy's uniform had changed completely into something far more... revealing. A purple leotard with bat prints, clinging to his feminine body like a second skin, and tiny wings protruding from his back that, somehow, weren't hitting the table...

But there was no time to dwell on that. Rivalz, Kallen and Nina still needed their cocks dealt with. Which Lelouch got to with aplomb.

"Ah, thanks a ton buddy, you have no idea how backed up I was," Rivalz said, putting his hand on Lelouch's head to push his big throbbing dick as far down his throat as it could go. Lelouch's wings flapped happily.

"It's not healthy to stay so backed up now, Rivalz," Milly teased. "Don't tell me, you were thinking again instead of completely surrendering to your lust like a good boy should. Let your brains shoot out of your dick, let all your smarts drain away through an endorphin rush. Embrace your slutty future."

"Don't try to fight it, you've all but lost at this point," Shirley added, sounding weirdly smug. Whatever. It didn't matter.

"At this point, you're wrapped around my little finger," Suzaku said. "Soon, I won't need to do anything at all to alter your thinking, or your dreams."

"You'll come up with dirty shit all on your own," Kallen said. Lelouch looked up at her. She was wearing the same kind of uniform that Lelouch was. Which... she had always been wearing, right? Of course she would. Horny girls like her would obviously wear slutty clothes that showed off their bodies. "And when that happens, you'll be my first slave in this world. My first of oh so many."

As he sucked and jerked and sucked and jerked, Lelouch's body expanded greatly, putting shame to his earlier 'hourglass' figure, with hips that could probably knock a Knightmare over to breasts that could serve as floatation devices. But it wasn't enough. Might never be enough. He truly could feel his brain going blank as his body filled out, until he all but passed out right there under the table, feeling more happy and fulfilled than LElouch could ever remember feeling -

And then he woke up. Alone in the meeting room, with the sun down. "Ah... what a pleasant dream," he said aloud to nobody in particular, stretching and shaking his head. "I only wish that I could remember it."

Oh well. He didn't have anything planned for tonight. It would be a good chance for him to relax a little, spend some time with his sister. Taking a deep breath, Lelouch strode out of the room, trying to puzzle through what he'd been dreaming about lately, as usually he had a better memory for dreams. Whatever it had been it had been pleasant. Perhaps what he would do after he had made the world a gentler place? What he would do to his mother's killer? No, it wasn't either of those. It was definitely something -

He heard a strange sound from the room next to the meeting room. Curiosity peaked, he took a peek inside, and found Nina within. Humping against the edge of a table.As if she was trying to break the corner off with her thighs. Normally he'd quirk an eyebrow, try to forget seeing such a thing, and then leave her to it while also taking care to divert anyone else away from this room for a while.

But today...? He smoothed his hands down his feminine body, feeling the snug fitting leotard comfortably up against his skin. Felt his bat wings flutter behind him, and then stepped inside while rolling his hips suggestively.

"Need help with something Nina?" Lelouch asked in a husky tone. The shy girl nearly jumped out of her skin, and turned towards him - revealing a massive bitchbreaker of a cock, harder than steel, throbbing menacingly as if it might burst at any time. On the table in front of her was an assortment of newspaper clippings. All showing the same person. Euphemia.

It wasn't hard to understand why. Euphemia was very pretty. A pure and innocent soul who Lelouch had always <s>liked</s> wanted to corrupt. Her pretty smiling face, her ample bosom, her slender waist. She was all but asking to be bent over a table and shown ultimate pleasure. Alas, he was certain her heart belonged to Suzaku - though honestly, he was happy for the two of them. They both had so much in common.

Like a desperate, crushing need to be sexually corrupted as soon as possible.

"I really can't fault your taste, Nina, but she might be a little out of reach," Lelouch said, tenderly stroking Nina's hair. The girl looked away, her cock still hard.

"I know, it's because she's pretty and perfect, while I'm ugly and worthless," Nina said. Actually, that's not what Lelouch had meant at all. It was more like 'she's a Princess, and her bodyguards won't let you within a half mile of her.' He thought fairly carefully here. Honestly, he didn't know as much about Nina as he did the other council members. The others were all confident, outspoken, but she was always the quiet one of the group.

The revelation she was a lesbian was not that much of a shock, if he was being honest. He knew so little about her that it honestly felt... right. Hrm. Perhaps he should try to <s>help Nina look for someone more attainable</s> try to set up a threesome between Euphemia and Suzaku.

"Now, Nina, don't be like that," Lelouch said, grabbing onto Nina's penis and gently stroking it. "You're a beautiful, intelligent woman with a complete bitchbreaker of a cock."

"It's not that big..." Nina mumbled. "There's no way it would break a bitch the instant it was stuck in her."

"Of course it would," Lelouch said, pumping it harder now. "Look, why don't you give me a try? I bet you I'll cum my silly horny succubus enthralled brains out before you even get it half way in."

Lelouch's wings beat behind him, and he settled down with his hands on the table, shapely rear end aimed up at his fellow council member. She left her dick lying in the cleft of his ass, nervously stammering to herself.

"Are you sure?" she asked, thrusting her hips back and forth, drawing the full length in between Lelouch's cheeks. "If I do this, it - it would mean that you've basically given in and that your brain is so addled with lust that you'll help turn this entire world into a den of sin."

"Trust me, Nina," Lelouch replied, finding her remarks <s>unusual</s> nothing worth worrying about. He slapped his own butt, then deliberately squeezed his firm cheeks around her rock solid shaft. "This will give you exactly the confidence boost that you need."

"Alri~ight," Nina sang, and then she began. To use it. Her weapon, pushing it inside Lelouch with a single thrust. He had been wrong before. Half way, he'd said? A quarter had been more than sufficient to reduce him to a puddle of gasping thirsty bitch.

While Nina was the most petite member of the council by quite a way, her thrusting body was practically shoving Lelouch off his feet until his whole body was on the desk. Of course, the fact that he was the boy and she was the girl was quite lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Ah!" Lelouch grunted. "Th-this is perfect training for you, Nina! Use this cock on Euphemia, and she'll be yours forever!"

"She won't be the only one," a voice that wasn't Nina's whispered in his ear. "Hrm... still not quite there after all, but not far now. Time to wake up."

And then... he woke up for real this time, in his room, on the floor where he'd been sleeping since C.C. took his bed. She was still out cold, it seemed. For the best. He'd woken up with quite a bit of morning wood- which was happening more frequently recently, for some reason. Perhaps that had something to do with why he'd been feeling so refreshed? No matter. He could make a quick stop off to the bathroom to jerk off, and then continue with his day.

Negima C+S

In the time that Chao had come from, the future was... not a great place to live. Those who used magic were hated and distrusted by the general human race. War was constant. Surviving was a matter of quick thinking, sharp reflexes and knowing how to use what you had at your disposal well. Her own skills had been sharply honed by this experience.

Perhaps, paradoxically, that's why she was falling under the influence of Chiu's obviously hypnotic performance. Compared to what she'd experienced in her own time, it was fairly primitive mental manipulation. However, that only meant the spell was bouncing off the last automatic line of defense her mind had set up. It was slipping right on by everything else, purely because she was so used to having those defenses up in the future - so this peaceful and more relaxed time, by comparison, had made her relax enough that it was getting to her a bit deeper than it might normally.

<i>"You and I both know you can't resist watching my show,"</i> Chiu said, continuing to dance onscreen, very occasionally showing off little hints of her body, not enough to be blatantly dirty, but enough for it to be distracting. Very brief panty shots, a hint of sideboob, more thigh than the dress she was wearing intended to show off. Her movements were incrementally  becoming lewder by the moment, her dance a touch more erotic by degrees, still the sort of thing you could get away with in public, but she was definitely putting more work into her hips throughout it. <I>"Can't resist, don't even try."</i>

"Ah, this is quite a bit different from her usual show," Chao said, tapping her lips. "And yet, I cannot look away! How enthralling she is, how full of charisma."

In fact, now that Chao was really thinking about it she wanted to dance as well. Well, why not? Chiu looked like she was having a lot of fun, so why not relax a bit by dancing along? Chao had done a lot of research about trends of the past before coming, so she knew all sorts of dances. Which dance should she do? Not pole dancing, nor lap dancing as she didn't have the requisite pole or lap to dance on. Strange that her first two leaps would be erotic dances, but there you go. Ballroom was out for lack of a partner, so... Belly dancing it was!

Inside Chao's mind, beneath the barrier that hadn't yet been impacted by the mind control, Chao was laughing at how she was meant to be the villain here, but this was such a villain move on Chiu's part. Then it set about getting to work on undoing this effect. All while her own body, on the outside, was still dancing away. Grinding her tummy with her hands atop her head, occasionally waving her arms around to help her keep her balance, and then tucking up her shirt so that her navel was exposed.

Now, that's a really fun image, but for the time being let's settle in on that inner Chao, who was thus far unaffected by the mental manipulation spell. Let's say, for the sake of metaphor, that she was standing in a kitchen, preparing a meal that would serve as a pushback against this mental effect intruding upon her mind.

"Ah, this really is quite primitive..." Chao tsked. "It would be like if something dreadful like smallpox suddenly reared up in the future. Gone for so long that nobody is immune to it anymore." Nonetheless, she set about tossing 'vegetables' into the air, and then expertly slicing through them, letting them land in a bowl in her other hand without a bit of difficulty. "Still, the cure is well known enough that it should not be difficult to recreate. Let's see, where did I leave the 'pork'...?"

"Here it is," said Chiu, handing the pork over to her.

"Thank you very much, girl who is secretly my anc- Oh? You are in here? How?"

Chiu spun around and curtseyed for Chao. "Evangeline is really strong, really clever, and has seen magic evolve over literal centuries. She suspected there would be people out there who were immune to her effect, so we cooperated and developed a little program that -" She began to fade out as she was speaking. "Ah, wait a moment! I've seen enough of your memories to make you a deal!"

Out of pure curiosity, Chao brought her back into existence and stopped rejecting her. Fascinating, programmable magic on that level wasn't meant to be developed for another fifty years. This must be what it means when two geniuses of their era collaborate on something. Not to mention, the idea of these two inflicting perverted mind control on people was extremely out of character for them, so she really should find out more either way.

"So, the future you're coming from really, really sucks," Chiu said, wagging her finger at Chao in a cutesy, idolish sort of way. "So~ooo, why don't we ditch your evil plan, and instead use mass brainwashing to make everyone too horny to keep the chain of hate going?"

"Ahahaha! That's a really funny idea!" Chao said, clapping in genuine amusement. "Undo that future by way of mass orgy! How hilarious!"

"So you're in?"

In response, Chao crossed her arms to form an X in front of her neck. "Denied!" she cried out, still smiling widely. "Mass brainwashing is exactly the sort of thing an evil dictator does!"

"Says the girl who intends to eradicate any opposition once magic is revealed," Chiu said. Chao rolled her eyes, waved her hand and sent the program out of this part of her brain before it could do anything else. How ridiculous. How foolish. The very notion that she could be so easily swayed...

...

Actually, there might be more merit to the plan than she was giving it. Not in becoming a pervert herself, or anything like that. Chao licked her lips and smoothed her hands down her side, finding her usual clothes there. The idea seemed tempting, but she couldn't change the recipe now, you can't just take specific ingredients and make something else out of it... Unless you had time magic, which she did, in which case it was easy to turn pork into chicken and vegetables into pasta.

Anyway, she double checked her clothes were still there. Not replaced with a naked apron or something ridiculous like that. It wasn't. Which was good. Even though naked aprons were a fetish that had lasted from the 18th century all the way until her time - well, letting herself get influenced like this simply wouldn't do at all, now would it?

Chao continued on with her recipe undaunted and unperverted, cutting up the pork and dropping it, alongside the vegetables, into a frying pan alongside delicately selected seasoning and spices. A touch of sauce here at just the right moment - voila! Now she would be protected from the effects of her great grandmother's hypnotic show!

But others would not be.

Thinking about it, Chiu was quite popular was she not? Her fans would have watched, and almost none of them would have the same kind of magical protection that Chao had. If even 10% of Chiu's fans watched this dance, then even with a 50/50 shot of having some mild resistance, that was still several hundred people now hypnotized. Turned into perverts. Brainwashed by her dancing, the music, the little subliminal magical effects embedded in the video...

"Oh," Chao muttered to herself. "Chisame wouldn't have done this if she hadn't been affected by some form of hypnosis herself, so there must be someone higher up." One candidate came to mind right away. That little pervy ermine! Yes, that made sense. Analysing the commands being given by Chiu, it seemed as though Chisame was trying to form her own little faction of perverts to do battle with Chamo's! Put in that context, everything takes on a whole new meaning. A world being led by a perverted Chisame would certainly be a few steps up from a world run by Chamo...

"Well, that being the case, what's the harm in pretending to be brainwashed and going along with it for a little while?" Chao said, a truly wicked smirk stretching across her face. This time, she allowed her clothes to transform into a naked apron, and filed away this dinner for later on, when she'd need it. To expel the influence from her mind. This would keep in the metaphorical fridge, while she prepared in the background for her own schemes, her own plans and plots. Nudging this towards her own desired conclusion, without surrendering to the perversion, was certainly well within the scope of her abilities.

For the time being though, she'd have a bit of fun and mimic her outer self, belly dancing her cares away while enjoying Chiu's show, letting her surface level thoughts be corrupted while her inner self remained under control. She'd join her great grandmother's side of this conflict, and then when the time was right she'd take control over it for herself, and use it to make the future a truly better place for everyone.

But to facilitate that, she'd need to use her advanced knowledge to help this little show reach a broader audience. Kukuku...

And while Chao did her little belly dance in her own protected vault, an image of her own great grandmother and the brilliant Evangeline didn't join her in here, giving her advice on how to really shake her booty. Of course not. Such things would be quite perverted, after all...

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Nodoka felt like a kid in a candy store, and not just because she was in the middle of the library. In fact, yes, she did normally feel that way. Today it was for a different reason. Today, Konoka and Chizuru would have to obey any command she gave them for the next five minutes.

She felt spoiled for choice. Yet she also knew she could not, should not abuse it! This opportunity was... it was too much! They'd already taken off their underwear for her, and so many ideas were swirling around in her head that she didn't know what to do with them! Not enough time for all of them, and she was too weak willed to turn any down!

But then, she heard an alert. On reflex she checked it. Chiu had a show going, and she'd missed the start. A lump caught in her throat as she opened it up, and found Chiu... Dancing. Lewdly. <i>"Trust in me, trust in me... Watch my dancing body, isn't it fun?"</i>

Which gave her an idea. "Pull your phones out. Watch Chiu's new show."

The two of them did so without an ounce of hesitation.

"Now... dance like she's dancing."

The two of them began, holding their phones up so they could see what Chiu was doing at any given moment, but otherwise copying her motions exactly. None of the three of them aware that the show was full of potent mental manipulation effects as well, intended to turn the viewer into a pervert under Chiu's thrall.

Konoka and Chizuru both lifted up their free arms and swung them over their heads. Konoka was shorter, but they managed to make their palms meet, and their fingers intertwined. That allowed them a bit of a fulcrum for better hip-swaying. Then keeping each other close, they swung around and shook their booties right in Nodoka's direction. All the while, they were still watching Chiu's video to see what she'd do next. At the start, there was a few seconds difference in what they did after Chiu did it. But eventually they were so in tune with how Chiu danced that they were doing it right at the same time. Their breasts pushed together as they grew close, and used their elbows to press their bosoms together.

"Oh sweet heavens," Nodoka muttered to herself as the hypnotized two smacked their rears and then mashed their backsides together. It was like watching robots dance, they were so in touch with one another. Only robots weren't so soft and… Nodoka remembered that Chachamaru existed and changed that way of thinking. She went back to enjoying how Chizuru lifted up Konoka's shirt, and Konoka pulled up Chizuru's in turn, exposing their stomachs. Konoka's was rather trim while Chizuru had a faint bit of softness around it, but they both looked splendid. Now they grabbed onto each other's waist with their non-phone hand so they could twirl and bend, giving their boobs a nice press.

And then... the swirls in their eyes wore off and they stopped dancing.

"Huh...?" Konoka mumbled. "Chiu? What's she doing?"

"She appears to be dancing," Chizuru said. "Oh my, that is quite inappropriate for a..."

She trailed off, and the two of them let out a deep sigh. Meanwhile, Nodoka was in the middle of a panic attack, blissfully unaware of how good her situation now was.

"I wasted the whole five minutes on them dancing!" she wailed, clutching at the sides of her head. "Noooo! It was the perfect opportunity, and I wasted it on that?!" She could have made them give her a puff-puff, or just shower her with sexy compliments, or sit on her face, or let her sit on <i>their</i> faces...

Her agony at the very least, pulled her away from Chiu's show. While the other two had now traded the hypnosis of the school's perverted headmaster for the hypnosis of, what in all honesty, was the most perverted student in the school before this whole mess with Chamo started.

Those Horny Aliens

This was it. This was the best chance they would ever get. I mean, let's have no illusions about this, they were three perfectly ordinary girls, and these two were aliens from outer space. They could fly and shit. What the hell were they supposed to do against that? The militaries of the world probably couldn't slow these two down if they decided to do something.

On the other hand, their guard was down. Could you ask for a better chance than this? Like this, they could put all of their cunning and guile to the test. Come up with a plan. Save their Earth man meat for themselves instead of the hot scantily clad aliens. It was for the sake of the human race! They couldn't fail, they could not afford to! They would take these alien girls someplace, and then show them what for by outthinking them with true human brainpower and creativity!

There was one unfortunate, obvious flaw in this plan. Between the three of them they could, maybe, on an especially alert day when they'd all had coffee, outsmart the snail crawling under the fence just to their left.

That's even before we get into their personality issues. Megane was an egotistical military otaku with delusions of grandeur. Chibi was kind of a pushover, and Perm seemed more interested in seeing how things would blow up than actually succeeding.

To put it another way-  exactly the sort of girls that a certain group of alien troublemakers used to pick up when they were in middle school.

Yes, you read that right. Pick up. Not pick on. Not bullied... or at least, not bullied in the traditional sense. You keep forgetting how thoroughly lewd this society is, don't you? Try not to think about it too much though, it's not like they actually did anything dirty at that point...

But that was then. This was now, and Benten was in the mood to try out some of the local cuisine, so to speak. Her sexual orientation was a bit different from Lum's, mind, in spite of her best efforts to persuade the hot oni otherwise. Besides, Benten had that sneaking suspicion that Lum was hiding something... And maybe if she got lucky with one of these earthlings, she could figure out what that something was.

Still, their dress sense was kinda throwing her off because it showed off nearly nothing. Then again, that was kinda teasing in its own way, huh?

Meanwhile, Lum was trying to figure out how the hell she was going to keep Benten from learning that planet Earth was Sex Central, so she could hoard all the Penis to herself and keep her overdriven hormones under check.

On the other hand, the way that Benten was checking these three out... If she could get her set up with an Earth woman, then that probably wouldn't be anything new to her. Hell, at worst all that would get out is that "hey, Earth babes are great in bed" and that would keep the lesbians from Earth and the greater galaxy distracted with each other, which wouldn't impact her in the least... Nor the men, for that matter. Which was weird for her to think about.

Anyway, the point is that you can see how these three different lines of thought are sort of weirdly in line with each other, but also kind of very much opposed to one another, right? Well, let's see what is going on with our 'brilliant' trio.

"So, where are we taking them?" Perm asked a little too loudly. Megane grabbed her into a headlock and whispered to explain her reasoning.

"You know how Superman's weak to Kryptonite?" Megane whispered. The other two nodded. "Right. And Martian Manhunter's scared shitless of fire. Right? So! Stands to reason that these sluts from outer space have a weakness too! We're gonna figure out what it is and use it against them!"

The logic was infallible, but only because actual logic took one look at it and buggered off.

To the aliens, Megane turned and smiled. "Why don't we all go to a place where lots of young people like to hang out and play around! You're already appropriately dressed, so you'll fit right in!"

Then to her friends she whispered "Maybe they're weak to water, kukuku!"

"Water," Chibi muttered. "The stuff that covers the majority of this planet's surface. The most common compound, and what makes up the majority of the cells in every living thing - and since they look pretty humanoid, is probably true for them too..."

But she didn't raise a complaint, as always Chibi followed along with what Megane wanted to do. In this case, taking Lum and Benten to the pool.

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It turned out that Lum and Benten did have a weakness to water. They enjoyed playing in it way too much.

“I can’t believe they aren’t melting or something.” Megane said, having swapped her glasses for a pair of goggles which somehow matched her loud red one-piece. "I was certain that their human like physiology would surely toil and struggle within the water!"

“What’s with the water havin’ this weird smell?” Benten said, having actually changed into a bikini for the occasion.

“Err, it’s chlorine. To keep it clean.” Chibi said, having just put on her school swimsuit.

“Huh, weird. I guess you gotta make do if you don’t have purifying machines.” Benten said, while another guest at the pool swam up to her.

"Hey, you girls on your -" a boy started to ask Benten, only to get a beach ball slammed into the side of his head before he could finish hitting on her, something she was absolutely not used to - though Lum had just barely enough experience on Earth now to recognise what was happening.

"Oops, sorry!" Lum called out from across the pool. "Silly me, how rough! Teehee!"

"Oy, Lum! I don't mind ya playing rough with me, but be more careful with the earthlings!" Benten huffed, puffing out her chest. "You there, help me get this guy out the pool and into the shade so he can rest up a bit." She said that while pointing to Perm.  She had been staying out of the pool, presumably because she didn’t want her hair messed up. Instead she had been sunbathing wearing a blue bikini with a snowflake pattern across it.

“M-me?” Perm said, blushing faintly. "Uh, okay, I guess?" She was trying not to look at Benten directly, or at least not Benten’s chest. Which made Benten’s grin widen.

"Hrmph! Attacking our Earth men like that? Practically a declaration of war, especially when he was just being nice..." Megane mumbled to herself. Chibi rolled her eyes. "You, keep an eye on Benten, while I watch Lum! Her and her stupid sexy body with its alluring waistline, healthy thighs, magnificent bosom, cute face and otherworldly appeal..."

Chibi smiled to herself, shrugged, then wandered off to a nearby vending machine for a drink, stayed there for half a minute, then wandered over to where she had seen Benten and Perm take that boy. The boy was still out cold, being attended to by a lifeguard - while the girls weren't there. Didn't take too long to find them though - they'd managed to get into a storage closet and were currently playing a game of 'whose tongue can reach the back of the other's throat first' which, to Chibi's estimation, Benten was pretty confidently winning.

“Ah.. nhnn… we...  can’t…”

“What, worried about getting caught?” Benten teased, kissing the shorter girls pale neck while one of her hands slid under the bikini top to fondle her breast. "Makes it more exciting!"

“D-damn it I didn’t even know I-”

“I have that effect.” Benten said, bracing Perm up against the wall and sliding down. Her head slipping between her bikini clad thighs.

At which point Chibi decided it was time to get the hell out of there because she did not want to watch her fellow anti-alien club member get eaten out by an alien.
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Megane practically stormed out of the pool, frustrated that her plan for discovering the weakness of these two slutty aliens had only resulted in a thoroughly good time by all. So much frustration that she couldn't stop smiling and humming to herself! Though she was also frustrated by the fact that Perm seemed a little more chipper than usual, and Chibi wasn't saying anything either.

"Ah, that was nice," Lum said. "A little primitive compared to pools in outer space."

"Yeah, no anti-grav and you had people as lifeguards instead of having automated safety measures," Benten said. "But you know, sometimes something rustic and primitive is kinda charming too, right?"

"A movie!" Megane suddenly declared. "Yes, let's all go watch a movie! I understand there's a new horror flick out, 'The Horror Of The Extremely and Needlessly Long Descriptive Title That Starts To Plague Literally Every Piece of Media Coming Out Of Japan, and How A Genre Ate Everyone's Brains."

“You just made that up didn’t you.” Chibi asked, trying very hard not to look at Perm or Benten.

Megane pointed up at the theatre, which had a specially modified sign to fit the entire title.

"Horror, huh?" Benten said. "Yeah, that sounds like fun! You can always tell a lot about a planet by what they're afraid of."

"Yep, my thinking exactly," Megane said with a twinkle in her eye. "So, what sort of horror movies do you have in outer space?"

"Ah, there's this really cheesy series about a sentient black hole that likes the taste of sentient life," Lum said. Megane tutted. Useless. "Then there's the ever popular one about the giant space phallus that lures all the women in the galaxy towards it, like a giant pitcher plant."

Megane tutted, unable to discern any meaning from those kinds of movies. Bah! She'd been hoping for a hint that she could make use of there, but both of those seemed like extremely rational things for them to be afraid of that were impossible for her to take advantage of. Yes, even the giant space pitcher plant phallus thing. Now she had the privilege of paying for five girls to watch this crummy horror movie to absolutely no gain!

At least, that's what she thought until ten minutes in when she was completely and thoroughly hooked on the movie. As was Lum. It was strangely engrossing for both of them.

<i>"W-watch out! It's Truck-kun! He's come to take you to another world!"

"No... No! I don't want to go to a fantasy land of make believe, not when my report is due next Friday!"</i>

"How frightening," Lum said, munching on popcorn. "Hrm... this stuff isn't bad, but could do with more hot sauce."

"Oh no, the long title, it has them cornered!" Megane gasped, jostling Chibi. "Whatever will happen next?"

But Chibi didn't answer. She was a little too busy carefully studying alien anatomy at a truly intimate level. Such things are vital for interspecies communication, after all. But don't worry, Perm was helping her out, ensuring that the two of them could be extremely thorough in their analysis of Benten's extremely sexy and alluring body, whose skin was hot to the touch and had this slightly sweet taste to it. Benten was around as tall as Chibi, but unlike Chibi the only fat was on her chest. Just the right amount of it too. Hrm. While she's at it, she'd better check on certain other anatomical aspects, after all just because Benten looked like a human girl didn't mean she had the same... everything as a human girl, so it would be best to check to see if anything was different...

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"Oh gosh, that was terrifying!" Lum chattered away, floating excitedly off the ground. "To think that a two dimensional movie could be so... engaging!"

"Hah! Now you see the superior nature of Earth entertainment!" Megane snorted. "You see? No fancy gimmicks, no need for - "

"Next month, ladies and gentlemen, we're bringing you... 3D, in cinema!"

"Ahem!" Megane coughed loudly, trying to drown out the salesman making his pitch for something that would not work to a meaningful effective degree for decades. "The point is, you aliens shouldn't underestimate us humans just because we're a little behind you in terms of technology. Right girls?"

"Yeah," Perm sleepily replied, hanging off Benten's left arm.

"Oh absolutely," Chibi added, hanging off Benten's right arm.

The two of them went right back to nibbling on Benten's neck, while the Lucky God very obviously groped them. Not that either Lum or Megane noticed. Megane was too busy watching Lum, and Lum was too busy watching out for horny men trying to hit on Benten.

As for Benten herself, she was in the mind to have herself a foursome by the end of the day. From the way that Megane had been looking at Lum all day, she was pretty sure that chick was good and ready for some lesbian action. Likely pent up like crazy, but she wouldn't get any action from Lum. Heh. Not to worry though. Benten might be a rough chick, but when push comes to shove she can give a chick what she needs like the best of them.

"So where next?" Benten asked. "How about someplace more... private, where we can unwind? You got any place like that?"

Private? Megane's interest peaked up at that suggestion. Private, private, private... yes, the perfect opportunity for a more direct analysis of their enemy. "Karaoke!" she declared triumphantly, little knowing that she was sealing her fate to taste pussy by the end of the day.

Being a neologism, neither Benten nor Lum seemed to get what she was talking about.

“Oh it’s just a place where we go to sing songs for fun. Usually snacks and drinks too.” Perm explained.

"We'll have all the privacy we'll need," Chibi said.