Story: HS DxD Loot Crate

 

 
It's easy to misunderstand Riser Phenex. Given his personality and his peerage one would come away with the impression that he was a cocky, rich, powerful pervert. Well, that's not exactly inaccurate-  but it's not the whole story either. Sure, he's cocky. But he has every right to be. He's damned near impossible to hurt. Cut off his arm? He'll regrow it. Kill him? He'll be on his feet before you, probably. Take a little too long to put your defenses up? How does unholy fire taste? While there are several Devils that can take him on quite handily and win, most of his own age would really struggle against him. That kind of fact tends to breed arrogance.

As for the peerage, he didn't merely select a bunch of pretty faces and called it a day. No, no. He selected them not just for their beauty, but also because they were powerful. This was intended, not to be a harem but a team. Yes, a team. Why would he include his own beloved little sister in his - No, wait, let us not answer that question. It might reinforce the wrong impression.

In any event, today he was sitting in his room, the girls of his peerage gathered around in keen interest as he opened a mysterious package supposedly from his fiance. Ah, yes, Rias Gremory. He had every intention of being a good husband to that woman. He would treat her well. Give her anything she desired - and ensure that their inevitable offspring were well cared for, as no other Devil surely could. While he gave off a playboy attitude, in truth it was mostly for show. Mostly. It was fun to play around a little, after all...

"My, my. What thoughtful gifts these are," Riser said, regarding the items with amusement. "Though it is strange that my betrothed would claim she had not sent them. And her warning about them being enchanted..."

"Ahem!" his little sister, Ravel, coughed quite loudly. "My King, would it not be prudent to have these analysed, posthate? Rias Gremory does not seem the sort to send gifts signed with her name and then deny it."

"Of course, little sister," Riser said, leaning back in his chair thoughtfully. "While I am fully confident in my ability to recover from any damage that these items might inflict, it is still possible for them to embarass me - or perhaps have some other form of negative effect. It would not be the first time that a rival family has tried to ignite conflict through false behaviour."

Now, while Ravel was a talented Bishop, her speciality wasn't in analysis of magical items. It would be one matter if they had any markings on them, as she had an excellent recollection. Alas, the sight of them had not provoked anything from that wonderful intelligence of hers - which meant that asking her opinion on what they did probably wouldn't amount to much.

As such, he handed the items over to his other bishop. Mihae. A beautiful woman - of course, all members of his peerage were - who wore a kimono, a quiet and polite sort, and smiled beautifully while tending to stay at the sidelines of their battles. But of course she would. While she was a decent combatant, her true speciality was...

"Many thanks, my King," Mihae said, bowing as she took the items in question. Her eyes turned white as she held them, one in each hand. LIke this, she was truly vulnerable, unable to do anything until she was finished - and the fact that she was still holding them ten minutes later was probably a good sign that Ravel's instincts were right on the money.

"Clothing fitter," Mihae said, holding up the collection of golden pins. "It will make a person fit the clothing they are wearing, in both body and mind."

As for the other, a mere black envelope, she held it up and said "Literal Blackmail. When presented to a person, it will appear to contain their deepest darkest secrets, granting the owner a measure of reluctant control over the victim."

Interesting. Very interesting. Riser took the items back, feeling genuine amusement that something like this would be given to him.

"Also, it seems as though these items Belong to you, my King," Mihae said. "I do not believe that any of us would be able to make use of these items, unless you specifically gave us permission to do so. What's more, I beleive that there is a minor compulsion imposed on them to make use of these items in a perverted manner - even if that is not the intention, they will inevitably cause erotic antics."

"Well there you go! That doesn't fit the profile for Rias at all," Ravel nodded. "My King, we should burn these before - "

He handed the envelope over to his little sister and leaned back, gently smiling. In that way someone does when they know something the other does not. Ravel took the envelope, opened it up and stared at its contents in sheer disbelief. "You - You can't possibly know this!" she yelled. "Wait, what am I saying? It's the letter that's - It's the letter that knows, not you!"

Ahahaha, of course it should go without saying that there are things even a King cannot order his Peerage to do. Ravel was quite obedient when it was something that benefited the family, but there were certain lines she would not cross. Now, don't misunderstand, Riser wasn't doing this for his own personal amusement or because of some perverted desire, no, no, he was doing this for one reason and one alone.

He was testing Mihae's analysis. The other members of the Peerage were watching carefully, Siris was even trying to peer over Ravel's shoulder until Ravel folded the paper to keep anyone from seeing.

"How do you know that?" Riser asked. "Perhaps I do know. Perhaps... I will reveal that to everyone here. Or perhaps I will tell our parents about it."

"Nnngh!" Ravel squirmed. "F-Fine! Just, don't do anything too embarrassing, okay?"

Right. Of course. That should go without saying. "Yubelluna, my Queen, would you have a change of clothes?"

"If I may retreat to my wardrobe, my King, I could provide something. If I may enquire as to your purpose, so that I may select the most suitable outfit?"

"Why, of course, it is to test out my other item," Riser said with a twinkle in his eyes. Quite deliberate, a big brother should always tease their little siblings at least a little. Ravel gasped a little and looked away. And no wonder. She was struggling against the effects of the blackmail letter. Fascinating. Was there a boundary that it would not make her cross? Further testing was required. Mihae's ability to scan magical items was quite potent, but it would take days for her to perform a proper, full analysis, understanding and comprehending the full limits and restrictions and overall effects of the items. A quick scan like she had performed just now was a mere generalisation in comparison.

Five minutes later, Yubelluna had returned with Ravel in tow, blushing from ear to ear. The rest of the Peerage oohed and awed, as the quite smaller girl did not fit into the larger woman's clothes at all. That is, until Riser produced one of the ten golden pins and affixed it to those clothes -

And all of a sudden Ravel had the same kind of body as Yubellena. From a petite little sister type to Bomb Queen in the blink of an eye. Ah... but the golden pin suddenly merged with the clothing, preventing him from reusing it. Such a shame. Nine pins left. He didn't have enough to use on the rest of his Peerage.

On the other hand... This combination of items was giving him a few ideas on ways he could ensure his marriage to Rias went off without a hitch. Or should that be, with a hitch?

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Let it be known that having your brainwashing undone for the first time is nothing at all like a hangover. No, nothing at all like it. Believe me, trust me on this, you'd prefer to have a hangover any day of the damned week. When Aika woke up in her room, feeling weirdly horny (even for her), it felt like someone had dripped acid in her ears. In a purely magical sense one might say that was true, but as far as she was concerned she didn't really remember how the hell she'd gotten to her room. Though, due to the lingering effects of this kind of memory alteration, she immediately decided that was because her day had been so boring that she had blanked it out.

Still, Aika was really, really horny, so she did what came naturally. Whipped off her clothes and masturbated right there on her bed. Teasing her nipples, easily finding her clit and gently, gently teasing it before pushing her fingers all the way inside herself.

"Ugh, stop thinking of issei," Aika moaned. "That dork... that loser... Fuck, why can't I stop thinking about him?!"

Normally Aika thought about hot studs on the beach, with giant pecs and bigger bulges in their swimsuits. Issei Hyoudou was not her type. At all. Too much of a pervert, not enough awareness of how to treat women... But despite her knowing that, the more she masturbated the more she wanted to ride his dumb face like a prized racehorse, and suck his dick until his balls shrivelled up.

"Dammit," she said in between deep sucking breaths when she was done. "I am not developing a crush on that loser wannabe harem king. I can do so much better than him."

Like having her own harem of pretty boys.

"Hrm, what's this?" Aika asked, noticing a box on her desk. She wasn't expecting a delivery. Checking it out, she found a letter on the top. "From your secret admirer. Put the items to good use during round two."

The 'round two' part made no sense at all to her, but whatever. A secret admirer, was it? She really, really hoped it wasn't Issei. That would be the last thing she needed right now! Then again, that boy made no secret of his interest in anything in a skirt, so...

Opening up the box, she reached inside and let out a weary sigh. Panties. Well, maybe it was Issei. Or one of those two other idiots that are always hanging out with him. They were exactly the sort to assume this is what a woman would want as a gift. Still, as she held them aloft she did feel this peculiar all consuming desire to put them on. In fact, by the time she had done exactly that, she had already done so.

"Huh... comfortable, I suppose, and they fit..." Aika mused, then returned her attention to the other item. A pair of glasses. "These seem to be prescription."

To test it out, Aika took off her regular glasses and held this gifted pair to her face- and the instant they were resting on the end of her nose, something quite odd happened. For these were the Glasses of Geekiness.

Now, the term 'geek' has quite the chequered history. It begins with its humble origins in carnival culture, whose show involves grotesque or bizarre acts. Fortunately this is not the meaning imposed upon these glasses now, as the term is typically used for those who are, shall we say, less socially capable than your average person, or perhaps unfashionable. It's still typically used in something of a derogatory way by many...

Except that there is another meaning to it. The Geek Girl. That is to say, a cute chick who happens to have interests that typically align with those of 'geeks' of the non-carnival variety. Anime, video games, games in general, computers, etc. You can have geeks, or if you prefer nerds, of any type, of any stripe and many of them do not get on with one another.

Think of it like... an area of expertise raised so high that it inhibits one's ability to interact with people outside that social circle. Someone might be a geek for a particular television show, or medium. What was Aika a geek for?

What else? Penis. She was a total and complete geek for male genitals. She could already tell the size of a man's package at a glance, no matter what they were wearing. But now, thanks to these Geeky Glasses, she was one level beyond even that. She knew things about the shaft that the world's best urologists could only dream of. Her comprehension of the scrotum was supreme.

And so, she stood there with her hands on her hips, tapping at her forehead, smiling brightly and intelligently, and licked at her braces, which had only just formed on her teeth. "Did I have these a moment ago? And - What happened to my butt?!"

What indeed? Aika hadn't noticed until now, but she had just adorned the Ghetto Booty Panties. Yes, that's quite a bit racist a term, but don't blame the author for someone else's creation please. Her butt, which had been fairly average for a girl her stature, had suddenly swollen up, and as she learned when she trailed her hands down to touch it - absolutely craving being spanked, being touched, and having a penis inside it as soon as possible.

Most would panic in this situation. Most would definitely freak out. Not so much Aika though. While squeezing her cheeks, some odd thoughts were coming to her geeky brain. Now that she was a big booty geek, she was feeling a conflict between horniness and shyness that could be satisfied in only one way.

Namely, using these inexplicably magical items to acquire herself a harem of hot boys. Tomorrow was bound to be quite interesting, kukuku...

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Now, we look in on a young woman named Irina, as she prays in a room where all that remains is a foolish heretic who had defied the Church and allied with Fallen Angels. The furniture was gone. The decorations around the room were gone. It was just her and him.

"Is it true?" she asked. "Have you truly and honestly been assisting Fallen Angels? One of the enemies of the Church, enemies of God?"

"You don't understand," the heretic began, and Irina prayed she never would. "We just wanted to create a more effective means of defeating our true enemy - "


A sword was held at his throat in a moment, and Irina silently continued her prayer inside her own mind. This wretch had walked away from God's path, it seemed. Irina did not hate him for it. Such a thing was not in her nature. Instead, pity. Nothing but pity.

"Our true enemy is, and always has been, those who turned their back on God," her partner Xenovia said. "You may repent, if you wish - but to start with you must give us information."

"Kuoh town in Japan!" the heretic said, surprising Irina so much that she momentarily lost place in her prayer. "Something big will happen there, in a few months time! July sometime! I don't know what it is, but - But please forgive me!"

The impression Irina had was not that he had been swayed by their words, but by the tips of their blade. They would let the Church decide what to do with him - though Irina could already guess at what would happen with the two of them.

As expected, they would have to train. The two of them were 'artificial holy sword bearers', created using a mysterious new method developed to help facilitate the use of Holy Swords. If the lead they had been chasing was anything like they were thinking, preparations were in order.

It was tempting to go there early to prepare - but no. That would tip their hand too soon. Prepare in the background. Out of sight. Then go, a little beforehand. Scout the area, find out about the local supernatural elements. Devils present, so they can be asked to remain out of hte way. Their presence would overcomplicate things, and they didn't need to be fighting on two fronts at once.

Kuoh, though... That name had immediately brought back memories. Irina thought back to that boy she once knew. Issei Hydou... what was he doing now? Apparently she'd find out soon. She'd always had a crush on him, even though she was a bit of a tomboy back then. Teehee! Look at her now! She'd become a lot more girly since those days.

However, one thing that Irina had not been expecting was a package to arrive at her temporary abode. A package addressed to her. And with Kuoh as a return address. With heart in her throat, she opened the package, uncertain of what to find inside.

"A rotary telephone and some sort of weird prop wand?" Irina said aloud to nobody in particular. She set the phone down. That was weird enough. The wand though...? She looked at it. Studied it carefully, tried to figure out what it was for...

And then her partner Xenovia strode into the room.

"What might that be?" Xenovia asked. Irina merely shrugged in response. She honestly didn't know. "Well, never mind. We've received official confirmation. It's just as you predicted. We're to train with Excalibur Mimic and Excalibur Destruction until we are ready. It's April now, we should be fully prepared by July for anything the Fallen Angels can throw at us."

"Ah, that's good!" Irina said. "I'd been worried that I might have been putting on weight, so it would be nice to take a little off my my stomach with some nice training!"

Neither of them had been looking at the wand at that moment. Irina had been looking at Xenovia while answering, while Xenovia had been distracted by the rotary phone sitting, unplugged on the desk. As such neither of them noticed when, all of a sudden, a spark of... something. A star, let's say. With the word 'Irina's tummy' engraved on it shot out into Xenovia's body, as Irina had been unconsciously aiming it at her while talking about her stomach.

And just like that, Irina had accidentally granted a rather peculiar addiction to her training partner. An addiction to Irina's quite pleasant tummy. However, after that moment had passed, Irina shrugged again and put the wand down so she could take a good look at the phone she had been sent.

"Hrm... the package said it came from Kuoh..." Irina said. "The area code was... Maybe God himself sent me this, when he noticed I was thinking about Issei?"

The compulsion was minor, but it was enough to lure her into dialling the number for Kuoh into the phone - and when she did, something quite strange happened. She didn't change. Or at least, she didn't <i>appear</i> to change from her perspective. Nonetheless...

"Come on, Issei," Xenovia said. "We've got some training to do."

"Issei...?" Irina queried. And then, out popped her Devil wings. "Huh? Wait, something's not right here. I'm Issei Hyoudou, a Devil that is working with the Church - "

She slapped her hand over her mouth. What was that?! Her wings fluttered in the air behind her. That didn't make a lick of sense! She opened her mouth again and continued trying to talk about herself. "I'm a complete pervert that leers at Xenovia when she's not looking. Ah! What's wrong with me!"

That phone! Wait, of course! Yes, that had to be it! A spell was cast upon that phone! A spell that had somehow changed her into a Devil, and for some reason made her seem to be Issei Hyoudou to everyone else! She turned to Xenovia, desperate to figure out a way to ask for help - then stopped as she noticed her training partner was limbering up.

She has a really nice body. Really nice.

...

What was she thinking about again? Probably not a big deal. No, wait, it was a big deal! There was a very good chance they were under attack by one of the enemy factions! She had to do something before Xenovia was affected as well!

Little did she know that while Xenovia was touching her toes, she was sneaking little peeks at Irina's trim tummy. Feeling a little rush of dopamine every time she did. Surely this wouldn't create any problems for the pair down the road... Right?