Patreon Stories - August

 

 Hentai Crystal

Normally when the other Senshi got their butts handed to them Sailor Moon would arrive in the nick of time to save everyone. Not quite this time. Instead, she was a couple of minutes late. Jupiter and Venus were only just getting over Teacher's last attack before running off with Mars when she burst in, Tuxedo Mask in tow.

"Guys something awful happened and I can't hear Libra anymore - Hi Naru - and my body went from a perfect ten to, like, a six or a seven at best while you're all still tens and I just wanna snuggle up into Jupiter's boobs and - "

She was a bit muffled after that for fairly obvious reasons, which got Sailor Jupiter to pat their leader on the head, stroking her hair like one might a beloved pet. In all honesty, the size difference between them had never been so apparent. Sailor Moon was positively petite next to this hulking creature, with rippling muscles, thighs that could crush boulders, abs you could grate cheese on and breasts that doubled as safety cushions. If Sailor Jupiter, in this form, was in a car accident, it's absolutely certain that she would take absolutely no damage from it at all for several different reasons.

Of course, Sailor Venus was no slouch in the appeal department either. Her figure was the sort that they used to judge the quality of an hourglass design. Her breasts were heaving, almost as big as Jupiter's, while her waist was as trim and snug as a human's could be. Her boots were thigh highs, making the gap effect of her thighs between them and her skirt all the more intoxicating and delicious.

In comparison to them, you could hardly even recognise Sailor Moon or Naru as the pretty girls they really were. That's how Sailor Moon felt right now! Snuggling into Jupiter's boobs, moaning into them, it was almost enough to make her forget what she'd lost. Her vastly improved sexy body, her new powers - and of course, Tuxedo Mask's own improved body for her to <i>fuck</i> like the stud he was.

But then a sudden thought took her.

"Wait, where are Mercury and Mars?!" she gasped. "They - they're not here?"

"Mars got taken by the enemy," Venus said. "That guy, he did something to counter us pretty hard."

And obviously not the fun kind of hard either.

"I think we should exchange information," Tuxedo Mask said. Yes, of course. At the very least, he hadn't lost his coolness when he became less hot. Something big had happened to both groups, so they needed to understand that. If nothing else it was clear that the enemy was making a move of some kind.

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Now, there's not really any reason at all for us to rehash everything that they shared with each other, so let's slip into the mind of Naru Osaka for a bit. Right now, she was floating on the kind of sexual high that would make drug addicts jealous. After everything these perverted Sailor Senshi had done to her, it was a wonder that she could think straight. And no, she didn't mean that in the typical manner.

'God, look at Sailor Moon's legs,' Naru thought, licking her lips while the girl mimed riding that hot stallion of a boyfriend she had brought with her. 'I mean, they're not a patch on Jupiter's. Or Venus. Or Mars. But somehow that cuteness has an appeal to its own, you know?"

She giggled a little when Sailor Moon stopped miming for a moment, bonked herself on the head, and then after a bit of clothing adjustment actually started to have sex with the guy- Tuxedo Mask they called him - right there while continuing her explanation of what had been going on. Teehee, something about that mannerism reminded her of Usagi.

Oooh, Usagi. That ditzy scatterbrained dreams. Naru wet her lips. At this point she all but craved bringing her best friend here. Pushing the girl'd pretty odango'd head right into Jupiter's cleavage, or making her kiss Venus' tummy, or making her make out with Sailor Moon... Fuck, that was making her wet. She knew she shouldn't be thinking this way right now, but - fuck, she was so horny!

In the back of her mind she could tell. Even though Sailor Moon had a more normal body than the others, mentally she was as corrupted as the rest of them. An outright nymphomaniac, who thought nothing of going into the lurid, sordid details of the hot night of passion she had with her personal studmuffin, while re-enacting it right there for all to see. Heh. It was funny, but Naru could swear that she was feeling a bit of an earthquake every time that she thrust her hips down.

Anyway, she suddenly got quite animated about something or other. Made a few poses and gestures like the sort she'd usually do when she was about to smite a youma. While still riding Tuxedo Mask, that lucky bastard. And then she fell back, shrugged and shook her head while making a few gestures that Naru could only interpret as "my boobs used to be this big, now look at them."

And then it was Jupiter and Venus' turn. Jupiter picked Naru up as if she was a ragdoll, but did so using only her boobs. She'd simply stood with her tits on either side of Naru's body, leaned down, captured her in between her cleavage and picked her up because apparently she needed her hands for something else. Apparently that something else was sticking her index and middle fingers of her right hand in Naru's mouth, while the same fingers of her left hand made a beeline for Naru's pussy.

What followed was a rough explanation of the games they'd been playing. To test themselves. To make sure they hadn't been corrupted, and from what Naru could tell they all agreed that obviously they had not been corrupted. Said while Venus was sitting on Tuxedo Mask's face.

Yeah girls, who says you're corrupted, you're pure as the fresh fallen snow.

Oh, and now Venus was summoning those tentacles, bright yellow fun loving tentacles. They began to wrap around Naru's legs while she lay snuggly in between Jupiter's tits, and for some reason there was a really slutty voice coming from somewhere nearby begging and pleading for more, for the tentacles to break her brain and mould her into an incurable nymphomaniac. It sounded very familiar for some reason, where had she heard that -

Right, right, her own voice. Of course, that made perfect sense, because this was pa~aradise, and Naru didn't want to ever lea~ave.

Following on from that they were saying stuff that didn't make sense. Something about Sailor Moon not being able to hear Libra while Venus and Jupiter could, not being able to access a powerup, honestly it was stuff that was going in one ear and out the other as far as Naru was concerend, who gave a fuck about that when her brains were turning into a puddle sitting at the bottom of her skull?

Ah, and now to cap off a truly perfect day, Sailor Moon herself had risen to kiss her while she was enclosed here within this warm and comfortable place. It was funny, Naru could remember that they had some form of justification for this, but whatever it might have been - she couldn't remember at all.So, you know what, why not relax a bit and just enjoy herself? At this point she was pretty thoroughly corrupted herself, so why not go along for the ride?

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"Okay, I feel better now!" Sailor Moon said, pulling herself away from Naru after a nice deep snog. "And Naru feels better too, don't you?"

"Guuuuuuuh!" Naru burbled, which could only be taken as a firm 'yes'. Sailor Moon patted her on the cheek, and returned to the matter at hand.

The enemy had the ability to knock Libra's powerups right out of them. Even the boost to her physical appearance was flat out gone! Apparently they had kidnapped Sailor Mars, and Sailor Mercury was also missing! That was extremely worrying, but since she'd just had sex with Tuxedo Mask she was running on a pretty intense sexual high that was helping her stay completely calm.

Of course, looking at Jupiter and Venus was making her feel super, super jealous. Look at them! Look at Jupiter's amazonian body, with those massive luscious watermelons! Look at those ripped muscles that only accentuated Jupiter's feminine figure, which was spilling out of her Sailor uniform. Look at those thigh high boots that were practically made for walking all over someone's back.

Oh, but you also had to look at Venus! A perfect hourglass figure in every way, utterly impossible physique! Her Sailor uniform was mostly gone, leaving nothing but pasties and a Fuck Me chain that went in between her tits, down around her navel, wrapped around her hips, then back up through her legs and formed a loop right under her boobs. You could barely recognise it as a Sailor uniform really, except for the fact the chains were glowing in a way that almost sort of made it look like she was also wearing a short frilly skirt. An optical illusion though, nothing more than that.

"Guuuuh, Sailor Moon!" Naru gurgled. Oh, and who could forget Naru? Dear sweet Naru, for once she hadn't been kidnapped by the bad guys and had her energy drained. Smiling sweetly, Sailor Moon got to her feet, stepped up towards Jupiter (and Naru, who was pinned between her boobs) and gave her friend a deep, deep, tongue filled smooch that made certain to hit every square inch of the inside of her mouth. Every tooth, every bit of inner cheek, cleaned her tonsils, scooped saliva out from under her tongue, tickled her uvula, quite literally everywhere in her mouth.

"Sailor Moon, I fear we cannot let Miss Osaka go alone for now," Tuxedo Mask said, gripping Sailor Moon's hips and - Oooh, giving anal a try was he? No complaints from her! "As she has been seen by this Teacher, there is a chance that she could be targeted while away from us."

Hrm, at the same time if she did stay with them then there was a really good chance  that the enemy would hit her in the crossfire... This was one of those situations where she had to make a decision. Oh, if only she could talk with Libra right now, she could come to a sensible plan of attack, being cut off while the other two could plainly hear Libra - It made her feel a little bit lonely. Cut out from the group.

Which was a little bit selfish of her, but she couldn't help how she felt. Any more than Libra could help being what Libra was!

"I've decided!" Sailor Moon nodded. "Libra! Are you able to grant powers to Naru?"

A silence filled the room, completely totally silent except for the sound of Sailor Moon resuming her sloppy makeout with Naru while backing her butt right up into Tuxedo Mask's dick. After the other three had finished processing, that near silence was completely stomped out by a loud and confused:

"Huh?!"

CG Dreamscape

Ah, her first little project was coming along quite nicely. One could hardly recognise the state of this young boy's mind when compared to how she first found it. Like a steel trap, cast in the form of a dense maze. A mind that watched itself, watched its own thoughts, and even the watcher was itself watched. A mind like this surely couldn't be corrupted by an outside influence so easily, could it?

Oh, but it could. For the boy had a weakness. Well... Several weaknesses really, but this was the sort that was right up her alley. He was ignoring his own body's sexual needs. In pursuit of intellectual interests, taking care of his adorable little sister - Why, his poor not-so-little penis wasn't getting any kind of a workout at all!  That created a blind spot that she could - and did- readily exploit.  Slipping in through the cracks. Letting him have a taste of that forbidden fruit in a safe environment. Letting it start with something safe, something mundane. Missionary on the wedding night turned to doggy style in the classroom turned to whips and chains in the student council's office turned to -

An outright gangbang with that boy as the starring role.

Kukuku! Look at him there! The boy did cast well in such an effeminate role, did he not? Slender, tall, and those eyes - If he ever took up crossdressing for real he'd likely fool everyone he met. Right now, Lelouch was stuck between three gorgeous young women. Each of them stuffing a frankly enormous penis into a hole that he had. Mouth, pussy, ass, all at once, thrusting in sync with each other while wearing the same kind of costumes as her, marking them as her creations within this twisted dreamscape.

"Heh, this is a much better use for your smart mouth," Kallen said while thrusting into that gaping maw with wild and reckless abandon. Kallen's athletic, hard body a stark contrast to Lelouch's much softer one, there could be no mistake about which of them was in charge here.

"Really now Kallen, I never knew you had such a dirty mouth of your own," Milly quipped, taking the time to lightly, then harshly, slap Lelouch's butt while her own penis was deep inside it. "From my experience, Lelouch has always been a bit anal about the details."

"But he's certainly never been a pussy!" Shirley excitedly added, while her dick was - Well, you can guess. The other two girls gave her a flat look, and she blushed furiously before exclaiming "Well, you try thinking of a relevant pun that I could use!"

What a satisfying dream this was! Lelouch was all but drowning in lust, eagerly being fucked by his female friends! While the dreams of other students at the academy were already being twisted and corrupted, this was her true masterpiece. The lynchpin of her plan to take over this reality. Liberate it from this world's stuck up, racist ideology and moral greys, turning it into a truly hedonistic paradise where everyone could be happy! No more discrimination, no more wars, no more senseless slaughter or lust for power.

Just regular old lust would do fine here, thank you very much.

"Ahhhh! Mooooore!" Lelouch moaned, licking Kallen's length greedily. "Gimme more! Stop holding back on me!"

"Hey ladies, you heard him!" Kallen said. Her pulsing member already prepared for more. "That means we don't need to hold back."

Their positions shifted. Now, Lelouch was astride Shirley, riding her big futa dick reverse cowgirl while her hands eagerly, oh so eagerly jerked off Milly and Kallen's, taking turns in kissing the heads of their dicks. Slurping them, licking them, affectionately rubbing her cheeks along them. All the while stroking them off and bouncing happily in place, taking that girl's dick inside her.

Shirley suddenly sat up and began to suck on Lelouch's nipples. Trapping them between her teeth, pulling them, tugging on them, sucking on them with the same vigor that he was doing to Kallen and Milly's tits. Over his head, milly and Kallen were lip locked rubbing their own breasts together - not that Lelouch could see such a thing, of course, but as this was his dream he would have a passing awareness it was happening.

"You like having big fat titties doncha Lelou?" Milly whispered.

"A round little butt that makes all the men stop to stare," Kallen whispered.

"And you want to make other babes as hot, horny and wet as you!" Shirley concluded.

"As thirsty as meeeee!" Lelouch yelped, and the three girls all came in unison. When they came, that supposed boy had his mouth wide open to catch all the cum shooting out, and whatever missed the mouth was readily rubbed onto a womanly body that was practically designed for one thing alone: Pleasing men.

"I think you're about ready," the succubus said, slinking off back to reality to let the dream play out without further interruption. "Now, to put the finishing touches on you."

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"In an extra piece of news, we have a brand new nurse on staff!"

Of course Milly would announce that right as everyone was standing up. Lelouch stared long and hard at her for a moment, and not just because she was a pretty face with a slamming hot body. Disbelief, yes utter disbelief was marking his face right now.

"A new nurse?" Rivalz asked. "First I'm hearing of it. Is she cute?"

"As if a member of staff would give a student the time of day," Shirley tutted. "What's she like?"

And then Milly made an hourglass shape in the air, waggling her eyebrows knowingly. Rivalz, for his part, knowingly approved. Suzaku ignored her, Kallen and Shirley shared an exhausted look about them, while Nina stared silently at the table. As for Lelouch though... A new nurse?

"I don't recall us having a vacancy," he said. This was suspicious. The timing of it was all off. "What brought this on?"

Could it be an agent of the Empire out to get him? Investigating Ashford after finding some nebulous connection between here and Zero? Such a thing was surely possible, if paranoid sounding. He could hardly dismiss the possibility. More information was required.

"Oh, grandfather thought we were a little short staffed, and apparently she gave an amazing interview," Milly shrugged. "Personally, I think he just got taken in by her flirting, but I'm sure it'll all work out."

"Hrm, perhaps I should have a word then?" Lelouch offered.

"Huh?! You want to go check out the hot nurse?" Shirley boggled.

"I want to check out her credentials," Lelouch firmly said.

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Milly quipped. "Oh, okay, sure thing. I know, I know. You'll be the last guy in school to get distracted by a pretty face. Go ahead, report back on what you find. Try not to stare too much, okay?"

"I'll make sure that my eyes behave themselves," Lelouch said, partly lying in the process. His eyes were not going to behave themselves. Not at all. His plan was to go to her, use his Geass and then question her at length. This mysterious nurse, the more he thought about it the more suspicious he became. In order to set his mind at ease, he absolutely had to find out more. Perhaps, if his instincts were correct, he could use this person. Subvert them to his own cause.

He arrived at the nurse's office promptly, and quickly took note. All of the beds were visible, the curtains around them drawn back - and not a person was lying in them. "Hello?" he called into the room. "Is anyone here?"

"In a minute~" a sickly sugary voice called out. Ah yes, he could see there was movement over by the cupboard at the back. From here he could not see clearly enough to judge that much. Lelouch quickly locked the door. To buy him time so he could interrogate effectively. Geass or not, in order to get the information he required woudl -

Would...

Would...

The vixen made herself known, and Lelouch's vision grew blurry. Blinking heavily, he found his gaze utterly captivated by her cleavage. The nurse was wearing what could be called a nurse's uniform - were one watching an overt porn parody of a hospital drama. A snug pinstripe, tight around the waist, cut down from the neck to just below her heaving bosom. The bottom of the dress barely covered her rear end, and due to how snug they were one could easily, plainly make out the shape of it. He'd thought Milly was exaggerating when she had described her with that hourglass gesture. She had been. But only because she had downplayed her ridiculous curves.

"Oh good, you already locked the door," the nurse said, reaching out a finger to push Lelouch into a chair. "My, my, my. I knew you'd come pay me a visit, Lelouch Lamperouge, but not quite so soon."

Ah? That got his interest! "You know my name?" he asked, managing to snap out of it enough to lift his head up to look her in the face, Geass already active.

"Of course I do," she said, grabbing the back of his head and forcing him face first into her tender cleavage. "You are the reason I am here, after all."

After a moment, she wasn't doing anything to hold Lelouch back. Nothing at all. And yet... for some reason, he couldn't leave at all. Couldn't pull his head out. Couldn't extract his face from this... this wonderfully soft breast flesh. It was as though his flesh had been magnetised to hers in some manner. Robbed of his chance to use his Geass, he had little option but to listen to what she had to say.

"I'm a traveller, you see?" the nurse said. "I travel between different worlds, seeking mostly fun and enjoyment - but then I found this place. This Earth. Dominated so cruelly by the Holy Britannian Empire. It wasn't fun at all."

By this point she had shifted to sitting in Lelouch's lap. Aggressive, but he could still slip out if he wanted to... If he wanted to... It was hard to think exactly why he should want to.

"Then I found out about you," she continued. "Zero. The man who opposed an Empire. Ah! That Geass power of yours is so strong, isn't it? So very, very strong! But you have to be cautious about it. Right? Then I'll be a good girl and let you use it on me."

She pulled his head out and forced him to look directly at her face. Grinning triumphantly, confidently. As though she had already won. Steeling himself, Lelouch found his resolve and forced himself to use this power, even though she seemed perfectly alright with him using it on her in this way.

"Answer my questions," he demanded.

"Yes, your highness," she said, that same vacant, reverential tone that others used while under his spell. Taking deep breaths, Lelouch took the time to run his hands down her curves. Ludicrous. Absolutely ludicrous curves.

"Who are you?"

"An incarnation of a being called Morrigan Aensland," she answered. "I'm her naughty playful side. She normally doesn't let me do stuff."

If Lelouch knew anything about Morrigan Aensland, he'd know exactly how terrifying such a concept might be. At the best of times, Morrigan as herself was already quite playful, with a tendency to indulge in hedonistic fun. Still, this iteration - this incarnation as she called herself  - went further than the real Morrigan ever would, using her powers in ways imaginative and corruptive.

"What do you want?"

"To give you the power to free this world. To see its chains come apart. To give your sister the power to walk and see again, under her own power."

That last one took his breath away. His sister...? Recovered...? If there was a temptation here more compelling than this lewd, kissable body, it must be that. Still... He had to be sure. He had to be certain. While he had this temptress under his control, he had to ask a few last questions.

"Are you going to betray me?"

"Nope! After I contract with you, all I'm going to do is let you get on with overthrowing this evil Empire, and replacing it with something more... fun and free."

That all sounded quite perfect to him. Above and beyond anything he could have wanted, or dreamed of. The temptation was beyond compare, he could hardly stop himself from reaching out to pluck it.

"What must I do to obtain this power?"

"Take off your clothes. Right now." Very well. He did so. And when he stood there, throbbing and erect, he felt wings shoot out of his back. It felt as natural as breathing to let them flutter there, so he paid them no further heed. She, in turn, was also naked with but a wave of her hand, revealing a body that was even more ludicrously feminine than he had been led to suppose.

With one notable exception. An erect penis of her own, throbbing and pointing directly at his head. Its bulbous head looking ripe and delicious, reminding Lelouch of an apple. The veins along the shaft were such a contrast to her slender, voluptuous body that he could only stare at it in abject awe. It was... art. He wasn't much of one for appreciation of fine art, but this was it in human form.

"Take it in your mouth."

With his eyes glazed over, Lelouch did exactly that. This was a small thing. Really. In order to gain power to destroy the Empire he so hated, giving this succubus a blowjob was a trifling matter. Certainly, his pride chafed at the notion - but he had already learned from Cornelia at Saitama Ghetto that letting his pride rule him would lead to ruin.

Though he had to admit that he was having a tighter leash on that pride than normal. It was almost as if he <i>wanted</i> to suck that big hard cock, feel it poking the inside of his cheeks, run his tongue along its length so that he could savour its intoxicating taste, deep throat that bitch like it was the culmination of his life's work.

After a moment, Lelouch began to bob his head back and forth, back and forth, savouring that dick and its exquisite taste. How strange it was, the more that he sucked, the more that he slurped the harder it was to think. No doubt a part of the process. This heady feeling was only natural under the circumstances. Just because his brain was turning to mush the more and more that he sucked and sucked, that didn't mean anything bad was happening.

"This mouth has said words that have brought mighty men low," Morrigan remarked, patting Lelouch on the top of his head. He gurgled around the dick, and went completely cross-eyed. "I think this is a better use for it, don't you?"

Such a big, thick penis. How had she hid it under that tight sexy skirt? Lelouch tried to figure out the way it worked, but couldn't. He used his tongue to measure this behemoth. It should not have fit. Common sense and geometry said it was impossible, the space wasn't there. It was far too big and scrumptious to be hidden away by such a tight slutty miniskirt that showed off her sexy thick thighs that begged to be stroked and squeezed! Such smooth skin, so warm and inviting, she could easily beguile a careless man into thinking irrationally with thighs like this.

Not Lelouch, though. He was a completely rational man, who was sucking Morrigan's impossible penis for reasons that were unquestionably logically founded.

"Ah, I'd thought it would be fun to last a little longer, but you actually managed to - Grk!"

It seemed she had already reached climax. She hadn't instructed him to, but common sense said that the only reason she would command him to suck her big hard magnificent penis is if her semen was in some way magical. Therefore, Lelouch made sure to lap it all up. Every single drop. Just for good measure she seized Morrigan's ripe round buttocks and deep throated her to climax again, just to make sure he'd had enough.

All completely rational behaviour.

"There!" Morrigan said. "Now you'll justify doing anything I say as if it was your own idea. Even the fact that I'm saying this out loud won't register as strange."

Obviously he had misheard. Or - no, his paranoia was acting up, making this ally out to be an enemy. Yes. That was it. A figment of his fevered imagination and nothing more.

"Now, on the table, palms flat. Beg me to fuck you up the ass."

Another part of the ritual, obviously. Lelouch rolled onto the table, putting his palms flat against the surface, looked back over his shoulder and then - the penis fell in between his cheeks. From between one set to the other! His body trembled in anticipation. Oooh! What sort of power was she about to bestow upon him?! Lelouch wound up shifting his weight from foot to foot in eager anticipation, what could it be, what might it be? His brilliant (well, not currently brilliant) mind was unable to determine it, no matter what avenue it took!

"Please mistress, fuck this silly slave up his slutty, needy butt!"

"Yes, your highness!" Morrigan sang, and if it was anyone else he would believe she was being sarcastic. The head pushed in, and Lelouch squirmed and grunted on the bed as the strange feeling overtook all of his other senses. She was being slow with it, agonisingly so. No, agonising is the wrong word. It actually felt pretty good. The feeling, this fullness - But then right as she was bottoming out, Morrigan suddenly stopped and pulled out.

"Kukuku," Morrigan cackled, and slapped Lelouch's butt, making the flesh jiggle. "That was just the warmup. Now for the main event."

Without further warning she thrust in with a single motion, filling him up, and when she did -

Boing! Lelouch's chest felt heavier all of a sudden. There were... breasts? Boing! Boing! Big breasts! Big heaving titties, bouncing around! Bigger than Kallen's, bigger than Milly's - Bigger than that one girl who was part of the swim team that he'd heard Rivalz comment about quite often!

But that wasn't all. Lelouch could also feel changed to his butt, not least because that's where the penis was right now. His cheeks were - they were getting bigger too, weren't they? Big and fleshy mounds, closing around that shaft, squeezing it tighter further down its length, drawing it into him harder, deeper, faster and -

"Getting into this now, aren't you?" Morrigan asked. "I bet you were a little worried at first about how it would feel, but now you've had a taste? I bet you wouldn't give this up for anything, would you?"

Lelouch tried to rise up, so that he could feel Morrigan's body because for some reason that felt really quite important, but her hands lay on the small of his back, forcing him down. Squishing his boobs into the table. Ah! Of course, it must be a vital part of the ritual. To make him feel dominated, inferior to her in every way. To let her have total and complete control while she ruts him like an animal. Pinning him down with one hand, while the other teases Lelouch's body. Ah! But while her hands were being methodical in where they touched Lelouch's body there were these weird... gaps? That's the best way he could think to describe it. He thrust back into her, feeling quite desperate to feel  -to feel this power. Yes, that's right. That's all he was doing.

That's also why he was touching his own body as well. To fill in the gaps. It made sense really, of course he would have to do this. Drive his body to the maximum possible pleasure, and only then would he be able to reach -

"Nnnngyaaaaa!" Lelouch purred, his wings fluttering in sheer ecstasy as something hot and sticky filled him up, making him feel drained of all his strength - yet also, somehow stronger than he had ever been.

"There we go," Morrigan said. "This... is your succubus form. A slender, large breasted beauty. Your power is only a tenth of mine, but you can make up for it with that Geass of yours."

"My... Geass?" Lelouch asked in between deep sucking breaths.

"Yes indeed," Morrigan said. "You can now use it on a person as many times as you need to - under certain conditions. Have fun figuring them out, your highness."

Yes... Yes, somehow Lelouch felt like he would have fun figuring out the new powers he'd been granted. Squeezing his breasts brought an uncharacteristic whimper from his lips. This would be fun, wouldn't it?

Fairy Tale- Fascination Obsession.

Here's the trick with the majority of evil mages. They don't think they're evil. They think it's perfectly sensible for them to be in charge, because their vision of the world is righteous and noble. They lie to themselves about their motivations, when it really comes down to the same thing every time. They want the power to themselves, and are jealous that others have power. They want to hoard it to themselves and lie to themselves about their motivations. Oh sure buddy, the world is shit and if only <i>you</i> were put in charge all the complicated, multi-layered issues would all be <i>fixed up</i> right away.

Protip to anyone who cares to listen: Half of politics is preventing things from getting worse, while smiling and telling the public shit they want to hear no matter how made up or bullshit it is. They don't dare tell the public the truth about how thoroughly fucked everything is or they'd be out on their ear before anyone knows what's happened. It ain't the leaders that are at fault, see? It's the herd mentality that's to blame.

So yeah, world domination is sought only by the evil and idealistic self delusional idiots. You want power? What does power mean? It means doing what you want with nobody stopping you. That's it. That's power. Put someone in charge of a whole lot of people, and suddenly you got a heaping load of responsibility weighing you down, stopping you from doing the stuff you actually want to do. I mean, unless you want to take that responsibility? People want weird things.

Not me, though. Let someone else worry about local water systems, waste disposal and all that bullshit. The power I want is the power to have fun without having to worry about all that big stuff. Let other people enjoy being in charge, let them enjoy the responsibility while I do my own thing.

My name is Marcus Mesmero, by the way. Let's start off with the new cafe that I've purchased recently, having moved into fair Magnolia town. I found a nice little place that used to be a laundromat - until the place got torched for the insurance. It was in need of a touch of fixing up to make it work, but the location is frankly ideal for my plan. It's quaint, it's got a nice large basement, it has good street access. All ideal, making it a truly perfect hotspot of activity.

"So, how is everything proceeding?" asked my main investor, who had stopped by for an impromptu visit the day before our big opening. "I've put a decent amount of money into this, so I expect to see returns promptly."

"Of course, of course!" I said, obsequious while still scheming inside. Seething at having to kowtow to this fool with the cash. Not for much longer, not for much longer... "Allow me to give you a quick tour of the building. I think you'll find everything to your liking."

The overweight fool staggered into the building like he owned the place. Which would only be true for a little while longer, in a technical sense. He looked around the ground floor of the building. It was a perfect, pristine example of a family friendly cafe. "No staff on hire?" he asked.

"Ah, just two for the moment," I smiled innocently. I gestured downstairs. "Of course, the ground floor will be for more regular walk ins, while our basement will function as a themed restaurant."

The two of us went downstairs, and passed through a bead curtain that made his eyebrows raise again. And inside were my two staff members: Amber and Lily. Gorgeous girls, really. Orphans that I had rescued some years back. I raised them. I fed them. And oh, like flowers in a garden they had grown up to be so, so beautiful and fiercely loyal to me and my cause.

What? You ask if I have touched them? Heavens no, as delightful a sight as they might be, having raised them I couldn't bring myself to do such a thing. I may be using them as instruments of obtaining power, but to sully them with my own hands? A touch too far. Once I have no more need of them, I shall ask them to lead happy and content lives of their own. With the skills I have taught them, they should have absolutely no trouble in doing so.

"I see what you mean by 'themed'," the investor said, chuckling a little as he took his seat. "Quite a show your girls are putting on."

Indeed. The two of them were adorned in classical belly dancer attire. Where Amber's hair was dark red, Lily's was a bright yellow - and the two of them were wearing costumes designed to contrast sharply with their hair. Veils over their pretty mouths, and the rest of their costumes intended to show off their personalities without them needing to say a word.

Amber was the more athletically inclined of the pair, and so her costume emphasised her figure. The translucent cloth around her legs placing greater emphasis on her healthy thighs, the short top all but pointing an arrow at her belly. Arms fully exposed. You could tell this girl woke up, and in the list of the first ten things she did that day you would inevitably find 'runs a mile'.

Meanwhile, Lily was more of an artistic sort. Her costume was adorned with frills and flourish. Rather than trousers, the bottom half was a mere hanging cloth with golden trim, while glass trinkets cut to look like jewels studded around her top, with the largest of them all sitting comfortably in her navel.

Ah, but not to worry, you'[ll get to know them in more detail later on. For now, we need to focus our attention on our foolish investor, who was sitting back and watching the show with tremendous interest. The fool. This would be easier than I anticipated.

"You know, you might make even more money if you ditch the cafe idea and go full on stripshow," he snorted back a laugh. "If you can hire girls as pretty as this, with that much skill? You'd clear up! Especially in a harbour town like this!"

I nodded along quietly, watching his expression closely. "Perhaps," I said. "However, to be frank, the only girls that compare in beauty that I have seen in this town are all members of that guild."

"Fairy Tail?" he asked. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Some real beauties in there. Shame they'd never go for it."

I shared a glance with the girls, they tittered a bit knowing my plans. The two of them stepped off the stage, moving a little closer. Not too much too soon, but definitely... closer.

"That's a shame," I said. "A shame they wouldn't go for it. Based on what I've heard, you'd need something like hypnosis to make them want to do it."

"Yeah," the investor shrugged. "Trick is, hypnosis won't work on mages of that caliber. You'd have to hit them with something <i>really</i> potent, and if you did that you'd bring the whole damn guild down on your belly."

That slip of the tongue got me grinning ear to ear. Belly, huh? Not head? Well, it was his other head doing the thinking right about now.

"Or something really weak," I mused. The girls stepped closer now, much closer, their lithe bodies expertly twisting and grinding while they muttered their spell under their breath. "Something... subtle. Insidious. Intractable."

"...huh? Did you say something?" the investor asked, leaning forward in his seat to get a better look at the gorgeous sight in front of him. I continued, shrugging and smirking triumphantly. What a truly weak minded fool this was.

"Step one, fascination," I said. "The subject gets an interest in a brand new something or other. Say, for the sake of argument, belly dancing. Step two. Intrigue. The subject starts to learn a bit more about belly dancing, maybe even practising it themselves in their spare time. Step three, hobbyism. The subject starts to get truly interested in belly dancing, and starts wanting to share that interest with their friends. Step four, addiction. The subject begins to seek out belly dancing wherever they can find it, to the point they feel withdrawl symptoms when they go too long without. Step five, obsession. The subject is fully beholden to belly dancing, making it trivial for a certain someone to whisper suggestions in their ear. Making them compliant. Obedient."

"Ahhhhh," the investor let out a sigh. By now, the girls were standing directly in front of him. Dancing their dance of utter submission while the glassy eyed investor stared on, unable to look away.

"Girls, teach him who the rightful owner of this establishment is, would you?" I asked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Sure thing!" Amber said, clapping her hands enthusiastically. "We'll have this whole stinkin' town eating off our tummies in no time flat!"

"Now, Amber. Daddy has a plan," Lily tutted. "He has that plan for a reason. Let's stick to it for now."

Amber pouted. A little too eager to please, as always, though the pushback was occasionally necessary. The two of them balanced each other out well, one being a little too obedient and the other being a little too eager to step outside her boundaries to try to make me happy. Truly, neither extreme would work, for I am fully aware that I am an evil mage, with evil intentions and evil plans. Such a mage is inevitably going to experience hubris, the assumption that all will go well.

Still, I could be patient. If all worked out as it should then by the end of this year every pretty girl in Fairy Tail would be willingly, gleefully, dancing for my amusement. Expose them to the dance, and since their willpower would be much stronger than that investor - I mean, really, falling under that quickly? - it would take several days or maybe even weeks before they truly fell under my power.

Then, once they reached stage three, something fascinating would happen: They would pass on their interest to their friends. Without meaning to, 'infect' them with the same insidious magic that had been cast upon them. It would take a little time, but they would spread it throughout the guild before they knew what was happening, half of them would probably be affected before the first reached the last stage.

Although... There was still one factor in my scheming that needed to be accounted for: Namely, which girl would be my first target?

Furinkan's Boys Club

The sound of the arriving evening class filled Akane with such relief that she didn't know how to express it. Perfect. This was the best chance to get away from the extremely attractive person that was making her feel weird. And by weird she meant 'horny'. Which was weird and new to her, but teaching a class very much wasn't. She couldn't wait to get in there, work off some steam and try to forget for a little while that Ranma existed.

"Ranma, why don't you help Akane with the class today?" Soun asked, gently pushing the pigtailed beauty forward. "It'll be a good chance to get to know each other a little better."

"As a boy!" Akane insisted. "We'll both be boys for this, got it?"

"Fair enough!" Ranma shrugged. She turned around and went in. Damn! Damn, damn, damn, can't get rid of him that easily. At least he'd be a boy, it would be less weird to be attracted to him then. "Huh... Weird how you have such a different physique as a boy."

"Huh?" Akane grunted.

"Yeah, you're way more jacked up than as a girl," Ranma said.

“Have you looked at yourself as a girl? You lose a ton of height and get a lot softer looking yourself.” Akane said.

"Well, I was just wondering," Ranma said. "You're heading into a class of girls when you look that hot? You sure they're here for martial arts?"

Thank goodness Ranma was in boy form right now. If he'd said that while a girl, Akane was pretty sure blood would have shot out of her nose. Like, enough to lift her off the ground. As it was, Akane walked into the training hall, clapped her hands, and the entire class turned to look at them.

"Alright everyone!" she said. "My father is sitting out today. Instead, we have the son of his friend, Ranma Saotome."

"Ooh, he's cute," one girl whispered. Ranma obviously heard that and flexed his big beautiful bicep. "Not as outright hot as Akane, but an excellent consolation prize." He'd heard that too, and huffed. Well... Yeah. Like it or not, Akane's boy form was overall better built. Not something she could help, not something she liked all that much either.

Besides, Ranma's girl form more than made up the difference.

"I wonder if he’ll change like Akane does," another girl whispered. "His hair's damp, did you notice?"

"To cut out the gossip now," Akane said, linking arms with Ranma. "He is my fiance. Got it?"

"Hey, don't go around telling everyone!" Ranma blushed like mad. Oh gosh, she could just eat him up! In fact, if we add some cold water, she might well have made the attempt anyway! "That was just something our fathers decided!"

But too late Ranma, the genie was out of the bottle. Hushed whispers abound. Disappointment too - and no wonder. Two hot studs off the market. Heh, well, they should be a little grateful, now the other boys won't be drooling over her anymore. Or Ranma's girl form, come to it. Smart thinking, Akane and - My god, feel that bicep, it wasn't as big as hers but it was so much more... dense.

... Maybe she should disentangle from him before she got an erection. Over Ranma's boy form this time. What was with her today? What was it about him that was having this effect on her? Was it their dual opposing curses? Y-Yeah, that made sense. It must be something like that. Nothing else she could think of made a lick of sense, so... That had to be it! Which meant he must feel the same way about her. Right? Right?!

"Yay!" One voice in the dojo was pleased at least. Akari Unryu, her new friend. "He's perfect for you, Akane! You make such a cute couple! Now those boys and girls at school won't bug you anymore!"

"Alright, alright! Enough speculation about my love life," Which, to date, included meeting his girl form, leering at 'her', heading home with 'her', finding out 'she' had the opposite curse, that they were engaged, and rubbing one out for the very first time in an oddly detailed erotic fantasy about 'her'. And 'him'. And - not thinking any deeper about that, or the rumours would be going in directions she couldn't contain. "Now Ranma, I've not seen your level of skill yet. Why don't we put on a demonstration for the class? A quick spar, to show them what we can teach them."

"If you hadn't suggested it, I would've," Ranma said, and in a single bound he leaped to the middle of the dojo and slipped into a defensive posture that looked really open, but on deeper analysis very much was not. "Come on, I want to see what you can do too."

He wasn't the only one. The girls in class all formed a circle around them, watching with bated breath as Akane walked forward and entered into a more traditional defensive stance. Akane made eye contact with him. Stared into his blue eyes, deep as the ocean, and for a moment forget what they were even doing.

"Begin!" Akari said, and then it all came flooding back when her body moved automatically.

To her annoyance Ranma didn't move - at first. The first punch went for the shoulder, but somehow he dodged. Fast. Not so fast that she couldn't see it - that much was actually pretty easy for her at this point - but fast enough that it got a gasp out of the onlookers. Not bad. Not bad at all. Akane went for a leg sweep next, but Ranma jumped up into the air.

No counterattack. Assessing her ability? No matter. Her training with daddy had improved her leaps and bounds, so she was already going for the uppercut before she knew what she was doing. Ranma was in mid-air still. A fraction of a second later and he'd have landed, or been able to twist himself out of the way but this strike landed true - onto his block.

Something in his eyes changed. A slight turn up of his lips. He was enjoying this. Well, funny thing. Akane's uppercut had been powerful enough to knock the wind out of most combatants, but given Ranma's speed she'd already expected him to block it. Therefore -

<i>"This is called, the strike of the ravenous shark,"</i> her father had said. <i>"Picture a giant fish lunging for bait on the line - and pulling the fisherman into the water. That is the very image of this technique."</i>

Her hand had been blocked by Ranma - so she grabbed his wrist and yanked him down. This was it! She'd used that idiot Kuno as practise for this, but being able to use it against a fighter of this calibre - Her foot raised into the air for a roundhouse while she dragged Ranma down. She was going to do it. She was going to -

Huh, how did he twist his body like that in mid-air? How had he wound up under her legs and - Woah! Suddenly Akane was face down on the floor, arm tucked between her legs while Ranma sat on her back. She tried to struggle. Tried to move. Tried to dislodge him - but he simply tapped her on the back of the head and -

He'd beat her. After the fact it was hard to really explain her analysis but - based on that, she'd have to rank herself at maybe being a year or so behind him in terms of skill. In terms of strength, about eight months worth of training should catch her up to him. In terms of speed, way more than that. She didn't even think he'd gone all out on that front, not by a long shot.

"Hey, nice trick there," Ranma said, helping her to her feet. "You lose anything as a girl?"

"Reach," she answered sourly. "Technically I can hit a little harder in boy form because my limbs are longer, but my strength and speed are the same."

"Eh? Really? Not noticed much difference there yet in my girl form," Ranma said. "Then again, I am kinda awesome like that. You like?"

Before Akane could answer she heard the whisperings of the girls. "Did you see that intensity? No wonder they're engaged."

"So cool! They're both soooo cool!"

"Oh, this makes them both forbidden!"

A dawning, creeping realisation overtook Akane. They weren't giving up, were they? And they'd get worse if they found out about -

"Did he say girl form?"

Crap. Noticed that, did they?

"Must change like Akane."

"Oh gosh, that gives it even more appeal!"

They weren't giving up at all! Clutching the side of her head, Akane stomped around the dojo on reflex, venting her frustration. How was she suppposed to live anything like a normal life like this?! If these horny idiots didn't leave her alone, she was certain she was going to -

"Ahem!" Nabiki coughed, and dumped a glass full of cold water over Ranma's head. Turning him into a cute, busty shortstack. "That will be all. Please enjoy."

Nabiki had done that for one simple reason. Entertainment value. Free at that. Look at her, sitting over at the side of the training hall, batting her eyes and resting her chin in her hands Smiling brightly and wildly and with faux innocence.

"Ugh, thanks a bunch," Ranma groused, then lifted up her... his shirt, exposing a bit of tummy.

Before Akane could do anything further, something amazing happened. Something astounding, something that left her completely paralysed, unable to even move a muscle.

"Hi there, I'm Akari Unryuu," Akari said, hugging Ranma. Hugging Ranma. Hugging Ranma's girl form. "Nice to meet you. I'm Akane's friend and I -"

<i>"Just couldn't keep my hands off you one moment longer,"Akari said, gently leaning forward to grope Ranma's chest and gently, oh so gently kiss her lips.

"Ah? Is this how girls greet each other?" Ranma asked. Innocent. Naive. She... yes, she repeated the gesture reaching out to squeeze Akari's boobs. "It feels nice... Akane, would you like to greet me this way?"

Akane dumbly nodded. Oh, she was a girl again. She stepped forward, towards the pair of cute girls who were spontaneously making out in front of each other, as girls are wont to do, and - Wait, Akane was a girl and she didn't just spontaneously up and smooch other girls for no good reason, what the hell was she -
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"Say, Akane? What's your opinion?"

Ever have that nightmare where you are naked in class? This was the equivalent of having that nightmare, then waking up in class and the teacher asks you a question. Everyone was staring at her, expecting an answer, when she'd been off in yuriland enjoying the sights.

Which left her with a problem. If she admitted to spacing out, they might ask what got her so distracted. Then a few of these girls would go 'oh, she saw two cute girls hugging' and Akane's response would give away that is exactly what happened.

"Eh?" she asked. Quick girl, think. Think! How to play this off... "Does my opinion really matter?"

"Well sure it does," Akari said. "You shouldn't belittle yourself like that, your opinion is well worth sharing."

Blast. Nothing came from that fishing expedition. Which meant that she had to do the only thing that she could do at a moment like this. Suck it up, and say the bravest possible thing: "I haven't really thought about it, sorry."

"You haven't thought about it?" Akari gasped.

"... No?" Akane replied.

"Huh, really? Would've thought you'd have an opinion on it," Ranma said.

What? What had she just said? Was it so strange? Ah! None of them were saying anything to help her out! Oh gosh, what had she said? What were they talking about? Stupid yuri erotic fantasy and -

"Nabiki! Quit smirking over there!" Akane yelled, and stormed out of the training hall. THis engagement was going to be rougher than she was expecting.

1. Meanwhile, Ranma is trying to deal with the fact that he finds Akane's boy form hot.
2. The next day at school, Ranma meets the Boys' Club.
3. Nabiki continues teasing Ranma and Akane - by tricking one of them into walking in on the other in the bathroom.
4. One of Akane’s friends comes over and sees Ranma.
5. Something Else

The Shinobu That I Know

There's nothing quite like a visit home after a while. The nostalgia, the comfort, these things are nice to have once in a while. However, we all must move on sometime. Fly from the nest, little bird. Experience the world in all its glory and terror alike. It can be frightening, but it can also be quite rewarding.

Though not as rewarding as a nice hard dicking from the boy you liked. As Lum had learned last night. Over, and over, and over again. Sure. It was kind of weird that Shinobu was giving him instructions the entire time, and playing with her body, and giving her big long smooches... But the experience was still extremely rewarding.

Even if it did sort of seem like Miss Sakura's role as chaperone was kinda redundant right now. But oh well!

"It was great seeing you again," Lum said to her parents, smiling sweetly.

"Hahaha! Of course, of course! Drop by any time!" her father said. "And your fiance isn't quite the idiot I thought he was!"

Yes, actually. Now that her father mentioned it, Darling had behaved himself all day when in front of her parents. Every time he was about to say or do something stupid, Shinobu got in the way and distracted him. Huh.

"Ol gur jnl qrne, V'ir orra zrnavat gb nfx nobhg gung jevgvat ba lbhe obql?"

"Oh, this?" Lum said, gesturing to the words 'Ataru's whore' written across her thigh in black ink. She wasn't entirely sure about that herself. "It's -"

"It's an expression of affection, a silly Earth custom," Shinobu interrupted. There she was again. Saying just the right thing at just the right time. It was almost, but not quite, suspicious. "It's completely normal. Totally <i>normal</i>. It would also be considered rude to ask about it on Earth, so please don't mention it to anyone. But it's <b>normal</b>! Like me! I'm normal, totally and completely normal!"

"I'd been wondering about that myself," her father said. "Okay then! Take care of yourself sweetie! And you, Moroboshi, take care of my daughter."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her!" Ataru said. Ooh, that made Lum blush a bit. The four of them went into her spaceship and Lum set a course for Earth. Ah, it would be nice to get back there again. It was weird. She'd not lived there long, but she was already starting to think of it as her home. The technology was backwards, the people were kind of weird. But there was never a dull moment.

"Alright Darling, how shall we pass the - "

Lum didn't finish the question. Largely because, well, Darling was already naked. As were Sakura and Shinobu. Staring at her expectantly, as if they wanted her to do something.

"Well?" Shinobu finally asked. "Are you just going to stand there gawping all day, or are you going to strip off too?"

"Eh?" Lum asked. She turned her attention to Darling, feeling a little awkward and confused. Take off her bikini...? Why should she -

"Ah, Shinobu are you sure about this?" Ataru's penis asked. Or at least a voice coming from the general direction of Ataru's penis. "I mean, it was fun before but -"

"It'll be even more fun now that she's had a taste," Shinobu interrupted. "So? Go on Lum. Take off your bikini. Let's have more fun together."

Right. Yes, that did sound like something she should do. Darling's penis had been quite fun earlier on. HIs surprisingly lean body was also very fun. So she unhooked her bra, slid it off her ams and let it drop to the floor. Her boots were taken off next - her floating in the air, unzipping them and then discarding them - and her bikini bottoms last, leaving her as naked as the rest of them.

In that time, unnoticed by her due to her fixation on Darling, Shinobu had slipped behind Lum, and then hugged her from behind. It was such a shock that she almost literally shocked Shinobu right there.

"Oooh, I can think of some fun things we can do with that electrical power of yours," Shinobu whispered, once again feeling Lum with this strange feeling about the girl. "Miss Sakura, would you please?"

And that's when Miss Sakura entered Lum's vision, pushing Darling to the ground and then mounting him with her hot, lewd body. Lum was pretty confident in her looks, but this human blew her out of the water. A prettier more mature face to contrast with her cuteness. A bigger set of breasts, wider hips, the overall ideal womanly package.

A package that was now riding atop her Darling, throwing her head back, whipping around her hair and - oh yes make no mistake the word 'riding' was used there quite deliberately. If Lum hadn't known what was happening she would think this woman was atop a horse galloping across an open field.

Envy spiked up within her at an alarming rate. Electricity began to build up in the air around her, waiting for her to direct it to its target. Jealousy rising sharply, so sharply that any moment there would be a thunderstrike - only for that envy to die a little when Shinobu licked her neck. Only for it to die again when her hand squeezed Lum's breast. Only for it to die completely, turning into a horny whimper, when Shinobu's other hand traced around Lum's labia, making her spread her legs open on instinct so she could feel even better.

"Tut tut!" Shinobu whispered. "Watch now. Watch carefully. There's no need to be jealous, no need to worry about other women stealing him away. Our Ataru is more than enough to satisfy ten women. You'll see, just watch."


"Ohhhhhh fuck! Oh fuck, this is what I've needed!" Sakura screamed, no longer seeming like the model of stern mature femininity that she had first seemed to Lum. The ideal chaperone was being broken effortlessly by Ataru's dick. He barely seemed to be doing much of anything at all, more of his attention on Lum than the babe he was fucking. "Ahhhh, curse those disease spirits, I could have been experiencing this for years and years!"

"It's hot, right?" Shinobu asked. Lum whimpered and nodded. "Sakura's really hot too, isn't she?" Lum nodded again, to her mild surprise. "Watching someone that hot get completely and thoroughly ruined by that penis is <i>really working for you, huh?</i>"

There was a line in front of her. A line that, if Lum crossed, she couldn't uncross. Floating here, being held from behind by her fiance's ex while their chaperone rode his dick like she was doing it for her planet, only one thing came to Lum's mind.

"Yeah, it's super hot."

Because it objectively was. It was really, really fucking hot. I mean, look at her. Look at how much she's enjoying this. Her toned body bucking forward, slightly shining with sweat from the intense physical exertion. Her face split into an expression of animalistic bliss. The contrast between herself as she usually was and any given snapshot of this - No, don't even think of it like that. While each instant in time was a masterpiece in and of itself it paled in comparison to seeing it in motion.

So yeah. Super. Fucking. Hot.

"Good girl. Now you can take your reward," Shinobu said. She carried Lum closer. Closer. Closer. But not to Ataru. Not to Darling. Closer to Sakura, who tilted up Lum's chin and - Mmm, tasted of strawberries. "That's right. I'm going to teach your body to appreciate women. At the same time, I'm going to teach Miss Sakura how to satisfy women. That way, we'll be able to play it <i>smarter</i> than last time. We'll have a harem right under everyone's nose, and no fucking hypnosis to make me act like a perfectly prudish totally normal girl which is completely what I am by the way, I'm not a total slut or a nymphomaniac <b>at all</b> haha!"

Gosh there was nothing remotely concerning about that outburst in the least. It all sounded completely psychologically healthy to Lum's ears. Then again, her brain was kind of out to lunch right now as she could almost feel Shinobu doing something funny to her brain by drowning it in good vibes.

And then, Sakura shifted. Still lip locked with Lum. But moving. Lum had to float a bit to keep up with her. Where was she going? Lum still wasn't finished -

"Ahhhh, man there's something about Oni pussy that hits different to humans," Darling said. Cue Lum going cross eyed as she felt it entering her again, going deeper, deeper, still deeper, so deep so endlessly deep, deep, deep!

Suddenly Shinobu was in her face with an instant camera. She took a picture, then showed it to Lum. She'd been caught grasping at the sides of her head, tongue hanging out, eyes still crossed, looking a complete and absolute hot mess.

"Aw, he's being so tender with you. I think he likes you!" Shinobu said. Oh~ohhhh, Darling was being so gentle with her, it was true. Holding her close, placing little nibbling kisses on her skin. Her neck, her ear, her cheek, her shoulder, leaving a trail of smooches between them and then mixing it up to kiss a seemingly random location while his <i>penis</i> drove her absolutely wild. "Mm, I think his protestations about your engagement were just him being tsundere. Wow, you must be really special to get him to react that way."

"H-Hey, it's not like that!" Ataru protested. "I'm just, you know, being careful not to piss off the all powerful alien that could blow us out into space at a moment's notice."

"Sure, dearest. Whatever you say," Shinobu tittered. "How are you faring, Miss Sakura?"

"Feeling goooooood!" Miss Sakura said, doing her best impersonation of a puddle on the floor. "Nnngh!" She tried to push herself up - but no, couldn't quite manage it. Down she went again.

As for Shinobu, she shrugged and then got down on her knees, sitting just close enough to Lum that their nipples were barely touching. Her pussy was over Darling's mouth, so he was staying quiet right now. A little too busy using his tongue on her and - Ah! That little movement was making their nipples flick into each other!

"Now, I was wondering," Shinobu began. "Got any hot alien friends?"

"Huh? Y-Yeah!" Lum replied, which seemed to make Shinobu happy because she leaned forward and made her rock hard nipples flick Lum's again. Yipe!

"Well, that's good because you're going to help me corrupt them!" Shinobu said.

"H-huh? Corrupt them? Ooh!"

"Yep!" Shinobu nodded. "By the time we're back to Earth you'll be so enamoured with Ataru's wonderful penis that you'll sell your friends out in a heartbeat. The mere notion of seeing them lose their fucking minds - Like I did when my parents tried to turn me into a goody two shoes, which I absolutely am because I'm a good ordinary girl tralala - Is going to make you so wet you won't be able to physically stop yourself from metaphorically stabbing them in the back."

Before Lum could protest any further, she was hugged from behind. She felt something soft - somethings soft, rather - pressing into her back. It was Miss Sakura! Recovered and pinning her into Shinobu's body while Darling fucked her. Oh! He was picking up the pace a bit now! Shinobu's pussy must have got him really excited!

"This will all be ordinary to you," Shinobu promised. "Totally and completely normal. Just like me."

Ataru's Kingdom

So far, so good. As much as the Genus Loci could tell, all was proceeding as it ought to. The imprint on the conscious and subconscious desires of Ataru Moroboshi were, at times, tricky to interpret into a coherent reality - but somehow it had been a success so far. With a little bit more prodding and pushing everything ought to fall into place making him, and everyone who lived upon this land, happy and content as could be!

There was... one issue though. The Harem Exam. It had seemed logical at the time. A whim pulled from Ataru's mind that had been eagerly woven into the tapestry of reality. Perhaps too eagerly.

But now... The question did linger. What in the blazes was a harem exam supposed to be?

...

Well, there wasn't much else for it really. Ataru himself didn't seem to have much of an imagination for it, only that he really wanted to see one. In which case, why not ask a few others for a touch of inspiration? Yes, that seemed logical. From this, it should be able to determine what this strange idea should look like.

It hoped. These people were really freaking weird.
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For some reason, Sakura had felt this weird tension all day. On reflection, she cold understand why. The perverted hijinks, the wacky nonsense that surrounded her day in and day out. It was obviously getting to her.

What was making matters worse was the upcoming Harem Exam, for which she was to serve as proctor for - of all classes  - Ataru Moroboshi's. She wasn't looking forward to it. Not least because of the antics he would inevitably get up to, but also because that class in general tended to attract nonsense, mischief and the supernatural.

It didn't exactly help that she wasn't entirely sure what a Harem Exam entailed. Only that it was right and proper that one should happen. For some reason, she'd thought such a thing was a joke of some kind when she'd first heard of it, but now? Well, obviously. It made perfect sense when you actually sat down to think about it.

On the bright side, she had acquired some rather sexy new clothes at a discount price. Super comfortable too. Right now she was wearing a rather daring swimsuit while sitting in her massage chair, letting the leaves press the tension out of her shoulders. She'd only been intending to sit here ten minutes, but it was coming close to an hour now. No new patients. A nice quiet day. Where she could relax and unwidn, and let this massage chair work its magic.

At first, she'd fended off the leaves when they tried to touch someplace they shouldn't. They had quickly learned their lessons, and instead focused on her back. Her shoulders. The back of her neck. The high tension zones were smoothed over, lovingly caressed, massaged delicately yet forcefully by these leaves, making it feel like all of her worries were melting right off her. Then - only then - did the leaves feel brave enough to slip around to her front, gently touching the side of her breasts or lightly brushing her navel. It built up further courage over time, until, now an hour after they had begun their ministrations, they had thrown caution to the winds and were touching only her breasts. Going under the swimsuit to fully grope them, teasing her nipples in ways that a human hand could never manage - while another set of leaves was giving the same treatment to her pussy, making her throw her head back and unconsciously hump into the leaves while feeling totally and completely relaxed.

So relaxed that when the leaves rustled and asked a question, Sakura didn't really notice it consciously: "What is a harem exam?"

What indeed? Her head rolled around, and the leaves repeated their question for her.

"Spiritual force," she slurred. "Since a relationship is about spiritual connection, it's only logical that a harem must have an immense spiritual force."

How is it tested?

"Kiss!" Sakura burbled. "A kiss must be strong enough to banish ghosts at 90 meters!"

It said something that out of everyone on campus Sakura was probably the most level headed and normal of the lot of them.

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Meanwhile, Ryunosuke was having the time of her life. Allowed to wear a girl's uniform! A girly skirt, girly clothes, girly underwear, and it felt so right!

Why, she'd even learned how to skip like a girl should. All cutesy and innocent, this was the life! Hah! Sure, it sorta bugged her that she hadn't actually beaten up her old man to earn the right to wear these clothes - but screw it, she was having too much fun!

"So, you've heard about these harem exams right?" Ryunosuke heard one girl say to another. "You know, it's funny but now that I think about it, I don't have the faintest idea what that involves."

"Eh? I was just thinking that too..." the other girl said back. "Say, Ryu-chan? What do you think a harem exam is about?"

"A harem exam...?" Ryunosuke repeated back, tapping her lips and pondering. What an odd question. "I've heard a bunch of students talking about it, come to think." Ryunosuke wasn't the sort to have a head for gossip. She tapped her lips thoughtfully. "Huh, I guess that's something we'll be doing soon, right...?" She folded her arms, tapped her foot and mulled it over, the two girl excitedly looking up at her in anticipation of whatever she might say. It was, uh, kinda offputting if she was being honest. "I got it! They're gonna have us wear fancy dresses, and then make us do a dance!"

Oh yes, she could see it now! Those ballroom dresses that she saw women wear! That would be the ticket wouldn't it? Hahah! Really stick it to her old man, having to wear that for a school thing!

Still, that didn't quite sit right with her. A harem exam... A harem exam... "Kya!" Ryunosuke yelled, lashing out with her fist. "You gotta wear a cute dress, that's what it's all about!"

The other girls stared at Ryunosuke with stars in their eyes. So cool! Even while wearing a girl's uniform, she was still so cool! She rubbed her finger under her nose and grabbed a cup ramen from a nearby flower. So kind of it to offer! Those things were really convenient.

"We'll get you a nice dress, Ryu-chan!" one girl said, steam shooting out of her nose.

"I know! I heard if you negotiate with a panty pixie, they'll set you up with something really special!"

"You'll be the standout babe of the exam, mark our words!"

And... they were off while Ryunosuke was still slurping down noodles. Honestly, aside from her clothes there was still nothing feminine about her at all. Some things never change, it seemed.

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Kukuku. For a long time now, Ran had been seeking revenge against Lum, and now she had hit upon the perfect opportunity. Using her superior alien technology and ruthless cunning, she had broken into the school's admin - a trivial task, had they never heard of basic computer security on this planet? They probably hadn't even invented firewalls yet! - and inserted herself into Darling's harem for the upcoming exams.

"The perfect chance to show her up," Ran cackled darkly. "Of course, I could just as easily remove Lum from his harem... But that would be a little too suspicious. If I leave her in, it will be all that much more humiliating for her when I trounce her!"

With that done, Ran gaily skipped away, happy and content with her villainous deeds. Oh yes, she could hardly wait for the exam to begin.Rubbing Lum's nose in it, proving herself to be the better woman, making Darling drool all over her cuteness, while Lum uncutely simmered and steamed! It would be so satisfying, so fun, so  -

Flip!

Ran whirled around, her cute demeanour gone in an instant. the blade of grass quickly recoiled, mingling in amongst its fellows as if trying to hide what it had done. Ran stomped over towards that patch of skirt flipping grass and smiled at them. Smiled, with her lips. Not her eyes. Her eyes were demonic. This was the kind of smile that warned that you were in for a very, very bad time in the near future.

"Let me guess," she sweetly began. "A bet, right? Go ahead and flip li'l Ran's skirt." She pulled out a doll. The blades of grass quivered in fear. "I mean, the word should have gotten out by now, right? That Ran doesn't like her skirt being -"

Flip.

Ran went still. Ran went very, very still. She stopped winding the doll in her grip for a moment, feeling genuinely incandescant with rage and fury. Why, she didn't know <i>what</i> she might -

Flip flip flip.

The doll dropped out of her hands as a few more blades found their courage, taking turns to send Ran's skirt flying. Exposing her legs. Exposing her underwear. Oh. Oh! At this point she was so angry she was - She was!

"Fine! Go ahead, flip it all you want!" Ran yelled, stepping into the grass and letting it do its thing. She was going in with the mentality of a parent who caught their child smoking. Better finish the pack in a single go! Of course, she was ignoring the fact that this felt good. As in, really really good. As in, she was quickly getting addicted to the sensation of having her skirt flipped up. Because that's just how Ran rolls, you know?

But a strange thing did happen while she experienced this strange new obsession: A whisper on the wind. Going through the grass in the form of a question: What does a harem exam involve?

"Belly dancing," Ran warbled, miming a little bit of it right there. "Yeah, gotta be good at belly dancing..."

An interesting answer. Now let's check with someone outside the school to see what they make of it.

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Benten had to admit, this hot spring was super comfortable. She was wary at first. Moroboshi's bedroom window was <i>right there</i>. But the cheerleaders had assured her that he wouldn't be home for a good while yet, and she'd worked so hard to get this investigation sorted out. Why not enjoy a nice glass of milk while resting in this hot steamy water?

Her first instinct had been 'this is obviously a trap'. Because she still didn't get what the hell was going on around here. Unfortunately her efforts to get more information out of these girls had been completely stonewalled. And this steam was definitely weird too, it was making her head all foggy to the point she didn't remember stripping off and getting into the spring with them. It had just sorta felt right to do it.

"Gosh Benten, you've totally worked your cute little butt off today," one of the cheerleaders said, pushing a glass of milk into her hand. Benten looked at it for a moment. The glass felt cool in her grip, despite the temperature. She downed it in a single go. Delicious. "Investigating the S-T-R-A-N-G-E goings on around here."

""Huh? Yeah, I guess I have," Benten nodded along. Oh, another glass of milk. She downed this one as well, and wiped her mouth with her forearm. "I mean, it's gotta be that Ataru guy up to something. That mountain shaped like a naked chick plain ain't right."

"Of course not!" another cheerleader said. Ah, more milk? Yum, tasted good. "In which case, you did the right thing coming H-E-R-E!"

"I did?" Benten asked. Well yeah, she had obviously, but what did she mean by that?

"If Ataru's the source, then you need to investigate him further," one of the cheerleaders said, giving Benten yet more yummy milk. It felt like each gulp was cooling her head a little. "Bu~ut!"

"You're gonna need to be careful," another cheerleader interrupted with yet more milk. Where were they getting it from anyway? Didn't they need a coupon or something to get a free glass? Whatever, Benten never turned down a free offer if she could help it, so down the hatch. "If you approach him, he might do something funny to you."

"Which we totally aren't!" another cheerleader said, ah more milk, how nice of her. "We're definitely not plying you with magical M-I-L-K that makes you horny and suggestible, while the steam clouds your M-I-N-D!"

Right. Of course they weren't. As if she'd ever fall for something like that anyway. Benten let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, feeling comfortable and secure in finding actual allies in her investigation. Useful allies, not just that dumb monk.

"You need to approach him undercover," suggested one cheerleader. Oh, that was a bigger glass than the others. It took Benten a bit to actually finish it off. "If you go to him in your regular clothes, he'll spot you right away."

"Therefore - Tada!"

Oh. A cheerleader uniform was being held out in front of her. Huh, how about that? Looking closely, Benten thought something was a bit odd about it. The green colour... and it looked like...?

"Is that G-R-A-S-S?" she asked. Huh, something sounded weird about that. Had she said something weird?

"Yep! We wove it out of skirt flipping grass. Teehee, skirt flipping grass being turned into a pleated skirt, something kinda I-R-O-N-I-C about that, don'tcha think?"

If Benten was being honest she wasn't doing all that much thinking right now. Suddenly, the cheerleaders froze in place, not that Benten especially noticed. Then, after a moment, one of them asked her a question.

"Say, what do ya think a harem exam involves?"

"Punching a meteorite back into orbit," Benten burbled in response. Because deep down, no matter what, she was still the kind of chick who leaned into a violent and rough response. Even if that response was, flatly, completely nonsensical.