Patreon Stories: September

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 Pride and Joy

Once upon a time, Kasumi Tendo relied upon housework to - Oh, we'd already covered this?  Well, it was no less true than it used to be. Having got her edge off through copious application of 'Ranma's ridiculously massive cock' one would think that returning to wash the dishes would be quite relaxing for her.

The very fact that I brought that possibility up should tell you that the answer is 'no.'

She was trembling slightly while washing those dishes. Five minutes. Not five minutes ago, she'd cleaned herself off and left Akane's room. Five minutes since  she'd last cum around that big slab of meat. Five minutes since that handsome ripped martial artist made her into a sloppy mess on her little sister's bed.

That should be enough. It should be. By all rights and all reason Kasumi should have had enough. If he'd continued pounding her for another ten seconds she might have passed out. It was a miracle she was able to stand after that intense, penetrating pussy pounding.

And yet not only  was she standing, but her pussy was starting to ask for more. Such a thing seemed impossible. No, that was the wrong word... Totally lacking in common sense. Unreasonable. And yet here she was, squirming and writhing in anticipation of the next time she was taken, made into Ranma's woman. Not even his exclusive woman, just one of them that he uses to allay the effects of this secret curse.

Which led her to ponder - Was it like this for the others? To constantly crave it, to feel this addiction creep into the mind and set up home like an unwelcome house guest. How did they deal with it? Was it like Shampoo said? They took out this burning inferno upon each other to stay sane? How were they able to do anything else? How did they not wind up crawling into one another's beds every half hour? How could Akane and Nabiki go about their school day, stuck in class, unable to experience that wondrous penis?!

But her thinking didn't end there. She had a keen awareness of her own body that she did not possess before. An awareness of her own femininity. Oh, oh, this was quite troublesome. She... she was quite beautiful, wasn't she? Thinking that about herself felt quite arrogant, but... Her body was quite appealing to men. She normally hid it away under these long flowing dresses, but the body was still there. A voluptuous bosom, childbearing hips, a trim waist, the total package. Oh dear. Oh dear. If a man was standing behind her now watching her squirm, they must surely be imagining what her body was doing underneath that dress. Imagining themselves making her do that for them.

The truth was, she wasn't sure she could even think of a man in a sexual light again, save for him. Yet, it was so strange. So very strange! Why would this be the case? It didn't make any sense at all! Why would receiving a deep, deep dicking from Ranma awaken an interest in her own sex? She was rather sure she was straight before all this started. It wouldn't be proper for her to - To enjoy the company of other women! Especially her own sisters!

Which led to a thought she'd been trying to not have. During that last session, it had taken place on Akane's bed. While Nabiki mounted her face. She'd eaten her little sister out while being plouged by the man that was now having regular sex with all three of them. That was wrong. She'd chastised both Akane and Nabiki this very morning for kissing, telling them how wrong it was for them to do that. Yet there she was doing worse with Nabiki and not thinking anything of it until after the fact! There was more to this than met the eye. That penis wasn't just a great lay. The sheer size of it should, by rights, ruin a woman's body forever! These side effects were outright ridiculous - and yet here they were!

There was something definitely magical about that penis, and Kasumi truly did mean that literally. A magic spell of some sort beyond just its size.

"Yo, Kasumi!" Ranma's voice dripped like honey into her ears. "Have you seen Akane anywhere?"

Oh dear, oh dear, that wasn't proper at all. Feeling jealousy towards her little sister was a new experience, and not a pleasant one. The moment passed, and she considered her answer. "Now that you mention it, I've not seen her. I do not believe she's come home yet."

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"Is it any wonder people think I get kidnapped all the time?" Akane groused while struggling against her bonds. In a cave. Honestly, couldn't he have at least put her in a room instead of making her sit on damp ground? "I mean, Ranma gets kidnapped as often as I do - but mine are so much more memorable. It sort of gives that impression, you know?"

Indeed, Akane wasn't exactly the easiest person to kidnap either. When Principal Kuno had arrived, he had strapped her to a pair of brooms and hung her limp body over the assembly hall in an attempt to force Ranma to do his bidding. That lasted about five seconds before she snapped the brooms, jumped down and demanded to know what he was thinking. Ranma hadn't done a thing. Hadn't needed to.

Though that did raise one key point.

"I don't get this!" Akane complained, not that anyone was around to hear her. "This is just pantyhose! How have I not broken out of this yet?!" She took a moment to consider this. "Actually, I should ask that jerk about where he got these, I could use a durable pair..."

"Calling me a jerk isn't a great way to get something out of me," a voice called out by the entrance. There he was. The jerk who had kidnapped her. Akane stared at him with her most evil eye, but honestly this guy had the male equivalent of resting bitch face. Which meant when he went full evil eye it thoroughly squashed her. "Here, some company."

He flicked his wrist, and tossed a beat up cat onto Akane's lap. If it were any other cat then Akane would be feeling some righteous, murderous rage right about now. However, she knew this cat. She was annoyed by this cat. This cat was, at several points in recent history, the very living bane of her everyday life. Oh, sure, yesterday she'd taken the chance to ride Shampoo's face like a saddle, but that was because they were both horny and none of the others were around.

Truth was, even though they were both members of Ranma's harem, the two of them hated each other's fucking guts. You don't just blow off that kind of animosity because you've had to work together on a few things.

"If you're trying to lure in Ranma -"

"Nah!" the jerk interrupted, pulling out another pair of pantyhose and tying it around the cat in her lap, effectively chaining her to the wall. "That pigtailed crossdresser isn't my goal. He's just a means to an end."

"A means to an end...?" Akane asked.

"He's the one guy I've heard of who apparently defeated Happosai."

Defeated Happosai? Akane cast her mind back. When had Ranma - Oh. Right. When he'd accidentally used his giant cock to slap him across the face. She couldn't help but snicker a little at that. Looking back, that was really funny.

"Finding amusement in your situation?" the jerk said. "Well, I don't think there's much funny about it. But don't worry. Don't worry one little bit. After a few hours of sitting here, that fiance of yours will do anything to get you back."

"Can't take him on in a fair fight?" Akane asked.

"Fair fights are for thrill seekers," the jerk said. "I'm more pragmatic than that. When I have a goal, it doesn't matter how I get there or who I have to hurt to get there. So sit tight, girl. You'll be here for a while."

Here a while...? Oh no. Oh no! It had been quite a while since she'd had her last dose of vitamin D! She could already feel it, the emptiness in her body, a void seeking to be filled. Hunger, gnawing at the edges of her sanity! She'd been frustrated enough by this situation to avoid thinking about it, but now - Urgh!

"Yeah, that's more like it!" the jerk said, obviously enjoying her suffering. "Squirm like the worm you are. Hehehe. Everything's falling into place!"

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One hour. It had been an hour since she'd last seen, felt, or otherwise experienced The Penis. At this point Kasumi's body had gone on automatic. She had picked up a duster and started to clean every surface she could find, whether it needed dusting or not.

The reason was her mind, for it was running around in circles. Seeking an answer to her crisis. How was she to sleep at night if she couldn't go even a single hour without feeling this craving? Would repeated dicking turn her into a lewd woman who didn't care if she fucked her own sisters, so long as it meant getting off?  Would her dress sense change? Start wearing more revealing dresses in an attempt to excite her new lover?

The strain was unreal. She felt woozy, yet she moved on automatically. Adjusting to this would be difficult, but surely not impossible. If her sisters had been able to broadly keep this secret right under her nose for even a short amount of time, if they could fool people in their everyday lives, then she should at least have the willpower to -

"Hey, Kasumi!" there was his voice again. Oh no! She was bending over to use the feather duster on a corner! But since she was bending at the waist, it was almost like she was - She was presenting herself to him! "You're sure you've not heard anything from Akane?"

Akane. Akane. Akane. Why did she feel this way? Towards her own little sister. Jealousy... It wasn't something that suited her, but there it was once again. If it wasn't for Akane then she could have that penis to herself! Well, no. There were other girls as well, and she was pretty sure if any one woman tried to hog that dick to themselves it would leave them a hollow empty husk unable to think of anything but pleasure.

<i>Not that different from how you are now.</i>

But she squashed those feelings. Stepped on them, jumped on them and then rose to full height and said to Ranma "No, I haven't heard anything. Do you think she's alright?"

Concern entered her thoughts now that the unworthy emotions were dealt with. Akane... should have been back home by now. Where was she? Hopefully nothing had happened to her - Or... Had she managed to get herself pulled into one of those wacky, zany martial arts misadventures again?

Oh no. If that was the case... if she'd been pulled into one of those misadventures, then that might take Ranma away from the dojo for weeks at a time. Going without that dick for weeks on end? She could already hear the edges of her sanity creaking at the prospect!

Hentai Crystal

"Do you know the real mark of a genius?" Priestess Mercury asked. "It's recognising that there are still mountains to climb. You can always better yourself. Improve yourself.  Don't stop working hard, climb the ladder, reach for the skies, be better today than you were yesterday."

What a self affirming thing to come from this delightful, intelligent young woman. Truly, an inspirational concept that anyone can take to heart. Be better today than you were yesterday, for there is always room for improvement. It is at once humble, yet confident. It can apply to anyone, and yet it escapes the accusation of platitude deftly. How marvelous, how insightful.

It's a bit of a shame then, that what she was literally doing while saying that was, to put it simply, twerking her glorious cheeks like a champion. We're talking hands on hips, squatting down and making 'em shake like jelly in an earthquake. One might think she was just, you know, going up and down over and over again, but dear me you have such a limited imagination if so. Her mighty behind was also gently (well, sometimes gently. Other times roughly) swaying side to side, or going around in circles, or drawing a sketch of the Mona Lisa in the air using just her derriere.

The point is that it was quite chaotic, but also very pretty to watch. Not that anyone was watching right now. Not least her own prudish past self. Well... Prudish probably isn't the word anymore.

"Nnngh! Stop! Please stoooop!" Sailor Mercury gasped, standing back to back with her sluttier Priestess self, hands on her knees while Priestess used her booty to <i>make</i> her twerk and twerk and twerk.

"Now, why would I do that?" Priestess asked. "I mean, there's nothing holding you there anymore, right? You could just as easily walk away at any time you want!"

"I - I won't give up that - Nnnnrgh!" Sailor Mercury grunted, going cross eyed from the strange feelings coursing through her body. "I won't let you do this! You have no idea what Libra is planning! He - It could be trying to turn us into cosmic breeders so it can conquer the universe!"

"Conspiracy theories are beneath us," Priestess Mercury said, putting her butt directly underneath her Sailor version and - Pop! Bounced it right up into the air, then pushed back into it and began to hop very quickly from foot to foot, making her hind quarters vibrate intensely. "Evidence, evidence, evidence! Show your working, or I cannot take you seriously."

"You - You're turning into a relentless slut!" Sailor Mercury warned. "Have you ever met someone who tried to brainwash us who didn't turn out to be evil?"

Priestess stopped, and Sailor dropped to her knees, still feeling a strong jiggling sensation in her rear end. She gasped for breath, lifted her hand and - And!

"One of the hardest problems in mathematics is the Collatz Conjecture," Priestess said, suddenly spinning her hisps and suddenly forcing Sailor's face right between her cheeks. "3x+1. If you really are me, then you've heard of it."

"Mmm?" Sailor gasped, reaching up to push herself away - but instead finding her fingers stuck to Priestess's hind quarters. Like a tongue stuck to a frosty pole, she couldn't pull her face or hands away!

"Start with a number. If the number is even, divide by two. If odd, multiply by three and add one," Priestess said. She then stepped forward, dragging Sailor to her feet. "Then repeat." She flicked her hips back, and Sailor reflexively shuddered through her entire body. Huh, there was - there was definitely more jiggle back there than there had been before, wasn't there? Then, as Priestess continued to talk, she began to twerk in a slower, more methodical manner.

"The conjecture states that for all integers, you will eventually reach a loop of 1, 4, 2, 1." Each number correlated to Priestess drawing out the digit in the air, with Sailor unable to do anything but follow along, unconsciously doing the same drawing with her own posterior. "Using modern computers, we have tested every. Single. Integer. Up to 2 to the 68th power."

Nothing she'd said so far was anything that Sailor didn't know. However, it was quite hard for her to think. Especially when Priestess reached back to smack her own ass like that.

"Even so, that's not enough to say that <i>every</i> integer reaches that loop," Priestess continued. "It's the same with your so-called evidence. Just because all of the beings we've encountered so far that have tried to brainwash us have turned out to be evil, does not mean that we won't one day encounter one that is good."

"B-Brainwashed for good purposes?!" Sailor Mercury moaned. "Ohhh, that's - that's totally illogical!"

"If it's illogical, then you have to provide proof! Where is the contradiction? Where is the paradox?"

"W-Well, right back at you," Sailor retorted. "Ooh - yes - Where's your proof - Ah! Ah! - That Libra is a good guy!"

Priestess giggled a little at that, oh really? "Trying to offload the burden off proof?" she asked. "Well, first you must bear the burden of my super thicc booty!"

But despite that, instead of going further with her twerking Priestess simply stepped away and watched with amusement as this incarnation of her past self continued to twerk away without any further prompting. Making that skirt flip and jostle around while underneath, her cheeks began to swell and rise like a cake in the oven. Every bit as tasty and tempting as well. Looking around, she could see that her allies were having the same kind of fortunes with their own copies - Which only made sense.

It was like... ants, in a way. When they find food they leave a pheromone trail upon their return to the nest. Other ants find it - and are able to follow the trail to find further food. This makes it easier and more efficient for the ants to return that food to the nest, as the trail becomes more well worn over time.

As the four of them had already gone down this path, it was all that much easier for them to guide other versions of themselves down it. The Starlight copies were already dancing around, much as they had before, as their more powerful and perverse future selves had a full understanding of what had to be done to bring themselves over to the horny side.

"Will you take this as proof?" Priestess asked, stepping around herself once again, trailing her hand along this copy's back. "The formerly shy genius, now fully grasping what she desires, and having the confidence to step up for it. Is that not a wonderful transformation?"

"Yeshhhh!" her past self moaned, and so Priestess knew it was time to put an end to this. She leaned down, a mirror image of this version of herself, and began to twerk and twerk and twerk while leaning in for a kiss, finding her copy leaning back in as well. Ah, how sweet this would be, to pass this test with flying -

Or. She could freeze. All colour could drain from her. Huh? Something was... strange. Something was peculiar. Something was -  Priestess stepped back a bit to watch, and saw something very strange, even by the standards that she was used to. It was as if someone had hit a rewind button on this Sailor Mercury copy. The evidence was immediately obvious - her motions, the way her booty was shrinking (a travesty!), the ever increasing speed of her movement. Not just her either. The Starlight copies were undergoing the same effect! Worse yet, the effect was quickily accelerrating, too quick for Priestess to keep up with it. Her past incarnation was just a blur in front of her within seconds of this effect beginning and -

Without warning, a blast of ice magic hit her dead on, freezing her in place before she could do anything at all! Priestess Mercury was frozen to the spot! Simultaneously, she heard rather discouraging sounds from the Starlights! Priestess struggled against the ice... it had a little give, but it would take a bit of time to work herself free. Ah. On top of that, her past self had vanished into the ether, and now she could hear some sarcastic applause.

"Wow, that was something alright," an unfamiliar voice said. "One for the history books. Hi there! I'm Historian, pleased to meet you, wish the circumstances could have been different, etc."

"H-hey, let us out of this!" Fighter yelled, somewhere outside of Mercury's vision. "That was a cheap shot, and you know it!"

"Indeed, making use of temporal reversal to confuse us, and put them inside our guard... quite a devious ploy," Maker tutted.

Mercury didn't say anything. Only her face was exposed at this point. If it wasn't for the fact her body wasn't affected by the cold, she'd probably have hypothermia from this encasement. Instead, she watched as a cute nerdy archaeologist walked into the room, looked around at everything and let out a low whistle.

"Wow, you can just feel the history here can't you?" Historian said. "Look at this writing... The architecture -"

"Don't forget the materials," Priestess added, with only a hint of sarcasm. Although, now that she mentioned it. "This kind of sandstone gives the temple a rather desert feel, but outside is a dense jungle."

"Yes, that is quite interesting!" Historian mused. "Perhaps it was built in a time before the jungle was so prominent?"

"That would imply the magic in this temple is supplementing the local fauna in some way," Maker added. Oh!

"Yes, that makes sense, sexual magic is often connected with a potent life force..." Historian nodded along, taking notes while strolling around the room. "Almost certainly an unintended side effect -"

"Why?" Mercury asked. "That seems like a baseless assumption, likely born from prejudice."

"True, true," Historian nodded along in agreement, producing a camera and quickly snapping a series of photographs of the room. Taking care to avoid the four of them. "I have an overall negative impression of the person in charge, which could be colouring my conclusions."

"Urgh... We're in the middle of a geek out..." Fighter grumbled to herself. For some reason her voice was more muffled than the others. Ah, right. That was a good point. She was starting to get on a little too well with this enemy, wasn't she? It was something that Historian seemed to realise as well.

"A shame you're a twerk addled slut, we might have been friends," Historian said. "I can see it now, the two of us travelling the world, sorting through the past and erasing all ambiguities until there was one clear vision of events!"

"A shame you're a bad girl in need of a spanking," Mercury replied in turn. "I think our discussions about the world's history could have been truly compelling."

There wasn't anything else that needed saying. Historian smirked in triumph, seeming to notice that Mercury wasn't far off breaking out of her ice block prison and deciding that a retreat was in order. Indeed, she shattered that ice not long after, leaving her frustrated. Not cold as she was protected from the elements by her uniform, but still very frustrated.

"Best not to hang around," she said. The Starlights solemnly nodded. "If the enemy knows we're here, we're vulnerable."

"I think I saw a teleportation glyph that we can use to escape," Maker said. Alright then.

"Pft, abandoning this place outright doesn't sit well by me," Fighter said. "How about we get those other friends of yours and fortify this temple, keep 'em out the next time they come knocking?"

That sounded like a pretty good idea to Priestess Mercury. Oh, and they could always return for a power boost as well! But they'd have to act quickly. This was clearly the beginning of a long drawn out battle between Order and Booty. It was her intention that, in the end, Booty prevailed.

CG Dreamscape

So far as Lelouch was concerned, that was a more productive and helpful meeting than he'd been expecting. Of course, he had come away from it with certain more feminine attributes than he'd gone in with. Nothing he couldn't hide. Pretty trivially, actually. He'd always been told that he could pass easily for a girl. Mostly by Milly. In fact, almost exclusively by Milly.

...

Actually, Milly was the only one that had ever said that to him. Regardless, he could trust that she was an expert authority on the matter. In this uniform, his slender body would be able to hide these attributes. With a little tape to help tie certain things down.

He didn't especially notice how little he cared that he had breasts now. If that being was correct, then he had much greater power than he had before... And he was going to put good use to it. The first step would be, avoiding the same mistake he'd made initially with his Geass. He needed to experiment. Figure out the true limitations of this ability, so he could use it most efficiently. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of what happened with Kallen! He remembered that quite vividly, thinking he could use this on a person more than once had nearly led to her figuring him out. Cue that scene in the shower, where he'd tricked her using Sayoko and a recording.

Although he had to admit, he was focusing quite a bit more on the shower part than usual. The outline of Kallen's body through the shower curtain was a memory that most boys in Ashford would likely kill him to dig out of his brain. Yes, a very attractive woman. Slender, athletic, large heaving breasts, a firm powerful pair of cheeks on her posterior, healthy childbearing hips. She was just about as ideal as a woman could be, without the assistance of magic.

All of which made him feel a little bit happy when he returned to the student council room and found nobody there - save Kallen herself. Sitting at that chair, with her hair down, pretending to be a Britannian student. The sickly rich girl, who was truly a rebellious half Japanese firebrand. A cover that must be like hell for her.

"Oh, back already?" she said in her faux weakly tone. So unlike the strong voice that she used in her regular everyday life. "The others are all out on council business."

"Is that so?" Lelouch said, closing the door with a smile. "Then we'd better get on with our own business."

Look at her, she truly is a stunning creature. The two of them have so much in common. Hating the Britannian Empire, living with multiple names, detesting their father while their mother suffered pointlessly... Yes, and Kallen had an older brother did she not? Naoto? A dead older brother who inspired her and her friends.

An ideal candidate to test his new power on. Especially as he'd already used his Geass on her. Without thinking, he made eye contact and activated his Geass, then -

"You have a fetish for femdom, exhibitionism and are <i>hard</i> Lelouchsexual."

The words had tripped out of his lips before he knew what he was saying. Honestly, he'd been intending to use something a little simpler, that he could play off as a joke. That was... a bit further than he'd intended. Perhaps it was because of the nature of the being that gave his power boost?

He watched her carefully for a reaction, while his mind sought a way to defuse things in case she remembered him saying that. It would be a worst case scenario if she did remember!

"Uh, is there something on my face?" Kallen asked after a moment. She licked at the corners of her mouth, as if trying to dislodge some sauce that might be stuck there. "Could've sworn I got it all..."

"No, no, not in the least," Lelouch said. Aha, sweet relief. So it had worked after all? Or... "Is there anything you need help with? I don't have anything else to do at the moment."

"Oh really? Well, you could always rub my feet," Kallen said. It was probably intended as a joke, but - The way she shuddered after saying it was quite delightful to behold. Well, who was he to deny her? Lelouch got down on his knees while she slipped off her shoes and stuck them right into his face. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, m'lady," Lelouch replied, noting the change in her behaviour. Yes, Kallen would never normally do something like this. "If someone comes in, we should tell them you stumbled and hurt your ankle."

"Clever boy," Kallen said. And so Lelouch began his foot rub. She did have nice feet, didn't she? While not exactly a field of interest, he could tell this was a well used foot. Kallen took care of herself, and so it had the proper proportions. "Be honest though, you're really just looking for a chance to feel up my leg."

"Am I, now?" Lelouch mused.

"Really now, you boys think us girls don't notice you looking?" Kallen said. "I've not caught you out yet, but I know the other boys in class all sneak a peek."

"I see," Lelouch said. "And what if I did something like - " He then took his hand off her foot and trailed it up her leg, squeezing just behind her knee - and for his trouble ate a foot to the face.

"Watch it buster, that wasn't an invitation."

"Now, now. I'm just having fun..." Or more precisely testing out her limits. While she was trying to hide it Kallen was very obviously aroused by the contact and attention. It wasn't influencing her behaviour too much yet, but the signs were there if you knew what to look for. Fascinating. Truly fascinating. Annoying that his Geass was limited to sexual matters, but... No matter. He could easily make tactical use of this still. The situation was ultimately under his control.

How little he knew.

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Kallen Stadtfeld/Kozuki lived a dual life. Born to a Britannian nobleman father and a Japanese woman ten years prior to the conquest of Japan, and the transition to Area Eleven, she had been forced to live in two different worlds. She had seen, up close and personal, the nasty selfish, brutal nature of Britannian high society. She had seen the effects it had on the downtrodden Japanese-turned-Elevens. Both of these things made her resent that side of herself. Hate it. Detest it.

Yet it also provided her with a shield that she might not otherwise have. A dual identity to cover for her illegal activities. She was a member of a resistance movement. A minor one. Formerly headed by her own big brother Naoto, who had tragically died in the midst of their mission against the Empire.

So. Yeah. Being made to attend one of those fancy parties by her actually wicked stepmother was not what she would call a dream come true. Look at her, decked out in this fancy sweeping dress. Showing off way more cleavage than she liked, and snugly fitting to the rest of her body so much that you could easily tell the shape of her figure. No need to guess, it was all on display already.

That was a secondary concern though. Looking around she could see a lot of movers and shakers within the Area, milling about like it was no big deal. Ugh! And her without her knife. Not that she would've been able to get it in with it, there were metal detectors on the doors and a body search before access to the hall. Still, it rankled her rebellious tendencies (which tended to govern most of her behaviour) standing here, unable to do anything to any of them.

Deep breath. Hurting or killing any of them wouldn't do anything. Even if you did manage to, say, reach Cornelia or Euphemia over there and snap both their necks, it wouldn't amount to much. Your own arrest and execution, investigation into your associates, the utter ruination of everything you worked for, tossed away on a moment of frustration. Talk about a waking nightmare.

Which is funny because that's the opposite of what she was experiencing right now. She simply hadn't realised it yet.

One thing that should have struck her as weird was the servants. Looking around the room, she should have noticed that it was strange there were so many bunny girls strutting around. This event had been set up by Cornelia, after all - she's not the sort that would want that kind of eye candy cluttering up an event. All of them Japanese. Busty, wearing skimpy pink leotards, little bunny ears and a poofy little tail. Showing off their ridiculous curvy bodies... Mere eye candy, strutting around and putting themselves on display.

That should have been the first clue. Now for the second.

"Bad boy!"

Kallen looked over and saw a nobleman on his hands and knees, getting smacked in the rear by a bunnygirl - and nobody batted an eye. They all treated it as if it was a normal thing. Ignored it. Got on with the party. And, funny thing it wasn't the only example of that same event happening. There were Japanese bunnygirls stepping on backs, or using noblemen as benches, generally doing things that, in the real world would absolutely get a Japanese person beat up or worse if it even looked like they were going to try it on a member of the general Britannian public. Never mind nobility!

"Ah, step on me more, you filthy Eleven!"

"I bet you enjoy using my back to rest your plump Eleven posterior!"

That sort of thing was being said instead. That should have been a clue. It should have been a massive clue. Something was wrong, and she should try to figure out what it was. However... this was a dream. As such, dream logic applies. Even to the person having the dream. Such oddities and incongruities can be explained away.

So why was she staring if this sight was so mundane within this dream world? The answer came when she was gently embraced from behind by an unfamiliar figure.

"That's the way things should be, should it not?" whispered a voice that was like fine silk. Kallen barely noticed her. Some noblewoman wearing an especially clingy purple dress. So tight to her body it might as well have been a leotard. "Men are so easily ruled by their lusts, it's only natural they'd seek such attention."

Kallen nodded in understanding. In their own way, these Britannians were demeaning those women by making them strut around like this and -

"The word you are seeking is 'domme'," the stranger continued.

Yeah, by making them domme them like this, those Britannian men were... Ugh, disgusting. It made her want to - want to march over there and stomp on them herself. Not because they made her do it but because she wanted to teach them a lesson! She wouldn't be nice about it like those others, she'd grind her heels in a really sore spot at the first chance she got!

Without noticing, her fancy yellow dress, already quite revealing became even more so. The neckline plunged to further depths, the fabric clung to her skin in a way quite unlike regular fabric. If there were no mistaking her figure before, then in comparison she might as well be naked like this. Her eyes glazed over while watching the fun, lingering especially on the figures of the bunnygirls strutting around like they owned the place, when in truth they were little more than servants.

"That one is my personal favourite,"

Kallen absently followed where she was looking, and found herself staring at a slender beauty with dark hair, round hips and a remarkably fine ass. Those legs looked like they went on forever in those stockings, and that tail was like a cute little exclamation mark on the end of a perfect sentence. Each step was meticulous, practised, a work of art unto itself. Yeah, it wasn't ahrd to see why that would be someone's favourite. Just watching her strut around like that made Kallen feel -

"Lelouch?!"

The gasp had been whisper quiet. In an instant, she had dashed across the room, paying no heed to the fact that in a crowded party like this everyone was clearing a path for her as if she was Moses at the Red Sea. She grabbed Lelouch and yanked him out into a side hallway. Him! Hah, with a body like that -

"What's going on around here?" Kallen whispered quite insistently.

"Ah, Kallen!" Lelouch gasped in a quite feminine way. This should have been another clue. The real Lelouch would have immediately played dumb. Pretended that he did not know her. That he merely looked like someone that she knew.  After all, Lelouch was a boy, and 'she' was a girl. That should have been another clue, but the logic of dreams interfered yet again. "So you have uncovered my secret. My sexy, sexy secret."

"You're really a girl?" Kallen whispered. Lelouch nodded. Hiding her true gender... Working at a place like this! The latter, it was easy to guess the reasoning. To gather money for Nunnally. Gambling alone wouldn't provide enough to pay for her care. But this... this would certainly do it. "But why?"

"Lady Stadtfeld, is this slutbunny bothering you?" asked a voice that sent chills of anger and fear down Kallen's spine. Turning around, she beheld Cornelia li Britannia in evening wear. A dark pinkish leotard to match her hair, hugging her ridiculously curvaceous and powerful body, while large bat wings protruded from the back.

But this was not an Eleven. Kallen wanted to protest that, but Lelouch gripped her arm and slightly shook his - her head. Oh no. Kallen felt completely trapped all of a sudden. She could hardly do anything to Cornelia without getting Lelouch involved as well, and the same reasoning as before applied.

"She is not bothering me," Kallen firmly stated. Lelouch cringed behind her. "I merely intended to ask her a question, that is all."

Cornelia reached out her index finger and tucked Kallen's chin up. The urge to slap her - or worse - was very, very strong. Nonetheless, for the sake of everything she was living for she held back. "Hrmph! We women of Britannia are not like the men. We do not secretly pine to be dominated by Eleven women! We dominate them instead! From the way she cowers behind you, it is clear as day that she knows that she has done something naugthy. Something... that must be punished!"

Before Kallen knew what was happening she was back in the main hall, with all the guests and servants watching in a big circle around her, while Lelouch was laid over her lap. Eh? Eh? So suddenly?! How had this happened! So quickly, and -

"Kallen, let's get this over with," Lelouch said, arching her back and almost thrusting her magnificent cheeks right into Kallen's face. "The sooner we do it, the better."

"Punish her!" Cornelia called, sticking her thumbs down in the style of the old Roman Emperors at the end of a gladiatorial combat. "Punish her! Punish her!"

Alright, alright! Obviously she wasn't getting out of this without going ahead with this nonsense! They wanted her to spank Lelouch? Then she'd raise her hand into the air, and bring it down on the curve of her quivering cheeks! Better make it look good, so she didn't hold back even a little bit.

The sound was like thunder, and echoed in Kallen's eardrums. Loud, powerful, momentous and ominous. And yet, her entire focus was on something else. The soft warm sensation in her hand. Kallen groped without meaning to, and though it was quiet in comparison to the sound of that thunderous spank, the little whimper Lelouch made sent chills down her spine.

"Again!" the crowd roared, and so Kallen lifted her hand and brought it down again, her eyes catching and her mind memorizing every little jiggle, every motion, every shake, every quake. Was it her imagination, or were those cheeks swelling up under her touch? "Again!"

"Yes, m'lady!" Lelouch squealed. "I-I have been naughty! I lied to you! I kept the truth secret from you!"

That was true enough, wasn't it? This time, Kallen stopped to run her hands alongside the inside of Lelouch's thigh. Such nice legs. Not as nice as Kallen's but still very nice. The crowd brayed and laughed, and a strange feeling welled up in the pit of Kallen's stomach.

<i>Should I be...?</i>

"Again!" Cornelia commanded, and so she did just that, her aim and use of force far more efficient. This time when she heard Lelouch's yelp of surprise, a small sneer crept onto her face without her noticing. With her other hand, she trailed a pair of fingers along the inside of her thigh, the warmth and softness reminding her of a tender steak. She pushed aside the leotard almost as a matter of course, and then... And then she pushed her fingers in as far as they could go, relishing the warm damp sensation, squeezing and tugging at her fingers.

Kallen felt a little bleary eyed. What was she -

"Again!"

The smack came before she knew she was even doing it, and this time the lewd "awooawoo!" that Lelouch let loose caused Kallen to temporarily forget how to breathe. It really was not her imagination, Lelouch's thighs and cheeks were definitely getting bigger, meatier, juicier, more delectable -

"Now call her what she is!" Cornelia's voice broke through clearly. "A filthy, dirty slutty Eleven."

That was a step too far for Kallen! She couldn't do that! She rose her head, looking around the room while one hand groped and squeezed and dug her fingers into that tasty, juicy rump and the other thrust repeatedly into Lelouch's moist, welcoming pussy.

There were guards everywhere. Armed guards among the guests. It felt like she was sitting amongst ravenous wolves that might rip them to shreds at any moment.

"Go ahead," Lelouch whispered. "I don't mind! If it gets you out of this..."

Gulp! Kallen raised her hand into the air and  -"Slutty Eleven!" she yelled, and brought her hand down. A shock of something went through her. That felt... good? She raised her hand once again. "Filthy, inferior Eleven!" Smack! Ah, the rippling jiggle of her flesh was so refreshing to see! Kallen couldn't hold back anymore, she stuck her face right between those cheeks and motorboated them, while her fingers diligently found Lelouch's clit and teased it without mercy or restraint.

All the while, her 'dress' transformed around her. It transformed, beyond recognition even changing colour to a bright crimson, taking on the appearance of a snug leotard with a low neckline. Pink tights adorned her legs, with a repeated bat motif adorning them.

However, that was not all! Around the arms and waist and down that plunging neckline, a number of strange frills began to appear along those tight clothes. It gave the impression of a much fancier attire, austere and noble.

When she pulled her head up again, Kallen's breathing was ragged and the smile on her face was utterly unrecognisable.

"You see?" Cornelia asked, drifting down behind Kallen on fluttering bat wings. "It feels nice, doesn't it? Dominating others. Controlling them. Making them submit to your will!"

It did. It felt good. It felt really, really good to - Kallen wrinkled her nose. No, this was wrong. This was -

"It's fine," Cornelia said, brushing her cheek. "She gave her consent, did she not? That's what makes her a slutty, filthy Eleven. The fact that she wanted you to treat her this way. To put her in her place."

"Yes, please, do whatever you want to me?" Lelouch writhed in her lap. But... But! "I'll do it! I will do anything you ask!"

"Have you no pride?!" Kallen spat out, barely able to take it. She never could stand it when she saw them, out and about. Elevens letting themselves be stepped on, walked all over by smug Britannian assholes! "Fine, be that way! Lick my pussy!"

Kallen lay back and spread her legs, dimly aware that she was out in public. Surrounded by Britannian nobility. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? This wasn't like her! This wasn't like her at all!

"i'm a slutty Eleven bitch," Lelouch said, crawling on her hands and knees towards Kallen, licking her lips. "I want to do this. I have no pride." She reached Kallen's leg, then used her tongue to trail along from Kallen's knee to thigh leaving a trail of drool all the way up. As she did so, a little crown appeared atop Kallen's head. A small crown adorned by bat wings.

"She wants to be treated this way," Cornelia repeated. Yes, Kallen could see that. Kallen could understand that. If that was the case then - then wouldn't it be crueller to deny it to her? Lelouch's mouth finally reached its destination, lapping and suckling away, mewling and whimpering directly into Kallen's pussy, sending vibrations of pleasure through her. "For some people, it feels good that they are treated like this."

"Feels good..." Kallen moaned. Yeah, she got that. She understands that now! If that's the case - if that's the case, then surely... Surely there were people who didn't know they liked being treated like this? If that was true then surely -

"You should teach them their place," Cornelia continued. "Teach those inferior worms the pleasure of being dominated by Britannian pussy. Be they men or Elevens alike!"

"Y-Yes! You're right, your highness!" Kallen yelled, hips bucking and thrusting, her hands gripping the top of Lelouch's head as she continued her licking and sucking. "I - I must teach them! Ohohohoho! Yes, it's so clear to me now! That is my duty as a Britannian - Nnnnrgh!"

In her bed at the Stadtfeld estate, the real Kallen grunted and rolled over with an odd smile on her face. A haughty smile. Superior, as she felt impulses she'd have found disgusting and intolerable before. As she rolled onto her front, unbeknownst to her, a little pair of wings grew out of her back, and flapped silently and slowly in the night.