Stories: Patreon Stories, October

 

 Hentai Crystal

Of all the places they could have gone, Sailor Mars did not expect that they would be going to a classroom. It made sense though. The being she was accompanying was called Teacher, after all. She flopped down into a chair, feeling utterly drained -

"Up straight, Miss Mars!" Teacher said, her... his? Back turned. How did they know?! "Posture is important, you can do long term damage to your spine if you slouch."

She did just that, right as another voice came from outside the classroom. "That's your problem right there, offering advice for nothing." The owner of that voice walked in, and he was every bit as suspicious as he sounded. He gave Rei the impression of someone who was trying just a little too hard to come off as trustworthy. He eyed up Mars, giving her a polite smile, and added "Then again who am I to talk when I just gave out free advice of my own?"

Yet another new arrival was right on his heels. A sort of cute petite girl wearing an outfit right out of a safari documentary. "Historically speaking, prisoners are usually restrained in some manner."

"Sailor Mars is not our prisoner, Historian!" Teacher said. "Instead, she is our guest. She has come to understand that we are not the villains of this story. Indeed, the true villain is, in point of fact, the entity that has been empowering her friends and seeking to corrupt them towards sin and vice."

That's right. Libra was definitely not what he appeared to be. Not some benevolent entity, but rather a lustful spirit transforming her and her friends into - Ugh! She couldn't even think of it! Still, she was not naive enough to think that these were the good guys merely because they were offering to help her deal with Libra. All it meant was that their agenda and his didn't align.

Looking at this first guy that wandered in wasn't making her feel any less apprehensive, either.

Teacher coughed politely. "Sailor Mars, my associates. Historian, and Loan Shark."

"Loan Shark?" Mars asked. Not exactly a name bubbling over with good intentions behind it. Maybe a temporary alliance with these guys wasn't the best idea after all.

"Heh, the name always puts them off," Loan Shark said. Yes. It was like wondering why 'Cannibal man" was an unpopular superhero. "I ain't that bad. Listen, I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Sound like a nice deal?"

"I'm sure the interest rates are reasonable," Mars said. Maybe she should leave...?

"Alright, let's call this meeting to order!" Historian quipped, bursting in between the two of them. "My little joke, don't mind me. You don't mind, do you Teacher?"

"Of course not," Teacher said, sitting at the head of the table. "Please, Historian. Give the class a talk."

Loan Shark rolled his eyes and sat down. As for Mars, basically the only reason she was hanging around at this point was to see what they were up to before trying anything. Information was a -

"This is what I found," Historian said, producing an exact replica of some weird looking temple. "So far as I can tell, it's an ancient temple devoted to a Lust Demon. This is in line with numerous pantheons -" Oh no, she had the same look Ami got when she started spouting off on some random trivia. To be honest, she sort of zoned out for a bit there. Until...

"And this is what I found inside."

Historian showed a three dimensional image of a very familiar figure. Hands on knees, butt stuck out, jiggling like crazy. That was -

"S-Sailor Mercury?!" Mars gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Ami Mizuno! That shy bookworm! Twerking like - like that?! What happened to her butt?! It was so big and round and - Urgh!

"Yes, quite disgusting isn't it?" Historian turned up her nose. "She was obviously very intelligent, but now she's been transformed into a twerk-o-matic. Er, sorry to be crass."

This was... This was so much that Mars didn't even notice what Historian was saying. This is what Libra had done to Ami? It was too much! A line had been crossed now. Okay, maybe they had faked this to convince her - but looking at it, this image felt more real than she was.

If this was what she was going up against, then... Mars sank into a deep despair at the idea. These guys were her only shot. Her only chance. To free her friends. To undo this corruption. She would have to work with them, for real.

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What was going on in the mind of Sailor Earth - AKA, Naru Osaka - at this very moment? Why, what else but bliss? They say that ignorance is bliss, but that's not a universal truth. Quite the contrary, there are numerous occasions where knowledge brings happiness.

Case in point, her new intrinsic understanding that Sailor Moon was her good friend Usagi Tsukino. Further, her comprehension that she had a big ol' girl crush on Usagi for years and years and years. Further still, the fact that she was unconsciously putting herself in harm's way so she could be saved by those short skirted superheroes was now amazingly clear to her.

Was it true before Libra started building a corridor for her? You decide. The point is she was happy as a pig in shit. Or a succubus at an orgy if you want a sexier example. She felt so - so alive, so <i>fertile</i> and <i>ready to be fucked</i>, as well as ready to save her planet with her new friends.

But before she could finish reacquainting herself with her new friends and teammates, the door opened wide. All of them immediately got into battle stances, Jupiter a more traditional martial artist's stance, Venus twirling her fuck-me chain around her body, Moon in a position she probably saw on television recently, and Tuxedo Mask... was too busy staring at Moon's legs to notice what was going on at first, but then he tipped his hat and pulled his cloak in front of his body, just in time for -

"What up bitches! Priestess Twerkury is in the house!"

Three big bootied strangers with their hands on their knees twerked their way into the room. That is to say, they made short hops while shaking their rumps around like jelly in an earthquake. And then, with a hand on her hip, in strutted Sailor Mercury. Followed closely by a butt. Though not just any but. The King, Queen and Royal court of butts. It felt as though every single step was followed by a ripple in time and space. Watching her take a step was like an optical illusion in motion, by comparison everything else felt like it was rippling and bouncing even though it was actually standing in place.

"Oh my gosh, Sailor Mercury!" Moon gasped, rushing forward ahead of the rest of them to hug her and then squeeze her rump. "We were so worried about you!"

"Well, as you can see there's nothing to be - "Mercury began, then looked over at Earth. Then, after a moment, she nodded in appreciation, licking her lips a little as well. "There's nothing to be worried about. As you can see, we have discovered Libra's temple and ascended to Priestess."

<i>"I have a temple?"</i> Libra asked. <i>"Huh, news to me. I guess someone set it up after I got sealed away...?"</i>

For some Reason Earth felt this powerful compulsion to plant her face in the ground while making an over the top sound effect. That was weird, she wondered where that came from? Well, no matter! Sailor Jupiter was stepping up to Sailor Mercury with a cocky smirk while her hands heft the underside of her ridiculously massive boobs.

"Nice!" Jupiter said, and nobody could hope to argue against that. "But you do realise we have to compare our assets now, right?"

"Of course," Mercury smiled. "For scientific purposes, it is vital that we ooooooh yeah..."

In the time that she'd started to speak Jupiter had dropped to her knees and pushed her tits right into Mercury's butt. Not long ago Naru would have gawped at that in total confusion. Why would they do that when there were more important things to discuss? Like Libra's temple, or the fact that Mars was missing, or -

Not so much now. She got it. This was an absolute priority. Of course Jupiter was going to smoosh her boobies right into Mercury's enhanced booty. The reason why spoke for itself. Look at that flesh, like an unstoppable force meeting the immovable object. Jupiter's nipples were obviously rock hard, given the way that Mercury's cheeks were being pushed around with each and every movement. This comparison was one that must be made. It simply had to be. Right here, right now, otherwise nobody would be able to get anything else done at all.

Of course, Earth's new motherly instincts were telling her that her best friend was feeling a bit left out. As such, she had no problem at all in hugging her from behind with her big milky tits. "H-Huh? Sailor Earth?"

"Shh, now!" Earth shushed, and oh hello there Venus. Leaning over in front of them like this was quite the invite. "Here, you deserve this."

"What I deserve is curves like you guys have," Moon grumbled, her envy quite obvious and immature. "But I'm not going to say no to being the middle of a booty tower! Get over here!"

A booty tower! Oh, she'd never heard of something like that until now, but it somehow felt completely obvious. Jupiter and Mercury moved over so that they were to Moon's left and right, then resumed where they left off with her head in the middle - while Venus and Earth moved right on in. Pushing their milky boobs or curvaceous butts right into the sides of Mercury nad Jupiter's even bigger boobs and butt! Completely surrounding Sailor Moon's head - but don't worry, the lot of them didn't technically need to breathe so it was all good, they wouldn't accidentally suffocate her with all this ass she was surrounded by.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Tuxedo Mask said, nodding in appreciation. The Twilights twerked away in agreement right next to him.

<i>"I've seen hotter - Hold on! Aren't we getting a little distracted here?"</i>

"Um, Libra's right, we really should get on with this," Venus said. Earth nodded in agreement with that. She was kind of new here, so it would be good to have a solid handle on what was going on around here. "Mercury, can you tell us about your temple discovery?"

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In the middle of all that ass, Sailor Moon should be in paradise. I mean, have you seen what she's surrounded by? No, you've not. You've read a description of it and are imagining it, but you've not seen it. But that didn't matter because she had seen it, and dayum! Give her some of that, serve it up with ice cream and it would be the yummiest dish possible!

That's normal. However... right now, they were all carrying on a conversation out there. With themselves. With Libra. Enjoying their new sexy bodies while she was just... plain old Sailor Moon. No ridiculous sexy curves, no butt that bounces like a basketball, no monstrous melons on her chest, no hourglass figure - it was the most ordinary and boring she'd felt in a while.

It wasn't vanity eating at her or anything like that, of course. No, no, this was all lust. She wanted that body so she could satisfy her man the way he deserved to be satisfied. So while Mercury was filling everyone in on that temple she found and that 'Historian' person she ran into, and then Venus, Jupiter and Earth filled Mercury in on this Teacher person, and Tuxedo Mask went on about how they fucked real good but got interrupted by some creep trying to trick them - who somehow knocked Libra's influence out of them...

Well, she was only sort of half taking it in, you know? She missed having a sexy body like the others did. Ah, and after seeing what Naru and Ami had transformed into it was making her feel that little bit more jealous of the others! Like they were all pushing on, ahead of her. Running away down the track, where she couldn't reach them. Any of them would be far more capable of sexually satisfying Mamoru. Ah! If they rescued Rei, and they managed to fix her then - She might make another play for him!

Oh, that was bad! Of course, she couldn't leave Rei not saved, that was out of the question. On the other hand, if they figured out how to fix Mars then surely they could fix her as well!

Negima C+S

Chao had a plan. Oh, what a plan. A devious cunning plan that would enable her to have her cake and eat it too. To think that Chisame, of all people, would enact such a thing. Spreading such a glorious message that could only lead to humanity's peace and prosperity!

One might imagine that she, alone, was fully capable of enacting this plan by herself. She had the knowledge. However... Such a task should never be undertaken alone. You should always have someone to back you up in case of unexpected events. That was how she operated at the festival, yes? Technically she could have pulled everything off alone, but having access to a diverse skill set had proved essential to pulling everything off.

And so it was only natural that she would approach Hakase for assistance... though of course Chao was blissfully unaware that Hakase was already toiling freely under the effects of a certain perverted spell. Or that she had indirectly caused Chisame's show to take such a hypnotically lewd turn by using that same spell on Chachamaru. But hey, happenstance is a fine thing, right?

"Knock, knock!" Chao called, immediately walking right into Hakase's lab. "I hope I'm not interrupting... anything?"

"Hi, Chao!" Hakase said, waving cheerily at Chao, while apparently wearing nothing but a lab coat. That wasn't Chao's imagination, was it? "Fancy seeing you here today. I've been looking for volunteers for a new experiment, and -" She stopped to look Chao up and down. "Yes, you'd be absolutely perfect."

"Ah, thanks! But I came for a proposition of my own!" Chao said, chipper and upbeat as ever. "You don't mind if we do that first, do you?"

Hakase adjusted her glasses. To her mind, getting Chao to agree to her 'sleep experiment' was absolutely paramount. Once she agreed, she could have the spell cast upon her as she slept, growing the ranks of the perverted by one. If getting her agreement involved doing her a small favour, then what would be the harm? "So long as it won't take too long, I'm quite busy."

As for Chao, she was far more directly manipulative and understood fully that Hakase was probably busy with something. Nonetheless, she had to ensure that her task took priority, because the fate of humanity was at stake! When you compare it like that, it's rather obvious which of them was about to come out on top, right? Chao simply pulled out her phone and asked "Have you seen Chiu's latest broadcast?"

"It's not really my kind of-" Hakase began, but by then the phone was already in front of her, making her fully aware of the dance. The goofy, kinda weirdly sexy dance that Chiu was engaging in at that very moment. "Uhhhh..?"

Kukuku, that's right! Hakase was a keen and brilliant mind but she didn't have the same sort of mental defenses that Chao had! Mind control of this level had no effect on her at all! Although, she had to admit to herself, seeing Hakase start to do the dance herself with that slightly vacant smile on her face was rather... <i>fascinating</i> and <i>distracting</i>.

Nonetheless, Chao was not a pervert. She had not been affected at all by the hypnotic effect. "You want to help with this," she said to the dancing Hakase. "You need to help me make this effect more... potent. Spread it further afield."

"Nnnngh!" Hakase grunted. Funny thing. Chao didn't need this trick to get her to do anything. If she'd said this was what she was up to, then Hakase - influenced by the carrot and stick spell - would have felt thoroughly compelled to assist anyway. "I want to help spread this to the whole wide world!"

Well, that went easier than expected. Kukuku, Chao had expected that she'd need to show her this video for a much longer period of time than that! She moved her hand an inch as if to put the phone away - but an idle thought hit her. Just to check... "You're already wearing a naked labcoat. Put on some cat ears, a cowbell necklace and some high heels, then leave them on for the duration of our conversation without thinking it's weird you're wearing them."

Once again, if Chao had merely made the request then Hakase would have been compelled to do it anyway. As it was, she danced her way over to a drawer in her desk, pulled it open, yanked out the items in question ("Wait, you had those to hand already? I was going to get them for you.") put them on and hip bumped the drawer closed, all without taking her eyes from the phone.

Satisfied with this, Chao put the phone away.

"Oh! We simply have to share that with as many people as possible, immediately!" Hakase said with great, renewed enthusiasm. Also cat ears (which were twitching somehow), a cowbell that practically forced her labcoat open a bit more, and a pair of high heels that made her legs really pop. "With a bit of targeting we could really make that message heard!"

Kukuku, look at how cute she was. Why, that enthusiasm was quite infectious. It almost made her want to hug and kiss Hakase. Not in a gross perverted way. No, nothing like that. She just wanted to stick her tongue all the way down this cute scientist's throat while giving her delightful rump a squeeze, there was nothing wrong with that at all!

"The biggest problem with spreading this message will be the magic enforcement side of the equation - ne!" Chao giggled. "They'll be real sticklers for this sort of mind control magic getting out. Even if it is partly based on advanced technology, there's still some magic in there too."

Hakase adjusted her glasses once again. "If we want to spread it to the other schools, then surely the cheerleaders would be a good target? They'll visit, they can show a recording, and then... it will spread like a meme!"

Oho! Not bad thinking! Chao could see it now. Those cute cheerleaders in their tight jumpers and tiny frilly skirts dancing around to that fun goofy dance, swirling around their pompoms for a great big crowd. Putting them all under their spell, while flaunting their butts, boobs, thighs and waists... Such a delightful scene! It would help them spread things very quickly! And Chao wouldn't mind watching such a nice show either...

"I was thinking more along the lines of... Misora," Chao said, practically drooling at the prospect. "Can you imagine her, dressed like a nun, dancing like this?"

As a matter of fact, Hakase could. So could Chao. It was so easy to imagine, her in that long unflattering frock having to jut out her hips and strut around like a big oaf, swirling around so much that it caused the far too modest bottom of the skirt to twirl up to the point that - gasp - you could see her ankles... Truly a delightful image! Sinful, one might say.

Gosh it was a good thing that Chao was immune to that kind of low level mind control or she might really have become a pervert. It was a great thing for this timeline that she had the willpower that she did!

"Oh, how about Takane?" Hakase asked, and Chao's hips reflexively thrust out at the mention of her name. "If we could get her under, she'd made a tremendous target, right?"

Takane... Takane D. Goodman! "Oh, what a fun ally she would be-ah!" Chao sighed. She could see it so plainly. That gorgeous, elegant, experienced maid having all her clothes ripped off once again for no apparent reason while she danced away, eyes totally glazed over, flaunting her body without a care in the world... "She would make a superb undercover agent."
"Or perhaps we should stick to the class and build up more resources?" Hakase said. Ohoho, it sounded like she'd put some thought into this! "Having Ayaka or Chizuru on team would be amazing, we could use their connections to really spread this far and wide!"

Chizuru or Ayaka... Oh yes, she could easily see that. The two of them with blank eyes, on their knees, kissing Chao's body while money notes fell from the sky. Chao might even have the chance to practise her ojou sama laugh as the two of them obeyed her every command, making total sluts of themselves. Using those rich heiress bodies for a purpose greater than anything they could have managed alone...

Where to start, where to start? One by one she lined up the candidates in her mind for their targeting. The cheerleaders, Misora, Takane, all standing in a line , all shuffling around, dipping their bodies, then marching forward and spinning, spinning around in unison while Chao watched and dug her fingers all the way into her greedy wet snatch, relishing the golden future that she was creating for mankind almost as much as she was enjoying the show.

Gosh, it really was a super good thing for everyone that she wasn't a brainwashed pervert or anything, that truly would have been an absolute disaster for everyone.

"Anyway, I should be able to boost the effect a bit, that will make the unwary behave in a more perverted way without knowing," Hakase said. "Although, it might be even better to modify the effect so it puts people to sleep - and cast that on themselves..."

Huh? Huh?! What was this, what was this? Cast what? Chao's ears were burning now! Not quite twitching like the cute pair of cat ears on Hakase's head (oh gosh that looks so cute!) but still definitely burning. She got right into Hakase's personal space, which the sexy scientist took as an invitation to kiss the end of her nose.

"Go ahead," Chao cooed. "Tell me more, and if you do I'll kiss you ba~ack!"

"W-Well, I recently became aware of a magic spell that conditions people to act in a perverted way," Hakase said. "I was hoping to put you under it, but now I see much greater potential! With this we could - Yes, it might work! With a few modifications, we could make them do it to themselves with nobody else needing to cast the -"

That was good enough. Chao followed through on her promise, leaning in and smooching Hakase right on the mouth. Ah! The cowbell in between them was a little annoying, and come to it shall we get rid of this lab coat? Yes, let's slide it off her shoulders and let it sit on the floor where it belonged. Hakase seemed quite content to use her hands for snaking under Chao's clothes as well, no apparent rhyme or reason to it -

Aha! Of course, that makes perfect sense now! Hakase found out about that spell- because she had fallen victim to it herself! That must be why she was in a naked labcoat, and why she fell under the spell so quickly! It was perverted, and therefore her conditioning kicked in. That made so much sense!

Gosh, it was really lucky for Hakase that it was Chao that found out about this and not some pervert - or someone brainwashed to be a pervert. After all, if they had then they would have absolutely taken advantage of the poor thing. Oh well! Since the poor girl had been brainwashed to be a pervert (unlike Chao) then the best thing for her to do was lay her down on this table and fuck her into a near coma, as that would surely help her focus on the task at hand. Which involved brainwashing a whole bunch of people into being perverts.

Which, as previously stated, Chao herself was immune to. Because she was doing this for the sake of the future. And certainly not because she was a horny little fuckbunny herself after viewing that broadcast.


CG Dreamscape

If there was anything that bothered Shirley Fenette it was people who didn't take thing seriously when they should. It bugged her when Milly goofed around during meetings, it bothered her when Lelouch slept in class. And so, it bothered her when she found two of her team-mates on the swim club making out in the pool right before they were going to practise!

"Listen, I'm not going to judge a same sex relationship!" Shirley began. "The heart wants what it wants, after all. However! Time and place, girls! No petting in the pool is a rule for a reason, you know!"

Of course, dressing down like this couldn't be done at the pool. Shirley had to take these girls to somewhere more private-  namely, the little used room next to the girl's locker room. You should see her there - a perfect image of the mother hen. Hands on hips, furrowed brow, disappointed gleam in her eyes, truly a more sublime example could not exist anywhere.

"We're sorry Shirley," one of the girls said.

"It's just, we only recently realised our mutual feelings and could not control ourselves," the other added.

"That's no excuse! Show a little self control. You're human beings, not rutting beasts!"

Of course, Shirley had no way of knowing that these two were only slightly better than rutting beasts now, having been corrupted by the erotic dreams plaguing the campus. True enough, Shirley had a few herself of late, but she hadn't let it influence her behaviour. They were simply plain, vanilla sex. Wedding night intercourse. Between the sheets, missionary position, nice, safe and boring. Who was it with? Why, who else but Lelouch La-

"Hello Shirley."

Upon leaving the classroom, Shirley ran right into that boy and promptly fell on her pleasant rump. Whatever else seh might be, Shirley was a bit of a clumsy girl. He smiled, shook his head, chuckled and then offered his hand to help her to her feet. Behind her, Shirley could feel the burning gaze of the two girls she'd just been admonishing.

She returned that gaze with a withering stare. The two ran off giggling after that.

"Problems in the swim club?" Lelouch asked.

"Nothing major!" Shirley sniffed. "Just... inappropriate behaviour, that's all. They should think more of their futures!"

"Futures..." Lelouch repeated. Hrm? He seemed stuck on the word for some reason. "Yes, what about... Futas? You have a fetish for futas, and also for denying that you have such a thing."

A strange thing for him to say. Stranger still was the glowing in his eyes. Yet stranger than that is the fact that neither one of them remembered Lelouch saying it, as the two of them turned their attention to more mundane matters, of no importance to anyone beyond these two.

So let us skip ahead, dear reader, to that night as Shirley slept. What dreams would she have with this new command swirling around in her subconscious?

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Do you know what the best thing about swimming is? It's an exercise that lets you relax. Notice the phrasing there. Lets. You don't have to relax while doing it. You can power through the water as fast as your body will let you. You can dive off a diving board, go breaststroke or crawl or backstroke, butterfly, freestyle... or you can just float there in the water, splashing away. Not going particularly fast, just letting your natural buoyancy do all the work while you let your muscles recover.

It was a great way to relax. From one moment to the next you could freely move from going fast, exerting yourself tremendously to slowing it down and laying on the water. You could forget all about your cares. Unwind, relax, go ahead, why not?

It was a dream she had quite often. Because, well... she liked it. Shirley was a simple girl with simple dreams, and being able to do this whenever she wanted was a sufficient dream for her to be happy and content.

Ah, but in this dream she heard something just outside the pool, which made her flip over to take a look. It was her fellow club members coming out in quite ridiculous swimsuits. Rather than the typical model that she wore - a blue one piece - they were going for something a bit more adventurous. More daring. The kind of things that would, in serious competition, hamper your best time and was generally impractical in a pool. We're talking slingshot bikinis, or the string variety, or a flimsy cut that seemed more interested in showing off butts or boobs, putting an exclamation point on the wearer's figure rather than being anything practical. Almost like plastic lingerie rather than swimwear.

Yet she didn't mind that - much. No, really. That was <i>fine</i> so long as it wasn't a competitive setting, or training, or something like that. People can have fun in the pool. So long as it wasn't dangerous fun she could cope with that.

What she most certainly did mind was that they all had penises as big as their torso, fully erect, fully exposed, out and about like it was not a big deal.

"Girls, have you no shame?!" she sputtered from the pool, not especially finding it weird that they had penises to begin with. "Cover yourselves up!"

As if in response to this, one by one the girls lined up at the edge of the pool, squat down and started to stroke their massive penises. "But Shirley!" One of them whined. "How are we supposed to do that when <i>you're so fucking hot!</i>"

"It's true!" another added. "You're so fucking hot that it makes us hard the second we set eyes on you."

"Look at how hard we are, you expect this to go away that easily?"

Well, when they put it like that, Shirley had to admit they were all very erect. And big, and throbbing and hard and long and had she already said throbbing because that felt vaguely familiar, but it was also probably fine to say that twice because of just how much they were throbbing.

Furthermore the contrast was incredible. Between those girly hands and those big meaty shafts, the image created was... fascinating to behold. Not for a perverted reason, no, no, don't misunderstand her! It was fascinating purely because of how incongruous it was.

And certainly not because she was a total slut for futa. Because there wasn't. Shirley Fenette was a reasonable girl, who liked reasonable things. Like missionary position, or taking it up the butt, or watching a row of futa girls jerk it to her body while she swam in the pool.

What was she thinking about again? Oh, right. How much this situation was not turning her on. Especially when they started pairing up and making out by the -

"Hey, no petting by the pool!" Shirley yelled. "It's dangerous! You'll distract yourself and others, or slip and fall!" She rushed to the edge of the pool and hauled herself up, her mammoth tits barely covered by her swimsuit, moving to split them up before they did something stupid. Honestly, it was a very real concern of hers. It wasn't just her being a prude, there was a real practical reason that this sort of thing was banned! Get too into your partner, and you risk hurting someone without noticing, which can be quite a bad thing in a swimming pool. "Hey, cut that out!"

"But Shirley!" one of the girls whined, looking her up and down. "You're erect too!"

Huh? She was? Looking down, Shirley saw that - that she was correct. Totally correct. Her own erection was sticking out of her swimsuit, and it was much bigger and longer and girthier and throbbing and harder than all the rest of them put together. A real monster of a dick that no swimsuit could hope to hide, none invented by man could hold back this beast!

But she wasn't horny. Honest!

"It's just hard because I was exercising a bunch," Shirley insisted, taking no heed of the fact that her right hand was now furiously jerking it off. The trouble being that, despite her wrist moving quickly, it was still taking ten seconds for it to reach from head to base of the shaft in a single stroke.

Heh. From swim strokes to masturbation strokes. Quite the transition, no?

"We~ell, either way you're not going to get <i>any</i>swimming done like <i>tha~at</i>," one of the girls said, and suddenly Shirley found herself being held back, arms pinned to her side, unable to stroke it any more. Her penis slapped her fit tummy and she let out a little whine, like a dog whose favourite chew toy got taken away. "I bet if we take care of you, we'll all go flaccid, and then we can swim. How does that sound?"

There were six girls in total, all of them eying Shirley like a piece of meat while jerking their own meat quite vigorously. Hungry gazes fixed upon her, like a pack of wolves about to descend upon their prey. She wanted to say no. She needed to say no.

Yet no sounds came out of her mouth before they began.

For some reason she couldn't quite remember their names at the moment, a fact she internally attributed to the penis (you know, the one she shouldn't have) sucking out all the blood that should be going to her brain to maintain itself at this hardness. As such she internally started to think of them by hairstyle or hair colour to keep them distinct.

Brunette was the first to make their move, tugging on their swimsuit to maximise the available titflesh so she could do a whole other kind of breast stroke. Pinning Shirley's monster of a cock between these plump, pleasing boobs. What could she do but quiver in shameful delight at the sensation?

Next was Purple, who was content to run her tongue in circles along Shirley's left thigh. At first the outer portion, but circling her tongue around and around towards the inner thigh, then back again until she almost reached her butt. Every so often and seemingly at random planting a kiss upon her naked flesh, as if to remind Shirley that she was there - but she needn't have bothered. Shirley was keenly aware of every little thing these perverts were doing to her.

Black adopted a different approach towards a similar theme, but instead of her tongue she was quite content to use her penis. This actually let her multitask, as she could do this while standing - which let her have access to Shirley's nipple. How she'd managed to pull the swimsuit aside to get access was a mystery, but - who actually cares when she was simultaneously sucking, licking and slurping away at Shirley's nipple while her hard futa dick rubbed its head around Shirley's tender body? Occasionally it slipped and got stuck under Shirley's swimsuit, but that didn't seem to stop her as Black was quite fine with taking the time to gradually remove it without stopping her ministrations.

Long Bangs had managed to get her hands under Shirley's swimsuit and was squeezing her other breast while burying her head into Shirley's neck. She was being quite a bit rougher than the others - though she had little else to say about it. Curly was standing astride Brunette running her dick in circles around Shirley's navel while slipping her tongue effortlessly into Shirley's gasping mouth.

And, of course, she was being held in place by Straight, who was sawing her biiiiig cock in between Shirley's butt cheeks. Sawing it good and slow. If the others were rushing things, then Straight was taking her sweet time. Making sure that Shirley savoured every single instance of what was happening to her.

"Cum," Straight demanded.

"Go ahead and cum," Black insisted.

"It'll feel much better when you cum," Purple added.

Long Bangs giggled. "Or are you holding back because you're enjoying yourself too much?"

"That would make her a bigger slut than the rest of us," Curly said.

"Yeah, if she just wanted to get it over with, you know what she'd do?" Brunette asked.

"She'd cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Shirley tried. Honestly, she did. She tried to hold it back, to prove to herself if not them that - that she wasn't getting off on this! That she wasn't a pervert! She certainly wasn't a total slut for futa cock, or a girl that would gladly use it to get off at every chance that came her way! She was a good girl, which meant she -

"Nnnrgh!"

As one, her tormentors all... came. It seemed to happen all at once, though the funny thing was that not a single one of them hit her. Not a single drop of gleaming white semen landed upon Shirley's body. Huh? Huh? That felt... No, it didn't feel disappointing at all. Don't be ridiculous, why would she want that?

"Thanks a bunch Shirley, that really helped out!" Brunette said, standing by the pool and letting out big ropey streams of white gunk right there into the pool. Just like the rest of them. Their throbbing mighty dicks discharging it in there without a care. Before her eyes the water in the pool was outright replaced with a big vat of semen.

But... But she was still rock hard. Hah! That showed them! She was no pervert, she was a -

"You look like you need some help," a new voice said, and before Shirley could say anything at all she felt herself being hugged from behind. Looking down, there was now a second penis sticking out from between her thighs. Huh? Huh?! "Honestly now, you shouldn't hold back like this. It's not good for you."

"L-Lelou?!" Shirley gulped. The boy she liked held onto her. Kissed her. Squeezed her breasts with reckless abandon - and then without saying anything else at all he put it in. All the way in. It seemed that she still had her pussy as well as a futa dick? And that pussy was so wet that his penis went all the way in without even the slightest bit of resistance? As if welcoming him in? Was that right?

The answer to that question was 'who fucking cares'. She could feel it - feel <b>him</b> inside her. His bulbous head poking at her womb, his length being gripped and squeezed by her all too ready insides .Additionally, his body pressed into her back. His lips were so close to her skin she could feel every breath. The same way that you could feel your heartbeat if you pressed your fingers against your neck, seh could feel his breathing reverberating into her body as the two of them were - They were -

"Stop denying what you want," Lelouch insisted. "You, Shirley Fenette, are a subby bitch for futa dick. Embrace this truth, and you shall -"

Cum! That's what she'd do! Ah! Ah! Even though she was further back from the others from the edge of the pool, she came so hard that it shot right up into the air in a single glorious stream - and came down into the middle of the pool as if it had performed a perfect ten high dive off the top board! Better still, it kept going and going and going, finishing off the total replacement of water in the pool with semen.

"There, is that better?" Lelouch asked, slapping her on the butt. "Now, you go practise with your friends. If you need more stress relief, you know where to find me."

"Thanks, Lelou!" Shirley said, licking her lips and strutting off towards the edge of the pool. Then, without a shred of hesitation, she dove right into that semen filled vat and picked up right where she left off, floating peacefully without a care in the world.

"But don't misunderstand or anything!" She insisted while splashing away. "I'm not a pervert! I'm not!"

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In the girl's dorm of Ashford Academy, Shirley stirred in her bed. Her brow creased, her fingers gripped the edge of her blanket, her body writhed and wriggled in delight. At first she seemed displeased by something. What, who could say? Perhaps a bad dream? If so, then it slowly ceased to be such a thing, instead turning into an apparently pleasant one.

"Nnnrgh..." Shirley grunted. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment she seemed like an angel. She sits up and stretches out her arms as if waking from a lengthy pleasant slumber. "Huh? What's this?"

She feels under her sheets, and after a moment her satisfied smile turns into a frown. Her sheets are pulled up, revealing two crucial things.

The first: That she has a futa dick. A big, girthy futa penis that would instill a deep envy in ninety percent of all men on the planet. This was shocking enough. The second thing she found was her roommate Sophie gobbling on that cock like a girl possesed. That was also pretty shocking! Behold understatement.

"W-Woah! Sophie what are you - Stop that!"

Sophie pulled her face off Shirley's dick and pouted up at her, like a dog begging for a treat. No really, she was actually salivating and drooling just like a dog would.

"I'm sorry Shirley," Sophie said, shattering the illusion that this was a canine instead of a girl. "I took one look at this monster and I couldn't help but wonder what it tasted like!"

What an absurd answer to an absurd situation! I noticed you spontaneously grew a dick in the middle of the night, so decided to wake you up with a blowjob! What sort of answer was that even supposed to be?! Shirley didn't even know what to say to that, so she grabbed her pillow and bopped Sophie on the head before rolling out of bed to go over to the wardrobe, which had a body length mirror on it.

She stared at herself in total disbelief. Wh-What was that?

<i>Hot. It's hot, is what it is.</i>

Shirley gulped. She pulled her nightclothes off and dumped them on the floor, ignoring the way Sophie was blatantly staring at her naked body - largely because she was checking herself out as well. There was dread in the pit of her stomach - what if her friends found out about this? How had this happened? Oh no, what if <i>Milly</i> found out about this? Or Lelou?

Actually Milly was kind of worse. Lelou or the others would be pretty understanding and not judge her, but Milly... Oh, the jokes! Oh, the double entendres! They would be without end! It was bad enough that she was obviously checking Shirley out in the showers and making assessments about her figure. 'A perfect ten', as she'd say. 'Supple and willing, just the way I like it'.

Well... Actually, now that she was looking at herself, she could sort of see what Milly meant. While her boobs weren't as big as Milly's, they were still pretty nice. Well proportioned to her body, perky, bouncy. Had some nice deep cleavage in there as well. Then go down her body, and you had a slender fit physique with nice wide hips, deceptively powerful legs and a nice toned butt.

Toss in the swinging meat pendulum between her legs, slapping her thighs as she slightly shifted her weight, and yeah. Perfect ten. Just like Milly said. An ideal woman, definitely very hot!

Ah. Not that she was a pervert, or anything. Having this futa dick definitely didn't turn her on, and she definitely didn't want to use it on anyone either. Although, after checking herself out in the mirror she'd wound up making herself quite hard. Which would make it difficult for her to go out and about, which meant...

"Sophie! This is your fault!" Shirley said, turning to point her penis at her. "You'd better finish off what you started, got it?"

"Well gee, if you insist!" Sophie said, and then proceeded to nearly tackle her from across the room. Rather than resume with the blowjob though, Sophie went a different route - using her breasts as a means to smother Shirley's futa dick. Wrapping it up in that pleasant, soft valley. Not a shade on Shirley's, but still very nice. A grin fell upon her pretty face - and then she began to smooch and lick the head of Shirley's dick, giggling all the while.

"I'm not a pervert," Shirley said. "Got it? I'm - ah! Only doing this b-because if I don't cum it won't go down. Okay? It's definitely not because I've become a pervert!"

A bold thing to say after demanding your room-mate resume blowing you. But hey, we're all hypocrites in our own way, right? We just don't notice it because we make excuses for ourselves. In such excuses, corruption is born. And within Shirley Fenette, it was already blooming quite nicely.