Story: Fantasy Seduction Conquest

 

 Cornelia li Britannia was a serious military woman. She'd advanced in the ranks, not through her position as Princess ,but through hard work, natural talent and sheer bloody grit. She was tough as nails, she took no bullshit from anyone, and - I'll grant, her position as Princess did give her certain advantages where she could exploit those factors about herself to their fullest ability, she earned her place and very few on this Earth could do a better job than she.

Which might make it a little strange that, at this very moment, she was sitting at her desk in apparel that could not be called military at all. At this very moment she was wearing a jet black sleeveless jumper that hugged her torso snugly, like a second skin, but made no effort at all to cover her waist. Not that it was doing a tremendous job of concealing the flesh it did cover, as every aspect of her chest was practically free to inspect. If one had a very unusual form of colour blindness, where one cannot discern between black and flesh tones, then it would be easy to think she was topless.

She was also wearing a very small bright blue ruffled skirt alongside matching thigh high socks, and rather than the tough and practical uniform shoes, Cornelia was wearing a pair of white sneakers. Admittedly, they were gleaming white sneakers. Not just brand new, but meticulously polished.

Quite unusual attire for one such as she, would you not think? Well, what was she doing sitting at her desk like that? Affairs of state? Checking the budget? Arranging security operations? Investigating the Black Knights? Some other matter of grave importance?

<i>"Don't you be a prudish scrub, join the Fantasy Seduction Club!"</i>

She was watching a video. The last of the advertisements for this cheerleading club that Euphemia had brought her. After all, Cornelia would never ever suspect anything that her dear innocent sister Euphie brought her. Why should she? After all, little Euphemia couldn't hurt a fly. She'd never betray her big sister.

So why was she sitting there in such an outfit, with glazed over eyes? Why was she chewing gum, occasionally taking it out of her mouth to coil around her finger, and other times blowing small bubbles with it? Why was her other hand tucked under her skirt gently, slowly, repeatedly stroking with her index and middle fingers? There must be another reason for that, right? Euphemia couldn't possibly have betrayed her, tricking her into watching a series of videos tailor made to warp and twist her mind, with the intention of taking a confident woman like her and reducing her mental capacity while ramping up her sex drive.

<i>"For the sake of everyone, best to be horny and dumb!"</i>

A coincidence. Just a coincidence. It didn't mean anything. I mean, sure each video featured the same girls in more sexually revealing outfits than the last set, and sure there was a lot of weird coloured static at various points throughout the video. Also, she was pretty sure she was hearing weird unnatural sounds in the background of the music that sort of made her feel like if she'd been looking at absolutely anything on that screen she'd have thought it was a lot of fun.

<i>"Flaunt your body all the time, hiding it should be a crime!"</i>

Though she'd realised this upon beginning to watch this fifth and final video, she simply couldn't help herself but watch. It was pretty obviously having an effect on her, but she was having a lot of trouble caring at all. The whole thing was a great big thrill. She'd ignored her own sexual needs for so, so long that finally awakening to this was making her feel... Complete.

<i>"In tiny skirts around you strut, become a cheering bimbo slut!"</I>

There was a knock at the door. Cornelia paused the video and, with great reluctance, withdrew her hand from underneath her skirt before sitting back up again. "Enter!" she said.

Now, who should come in but Villetta Nu. Cornelia raised an eyebrow at this entry. Interesting. She was wearing a uniform as well. A different colour scheme to Cornelia's, but it suited her well enough. She was looking at Cornelia with visible concern.

"What did you want?" Cornelia asked in her most officious tone. This did go rather against her image right now, especially when she blew another bubble right after asking that question. For her part Villetta stood there fidgeting and grimacing, and looking at Cornelia with deep, deep rooted concern before finally saying -

"You highness, there's something wrong! I can't stop chanting cheering songs! I'll wave pompoms without a care, while men check out my derriere!"

It is absolutely crucial to note that while she said that, Villetta was indeed waving around pompoms and doing little kicks and knee lifts in time with what she was saying. She also looked absolutely humiliated by what she was doing, but also totally unable to stop herself either.

It was the hottest fucking thing Cornelia had ever seen.

"I fail to see the problem," she said.

"It isn't hard, it's not complex! We're being brainwashed to think about sex! My red hot body's full of dread, that I'll become a dumb airhead! I'd rather pitch a nasty fit than become a needy slutty ditz!"

Cornelia rose from her seat and cocked her hip, putting a hand on it while looking Villetta up and down. "You don't need to -" she suddenly stopped and did a series of alternating high kicks at this point - "Exa-Ger-Ate!" And then she returned to standing in place. "The truth is, you think this new program to help everyone unwind is a waste of T-I-M-E, don't you?"

"It's not that it's a waste of time, to make me cheer in stupid rhymes. It's more that I'm becoming a slut that wears short skirts to flaunt her butt!"

"Flaunt your butt?" Cornelia repeated back to her, turning around a little bit while toying with the hem of her skirt.

"Flaunt my butt! And my legs I love to pop those cheering regs!"

Cornelia blew another bubble. "We've all been far too stressed out recently," she said. "It's plain to see that everyone's on the edge, In desperate need of something to take it off. Perhaps you're already further gone than I thought, jumping at shadows, indulging in paranoid conspiracy theories. Why don't you relax a little, and tell me what you really want."

"To get me right through heaven's lock, just bring me some Eleven cock! So now you see just why I'm stressed, Eleven dick would be the best! I can't stop thinking about it, right? Being dicked by Elevens through the night!"

"I see, sexual repression coming to the forefront," Cornelia said. Yes, Euphemia's videos had mentioned that a few times. How unhealthy it was to repress yourself. Keep your sexual urges contained, bottled up. Eventually your biological requirements would burst open, making a quite horrible mess everywhere all over your psyche. It was a good thing she'd realized the truth of those words, because now she could support her subordinate the way that she needed.

Still. A burgeoning Eleven fetish...?

"Do you think this will interfere with your work?" Cornelia asked. "Your sordid fantasies about being bent over by a random Number and taken like a wild rutting beast will surely not get in the way of you doing your job."

Villetta gulped nervously. She looked around as if someone might save her from answering that question. Keep looking. Nobody is coming.

"My job has always been my life, through thick and thin through every strife. To distract me, if anything could, it surely is Eleven wood. To make my pussy say 'yes please', present something Japanese."

Oh dear. That was quite troublesome. Obviously, Villetta was in desperate need of help. As such, Cornelia smartly marched over to her desk, making her tiny skirt billow around her as she leaned provocatively over the desk and pushed a button.

"We'll get you the help you need," Cornelia said. She then pulled out a ribbon, a rather adorable pink one and patted its handle into the flat of her palm. Then, the door opened wide and in stepped the most trustworthy person in Cornelia's life. Her adorable, brilliant, beautiful twin sister Euphemia, who was wearing a rather adorable cheerleader uniform that, by her estimation, could likely double as a bikini. It covered about the same amount of skin.

"You wanted to see me, sister?" Euphemia asked, strutting past the inexplicably mortified Villetta, before wrapping her arms around Cornelia's waist and pulling her into a deep smooch. Ah! Yes, this was something she'd needed. Desperately. Her little sister was so tremendously thoughtful, wasn't she?

"Villetta Nu is in need of assistance," Cornelia said. "Euphemia dear, you and I shall help to cheer her up. How does that sound?"

"N-No, if you would please not, she's enraptured by this plo- Ow!" Villetta cheered, right up until the end of Cornelia's ribbon flicked out and cracked hard against her rather pleasant bottom.

"This is a direct order by your superior officer," Cornelia scowled, proving that even though the software had tried its hardest to make her a ditzy submissive airheaded cheerleader, there was only so far it could take her. Still, Euphemia could consider her being a confident, intelligent dom cheerleader quite a big check in the win column, in its own way. "We are going to cheer! You! Up! Understood, Miss Nu?"

What else could she do under these conditions but comply?

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Meanwhile, in Ashford Academy, Nina Einstein was working in a darkened room, leaning over her bench to peer into her microscope while biting on her lip. This... This would change the world! For a fleeting, terrible moment she felt a keen understanding of those mad scientists in science fiction, who would laugh maniacally as their experiments took form. The form of success! The form of progress! The form... of science!

It had been a difficult task that had been set for her, by her brand new club-mates. Develop a way to improve the female form without need for drastic surgery. Surely, if such an elixir existed it would have been discovered, developed and distributed already. Yes? Well! The promise of having Euphemia sit on her face if she found the right answer had propelled Nina to new levels of brilliance!

In a word, the answer was - Nanomachines! It was still a new technology even in the highly advanced Britannia, but... It was there. You fear a grey goo scenario? Have no such fears. These are not self replicating. Far from it, they intentionally shut down the second they're too far from a certain signal and even disassemble themselves if it means fulfilling the parameters of the mission.

She had honestly not expected much. There were high level researchers working on this already. Surely they could see the applications of this far better than herself. Well... So far as she could tell several points that should have been obvious had been missed. She could see the results already. Watching them carefully mould and craft skin cells, living tissue, without killing or damaging them. Introducing hormones that could make them react a certain way - or even replicating the effect of those hormones themselves!

It was possible. It was doable. Inject some of these into a woman with the proper programming, monitor them carefully... and then you could turn anyone into a supermodel in no time flat.

Still, more testing needed to be done. Under careful laboratory conditions, something capable of changing the body at the scale they wanted could also do <i>other things</i> and could potentially cause unknown side effects. This was the actual reason she was working in darkness, incidentally. To help her more carefully monitor the variables, develop controls and tests. It wasn't exactly what a normal person would think of as erotically thrilling - but for Nina, this sort of intricate work was <i>so hot</i>.

"Nina, Nina, Nina!"

That was when she was hugged from behind by, of all people, Milly Ashford. When Milly wants to hug someone, you'd best believe that they stay hugged! Nina would have complained about such a thing in the past, as she liked her personal space, but - But now, she had her eyes opened. Now, with her long repressed sexual needs coming to the forefront alongside her - in hindsight extremely obvious - lesbian tendencies, she could appreciate the rather pleasant experience of having Milly Ashford's body pressing into hers.

Oh, those soft breasts! Right into her back! Milly's cheek was rubbing up against Nina's as well! Heaven, this must be heaven, when she once believed it to be hell!

"Kuku, you're more affectionate than normal today Ni~ina!" Milly sang. "Could it be? Is this the scent of a girl in love?"

Lust was more accurate. Though this did remind her of the key problem that the Fantasy Seduction Club would have with Milly. She was already a thirsty bitch. Fully in tune with her own sexuality, which meant that she had far greater control over it, meaning they wouldn't have anything to bring to the surface. Nor could they implant a fetish of any kind in there, because her mind was already far too horny for that to work. Ironic really.

"I-I'm trying not to disturb anything!" Nina said, slowly but carefully fidgeting, though it wasn't easy to act as though she didn't want this. She wasn't a talented liar like, say, Lelouch or that weird green haired lady. "This is a delicate experiment Milly, please don't -"

"Delicate, huh?" Milly purred in Nina's ear. Oh dear, was she trying to melt her brilliant brain? "Like this body, like these hips, or perhaps like these thighs...?" When she said hips or thighs, her hand drifted down Nina's right hand side, very obviously touching - groping and squeezing them - as they went. "My, my. I know you think you're mousey, but you're better developed than you think."

"C-can I help you with something? I'm in the middle of -"

"What are you guys keeping from me?" Milly whispered. "I can tell, you know! You're keeping something secret. Is it a party? A gift? You won't catch me off guard that easily, you know!"

"I - I don't know what you m-mean!"

"Nina, Nina, Nina! You're a terrible liar you know!" Milly pecked her on the cheek and let go. "That's why I adore you, so. Very well! Keep your secrets, but you won't pull one over on Milly Ashford."

A playful giggle, and off she sauntered, oblivious to what was happening in the academy right under her very nose... Or was she? Milly was much more of a people person than Nina ever could be. She was almost certainly smarter than she behaved, too, and - With her body framed by the light coming in from the door, it was plain to see that she had a body that had no need of these nanites. In fact, she might be the perfect, ultimate template for her to make use of. Make every girl's body more like Milly's and - Oh, what a paradise it would be!