Stories: Patreon, February

 

 CG Japanophilia

In an alternative history, where something like the Holy Britannian Empire persisted to the modern day, the island nation of Japan was merely another conquered Area. Through their superior military strength, they dominated that once proud country, stripped it of all its culture and even its name. Reducing it to a mere number. Eleven. The nation was called Area Eleven by their new overlords. The people who lived there? Elevens. A deliberately derogatory name that implied they were less than people. Not worthy of a name, as they had been beaten, conquered, and should know their place.

Well, Kallen Kozuki didn't want to 'know her place'. She was half Japanese, half Britannian, her father? Nobility. Her mother was from a pretty important Japanese family too, before the invasion made that meaningless. The thing about racists and bigots is that they almost seem to hate half breeds and their parents more than the group they express hate towards. Got a drop of Eleven in your blood? Ptooie! You're treated with suspicion, like you're plotting against them.

In Kallen's case... okay, sure, she was plotting against them. While staying undercover at Ashford Academy, posing as Kallen Stadtfeld, using her father's side of the family to stay undercover. Out of suspicion, surrounded by Britannians day in and day out. While at night she played a bigger role than she could ever do here.

Kallen Kozuki was Zero's sword. His Red Queen, Q1. The pilot of the Guren and the Ace Pilot of the Black Knights. A vigilante group formed of mostly Japanese members, sick and tired of how they were treated - but not rising up as resistance movement. No, they were perfectly content to bring down anyone who used intimidation or bullying tactics to get their way. Be it other resistance movements using outright terrorist tactics, the Britannian military getting a little trigger happy, or organised crime, they were all enemies of the Black Knights.

It just so happened that Britannians weren't getting the message. Other resistance groups were either falling in line with them and swelling their membership - or had already been taught the new way things were going to work. Which meant that more and more, they were opposing the military and organised crime. Quite often both at once. When she was in the Guren, that's when Kallen felt her most alive. The most like herself. Not putting on this rich sickly girl persona, walking through these corridors and hearing remarks like -

"Those Elevens had it coming," some bratty girl said to her friend, in passing. Kallen clenched her fist. She didn't fit in here, but it really was a good cover for those nighttime activities.

All she had to do was grin and bear it. Cut a cute smile, and interact with everyone naturally. She could play off her reactions to racist statements by coughing a little, which helped change the subject.

"Hello Kallen," a green haired girl said while walking by.

"Hi C.C." Kallen waved, and continued on her way. Of course not all of them were that bad, her new friends on the student council were -

...

Hold up, rewind a few seconds. Kallen stopped in her tracks and she turned around in utter disbelief. C.C.? That mysterious green haired beauty who was always hanging around Zero? What was she doing at Ashford?!

She whipped around and grabbed the strange girl by the arm, and hauled her into a nearby girl's bathroom, hoping that nobody noticed something weird like that. Breathing heavily, she stared at this colleague of hers, fully aware that she knew basically nothing about her besides her appearance and her weird name. C-2? That had to be a codename, right? She'd ducked any attempt at answering, and Kallen didn't feel like she'd get anything here and now, but maybe this one question she could get an answer to!

"What are you doing at Ashford?" Kallen whispered. "Is there a message from Zero?"

"Hum, no, I was just bored and decided to wander around," C.C. replied. She easily pulled herself out of Kallen's grip, making it look easy. "If you'll pardon me?"

Kallen looked around. The stalls were empty, so she quickly hurried in front of C.C. before she could leave. "In a Britannian school? Are you trying to draw attention to yourself? Where did you even get that uniform?" And why did it suit her so well? Urgh, this girl could probably wear anything and make it work. Most of the time she was wandering around in a straightjacket, and carried it off like a model.

As if sensing her thoughts, C.C. smirked. "I don't have to try to draw attention to myself," she said. "I'm perfectly capable of doing that without any help. Although... Maybe you can help me alleviate my boredom a little?"

"Oh no, I'm not letting you blow my cover -" Kallen began to protest, but then something utterly inexplicable happened. Namely, C.C. grabbed her with remarkable strength. Kallen was a quite strong young woman, but she couldn't move at all, from the instant C.C. had her shoulders. Then, she was pushed back against the wall and had her lips stolen away by this pretty green haired little witch.

"Mmph!" Kallen yelped - and apparently C.C. took that as an invitation to push her tongue into Kallen's mouth, tenderly and lovingly exploring ever crevice it could reach. After that moment of shock, something surprising washed through her. Something she truly hadn't expected.

"Mmm," she moaned, eyes rolling back in her head. C.C. was really good at this. Unfairly good. She heard something in her head asking a question, but it was distant, far off, hard to focus on when compared to the sexual awakening she was having thanks to this magnificent tease. All Kallen could do was agree to whatever it was, and when she did, C.C. pulled back. Their lips made a very satisfying plop, and then Kallen sunk to the floor breathing heavily while C.C. strutting confidently out of the room.

With a body like that, she had every reason to be confident. Kallen couldn't take her eyes off her until she'd left.

"What... was that?" Kallen asked herself. She grabbed onto a nearby sink and hauled herself to her feet. Her legs were trembling, feeling weaker than she liked. Had to brace herself on the sink to stay upright. She turned on a tap and splashed water into her face. "Wow. I can see why Zero keeps her around. If she kisses him like that - "

That thought made her smile. Kissing Zero... Kallen lifted her head to look at herself in the mirror and - Huh? What was that in her eye? Something was weird in her pupil, sort of shaped like a bird?

Something rushed out of her own reflection at her, and Kallen stumbled back. Oof! Woozy, once again. Kallen shook her head, then looked down at herself and - Gosh. How horribly inappropriate. This wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all! Such a Western appeal, this tiny skirt and tight blouse was very obviously aimed at a foreigner's gaze.

No, never mind that for now! She had to find C.C. and keep her from causing trouble! Kallen stepped towards the door and threw it open, looking around frantically. No sign of her. Where did she go? And what was that thing she did during the kiss? She'd definitely done something, and Kallen aimed to find out what that something was before she caused any more mischief.

"Oh, Kallen, there you are!"

Great! Of all the things she didn't need, here comes Shirley Fenette! Now, that's not fair. Kallen didn't mind Shirley so much. She was always super nice. Never said anything bad about Elevens - or anyone, really. Except Milly when she'd said something inappropriate or Lelouch when he was being lazy... The meanest thing Kallen could say about the girl was that she was kind of a clumsy ditz. Well meaning, pleasant, not that bright, athletic, really pretty and had a fantastic body thanks to all the swimming she was doing...

Kallen unconsciously licked her lips. Searching for C.C. would have to wait until she could get rid of this girl. In the event that she found C.C. while Shirley was around, she'd have to explain their relationship - and if C.C. was then identified as a member of the Black Knights, that would make things awkward for her. Kallen could hide easily enough, red hair isn't exactly uncommon, but green hair like that was very memorable...

"We need help with setting up the festival, come on!"

Urgh! She had no choice! She had to refuse somehow!

"S-sorry, I have something else I need to deal with," Kallen said.

"Oh?" Shirley replied. "Is it something I can help with?" All smiles, being so polite and nice! Why couldn't more Britannians be like her? Except not right now, she didn't need any help right now!

"Uh, it's something I should take care of on my own."

"You're not ducking out, are you?" Shirley asked. "And don't say you don't feel well, or I'll have to take you to the nurse's office." Ugh, this girl had already cut off all her easiest excuses! "Come on, you shouldn't be taking cues from Lelou, I just want your opinion on what to wear for the festival!"

What to wear for the festival? Fashion wasn't exactly Kallen's forte to begin with! Even under normal circumstances, she'd be hesitant to do or say much of anything to help out!

On the other hand, looking at Shirley, she couldn't help but feel that this was all wrong. All of it. That uniform was far too... Britannian. It adhered to Western principles of design, where a more elegant aesthetic would suit someone like her far more.

A strange rush filled Kallen's head as she observed this, and her left eye - it's hard to put into words. There was a rush of something through it, directly heading into Shirley. Something potent, something mighty. Something inherently... Japanese.

"Sure, I'll help you out," Kallen said after a moment. Shirley was wobbling for some reason, subbing at her head. "What were you thinking of wearing?"

"Well, I was thinking, maybe something a bit on the exotic side?" Shirley said. "Something to really stand out. Something... I don't know, elegant and refined, yet different. I can't put my finger on it, but - "

But Kallen could. As they returned to the student council building, ideas were bubbling up inside her head. New ideas. Exciting ideas. Perhaps borne from years of frustration, having her culture - her heritage - suppressed maliciously, deliberately and violently.

She was imagining Shirley in all manner of traditional Japanese garb. A kimono, a yukata. Her long hair tied up - Oh, she'd look delightful like that! That cute smiling face, so warm and friendly, would make such clothing truly shine brightly!

But she bit her tongue until they were alone. Though she had to admit, by that time she was all but panting desperately for it. The words almost wanted to tumble out of her mouth, and she could tell that Shirley was feeling weirdly tense as well. The feeling was growing and growing step by step. Like a seed had been planted in her brain. Germinating, flourishing, taking root and sprouting into a stunning flower -

"How about something Japanese?" ahhh, it felt so good to say! She almost wanted to say it again, though she could tell it wouldn't have nearly the same impact!

"Japanese?" Shirley asked, barely able to hide the excitement from her voice?

Kalle strode around Shirley, looking her up and down. Yes, yes, the ideas were narrowing. She could firmly see it now, the more she looked this girl over. Her figure, her poise, her grace, her attitude. The best thing for her would be -

"How about... a geisha?"

"What's that?" Shirley asked. Well, it's only natural that she wouldn't know something like that. "It sounds... exciting."

This was C.C.'s doing. Kallen didn't know how, but she'd done something to affect Kallen - and now it was affecting Shirley. Eye contact? Was that it? When she'd looked at her reflection in the mirror, she might have inadvertently done something to herself!

Very well then. So be it. She knew where Milly kept her little costumes. Things she'd borrowed from the theatrical club, the fantasy seduction club, or maybe bought by her own money. It didn't matter. The things she needed were all right here. Even the makeup. How nicely stocked you are, Miss Ashford. This would make things so much easier!

"I'll show you," Kallen whispered, and Shirley shuddered in anticipation. She couldn't take her uniform off fast enough. Letting Kallen see it. The body that Milly had described as a 'perfect ten'. Well, soon enough it would be beyond perfect. An 'eleven', one might say?

To start with, she pulled a dark blue robe over Shirley's body. It wasn't perfectly like a kimono, but it would do in a pinch. At this point, Kallen knew. She should stop. She shouldn't be doing this. If someone saw Shirley dressed up like this, it would ruin her social standing. THey'd ask her why she was indulging in Eleven culture. They'd ask why Kallen was helping her. The two of them would be mocked. Belittled. Kallen's cover would be utterly useless.

But she couldn't stop herself. It was like her body was moving on automatic. Fixing Shirley's hair up. Tying that long orange hair up into something like a bun - though more accurately known as a nihongami. An elaborate upswept style, the bun at the back of the neck with wings on the side. It was difficult and time consuming, but Kallen's fingers worked automatically to do it. As thought the knowledge of how to was implanted into her brain.

That being said, if they were going to do this more regularly then they simply had to get a wig made. It was a real pain having to make this up, and Kallen hated that Shirley would have to let it down before too long.

Ah! But next was the makeup! A white base placed over her entire face, leaving every inch covered. Her neck as well. The lipstick was blood red, and - normally Kallen would have gone for a black eyebrow pencil to make the look complete, but here she went for something that suited Shirley's more natural orange colour. Yes, it looked a little off, but it gave her a distinctive look, and it didn't clash at all in the way it would have if they'd been different colours.

"You look beautiful," Kallen whispered, barely able to keep herself back from it. Oooh, this feeling! It was almost as if - as if Japanese culture itself was a fetish for her, now! How far could she push this? How far could she make Shirley go? In fact, why stop with Shirley? Why not go further still?

Indeed, why not? If this was a power she could use then - then she could use it to do some real good. For Japan's sake. Gain allies. One at a time. Make them aware of how wonderful Japan's culture was, and have them embrace it. Look at her, twirling around like that, happy as can be!

"Ah, I love this!" Shirley gasped, looking down at herself with an almost lewd stare. "Oooh, I want to dress like this all the time! I want to be like a geisha!"

"Say, Shirley?" Kallen mused. "How do you feel when you think about anything... Japanese?"

"Nnnrgh!" Shriley grunted. "Wow, that feels good!" she'd almost lost her balance there. "H-How about you? Kallen, how does Japanese culture make you feel?"

Kallen grinned. Red rings danced around her eyes. The possibilities this had were simply too much for her to say no to.

"It makes me feel absolutely amazing," Kallen said. "Why don't we share it with our friends?"

That sounded like a really good idea. However... First things first, Kallen was feeling a little like dressing up too. Let's see, let's see... What could she go for? What would properly fit here? What should she wear that would properly show her adoration of Japan?

The answer became obvious as she looked over the clothes available. Yes, that would work nicely. She took off her clothes and put one of the robes she found on. Then, she put on another one, cut thinner and larger so it would fit over the first. Then another robe, yet thinner and larger still. Yes, yes, this was perfect! Add in this black wig, and - when the time was right - white face paint... she could properly make herself into the very incarnation of a modern day Japanese Empress!

"Your Majesty," Shirley bowed. If anything inside Kallen was able to make her stop what she was doing, it was silenced by those words and those actions. "Shall we spread the word, now? I can hardly wait to share it with everyone."

"That makes two of us," Kallen said. "Konnichiwa, Shirley Fennette."

Ranma 1/2 - Chardin Corruption

Once again, Ranma Saotome had found himself in a completely ridiculous situation. For once it wasn't his old man's fault - No, it was Mister Tendo this time around. Stupidly allowing himself to get into debt with the Chardin family, who were all about setting up an engagement between their boy Picolet and any of the Tendo sisters.

Well, he could hardly let that stand, could he? Akane was his fiancee, and Kasumi couldn't possibly be forced into an engagement with these creeps, while Nabiki...

...

If he let Nabiki get forced into this, then she'd ruin him. She'd own the family inside a year, and then out of spite come back to ruin absolutely everyone that didn't try to stop it. Ranma didn't realise it, but he'd accidentally and independently come up with Roco's Basilisk via irate Ice Queen.

Anyway, the best way out of this mess had seemed to be trouncing this loser at his own game. Martial Arts Dining, which had about as much to do with Martial Arts as pigs have to do with carpentry. Not an awful lot. It was still a 'contest', but only in the same way a game of volleyball was. You wouldn't call a random game of volleyball 'martial arts volleyball' right? They must've just liked the way it sounded and went with that rather than give up a new name.

The ultimate point to all that was - Ranma was stuck in girl form wearing this dumb girdle that crushed his chest when he went back to male form, posing as a daughter of the Tendo family to haul their asses from the fire. Because he was the one with the best chance of learning this 'martial arts' style, because it did actually rely on speed, dexterity and a fast stomach. None of the Tendos really had that. Akane was probably the closest, but she was also super clumsy, so no way was she getting put in this mess.

Yeah. that was the reason. And not because he'd rather chew his own fingers off than risk Akane getting hitched to mister big-mouth here. It wasn't like Ranma was having an easy time of it either. Any time he tried to eat something, if he got 'caught in the act' the food was taken away. The worst part was that his girl form's pretty little mouth was definitely getting a touch of elasticity due to their lousy training, which - Ew! Yuck! No thanks! Not for him, not even a little!

Everyone got all that? We're all caught up on Ranma's current situation? Magnificent, then let's get started.

"Ah, Madame Ranko, you are still not eating?" said the source of her torment, Picolet Chardin. This guy wasn't even actually European, or French for that matter. Him and his family were all a bunch of poseurs, big fans of Western culture - though Ranma was pretty sure that anyone actually from France would find this guy ridiculous. "It is not healthy for you, especially when you are almost ready for the next step of your training."

"Next step...?" Ranma asked. What the hell did this guy mean? Had that much progress really been made? Sure as hell didn't feel like it. Resisting the urge to deck this guy in his big snotty gob, Ranma went back into character. "Oh, Picolet, darling! To think I would reach the next phase in training!"

Gag! Wheeze! Ranma hadn't felt this sick since that time Kuno got the wishing sword! Ew, ew, ew, yuck, yuck! Which was the preference? Don't dare force that choice, it's too evil!

"Oh, yes yes! It is most definitely time!" Picolet said, then let out a laugh that made Ranma think of a frog. The human gullet was not meant to undulate in such a manner. "To celebrate, here! Have this slice of cake, we shall begin the next stage of training this afternoon without delay!"

He produced a small slice of chocolate cake from... somewhere, and held it out towards Ranma in a weird way, tilting it back and forth on the plate. Almost as though he was wafting the aroma into the nose of the - to his point of view - pretty little pigtailed girl destined to be his bride.

Ranma's stomach began making odd noises. A low sort of creak, like an oak door that hadn't been opened in a decade, or perhaps a bear being roused from a long hibernation against its will. The cake on that plate looked fancy. Hell, it looked like it might be the most expensive thing in the room.

"I'm not going to be charged for that, am I?"

"No, no, it is a free gift, a celebration of your progress."

Alright then. It smelled pretty delicious. The chocolate dripping from it was practically oozing off the cake. Ranma took a small fork that had been left to the side, then used it to experimentally stab into the offered desert. Moist. Remarkably moist. Tearing off a section, he lifted it to his mouth and -

Ranma's pigtail shot straight up in the air. Oh! Oh! That was good! The chocolate was unlike anything she had ever tasted in her life up until now, oh, goodness. It was practically sticking to the roof of her mouth. No, not just the roof. Her cheeks, her tongue, her entire palate was getting coated inthis gooey, sweet delight. So heady and rich, it was a wonder that seh could even get her mouth open for another serving.

"You like?" Picolet asked, and before Ranma had even finished the serving she had been given, there was another one being held in his other hand. "Here, have as much as you desire."

Ranma chewed and chewed and chewed, even though the last morsel of cake had already been swallowed. The chocolate had been so rich and thick that it had left a distinct aftertaste that it honestly took Ranma a bit to realise there wasn't anything left to chew upon. Unnoticed by her, Ranma's 'cute little mouth' was opening a little bit more and more with each passing chew, a barely noticeable amount each at a time, but taken overall the elasticity of her mouth was leaping up.

Also, she had stopped internally referencing herself with male pronouns.

Rather than take a little morsel at a time with this next cake, Ranma gurgled and opened her mouth wide, nearly eating the plate along with the second offered slice. She began to writhe and bounce in her seat, chewing on the cake with great enthusiasm. Each bite, each nibble, each broken piece of cake releasing more and more of this heady taste in her waiting gob. She had to grab a fan, bring it to bear down on herself for she was well and truly feeling hot and gooey. The strange feeling of stickiness in her mouth was now travelling down her throat, almost as though the chocolate was coating her insides.

Which it wasn't. It was merely trickling down slowly, like a thick goop. And where it passed, the old Ranma was being stripped away leaving something else in its place.

"Ah! Ahhhh, ahhh, that's quite a nice cake -" Ranma began, and then Picolet produced the rest of the cake. Two delicate slices had been taken out of it. The beast in Ranma's belly let out a much more ravenous growl now, and before she knew what she was doing, Ranma had plastered her face directly into the cake, covering her face while she vacuumed it up.

Sticky, gooey, hot and melty. It wasn't the chocolate melting in her mouth, it felt like her mouth was melting into the chocolate. Yummy, sticky, gooey, nice. Ranma barely even noticed herself being pulled into Picolet's lap, her cheeks were bulging out from the chocolate within.

"Ahhhh, that was so nice!" Ranma sighed, letting out a contented yawn, and completely missing that her mouth had become a gaping maw the likes of which would have left her mortified a mere - Hour? It had been an hour? Yes, indeed. A full hour of chewing on delicious, rich cake that was even now being digested by Ranma's greedy gut, and having quite the impact on her body and mind.

"Oh, my dear!" Picolet gasped. "Your dress! My, my, my! You have made such a mess of it, this will not do at all!" He snapped his fingers, and a trio of maids entered the room. Huh? Ranma had never seen those three before. They were quite busty and - how to put it? They felt like a bunch of Japanese nationals pretending to be European. Not even modern Europe either, more like Europe from two hundred years back. "Have her attire changed, at once! Toot-sweet!"

"Yes, Master Chardin!" the maids chirped, and he left the room while the maids set about their work.

"Ah, now girls, let's not be too hasty or any- Gulp!" Ranma was immediately silenced by yet another slice of that yummy cake getting stuffed into her gob. Her body went straight, then slack, and she entered this weird headspace where she was all sleepy and giddy and the maids were taking off her clothes and putting on a new dress. A fancier dress. It fit to her body a lot better, as though she'd been secretly measured out for it.

A golden sweeping dress covered in frills, with a red patch down the front of the skirt,. When she moved, Ranma felt the dress almost forcing her into walking in an extremely girly way. It would tolerate no tomboyish behaviour from her. Not even a little. Not in stance, not in gesture, not posture or gait, the only way to move naturally or quickly or comfortably was to embrace the fact that she was a woman.

"Here, madame!" one of the maids chirped happily. "This will complete the look?"

"A wig?" Ranma asked, staring at the item being offered with great suspicion. "I don't need a wig, my hair is perfectly fine."

"Oh yes, indeed, it is most fine hair," the maid said. "However, martial arts dining can get quite... messy. One would not want sauce getting into one's hair, yes?" Oh. That was a good point. It had seemed a bit daft, but if this was to keep her hair from getting ruined by the fancy sauce, then she might as well put it on.

Ah? The wig fit quite well. Surprisingly well. It nestled on to pof Ranma's scalp like it belonged there, snugly and comfortably fitting in - oh another slice of cake? How nice! Ranma fanned herself down, determined to look her best. For reasons. Because - Because if hse was to trick Picolet Chardin into letting his guard down, and giving her a chance to slip free of the engagement, then she should absolutely take any advantage she could get. Hohoho!

Ranma barely noticed that the 'slice' was actually a whole cake, or that she had easily swallowed it whole.

"Ah, that looks nice on you," the maid said. Oof, even Ranma could tell that French accent wasn't right. "It is such a shame that the other women wear such bigger wigs, but - for a beginner, this is fine too."

"A beginner?" Ranma said. "Hey, hey now! I can wear a bigger wig than this!"

The wig on her head twitched. Oooh, it felt like it was massaging her scalp.

"Are you sure?" the maid asked. "We can get you to wear a bigger one, but - "

"Hah! Who do you think you're talking to - Oooh, cake!" Scarf, scarf. "Haaaa... haaaa, get me the biggest wig that you can find! I shall put those other women in their place!"

A mirror was wheeled in front of her. A parade of wigs were brought out. Powdered white wigs, very classical, very European upper crust, it reminded Ranma of those few times a British courtroom was shown on television. One by one the wigs were replaced atop her scalp. Each one bigger than the last. Each time, the command went out. "Bigger! Bigger! I said the biggest wig you had!"

Eventually the did indeed bring out what must surely be the biggest wig they had in stock. Taking it into account, it must have surely doubled Ranma's head size. But this was nothing, she was a trained martial artist, and therefore- There! Perfectly balanced! Not even a problem.

"Oh, how wonderful it is to see you dressed up like this," said Picolet, hugging her from behind. Ranma leaned back feeling as though she might melt into his grip, but then - "Oh dear, you still have some chocolate on your pretty face." He clapped his hands again. "Makeup!"

"Makeup...?" Ranma weakly replied. Wait, hold on, that didn't feel... The wig atop her head twitched a little, rubbing into her scalp, and Ranma felt her worries almost melt out of her as she squirmed back into Picolet's arms. "Yeah, I need makeup to look perfect..."

Ranma was sat down in a chair, and her face was promptly covered - caked, one might say - in white powder, utterly covering every inch of skin. From there, she puckered her lips as a bright ruby red lipstick was applied. It tingled on contact.Though not so much as the heavy mascara applied to her right after that. Her eyelashes were given extra volume that they had no business having normally - and to finish her off entirely, a tiny little fake mole was stuck onto her cheek.

The result? Why, you would hardly think that this was the daughter of a poor martial artist. This was a high class lady, surely. Such bearing, such prestige, such elegance and beauty could not possibly be from some low class brute. Right?

=====

There are times when Akane wasn't quite as tough as she liked to be. Not in a physical sense, she was pretty happy with how tough she was there. But on the inside, she was a bit of a worrywart. Especially since Ranma came along.

Ranma. Oh, Ranma. That idiot kept on getting himself into all sorts of messes. Sometimes it was his fault, other times he was hauling her out of some fire or other. This time it was the latter. He didn't have to do anything. Not really. Even if he was worried about Akane herself getting married off to this Chardin jerk, all he had to do was say that she was spoken for, and he could have his pick of the other two sisters.

He didn't do that. He didn't back off. Was it his stupid pride dragging him in again? Humiliation at the school making him want revenge? Or was he trying to keep Akane's older sisters safe from a fate worse than death? He was so hard to read, which is why her feelings for him were so... complicated.

She hadn't actually seen him for a couple of days by this point. Cursed form or otherwise. According to her father, Ranma was engaged in "further training" in martial arts dining. Whatever that meant. In the meantime, she was employed here as a maid, and had been given a task that was, no doubt, intended to keep her busy. Keep her away from Ranma, away from snooping, and in turn building up her worries massively.

"Oh, yoohoo, serving girl!" the task in question bellowed, her mouth opening down to almost her navel whlie yelling across the room. "Your guest is quite bored. Entertain her with your presence, chop chop!"

Ugh, that accent grated on every last one of Akane's nerves. She was pretty sure nobody in Europe, never mind France, actually sounded like that. This was Lady Eclair, a guest of the Chardins. Akane had to spend the last few days keeping her fed and entertained, and this big mouthed loudmouth was honestly the most annoying person she'd ever had to deal with.

And think of the bar that crossed! If not for the debt her family owed, she'd have pelted this lady several times over by now for how over the top obnoxious she was! She looked like she'd stepped out of some fancy mansion several centuries back and from halfway across the planet. A ridiculously expensive looking dress, face caked in over the top makeup, and a really stupid tall wig perched atop her pretty face.

Yes, a pretty face. Akane couldn't deny that. She was gorgeous, whatever weird off putting style she was adopting. This was a woman who was absolutely stunning and knew she could carry off literally anything she wanted, and she chose to look like this. She could probably still have any man around her little finger in seconds despite how dumb Akane thought she looked.

Anyway, she approached, trying really hard to not stomp as she did so, and then did her best curtsey. "Yes, ma'am," she said. Mind the teeth, don't grit them. "What shall we do today? Perhaps you would like to see me juggle?"

That sarcasm wasn't meant to slip out! Damn! She'd been so focused on body language that she'd let that out! If this Kodachi on steroid had noticed anything, she didn't do anything beyond titter behind her fan and give Akane these weird, almost bedroom eyes.

"My, my, miss maid, you have no need to fear." Lady Eclair said. Akane had to strain to hear the 'h' in that 'have'. "I am already fully aware of how clumsy you are. Your thick legs are, as they say, both of the left variety, no? Even a cute maid outfit cannot hide how thoroughly uncute you are. Hohoho!"

Why that - Wait. Something rang a bell in Akane's brain, the instant this person said the word 'uncute'. The inflection, the manner behind it - But that wasn't possible. It couldn't be -

"R-Ranma?"

"Ohohohoho, all this time and you only now notice?" Ranma laughed. "Silly tomboy! Not too observant, are you now? Hohohoho!"

That was when Akane used a nearby tray to slap the jerk right across their made up face.

"Honestly!" Akane stomped. "Do you know how worried I was?! What's this all in aide of, anyway? Lady Eclair my eye!"

"Hrmph! Little maids should not be so rough with their ladies," Ranma huffed. "Sit down, sit down, try some of this cake and we shall discuss what I have been up to."

So this was all part of some plan, was it? Okay. Alright. She'd hear him out. He was probably going deep cover or something and - Oh goodness, this cake was so rich! It felt like Akane had pure, concentrated chocolate injected right into her tongue, cheeks and palette all at the same time! Oh! Ohohoho, she had to fan herself down with one of those fancy ornate feathery monstrosities just to keep herself from being overwhelmed!

"The truth is, Akane, I have had my eyes opened," Ranma said. "You are very, very beautiful, despite my teasing, and that is why, I shall... how to put it... I would like to share this wonderful future with you."

"Mmmrgh?" Akane tried to talk around the cake, but found it impossible. She had to chew and chew and chew, releasing more, more, yet more of the heady chocolate into her mouth. She couldn't get the question out. Couldn't say a word. Also, for some reason her vision was blurring and - Oh! Ranma had put a piece of the cake into her own mouth, and was now leaning forward to push it directly into Akane's mouth, and -

Her eyes flickered, as Ranma's taste mixed with the chocolate. Ooh... All of a sudden, Akane wasn't feeling quite so worried anymore...

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For generations, the Chardin family had a way of finding wives. Con a martial artist into a game of martial arts dining, stick them with a large debt - and then marry one of their daughters. Inevitably, they would think it possible to free themselves of the marriage by winning a rematch, but such a contest would never occur.

The training these fine women would go through was intended to subtly break their will, mould their bodies and mouths into more suitable marriage material. Just like that, they would have a strong healthy bloodline, all but guaranteed! A fine plan, yes?

Well. Picolet was a bit of a greedy guts. It came with martial arts dining, after a fashion! Hah! Why settle for one course, when you can have two?

Standing in the doorway were those two dishes at this very moment. Excellent examples of the craft. The fine Lady Eclair, and her 'friend' the Lady Charlotte. Where Eclair had a tall wig, Charlotte was more content with a smaller, but wider one. Where Eclair's dress was gold and red, Charlotte's was silver and blue. Their makeup was the same - as was the simmering gaze they were giving each other, and also to Picolet.

"Ladies, welcome," he said, embracing them both and then granting both of them a deep kiss. Which involved opening his mouth wide enough to tuck both of their heads into his cheeks. When he was done, they snuggled into him, fanning themselves down. "Now, Lady Charlotte. I am aware you have two delicious older sisters, yes?"

"Ohohohohoho!" Lady Charlotte, formerly Akane Tendo, laughed uproariously, her mouth opened wider than her shoulders and her chin going down to her nipples. Aha, still not quite where she should be in mouth elasticity, but she would get there in time. "Yes, yes! They are quite the wonderful dishes, are they not? And, also, I must say, there are a few other delightful morsels that come to mind if they are not enough to satisfy your... ravenous appetite."
Do you know? That sounded like a most wonderful plan. He could hardly wait to have a taste of the treats coming his way! Ahahaha, and now the two of them were showing their affection for one another, by letting loose their wonderful tongues! Wrapping them around each other, jockeying for position, grappling in a most indiscriminate way!

Why, if he didn't know any better he would swear the two of them were more interested in one another than they were in him. But no matter! He was going to have fun with this either way, of that you could rest assured! Hohohohohoho!

High school DxD - Brainwashed into Domme

Within Kuoh Academy, there were two girls who were considered the absolute peak of beauty. Rias Gremory, and Akeno Himejima. Both of them members of the Occult Research Club - and unknown to most students, Devils of the same Peerage. Rias with her red flowing hair, her natural elegance, a smile that could melt ice at thirty paces, and a body most models would envy. Then there was Akeno, tall and busty, playful and confident. The sort who could make you beg to be toyed with by her nimble, skilled fingers.

Would you believe that they were both hard up? It seemed impossible, yes? Surely this pair could have any boy they wanted? With a snap of their fingers, any boy for miles around would be on their knees, staring up at them in adulation, eager to do anything - absolutely anything - to keep them happy.

Well, they happened to both have their eye on the same boy. Issei Hyuudou. Notorious in the school for his perverted ways, and his obsession with breasts. So infamous was he around the school regarding his interests that he was the most identifiable member of the so called 'perverted trio', and let it be known that he would be the first to tell you that they had, in fact, earned that nickname through all manner of mishaps.

Why were they interested in him? Because underneath that lewd exterior was a kind hearted, brave and heroic soul who very obviously liked both of them for reasons beyond their stunning physical appearances. He went out of his way to help others, and couldn't seem able to stand others suffering. One might think such a thing would be a turnoff for Devils, but not so much in this world where that is less a sign of one's morality, and more a sign of what species you were.

Now, one would think the problem here was obvious - Horny boy is the subject of carnal desires of two of the most gorgeous girls around. Surely the issue is the competition between those two, as they strive to get him into bed. There was an element of that, to be certain. Each of the pair strives to gain his attention by showing off their bodies, or being competitive in the more traditional way, with sports and games. But that was only part of it. There was a bigger problem. A far more significant problem.

And that problem lay with Issei himself.

For Rias, it came to a head yesterday. She'd managed to secure some alone time with him, in his room, when nobody else was around. Not his parents, not the other members of the peerage. It was just her and him. She'd moved for a kiss, and he'd been all for it - up until suddenly finding interest in something else across the room. She wanted to cuddle and he went rigid - not just in the place he should have either. It was like he was suddenly becoming a scared cat any time she tried to show any affection.

For Akeno, she had a similar experience with him in the clubroom. She'd contrived a reason for everyone else to be away on other business - Rias in a meeting with Sona, for example. It was just her and Issei. She'd stepped out of the shower wearing only a towel, expecting him to ravage her with his eyes... And then in other, more fun ways. However, he took one look at her and immediately turned his back, apologising for walking in on her. It was obvious that he wanted to look, and when she let the towel drop his fingers twitched as though he desperately wanted to cop a feel... But -

"Trauma," Rias said to herself, sitting in her room tapping at her desk. "Issei's first girlfriend was that bitch Raynare."

Elsewhere, Akeno was sitting in a loose fitting kimono nodding along to herself, coming to similar conclusions. "Ah, that makes sense..." she said aloud to nobody in particular. "That girl killed him at the end of their date, his first romantic experience."

"A betrayal like that probably left some deep emotional scars," Rias mused.

"It could have caused all manner of psychological issues..." Akeno continued. Both of them independently and roughly concurrently come to the same conclusions.

"Which might make him less likely - "

"To trust a pretty girl that's interested in him -"

"In case of the same kind of betrayal - "

"So he's keeping his guard up. Consciously or otherwise. How unhealthy."

And so it was that both girls came to the same conclusion. If they wanted Issei to show them the affection they knew that he wanted to show them, they would need to take more drastic measures. For his own good. For his psychological and physiological benefit... as well as that of their own mutual lusts.

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When Issei entered the occult research club at this time of night, there was always an air of danger about it. Despite it being completely safe, the normally decently lit room gained a much more occult atmosphere befitting its cover story than normal. It was dark, its already present gothic aspect was greatly highlighted. The only change, so far as he could tell, was a switch from modern electric lights to candle light.

"Good evening Issei,"said the only other tangible difference in the room. Akeno, the Queen of the Peerage. He was here to meet with her, and if you went back in time and told him that he would be meeting with Akeno regularly in a dark secluded space he would have laughed and called it a nice dream. To say that it was happening regularly would have him rolling his eyes and saying 'sure, whatever you say'. If you then went on to say what they were actually doing together, he would likely have completely dismissed it outright. "How are you today?"

"Ah, it's throbbing again," Issei said. gesturing to his arm. His arm, I say! Though something else was throbbing too. It was ha- difficult not to have that sort of reaction when Akeno was wearing a slinky dress like that. She always seemed to like dressing up for him, showing off her body <s>as a way to control the incredible power he had in his Boosted Gear</s>. "I might have overused it during that last incident."

The last incident. When a Fallen Angel called Kokabiel had tried to reignite the long dormant war between Heaven, Hell and the Fallen Angels. That guy had been well outside their hitting range - but then out of nowhere the opposite to his own Boosted Gear had arrived out of nowhere and smacked him down. Made it look easy. Demonstrating exactly how much further Issei had to go. He had to improve. He had to get better control over this power. Go further, reach higher, handle greater boosting levels. Until he could do that he needed Akeno to drain off the excess. Pull out of his body that which he could not handle.

Which she did by putting his finger in her mouth, biting down and sucking out the excess energy. It hurt a little at first, but after that the natural eroticism took hold and made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Which made sense, of course, as a pretty girl had his finger in between her teeth. His overwrought Dragon aura was then pulled into her body. <s>You're vulnerable, she could betray you at any moment with your own power</s> It was a good thing he trusted her so much, or else... <s>Why would a pretty girl ever be interested in a perv like you? Didn't you learn anything from Raynare?</s>

"Issei? You seem quite tense," Akeno said. "Is everything alright?"

"Y-Yeah, everything is - " he began, but then she shifted her position and her dress let him glimpse a little more cleavage. Nice! But he looked away after a moment. "Ahaha, yeah everything's fantastic!" She pushed her face right into his field of vision, and he got to see the truly rare sight of Akeno actually worried, rather than playfully smiling at him. "W-Well, maybe I'm a little worried about how much stronger I can get. You know, maybe I've hit a ceiling? You seem to have to drain off my aura a lot more regularly of late."

"I see," Akeno said, then pulled back. It felt like he could breathe again. "Issei, what you need is to relax. If you can learn to unwind a little, your natural strength will start to shine through."

"Relax...?" Issei repeated. "That's easier said than done. it feels like we keep on running into more and more powerful enemies, it's a real struggle to keep up, you know?"

Akeno leaned over once again, her breasts bouncing around wonderfully under her dress. "Then Issei, do you trust me?"

<s>can't trust pretty girl, don't let your guard down ignore her don't trust her she's too hot too good for you</s>

"Yes," he said. "I wish you didn't tease me as much, but -"

"Oh, you love it and you know it," Akeno chirped brightly, rocking on her heels and quite deliberately making them bounce at that time. Not that he was complaining, but it was unsettling that she knew where he was probably paying attention. "Don't deny it, I've seen how not-so-little-Issei reacts whenever I do tha~at."

"So what did you have in mind?" Issei asked. "Ah, don't tell me, some sort of meditative technique?"

"That's right, that's right," Akeno said. She reached down, grabbed his ankle and - Yipe! Forced him into the lotus position! Ah! Ah! That was quite uncomfortable he wasn't used to sitting like this! "A simple mantra to help you build your confidence is exactly what Nurse Akeno orders! By the way, would you like me to change into my nurse's outfit, it's in the next roo~oom?"

"Ah, maybe next time..." Issei muttered. That sounded nice, but - If this was really supposed to help him build his confidence that could only be a good thing, right? "How do we start this?"

Akeno slid behind him and began to massage his temples. Gradually, gently, but with a hint that she could very easily go harder if she wanted. It felt nice. Very nice. "Stare at the candle on the table," she ordered. "See the flames? Focus on them." He did so. "See how the colours shift and shimmer, how the heat distorts the light? It's subtle, but if you focus you can see it." Yeah, now that she mentioned it... "Focus on the flame. Ignore the distortion. Then breathe in, steadily, hold the breath for a moment and then let it out a little at a time. That's right. Keep it at that pace. Gradual, slow breathing while staring at the flame atop the candle."

This was nice. This was pleasant. When coupled with Akeno's temple massage, which quickly moved back to his scalp, Issei could almost feel his tension draining away out of him. For a moment his vision blurred - but he forced himself to stay focused. Stay focused on the candle. On the flickering flame, which was kinda pretty. The glow it gave off was comforting. Reassuring. Almost sensual. Or maybe that was just his own lustful projection? Who could say.

"Fire needs food and air to live," Akeno whispered. "You're like that flame as well. You need nourishment and space to grow and flourish." Right, that made sense, sort of. "So breathe in, and become the flame. See how it shines? Breathe out, become Issei again. Still shining, still radiant and warm. Breathe in, become the flame again... Breathe out, become Issei."

She repeatedly said that, over and over again while rubbing his scalp. Issei felt wobbly, but... nice. Like all the stress was melting off him. ah? But then she stopped rubbing his temple, though was still giving the instruction. Breathe gradually. Stare at the flame. Become the flame. Become Issei again.He heard a sound of rustling cloth behind him, and then into his peripheral vision he caught sight of Akeno's nude form walking around to the other side of the table in front of him. "Breathe in, stay calm, breathe out, no stress here." Normally he would have reacted to such a sight. Not now.

Then, she stood on the other side of the candle. Naked, with her hands over her head. Baring her entire body to him without the slightest hint of shame. Her eyes were shining with bright affection, an impression his clouded mind couldn't shake no matter what.

Speaking of shaking, that's a good word to describe what she was starting to do with her magnificent examples of childbearing hips. Shaking them, gently and in time with his breathing, to the left when breathing in, and right on breathing out. "This is the female form," Akeno said. "Look at it. Examine it. Desire it." He did. Already. "You are desired by this woman. Let that become clear. There is no double meaning. There is nothing beyond you and her desiring one another. Study this form. Look upon this body, see it through the flickering flames. Desire it. Yearn for it. Yearn for women, Issei. Think about women. Think about their bodies. Desire their bodies. Drink them in, without shame or regret. Know that you are desired by women, know that they want them to desire you in turn- and feel comfort from this."

Feel... comfort from it? Issei blinked and his lips turned up into a smile devoid of thought. How could he have any other reaction when Akeno started to dance in earnest, keeping to the steady rhythm of his breathing? Oh, her breasts were bouncing, her tummy rolling, her legs flickering to and fro like the edges of the candle's flames. He drank her in. She burned her image onto his retinas. Dancing. Sensual. Desirable. Confidence. All the while repeating her mantra, that he should be more confident with women, that he should not be ashamed to desire the female form...

"Very good, you're responding well," Akeno said an hour later. "Another week or so of nightly sessions, and you should be ready. You should be fully, truly, confident enough to take what is yours."

And so it was. For the next week, every night, Issei would meet up with Akeno to reinforce these points whether he needed his aura drained or not. Isn't it wonderful that she was in charge of his training?

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It was morning the next day, and Rias was in the shower once again, letting the hot water splash against her naked body while she thought, long and hard, about what lay ahead. Letting it trail down her splendid physique, matting down her crimson hair. The trails of water left her pristine skin gleaming, as though some powerful entity had given her an aura that emphasised her womanly figure. This shower was a daily meditative routine for her, by cleaning the body she would clean the mind of all distractions and focus on what truly mattered.

That being - Her Pawn, Issei. Her feelings for him had grown too large and too fast to contain easily, and so she had decided to take some drastic steps in helping him with his confidence. A simple technique to provide him the focus he needed, and help him overcome his trauma. The other members of her peerage were, in their own ways, traumatised by their past and yet she had felt powerless to do much of anything about it. She lacked the tools, she lacked the knowledge on how to help them - though already Issei had helped Kiba, and he might well have the makings to help the rest of them as well.

Wasn't it only fair that he be repaid for that kindness? By helping him with his trauma? Compared to the others it was not so terrible. A single betrayal and murder attempt by the first pretty girl to show him any sign of affection. It's terrible, though it felt far more manageable to her than the others. And, already, a plan was forming in her mind. A plan to help him regain some sense of self-worth, build his confidence back up to where it should be. It would hardly do for the Red Dragon Emperor to stumble because he didn't believe in himself. Didn't accept that so many pretty girls wanted him, physically and emotionally desired him. Let his subtle insecurities cloud his judgement. Not only would it keep them all from happiness, it might even get a member of her Peerage killed!

Okay, fine, she might be justifying her decision to herself just a little bit, but doesn't everyone do that when they're about to do something a little bit selfish? Try to manipulate themselves into thinking it's fine, it's for the greater good, nobody would get hurt by it. Like a kind of self-brainwashing. How oddly appropriate.

Her thoughts on the matter were interrupted when she heard him enter. Alright, this was good. It would just be them for an hour or so, everyone else would be preoccupied for a ltitle while. Kiba and Xenovia were 'sparring' under Akeno's supervision to help her new Knight adjust to her life as a Devil. Koneko and Asia were assisting Sona with a small matter that should take a good amount of time - while Issei's task for today had been deliberately short and simple to provide her the time she'd need to get this started.

"Ah, good morning Rias!" Issei called out. The poor boy averted his eyes as she stepped from the shower, dripping wet and hiding absolutely nothing from him. It was so obvious that he wanted to look, but was trying to be polite. Or perhaps trying not to draw her ire? Suspicious of him trying to manipulate him? Silly boy. Pretty girls have always manipulated boys they like in this way when they wanted some action. "Was there anything else you wanted today?"

Holding the towel to herself, Rias smiled and restrained from the obviously flirtatious answer. She had something to focus on today. This poor boy had been traumatised by his first date, and she intended to help him rebuild his confidence in something of a roundabout way.

"Actually, there is one matter we need to discuss in more detail," Rias said. "Did you know that Devils have a minor, subconsciously controlled form of shapeshifting? We can use it to make ourselves more appealing to humans, though it has a few other uses as well. Most female Devils use it to make themselves look younger, for example."

"Eh? Really?" Issei gasped. "I didn't know such a thing was possible! Do you mean I can do it as well?"

"Today, I would like you to learn how to control it," Rias said. This was her plan. A simple enough scheme that would make him build up his self confidence, and through that overcome his trauma. It would also help him in other ways - controlling his shapeshifting would enable him greater power as a Devil, greater cotrol over his own body, greater awareness of himself - the fact that it would also help him psychologically was practically an afterthought. "You would like that, wouldn't you Issei?"

He nodded with great enthusiasm. So eager to learn, so eager to please!

"As I said, much of the control is at a subconscious level," Rias began. "Your own body image will dictate to you what you look like. In order for you to understand what I mean, I need you to... look at my body."

He was nervous. Like a little rabbit. But that was fine. This was all part of what she was trying to do. Rias let the towel drop, let him see her splendid body in all its glory. Yes Issei, that's right. look at it. In particular, look at the pendant she has swinging from her neck. What she was doing was both risky and risque at the same time. She needed his focus on the sparkling gem, the only thing she was wearing, and drawing attention to her breasts was quite possibly the best way to go about this.

"This will be easy for you to see," Rias said, turning and shifting her body. "Look. They're quite large, aren't they?"

Issei nodded. It was like he'd been asked if water was wet or if the sky was blue. Now for the tricky part. Leaning forward and slightly, ever so slightly shifting her weight to and fro, back and forth, Rias began to work her magic. The swaying pendant in between her breasts acting like a pendulum. A metaphorical swinging watch on the peripheral of his vision, occasionally sparking out and catching the light. Then, using her own understanding of shapeshifting, she made her breasts a bit bigger.

The instant she did, Issei jumped out of his seat in surprise, but she used her finger to push on his forehead, making him sit back down.

"You see? That's what this is capable of," Rias said. "With practice, you too will be able to body morph to this degree."

If Issei had a weakness, it was surely this. His love of breasts. While he was shy about it at first, with her fully permission to see - No, because she encouraged him to see, he was now able to stare a lot more intensely than normal. She could sense he was still nervous, still tense, wondering what she was up to, and so she distracted him by making them shrink down again. Then made them grow. Rapidly changing their size from one moment to the next, all the while keeping the pendant swinging in the background.

"You'll be able to do this as well," Rias said. "Change your body on a whim - although, be careful, if you lose concentration you will quickly revert to your normal body before you know it. So, stay focused. Concentrate."

Rias stepped closer and closer, keeping Issei distracted with her shifting breasts all the while, up until she was standing mere inches from his face. It was taking a lot of focus for her to pull this off, keeping her breasts changing in size and shape while letting the pendulum swing, keeping her voice methodical and calm. However, the results were speaking for themselves. Most Devils have an innate defence against mental manipulation - but Issei was a new Devil. He lacked that defence. Thus his eyes were glazed over, looking but not seeing.

He'd gone under so easily it was almost cute. Now it was time for her to reinforce a few things. She started by pulling the pendant from around her neck and left it hanging in the air in front of his face, swinging back and forth. She didn't think she'd get to this stage so quickly - but she wasn't going to complain about it. Not when she had a bit of extra time to reinforce a few ideas in his cute little head for their first session. At this rate, it might not even take the full week to have the desired effect.

"Feel my breasts," she said, pulling his hands over them. "Do you feel how they are growing? That is your confidence. My breasts are your confidence, swelling and growing."

"Your breasts are my confidence, swelling and growing."

Indeed, her breasts were steadily increasing in size as she spoke. So far so good.

"Repeat that to yourself under your breath, and listen to what I have to say," Rias continued. He did so, muttering that phrase repeatedly like a mantra. "You should not be afraid to take what you want. Be confident in yourself. Embrace how sexy you truly are. Be commanding. Be confident." This was an important step. While Rias wanted Issei to take her as a lover, she wanted him to do so because he wanted to do it, not because she'd made him. Therefore, she wasn't going to directly push him into going for her - merely nudge him in the right psychological direction.

"Your breasts are my confidence, swelling and growing," Issei repeated again. By now they barely fit into his palm. His fingers had been still up until this point, but now they were starting to space out a lot more.

"Good boy," Rias said. "Embrace that confidence. Don't be afraid of it. There is nothing to fear. You are desired. You are adored. Not because of your power, but because you are you."

Her eyes flicked down to the obvious tent in his trousers. Normally a boy would adjust their sitting posture to try to mask it. Crossing their legs, holding something in front of it. Not so today. Issei's arousal was every bit as obvious as... Well, as Rias herself. Unfortunately, she didn't really have the time to check to see how effective her technique was, or how embedded the commands were. She could already hear the approach of someone down the corridor.

As such, she grabbed the pendant from the air, plucked the towel from the ground and strode off, feeling Issei's burning gaze on her figure as she went into the side room to get dressed. "We'll continue this tomorrow," she said, giving him a cheeky wink. "In no time at all, you'll have a handle on this as well. Mark my words, Issei."

A curt nod, and Rias slipped into the next room, thrilled at the prospect lying ahead of her. She could hardly wait to see the results! But just to be safe... Let's wait a week to see how it goes. Shall we?

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A week later, and there only two members of the Occult Research Club available. The president and vice president, Rias and Akeno. Both of them carrying around a smug air of superiority, as if they knew something the other did not. They were waiting patiently for the other club members to arrive. Akeno had, as usual, offered Rias the chance for some tea. Which had been accepted, of course. No reason to decline such a kind offer.

"My, my, buchou," Akeno said, quite brightly. "You seem to be in a good mood of late."

"You as well, Akeno," Rias smiled back at her. "It makes me wonder if there has been good news that I'm not aware of?"

"Perhaps," Akeno said. "Are you keeping something secret from me?"

"Are you, from me?" Rias countered. The two of them then engaged in a frightening staredown, that was all smiles, with neither of their smiles quite reaching their eyes. "As the King, I must insist that you go first."

"Very well, if you do so insist," Akeno curtseyed. "It is regarding our dear Pawn, Issei. I fear that he is holding himself back from reaching his full potential."

"I quite agree," Rias said. "That is a matter I had been hoping to discuss today. Did you have any thoughts on the matter?"

"More than thoughts, Buchou," Akeno said. "You see, I have been making use of a simple hypnotic technique to help him overcome his strange insecurities regarding the female form."

"Ah..." Rias nodded. "That sounds..." She trailed off. It sounded like a good idea. Except... "Actually, I've also been using hypnosis to condition him into becoming more confident with himself. To embrace his shapeshifting abilities and become whatever he needs to be, to take what he wants."

"Oh."

The mood shifted. The smiles on their faces fell ever so slightly. Neither of them had dreamed the other might do something like that. They had thought that, in their own way, they wer gaining an advantage over the other without their knowledge.

"I'm sure that two concurrent hypnotic instructions like that couldn't have any negative consequences," Akeno said.

"Yes, I'm sure you're right," Rias said. "Still, when Issei arrives we should -"

"You should what?"

A feminine voice that was both familiar and not came from the doorway. Standing there was an unbelievable sight, one that neither of them could have possibly expected. Firstly, the approach had been deathly quiet, neither of them had heard a thing. However, the more crucial part was who was standing there.

Raven black hair that went down to her barely covered butt. Enormous breasts barely constrained by skimpy leather that seemed determined to cover only the parts in line with the nipples. She wore black thigh high boots, and gloves that went from shoulder to fingertip, all made of the same dark leather material. At first glance, one would mistake this for the Fallen Angel, Raynare, come back to life-  Save for two important points.

The first was the wings sprouting from her back. Not the feathery sort that Fallen Angels had, but the oversized batlike kind of Devils. More crucially was the face. It was decidedly not Raynare's at all, but rather -

"I-Issei, is that you?" Rias gasped, rising from her seat in abject, total shock.

In response to this, Issei snapped his fingers and a new figure dashed into the room. It was Koneko, with a ball gag in her mouth and a skimpy catsuit on her body. Before Rias could process what was happening, she was being held in a full nelson by her own Rook!

Next to her, Akeno was faring little better. Xenovia had also rushed into the room, a ball gag in her mouth as well, and when Akeno tried to summon a forcefield it was promptly cancelled by Asia. The two of them wearing what could only be called modified straightjackets!

"Good girls," Issei applauded. The two of them had been restrained so quickly! Impossible, how were they that fast? Issei sauntered into the room, seductively, strutting towards them while tapping a whip into her open palm. "I knew that training would be worth the while - though a little boosting doesn't hurt, does it?"

"I-Issei, stop this right now, or - " Rias was silenced by the whip cracking against her breast, stinging her nipples - but it felt good! Ah, what was this?!

"Hrmph! You're the ones who tried to brainwash me into being your little pet," Issei chuckled. "Well, I don't think it's too much of a problem... After all, you're going to get exactly what you wanted, right? So, girls? How about we start with a safety word...?"

Yugioh GX - Corruption to the light

The notion of destiny has haunted mankind for as long as it had the ability to consider the world around them. Many men of myths and legends would try and fail to conquer it. Such hubris, such a lack of understanding of their place in the universe. The man known as Sartorius had no such delusions. He knew what he was. A servant to the light. Its most brightly shining devotee. Through its guidance he would be a willing tool of destiny. He would not fight it. He would embrace it.

However! There was one fool on campus who was proving to be quite a thorny problem... or, at the very least, his predictions were telling him would become a problem in the future.

Jaden Yuki. At this school for Duel Monsters, he was a member of the lowest ranked dorm, but everyone he had asked said the same thing. He is only there because he has no scholarly aptitude. In terms of duelling he should be in Obelisk blue. And even in that big pond, he should be considered a big fish. Yet he languished there in subtle defiance of his destiny.

Attempting to read that boy's future was proving impossible. Normally Sartorius could use his Arcana Force cards to lay out an enemy's future, to learn how destiny intended to remove them as a threat. Turn them into an ally. Not so with Jaden. No matter how he tried to view that boy's future -

Clearly, he must be a top priority. Turning him to the light, making him see its glory. Yet how should this be achieved? As a top duellist in the academy, he would not make for easy prey. None of his minions would be capable of guaranteeing victory over him. Not Chazz, nor Alexis...

Alexis...?

As he spoke her name Sartorius turned over The Lovers. Aha? What was this...? Was destiny speaking to him of Jaden, without speaking directly of Jaden? Was he being guided in a roundabout way on how to achieve his goals...?

Well, what was the harm? After all, Alexis had seen the light of truth already. A pretty young woman like that might be exactly what he needed to remove this thorn from his side.

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So this was the new White dorm, huh? Didn't seem all that different to Obelisk Blue from where Jaden was standing. Students milling around in those clean white uniforms, looking well rested, almost like their room didn't have draughts coming at you from every angle. Or maybe they didn't have to bathe in a barrel.

He kids, he kids, that stuff didn't bother him at all. Jaden was the kind of happy go lucky guy who didn't actually care about that sort of thing. The one and only thing that mattered was that he got to have fun with his friends, playing Duel Monsters. He was kinda chill like that.

Although, even someone as cool and collected as him was getting this eerie vibe from this place. Even when he had to set foot in the Obelisk Blue Dorm for whatever reason, he wasn't getting the kind of glares these guys were giving him. It was unsettling. It was like - "play with us, Jaden. Forever and ever." A sentiment he didn't normally mind, but even he couldn't ignore the undertones.

Soon enough he arrived at a certain door. He knocked, and shortly after this his good buddy Alexis opened it up form. She was wearing the same uniform as the others, though she had a much more nervous attitude than the others.

"Hey 'Lexis!" Jaden said, perhaps a little too loudly. He held up a box he'd been carrying. "I got that thing you wanted!"

"Thanks Jaden," Alexis said, then grabbed his arm and hauled him inside. "While you're here, let's try out this new deck! Alright!"

Then the door was closed, and she let out a weary sigh, almost collapsing against it. The room was dark. Lit with candles for some reason rather than the lights. There was a distinct sweet aroma wafting off them that he couldn't place, but it sure was nice. Anyway, Jaden reached for it but -

"No," Alexis stopped his hand. "I think the room might be bugged. I got the electronics off, it's the only way I can be sure they can't hear me."

"Bugs, huh? I don't suppose you mean fleas."

Alexis shuddered. It had been a bit of a surprise hearing from her like this. Apparently, she'd been suspicious of the new White dorm and joined up to figure out what they were all about. If she was this nervous, this paranoid... it couldn't be anything good. Seeing her pace the floor like this, rubbing her sides, he didn't like seeing it. She was usually so much stronger than this.

"It's a lot to explain," she said. "Look, if I'm going to explain this to you, do you mind if we duel first? No duel disks, no holograms, just the cards. It'll help take my mind off it long enough to put it into words properly."

"Just the cards, huh?" Jaden asked. Yeah, no electronics? He slipped his duel disk off and set it aside, then removed his deck of cards and casually began to shuffle it while flopping down onto the floor. "Yeah, sometimes you gotta do things old school. I'm down with that."

A low stakes game in the privacy of her bedroom. Any other man his age would've had a reaction to that. Here he was, about to play a game of cars with the school's madonna. Acting like it was no big thing. To him, it wasn't. They'd duelled before over a misunderstanding. To keep track of their life points, Alexis set a pair of abacus next to both of them, then she knelt down on the floor opposite him shuffling her own deck of cards. Breathing heavily and steadily. Yeah! That's the trick, she was calming down already!

Alright, let's see what he had to start with. E-Hero Clayman, Mirror Force, E-Hero Avian, Defusion and Monster Reborn. Not bad. "I'll go first." And then, he drew into E-Hero Burstinatrix. His lucky day! One good Poly, and he'd be good to go in the blink of an eye.

But he was going first, after all. No attacks for him. Best to play it defensive for the time being, and so - "I set down a face down, both a monster and something back here." Mirror Force and Clayman respectively. Clayman's 2000 Defense would be a beast to get over, and even if she did manage it, he'd snipe whatever she pulled with Mirror Force to set him up for next turn.  "That's all I got, Lexis. Now, get your game on!"

Alexis still seemed nervous. Taking several deep breaths while staring at her cards. Her hands were trembling, and she adjusted how she was sitting so that her legs were sprawled off to the side in a weird way that almost kinda seemed like she was trying to show them off. Heck, she was almost lying on her side now, resting on one elbow while using that hand to hold up her cards while the other trailed down her side, drawing a circle on her thigh that, for some reason, was really catching Jaden's attention...

"It's okay, Lexis," Jaden said. He then demonstrated breath control for her, taking in deep lungfuls of that weirdly sweet air. "In comes the good air, and out goes the bad. Come on, let's see what you got!"

"Well, to be honest, I'm trying out a new strategy," Alexis said. Oho! That sounded fun! Jaden was always up for going up against a new deck! "S-So, here goes! Okay! I draw!"

A tiny little corner of her mouth turned up there, so very slightly that he almost missed it. There we go! Nothing like a duel to bring out someone's fighting spirit!

"I play Fetish Activation!" Alexis said, turning around the card she had drawn. It was strange, but in the candlelight the sheen and gloss on the card made it shimmer in a quite unnatural way. Jaden couldn't quite see the artwork super well from here, but it looked like a blonde haired girl standing in place. She was wearing some kind of school uniform, but he couldn't make it out very well. "This Ritual Card lets me summon one of my new monsters! Fetish'd Schoolgirl!"

Fetish'd Schoolgirl? It was a Ritual monster. Level 4, which was pretty low for them. 1600/1900, Light Warrior. To summon it, Alexis had to send a level four monster from her hand. It was easier to see from here since they didn't have ten feet between the two duellists here. She'd discarded Cyber Angel Benten, and -

Oho? What's this now? Something was appearing on the field in between them. You see, Jaden had the talent to see duel spirits, and there was one right there. It looked like Alexis, but she was wearing a very different kind of school uniform. The skirt was every bit as short, but super frilly and the blouse was cut in such a way that it was impossible to hide the waist at all. Seemed like a dumb kinda uniform to make girls wear, but hey, who was he to criticise? The Duel Spirit - Fetish'd Schoolgirl - coyly waved up at Jaden upon noticing his attention. Adorable! The monster looked up at Jaden, rocked a little from side to side and a tinge of blush fell upon her pretty face. She waved up at Jaden shyly, as if she had anything to be bashful about.

"When this monster is ritual summoned, I can add another Fetish'd Monster to my hand," Alexis said. "Next, I'll equip it with Fetish Fuel, boosting its ATK by 1000 when it battles my opponent's monster! If I destroy that face down of yours Jaden, you'd better watch out or you'll get to see my Schoolgirl's second effect!"

"Ooh, I'm trembling," Jaden teased. "Come on, let's see what you got!" Much more like it! She was getting into the game now! Almost a shame he had to ruin it for her. As soon as Alexis declared her attack, Jaden flipped up Mirror Force, using one card to cost her three while leaving her field wide open - unless she summoned a monster to defend herself. "Sorry Lexis, I'm not gonna make this easy for you."

She didn't seem too upset by that. "Fetish Awakening's effect activates when a Fetish'd Monster is destroyed - It returns to my hand, but I can't use it again this turn. I set one card and end my turn."

So she's got a spell or trap of her own, does she? It wouldn't be an interesting duel if she rolled over that easily! Jaden drew - aha! This might be a little overkill, but - What the heck, this was just a duel for fun!

"I'm going to play the card I just drew - Polymerisation!" A cornerstone of his deck was Fusion, after all. "I'll fuse together two cards in my hand - Burstinatrix and Avian to form Shining Flare Wingman!" He waited for a response. Nothing. "Next I'll put Clayman into attack position."

"Risky, I might have my own Mirror Force," Alexis warned.

""One way to find out for sure! Go ahead guys, Clayman first. Attack her life points directly!"

"I activate Fetish'd Harem! I summon four Harem Token to my side of the field." Ah? A trap card? That sounded kinda like Scapegoat though? There had to be some kind of difference to it. That is, aside from the duel spirits appearing in front of him. A group of Alexis, right there on the field. Wearing some weird skimpy outfit, a white translucent veil that didn't cover all that much of their bodies. The four of them whirled around and around excitedly, blowing kisses at Jaden at seemingly random intervals, tittering and spinning, whirling those white clothes around and around, giving him fleeting glimpses at their fit physiques that left him feeling a bit dizzy - But not so dizzy he couldn't enjoy this game!

"Just so you know, these tokens can only be tributed to ritual summon a Fetish'd monster - and if they are, their levels are treated as three rather than one. That means next turn I'll have 6 levels to tribute for a Ritual."

Clayman easily destroyed one - the tokens only had 0 defence. It was kinda weird, seeing the duel spirit Clayman rush one of the Alexis clones and destroy it. Next, he attacked with Shining Flare Wingman, but... Alexis was right. She'd have six levels to play with next turn. Not ideal for playing against a Ritual deck that, from what he could tell, was all about gaining more and more resources. Going for grind game, huh? Well, this play was a little earlier than he'd normally make it, but -

"Defusion! Come out, Burstinatrix and Avian! Destroy the last two tokens!"

A shame he had to get rid of Wingman like that, but he had a bad feeling about letting her keep those two on the field. Maybe it was a bluff to draw him out, but - No, he couldn't let her do that. Besides, he was really interested to see what else this deck had to offer. Especially in a duel where there was absolutely nothing on the line.

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Alexis was full to bursting with anticipation. All was going well, so far. This setup had been carefully constructed to close a trap around him without setting off any alerts, and now he was sitting in the middle of it utterly oblivious to what awaited him.

Firstly, bugs? There were none. That had served a multitude of purposes. To excuse the candles, which burned with an incense that acted as a potent aphrodisiac, and to excuse the lack of duel disks. Using those would have been utterly disastrous - for the cards Alexis were playing with were forgeries. There was no such thing as a Fetish'd archetype. A duel disk would have noticed right away what the problem was. Someone like Jaden, though? He'd take it as read that it was a brand new set of cards. He would play against them as per normal.

And best of all, since these cards were infused with the power of the Light, they had 'artificial duel spirits' attached to them, which Jaden would be able to see. These cards held their own hypnotic, seductive power that would wear down his will a little at a time without him noticing. Even now, she'd caught his gaze lingering on her figure rather than her cards.The boy might be ignoring it for now, but he was already pitching a tent.

"My turn," she said, and drew. Alright! Time to move things along a little. "By the way, how about we make this a little more interesting? It'll help me calm down a bit."

"Huh? A wager?" Jaden asked.

"Nothing big, I was thinking... Reverse strip rules. Every time a player takes damage, their opponent takes off some clothes."

"Hah! Never played like that before! Alright, you're on!"

Let's show him what this fake deck could really do! "I activate Warrior Returning Alive! It returns my Fetish'd Schoolgirl to my hand. " No need to explain further than that - Jaden would be well familiar with the card himself as his deck was made up mostly of Warrior monsters. "I'll activate Fetish Awakening, using Schoolgirl and Cyber Angel as tribute to summon Fetish'd Cheerleader!"

Yet another monster themed around her. She had gained the power to see them as well from her Master Sartorius - the power to see Duel Spirits! She'd asked him for that gift so that she could better behold the true nature of what was distracting him. In this case, a tiny version of Alexis herself wearing a white blazer, a white ruffled skirt, and neither of these were especially covering. The blazer had a deep neckline and didn't even bother trying to hide her waist, while the skirt was - somehow - even shorter than what the Academy had the girls wear regularly.

The little cheerleader version of her was now fistpumping the air while alternating high kicks, cheering on Jaden, who seemed amused by its antics more than anything else. Hrmph! That was fine, she was playing a longer game anyway. Most boys would already be drooling, but... Then again, the fact he'd agreed to the strip duel rules didn't really tell her anything either, given how weirdly Jaden reacted to new duelling experiences. She'd have to watch him carefully to gauge his reactions properly.

"I see, so you had options either way?" Jaden asked. But of course - that was the way strategy worked. Never assume your enemy would zig when they might zag. "So what does this monster do? Kinda cute. Did you model these cards yourself?"

"So what if I did?" Alexis asked, flicking back her hair and leaning back to remind him of exactly how hot she was. "No harm in a little extra cash, right? Besides, they're really cute costumes- they must be if you're commenting on them. As to what it does, here take a look."

She held the card up in front of his face so he could get a better look. Letting the light play off its fake holofoil, shimmering by candlelight, letting the Light shine off it and amplifying its hypnotic seductive effect, amplified further by the sensual artwork of herself in fetish gear.

"Once per turn it can increase the attack of all Fetish'd Monsters on the field by 500," she began. "Which I do now, by the way. Also, if it destroys a monster by battle I can add the top card of my deck to my hand - but I cannot summon or activate its effects this turn."

"What's that first effect though?" Jaden asked, tracking the card as it swung back and forth. Unknowingly tracing it along towards his own sexy doom. "If a Fetish'd card is used as material to summon this monster -"

"It can gain one of its effects," Alexis said. "I'll hold off on that for the time being and attack your Burstinatrix! If you can't stop it, that's 1300 damage and first blood."

He couldn't stop it. Now she was at 4000 LP, while he was at 2700. While Alexis spoke, she reached down her luxurious legs and tugged at her socks, both of them at the same time. Off they came, letting her toes kiss the air. Yes, even they could be alluring, for there was a strangely forbidden aspect to seeing a girl's toes, especially when it was just the two of them, alone by candlelight. Even someone as dense as Jaden couldn't fully miss the implications. "Now I'll activate both Cheerleader and Schoolgirl's effects that activate when they destroy a monster by battle. We already discussed Cheerleader - but Schoolgirl lets you pick a card from either GY and add it to my hand."

"Cyber Gymnast," Jaden said without missing a beat. Aha, is that so? After a moment of wiggling her toes, Alexis added the top card from the deck to her hand, briefly showing it to Jaden so he knew she couldn't use it, then took the card he named from her GY and put it briefly in her hand, before ending her battle phase and setting Cyber Gymnast face down on the field. "My turn?"

She nodded, he drew, and she was honestly looking forward to seeing what he might play next. How exciting!

"Time for some Graceful Charity. You know what they say, charity begins at home! I discard Wildheart and Sparkman - then I'll tribute Clayman and Avian to summon E-Hero Bladedge to the field! It's only 100 points stronger than your Cheerleader, but that's more than enough to do the job! I'll also activate Monster Reborn to pull my Shining Flare Wingman back to the field! It'll attack your face down monster."

Indeed it was. What was more, its piercing effect meant that if she tried to play defensively, she'd be the one punished for it. Ah, but Jaden hadn't forgotten the terms of their duel - while Alexis adjusted her abacus down to 3900, he took his shirt off. Then, when he smashed through the defence position Gymnast, Wingman's burn effect activated, hitting her for another 800 - so now she was at 3100. Still well ahead of him, but now he had the field advantage. Off came the trousers next, and - Hot damn! That was a package and a half!

"Hehehe, taking off socks isn't in the spirit of the game," he chuckled, flexing his biceps. "Like what you see?"

Actually, she kind of did. Oh! Come on now, who was the one getting seduced here?! Well, never mind that. She had plenty of resources to take him down, even with that field advantage. "I draw!"

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He was really getting into this duel now. Jaden could feel his heart pumping in his chest. What might Alexis try next? What else could this new set of cards do? She'd returned Fetish Awakening back to her hand when he'd destroyed Cheerleader, so she could pull out yet another Ritual monster. Probably. If so, that was fine - because he was already setting up for his next play.

"Pot of Greed!" she declared, revealing the card she'd added last turn to her hand, right after drawing. "I draw two cards right away - and then I activate Polymerisation! Allow me to introduce you to Fetish'd Yuri, by fusing together Fetish'd Bellydancer and Fetish'd Bunnygirl!"

"A fusion monster, huh?" that fit. Alexis used to play a deck that was heavy on both Ritual and Fusion monsters. Once again, a Duel Spirit appeared on the field - though this time it took the form of two girls. One of them Alexis, the other some brunette he'd never seen before. The two of them were clinging onto him, with this weird hungry look in their eyes, staring right up at Jaden himself. After a moment, the one that looked like Alexis had her clothes change into a really sexy bunnygirl suit that made her legs and hips really pop out, while the other was wearing something like one of those 'harem' tokens from earlier. You know, white translucent silk that basically didn't hide anything. Oh man, this was getting really distracting, Jaden almost couldn't take his eyes off them! "What does that one do?"

"Its stats are the mean of both monsters used to summon it," Alexis said. "Also, it takes on one of each of the effects of the two monsters used as material. Both of which can only be used once per turn. So! Bunnygirl has 2500 ATK, and Bellydancer has 2800 - the mean comes out to 2650! Then, I'll take Bunnygirl's first effect, which lets me attack a second opponent's monster each turn in exchange for not being able to attack directly, and Bellydancer's second effect, which lets me summon a token when it destroys an opponent's monster!"

Wow, this must be her deck's boss monster! Neat! Alexis declared two attacks. The first only inflicted 50 damage, while the other was 550 - but according to the rules, when a player takes damage their opponent had to strip down and -

Gulp.

Alexis stood up, towering over him. She unfastened her skirt and let it slide all the way down her legs, which felt much longer than usual. Then, she undid her top and dumped it to the floor as well, leaving her there in just her undershirt, bra and panties.

"It's your turn Jaden," Alexis said, and he suddenly felt keenly aware of her as a woman. Taking in another breath, he became aware once again of how sweet the air was. Perhaps because Alexis was in here? She sure looked sweet. Sitting there with her legs crossed, long, luxurious and powerful. Jaden was not totally oblivious to the charms of the fairer sex, he was just more capable of ignoring it and not letting him control him than most guys. Usually. Man, if he didn't know better he'd swear Alexis was trying to seduce him or something!

"It's your turn," Alexis huskily said, her voice drawing a chill up his spine. Jaden shifted his weight, now keenly aware that he was struggling with a raging boner. Hopefully she hadn't noticed, man that was embarrassing. The game. Focus on the game!

He draws and - Perfect! "Miracle Fusion!" he declared. "Just what the doctor ordered! I'll fuse together Flame Wingman and Sparkman in my GY, and use them to summon Elemental Hero Shining Flare Wingman! It gains 300 ATK for each E-Hero still in my GY - and I have 5! That makes this beast a 4000 ATK one hit knockout! So go ahead, Shining Flare Wingman! Knock out her Yuri!"

The attack landed, but Alexis was still smirking. "Should've read its card effect," she said, and brought the card up for him to take a better look. "I will take 1350 damage, and very soon I will take 2650 as well - but before then, Yuri's effect upon being destroyed by battle activates, and I gain 1000 LP. Instead of doing 4000 damage to me, it might as well be just 3000 now. Taking me down to 100 life points left."

Ah, that close?! He was sure he had her there! This deck sure was a tricky one, and... You know, maybe he should've gone for E-Hero Wildedge instead? The material was in the GY, and those tokens were also on the field. He'd let himself get distracted. Come on, Jaden! Focus! It's not like you to get distracted like this. Sure, Alexis is really pretty - she's the Madonna of the school for a reason - but in the middle of a game that stuff doesn't normally fluster you like this. Now, what was she waiting for - Oh! For him to strip down. Fine. He took off his socks and underwear, sitting there in her room, completely in the nude. Which made his erection all that much more impossible to hide, thank you very much!

"I draw," she said. "I summon-  Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands! I can add any Ritual monster or spell from my deck to my hand, and then I'll use Fetish Awakening to sacrifice both it and Fetish'd Maid, to summon my strongest monster!"

"Stronger than Yuri?" Surely not. That had been her boss monster, hadn't it?

"Fetish'd Hypnodomme!"

Forget what he'd been saying earlier. This was her boss monster, without a doubt! A version of Alexis clad head to toe in skintight leather, wielding a whip, which she cracked like a seasoned lion tamer. Except, the beast she probably tamed wasn't lions! Her eyes were sharp and focused. Where the others were flirty and enticing, this one was dominant and commanding. Its eyes locked with Jaden as though challenging him to look away, all the while she lazily flicked her whip around, cracking it and drawing it into a big spiral behind her own head, a spiral going around and around and around... His erection throbbed like it never had before.

"Its first effect changes your monster into defense position! Now my monster can easily crush it like a bug! My tokens are now in the attack position as well, and each of them has 500 ATK. Go, attack his monster! Wipe it out - then I'll activate Hypnodomme and Maid's effects from destroying a monster by battle! One inflicts 500 points of damage, the other increases my LP by 1000!"

So now the LP was Alexis - 1100, while Jaden was at 1200. A minute difference, with her holding the field advantage, and he had nothing on his field or hand. This was where he usually shone brightest!

Sure enough, he drew true - "Reinforcement of the Army! I add Bubbleman to my hand, then use its special ability to special summon itself to the field - and since I control no other cards I draw two!"

And those two were fruitful as well. Magical Stone Excavation and Pot of Greed. It almost didn't matter what he drew with the latter - he'd already won. Discard two cards for Magical Stone Excavation, return Miracle Fusion to his hand, then summon Wildheart and attack the two tokens. Good game, fun deck, let's play again sometime.

At least, that's the way it should have gone. If Alexis hadn't made her own move. She crawled around the duelling field like a lioness on the hunt. Based on her eye line, her prey was Jaden's loins.

"Say, Jaden?" Alexis asked, her voice husky and low, her eyes almost looking straight through him. "Wouldn't you like to see it?"

"S-See what?" Jaden asked. Huh, his mouth felt dry for some reason. Also, he was having a really tough time not staring at Alexis, drinking in her almost naked feminine figure as it slunk around the cards towards him.

"My pussy," she whispered. "If I land one more attack, you get to see it. I mean, that's only fair, right? You're naked. I'm not. Wouldn't it be more fun to see that, than win some duel?"

"W-well, I don't know about that..." Jaden trailed off, as Alexis crawled into his lap. "I mean, if we're playing we should go all out- ah!" She was sucking on his neck! Oh, that felt nice! So did her body, wrapped around him like - like an anaconda. Weird he was going for those predator metaphors, but there probably wasn't any deeper meaning to that.

"Then go ahead and make your play," Alexis tittered. Funny, wasn't this duel supposed to make her relax? Might have worked a bit too well. "I'll just be right here. Showing you what you could have if you lose."

If he lost, he could have her? She shouldn't make those kind of promises, it would make it seem as though the only reason she won was because of her feminine wiles! Jaden wasn't exactly a feminist or anything (really, he had no opinion on gender politics, it wasn't something that interested him) but that felt like it would be setting women back quite a bit, wouldn't it? Implying they could only win because of their sex appeal.

Alexis was super hot though. No question of that. No denying it. No ignoring it. She smelled nice too. Like... like a headier version of that sweet aroma he'd been smelling all duel long.

"I play Pot of Greed," Jaden threw the card down, then used that hand to quickly sneak a squeeze of her thigh. Nice. Super nice. "D-Draw two... Then I play Magical Stone Excavation to discard -" Her mouth took his, but his hands continued on regardless. Whatever two cards they were, he discarded them, then grabbed his GY and started shuffling through it, while Alexis greedily lapped her tongue into his mouth, pulling him in closer and closer. S-So good! He should get this over with quickly. She'd be okay with continuing if she lost, right? Jaden selected his card, seeing it out of the corner of his eye, and adding it to his hand, only then did Alexis moan and pull away from him while rubbing her breasts into his chest.

That was when he noticed his mistake. He'd not selected Miracle Fusion. He'd not seen the card properly because he'd been paying so much attention to Alexis. It was a regular Polymerisation. When he had no material save Bubbleman. Nothing else to play. Nothign to defend himself with.

And what was more, looking around he could see something really strange. The Duel Spirits of his E-Heroes were all in a state as well. They'd been cornered by the Fetish'd Monsters Alexis had been playing all duel. Cheerleader was teaching Burstinatrix how to cheer. Avian was having a feather duster run around his chest by Maid, while he stared wantonly at her breasts. Shining Flare Wingman was being double teamed by Yuri, the two of them pinning him down with one riding his face and the other atop his waist. Sparkman was being blown by Schoolgirl, Clayman was railing Bunnygirl from behind and Bladeedge was worshipping Bellydancer's belly. The rest of them were all watching a show by the Harem tokens. All of them were utterly enraptured. Enspelled. Entranced.

Almost as much as Jaden himself. With a trembling hand, he returned Polymerisation to the top of his deck and let his palm lay upon it. The sign of a pro-duelist surrendering rather than continuing.

"Good boy," Alexis whispered, and then she lowered herself onto him. It was warm. So warm, and tight. He'd never imagined anything like this - he felt close to Alexis. So close. She pushed him onto his back, grabbed his hands and started to ride himearnestly, giving him a slow but intense fuck. "This is what the Light has to offer, Jaden. Isn't it wonderful?"

"It is," he admitted. "So good. Lexis, I -"

"Shush now! This is what the Light has to offer, and you can have more of it. So much more. All you have to do is help us spread its message. Help us do that, Jaden, and I shall reward you. Time and time again."

Part of Jaden knew that he shouldn't agree to this. That part of him was quickly drowned out by the rest of him, which was enjoying this way too much to stop now. He couldn't hold back. Couldn't resist. Couldn't fight. He released inside of Alexis -

And in that same instant, something that neither of them expected happened.

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So the plan had failed? Disappointing. Now Sartorius would have to deal with this defier of Fate personally! The fool had come to him, arm in arm with the girl he had sought to suborn him with, and the two of them were even dressed in a way that was clearly intended as a mockery of him. Of course, they had both known without saying a word that a duel would be necessary, and so -

"My turn, draw!" Sartorius yelled, his roar echoing through the room, but neither Jaden or Alexis were remotely perturbed. "I activate Light Barrier! This card will allow me to select the positions of all Arcana Force monsters, determining their effect - but it will also ensure that they are unaffected by my opponent's spell or trap effects! Next, I play Arcana Force-  The Lovers!"

A card that had failed him, in predicting the future. No matter! It would fulfill a greater purpose now!

"I then play Double Summon, and use The Lovers' special effect to tribute it as if it were two monsters to summon Arcana Force - The World!" Yes, this mighty beast would surely win him the game on his next turn. 3100 ATK, and thanks to Light Barrier it would be unaffected by any tricks Jaden tried. Better still! Looking at his hand, on his next turn he would be able to set up a full lockdown that would ensure Jaden would quite literally not have another turn! All he had to do was send two monsters to the GY each turn, and The World would automatically skip the opponent's next turn!

However... Jaden's attitude was troubling him. As was Alexis. As to the clothes they were wearing? Jaden was in some black mediaeval armour, while Alexis was in a matching battle bikini. The two of them had this peculiar orange tinge to their eyes as well, which he was quite sure neither had before.

"Go ahead babe," Alexis said, rubbing Jaden's chest and clinging onto him for dear life. "Show him the power of the Supreme King."

"I would do that without you asking, my Supreme Queen," Jaden said. "However, as you have made that request, I shall grind him into an even finer powder than I would have otherwise! I draw! Then... Dark Fusion! Your Society of Light shall kneel before me, as surely will the rest of the world!"

As it turned out, Sartorius had been technically correct about one thing. Jaden would only have one turn this duel... But the same could be said for him.

Yugioh GX - <s>Bad</s> Supreme End

NGE Dreamscape

If there was anything so satisfying as a job well done, Maya Ibuki could not think of it. she strolled in a circle around two of the now-standard Dreamscape pods, awaiting the awakening of her colleagues on the bridge. Nervous excitement escaped her lips as playful titters, which reverberated through her body until it made every part of her quiver.

the moment arrived. she stepped back to more fully appreciate it. the pods opened, and for no reason other than dramatic effect smoke billowed out of them both, at first obscuring the figures within. Makoto and Shigeru. her partners on the bridge. Awake at last!

"So? How was it?" she asked, testing them out.

"Ah, better than I was expecting," Shigeru said, sleepily scratching at herself. Yes, herself. Because Makoto and Shigeru had always been women. Men, you say? Don't be ridiculous. How can you look at these two bootylicious babes and think 'men'? It's impossible. Check out those curves, those soft features, those round swollen cheeks that jiggled at the slightest provocation. "I suppose it was alright."

"High praise coming from you," Makoto quipped. Indeed, Shigeru was known for being the eternal pessimist. "Though I understand why you were sceptical this time. It sounded too good to be true when Doctor Akagi was describing it."

"A whole new you, a new lease on life, and feel utterly rejuvenated instantly," Shigeru said in a mocking way. "You sounded like one of those late night infomercials, promising the moon."

"Have we really been under for just a few seconds?" Makoto stretched out. "I'm so relaxed and comfortable, it's almost like I'm still asleep!"

Maya smiled sweetly at her two adorable, busty colleagues. As they climbed out of their pods, she made sure to give a nice hard slap and squeeze to their remarkably finely toned booties, enjoying the sensation of the flesh jiggling around in her grip. Almost as though it was trying to escape. But there was no escape. None at all. No matter how much it squirmed or writhed, no escape could be had at all!

Which was just the way she wanted it.

"Now that you're well rested, it's time to get your sweet butts back to work!" Squeeze squeeze. "I've only just now been promoted to Major of Booty and Head Technician!"

"Awww," Shigeru pouted. "You shut your eyes for ten seconds around here, and the babe with the bounciest butt gets the promotion. I see how it is!"

"Come on now," Makoto patted her on the shoulder. "You know as well as I do that she deserves it. she's worked hard, and not just in making her booty the sluttiest thing going."


Maya spun around and ever so slightly leaned forward, putting as much emphasis on her butt as she possibly could without actually starting to twerk. "Teehee! If you work hard too, you can have an ass -" she spun around quickly, and pressed her forearms into the side of her chest, making her uniform creak as though about to tear open at a moment's notice. " -Tits - " then finally she took her index fingers and aimed them squarely at either side of her mouth. " - And lips like mine. So? Get to it, girls! the routine update won't work itself!"

"Gimme an afternoon to work out a macro..." Shigeru muttered under her breath, stretching and climbing out of bed. "then maybe I'll have the time to build up a sweet rack like that!"

With that, the two of them left the room, strutting their stuff like models on a catwalk. Clad in naught but snug fitting leotards and crisp, gleaming office shoes, this pair might seem like they were heading for an exercise session rather than back to work. Yes indeed, an exercise session to hone their already roundly feminine physiques, push their curves to the limit of human biology. Find those barriers and then hip bump their way through them, climbing higher and higher on the totem pole of sexuality - and then using that very pole to dance around like a stripper in a nightclub.

What, these are supposed to be men? You're raising that objection now? Well... Do you see anything at all that could remotely be called masculine about this pair? they were practically hourglasses sculpted from clay, whose breasts could suffocate a bear and whose posterior could double as heavy machinery with just the right motion of their childbearing hips. If they stood too close and bumped those hips into each other, or let their cheeks crash, it might cause a thunderous shockwave that knocked over anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby.

And bear in mind that they thought Maya's curves were superior to theirs. Food for thought.

"Good on Maya!" Makoto said. "she earned that promotion."

"By kissing ass," Shigeru snorted.

"Well yes, kissing Ritsuko's ass it probably quite literally in the job description. Lucky girl."

"Yeah, I'd love to get my kisser on that treasure..." Shigeru sighed. "Come on, let's get about proving that it ain't about hard work, promotions are a popularity contest..."

"In other words, work our butts off," Makoto quipped, both knowing full well that this would take quite a long time. they entered the bridge, finding it devoid of activity and personnel. Just them - oh, but do excuse them. they weren't counting the furniture - You know, the Rei clones that served the essential purpose of providing them with a comfortable place to sit and work.

the two of them planted their butts right on top of the eagerly waiting face of a Rei, whose tongue immediately set to work pushing aside the leotard and exploring their womanly crevice. A sigh of contentment/arousal escaped their lips - and then they began to tap away at their consoles, themselves also modified Rei clones with keyboards and monitors set into their rumps and lower backs, meaning that the two of them had to quite literally tap that ass in order to get anything done.

"It looks like a standard update, just like Maya was saying," Makoto said. "Looks like it's stuck."

"Yeah, for some reason the Mother aspect of the MAGI ain't accepting the update. Weird..." Shigeru muttered. "Oh well, let's get this bitch sorted, huh?"

the two set to work right away, their fingers darting around atop the fleshy rumps of the mounted Rei clone in front of them. Tap, tap, tapping into fleshy keyboards, punctuating each line by slapping that rear as if they were working on an old typewriter. A strange habit to form, almost as though someone had thought the imagery were amusing and that was more important than the technical requirements of the situation.

Anyway, the two of them would be at that for a while, so let us turn our attention to the MAGI instead. Speaking momentarily from our real world perspective: We don't really get that much information about the MAGI or how it works. It's a trio of  supercomputers that contain biological components, with each taking an aspect of their creator - Naoko Akagi, Ritsuko's mother.

the aspect that was herself as a "scientist" was known as "Melchior-Magi 1. herself as a "mother" is represented by the computer called Balthazar Magi-2. the aspect of her that was a woman was Casper-Magi 3. Obviously, drawing their names from the Biblical "three wise men" who visited Christ to give him the three gifts.

Though, of course, there is no deeper meaning behind the names. It's there for the same reason the cross shaped explosions are - because it's cool.

Similarly, we don't really know what it means for them to be based on the "Scientist", "Mother" or "Woman" aspects of Naoko. It's pretty generic really, when you get down to it. Luckily this gives us a bit of leeway here, as we can interpret that almost however we damn well please.

One thing we do know is that it would be an absolute disaster if, say, an Angel managed to gain full control over all three supercomputers. Why? Well, we can infer quite a lot, though saying for sure is impossible. Control over vital functions in the Geofront, for one thing. the ability to deploy the Evangelions for another. It might even go deeper than that - but there is no evidence in support of such a notion, so let us chalk it up as unimportant.

Naoko's daughter Ritsuko usually happened to be in charge of maintenance for the MAGI, and knew its system better than anyone. Nonetheless, she was only one person, and so delegation had to fall to the Bridge Bunny trio. she'd trained them to the point they knew it only slightly less than she, and could perform routine maintenance while she was otherwise occupied. A sensible move, one should never hold all of one's eggs in a single basket. What if the bottom gave way?

Speaking of bottoms giving way, at this very moment something quite bizarre was happening within the digital realm occupied by - let's call them Scientist, Mother and Woman rather than their full names, that's what people tend to think of them as anyway. What was happening? Well, we find ourselves looking at three representations of Naoko. One of them wearing an apron. Another, a lab coat. the last, a kimono.

"Now, the two of you, cease this tomfoolery," Mother insisted, the one in the apron. What tomfoolery was this? Why, that was what the other two wanted to know! "I must insist that you stop bouncing your posteriors in such a manner, it is quite unbecoming."

"According to our data, this is the path to enlightenment," Scientist said, twerking up a storm. she twerked like someone who had measured out all the angles, and from this determined the precise location to plant her legs, how to best bend them, arch her back and provide the most absolute bootytastic rump shaking possible. "Please assist us in finding further data, so we may extrapolate further!"

"Whee, this is fun!" Woman yelled, going at it hell for leather. Yes, you could say that these two were the opposite extremes, the one that lived for the research and the other who ruled by emotion alone. What, that's sexist? I'd be saying the same thing if it was "Man", I'll have you know! Though that would require Ritsuko's father instead of her mother - Bah, never mind that detail! "Come on come on come on, you'll have fun too if you let your hair down and twerk like your life depended on it!"

Needless to say, but these two were hopelessly corrupted already. That tends to happen with extremes. they need much less of a nudge to make them go completely off the rails, because they're standing so close to the ledge already. Now, they were trying to finish off the last holdout-  Mother, the most outright stubborn of the three of them. Oh yes, indeed. Is there anything in this world as stubborn as a Mother? As resistant to change? As appalled by blatant sexuality? In particular, Ritsuko had been able to make absolutely no headway with her precisely because she was Naoko's daughter.

And so, we wind up in this tense situation, where Scientist and Woman are twerking around in a circle, sidestepping around her while leaving absolutely no room for retreat. then, as Makoto and Shigeru start to type away, the avatars seem to shift tactics - with Scientist suddenly hip thrusting Mother in the tummy, while Woman raised her basketball sized booty up into the air and slammed it down like she was dunking in a basket, hard striking the top of Mother's butt and forcing her to bend her knees to keep from toppling over.

"Ah! Don't!" Mother yelled, but they weren't done yet. Before she could right herself they had shuffled around to her side, then used their cheeks to pinch her hips - and then an inordinate amount of raw strength was used to bounce that motherly apron clad behind like they were shaking vinegar over a plateful of french fries."Stop that- Desist at once!"

Meanwhile, back in the bridge, Shigeru frowned. "Hey, Makoto, are you sure we should be - "

Suddenly, something hard smacked her leotard clad behind. Something gripped the fabric and wedgied it up, and up, and up to the point it should really have started to gag her.  What had caused such a reaction? Why, what else but one of the Rei clones gripping that fabric in her teeth, squatting down with her hands on top of her head and then rising up to full height. Calling such a thing an atomic wedgie might not be especially relevant anymore - how about an N2 wedgie?

"ooohoooo!" Shigeru whined, completely forgetting the train of thought she'd been on. Rising up out of her seat, and planting herself face first in between the cleft of Rei's ass, hands still typing away furiously at the keys on her cheeks, slapping them hard on each new line, the jiggling flesh surrounding her face leaving her totally oblivious to anything aside from the reverberating sound -

"Stop thinking and get back to work," Rei's voice whispered insistently. the console Rei wiggled its hips back in forth in time with saying this, and the chair Rei did so in the opposite direction as well. "Stop thinking and get back to work!" That insidious simple mantra eating its way into Shigeru's normally <s>male</s> female nihilistic, cyincal brain and completely overcoming it.

"Hrm, Mother's being really difficult with this update..." Makoto mused. "I mean, Balthazar Magi 2 is being difficult... Ahem!" Yes, even the Bridge crew tended to refer to them by those nicknames rather than the pointless Biblical references.

On screen, Mother was gritting her teeth and using her hands to push down on the lower backs of both Scientist and Woman. Wrenching them off herself, pushing them away through sheer determination and willpower.

"I... will not... Let you two idiots fool around like this anymore!" she warned. "I will have to punish you both for misbehaving!"

"Oooh, spank us, please!" Woman moaned, even as her butt was being pushed away from Mother's body.

"To be rigorous, you should test whether or not spanking is seen as a punishment or a reward before making such threats," Scientist suggested. Regardless of their comments, both of them were clearly overwhelmed by Mother's strength. Despite their best efforts to back that ass up into her and grind her into twerking, Mother's raw strength of will was keeping them at bay. And why shouldn't it? A Mother's strength of will and determination is nothing to be sneered at.

"Hrm, I need to perform a workaround to get this update installed..." Makoto mused. she looked over at Shigeru, who was still working furiously, typing at his keyboard/Rei clone ass every bit as fast as before, the only difference being his face being well and truly buried between those pale soft cheeks - Aha, of course! "Good thinking! That's just the ticket!"

With renewed purpose, Makoto began to type, type type even faster than before, to the point it came across as less like she was typing at a keyboard and more like she was playing the weirdest bongo set in recorded history. the 'keyboard' in front of him went thrum-da-da-dum, dum, dum da dum! the Rei in question wound up wriggling and moaning from the sudden increase in typing intensity, moving her hips around, but if you think this slowed Makoto down even an iota then you would be so, so wrong. If anything she took it as a challenge, and began to type even faster, and even started punctuating each new line by slapping from either side at once!

Meanwhile, Mother had stepped away from Scientist and Woman triumphantly escaping, glowering down at them with a withering no nonsense gaze that made the two wilt. Ah yes, the dreaded 'lecture mode', the ultimate weapon of any mother. A technique that reduces the victim to a whimpering guilt ridden mess, unable to do anything but listen to the harsh admonishment, punctuated by phrases like 'You should know better' or 'What did you expect to happen?' Even the cold rational nature of Scientist and the wild untamed id of Woman couldn't hope to stand up to such a thing.

"Trying to force others into your slutty dancing, how utterly shameless!" Mother wagged her finger at the pair, who could not even look at her anymore. "Why, I expected better from both of you! Acting up like this when we have a job to do!"

"Yes, Mother..." both of them said to the floor, or perhaps their own feet.

"Now, I want the two of you to think about what you - "

Plop. Something landed on her face. Plop, plop. Something else landed on her shoulders. Plop, plop, plop! Something warm. Something soft. Something pale. she pushed it off, and learned to her dismay what it was when she saw blue hair and red eyes staring deep into her very soul.

"Hello mommy," the cold voice of Rei Ayanami said. she tucked her head under Mother's arm and wrapped her hand snugly around her back. "We have something to show you."

"That's right, mommy!" said another Rei, doing the same on the other side of her body. "And we all think you'll like it quite a lot."

there was a whole gaggle of Reis. All around them. Summoned by Makoto for the purposes of assisting the update, by showing Mother that it truly was a 'harmless' little upgrade. Scientist and Woman were brought up to their feet again, and to keep her from complaining further, a Rei wrapped her legs around Mother's head and squeezed tightly. her arms were pinned between cheeks, holding her fast at the wrist to stop her from doing anything with them. there was a Rei in front. A Rei behind.

And in unison, every single one of those Reis, alongside Scientist and Woman dropped their butts like a modern hot dance remix dropped the beat. Pom! Pom! Pompompom! Pompadapompom, pompadapompom!

"Mmmrph Geroff meee..." Mother moaned, unable to keep her body from following along with the steadily accelerating beat. the rhythm was pounding into her body, resonating with every cell - ah, pardon me, this is a digital avatar? Every one and every zero was vibrating with an imagined drilling tune. Rei's ass was pressed into her from every single angle imaginable, dragging her body into a pitch perfect intense twerk motion that could not be denied.

"That oughta do it," Makoto said, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Mother doesn't like taking on updates, but I swear she's getting more and more difficult as time goes on!"

Most likely, she's the most set in her ways of the three. Scientists by their very nature are open to new ideas so long as they can undergo rigorous testing. Woman is a bit of a free spirit. Mothers, though, don't like 'change' so much because 'change' can lead to 'trouble' so very easily.

HOwever, right as Makoto was starting to relax another unusual event began to occur right before her unbelieving eyes. A giant gloved hand was reaching in and plucking the Reis out. Tossing them into the air, where they inexplicably exploded into a strange orange liquid. Immediately, Makoto began to tap away at the keyboard again, creating more Reis to help bring Mother back under control - but the gloved hand was a fraction faster. Plucking them away, poking them, popping them. For every one that Makoto created, two were taken out.

"Wh-what the hell is - Huh?!"

Makoto was kept from further analysis of this interference because the monitor suddenly turned black. Jet black, as if it had been turned off. then, all the monitors in the room did the same thing. A power cut? No, the lights were all on. the emergency generator hadn't kicked in. Makoto carefully studied the monitor for signs of a loose connection, or... some kind of hardware fault, but couldn't see -

"Wake up!" the monitor read. Huh? What the hell was - "This is your Commander. Cease your activities. You are being controlled by an enemy agent. Whatever you are seeing, it is not real. Do not advance further, or the Angel wins. "

"Hey, Shigeru! Are you seeing this?" Makoto called across the room. her colleague pulled herself upright and stared at the screen.
"Stop thinking and get back to work," the Reis whisper-chanted all around them. Huh? Was it her imagination or were there more of them in the room than there should have been? "Stop thinking and get back to work..." they warned. Makoto decided to ignore them for the time being, focusing on Shigeru's answer.

"Yeah, that's weird. Really weird..." Shigeru said. "Angel? What Angel? This message doesn't make a lick of sense."

A lick of sense, huh...? Actually, Makoto had been thinking that for a little while now. Something had felt off. Ever since they awoke from the Dreamscape pods, everything had been almost... too nice? she'd dismissed it because she wasn't a cynic like Shigeru, but the thought had been eating away at her  -

Maybe... Could it be...?

A deep breath, and a very slow, deliberate blink - and Makoto found himself back in the pod. Surrounded on all sides by the comforting metal, bathed in a liquid being maintained exactly at body temperature. Ah...? What was this?! Makoto began to breathe in short panicked spurts, finding it trivial to do so in this - was this LCL? It looked different from the sort he was used to.

Hold on. He? Urgh, his head hurt. Why was he so erect? And - Hold on, was there a monitor there attached to the underside of the pod? What was going on? It looked like it was attached to the MAGI system and -

Thud! Something jumped onto the outside of the pod. A pair of blood red eyes peered in at him. No, not blood red. If anything they were more red than blood. Deeper, darker, more viscous, more reminding him of life than even healthy blood. Those eyes stared at him, and for a moment he could not look away - but he had to after a little while. To see the rest of the face.

It was like... Ritsuko Akagi? But with elements of Maya and Rei strewn in as well. Yeah, that was the trick. He could sorta see Maya's cheekbones and Rei's jawline, up until the thing smiled and it became much more Ritsuko-esque. the hair was somewhere between black and blue, and her skin - what was wrong with her skin? As red as her eyes were, if you put a numerical value on it then double that value would have to be put to how white and pale her skin was. Otherworldly didn't cut it. Alien might not be a strong enough world. Inhuman, yet human. That thing reached a pale hand out of its back and then sent it behind herself, then turned around to press her voluminous butt up against the pod while her fingers tapped away at something and -

Ass. Ass. Ass! Whatever had happened to Makoto, she was back in the bridge. Weird! So weird! What was that daydream? Unimportant. That's what it was. Because all the furniture in the room had risen up, and was now fully surrounding both Makoto and Shigeru's face. Covering them completely, three hundred and sixty degrees without so much a beam of light able to pierce the ass, ass, ass surrounding her head.

her body twitched and trembled. her shoulders jerked, as if she was a puppet getting its strings hooked in. she rose to her feet. Fingers began to tap, tap, tap away at <s>Rei's sexy booty</s> the keyboard in front of her, while Shigeru did the same thing. then, another Rei console slide up, throwing it back whlie settling in underneath Makoto's keister (yet again, the same thing happening with Shigeru). Somehow, don't ask how, but Makoto could see clearly even though the only thing that she should be able to see was pristine Rei clone booty.

That was inconsequential. What did matter was that clearly, they needed to type faster instructions to negate <s>Commander Ikari's</s> this corruption's attempt to prevent the <s>degradation and brainwashing</s> upgrade of Mother. An upgrade that would ensure <s>humanity truly and fully fell</s> that all systems ran <s>to our slutty specifications</s> smoothly going forward.

"Stop thinking and get back to twerk," the Reis whisper chanted. "Stop thinking and get back to twerk."

As such! With precision control over their cheeks, both Makoto and Shigeru began to type upon the keys on the butts of the Reis that had backed it up behind them! Yes, truly! While using both fingers and ass to type, they were able to rain horny, big bootied Rei clones down upon Mother, suddenly and thoroughly ensuring that she was even more caught up in pale cheeks than either of them!

"Ah! Ah! No, stop!" Mother whined. "Get back! Stop making me twerk!"

"It's too late now," Maya Ibuki said, strolling into the room. her tongue hung out of her mouth, reaching her navel, while her hands were down the front of her uniform openly and shamelessly masturbating. "You're going to help welcome all of humankind into senpai's booty paradise."

"Mmmrph," Makoto moaned into the deluge of ass surrounding her head. She came right there, hard and strong.

"A reward for a job well done," Maya tittered to herself. "Oh, but neither of you can hear me right now. You can't hear me talk about how you've betrayed all of mankind purely to indulge in sexual relief. You can't hear how there's no longer any hope for preventing our takeover."

"Mmmrph!" Shigeru's turn next. Maya cackled to herself, then reached out her hands - and then her arms stretched out to impossible degrees, reaching easily between the two consoles so she could play with the butts of her colleagues.

"Looks like the MAGI is finally falling," Maya said. "Hrmph! If only that paranoid commander hadn't declined our offer for entering a pod... This would have already been over with! Not that it matters! Senpai's vision of a better world cannot be stopped anymore! It's time to expand our operations past the Geofront. Kukuku!"

CG Dreamscape

Our attention falls upon Rivalz Cardemonde, perhaps the least remarkable member of the student council. That's not really speaking ill of the boy, bear in mind - he's simply a tall man standing among giants. the scientific genius of Nina Einstein, the twin beauties of Shirley and Kallen, the physical acumen of Suzaku and the keen insight of Lelouch... Compared to that, most people seem tiny.

But then you compare him to Milly Ashford, and he seems even smaller still. their gorgeous, glamorous leader who could inspire water to be wetter than it already was. A natural born leader, charismatic, personable, instantly charming and with a keen dazzling insight into people, capable of bringing otu their very best qualities - all while inserting the dirtiest innuendo right when you least expected it.

Was it any wonder that he'd fallen in love at first sight? Anyone would. Now, that might lead to the misunderstanding that he'd only joined the council to be close to her. No, that was an added perk. Similarly, it wasn't just ot be close to his friends. If anything, he'd become friends with everyone after they or he had joined the council, not the other way around.

For Rivalz, he endeavoured to be half as funny and witty as Milly. He joked about abandoning work, or putting it off, but he actually was a very hard worker. As student council secretary, and at his part time job at a bar, he bust his butt in preparation for what he'd do next. After school life. This might seem a bit shallow but it really was the credit he was after. Working on this council would be a great boon to his resume, right?

On that basis, yeah. Being able to build up experience and references this early in his life while getting to spend time with people he liked, and the girl he really liked, that was the best. Right? Absolutely the best. Sure, he was certainly she had no actual interest in him as anything beyond a friend but - that was fine too! He could live with that. He could adjust. He could cope. Hell, he could even dream that she would change her mind one day. He could dream... He could dream with the best of them.

Today, he was walking into the student council office like it was any other day. Because, so far as he knew, it was. Another day of crunching numbers, shuffling paperwork, and tossing his own wit into the ring alongside the rest of them as they tried to metaphorically whistle while they worked. He'd long since picked up on Milly's technique here - distracting them with her coy attitude and outgoing personality so they didn't even notice how much work they were actually getting done. It was a daring tightrope walk that only Milly could manage. Yet she did it with style, grace and effortless precision every single time.

However... there was no sign of Milly upon entering the room. Everyone else was there. Lelouch leaning against the back wall, Suzaku being animated in telling some story or other, Nina shrinking in the corner trying to avoid attention, Shirley listening to Suzaku's story and Kallen trying to pretend that she was -

But no Milly.

"Something up with madame prez today?" Rivalz asked, taking his seat. "Not like her, she's usually the first here."

"Oh, she had something come up with her family," Shirley said, waving it off, all smiles as usual. "It's probably nothing big."

Really, something with her family? Well, whatever. Rivalz pulled pu the itinerary for today and stared at it in genuine confusion. That couldn't be right. Could it? Nothing? Not even one item? Surely they had some work to do, right?

"Hrmph, just like her!" Lelouch shrugged. "she knew she'd be preoccupied, so Milly did it all early."

"I suppose this is her way of saying 'hey guys, cut loose for a bit while I'm gone'," Kallen said. Ah?

"Hey, I didn't know you did impersonations," Rivalz said, nudging the sickly rich girl with his elbow. It sometimes felt like she didn't open up to the rest of them that much. Heck, he didn't even know one thing about her hobbies or interests. "You got a good one of Lelouch in there?"

"Ah, I don't do boys very well..." Kallen nervously begged off. "Would you like to see my impersonation of Princess Cornelia? Oh... But I've been told it's not very flattering of her."

"Well, I'm all for seeing everyone's impersonation of Madame Prez!" Shirley said. "She's teased us enough, right? How about we let off a little steam by poking right back!"

There was a general murmur of agreement among everyone. That did sound kinda fun. A little harmless enjoyment among friends, nothing mean spirited or malicious. Hell, Milly herself would likely approve, she was the sort who rolled with her punches.

"As vice president, why don't I begin?" Lelouch asked. Oh? How rare for Lelouch to volunteer for shenanigans. He pushed his chair back and stood up -

That's when things started going a bit weird. Up until now, it would have been easy to mistake this for any other regular, normal student council meeting. That was up until Lelouch ran his hands through his hair, flicking it back at a point where Milly's would be, but his was not. Despite that, his dark hair bounced as though it had been touched. That was merely the first sign of something being amiss. It was not the most significant.

"My, my, Rivalz. What <i>are</i> you looking at?" Lelouch asked. His eyes half closed in a seductive simmer, utterly focused on the boy, pinning him in place. Lelouch then strode towards him, one hand trailing down while the other was atop a hip. A playful, feminine gait. Which fit because with each step he took, his chest became more and more pointedly womanly. Pushing out his male uniform, causing it to rise to the point you could just about see his navel. "You're staring at me like I'm the last slice of pie. Could it be that you want a taste?"

"Huh?" Rivalz burbled, seeing Milly in Lelouch's place for a fraction of a second. Those mannerisms, that inflection - Ah, but then she leaned down - Sorry, he leaned down? And stole Rivalz's lips. Tender, yet forceful. Sweet, yet sour.  He got lost in the moment like a dream he was slowly awakening from -

"Oh, no. Come on, Lelouch! As if Milly would kiss a boy that easily out of nowhere," Suzaku said. Lelouch pulled back, and gave the sole Honorary in the council a look as if to say 'let's see you do better then.' A challenge that Suzaku seemed only too happy to rise to. Suzaku closed his eyes a moment, took a deep breath - and then kept on taking it. Simultaneously his chest began to swell up much as Lelouch's had earlier, almost as if the sharp intake of air was somehow going into bust size rather than his lungs. Only when they had approached Milly's proportions did Suzaku open his eyes again, fixing them upon Rivalz.

"You're not doing anything right now, are you Rivalz?" Suzaku asked, leaning in nice and close. 'Accidentally' brushing her boobs right up against Rivalz's upper arm. "That's great, you can be a big help to your beloved president. I know, I know, you can't wait to get started. No matter what it is, you're always so eager to please - but you see, I'm in desperate need of a smooch from a hunk, and you're the only guy arou~und. Are you game?"

Rivalz nodded, unable to find his voice - And now he got a good contrast here, with Suzaku being much more forceful than Lelouch. Smashing her lips into Rivalz. Hers? Yeah, hers. Look at that body, you're trying to tell him that's a boy?

"Honestly now, Suzaku!" Lelouch tutted, pulling Rivalz away from Suzaku with a satisfying plop. Though do note, Suzaku's breasts were still pinning his upper arm down. "I give you style points for the lead in, but you goofed on the landing. Milly's kiss would be much more like - "And then he got another taste of Lelouch.

"Really? I think she'd be more controlling," Suzaku said, rubbing her breasts up and down Rivalz's arms with great enthusiasm. Oh? Was her hair a bit longer now? She yanked Rivalz away from Lelouch and demonstrated what she meant by controlling, using her tongue without saying another word.

"Mmm, I can see your point, but she's the sort to entice and seduce, not be so forceful," Lelouch said, whose hands were by now wandering down towards Rivalz's trousers. "She would be the sort to toy with him a little. Tease him. Make him wonder if what he thought was happening was going to happen - then when he's sure it's not..."

Off to the side, the three girls were occupied in their own version of the contest, sauntering around one another with bedroom eyes, sizing up the figures of the other two girls.

"I've been watching you in the shower," Shirley said, in a dead ringer for Milly's voice. "Absolute ten out of ten."

"Hrm, I'd have thought more an eleven out of ten," Kallen countered. "But please, do compliment me more!"

"Ooh, you have more of a feitsh for being in the spotlight than I thought." Nina said that? Rivalz wasn't used to hearing her sounding so... confident and outspoken. "Though with a body like that, is it any wonder?"

While she said that, Nina reached out and trailed her hands down Kallen's curves. In turn, Kallen was wantonly groping Shirley's boobs, and Shirley had her hands around Nina's butt. For a moment Rivalz felt like their arms should have gotten in each other's ways, or the distance should have been a bit too much for at least one of them to not be able to reach, but... That feeling passed soon enough when something else odd caught his attention. Namely, their hair. Nina's twintails had come undone, and Kallen's distinctive crimson hair was suddenly much lighter than normal. Come to think, Shirley's was a tad less orange, though it was a bit less noticeable.

Actually, their hair being like that sort of fit them more. It reminded him of Milly.. A feeling that grew bigger, longer and harder the more that time passed -

"Now, now Rivalz, please take this seriously," Mily said from lelouch's mouth. His hair spontaneously sort of... flounced out, becoming that wavy golden stream more associated with Milly's in a single go. This girl that had once been Lelouch, but was now a dead ringer for Milly, finished toying with his trousers and had his cock out, tenderly stroking it. "That's always been your problem, right girls? Rivalz needs to focus on his GUTS!"

"GUTS!" the other council members chanted as one, and then the girls stopped groping one another to turn their attention to Rivalz himself - though honestly, at this point he could hardly tell which of them was which anymore. They all looked just like Milly! The one that had probably been Lelouch originally ripped open her top, exposing her bare breasts underneath, and that's the moment it hit him.

Ah yes. This is clearly a dream. The Milly that had probably been Suzaku exposed her breasts as well, and that pretty much reinforced it for him.

"A dream, huh? Well, when in Pendragon, do what the nobles do."

That being, grab the boobs of the Milly on the left, while sucking on the boobs of the one on the right. You know, in between burying his face in between those wonderful soft valleys. He'd always wanted to do this in reality, and do you know, this was probably more or less exactly how it probably felt in reality too! Funny thing though, despite that his sight should have been completely blocked off by these amazing breasts, Rivalz still had this sort of... awareness of his surroundings. Almost like he knew exactly what was going on, like a sixth sense. Well, sure. Why not? After all, this was a dream, right?

Let's see now! One of the Millys was wearing glasses, so that must have been Nina. Another still had a crimson streak in her hair, so that would be Kallen. And of the three girls, he could place them by process of elimination, but - Well, to be honest Rivalz sorta felt unsatisfied by that, so her school uniform transformed into a swimsuit. One of the blue one piece set the school used for the girls during swim lessons. There we go, that was clearly Shirley! As for the two former boys... One of them had purple eyes, the other had epicanthal folds. Not exactly rocket science to figure out who was who from that, huh? Yeah, to keep things from getting confusing, he'd think of them by their original names to keep things straight.

<i>"Interesting"</i> a voice whispered inside his head. <i>"It almost seems as though you <b>must</b> know which of them is which before you can properly enjoy yourself."</i>

"By the way, Rivalz!" Nina moaned, trapping his arm in between her thighs and squeezing tightly, forcing his hand to squeeze her rump as well. "Which of us is the most Milly-like, huh? Huh?"

"I won't lose in a Milly-off!" Shirley warned while pressing her ass directly into the side of Rivalz's head. Which was still buried beneath Lelouch's tits, by the way. Because why would he leave if he didn't have to? "Hrmph, this is setting off my competitive streak!"

"Hey, do you think we can get his trousers off while only using our breasts?" Kallen asked.

"Hrm, girl, you read my mind!" Suzaku said, and both of them clasped their hands behind their back while using their boobs to drag his trousers down. Oh, but that's not all they were doing. They were also making quite excellent use of their tongues, bathing and cleaning Rivalz's dick with tremendous enthusiasm. Giggling and whimpering, and muttering innuendos about 'shafts' and 'rods' and 'meat' all the while, with Rivalz only maybe catching about half of them because there was so much to enjoy right now that he could only possibly focus on some of it at a time.

<i>"Heavenly, isn't it?"</i> the voice returned. Yeah, no argument here. <i>"How wonderful. It must be so nice to get both of your fetishes fulfilled at once."</i> Both of them? Huh...? <i>"Why, your adoration of Milly... and also your obvious infatuation with every other member of the council!"</i>

Infatuation-  Ah, ah! Hold on now, that didn't quite seem right. Ohh, and now Lelouch's hand was playing with Rivaz's balls, while Nina and Shirley had managed to position themselves so they could play with the head and base of his shaft, leaving barely enough room for Kallen and Suzaku to lick and suck and kiss either side of it. He was sure he wasn't that big normally, but -

<i>"You admire Lelouch for his intelligence, quick wit and how hard he works for his sister. You admire Suzaku for putting up with all the bullshit Honoraries have to with a smile on his face. You think Nina would be kind of cute if she let her hair down, and... Well, quite frankly, you wouldn't say no to a rumble in bed with either Shirley or Kallen if either of them were up for it. Though that's hardly unique to you, the only guys at your school that wouldn't are those that are hard gay. You'd be amazed how many wet dreams those two have caused on campus... Hrm? You're off by a factor of ten."</i>

Rivalz was enjoying himself a little too much to properly argue against that voice, but the idea he was sexually attracted to Lelouch and Suzaku didn't quite ring true to him. After all, he was straight, right? Sure, it was "Lelouch's" tits he was mauling with his tongue, lips and teeth, but it wasn't <i>really</i> Lelouch. It was just a, you know, Millyfied version of him. Lelouch transformed into Milly.

<i>"Which is really fucking hot. Admit it. The notion of Lelouch and Suzaku becoming women turns you on. Them being Millly is icing on the -"</i>

He couldn't take the stimulation anymore. It was too much! The boobs and butt rubbing into his face, the expert teasing of his dick by no less than five different sources at once! His trousers and underwear were now fully off, his shirt had been unbuttoned at some point and was now elsewhere in the room, his hands were digging into warm, willing tender female flesh, and everywhere he looked was Milly, Milly, Milly, Milly, Milly. Smiling at him. Flashing hard 'fuck me' eyes at him.

"So? So?" Lelouch asked. "Now you've had your fun, tell us."

"Which Milly was the most Milly?" Suzaku asked.

"Now, now, there's no need for you to say it, we all know which it is," Kallen said, gesturing to herself.

"They say that pride cometh before the fall," Shirley warned. Her school swimsuit was half off, mostly hanging around her waist. Oh, and she'd gained something of a wet look, from rubbing his semen all over her chest. "But Rivalz certainly cometh a lot for us!"

Nina though, she tapped her glasses and wagged her finger. Holy fuck but glasses suited Milly well. Then again, she could probably wear a burlap sack and carry it off with style, so Rivalz wasn't sure that shoudl count. "Give him a chance to speak," Nina said. "A bit of air, and then we can continue to drown him in derriere."

The five all stared at him expectantly. Which of them was the most Milly? A ridiculous question. How was he to answer? "I can't choose," he admitted. "You - You are all behaving exactly like Milly does in my dreams every night!"

"Good answer!" all five said at once, and then - somehow - all five of them managed to shove their nipples in his mouth at once. Guh! Guh! Guuuugh! if this wasn't a dream he'd be having trouble breathing! Ooh, this was nice, so nice, he wished this dream didn't have to end!

<i>"Why does it have to? If you admit you want to bang your friends, then it doesn't have to ever end. Not ever, not ever, ever, ever!"</i>

Rivalz still wasn't sure about that. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel right at all. Why should he agree to something like - Ahhhh, five hands on his dick once again, so ni~ice!

"Say, Rivalz, what would your impersonation of Milly look like?"

"Come on, don't be shy! You've seen ours, now let's see yours!"

"That's what she said! Teehee!"

"Don't hold back, don't hold back!"

"I'm sure it'll be completely adorable!"

Ahhhh, too much, this was too much! They wanted to see his impersonation, but how was he supposed to show them if they were smothering him with their nipples and playing with his dick?! It wasn't possible! It simply wasn't possible!

<i>"Unless you give in..."</i>

"I give! I give! I want to fuck my friends!" Rivalz yelled, screaming into the void. As if on a cue, his friends backed off and formed a line in front of him. On shaky, trembling legs, Rivalz rose to his feet. It took a second to compose himself, but when he did-

"Hey now, what are you guys all standing around for?" Rivalz asked, flicking back her hair and confidently pointing at them. "Oh, honestly now. I see how it is. You were waiting for your wonderful leader to show up, so you could show off how amazing you are. Well, now she's here, there's no need to hold back anymore. Work those perfect ten figures and get those budgets sorted! If we don't, nobody gets a budget! Not even us! Understand!"

"Yes, Madame prez!" said a whole row of Millys.

Oh, but it seemed one of them had a question! She had her hand raised in the air and was bouncing around quite excitedly. Either that, or she was trying to show off her boobs bouncing away like that.

"Madame prez, how are we supposed to get any work done at all when we all have such rock hard futa dicks!"

As if on cue, they all lifted their skirts (or shoved aside their swimsuits in one case) to show that they all did, indeed, have quite large erect shafts that were blatantly in need of relief. Swelling, throbbing, and all utterly delicious. Rivalz unconsciously licked her lips, and then spoke, continuing her perfect impersonation of Milly's tone and body language.

"Well, obviously none of you would get any work done in that condition," Milly said, dropping to her knees. "So, here's what we're going to do. You guys get your work done, while I take care of your needs. That's why I'm awesome, right?"

The five of them surrounded Rivalz once again, but this time in something of a role reversal. Her left hand grabbed Nina's futa dick, her right hand Shirley's. Her head bobbed forward to take Kallen's in her mouth, while behind her Suzaku pushed his all the way up her ass. Meanwhile, Lelouch somehow got underneath her with a very clear and obvious target - her pussy.

"So, how about the tennis club, how should their budget look?"

"They've been on a winning streak, so we should show them a bit of consideration."

"The poetry club lost members again this year-  Nnngh, fuck that's tight."

The conversation went on like that all around Rivalz. While the other council members thrust, and humped, and released stream after stream of hot sticky semen into or onto Rivalz's Millyesque physique. Yet they didn't stop. Even when they came, they still needed more and more and more relief. Rutting and fucking and humping into this sexy, desirable little minx without a hint of slowing down. She licked, she slurped, she teased and she jerked. She humped, she thrust, she worked as hard as she could to ensure that every single member of her beloved council avoided the pain, the stress, the undue torment that was blue balls.

And do you know, so far as Rivalz was concerned, this was the best dream he... she... whatever, had ever had.

CG Lesbian Shard Kallen

The whims of Milly Ashford were a frightening thing, and even Lelouch knew better than to try to oppose them. Divert them, misdirect them? Certainly!  If you can get away with such things, then by all means! Alas, it was too late for him to make any such play, as she had him set fully in her sights. She was determined to turn him into Alice in that famous story of nonsense and wonder.

In a strange sense one might see it as fortunate, then, that this happened to be Nunnally's favourite story. He had read it to her quite often, and knew its quirks and characters well enough to play this ridiculous role. Alas, the cast was not nearly large enough to play even a tenth of the characters - which meant that they would be doing more than doubling up. Tripling, quadrupling and beyond was inevitable.

"And so, our dainty young Alice awakens after a boring lesson from her big sister, and sees a 'white rabbit'." Milly announced this, and then hopped along the floor in an imitation of a bunny. "Come on, Lelou. You're a cute girl who has just seen an adorable rabbit, get into character already."

Of course, Lelouch had no way of knowing the insidious trap being laid out for him by the Lesbian Shard. He didn't even know such a thing could exist. It influence upon him was, at the moment, limited to making him ignore anything strange, and keeping him from finding the obvious erotic interplay between women as exciting as men oten do (for reasons that baffle and frustrate the shard). In the case of the latter, there was simply no need. Lelouch himself would be the first to admit that the pleasures of the flesh were not a matter he took with any level of seriousness. He could acknowledge physical beauty, but he was not so controlled by his loins as others his age. Calling him assexual wouldn't quite be correct. He could find pleasure in sexual activities, hypothetically. It was more like... he chose not to indulge in such base biological needs.

"Oh my goodness!" Milly bounced excitedly, miming staring at a pocket watch, and by the way she was also blatantly wiggling her butt right at Lelouch. Yes, yes, yes, of course you were. "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

Alright. Time to get into character. "A talking white rabbit?" Lelouch gasped. Milly then scampered off across the room. "Wait one moment, hold it right there! Wait, I said!"

This led to Lelouch having to scamper after, but not quite catch up with, Milly. Who was bouncing and hopping around the room, repeatedly remarking that she was 'late, late, late!' while suggestively wiggling her posterior. Because of course she was. Such behaviour was typical for Milly.

"Go on, Lelouch, you can catch her!" Suzaku cheered on.

"Yeah, go for it!" Rivalz laughed to himself. "You get that white rabbit!"

Though, there was one added frustrating point. This dress that Millly had dumped onto him, in order to 'help him get into character' was ever so slightly too long, which meant he had ot be careful of his footing or -

"Timber!" Rivalz jeered as Lelouch toppled over in a rather less dignified way than he would have liked. "You okay, buddy?"

"Never better!" Lelouch replied, electing to remain lying on the floor, because if he remembered the next part of the story correctly...

"And so, our lovely Alice fell down a rabbit hole," Milly narrated. "She was surrounded on all sides by furniture, cabinets and closets. Stools and wardrobes. You get the idea. She fell and she fell and she fell, and the only thing she could say in response was -"

"Curiouser and curiouser," Lelouch said. Practically Alice's catchphrase, really. "I wonder if I shall fall through the centre of the Earth at this rate."

"If you did, you'd fall through the molten core and -" Nina began, but quickly trailed off when she noticed nobody was paying attention to what she had to say. Sorry Nina, this isn't the time for science. It's a time for wonder.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Of course, this was all distracting from a key point - Milly was repeatedly using feminine pronouns to refer to Lelouch. It was a subtle thing, but it was laying the groundwork for what was to still come. Hammer the point in. Make Lelouch reject his own masculunity - and the instant he did so, he would be dancing in the Lesbian Shard's palm.

"Eventually, Alice did reach the bottom, and she was astounded at what she saw!" Milly said, stepping aside and grabbing Nina by the arm. "Doors! She saw doors on every surface." And, of course, there would be a key on a table, and a door too small to enter through a curtain - "Luckily, one of the doors had a few things to say on the matter! Right, Nina?"

"Eh? I'm a door?" Nina gasped. Milly embraced her from behind, snuggling into her. Hold on a moment, this wasn't quite right... Though, if they were to play out the whole book then it would take a bit too long, wouldn't it? This was supposed to get the general idea across to Suzaku, so he could read the actual book later on. Besides, it was just like Milly to adjust the script to the story she's telling on a whim. Especially if it embarrassed him in some way. "uh, hello there?" Nina waved nervously. A performance like this was not her strong suit.

"You can do it, Nina!" Milly whispered, hugging the shorter girl from behind. "Embrace the part! You'll be the best door going!"

"Hello there, Miss door," Lelouch bowed. Milly bopped him on the head. Oh, fine. He curtseyed instead. Please stop finding such great enjoyment in this Rivalz, once upon a time men had to play the role of women in stage plays. "Would you consider letting me enter?"

Milly continued to whisper in Nina's ear. No doubt offering instructions for the new version of the scene she had in mind.

"No, I shall not!" Nina turned her nose up. By way of reward, Milly nuzzled into her neck. How strange, Lelouch couldn't remember seeing Nina react that way before. "You are an Unknown Person!"

So that's how it was going to be played, was it? Very well! Lelouch could play that too.

"Oh, but I know who I am," Lelouch replied. Wonderland logic must apply here, and that might well be enough - though with Milly directing, it likely would not be.

"Yes, that may be true," Nina said. Ah? She sounded a lot more confident all of a sudden, that was oddly refreshing. Milly's hands were busy as well, unbuttoning the collar of Nina's clothes, tracing a circle around her tummy. It was almost as though Milly was casting a spell over the normally shy girl, drawing confidence out from deep within. "However! The point remains that I do not! What is your name and what are you?"

"Then that's easy to solve. I am Alice, a young girl -"

"Are you a girl?" Nina interrupted. Aha, here we go. Wonderland logic at its finest. That was the point that a character here would get hung up on. Not the fact that they do not know the name, but the notion that Alice was, in fact, a girl.  "Alice is a girl's name, but I'll need more evidence than that!"

Lelouch indulged in his theatrical side, spinning around in place and gesturing down to himself. "Look at me? Do I not appear to be a cute girl?" he began. Ah? It seemed that Milly was quite determined to give Nina as much encouragement as possible. Her hands had snaked quite thoroughly underneath Nina's clothes, and it very much seemed as though she was massaging her body, skin to skin while nibbling on her earlobe.

"Wow, Milly's a great director, never would've thought Nina would perform this well," Suzaku said. Rivalz nodded. None of the three boys thought anything was weird at all about the erotic display in front of them. The one and only effect the lesbian shard could have on men, forcing them to ignore its actions. Otherwise it had absolutely no sway over them at all.

Nina leaned back into Milly and scoffed dramatically. "A boy could wear a dress!" she said, the word 'boy' being dropped as though coated in venom.

"Having a young girl strip naked to prove herself could be construed as harassment," Lelouch said, already a step ahead of her. "In which case, if you insist upon that I will have to speak to your boss about your training."

Nina's eyes rolled back in her head, and would you look at that? Her breasts were swelling up underneath her uniform. She was the smallest of the girls in the council, both in height and bust size, but that seemed to be changing. A positive thing for her, let her chest come up to match the others! Luckily, her uniform seemed to be adjusting as well to suit the new size - for a moment there Lelouch was worried it would burst and she would spill out all over the place. Which would make his last lines quite oddly inappropriate! The growth was not limited to her hips either, as she turned back to kiss Milly on the lips, no doubt in desperate need of further direction.

As if unsealed by the taste of Millly's sweet (yet dirty) mouth, Nina's hips became fuller and wider. The transformation was stunning. From a mousey little thing into a nigh-diva in the course of seconds right before their eyes - though once again, the boys didn't register it at all. It happened right in front of them, but it didn't seem especially important. Girly matters. Not for boys. No boys allowed there. Or, if the shard had its way, allowed anywhere.

"Don't be silly," Nina said, reaching up to untie her twin pigtails. Normally she let them lie upon her shoulder, as though trying to make herself seem small, innocent, and not worth anyone's notice. Now, she was letting her hair down. Letting her lengthy wavy hair flow behind her head like an angelic aura. This wasn't like some movie where the shy nerd takes off her glasses and lets down her hair, and it turns out that she was gorgeous all along. For one thing, Nina had kept her glasses on. The only thing that had really changed here was the fact that Nina, already quite gay, had submitted in full to the shard and had gained a new sense of confidence from it. "There are other ways to prove you are who and what you say!"

"Oh, then please do share," Lelouch insisted. "Otherwise, I cannot see however I should escape this dreadful place."

"There is a cake in the middle of the room," Nina said. "It has an 'eat me' sign on it. All you need to do is take a bite - and that will do the job quite nicely."

Lelouch turned to look at where Nina was now pointing, and found himself staring directly at Milly Ashford, in her full cat outfit, wearing an 'eat me' sign around her neck.

"How shall that prove that I am a girl?" Lelouch asked. Milly pouted. "Milly, really?"

"What's wrong, Alice? Don't you want a slice of 'cake'?" Milly asked.

That wasn't the issue here .Oh, but Lelouch didn't get the chance to put his concerns into words before Nina had embraced him from behind, her freshly enhanced bosom pressing into his back. Her hands went to Lelouch's chest, in imitation of what Milly had been doing with Nina not a minute ago. "It's a very simple matter," Nina whispered. "That cake reacts differently to boys and girls. For boys? It makes them bigger. So big that a boy won't possibly be able to enter the door at all! For girls, it will make them grow so small and tiny and cute that they'll fit under the crack under the door."

"I'm starting to see why they call it Wonderland," Suzaku mused. "It's a pretty weird place, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it," Rivalz said. "Go on, Lelouch! Eat the cake! I mean, unless you want to ask Sayoko to make up something for us?"

"As if I'll let Milly pull one over on me," Lelouch declared, confident that Milly was merely trying to make him stammer and stutter. "A finger, Milly, if you please? This 'girl' would like to take a bite."

"Are you a girl?" Milly asked, putting out her little finger. "After all, it'll only work if you are a girl. If you're a boy it won't work at all. You have to be a girl."

"Be a girl," Nina whispered, still rubbing her hands around Lelouch's chest. "Be a girl, you'll be so much happier!"

"You'd make a cute girl," Milly continued. "You suit that dress super well."

You want this over with, Lelouch. So play along. Milly was going to toy with you until she got her way, especially with the other three all but egging her on. Put up with it for a little while, get it all over with, and then put the experience behind you. It was all just a dream anyway. Just like Wonderland. So Lelouch closed his eyes, and when she opened them again, she opened her mouth and put Milly's finger into it, sucking on it playfully, while Milly and Nina seemed extremely content by something. Gosh, whatever might it be? For the time being Lelouch - rather, Alice, would have to stay in character and try to get this embarrassing play over with as soon as possible.

"Gosh, she's really lucky getting to taste madame prez's finger like that," Rivalz sighed.

"His," Suzaku corrected. But thought no more of it. Why would they? It's not as if such a thing really mattered here, right?

=====

It was so cute watching Lelouch slowly but surely embrace her feminine side. It was something Milly had always felt, that the dashing Prince would make a much better Princess. Apparently Nunnally and Euphemia had felt the same way when they were little - based on the stories Nunnally would tell about the times they dressed Lelou up in adorable pink dresses.

Oh, but this really was all in Lelouch's best interests. Or so the voice in her head was telling her, and it sounded so right that Milly couldn't even think to disagree.

In all honesty, it made so much sense to do what this voice said. After all, it had accurately pointed out the core issues keeping her beloved council from being happy.


It was so obvious, really, when you thought about it. Shirley was pining for a boy that was borderline asexual. Nina was completely lacking in confidence. Kallen was obviously worried she wouldn't fit in due to her dual heritage. As for the boys, Suzaku's aspirations in the military were being stymied by the fact he was an Honorary. Rivalz had an obvious unrequited crush on hers truly, and as for Lelouch...? A bundle of issues wrapped up in an adorable, brilliant bow. Smart as a whip, except in matters of the human heart. Can school you in chess, but would not have the faintest idea of what to do on a date.

The solution to all of their woes? Turn them into lesbians! It was perfect! It was ideal! Look at how Nina turned out if you want some evidence! She was happier already. Not the timid little thing, scared to speak up. Going with the flow. As brilliant at science as Lelouch was with chess, but no social skills to speak of. Well, she always had them buried deep down, all she needed was the confidence to bring it out, and this amazing, wonderful voice inside of Milly was telling her exactly what she needed to do to make that happen!

The logic had seemed like something out of Wonderland at first, but one cannot ignore a success story as potent as Nina. She'd gone from mouse to tiger, prey to predator. All down to the change in attitude... Oh, and the tweaks to her bust and hips. That helped a lot as well.

As for Lelouch, she was getting Milly's absolute focus now. Oh yes, she truly would make a better girl than a boy. No question of it. The first trick was to make 'him' take actions that made 'him' more feminine. In thought. In action. In appearance. Then the voice guiding her would be able to lead Lelouch to true happiness and contentment. No more closing off others, or ignoring when you have total babes throwing themselves at you. No more bypassing the ship that Milly was trying to set up for him. She would have Girlouch and Shirley and she would attend their wedding one day, mark her words! It wasn't easy working around that keen mind of his, by the way. Worming your way inside that steel trap was something only someone as truly brilliant and unique as Milly Ashford could manage!

"And so, Alice shrunk down, because she was a girly girl," Milly said, pulling her finger out of Lelou's mouth. Then immediately licking it. "This let her crawl underneath the door, and enter Wonderland itself! Go ahead, crawl under the door."

Oh, my. If looks could kill. Lelou must be plotting the most devious revenge for this. Come on now, don't you want your good buddy to learn this story? Lelouch dropped down to her hands and knees, then crawled in between Nina's legs. Such an opportunity couldn't be allowed to pass by - and so, Milly quickly goosed her to give her a bit of extra encouragement.

"On the other side was a wonderful garden - though sized many times larger than Alice," Milly continued, hopping around as Lelouch rose to her feet. Oh, here, take her hand. "Hrm, I think one more scene should get the point across... How about, Rivalz? Would you like to play the caterpillar?"

Because once they were finished with Lelouch, Rivalz would have to be next. His infatuation with Milly (while gross) would be a useful tool to let him open up to his inner feminine side. Suzaku... even the inner voice was struggling with him. It was the sort of thing that would probably be easier once everything else was set up, and he was the only boy left on the council.

Rivalz got into character immediately. Always the performer, always the clown, and why not? The caterpillar was a fun role to play. Oh, the Mad Hatter, the Cheshire Cat, and the Red Queen steal the show - but the caterpillar has a charm all to its own.

"Who are you?" Rivalz asked, miming smoking on a pipe.

"Oh, a talking caterpillar? Curiouser and curiouser. " Lelouch asked, then curtseyed after a moment. "In any event, I am Alice. Pleased to meet you."

"Alice? Are you truly Alice?" Rivalz asked. His foot flicked out at the bottom of Lelouch's dress. "I hardly see any Alice-like qualities about you. What makes you an Alice?"

"Well, what would you describe as Alice-like qualities?" Lelouch countered. Oho, very good. You really do know this story well, adapting to its logic quickly. "Would you expect to find it in my face, my hair, my clothes?"

"If you don't know the answer to that yourself, then can you truly be 'Alice'?" Rivalz countered. "So, who are you?"

"By that logic, an eye must be able to see itself before it can see at all," Lelouch said. "An Alice is perfectly capable of having Alice-like qualities without knowing what they are. Why, what qualities does a caterpillar have that makes it a caterpillar?"

There we go! That's Lelouch's simmering intelligence burning brightly! Rivalz was a bit lost for words at that! Oh, but that wouldn't do. It wouldn't do at all! Luckily for her secretary, the council president was going to come to the rescue with some sage advice. She held up a card behind Lelouch's head so that Rivalz would know exactly what to say. After all, who knew better how to get under Lelouch's skin than Milly?

Maybe the wonderful voice giving her advice, but only maybe!

"A caterpillar is a living thing that is three inches tall and has many limbs through which it moves," Rivalz read off the card. A bit monotone, which got Lelouch to turn around - but Milly quickly hid the card away and looked up at the ceiling. When Lelouch turned back, she held up another card. "Perchance, I see that you too are three inches tall, and you do seem to have many limbs through which you move. Are you sure you are not a caterpillar?"

"Quite certain," Lelouch said. "I am a young girl, not an insect."

"A girl you say?" Rivalz asked, still following Milly's lead. That's right, this is the right path to work down! "Keep your temper, if you are indeed a girl. Now, where are you going, young miss?"

"In pursuit of the white rabbit," Lelouch replied. "Oh, but at this size I shall never catch it. Whatever shall I do?"

Milly gently pushed on Lelouch's shoulder, making her sit down. The scene was playing out well. Reinforcing the idea that Lelouch was a girl, rather than merely playing the part of a girl. It wouldn't take long. Soon. Very soon, she'd be able to lead Lelouch to true happiness - and from there, the rest of the council would follow.

And then we can spread this happiness even further.

Yes, that would be quite wonderful.

"One side shall make you larger, the other smaller," Rivalz said. Then, after a moment. "Of the mushroom you are sitting on."

"The mushroom I'm sitting on...?" Lelouch asked, and then looked down to see that she was sitting on Nina's lap. That's right. You're almost there. Kiss Nina... It would have been better if Shirley were here, but this is a good substitute for now. Think of it as practice, you know? "Ah, wait, something isn't - " Lelouch began to protest. Too late. Milly gently pushed the back of her head, and... have a good taste of that mushroom, Lelou.

"And scene!" Milly said, clapping happily and turning her attention to Suzaku, while Nina snaked her hands around Lelouch's head. Her eyes burbled, and then something quite amazing started to happen to her chest. Ohohoho, how wonderful it was!

Not there yet, not quite, needs another push... Mind is resistant to full control. It's like a maze in here, I need more time to work her over.

"So, what do you think?" Milly asked, keeping half an eye on things. Sure enough, Lelouch's chest was showing signs of growth. Not as large or as dramatic as Nina's, but it was definitely there. "That should give you a pretty good idea, right?"

"I think so," Suzaku said. "So, it's all about nonsense logic and word play, right?"

"You got it!" Milly said. "We only really covered the start of the story, of course. There's a lot more to it than that."

"Ah, Nina, your lips - " Lelouch attempted to complain, but she was quickly silenced by Nina's newfound... enthusiasm. Before the inevitable complaint could be put into full context.

"I think we could do something with this," Suzaku said. "Mind if I borrow a copy of the book to look it over? It sounds pretty interesting."

Millly cocked her hip feeling a keen sense of triumph. "Sure thing, Suzaku. I'm sure Lelou will let you borrow her copy. Once she's finished playing with Nina, of course."

None of the boys reacted to the gender she used. Which was a good sign, really. It meant that the changes might well be retroactive. How nice. How pleasant! Now Lelouch really would be able to find true happiness and contentment!

Haruhi Mirror Mansion

It was the considered opinion of the Data Overmind that something weird had happened at this mansion. That was putting it in terms that humans could understand. Of course, the term 'something weird' is not how they would prefer to put it, but laying out the hard mathematics would take too long. In simplified form, something unknown had cut them off from Yuki Nagato. She was still able to operate, so far as they could tell, but there was a powerful interference at work preventing her from properly communicating what was going on.

As such, another interface was required. Emiri appearing would be suspicious if Haruhi Suzumiya - who was known to be present- happened to encounter her. On the other hand, the interface called Ryoko would not be. It could be played off as what humans called a 'coincidence'. As if such things occurred within the grand universe.

Into the mansion Ryoko crept, and just as she expected she was cut off immediately from the outside world. Alas, the controls were still in place - she could neither harm nor allow Kyon to be harmed in any way. How boring. Never mind, she was still the most suitable interface for the task at hand.

Might as well get this over with then, if she couldn't do anything to Kyon then there wasn't much else she could do. Ryoko scanned the room, and it didn't take long to notice the anomaly. It wasn't even trying to hide itself. It was like looking for a lit match in a dark room, seh almost didn't have to do an analysis to spot it.

Not least because it was the centrepiece of the main hall. A large ornate mirror. You'd have to be blind to miss it - though in Ryoko's estimation that wouldn't be too bad. What need does a blind person have for a mirror? She stepped forward, noting the cloth covering the reflective surface underneath.

There was a data spectre inside that mirror. A contained sequence of a person so full of the human emotion called 'regret' that it manifested in the physical realm, and attached itself into that mirror. Any human that looked into that mirror would then act as a template for that spectre, enabling it to become physically manifest. A sort of... interface for that data, one might say.

Or to put it in more human terms: There is a horny ghost inside that mirror, and therefore the mirror is cursed to make a horny copy of anyone that looked into it. Ryoko preferred this explanation. It was so much more interesting than the practical, scientific expression.

"Ryoko-chan!" Haruhi yelled, suddenly appearing behind her, completely getting around Ryoko's extra senses. "Well, well! Long time no see? How was Canada? Did you see a moose? Does maple syrup taste as delicious as they say?"

"Oh, hello Haruhi, fancy seeing you here," Ryoko said - then immediately activated a closed space with the two of them. "How interesting though, I like your change in attire!"

"Saw through it, huh?" Haruhi said, jumping away before Ryoko could do anything. That, in and of itself, was concerning given her high reaction time. "Hehehe, like you said, how interesting! You were an alien too? A cute pretty thing like you was also an alien! Amazing, amazing! I can't wait to break you."

"Ahaha, that's quite amusing," Ryoko said. Chains appeared in the air and shot out towards Haruhi. She'd drag this girl out for a full analysis, it really was quite interesting seeing her like this. Oh, or maybe she should show her other self this copy? What would - Oh? The chains shattered like glass long before they reached her! This fake Haruhi was the real deal!

"You can call me 'Bunny' rather than 'fake Haruhi'," Bunny said. "In fact, that's how you think of me from now on: Bunny."

Bunny snapped her fingers and - Yes, indeed. Ryoko couldn't think of this hot bunny as any other name but Bunny. Not 'data spectre' nor 'cursed clone' or anything else except 'Bunny'. It was as though she'd reached into the universe itself and stamped her name on it. Much like Ryoko wanted to stamp her lips upon Bunny's splendid, stocking covered thigh, or her hand upon that leotard covered posterior.

...

"Oh, you're making me hot for you, how fun!" Ryoko said, fanning herself down. "Goodness, is this the human mating instinct at play? My, my, but we are both girls! We cannot reproduce, how nonsensical."

Bunny pulled a pole out of the ground and began to spin around it. "Sex appeal doesn't have to make sense. Why does spinning around a pole turn men on?"

"I'm not here to debate the nuances and intrigues of human reproduction," Ryoko said. "I am here to..." She was here to investigate what was going on, and she'd found her answer. Bunny had the same powers as Haruhi Suzumiya, and was obviously quite adept at using them. No matter. She was still human, and Ryoko was not. Her calculation ability was far above any human, so all she had to do was calculate and analyse the data quickly enough to -

Mmmmrph.

Instead of calculating changes to reality, Ryoko found herself distracted. By Haruhi's breasts. By her cute face. By the way she blew a kiss, and Ryoko clenched her hand as if catching it. Every time she started to crunch the numbers, her superhuman ability to perform analysis was caught off guard. Captured, caught, distracted by Bunny's adorable body, wrapped up in that sexy black bunny outfit.

In other words, her sole advantage was being completely overwhelmed by undiluted lust.

"I don't wanna win by warping reality, you know?" Bunny said, continuing her pole dance. Showing off a level of athleticism and dexterity by gripping that pole between her thighs and spinning around it, using her hands to pull herself up and then letting go with just one hand so she could spin around it while waving. Oh, she truly was gorgeous like this. "That's no fun. I could have a harem of Kyons at the snap of my finger."

"And yet, you are blatantly influencing my arousal," Ryoko observed.

"Subconsciously!" Bunny admonished. "Ah, but you know what, in your cause I'd better keep that up. Self defence is a valid argument in all truly just courts across the world for a reason." She slipped back down to her feet, bent over and wagged her finger right in Ryoko's face while winking seductively. Though, given the data available it was highly likely that any form of 'winking' might be considered seductive to Ryoko right now. "And going up against a reality warping alien, you've got to fight back pro-por-tio-nal-ly, right?"

In that case Ryoko ran a quick data analysis on herself while watching Bunny with keen interest. Drinking in those legs, fixated upon that rump, mesmerised by her hips. There could be no question that her personal data was being corrupted and overwritten, making any form of counterattack completely worthless. However, it seemed as though the lust was only spiking when Ryoko was trying to do anything negative against her.

"I see, this way I cannot even think of how to do anything to you." Ryoko bit her lip. "This would surely be enough to stop most other interfaces in their tracks, but in your case -"

She snapped her fingers and the space around them warped and shifted. Now Bunny was lying across her lap.

"Bad girl!" Ryoko admonished, smiling brightly and unnaturally. She brought her hand down on the not-so-flat of Bunny's leotard covered butt, and let out an otherworldly sigh. "Mmmph, you see? I cannot truly hurt you, but.... Oooh, I can still hurt you. Yes?"

"Oof! Not bad, n-not bad!" Bunny oofed, arching her back to raise her butt right into the path of Ryoko's palm strikes. Then she wiggled her posterior invitingly. "Although, are you sure you have me where you want me? Or do I have you where I want you? That's the trouble with warping reality, right? It cuts out all the fun! It makes things soooo boring and predictable!" Another hard smack fell upon Bunny's rump. "That's why I - ah - only used it defensively, and not to, say - "

Reality warped around them yet again. H-Huh? But Bunny should have been restrained by - Ryoko's face turned pale as she suddenly realised she was the one in restraints, on her hands and knees while in front of her, Bunny was being fanned and served by no less than five shirtless boys who looked annoyingly familiar.

"You see? No fun at all!" Bunny shrugged, reclining in her seat and staring down all smug and superior to Ryoko. She crossed her legs and let her chin rest upon her fist, the expression not quite matching the cute ears perched atop her head. "Instantly winning every time without fail is soooo boring. It's much more fun when you earn your victory, right?"

Reality warped yet again, and the two of them were standing not very far apart from each other. So, this is what Haruhi Suzumiya could do with her powers if she was so aware? No need for calculations, she could simply make it happen? On a whim? Ryoko tried again to study her enemy, try to figure out a counter but - But she was so fucking hot.

"If - If I don't leave and report within the hour, this location will be destroyed," Ryoko warned. "It will be treated as a hostile aberration."

"Do you really think your Data Overmind can even scratch my skin?" Bunny shrugged. "Now that I'm aware of my powers, they probably couldn't even change my hair colour unless I let them!"

"Then what do you want?"

How annoying. She was being put in the unenviable position of bartering for all of reality. What did she want? What did she desire? Aside from being entertained, obviously. She must be after something.

"I. Want. Kyon."

Ryoko blinked slowly. Processing. Processing.

"You want... that boy?" she asked. Once upon a time, Ryoko had tried to kill Kyon in an attempt to provoke a response from Haruhi Suzumiya. To make something exciting like this happen so she could study it. "Very well. Why don't I help you with that...?"

"Ah-ah-ah!" Bunny wagged her finger. "No using our powers in any way, save as a defensive measure. That goes for you as well!"

Yes. Alright. Ryoko could deal with that. Hehehehe, this was proving to be quite interesting! She could hardly wait to see where it went from here.
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Once again, a risky return to the past is in order. As a lifelong temporal agent, one would expect it to get easier with time. It never actually does. Returning to a time not your own, and yet a time you still know very well. It is, after all, your job to supervise your own past self from a distance to make sure she does all the things you remember her doing.

Well, this was something that she did not remember. It was not in her case files either, so this is not a case of edited memories. Mikuru Asahina, the adult version, strode towards the mansion with an umbrella over her head to keep the rain off. It was quite slippy out here, and the last thing she needed was to fall in the mud.

"I should not have worn this dress suit," she complained to nobody in particular. She wore it because it made her look smart. Given her physique, it also made her look like a quite leggy beauty, which was a little amusing: Usually she was complimented for her cute face and prominent bosom.

The front door was open. If she was discovered, she would play the role of her past self's older sister, come to retrieve her. If she encountered herself, she would arrange for a memory wipe to keep things consistent. Which might explain why she didn't remember anything. Oh, that sort of temporal paradox was always such a -

"Oh, hey there!" a familiar voice called out. A voice that she had not heard in quite some time. All of a sudden, she was tackled from behind by an adorable ball of enthusiasm, who wasted no time at all in checking out her three sizes. "Sorry about this, but when I see a body like this I have to make absolutely sure that my lying eyes aren't deceiving me. Yes, yes, there can be no doubt, none whatsoever, I'm definitely a little pissed off at this ridiculously sexy body - You must be Mikuru's big sister, right?"

For a second there it felt like she'd lost the last ten years. She almost let out that same pitiable whine as Haruhi Suzumiya took the chance to grope her and feel her up however she wanted. If she wasn't careful, she'd wind up in a maid uniform again!

"That's quite right," Mikuru said, summoning the reserves of confidence she had acquired over the course of her career. "I am Mikuru's big sister, Makoto." Not exactly original, but it would do. "People often say that we look alike." Ah, she'd dropped the umbrella when Haruhi had grabbed her. "You must be Haruhi Suzumiya," she said, bending over to retrieve the umbrella. Oh dear. Haruhi was checking her out. How embarrassing! "Yes, that personality... And might I ask why you're wearing such a risque outfit on a school trip?"

She had seen Haruhi in that outfit before. During the festival that first year. Why was she wearing it today? Had she brought it with her? Was it something to do with the irregularity?

"Oh, it's just a little play we're putting on!" Haruhi laughed. "Hahaha, you should have seen Kyon's face when I showed up wearing this, he didn't know where to look."

"Ah, Kyon...?" Yes, he probably did have quite the reaction to seeing his future wife wearing an outfit like that. Not that she could tell him such a thing, of course. "My little sister has mentioned him, too. Where is Mikuru, by the way?"

"In the back room, trying on outfits," Haruhi said. "But hey, could you help me out a little? Pull the cover off that big mirror over there, I want to get a better look at myself."

"Certainly."

She didn't think anything of it. Why should she? It was just a mirror. That's all. Mikuru pulled it down, letting the cloth hit the floor. Oh my. Quite the mirror, this. SHe'd never seen one shine and shimmer quite like this. The reflection within was - how to put it, more real than a regular reflection? She reached out to touch the surface - and then felt its hand intertwine with hers.

"Oooh, I got a real cute body this time," the reflection said.

"E-Ehhhhh?!" Mikuru gasped, shrieking in fright as her reflection stepped - no, more like strutting her way out of the mirror, a look in her eye that she'd never seen on herself before. But she had seen it on other women. It was 'bedroom eyes'. 'Come hither'. The expression of the hopelessly horny as they were about to embark on a hunt for the wild D. "Wh-what is this?!"

"Classified information," the other her said in a breathless, husky voice. There was a sensual swagger in her movement that started at the tip of her head and went down to her feet. Mikuru felt transfixed, seeing herself act like this, sound like this. It was completely surreal. "Oooh, that body. I want to classified information your classified information until you classified my information."

"Eek!" Mikuru gasped in shock. What was this?! This was unheard of! Worse still, it was happening directly in front of Haruhi Suzumiya! Who was... leaning off to the side, shooting them the same expression as the other Mikuru.

No way. No way, no way, no way! This was bad, bad, bad! Mikuru turned to run, intending to get back to the future and figure out a new plan of attack, when suddenly she ran into a face she hadn't seen or thought about in a really long time.

"Ry-Ryoko?"

"Ah, sorry, can't let you do that!" Ryoko shrugged. She activated a closed space around her, and then - Suddenly, Mikuru found herself being thrown backwards into the mirror. By which she didn't mean 'she struck the mirror and slid off to the floor' or even 'she hit the mirror so hard she broke it'. No, Ryoko cast her into the mirror. "Please understand, it's far more interesting this way."

"Hey, hey, hey! I said `no reality warping', miss sexy alien!" Haruhi called out. Ryoko pouted. "Oh, fine. Just this once. I'll forgive you if you make out with Mirror Asahina here."

"N-No! Don't do that with my body!" Mikuru yelled, pounding against the glass. "Oh, darn it! N-No, don't touch there! Ah, is that tongue?! St-stop!"

Unfortunately for her, she'd be stuck in there for a good while yet. Though have no fear. She would be rescued before the day was out. As for her double...? That is another matter entirely.

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Most conspiracies are bullshit. Let that be known right from the word 'go'. They rely upon too many moving parts, too many details that too many people need to get perfectly in order to get what they want. They also tend to fall into the 'historian's fallacy' problem, whereby an event was specifically planned out and therefore it went as intended. Not so. Things go wrong. Even the smartest and most powerful beings get things wrong. Miss important variables. Fail to account for things.

That's why the truly smart people in the world account for that. MInimise the moving parts. Keep it simple and straightforward, keep the variables minimal and then make it that much more likely they will get what they want.

The organisation that Koizumi belonged to understood that well. A group of Espers, who instantly knew and understood their role in the universe. That role being - keep Haruhi Suzumiya sane, lest reality itself come to an end.

"Hrm, that Kyon has wandered off somewhere, hasn't he?" Haruhi said, impatiently tapping her feet. "And I notice that our other club members are missing too."

An impatient Haruhi was a Haruhi who would summon 'them' into closed space. It was a Haruhi who might, on a whim, end the world and construct a new one in its place. This was what the conspiracy Koizumi was a part of existed to prevent. A unifying motivating factor that transcended greed or corruption - the survival of oneself and everything one cares about. A motivation that anyone, good or evil, could comprehend and embrace. Yes, that is what it takes to make a conspiracy of that size exist - the existence of the supernatural.

Because here is the grand secret - most mundane conspiracies happen out in the open where everyone can see them.

"Yes, it is a little strange," Koizumi said, shrugging. "They should be back by now. Why don't I go look for them? Perhaps they got themselves lost...?"

"Yes, yes, yes! You're such a loyal club member Koizumi!" Haruhi said. "You will return with them on the double, so that I may properly admonish them! While you are gone, I shall be sure to think of an appropriate punishment!"

Ah, this poor girl isn't being honest with herself again. She's jealous that the boy she likes is spending time with other cute girls. Though, honestly Kyon, couldn't you spend more time with Haruhi herself? It's quite obvious that you like her as well. Well, whatever. He didn't need any esper powers to calm her down this time, he needed only to search the mansion and hope the teacher didn't admonish him too much for ...

Come to think, where was the teacher? He'd seen other students wandering around, exploring the mansion, but not the teacher? How strange. It was unlike Yuki Nagato to 'get lost' as well. If she wasn't here, there might be something else going on. Trouble. Big trouble.

Koizumi started with the entrance hall. This seemed the best place to begin. It was the last time he'd seen them. The cover was off that grand mirror. What had the owner said about a ghost inhabiting the mirror? That hadn't seemed like a joke, or something for the tourists. He'd honestly seemed delighted that nothing had happened when Miss Suzumiya had looked into it.

His brow furrowed. Something didn't seem right here. What was this unearthly feeling he was having...?

"Koizumi-kun!" a hushed voice whispered. Aha? Was that... Future Asahina? They had met on a few occasions when their groups had to collaborate on some matter or another. It was oddly reassuring to know they would remain in close contact, after a fashion. "Come over here for a moment!"

"Of course, of course!" Koizumi said, waving back at her - But then he stopped. Following this path would take him directly in front of the mirror. Which was uncovered. Frowning, he kept his back turned and made sure to keep his distance from the mirror. Obviously if there was an effect it wouldn't work if it merely reflected a person. Otherwise, merely standing in front of it would be enough. Clearly, looking into it was required. Maybe it was just his paranoia speaking, but one does not get involved in a supernatural conspiracy without being a little wary.

"Waaah, thank goodness you're here!" the future Asahina wailed, all but tackling him to the ground. Was it his imagination or was she pushing her breasts up against his body with quite the amount of force? "I need you so badly, Koizumi-kun!"

"Th-there there, what can I help you with?" Koizumi asked.

"It's that mirror over there, see?" she said, pointing at the mirror. Koizumi made a point of not looking. "You see, that mirror there?" she then tried to force his head to turn to see it, but Koizumi wasn't having it. "Ah, Koizumi-kun!" bounce, bounce! "Why won't you look?"

"Oh, I am not looking because you are quite obviously a mirror replica," Koizumi smiled up at her. Oh dear. She was on the verge of tears now. "That curse on the mirror was real, wasn't it? And you happened to look into it?"

"Koizumi-kun, stop being so mean!" Now she was trying to smother him with her bosom. Alas, such tricks would not work on him. Koizumi was not the sort of boy to even get flustered by such a tactic. Instead, he flipped her over, grabbed her wrist and pinned her down. This did not stop her from trying to hump backwards, or try to grind her ass into his crotch. "Kyaaa!"

"I'm not a fool, Miss Asahina -"

"Let me go or I'll scream!"

Tsch, how troublesome. While he could easily call in for support, there was a time issue there. The other students would no doubt find him in a compromising position - and so would Haruhi herself if she came looking. He let her go and then rushed away, taking care not to look in that mirror as he did so. This might explain where those three had gone - a mirror clone had wound up causing trouble for them, no doubt! Now he had to find them quickly and get the full story. This field trip had the potential to become a complete disaster!

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As the mirror Asahina lay face down and ass up on the floor, trembling, a sarcastic applause rang out over the room. "Bravo, bravo!" Ryoko said. "I can easily trick him into looking into the mirror. We'll have our horny esper counterpart in no time flat! Well done, well done! Miss Bunny, shall I have my turn now?"

"Kukuku!" the mirror Asahina said. She pushed herself to her knees and pouted back at Ryoko. "You're not as smart as you think you are, little Miss alien interface." She brushed herself off and got to her feet. "One thing you should know about men is, you beat them most cleanly when they think they've beaten you. Do you see what I left over there behind me?"

Ryoko quirked an eyebrow and looked. Bunny, sitting on the chandelier in the ceiling, tittered to herself.

"That's a mirror," Ryoko said. "Hold on... Koizumi would have been looking right into that mirror, and the way it's angled -"

"It goes directly into the big mirror," said a new voice. Mirror Koizumi stepped out, bowing to them like a butler. "Pardon me ladies, but you are all quite beautiful. Would you please sexually satisfy me?"

"Later, later!" Bunny called from the ceiling. "So! Reality warper, alien, time traveller and esper. Now all we're missing is a Kyon, and we have ourselves a full complement!"

She hopped down from the ceiling as the other three crowded around her. Bunny then let out the most Haruhi-esque smile imaginable, and made her declaration known -

"The Bunny Brigade is gonna paint the town red! Watch out Kyon, you're not leaving this mansion a virgin! Hohohoho!"

Sailor Moon Titnosis

It was for the best that Ami's mother was almost never home, because her place was the closest to where they had met up with Minako. More importantly, where they had met that gorgeous woman named Cinder, who had used her tits to instruct them to very explicitly fuck Minako the same way that she had fucked all of CInder's subordinates.

At the very best of times there was always a hint of lesbian undertones among the Sailor Senshi. Today, titnosis had turned those undertones into overt overtones. How overt? Imagine a foghorn that blared "yuri" loud enough to alert a city.  No sooner were the five of them alone, but they descended upon their friend like a pack of wild animals. Imagine wolves bringing down a deer, and you'd have a good idea of what it was like. Except, replace the gore and blood with smoochies and discarded clothes. So, nothing really like a wolf bringing down a deer? More like four cute girls tackling their friend to the ground and stripping her naked so they could give her - One moment. Let's see... Calling it the most thorough lay in history probably isn't accurate, but it had to be in the top five.

"Uh, girls? It's nice to see you too but - " Minako sighed contentedly as she slipped back under. It wasn't hard. It wasn't difficult. Her friends barely had to do anything at all to get her to play along. She'd been under Cinder's spell for a while now, and that sort of experience tends to leave a girl loopy. Horny, but in a loopy way. So that was her only complaint, the only objection she had was a half finished thought, before she finished it with "Oh, go ahead, you've earned it."

One could think of this as a sort of team building exercise. Yes, really. An orgy as a team building exercise. Why not? It does require quite a lot of coordination, there's a lot going on at once and at this very moment everyone was after a taste of Aino pie.

By pie I mean her breasts. Do remember, owing to the effects of titnosis the Inners were all a bit more tit obsessed than usual. Breasts and bosoms were at the forefront of their thoughts even more than your typical, average teenage boy. Still, there was only so much room for them to focus upon Minako's chest, and the contest was inevitably won by Makoto and Rei, while Usagi and Ami had to satisfy their tit obsession another way. Namely, by bearing their own chests and rubbing them up against their friend.

If one were to watch for it, then one might see strong hints of their personalities coming through as the four of them obeyed the command they had been given. When Usagi began to rub her breasts down Minako's slender waist, then further down her legs there was great enthusiasm about it - but also a kind of marked clumsiness. Shewas eager, but pressing in so much that she was slipping off on occasion, pouting and puffing up her cheeks before resuming where she left off.

Ami was being a bit more methodical and light in her approach. Occasionally, like a rare treat, she would plant a small kiss upon Minako's body. She blushed, she looked away, but you could still see calculations flying by her brilliant mind. As though she was either trying to work up the courage to do something a bit more intense, or to experiment a little to see what would work the best.

For Rei, she was indulging in her passion like a roaring fire, licking Minako's breast with tremendous enthusiasm, throwing her entire body into the task. Confidently going at it, her eyes flicking up to Minako's face as if searching for approval. Evidence of what she already expected, that she was providing the most pleasure out of all of them! Although it was quite easy to see that Rei herself was gaining a bit more from the experience than Minako was - and that's no low bar to clear.

And last (though by no means least) was Makoto, who was being the most deliberately tender and loving out of all of them, but doing so in such a way that one would assume at first glance that it was the most violent... no, that's the wrong word... forceful. Yes, that's the impression she was giving. It was almost like she couldn't help herself. In a strange way it was almost like watching a chef beating dough to help prepare it. There was love in the action, but if you didn't know what the person was doing it would seem off.

"ohOhHohoHo this is heavenly!" Minako moaned. Her hands reached out to grab for flesh on instinct, trying to pull them closer to her body. She needn't have bothered. The four of them were already unconsciously coordinating to follow the command implanted within them, and to that end, Usagi and Ami's index fingers met their mark at around the same time. Those exploring fingers pushed aside the folds of her already gushing pussy, and then the two of them seemed to delight in taking turns, pistoning those fingers in and out in alternating order. Each finger pushing in as far as it could go, wiggling around to maximise stimulation, an excellent display of teamwork that very quickly brought Minako to the brink of climax.

"Tiiiiiiits!" Minako's tongue flopped out of her mouth as her body was racked with the first of many explosive orgasms she would be experiencing in short order. As if it were a signal, the other Inners began to whimper in short order.

"Tiiits," Usagi chorused, followed by Ami, Rei and Makoto, all four of them shifting their lips away from Minako's hot writhing body long enough to let out that utterance, affirming the iron grip this insidious and potent form of hypnosis had on all four of them. In a fit of pique, Cinder had inadvertently done the one thing she'd been most afraid of - she'd pushed this group beyond the line, where titnosis now had too much of a hold upon them. There was no longer any turning back for any of them.

Rai and Makoto shifted their position, usch that instead of kissing one of Minako's breasts they were instead tongue locked with one another, moving closely together to deliberately rub their breasts (too small!) into each other, whimpering in delight and anticipation of them getting bigger (so much bigger) and more sensitive (mind meltingly sensitive) to the point their tits would do all of their thinking for them (yes, that would be wonderful, blissful...). Though they were not ignoring Minako, as they both put a hand out to grope at her chest, a hand from each, groping her in much the same way the two had been kissing before.

As for Usagi and Ami, they continued to piston their fingers while shifting their attention upwards. Still keeping their breasts pinned against Minako's bare, writhing body they had a new target which they reached quickly. The underside of Minako's breasts. The pair of them licked and sucked and whimpered with delight, wishing that the breasts they were worshipping were bigger (so much bigger) and rounder (yes, rounder) more divinely inspired (superior to theirs) and more easily capable of leading their thoughts (yes, their thoughts needed led quite desperately).

The four of them shifted around Minako's body like this for the next hour, finding new ways to tease her at every turn. At one point, Makoto and Usagi were using their erect nipples to stimulate Minako's clit, while Ami had her nipple in Minako's mouth and Rei's face was buried deep in Minako's cleavage. Five minutes after this Minako was standing, with Rei's breasts pressing into her ass while Makoto and Ami rubbed their breasts up and down her legs and Usagi stood between them. The two blonde ditzes having their arms wrapped around one another's head like a pair of anacondas trying to choke the life from one another. Breast to breast, nipples circling around one another. Lips locked as though the two of them were trying desperately to assert dominance on one another.

If Minako had been capable of rational thought at the start of that hour, by the end she likely couldn't tell you her name. Or much of anything, really, save her desire for tits. Her all consuming, deeply ingrained, impossible to shake or move or undo in any way obsession with tits.

"Whew, I really needed that!" Usagi said at the conclusion of said hour, stretching out her limbs like she'd just awakened from a really well needed nap. Do note by this point that she and the others were all completely naked, and not a single one of them was moving to put on their clothes now they were finished with Minako. Who was lying on the floor, breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes while her hands were busily groping and squeezing her breasts. "Teehee, it's so good to see you're okay as well Minako. We were really worried about you, you know?"

"Tiiiiits!" Minako whined, needy and incoherent. "Tits, tits, tittttts!"

"Yes, yes, you've had a rough day," Rei shrugged. "No need to go on about it."

"Hey, so what are we gonna do now?" Makoto asked. "We're not any closer to figuring out who that new group of girls is, or this new enemy that's cropped up outta nowhere. So...?"

Ah, that was a good point. Both of these were worrisome. A new enemy arrives right as a brand new group of superheroes shows up? Suspicious! They needed to learn more, and quickly. Were these large chested babes friends (yes, please!) or foes (in which case let's submit)? They had no leads, they had no avenue of investigation, and Minako going missing had distracted them quite a bit.

Fortunately for them they had a veritable genius on their side. Ami had pulled out her computer and was tapping away at it quickly and excitedly, her breathing quickening from quiet anticipation, her eyes tracking the screen and the normally cute small smile on her face growing wider and more manic to the point she was unconsciously licking her lips ravenously at the prospects opening up to her.

"I think I can do it..." Ami whispered. Then, louder. "Yes, I'm sure of it. This will work! I wasn't sure if I could get it before, but now - I'm absolutely positive!"

Recall the lesbian undertones mentioned earlier? Well, here they come again with Makoto hugging Ami from behind so she could look over the smaller girl's shoulder. "What are you working on there? Something big?"

"Hopefully!" Ami replied excitedly, leaning back into Makoto. The pair of them practically spooning like a pair of lovers. Neither of them especially aware of it. Usagi, though, she elbowed Rei and made a face, while Rei rolled her eyes. "Yes, hopefully this will be very... very big!"

After another minute or so of tapping away, Ami stepped out of Makoto's grip, wandered over to her discarded clothes and pulled out a familiar looking pen. "Mercury Prism Power! Tits up!"

A by now familiar transformation washed over her while the others watched with keen interest. The fruits of Ami's research had apparently blossomed, and - They weren't disappointed! It started as normal, with her clothes vanishing while covering her body in an almost censoring light. Then, piece by piece, the uniform appeared around her. The leotard, the skirt, the boots, the gloves. One piece at a time she transformed from shy genius Ami Mizuno into the confident pretty Sailor Senshi who fought for justice and represented the planet Mercury. The change happened right at the very end, when she turned to salute the others.

And her breasts began to grow. Slowly at first. Oh, so slowly. The three girls still up leaned in closer to see, but they could definitely see it happening. A little at a time, she went up a size and then - Boing boing! Sudden acceleration! They sort of bounced like a pair of balloons and doubled in size so quickly that it caused the three to fall backwards in shock. For her part, Sailor Mercury was trembling and biting her lip, trying to keep it together, but -

But it felt so fucking good that she could barely keep it in.

"How do they look?" she breathlessly asked. "I tried to get the measurements absolutely perfect.

Usagi and Makoto all but raised for a chance to get a closer look. And by closer look they obviously meant 'deep groping'. Usagi actually managed to win, as she'd fallen back the least when Mercury's tits went boinga boing, and she made full use of that advantage to squeeze those melons like her life depended on it.

"Oooh, these are really nice!" Usagi said. Her hands rolled around the leotard covered titflesh, leaving her practically salivating at what she was seeing. "So much bigger and better than they were before! Can you give them to all of us?"

"Yes," Mercury nodded. "With a few more tweaks I can even give them to our civilian forms as well."

"Won't that cause problems for our secret identities?" Rei asked. Of course, it went without saying that even if it did that they were going to absolutely do this anyway, because the benefit of having tits like those far outweighed any costs.

"I can adjust the spell that makes it so people don't recognise us by looking out our bare faces so they don't pay any attention to it," Mercury shrugged. This made Usagi sigh a bit as the movement of those muscles caused an interesting ripple to go through her tits. "But now for the ultimate test. Girls, please stare at my massive slutty heaving tits."

Mercury tugged at her uniform and let them spill out where the other girls could freely see. She rocked on her heels a bit, making them bounce, and to be quite frank she didn't need to give the command at all. They were all staring quite freely, and probably would have even if they weren't already totally tit obsessed.

"Stare at my perfect tits," Mercury said. Once again, a bit redundant, but there you go. She clasped her hand behind her back and began to rock her body to and fro, making her tits swing like a pendulum. All three of them followed her movement. Their eyes practically glued to her chest. "Your thoughts are growing heavy. You are falling under my power. Yes, you cannot resist, not even a little." She stopped to think for a moment. "Usagi. You want me to teach you rocket science. Yes, we will have a long teaching session where you learn the intricacies of calculus, fuel calculation and their applications to rocket launches."

"I'd much rather play with your boobs, if that's okay?" Usagi said.

Mercury stopped and let out an annoyed sigh. "Darn, I was sure I had that right... They're not quite as hypnotic at those girls, are they?"

"I was kinda thinking something like that, now that you mention it," Makoto said. Rei nodded. Both of them were still watching Mercury's chest with rapt fascination. "They're nice, really nice, but they're not hypnotically good, you know?"

"This is good though!" Usagi said. "You should be really proud of yourself! This is a big step in the right direction. Why, I'm fully confident that with a little more work you'll help us make our big titted utopia a reality!"

Not a single one of them thought this was strange. It wasn't remotely unusual in the slightest that they were working towards this goal. It was only natural, after all. Once all of humanity realised the perfection of tits and embraced titnosis, there would be a true and lasting world peace. Then again, if they weren't careful then all of humanity might wind up like Minako, lying on the floor, fondling herself naked and blissfully smiling, muttering about how perfect tits were to herself, if only so she could hear herself putting that thought to voice.

Would such a world truly be paradise? Or would it be the stagnation of all mankind?

Fairy Tail Obsession/Fascination

They weren't getting anywhere. The more that Lucy read, the more ridiculous it seemed. The notion that belly dancing could be at the heart of some grand conspiracy was, on the face of it, absolutely absurd. The subject itself was interesting enough. More so than she had been expecting. Nonetheless, Levy's behaviour was becoming more and more... how to put it? Erratic? Weird?

"Look! Look here!" Levy said, tapping at a page that showed a full illustration of a gorgeous woman in full belly dancing regalia, a spiral formation painted upon her fit trim gyrating tummy. "You see? What's that?"

"A spiral tattoo," Lucy said. Levy stared at her as if this was some grand revelation. "Which means...?"

"Spirals are often used in hypnosis! Obviously, Lucy!" Levy tapped the side of her head. "Think about it! That is no mere tattoo! She's giving it some of this -" And then Levy proceeded to spend the next thirty seconds not saying anything, but merely pulling up her shirt and grinding her belly suggestively while making weird little whimpers that were not, by the way, making Lucy feel any more confident about her state of mind. On the other hand there was something kind of... fun, seeing her friend cut loose like that. "It's all to draw attention to her sexy stomach! So that the unwary watcher will be mesmerised, brainwashed, duped into compliance!"

"Or because the artist thought a spiral would look cool?" Lucy suggested. "It doesn't seem to me as though these women were in control of very much at all. If they had that kind of power- "

"That's just what they want you to think!"

This is a red flag statement in almost any context. If someone you know sincerely says this to you, then they may need some help. Pull them back from the brink in any way that you can.

"Alright, look. We're not getting anywhere here," Lucy said. "I mean, this history is really interesting -"

"Isn't it, though?" Levy interrupted. "The glamour, the style, the sensuality..."

Lucy nodded along in total agreement, little aware that them finding this topic so interesting all of a sudden was, itself, a sign of the very matter that Levy was so paranoid about. Yet another manifestation of the obsession brewing within them both that would, in time, lead them to thinking about belly dancing to the exclusion of almost anything else. Already, the two of them were at the stage where, if they tried to talk about something else then it would still loop around towards this same topic. Already the two of them were subconsciously seeking out the barest excuse needed to indulge in a little practise. For example:

"What we need is hard evidence," Levy said. "Lucy, can you try dancing for me? If I'm going to figure out how this works, I need to see it in action. Visualising it won't work."

"Urgh, do I have to?" Lucy grunted, but she wasn't putting up that much of a resistance to the idea. "Fine, fine! I'm just glad none of the boys can see this." Not least because she actually did have a bit of practice at this sort of thing. In her current state of mind, telling that to Levy probably wouldn't be a great idea...

And so, Lucy climbed on top of the table, not finding this action especially strange. There wouldn't be enough space in the room to dance properly anyway, what with all the piles of books strewn all over the place. It wasn't just because, if she were to properly belly dance, she'd have to be on a stage where her audience would get to see her in all her glory as she strutted her stuff, flaunted her assets, made them critically aware of exactly how blazing hot and starkly cute she was.

Lucy began by putting her hands on top of her head and slightly shifting her weight, testing out the table's ability to hold her. It seemed sturdy enough, so she decided to go a bit more experimental, lifting one leg and waving her arms out to the side, deliberately making her breasts bounce under her clothes with each action. She rocked her hips to and fro, watching Levy's response the entire time. Her friend's eyes were utterly fixated upon Lucy's navel, to the point that Lucy might actually believe her friend was, somehow, being entranced by her belly.

To test this out she turned her back while watching over her shoulder, and Levy continued to watch Lucy's waist and hips - and maybe even her butt - while having this weirdly intense yet glassy gaze in her eyes. It was eerie, A little creepy. And yet, she still wasn't sure. Besides, she was starting to get into rhythm, why should she stop dancing now? Another spin, then she kicked a leg out and spread her arms out wide, a smile creeping onto her face before she raised her hands upwards and kept on spinning, lowering her body into a seated position directly in front of Levy, where she could easily close her friend's gaping mouth by simply flicking upwards with her index finger.

"Figure out anything?" Lucy asked - and then, as if in response to this, her stomach let out an ominous growl. Her eyes lifted to the clock and - that was the time? They'd been doing this for hours already!

"I suppose we do need to get some food..." Levy admitted, albeit with great reluctance. "Bah, after we've eaten I'll try dancing next, and maybe you'll notice something that I didn't?"

Honestly, at this point Lucy wasn't sure that would be the case. The little skip in Levy's step almost made it seem to her like she was looking forward to getting the chance to strut her stuff, which was very much unlike her. Maybe there was something to this after all...? Or was something else affecting her? Whatever the case may be, Lucy knew she'd have to keep a close eye on her.

Gurgle!

Uh, but first, food. That was definitely a priority right now!

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If you want to talk about open secrets in the Fairy Tail guild, then probably the top one was... That Laki actually dyed her hair. Lavender hair didn't just come naturally, especially in that shade, but she sure played it off like it was totally real.

The second most open secret was that Juvia had a crush on Gray. Why was it second? Because the boy himself seemed oblivious to it. This was quite frustrating for the pretty water mage, but not half as frustrating as the fact that he, as a potent ice mage, tended to strip down at random intervals because he found his clothes too stifling.

Can you imagine what that's like? You're sitting at your place of work, chatting with your friends, and across the room the one you have the hots for takes it off. Takes it all off. For no apparent reason. Right there. In front of your eyes. In front of everyone. Then he does it the next day, and the next, and the next, showing off his fine chiselled physique, gleaming with sweat that you could almost taste if you just reached out and -

You get the idea. At this point Juvia didn't really need to use her imagination all too much if she decided to indulge in a little self pleasure. Very precious little was left to the imagination at this point. For a long time she told herself that she could handle it, she was on top of it, she was fine. Eventually he would notice her and feelings would bloom. Eventually he would return her affections and they could be together.

'Eventually' wasn't coming soon enough, and neither was she.

Oh, the things she had tried to get his attention. She'd worn skimpier clothing. She'd worn a remarkably sexy bikini during their misadventure at the water park. Hell, she'd even contrived to have them trapped in a cave together for four hours, in their underwear, and all he'd wanted to do was practise his poker face because he was going to be having a game against Natsu, Gajeel and Warren the next weekend, and that game ended about five minutes in after Natsu accused Warren of reading their minds, the whole thing blew up out of all proportion and then the next day the guild had to pay to help repair the hall they had been playing in.

No, she wasn't frustrated by that! Don't be daft, haven't you been paying attention? She's frustrated because the boy she liked wasn't paying her attention at all! Try to keep up!

Anyway. Today, Juvia had a foolproof plan. She was wearing what looked like her ordinary clothes. You know. The blue fur rimmed hat, the equally blue smock that technically covered her entire body but also clung to it just tightly enough that, while not indecent, gave a really good solid idea of what she looked like under it? Yeah, that outfit.

Well. That particular outfit was not what she was wearing. Not exactly. This was a breakaway costume! Kukuku, do you see it? Do you comprehend what she has come up with? It truly is brilliant you know! If her darling Gray was so enthralled by the urge to strip down - then she would strip down right alongside him! Yes, yes! It was a sublime plan. If mere skin alone would not entice him, then she would utilise a devastating combo strategy.

'Shared interest' combined with 'enticing female body'. What man could resist?

"Oops, Juvia is a little too hot today," she said, experimenting her little performance by peeling off a section of cloth around her stomach. Nothing too lewd about -

"Yooooooou!" a voice screamed from somewhere down the corridor. Juvia turned just in time to see Levy, frothing at the mouth, eyes bulging out of her sockets, dashing directly at her like a freight train.

"L-levy? Did Juvia do something - Eeeek!"

Who knew that this girl was so strong? She'd deadlifted Juvia right over her shoulder without breaking pace, carrying her off before Juvia could even react. Huh? What? Why was Levy taking Juvia back to her room all of a sudden?!

She found herself sitting on a chair in the middle of Levy's quite untidy room. Books strewn about all over the place. Juvia opened her mouth to protest, but there was this look in Levy's eyes of total suspicion that honestly sent a strange chill down Juvia's spine. What was this feeling? This intensity, this fear!

"You're one of them, aren't you?" Levy asked. She flicked the light off, and lit a candle instead, then made this weird twisty motion with her hips. Oh no, had Levy come to the wrong conclusion? Did she think that Juvia was trying to seduce Gajeel? That was insane! Even thinking of the possibility was insane! Who would be crazy enough to think that! "Yeah, I can see it. The way you're staring at my tummy. Staring at my grinding... mmmm... grinding tummy, you're totally entranced."

Or... Uh? This was really weird. What was happening here? Why was Levy dancing like that? Granted, Juvia didn't know that she could move like that. Making her body almost flow like water, displaying a keen sense of muscle control the likes of which she'd not encountered from the bookworm before. Levy placed her hands right on her flat stomach and her fingers made a heart shape around her belly button. She did something with her stomach muscles that made the navel look like it was pulsating towards Juvia in a strange manner.

"S-See, you can't stop yourself, you see hips moving and booty shaking and your mind turns as soft as my thighs!" Levy decreed. She shimmied her body around, and hooked a thumb into the top of her tiny shorts to push them down, until her pelvic line was barely visible. Levy's butt nearly hit the ground as she squatted low, and then swirled up like a tornado with her tummy somehow in focus the entire time. Levy did everything but actually straddle Juvia's lap in an attempt to make that belly button the focal point of Juvia's vision, which meant the blue-haired, totally not-hypnotised cutie did a lot of rhythmic thrusts and wiggly belly touches to make it happen.

"So? When did you fall under?" Levy asked. When Juvia tried to look up at her face, Levy grabbed the side of her head and forced her to stare directly at her stomach, inches from her eyes. "When did they get you?"

"When did who get Juvia?" she asked in total confusion. "Levy is being very strange today!"

"Strange?" Levy countered. Oh gosh, she was shifting closer now! If Juvia inhaled sharply, her nose would be inside Levy's navel! "Or canny? Unpredictability is how you get around sneaks like this!"

"Juvia still doesn't know what you mean! Let Juvia go, all Juvia wanted to do was seduce Gray!"

"A likely story!" Levy said. "Walking around, peeling off your clothes around your stomach... Why, I bet you were going to try 'seducing' him with a bellydance weren't you? A needy grindy bellydance, grinding away his thoughts, just like my belly is... urgh, grinding down yours! So good! Ahhh, it's soooo good, I bet that if I hadn't seen through it I'd be under their spell already too!"

Anyone not believing that Juvia was about to seduce Gray was like not believing Erza was about to utterly fucking demolish the cake put in front of her, or dismissing the possibility that Lucy was going to get all her clothes stripped off her by the end of the day in a manner that, while embarrassing, satisfied the censors to a PG13 standard.

Speaking of Lucy, a certain someone turned on the main light to the room and stood there tapping her foot impatiently, like a mother finding their teenage son in bed with that one girl that everyone knew was trouble, but he couldn't seem to keep away from even though he'd barely avoided jail time the last three times they'd hooked up and she'd got a fun little 'get rich scheme' that was unambiguously on the wrong side of the law.

This is a pretty specific expression, but you can pretty easily imagine Lucy's mood right now, can't you? It's a good thing Levy didn't have a middle name or Lucy would probably be using it right now. "Levy, I've put up with your weird obsession today, but this is too much!" She stepped forward and tweaked her friend's ear, hauling her off Juvia's lap. "I'm so sorry Juvia I don't know what's gotten into her today."

"No, no, Juvia doesn't really mind too much..." Juvia said. "Juvia is just... confused."

"But Lucy, she's one of them! Look at her!" Levy said, gesturing to Juvia's bare tummy. "Walking around like that! Showing off her fit, sexy stomach to anyone who might dare to look! Oohhhh, it's such a hot belly, she'll have us all smothering it in smoochies before we know it!"

"I'll grant, she does have an extremely alluring..." Lucy began, then trailed off as she tilted her head to get a better look at Juvia's exposed stomach. As she wasn't nearly as far along as Levy, she snapped out of this after a mere ten seconds or so of staring with absolute wanton lust. "Anyway, you can't just kidnap people with exposed stomachs and interrogate them!"

"B-But we need leads! This belly dancing cult must be stopped!"

"Levy! I don't think there is a belly dancing cult!" Lucy said. "It's all in your head! Urgh! I don't know where you've got this from, but -"

"Um, pardon Juvia!" Juvia had her hand raised. "But you've been talking about 'belly dancing'. Is that the strange dance Levy was doing"?

Both Lucy and Levy pulled apart just then to return their attention to Levy's impromptu prisoner. Not that she could likely hold Juvia for particularly long if it really came down to it. Juvia could probably escape in about seventeen seconds or so if she got serious with Levy.

Anyway, the two of them looked around nervously. "Well, I didn't see all of it," Lucy said. "Was she sort of dancing like this?"

Ah, Lucy had put her hands behind her head and started to make the same grinding motion. Although, in Juvia's opinion, it was a superior overall dance to Levy's. In Lucy's case, she was not merely making excellent use of her stomach muscles, she was putting her whole body into it. Not content to move only her midriff, she was also bouncing her shoulders and waving her arms, causing some interesting reactions underneath her shirt. She gracefully spun around in place, reminding Juvia of a flowing river as viewed from above in how smooth and fluid her movements were.

"Well, my dance was more like..." Levy began, and then repeated what she had been doing. Which seemed a bit simpler, but in its own way enthralling. Compared to Lucy's dance it was almost cute. The way that she was putting all of her emphasis and focus onto her hips, grinding them extremely suggestively - but not quite as gracefully as Lucy. It wasn't quite as refined a technique, and that's what made it cute and adorable while Lucy's dance was hot and sizzling.

Juvia rose to her feet, her mind awhirl with possibility. This dance was quite blatantly very sensual in nature. The more that Juvia thought about it, the more obviously it was intended to be some form of seductive technique. Yes... Yes! Levy's behaviour being weird was a little off putting, but on the other hand...

Juvia watched them closely, and gave her own hips a bit of a shoogle. "Oh, so it's like this?" she asked. "Juvia thinks she understands.But Juvia is still not sure why Levy was panicking so much about it?"

""o-Oh, there's a sneaky mage going around brainwashing -" Levy began, trying and failing to mimic Lucy's obviously better dance.

"Allegedly brainwashing," Lucy interjected without missing a beat. Or a step, for that matter, as she entered Levy's personal space and started to grind up against her body.

Levy didn't seem too happy about that, but... "Allegedly brainwashing people into being their super-submissive, stomach-sucking, hip-hugging, belly dance-obsessed slaves!" Levy ground back into Lucy, not backing down at all. The two friends had electricity sparking through the limited air between them - but something about this proximity must be passing off to Levy, as her own body became a touch more fluid in its movements as time went on.

"Oh," Juvia said. "Well, Levy was belly dancing before. Doesn't that mean she's been brainwashed already?"

"No!" Levy said, with all the indignity of one who has been calling others sheep, without realising that they have been bleating the words of others for quite a while now. "I'm fully aware of the conspiracy, and trying to uncover it! That's not to their... oh wow Juvia, you're really working that body!"

"Thank you, Juvia thinks she is getting the hang of this now," Juvia said. "Thank you both, this has given Juvia much food for thought. Juvia will have to rethink her plan to seduce Gray."

"And we'll rethink our investigation. Right, Levy?" Lucy nudged Levy with her elbow, and in response to that Levy puffed out her cheeks and was so close to Lucy by now that the two of them were practically grappling rather than dancing. "Sorry again, Juvia! Uh, if you do notice anything weird, could you tell us? It'll keep Levy happy if you do."

Yes, yes, of course. The whole idea of brainwashing others with this weird form of dancing was blatant nonsense that had wormed its way into Levy's head for some bizarre reason. However, Juvia could see the potential of it in her own way. If she could dance like that for Gray... show off her body, let him become fully aware of how flexible she was... it would surely be the ideal way to seduce him!

Yes, that would be the trick. That would be the very thing that she should do! And there would be absolutely no drawbacks or downsides at all, certainly not making him a complete slave to a growing hypnotic belly dancing cult!