"Okay, we need to think about this rationally, Lelouch," Suzaku said, gulping and looking at the green-haired sex genie who was taunting them simply by existing in such a sexy body. "The mission briefing I was given said the terrorists were going to release an aphrodisiac."
"So your first instinct was to jump on top of me?" Lelouch asked.
"I was trying to protect you," Suzaku muttered. "I mean, I know the shippers like to pair us up, but, guh, never mind. What I'm trying to say is, maybe we're still affected, but just mentally."
"You're saying it's a hallucination we're experiencing right now," Lelouch commented. The green-haired woman tilted her head coyly. "That would mean your gas mask didn't work."
"I might not have been quick enough," Suzaku replied.
"I didn't say it was necessarily a bad thing. If that is the case, I would like to high five my imagination, because what I'm seeing in front of me is absolutely stunning."
"Oh, you're too kind," the sex genie said with a girlish giggle. "Just for that, you go first." Lelouch stared at her for a moment, and a bead of sweat went down the side of his head. Clearly, if this was a hallucination, then Suzaku and Lelouch were somehow sharing it, because he noticed a brief look of jealousy break across his long-lost friend's face. Lelouch was usually very quick-witted, but he was stunned into silence as his fantastical hallucination began to pose. The straitjacket limited her movement options somewhat, but she was still able to come up with an intensely erotic pose that involved her spreading her legs and showing off that amazing rear of hers at the same time. With her back twisting at an angle usually only seen in terrible comic book covers, her tightly-bound breasts jumped out towards Lelouch as well. The look was completed with a cum-hither look on her face as the most seductive pairs of eyes stared down at Lelouch.
"Well, far be it from me to refuse a lady…" At this point he may as well go along with this drug-induced euphoria. There was no way he was going to experience bliss like this again, especially not if he was caught by either side of this messed-up conflict. He didn't even mind that he was sporting an obvious hard-on while standing so close to his male friend. His straight, male friend, he mentally said, reaffirming his own sexuality as well. The next question was, how was he to actually get with the green-haired woman, when she was wearing that concealing, yet revealing outfit?
It turns out that lust was a very good tool for fogging up Lelouch's intelligent brain, because the woman had a completely different idea in mind. She still approached Lelouch, sauntering her hips in a way that the ass-lover appreciated beyond words, with his eyes following her every step, wishing she could somehow walk backwards so he could better view her rump. He'd settle for what he could, of course. Not that this could be considered 'settling' by any definition of the word. If that nonsense about relationships were true, this woman would always be the settler, because he wasn't sure how anyone would be able to match her beauty, male or female.
So, he was forever grateful when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a deep French kiss. It reminded Lelouch of the first time he ever tasted a candy bar, the flavor in his mouth was so sweet that it almost hurt, and as their tongues touched his libido went into overdrive. That part was not like the first time he ever tasted a candy bar. If it had been, Lelouch needed even more therapy he'd refuse to get. He felt her breasts press against his chest, and mentally thanked her for being strong enough to support his lanky body, because that's when his legs started to give out. The finishing blow came when she reached down and grabbed hold of Lelouch's surprisingly-firm butt, giving it a good squeeze. Unexpected, he had to admit, but he didn't hate it in the least.
When the sex genie grabbed Lelouch's rump, something happened to the dark-haired young man. Images flashed through his mind at a rapid pace, starting with a blue tint and changing to a pinkish-white after a few seconds. Lelouch felt like he was hovering in the air, some sort of void in his mind, completely blank except for color. But, gradually, his vision returned to him, and he was able to make out shapes. Curvy shapes. Curvy, rounded shapes. Shapes that bounced. Shapes that jiggled. Shapes that swayed. He blinked once, and realized he was levitating in the middle of an entire display of asses.
There were butts as far as his eyes could see, and likely backsides that stretched out for miles beyond that. Eggshell white rumps that belonged to shut-in goths who gorged on black coffee daily. Toned pink booties that got the perfect amount of exercise to ensure the cheeks sat high and proud. Delicious tan tushes that spent considerable amounts of time under oiled and lotioned hands so they looked as enticing as possible. Thick, doughy, dark hindquarters that wobbled just by looking at them. Every shade and every size he could think of, each one amazing and splendid to look at in their own way.
It was a hypnotic display of dancing and twerking, even if all he saw were the butts themselves and not the rest of the bodies attached to them. He could feel drool collecting in his mouth. How did she know? How did this woman he'd just met know that he had a fetish for asses that could barely be contained in his frail body? Because she was a hallucination, he figured, this was all part of his imagination going haywire from the gas he'd been exposed to.
Nope!
Oh, he thought to himself. Then that meant this woman did exist, and she was so mindbendingly good at seduction that she was messing with his brain just by making out with him.
Closer.
Then, he'd need a moment more to process it. Thankfully, time seemed to have come to a halt as the woman pulled him into a tighter embrace, and Lelouch's view of all those butts got even grander, like they were closing in on him. But, instead of being afraid, he was exhilarated. What a way to go, he thought, seeing them all cascade upon him like a meteor shower of jiggly, rounded backsides. They collided with him, and Lelouch felt like they were flowing through the very core of his being. He gasped in a breath as he felt something tingle in his heart, a reverberation that spread to his fingertips and lingered in his left eye. The black-haired boy felt something fill him up, his mind surged with knowledge. Energy. Power.
Oh, you figured it out now, have you?
"Yes," Lelouch replied. "I like butts, and I cannot deny it."
And now they are yours to command. Any way you see fit. How big they are. How soft they are. How sensitive they get. How they move. Yours to control and enjoy. You're able to mold the butt of anyone you see in any way your imagination will allow, and they'll be helpless, powerless to resist. Some may even enjoy it.
"This power," Lelouch whispered. He felt so invigorated by the power that flowed through his body, it made him feel superhuman. A literal, superheroic representation of an assman. The terror that twerks in the night. The pervert who gropes by the day. "It's miraculous."
Now be honest, what's more miraculous, this power I've blessed you with, or this?
"What's 'thi-'" Before he could finish that thought, the sex genie squeezed his butt, did a little twist with her tongue, and Lelouch crumpled to the ground with the most mindblowing orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life. Suzaku watched as Lelouch began the recovery process, tilting his head as he swore he saw several grass skirt-wearing butts hula-dancing around Lelouch's head.
"Now then," the woman said, cracking her neck and looking at Suzaku. "What to do with you?"
"Huh guh buh bee a wha buh uh?"
"You have such a way with words," the woman noted. "So perhaps you need… oh yes… a real way to show women what you really mean. They say body language is 90% of communication, let's make yours 500% of the equation. You've already got the body…" she mused, running her hands all over his chest. His very firm, masculine chest. Suzaku tried to sputter out some words, but his muscles weren't responding right. He tried to step back and his hand just flew to her shoulder instead, and while he attempted to use that position to try and push her back, he just grazed against her breast for a moment instead.
"Your friend got the power. Now you need the touch," she cooed, grasping his hands and pushing her chest forward until his chin was resting in her tits. Just like she did with Lelouch, she entered a deep tongue-kiss with the brown-haired young men, sending him to a world of fantasy.
"Huh," Lelouch mused, slowly coming out of his stupor. "Did I have that faraway look while she was doing that to me? I suppose having your entire being empowered does tend to do that." He wasn't sure what was happening to Suzaku, but he trembled at her touch, just like he had, and when the sex genie pulled back, he fell to the ground just like Lelouch had. Except, Suzaku's soldier training kicked in at the last moment and he was able to support himself on all fours, instead of just curling up in a heap like the chess-player and ass-lover.
"Mm," the woman said, thumbing both sides of her lips and then sucking the digit clean. "God, the two of you are going to get so much action. You don't even know."
"Why did you… give us these gifts?" Lelouch asked.
"Sex genie," was all the answer he received.
"Halt, everyone stop right there!" came a domineering voice that was incredibly forceful and seductive at the same time. The three turned to see another woman, but only Suzaku recognized her. She looked exactly the same as she had before, huge bust and all, but the brown-haired man couldn't help but feel her beauty felt a bit diminished in the presence of the woman who made him climax without even grasping his erection. She was followed by the rest of her squad, a quartet of loyal soldiers who were all pointing guns at the trio.
"I should have known an Honorary scum like you would be working with the enemy," the commander stated, sneering at Suzaku specifically. "I'll see you drawn and quartered for this. Naked," she specified.
"Commander!" Suzaku stood up as fast as he could, wincing when he realized he was already starting to get hard again. Damn, he had good stamina, Lelouch thought, mentally taking that thought and stomping it into the ground with iron boots. "This is a misunderstanding, I-"
"What's misunderstood here is you not knowing where your place is," she replied, pulling out that riding crop of hers and smacking it in her hand. "Now, all of you, get down-"
"Enough of this," Lelouch shouted, marching out in front of Suzaku. "This has obviously gone on far enough, you don't know your place here, miss. Standing there with that body and that riding crop, there's clearly only one thing you should be doing, and it hasn't even crossed your mind, has it?"
"What are you talking about?" she snarled.
"I'm talking about taking that little piece of leather and smacking your ass with it until your rump turns red! I, Lelouch vi Britannia, command you, use that crop on your own backside until you can't take it anymore!" The commander stared at Lelouch as if he were insane, but then an insane smile came to her face. She reached up with her free hand and pulled down on the zipper keeping her uniform together. She pulled it down all the way to the bottom, eventually revealing the cleavage of her butt crack, and then bent forward, still smiling.
"Yes, my lord!" she said, and then she began to paddle her rump like there was no tomorrow. The riding crop smacked her cheeks at a rapid pace, as fast as she could swing her arm up and down. The sound of leather smacking firm butt cheeks rippled through the building, as the four men behind her got to see their commander make an absolute ass out of herself. Lelouch smirked, looking down at his hand and cackling madly, the power rush filling him with glee. He knew he should take advantage of this distraction to run away, but he had to take in the sight along with the others. The soldiers looked like they'd be mesmerized for quite a while, so he could afford to savor the sight of those delicious butt cheeks turning ever more pink, swelling up bit by bit from the repeated smacks of the riding crop.
This was what life was about, watching a woman use her beautiful ass for immense pleasure. Sure, the riding crop constantly making her butt sting wasn't the most pleasurable thing in the world, but for a woman like this, who clearly had a good amount of endurance, she'd be at it for a long while. That heat would build up as her butt cheeks grew more red than a tomato, eventually bringing her to climax. She already seemed to be enjoying it, though he wasn't sure if that was a byproduct of him using his power, or some deep-seated longing simply ecstatic to be forced out into the public eye. Whatever the reason, her reputation would be ruined after this, all because she had to mess with Lelouch, a bonafide assman.
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