Fusion Of Destiny: 00. Embracing The Unknown (Patreon)

Synopsis:

Heroes once confined to their respective timelines now found themselves crossing paths with one another, their stories intertwining in ways never before imagined. It was a time of both wonder and uncertainty as heroes from different eras and legends coexisted in this new reality, in the place called Chaldea.

Among these heroes was Astolfo, a knight of unparalleled bravery and unwavering loyalty. He found himself drawn into a series of events that would forever alter the course of his destiny. As a servant himself, he had witnessed firsthand the power and magic that bound the world together. But nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness.

Story:

I had been on my way to meet Master, a matter of some importance weighing on my mind, when I stumbled upon an unexpected scene. There, in the dimly lit corridor, stood Illya and Lancer Artoria. My initial impulse was to greet them, to offer a friendly smile and inquire about their well-being. But before I could utter a word, the atmosphere shifted. In that moment, my curiosity outweighed any desire for social niceties, and I found myself retreating into the shadows, unnoticed by the two figures, as brilliant light engulfed them both.

I was captivated by the extraordinary scene unfolding before my eyes. Now there was only Illya, a young mage, standing amidst a whirlwind of dazzling light, her form undergoing a metamorphosis of immense proportions. It was a sight that both intrigued and unsettled me.

As the brilliance of the light intensified, I could discern the strain etched on Illya's face, the anguish of her body adapting to the merging of her essence with that of Lancer Artoria. It was a transformation of unparalleled magnitude.

As the light began to dim and the transformation reached its climax, I couldn't help but wonder about the implications of what I had witnessed. Could such a fusion of souls hold the key to unlocking untapped potential within myself? The thought lingered in the back of my mind, a tantalizing possibility that begged further exploration.

As Illya now fused with the body of Lancer Artoria left the place, I found myself standing alone in the dimly lit corridor. My gaze fell upon the object they had left behind—the Kaleido Ruby. It lay glimmering on the ground, a silent witness to the extraordinary events that had unfolded moments before.

Without a second thought, I tucked the ruby into the folds of my cloak and slipped away from the scene, careful to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. I made my way through the corridors of Chaldea, my thoughts consumed by the possibilities that lay before me. What secrets did the Kaleido Ruby hold? And could its power be the key to fulfilling my deepest desire—to unlock the potential within myself and become the woman I've always wanted to be?

As I wandered through the corridors of Chaldea, lost in my thoughts, the weight of the Kaleido Ruby tucked away in my cloak served as a constant reminder of the mysteries that surrounded me. With each step, I found myself drawn deeper into contemplation, pondering the enigmatic powers of the object I now possessed.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the silence of my mind, startling me out of my reverie. It was the Ruby—its tone playful yet tinged with a hint of mischief.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the Ruby chimed in, its presence felt more keenly than ever. "Seems like someone's got a secret desire burning within them, hmm?"

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the Ruby's intrusion into my thoughts. "What do you mean?" I asked cautiously, unsure of what to make of this unexpected interaction.

The Ruby chuckled, its amusement palpable even in the confines of my mind. "Oh, come now, Astolfo dear," it teased, its words laced with a hint of sarcasm. "I can see it written all over your face. You long for transformation, don't you? To become the woman you've always dreamed of?"

A blush crept up my cheeks at the Ruby's astute observation, my discomfort growing with each passing moment. "I... I suppose you could say that," I admitted reluctantly, feeling a strange mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

The Ruby's laughter echoed in my mind, its playful demeanor belying the gravity of our conversation. "Well, my dear, you're in luck," it declared, its voice brimming with false cheerfulness. "With my power, you can achieve that and so much more. Just imagine—the world at your fingertips, all your desires within reach."

Despite the Ruby's enticing words, a nagging sense of doubt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Could I truly trust this enigmatic Mystic Code, with its penchant for manipulation and deception?

As I grappled with my inner turmoil, the Kaleido Ruby emerged from the confines of my cloak, its form shimmering with an ethereal glow. I watched in fascination as it floated before me, a tantalizing promise of untold power and transformation.

Before I could fully process this new development, a figure appeared before me, cutting through the haze of uncertainty. It was Jeanne d'Arc, her presence commanding yet serene as she approached with a sense of purpose.

"Jeanne..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before me.

The Ruby, sensing an opportunity, spoke up once more, its tone dripping with mischief. "Ah, perfect timing, my dear Astolfo," it purred, its words filled with a sinister undertone. "Let us experiment, shall we? We'll use Jeanne's body to give you what you desire."

I recoiled at the suggestion, my mind racing with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Experiment? Use Jeanne's body? The implications of such a proposal sent a shiver down my spine, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.

But the Ruby seemed undeterred by my hesitation, its gaze fixed on Jeanne with a predatory gleam. "What do you say, Astolfo?" it coaxed, its voice honeyed yet laced with a dangerous edge. "Are you ready to embrace your true self, to become the woman you've always longed to be?"

I stood frozen in place, torn between the allure of the Ruby's promise and the overwhelming sense of apprehension that gripped me. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, and yet, deep down, I knew that I could not turn back now.

With a resolve born of curiosity and a desire for adventure, I squared my shoulders and met the gaze of the Ruby head-on. "Well, why not?" I said with a cheerful grin, my voice filled with optimism despite the tumult raging within me. "Let's give it a try! After all, what's life without a little mischief and adventure, right?"

As I held the Kaleido Ruby in my hands, its pulsating energy sending a thrill through my veins, I aimed it towards Jeanne, the intensity of the moment palpable in the air.

Jeanne's brows furrowed in confusion as she took a step back, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Astolfo, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. "Are you trying to become a magical girl or something?"

I chuckled nervously, my fingers tightening around the Ruby's smooth surface. "Well, you could say that," I replied vaguely, the weight of uncertainty heavy in my chest.

The Ruby, sensing my hesitation, whispered words of encouragement in my mind, its tone coaxing yet insistent. "Don't be afraid, Astolfo," it murmured, its voice a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "Embrace your true self, and together, we will unlock the power that lies within."

I closed my eyes and focused on the swirling energy coursing through my veins. I unleashed its energy towards Jeanne, she reacted with lightning reflexes, summoning forth her protective aura in an attempt to deflect the attack. But to our astonishment, the energy bypassed her defenses with ease, its trajectory unchanged.

Jeanne's eyes widened in alarm as she realized the danger too late. "No, stop!" she cried out, her voice echoing with desperation as she reached out futilely towards the Ruby's radiant glow. But it was too late. In an instant, Jeanne disappeared into the brilliant haze, her form dissolving into the swirling currents of magic as it engulfed her in a blinding flash of light.

Confusion gripped me as I turned to the Ruby, my voice laced with concern. "What happened?" I demanded, my heart racing with uncertainty. "Why didn't I absorb Jeanne like Illya did with Lancer Artoria?"

The Ruby's response came swift and cryptic, its voice echoing in the recesses of my mind. "Her Saint Graph... it's that of a Ruler," it explained, its tone tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Perhaps it's taking time for her essence to dissolve within you."

A sense of unease washed over me at the Ruby's words, a gnawing feeling of doubt creeping into the corners of my mind. What if I had made a mistake? What if Jeanne's essence was too powerful for me to handle?

But before I could dwell on these troubling thoughts, a strange sensation began to wash over me. It started as a faint tingling at the tips of my fingers, then spread throughout my entire body like a ripple on the surface of a pond. It was as if my very essence was being rewritten, reshaped by forces beyond my understanding.

As the transformation unfolded, I couldn't help but notice the changes taking place within me. My chest began to swell, each breath causing my newfound curves to press against the fabric of my clothing, drawing my attention to the sensations coursing through my body. With a soft sigh, I let my fingers trail over the material, exposing more of my breasts to the cool air, aching for touch, yearning for release. It was an intoxicating feeling, each stroke eliciting a low moan that escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Ah, this feels incredible," I murmured to myself, my voice a breathless whisper as I reveled in the sensations coursing through my body. "I never knew transformation could be this... delicious."

But the transformation didn't stop there. My hair, once a soft pink cascade of locks, lengthened and changed in hue to match Jeanne's straw-blond mane, cascading down my back in a braid adorned with ribbons. Unable to resist the urge, I reached out to touch them, reveling in the silken texture as they caressed my skin, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake.

As the metamorphosis continued, I felt a powerful surge of femininity coursing through me, leaving me weak at the knees.

"My, my, what do we have here?" Ruby soft chuckled echoed in my mind, hovering by my side as she admired my transformation. "I must say, this new look suits you quite well, my dear Astolfo"

Despite Ruby's presence, I remained focused on the changes unfolding before me. My once-androgynous form had undergone a profound transformation, emerging as a vessel of pleasure, every curve and contour meticulously crafted to captivate any who beheld me. My fingertips traced the contours of my now fuller lips, relishing the sensation of their plush softness beneath my touch.

As my gaze drifted downward, I beheld the emergence of a newfound femininity in my lower regions. My hips, now fuller and more pronounced, swayed with a subtle allure, beckoning the gaze and touch of any fortunate enough to find themselves in my presence. And yet, amidst these profound changes, a remnant of my former self persisted - a reminder of my past existence. Though now adorned with the guise of a woman, a lingering testament to what once was remained, though diminished and transformed, my penis still present.

Lost in the marvels of my metamorphosis, I found myself drawn to my newly lush breasts, their soft curves inviting my touch. With each caress, a wave of pleasure coursed through me, igniting a primal longing that demanded satisfaction. Tracing the outline of my nipples through the fabric of my dress, I reveled in the hardened peaks that yearned for release.

"Oh, yes," I moaned softly, my voice a breathy whisper as my fingers danced across my skin. "This feels... incredible."

Yet, another part of me stirred with anticipation, a vestige of my past that hungered for attention. Without hesitation, my hand ventured downward, the delicate skin of my penis awakening beneath my touch. Each stroke elicited a surge of desire, a slow burn that threatened to consume me entirely.

"Oh, gods," I gasped, my voice a husky murmur as pleasure washed over me in waves. "This is... beyond anything I've ever imagined."

At last, succumbing to the exquisite sensations coursing through me, I surrendered to the ecstasy, my body writhing and twisting in response to the overwhelming pleasure. And as the crescendo of sensation reached its peak, I could no longer resist the inevitable release.

With a primal moan echoing through the air, I surrendered to the orgasmic bliss, my body trembling with the sheer intensity of it all.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, leaving me panting and spent, I finally became aware of a soft chuckle echoing in the recesses of my mind. It was Ruby, the mischievous Mystic Code that had orchestrated this transformative experience.

"Well, well, well," Ruby's voice chimed in, its tone tinged with amusement. "Seems like someone's enjoying their newfound form a little too much, hmm?"

I blushed furiously, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through me. "I... I couldn't help it," I stammered, feeling oddly exposed under Ruby's knowing gaze. "The sensations were just... overwhelming."

Ruby's laughter echoed in response, its presence comforting yet unsettling all at once. "Oh, I can imagine," it teased, its words laced with a hint of mischief. "But remember, dear Astolfo, this is only the beginning. With your new powers, the possibilities are endless."

I nodded, a sense of anticipation building within me. "I know," I replied, my voice filled with determination. "And I intend to make the most of them."

But as I focused on my next steps, I noticed something strange—the Ruby was gone. It had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a faint echo of its mischievous laughter. Undeterred, I pushed the thought aside, my mind buzzing with excitement at the prospect of trying out my new body.

My spirit origin, that was once tethered to the Rider class, had undergone a profound metamorphosis. Jeanne's essence now intertwined with mine, molding my identity in ways I had yet to comprehend. No longer confined to the constraints of a single class, I had transcended into something more—a Pretender, endowed with the ability to assume diverse forms and personas at will.

But it wasn't solely my class that had evolved. Surveying my transformed form, I became acutely aware of the profound changes that had taken root within me. Not only could I fully embrace my feminine side, but I also possessed the capacity to fluidly transition between genders, embodying the intricate duality of both male and female with seamless ease. It was a revelation that filled me with a sense of wonder and trepidation, underscoring the vast potential that lay dormant within.

With a newfound sense of confidence, I made my way to find my Master, eager to share this exhilarating new chapter of my existence with them. After all, what better way to explore my newfound powers than with the one who had been by my side through it all?