Quickie: Avenging Love (2nd Person Fate MC fic) (Patreon)

 (Contains Mind Control and Sluttification)

"Hey, Master, what are you wasting time for?"

Oh? Hm. You were delaying a bit, weren't you? It can't be helped, really. After all, you have a bit of a problem.

"Quit staring at me and get on with it! Geeze, do I have to do everything? I already killed the other servants; do you really need me to go pick up a cup as well?" The Dark Jeanne pauses, and then smiles in that savage way you have come to dread. "Or maybe you need a little encouragement?"

Black flames crawl over the back of her jacket, making it all too clear what she means. Which just makes the issue more obvious, really.

It's not like you meant to summon an Avenger! Really, a Saber or an Archer would have been nice. A normal servant, you know? But instead something went weird with the ritual - you should have seen that coming, honestly - and you ended up with some strange twisted copy of Jeanne D'Arc. An Avenger type servant who possesses am endless hatred for the world, and everything in it. It's a wonder that she didn't burn you to a crisp there and then... But, as it turns out, she wants the grail. She has a wish to make. So for the time being she's accepted you as her master... Though you have this sinking feeling that once she gets her hands on the grail, that time will be up.

On the plus side, it turns out Avenger servants are really strong. She won the holy grail war easily! But now you're standing before the grail itself - something she needs you to claim before she can use it - and you're starting to wonder if this was such a great idea after all. She's going to wish for something nasty. Like for France to erupt into flames or something. It's part of her nature. Plus, she'll probably incarnate in a real body and start a savage campaign of murder and annihilation - starting with you, of course.

None of these things are especially great for you.

"Master." Her voice is low, and you can see the veins on her temples throbbing even though she's trying to smile. She's never been a great actor, your servant. "I'm starting to run out of patience..."

Welp. Damn, you were going to use your wish to do something really special and impressive, no doubt... But you'd better take care of this. With a sigh, you reach forward and grasp the powerful relic with outstretched hands. You don't have long here. Jeanne Alter is fast, she snatches the holy cup from you as soon as you have it. You didn't have much time to think of an appropriate wish.

So you kind of just went with the first thing that jumped into your head.

'I wish Jeanne Alter was my loving Sex Slave.'

Turns out you're a real perv under pressure. Who knew?

You didn't speak your wish out loud - you're not insane - and as you turn to watch Jeanne cackling over the grail, you're not even sure it worked. Nothing seems different about her. Wouldn't something have changed? Maybe it's time to start thinking about how you may have just doomed the world.

But then she stops, frowning. She hasn't made her wish yet. Something is bothering her. She's blinking, one hand rubbing the side of her head, like she's trying to clear her thoughts. Her frown grows deeper. "What... what am I...?"

She trails off. As you watch, the tension that runs through her, has always been there since you summoned her, fades. Her arms lower to hang limply at her sides as her eyes lose focus. "N-no, I'm not... I won't..." She mumbles, trying to fight whatever has taken hold of her. But her feeble resistance doesn't last long before the might of the grail, and soon even her mouth goes slack, her eyes glowing pink as the mind behind them is remolded.

It's not a very visible process from the outside. You imagine Jeanne Alter is trying to resist, but there are signs she's falling. The pink glow in her eyes. The way her clothes suddenly burst into flame and vanish, leaving her standing naked before you, aside from her jacket. The way her body starts to stand at attention, her nipples stiffening, her nether lips beginning to drip.

You don't waste the opportunity. Your servant is pretty damn hot, when she's not being literally hot, and this is the first time you've gotten to see her nude. It's a lovely sight to drink in in what might be your final moments if she breaks the grail's power.

But you don't think that's going to be happening. A slow, dopey smile is starting to spread over her face. Drool is leaking down her chin, but she doesn't care. She's too busy staring at you with the most adoring expression you've ever seen. Yeah, it looks like her resistance is crumbling. Any second now, she's going to-

Your thought is interrupted as suddenly your servant erupts into a tower of pink flame.

At first you think it's an attack, and you jump back. But then you realize there's no heat, and the flames remain centered on Jeanne. Could it be that her black fires of rage have been replaced by pink fires of lust? It seems extraordinary, but perhaps that's the case, as you watch your Avenger's body begin to change though the flames. Her breasts burst outward, swelling and practically doubling in size, now both far bigger than her head, while her ass plumps up at near the same rate, until she has a very nicely stacked hourglass frame. In her eyes, you see her pupils vanish, replaced by pink hearts. And as the flames settle, they curl around her, funky forming a new, incredibly short dress that hides nothing.

No, really, it doesn't cover below her waist, and nor does it cover her breasts. It's basically just a stylish waist warmer.

"Master," she pants, still staring at you with desire as she begins to wantonly grope herself. "I hope you don't mind your humble slave using her wish to obtain the perfect body to please you~"

Hm. Damn, you did still kind of want that wish. But this isn't bad. She sure does have a killer body now. Maybe you can go chasing after another grail war, get a new wish that way. You can even bring your now-permanent servant along, see what those pink flames do to other heroic spirits...

Yeah, why not. And in the meantime... You beckon to Jeanne, and smile as she readily scampers over and drops to her knees before you, already creating a small puddle of lust on the floor beneath her. It's time you found some better uses for her smart mouth... 

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A quick piece inspired by a friend of mine doing a spot of art for everyone's favorite Avenger!