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Okay, this one is long, and it really shouldn't be. Sorry, the first half got... really out of hand. If you're looking for the fun stuff, I recommend skipping right to the second half ^^;

It's a story based on a sequence done by Zarvex3 - I asked for a character getting bimbofied, he responded with an amazing 9 page sequence that deserved a good story, and I wrote... Well, this, so you can be the judge on if it got one. 

As with any story I do in collaboration, this one might end up hitting the public shelves a little earlier than most of the stuff I post up here - but you guys still get it first! So enjoy your early preview, and sorry about the length ^^

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(Contains bimbofication, hypnosis, and a fair bit of statuification. And so, so, so many words.) 

It had been a long journey. The battles had been intense and hard. Every second since she’d found herself here in this strange world, she’d feared for her life and her sanity. Powers greater than any she had ever seen had clashed all around her – her survival far more due to luck than skill, though she’d needed every scrap of the latter that she had – she’d been pushed to her limits time and time again over the course of this ‘tournament’. She and all her allies…

They were gone now. It was just her left. Old companions. New friends. One by one, they’d all disappeared. Some in great heroic displays, some in shockingly sudden losses… All to get her here, to this last moment, against this last opponent. The two of them stared at one another across the dustbowl arena. It was so unlike the tournaments she’d fought in before. No screaming crowds or cheering fans. Just dust and the wind…

For a moment, Pyrrha wondered who she was – why the woman stood across from her was here. But just for a moment. A passing dalliance, a distraction she couldn’t afford. The question wasn’t important. What mattered now, here, was winning this fight. The final fight. The contest her friends had sacrificed everything to get her to.

A laugh rang out, and the red head winced. The voice behind it was all too familiar by now.

“Well well well! It’s all come down to this? How exciting!” Overhead, a blue haired witch appeared, sitting on a floating broom, her long dark dress trailing beneath her. Pyrrha blinked as she looked up at her. So this was the one who’d arranged all of this? She’d never shown herself before now. If she was coming out to watch in person then this really must be the end. “I never thought you two would be the finalists. Really now, you’re not that impressive, considering the selection of champions I brought to this world. Still, you’re here and they aren’t – I guess you were the better women! Now hurry up and finish each other off – the winner’s wish is waiting!”

Pyrrha grunted and turned back to her competition, ignoring her. The witch – the woman who’d brought them here, who’d set them against one another in this twisted battle royale, was a constant irritation. The prize she offered – a single wish for anything – was a grand one, but it wasn’t one that Mistral champion had wanted. She’d just been forced to fight because there was no alternative. But one thing was for certain – the witch never had anything helpful to say.

No. Instead, Pyrrha just focused on her opponent. And she could see the other woman was doing the same. They both took a breath, weapons ready. It was time to fight.

The path was nearly at an end, after beginning so long ago…

-

“Where- what is this?” Pyrrha looked around, her eyes widening as her surroundings became clearer. This was not the Vytal arena. And yet, she’d just stepped through the door into the arena from the fighter’s lounge – this had to be the arena. It was impossible for it not to be!

But it wasn’t. She’d memorised every configuration of terrain that the dust powered venue could create, and floating red rocky wasteland surrounded by infinite void was not one of them. It would have made the fight a bit tricky to make out for the audience. And there was no sign of her opponent – the Atlas girl, Penny – to be seen. In fact, there was no one. Just like there was no door behind her.

For a moment, Pyrrha wondered if perhaps the last few days of stress had finally caught up with her. She hadn’t slept since she’d seen what lurked in the tunnels beneath Ozpin’s tower. She hadn’t eaten properly, had barely said a word to her teammates after… What had happened. Maybe she’d passed out, her body giving up on her after everything she’d put it through. And this was just a strange dream that metaphorically represented, uh, loneliness? Doom? Or something? … Well if she was asleep then she’d best wake up right now, thank you. She didn’t have time for this.

“WELCOME!” From the darkness, a voice, female and overpoweringly loud, boomed over the wastes, driving Pyrrha back a step with its sheer force. “HOW’S EVERYBODY DOING? HAVING FUN? CONFUSED? ANNOYED? COOL, I DON’T CARE. WELCOME TO MY MULTIVERSAL BADASS BABE MEGA TOURNAMENT! THE ONLY CONTEST IN THE MULTIVERSE (at the moment) THAT’S GOING TO PROVE WHICH OF YOU HOTTIES IS TRULY THE STRONGEST ONE AROUND!”

“Wh… What?” Pyrrha stopped shielding her ears as the voice paused. What was it talking about? A tournament? Babes? Were… Were they talking about her?

“YES, THAT’S RIGHT!” And her hands went right back to covering her ears. “YOU, MY LOVELY CHAMPIONS, HAVE ALL BEEN CHOSEN TO FIGHT ON THIS MOST GRANDEST OF STAGES, FOR HONOUR AND GLORY! TO DECLARE YOURSELF THE STRONGEST IN ALL OF THE MULTIVERSE!”

“… No, thank you,” Pyrrha muttered. It was funny. If someone had made this kind of offer to her a few months ago, maybe even a few days ago, she might have jumped at it. This kind of challenge, this kind of opportunity to improve and grow, it would have sounded fantastic to her. Maybe one day it would again. But right now, the champion was really, really not feeling it. She didn’t need a taller pedestal.

Dreams could be so funny like that.

“YEAH, NO, YOU’RE ALL DOING IT. I’M NOT SENDING ANYONE HOME UNTIL I HAVE A CHAMPION. QUIT ASKING.”

Hm. Well that sounded even worse. Yeah, she was done with this. Wake up, please, Pyrrha, maybe it wasn’t too late to avoid forfeiting the actual fight she was booked for.

“SUCK IT UP BITCHES! HAH! BUT HEY – IF YOU NEED SOME ACTUAL MOTIVATION, WELL, I DIDN’T MENTION THE REAL PRIZE, DID I? THAT’S RIGHT, THE WINNER DOESN’T JUST GET TO BE THE BEST – SHE’S GOING TO GET THE BIGGEST REWARD IN EXISTENCE! ONE WISH, FULFILMET ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEED! ANYTHING YOU WANT, ANYTHING YOU NEED, I’LL REWRITE THE LAWS OF REALITY IF YOU WANT FOR ONE LIMITED TIME ONLY REQUEST! YEAH – NO, I’M SERIOUS. AN. EY. THING. THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A BIT.”

A wish? The redhead cracked one eye open, breaking her attempt at waking up through simply willing it. Hm. That was an interesting idea. What would she wish for if given the chance? To heal Amber and let her resume her duties as a maiden? No, that would just be condemning the woman to free herself from the same obligation. Maybe the destruction of every grimm on the planet? But then, there was so much they didn’t know about the grimm, or where they came from. Maybe that wouldn’t solve the problem either. 

It wasn’t like it mattered – she wasn’t going to take part in this weirdly long-lasting dream. But the thought was attractive. A real wish, like in the stories? Just think of all the people she could help…

She almost missed the voice continuing. “YEAH, THAT’S GOT SOME OF YOU INTERESTED, DOESN’T IT? OH, I CAN BACK IT UP, DON’T WORRY. I BROUGHT YOU ALL HERE, DIDN’T I? BUUUUT I SENSE THAT SOME OF YOU… A LOT OF YOU… WOW, NEARLY ALL OF YOU DON’T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL. SO THIS’LL BE REALLY SILLY AND BORING IF I DON’T FIX THAT. JUUUST HOLD ON A SEC…”

There was a snapping sound, and in the far, far distance Pyrrha thought she saw a flash of light, rolling through the heavens… 

And then she was seized by a sudden realisation, ice gripping her heart. This was real. The knowledge welled up within her like an uncorked spring. Her denials dissolved before the flood of truth, her certainty that this couldn’t be happening demolished by her sudden, undeniable conviction that it really was.

It came from nowhere, and now working with a clear head, Pyrrha could easily tell that the information had been forced into her mind. It just didn’t have the same… shape as her own normal thoughts. But that didn’t make her doubt it – no, on the contrary, it just made it all the more real, and it made the danger she suddenly realised she was in far, far more terrifying.

“THERE YOU GO. TAKING ME A BIT MORE SERIOUSLY NOW? GOOD GIRLS. WELL, THAT’S IT! UNTIL THERE’S ONLY ONE OF YOU LEFT STANDING, YOU’RE ALL STUCK HERE! SO YOU’D BETTER GET FIGHTING, BABES! I’LL BE WATCHING~”

The voice fell silent – but it had said enough. The situation was clear. Pyrrha looked around, wondering just what kind of danger waited out there in the wastes. She resisted the urge to pull in on herself, to cower or hide. She was a champion. A fighter. One of the best. She may be up against… well, she had no idea what she was up against. But she wasn’t going to face it afraid. She was going to go in at her best, and work to win. And perhaps… Just perhaps… This was a road she could take to achieve her destiny – whatever it may be.

Milo and Akuo in hand, she began walking, red dust swirling in her wake.

-

“You’re awfully young to be out here.”

Pyrrha frowned, rolling the arm holding Akuo to make sure it was light and loose. The other woman had the high ground – she was standing at the top of a short cliff, one sheer enough that the champion doubted she’d be able to run up it without the use of one of Weiss’s glyphs or gravity dust. An advantage, but not an insurmountable one.

“I didn’t choose to be,” she said simply, trying to assess the stranger. She looked rather young herself – she couldn’t be much over twenty, maybe twenty-four. Her outfit had the appearance of a uniform, if a somewhat customised one – white jacket, green shorts, solid boots, official looking shoulder pads, red half cape… It reminded her of some of the fighters she’d seen from Atlas, conformist, yet individual. “And you can’t be that old either.” Pyrrha tilted her head in question. “Are we going to fight now?”

“Hmm.” The woman shrugged, her pink hair brushing over her shoulder. “Do you want to?”

“Not really.” The redhead wasn’t speaking out of fear. She could see the woman’s weapon, a blade at her belt, and the way she carried herself. She seemed like a formidable opponent – the kind she would have enjoyed fighting under normal circumstances. These weren’t normal circumstances. “But the voice didn’t make it sound like we had much of a choice.”

Pyrrha wasn’t sure what she was expecting – but the woman smirking and shaking her head was not on the list. “Kid, take it from me – never bow to someone big and flashy just because they tell you to. It only ends badly for everyone.” She hopped down to the ground, seemingly completely unphased by the drop, offering her hand. “I don’t have any interest in doing what some voice in the wind says – especially after they kidnapped me. I’ve got better things to do with my time. And if you don’t want to fight either, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you do as well. How about we skip fighting until we have a better idea of what this place is and who’s out here?”

The champion stared at the hand with trepidation. Could she really accept that? Was this a trap of some kind? But… No. No, the woman seemed earnest. And to be honest – Pyrrha wanted her offer to be genuine. It sounded like a much better way to handle all of this than just fighting with every person she found.

“Pyrrha,” she said clasping the offered hand with her own. “I – that’s my name, I mean. Pyrrha Nikos.”

“Lightning,” the pink haired woman said with a quirk of her lips that might have been a smile. “Lightning Farron. Nice to meet you Pyrrha.”

And that was the first ally that she found in the wasteland.

-

The first battle she won in the wasteland was a much less pleasant experience. She didn’t know much about the woman who attacked them, what her name was or why she did it. All Pyrrha knew was that she wasn’t as subtle as she thought she was. The redhead caught the flash of movement that indicated an incoming attack seconds before it hit – almost an eternity in a fight.

Of course, neither she nor Lightning had lowered their guard as they journeyed across the wasteland – they didn’t trust their surroundings, and they didn’t entirely trust each other. So the shooting metal blade that blasted through the air at them bounced off Akuo - with no small amount of discomfort to the arm holding it - spinning it up into the air and landing it handle first back in the hand that threw it. 

“Heh. Nice block.” The figure said, appearing from a swirl of dust. And it was very much a figure, because underneath that much silver armour it was impossible to tell if they were a man or a woman. They seemed humanoid, at the very least, but beyond that all Pyrrha could see in them was… spikes and pointiness. And red. Lots of red. “I was starting to think I wasn’t going to have any fun out here at all!”

“Please, we’re not looking for a fight,” Pyrrha tried, but Lighting’s hand on her shoulder drew her up short.

“Sorry, Nikos. I don’t think we’re going to reach that one.” Her lips were in a thin line, her blade already in her hand. 

“Ha! At least one of you has some sense. Not looking for a fight? Then you’re in the wrong place!” The… knight? Laughed, and Pyrrha could hear the sneer in her voice. “I don’t care what you want. We’re going to fight, and then the best man – me – is going to win. That’s how tournaments work, yeah?”

“…” The champion let out a sigh, air rushing out through her nose in quiet exasperation. Right. One of those kinds of fighters. The adrenaline junkies. The ones who just wanted to fight and fight and fight. Yes, Pyrrha knew the type. There really wasn’t going to be any reasoning with her. “Very well then.”

So instead she reached out with her semblance and crushed the knight’s armour inwards, locking every joint and sealing her in an immobile tin can with a small token of willpower.

Fighting Pyrrha Nikos in full metal armour? Insanity. She really must have been from another world.

“H-hey, what the hell?! No- stop that!” The knight struggled, but it was no good. Whoever they were, they couldn’t get the leverage to move or fight. Their armour had been very strong – and now that strength served as their prison, instead of their protection. With a thought, Pyrrha lifted their fallen sword into the air, and then tossed it aside. The symbol of a defeated warrior.

“Holy crap, Nikos.” Lightning, for her part, was staring at both her and the knight-in-a-can with wide eyes. “How did you?”

“It’s Pyrrha,” the champion said, her voice just a little pleading. “Please. Just Pyrrha. And… yes. I have the power to control polarity.”

“CHEAT!” Came a roar from the knight. Pyrrha ignored it.

“… And this seemed like the most expedient resolution to our problem.”

“…” Lighting stared at her for a moment longer, before nodding. The redhead felt like she’d earned perhaps a touch more respect from the older woman. “I’m not going to argue. But what happens now? Is that good enough to count her as-“

“MORDRED PENDRAGON, KNIGHT OF TREACHERY!” The voice suddenly boomed out, forcing the two standing women to wince. “DEFEATED BY PYRRHA NIKOS! NICE WORK, CHAMP! TOO BAD FOR YOU, BETRAYER! LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE OUT!”

“No!” The knight – Mordred, was their name? – yelled, still trying to struggle. “I’m not done! I can still fight! Let me- Let me… Lehme… Huh…?”

Their voice trailed off into a confused whimper. Blinking, Pyrrha and Lightning turned to look at them – just as the armour holding her dissolved into nothingness. Along with any other clothes she might have been wearing. And she was very clearly a she – a woman that couldn’t have been much older than Pyrrha, in fact.

Pyrrha’s cheeks swiftly turned as red as her hair, and she moved to turn away, but again Lightning caught her shoulder.

“Wait,” she said, frowning. “Look.”

The champion looked at her in askance, but the soldier just gave her an uncomfortable glance, and nodded back to Mordred. Hesitantly, Pyrrha turned back around.

And saw what her companion was pointing to immediately. Mordred was naked – but seemed entirely unaware of the fact. Hell, she seemed pretty unaware of everything. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, focused on a single point of purple light that was hovering over her face as she lay on her back, her jaw hanging slack. As the pair watched, they could see a trail of drool start to leak out of the side of her mouth.

“What…” Pyrrha squinted. “What’s happening to her?”

“I’ve no clue,” Lightning muttered, sounding as uncomfortable as Pyrrha felt. “I guess this is what happens to the losers? It looks like she’s been… pacified, I guess?”

“… That’s one way of putting it.” It was accurate, to be fair. Mordred definitely looked pacified. Her eyes were even starting to glow with the same purple light that was hovering over her. “I think it’s-“

Whatever Pyrrha thought would go unsaid – she stopped talking the instant Mordred moved, taking a surprised step back and raising her shield just in case the ‘Knight of Treachery’ wanted to avenge her loss. But no – the blonde knight didn’t even seem to see her. Instead she just stood upright, and struck a pose, her hands on her hips, legs spread apart, chest thrust forward proudly – her expression a blank smile and empty, purple eyes.

There was a flash of light, so bright that both witnesses were force to look away – and when it faded, Mordred was gone. In her place was a simple, cheap looking stone statue of her – her skin and hair a uniform dark grey granite, her eyes mere empty orbs. Pyrrha and Lightning stared at it for a moment, and then at each other.

“Did she just get turned into…?” Pyrrha asked, but even as she did she could see her companion had just as many answers as she did.

“I’ve no idea,” Lightning admitted, looking… not scared, exactly, but concerned. Yes, concerned. “The only thing I know for sure right now is I don’t want the same to happen to me. Guess we’d better avoid losing, huh?”

“Yeah,” Pyrrha muttered, looking back at the still nude statue of the stupidly grinning woman, before looking away for good. “I guess we better had…”

-

Lightning didn’t have a semblance, as it turned out, or even aura, but somehow she fought with more ferocity than any hunter Pyrrha had ever seen. It helped, the champion suspected, that the woman had literal magic, though she’d never heard of any ‘Maiden’ type deal. She was, according to her, a ‘l’cie’, a human invested with power by a greater being. She didn’t like to go into it, and Pyrrha didn’t need to read minds to tell it was a touchy subject.

It didn’t really matter here. It was all too clear to both of them that this wasn’t their world – the wasteland never ended, and the sun never rose in the empty sky. Whatever matters haunted them back home hadn’t followed them. It would all wait until they got home, and that… was going to take a lot of work.

What did matter was that Lightning could fight – and in fact, once the two had learned to work with one another, their partnership made them absurd. Lightning could heal wounds and weakness with a snap of her fingers – which, it turned out, meant that Pyrrha’s aura was eternally at maximum no matter how much she exerted herself – and Pyrrha was already a champion before she was subjected to spells like haste and bravery. With them, she was annihilation given form. Pair that with the soldier’s own far from inconsiderable combat abilities and the pair ripped through any competition.

And that was before they picked up even more allies.

-

“Pyrrha, ‘destiny’ is just some power or force trying to take advantage of you. Always. They never have your interests in mind – it’s just a game to them, and you’re just a pawn. The only way to win is to break the system.”

“I’m… not sure it’s something that needs breaking,” Pyrrha sighed, tending to the campfire with a loose branch. “And I don’t see how anyone could manipulate my desire to be all that I can be.”

“You might be surprised.” Lightning was leaning back against a rock, looking relaxed – though the red head knew she was anything but. The woman had clearly spent an extended period of time dealing with threats from every direction to be wound as tightly as she was. “Hell, you told me your world is constantly on the brink of destruction thanks to those… grimm things, right? I’m thinking all that it would take is someone old and wise looking telling you he had a way for you to tip the scales and you’d throw yourself under an eidolon to do it. You’ve got too good a heart for your own sanity, kiddo.”

“…” At some point, the red head had paused in her fire duty, and the flames flickered as a result, bringing her back to herself. “I… But if it came with a chance to help people, wouldn’t it be acceptable? A good thing, even.”

Lightning cracked an eye open, peering at her suspiciously. “Don’t tell me that’s already happened.”

“… I’d rather not discuss it.” Pyrrha looked away, unsure if she was keeping the details for herself for her own sake, or because she’d been asked to keep it a secret by Ozpin.

The Soldier hissed through her teeth. “Damnit Pyrrha… Come on your Majesty, back me up here. I bet you know what I’m talking about.”

On the other side of the firepit, sat quietly with her sword by her side, a blonde knight in blue and silver looked up. “… I’m not sure how helpful I can be. I made my choice quite early in life and bound myself to it, mistake though it may have been. Manipulation or no, there was never any gain to be made by questioning my fate.” Then she looked at Pyrrha. “It was my choice, though, and I made it knowing what it would cost me. I… neglected to realise what it might cost others, though, to my eternal regret.” She tilted her head. “If I had the chance now to change things… I would. Without hesitation. So I suppose I find myself on Lightning’s when it comes to defying destiny.”

Pyrrha frowned. “I’m… sorry it turned out that way for you, Saber. But that’s what I’m saying – I don’t look at destiny like some inevitable destination. It’s something you can… can achieve, if you… Well, I suppose if you get lucky and work hard.”

“Sure, but who decides that?” Lightning sighed. “Back on my world it was a bunch of gods who decided they wanted to destroy the world and were going to force us to do it for them. Who is it who decides what your destiny is going to be?”

“… I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it,” the red head admitted. “I… Until recently I wasn’t even sure things like magic or gods were real. It just seemed like… Fate.”

“Things were rather more clear cut in my world,” Saber admitted, nodding sympathetically. “It was rather hard to deny the existence of things like fate and magic when both would constantly be trying to eat your children.”

“… Okay, her highness has trumped my world with one sentence,” Lightning admitted, “but it wasn’t that different for me. We knew about magic and gods – we just thought they were on our side until they made it clear they thought of us as little more than pets.”

Pyrrha winced. “Well I don’t think we have that problem…”

Light shrugged, and looked across the fire. “How about you? You’ve been pretty quiet.” Granted, that wasn’t unusual.

The pink haired knight across from her – and yes, Pyrrha was learning that pink hair was a lot more common in the multiverse than Remnant had prepared her for – just shrugged. “I don’t have much to add,” Signum answered calmly. “Until recently I lacked the will to make choices at all, let alone about things like destiny. As far as I was aware, my Fate was simply to follow the orders of my master, which I did without complaint.” She paused, looking up to the sky wistfully for a moment. “That said… Now that I have become more than that, I would say I’ve no desire to lose my freedom like that ever again. I would not choose to shackle myself – if indeed it were a choice.”

“I don’t think any of us would,” Pyrrha sighed. It was weird to be having conversations like this – and they were rather regular around the campfire now. Her allies – her friends, here in the wasteland, were all older than her. In fact, she seemed like one of the youngest women here, at only eighteen, and that was before all of the eternal youth cheats the others seemed to employ. It made it a little intimidating to disagree with them, but at the same time she knew her own life was not a copy of any of theirs. Things would work out better for her – she’d make sure of it. If it helped other people… Then no, it wasn’t a choice. She had to do all that she could – no matter what it cost her.

To her side, she heard Lightning sigh, and knew the older soldier could tell she wasn’t getting through. “I’m telling you Pyrrha, you’re too nice for your own good. It’s going to get you in over your head eventually. Be a little more selfish and you might get through okay.”

The champion, the invincible girl, smiled softly, returning her attention to the fire. “Maybe. I think I’ll just… let the chips fall where they may.”

-

“They’re too much! We have to retreat!”

“I don’t see a way out!”

“Hold! This will not be the end!”

The battle was fierce, and their enemy strong. Their group had faced many others during the course of what felt like an eternity in the wastes – dozens, perhaps hundreds of opponents. Some had joined them, and become friends, others had fought and become statues. The journey had been long and arduous – but as they progressed, a certainty grew that they were growing closer to its end. They were encountering fewer and fewer wanderers. When they met new people now, they were in groups – and those encounters were becoming rarer and rarer. And peaceful meetings had become a thing of the past completely.

The herd of warriors was beginning to thin. The ‘tournament’ that they’d been summoned for was starting to reach the last rounds. The thought was disquieting. She’d made allies here. Friends. She’d fought side by side with them all. And yet… All of them knew, without a doubt, that the one who had summoned them would not accept a team win. They’d been clear – they were looking for a single champion. For this to be over – one of them was going to have to defeat the others.

But before that could happen they had to defeat everyone else, and that was looking very unlikely right now. This time their opponents were stronger than any they had faced before – and they were being pressed to their limits just to survive.

Pyrrha was doing her best, always on the move, always seeking cover, throwing out shots and attacks in any clear moment, but that didn’t change the situation. Laser blasts and missiles were crashing down all around her, explosions of magic and fire erupting everywhere, her aura steadily chipping down with every close call. At this point she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take anything close to a direct hit. The enemy wasn’t using metal – or at least, they weren’t using enough magnetic metals to give her a chance to use her semblance. And they seemed able to deal with her rifle’s bullets, too. If she could get close, maybe she’d be able to use her sword, but that was just impossible – the rain of fire made any kind of approach suicide. She could barely see their rivals across the field – a group just as mismatched as her own, some wearing full body armour, some wearing expensively decorated dresses, all of them packing enough firepower to level Vytal stadium.

“Light, can you get us close?” She yelled, sheltering for a moment and desperately looking for a way to turn the tide.

“Don’t think so!” Lightning was moving like… Well, like lightning, but even she seemed pushed by this storm. She’d taken a sniper position and was firing back, to little avail. “Whoever their magic user is, she’s powerful – she’s countering everything I try! Can Signum-?”

“I don’t see her! I think she’s still fighting the one in black bodysuit!”

“Great…”

This was bad. There really wasn’t any denying it. They were out gunned, out numbered, and all around out done. None of them wanted to say it, but up against an attack like this – was this the end? Was this where they found themselves mesmerised by strange purple lights and cast nude in granite? 

“It seems…” From her other side, she heard Saber speak, and frowned. Something in the blonde’s tone troubled her. A note of defeat that she wasn’t used to hearing from the king of knights. “… That I have no choice. I shall try to deal with them. You two, be prepared to fall back.”

“Wha- Saber, what are you going to try?” The redhead hissed, ducking as a rocket detonated over her head. “You haven’t rested from our last fight, there’s no way you’ve recovered enough to hold off all three-!”

The blonde silenced her with a smile and a clasped hand on the shoulder. “I have power enough. Thank you, Pyrrha, for your concern. But don’t let it blind you. We have to be pragmatic. I have enough power to defeat the enemy, and we are without alternatives. It’s just…” She chuckled, and lifted her sword, “the way the chips fell, yes?”

“B-but…”

“No, enough now. You should prepare to run. This will be big, and I doubt they’ll not respond in kind.” Her smile slid from serene to cocky. “Not that it will do them any good.”

Light winced, getting to her feet even as she hung low to the ground. “You sound committed.”

“I am.” Saber nodded, power already gathering in her form. “To be honest – I wasn’t looking forward to the end of this contest. I don’t trust any wish provided by the one who brought us here – and I’ve fought enough friends for one lifetime. This seems like a reasonable compromise.”

“But…”

“Pyrrha.” Light was already pulling her away. “I know. I feel the same way. But she’s made up her mind – we have to go.”

“I…” … The huntress wasn’t a child. She knew what was happening. She understood. But at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to accept it. Why was Saber sacrificing herself? Wasn’t that her place? Shouldn’t it be her – the weakest of them – giving herself up to protect the group? It should, she was sure. And yet, that wasn’t what was happening, and she felt helpless to change the flow of fate. 

There wasn’t time for an internal crisis, though. So she pushed past it and did the best she could. “Good luck.”

Saber nodded. “Suspicions aside, I’d appreciate it if you won the tournament. It would be embarrassing if I did this and you got defeated anyway.”

Pyrrha nodded, her mouth a thin line, and Lightning grunted something that might have been an agreement – and then they were running, and running hard. A few shots chased them, blasts of light and fire crashing down around them, but it was a light rain in comparison – because behind them, Saber was making a stand.

It was, apparently, effective – but it was hard to say why, because looking back would have cost precious seconds that they just couldn’t afford to give up. But they could hear – and so they heard the piercing cry of Saber’s strongest attack. “EX… CALIBER!” 

Light flared, and a rush of cataclysmic sound crashed over them like a wave, throwing both women from their feet and down into the red dust. Neither rose until the roar had died down – and silence had settled back down on the wasteland. There was no sign of their enemy – or of their ally.

“…” Both women waited. For what, they weren’t sure. Another shot, perhaps, or the sound of a footstep. But there was nothing. All was still.

And then…

“ARTORIA PENDAGON, SABER, KING OF KNIGHTS! LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE USED UP ALL OF YOUR MANA! THAT WAS A COOL SHOW, BUT IT’S OVER NOW – YOU’RE DONE!”

The voice went on, naming others who had fallen – presumably women that Saber had defeated, but the pair weren’t listening, both lost in their own, quiet thoughts – each dealing with the loss in their own, private way. Until, eventually, they looked at one another.

“I’m going back.” It was Pyrrha who spoke first – and her tone brokered no argument. Lightning looked for a moment like she might try anyway… But relented instead, just nodding quietly. She felt the need to see how things had ended as well.

Of course, if they were hoping for a miracle, those hopes were destined to be dashed. Their return to the site of the battle was welcomed by a series of still shadows, female figures clouded by the swirling cloud of dust. But one of them was clear as day – and just as naked, with a familiar, damning dumb smile spread across her frozen face. Saber stood posed as though she was stood on a stripper stage, proudly thrusting out her breasts and ass – her exit from the tournament confirmed. 

There was a difference, though. She wasn’t made of stone. No, she was cast in metal – bronze, in fact. Her bare skin glinted in the distant firelight, somehow prouder than the other statues the pair had seen so far. 

“… Do you think it means anything?” Light asked, after a few minutes of silence as they contended with the loss. The Solider had never been good with grief – she dealt with it by getting angry, and right now there was no one to be angry at. “The metal, I mean.”

“… It’s the traditional medal for third place,” Pyrrha answered, after a long pause. “I don’t think it means there’s only two of us left… But I think we’re down to a handful, at best.” Another pause. She looked around at the clearing dust, seeing more bronze statues all around her. “When they start coming out in silver, we’ll be at the end. And whoever runs this place has a sick sense of humour.”

“Well that goes without saying.” Light sighed. “… Come on. Let’s see if we can find Signum. She’s strong – if anyone could have held out without us, it’d be her.”

“Yeah…” Pyrrha gave Saber one last glance, before looking away. “Let’s go.”

And silently, she promised her fallen friend that she’d win this tournament. She was the invincible girl, after all. Winning tournaments was what she was good at. And now, after all of this fighting… she finally had a wish she wanted to make.

-

“Just a little further. We’re almost there…”

“You’re still a crappy liar, Pyr.”

“I’m not- here. Hold on.” Carrying Lightning’s weight over her back, Pyrrha stumbled forwards, finally coming to rest in the middle of another outcropping of rocks and lowering her passenger to rest against them. “There. How do you feel?”

The soldier peered up at her, a hand holding her side, her expression one of pained bemusement. “That’s not a question you want to be asking. You won’t like the answer.”

The redhead slumped, her back falling against the same rock, exhaustion taking her. “Light, please don’t be dramatic. It doesn’t suit you.”

That drew a snort and a laugh – which is possibly the most concerning thing Pyrrha could have heard. “I’ll give you that. But seriously, Pyrrha, I’m done. I’m out of mana and that last fight took everything I had. I’m not going to heal from these injuries – hell…” She winced. “I’m not going to last another five minutes.”

“…” Pyrrha hung her head. She wanted to argue, to demand her friend find a way to keep going – to force her to stay with her. But she knew Lightning didn’t need to be told. If she was saying these things – then she really was finished. “I… I’m sorry…”

That earned her a weak smack to the back of the head. “Knock it off, Pyr. This wasn’t your fault. She got a good hit on me – sometimes that’s just how it goes. At least we took them down.”

“Yeah…” It didn’t really feel like a consolation.

“Hey.” There was a gentle nudge to her side. “Did you see, though? They turned silver. Guess I made it to second place. That’s something, right?” Light was smiling – a genuine, if pained, expression. That was what really brought it home for Pyrrha. Seeing Lightning smile was rarer than a helpful grimm. “And you’re not going to settle for anything less than gold, are you?”

“…” Pyrrha took a deep breath. Hold it together. “I’m going to win. I promise you that.”

“Good.” The redhead nearly jumped as she felt a hand pet her hair. “I don’t know what’ll happen, but… I know you can do it. And maybe you can turn this whole thing around on whoever did this to all of us. Don’t forget what I said, Pyr.” Her voice was growing weaker, and the hand slowly dropped. “Destiny is for chumps. Carve your own fate.”

“… I will.” She nodded. At the very least, she’d certainly try.

“Thanks…” Light leaned back, sighing. “Now get out of here. I don’t think either of us want you to see what’s going to happen to me next. Silver’s not really my colour.”

“I… Lightning, I…” Words didn’t come. Damnit – this might be her last chance to talk with her friend, the woman she’d crossed the wasteland with, her first ally since arriving, and she couldn’t think of anything to say! There had to be something, some way of telling her, someway of getting across how… how much she… “… Thank you.”

Light smiled. “No problem, kiddo. And, hey… thanks. For everything.” 

When it came down to it, those were the only words that mattered.

“Now go knock ‘em dead, Champ.”

With a tight nod, Pyrrha rose, gathered her weapons, and began to walk. Behind her, she heard her friend sigh, and then saw a flash of purple light on the sands. A moment later, the soft crackle of someone solidifying carried on the wind.

“LIGHTNING FARRON, DEVELOPING A SILVER SHEEN FIT FOR A SAVIOUR THERE! WOW CHAMP, IS THAT ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GONE NOW? HOW DO YOU DO IT?”

She didn’t look back.

With a thud, the weapon slammed into the dirt, burying itself up to the hilt, and went still. On her knees, the fallen champion bowed her head, defeated. She smiled sadly and bowed her head, acknowledging her loss, looking up at her victorious opponent.

Pyrrha looked down at her, looking anything but happy at her victory. Against all odds, the Invincible Girl had triumphed once again. Her spear pointed square at her defeated rival’s chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry…” The woman nodded. “Not your fault.”

“Yeah yeah… Enough with the chatter.” The witch interrupted, zooming down from above. “The winner is the champ, and the loser is in my collection, so get.” She snapped her fingers, and the defeated warrior’s eyes shone purple. Pyrrha looked away, not wanting to watch another fighter suffer the penalty for her victory. Hopefully she’d be able to fix all of this.

“So… Is that it?” She asked, looking up towards the witch. “Is that really everyone? I’m the last one left?”

“Shockingly, yes!” The blue haired woman laughed. “Wow, I mean, I know you have a rep girl, but I really wasn’t expecting you to win. Good job! It came pretty close a couple of times, but you pulled through. I guess they didn’t give you that title for nothing, huh?”

“… Not for nothing,” the redhead admitted. “Though I don’t think anyone had anything like this in mind.”

“Well that’s their problem.” The witch shrugged, drifting down low enough to pat her new silver statue on the head. “Not my fault people aren’t very creative.”

“… Sure…” What could you say to something like that? This woman was about as insane as she was powerful. She’d have to tread carefully here. “So… What do we do now?”

“Eh.” The woman shrugged. “You get a neat title as the strongest woman in the multiverse…”

“Uh.”

“Well the rest are all statues now, so who’s going to argue?” The woman laughed. “And I get to play with my neat new statue collection. Everybody wins! Isn’t it great?”

“…” Deep breath, Pyrrha. Play it carefully. “And my wish?”

“Oh.” The witch stopped short, blinking. “Huh, right, yeah. I forgot about that. Yeah, I owe you one of those, don’t I?” 

Suddenly she was right in Pyrrha’s face, smiling eagerly, a sinister glint of mischief in her eye. “So what do you want? Wealth? Eternal youth? Unparalleled beauty? Those are the classics~”

Pyrrha stepped back, raising her shield. “… If I wished for any of those things you’d turn me into a statue, wouldn’t you?”

The witch let out a bark of laughter. “Ha! Yep, in a heartbeat. But you’d be a really pretty one. Darn, you’re not that easy, huh? Well fine – you look like you’ve planned this out. What do you want, Invincible Girl? A portal home? A way to fight Salem? Super maiden powers?”

Salem? Who was- No, no, she couldn’t get distracted. She could sense that the longer this conversation went on, the more dangerous it was going to be. But she couldn’t let herself fall victim to this mad woman without getting her wish first. After that… Well, after that she was probably screwed anyway, but it would be something – her own way of pushing back at fate, just a little.

“No,” she said, quite carefully. She braced herself, planting her spear down beside her and straightening her back, mustering all the strength she could gather. “My wish is simple. Please – restore all of these people, everyone who lost your tournament, to their former selves, and send them back home to where and when you took them from. Without doing anything else to them. You aren’t to bother them ever again.”

Sound stopped. The wind, which had been gently blowing across the wasteland, ceased. Everything became still. The witch stared at her, blinking rapidly, as though trying to process the request. “What?” She managed eventually, wetting her lips, almost uncertain what to do with her tongue.

“You heard me.” Pyrrha knew she was playing with fire, but she wouldn’t back down. “Release these women – all of them!”

“I…” The witch stared. “But… Wait, you can’t-“

“Did I misunderstand?” The redhead glared. “You said anything. You guaranteed it. You’d rewrite reality if you had to. This request seems a lot simpler – it’s just undoing the damage you’ve already done. Surely that’s well within your power!”

The woman stared at her, her mouth hanging open. And then she glared, her expression turning murderous as a sudden storm swept up into existence above them, peels of thunder bursting across the red wastes. “You little bitch! You think you can just take away my toys? How dare you! After everything I’ve done for you? I let you become the strongest! The champion!”

She hadn’t wanted to be either. “You gave me a wish and I’ve used it. You said I could ask for An. Ey. Thing. Was that a lie? Can’t you do it?”

“…” The witch was fuming, visibly grinding her teeth. The happy uncaring attitude of a few moments ago was gone, and Pyrrha could feel the palpable aura of menace that surrounded her. Fury coiled through her every muscle. “I…”

All or nothing. The red head stepped forward, glaring right back in her face. “Grant. My. Wish.”

“Fine!” The word was delivered with such force that it drove the champion back a step. If looks could kill she would have been cut in half by the edge of that glare. The witch was well and truly enraged, caught in a trap of her own making, and she clearly wanted to vent all of that rage at one single red headed target.

And then… The rage vanished. The storm cleared. The thunder stopped. And the witch… smiled. “Fine. Okay. Very well, Champion. I’ll grant you your wish.”

The sudden and complete turn around worried Pyrrha more than the rage that had preceded it. “Uh… You will?”

“Of course!” The smile grew wider. “I will restore all of the women who lost this tournament – no matter how much they deserved it or how good the look in my collection…” A hint of that rage came back, edging her voice, but it was pushed back with visible effort. “… And I will return them to where they were before I took them. I won’t even do anything else to them, or bother any of them ever again. That was your wish, correct?”

“That… That’s right…” Something was definitely up. Unconsciously Pyrrha pulled her shield in closer to herself, increasingly concerned that something was going on. She could still sense the danger around her, even if the witch had seemingly calmed. “So…”

“So no problem!” The happy attitude was back, along with a carefree smile. “Easy. In fact, I don’t think that’s enough of a reward! You’re being so selfless, Pyrrha. That wish of yours didn’t include you at all!”

“That’s… That’s fine, I…” The redhead began, and then froze. Her wish hadn’t included herself. Which meant the protection she’d insisted on granting to everyone else didn’t apply to her. And judging by the witch’s grin, she’d realised the same thing. “Wait, I mean-!”

“Oh no!” The blue haired woman raised a hand, and Pyrrha felt a wave of power wash over her. “There won’t be any waiting. It’s just too unfair – I can’t allow it! No, you deserve a reward, Invincible Girl. A nice, happy, reward.”

Pyrrha backed up another step, knowing it would do no good. “But I don’t want-“

“Nonsense, you’ll love it!” The power intensified, and she felt the air around her solidify. For a moment she panicked, thinking she was about to become a statue like all the others, but there was no telling sheen of metal that followed – just paralysis. “I’m sure. If you’re not satisfied we can work something else out, but you have to try it first!”

“N-!” She tried to protest, futile though it might be, only to have her words interrupted by a gasp of confusion as she felt an unfamiliar sensation rush through her, focusing on her chest. Something warm and pleasant, something that made her head spin. “Wha…?”

“You know what I think, Pyrrha?” The witch carried on, clearly enjoying her victim’s confusion. “I think you spend too much time in your own head. You’re all nice and considerate, taking so much time to keep your feelings locked up inside. And it makes you miserable. So let’s change that, shall we? Enough time inside your head – let’s put you in your tits instead!”

The champion blinked, not sure what the woman meant – but then she felt it. A strange, almost indescribable feeling, pressing against her head. It wasn’t something she could feel on her skin – it was like it was reaching right through her, pressing against her mind instead. It was unpleasant, a growing pressure, the complete opposite of the warmth in her chest.

“What… What are you doing?” She managed to ask, confusion mounting as she tried to resist the foreign intrusion into her brain. Whatever it was, she didn’t want any part of it!

“I’m helping you, silly.” The witch giggled. The power intensified. “You don’t need all of these pointless thoughts swimming around in your head like this. There’s much more useful places to put those things~”

If that was supposed to mean something, Pyrrha didn’t know what it was – but then she felt it. Felt it as the pressure intensified, and a small part of her mind… broke away from her. Caved under the pressure and squelched down, out of her head, flowing along with the warm feeling into her chest, where-

“Ohhh!” She moaned, loudly, unable to help herself as she felt her bust start to swell. If her body wasn’t being held tightly she might have even bucked, the sensation quivering through her as her head spun, struggling to cope with the strange feeling of part of her mind being… gone.

“Wha- wha- what…?” She stammered, looking down to see far more boob than she’d ever had in her life, the tightness of her corset unfamiliar and alien to her. Which might not have been such a big deal, but her head was suddenly feeling so thick and slow – she’d never have called herself a genius before but compared to this she’d been positively breath-taking. “What is this…?”

“A gift, dummy.” The witch was enjoying every second. “Who needs a big brain when you have big boobs?”

“Nnn…” Pyrrha scowled, angrily gathering her thoughts together. It was hard, but she wasn’t some weak-willed pushover – she was a champion, and she wouldn’t let this happen! “Nnno!” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want…”

“Awh, don’t worry. Reading you loud and clear.” The witch interrupted, nodding with understanding – and then smiling wide. “They’re not big enough yet, right? Well we’ll soon sort that out!” She raised her hand again.

Pyrrha’s eyes widened. “No!” But it was no good. The pressure on her head increased again, leaving her gritting her teeth as she gathered her will to resist. She wouldn’t let this take her mind again, she wouldn’t let this woman have her w-!!!

Her will crashed against the pressure for a moment – and folded like cardboard before a steamroller. Her mind crumpled, another chunk of her, carrying thoughts and dreams and memories, sloughed away, liquidating and flowing down into her chest through the warm canal magic had prepared for her.

It was indescribable. The pleasure shook her frame like an earthquake. If she’d been able she would have dropped to her knees. Her brea- her bus- her boobs grew, blowing up like someone had just put another puff in her balloons, her corset creaking as it struggled to contain her. Her body shook, her shield and spear falling from her lax hands, clattering to the floor, forgotten before they even hit the ground. There was a blush on her face, her eyes rolling up in her head, flickering with colours that weren’t her own as the witch’s spell began to show its influence.

“See? Doesn’t that feel so much better?” The witch laughed, taking in every detail of Pyrrha’s transformation. “All of those hard thinky thoughts dripping out of your head, giving you the tits of your dreams – I bet none of the boys will ignore you with mountains like that~”

And Pyrrha… giggled. “Hehe… Like, y’really think so…?” She babbled, what was left of her mind suddenly awash with thoughts of Jaune finally showing interest in her, a sudden, earnest heat building between her legs at the thought of shoving his blonde head between her titanic tits. Mmm, that sounded so hot

Wait, no! She shook her head, trying to clear it of the sudden steamy fantasies, and then trying not to moan as the motion made her tits giggle and bounce with pleasure. She had to keep thinking, she had to fight back against this monster – she couldn’t give in! Ahhh, it was so hard though, her mind felt so small and slow. Thoughts she remembered flying like lightning now crawled like mud. She felt so… so stupid, so dumb and… and… and words she couldn’t think of. But she knew this was something the witch had done to her – and knew she couldn’t give in!

“Mmn! No, you… You did this!” She managed, her thoughts racing as fast as they could to stay just ahead of the words spilling out of her mouth. “You… You made me dumb, and… and made my boobies big!”

Of course, if her declaration was supposed to scare her opponent, they failed utterly – she just laughed harder. “Oh wow – you’re still fighting? Seriously, girl, you’ve got like two thirds of your mind in your ‘boobies’. Just give up already. Enjoy being a horny slut – it’s way better than what you were doing before.”

Pyrrha swayed. Oh wow, those had been, like… some super long words. So hard! Her brain felt like it was overheating – though maybe that was the pressure building back up to shove more of her down into her boobs? Uhhhh, it was really hard to think…

“N-no, sssstop… I wanna… I wanna think again…” She whined, still stumbling through, trying to work out what to do, how to fix all of this…

“Oh? Are you sure?” The witch wiggled a finger in the air, and Pyrrha gasped, feeling invisible pinches on her nipples. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, coming very cloe to melting down what was left of her mind in an instant. “Thinking never got you anywhere. Never got you what you wanted. It just got you stuck on a lonely little pedestal. Do you really want to go back there, when you could feel like this instead?” 

Another pinch, another blast of mind melting pleasure. Pyrrha staggered, her arms drooping down to her sides, struggling a little behind her bulging breasts. Her corset was so tight now, squeezing her in like she was toothpaste, her tits practically pouring over the lip of her cleavage window. She could feel drool starting to leak down out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes spinning with colours that dominated everything she could see. She wasn’t sure how long she could last…

… But she couldn’t give up. “S…stop… Please…”

There was an evil giggle. “I’ll tell you what.” The witch leaned in, giving a glance down into the depths of her cleavage. “If you can last, I’ll turn you back. All the way to who you were – but if you can’t, I’m going to mush your brains so hard you’ll never think again.” And as if to emphasise the point she reached up and gave that invitingly wrapped chest a quick squeeze that nearly dropped the champion to her knees.

“And here,” she said dropping her voice to a whisper next to Pyrrha’s ear. “I’ll tell you a little secret. I’m going to grant you your wish. I’ll turn everyone back – all of your friends, all of your enemies… And I’ll even send them home… eventually. But before I do, I’m going to give you to them, let them play with you a while… And you know – I’m not going to do anything to them… But you will~” She giggled. “I keep my word… But oh, you never said to save them from you.”

“N… Never…” The redhead shook, trying desperately to hold on against the overwhelming flood of pleasure. Her tits were quaking, her inner thighs were drenched, but still she held on. The words were long and complicated and made her head hurt to think about, but still she held on. Her thoughts were slow and sticky and ever so small, but still she held on. She wouldn’t – she couldn’t give this woman what she wanted!

The witch smiled. And then she raised a single finger, right by her face, and licked her tongue slowly up along its length… And Pyrrha felt something moist and slick run up her slit. A moan rumbled out from her throat, her hips trembling, her grip slipping…

And then the woman flicked her finger forwards, a pressure pinched the champion’s clit, and she flooded her panties with a mind breaking shriek, cumming so hard her entire brain dribbled out of her head and down into her tits. Her corset creaked one final time, and then burst, her bust busting out completely and bouncing freely in the air.

“What was that, dear?” The witch asked, her expression on of innocent curiosity.

“Duuuuuuuhhhhh…” Pyrrha just drooled, a happy, brainless smile on her face, tongue lolling out of a slack jaw, limp arms swinging lightly in the breeze, drool starting to pool between her mammoth mammaries and rivulets of her old identity dripping down the inside of her legs. There wasn’t a thought left in her head – her greedy tits had drunk them all up, and left nothing but empty, stupid air in their place.

“I thought so. Oh, but… Oh dear!” the witch said, sounding anything but unhappy. “It looks like you didn’t make it after all. Did you change your mind? Maybe brainless bliss was what you wanted after all. Hm, what do you think? Do you like your gift?”

Pyrrha starred at her blankly – well, not at her, per se, but… in her general direction, her eyes filled with colours and focused on nothing at all. The champion’s brain was now nestled safely in her chest, and had no plans to be making a return trip. It didn’t really have any plans in general, really – she was far too stupid for that now.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The witch clapped her hands with theatrically joy, and what was left of Pyrrha’s clothes vanished in a puff of smoke. “Oh, I thought you might! Well, how lovely. I do like a happy ending. You certainly got what you deserved, Champion!” Her smirk was more than a little vicious, but of course, the woman she was talking to didn’t notice. She may as well have been talking to the sky, or a particularly dumb rock. “Now, since you’ve decided you don’t want to think anymore, you don’t mind if I do all of your thinking for you, do you?”

She didn’t wait for a response – that would be pointless. But she did feel the need to reach up and shake Pyrrha’s head from side to side for her, just for that extra sadistic touch. “Why thank you. Don’t worry, dear – I’ll make sure you never think again. Now, watch the pretty light~”

She snapped her fingers, and, if the redhead’s memories hadn’t been melted down into her bust, she might have recognised the small purple light that appeared before her eyes. She might have even tried to shield her gaze, or look away. And when that didn’t work, she would have distantly realised that the peaceful feeling falling over her mind must have been what all of the other competitors must have felt as it cast its hypnotic power over her, capturing her gaze and carrying her away into a speedy, empty trance. But since they had, she didn’t do, or think, a thing, and her eyes filled with a purple, spiralling glow as her empty head was placed firmly under the witch’s control.

“Lovely. Now what do you say, Dear?”

The words flowed into her head through the spiral, and met no resistance on the way to her mouth. As she was now, the champion was little more than the witch’s puppet. “Thank you Mistress! I’m so lucky you decided to reward me even though my ungrateful ass tried to spoil all your fun! Now that I’m your big boobed bimbo bitch, I’ll get to spend all my time as your slutty slave, and never have to use my useless brain ever again!”

“Oh, you’re quite welcome, you little moron~ I’m always happy to help idiots like you remove the sticks from their behinds. And my, you did have some brains on you, didn’t you?” She reached up and gave those massive tits another squeeze, drawing a pleased moan from her mesmerised minion. “These things are huge – two, no, three times the size of your head? Well, I think we can both agree this is a much better use for them than leaving them rolling around in your head.”

“Oh definitely.” Pyrrha nodded, a happy blush spreading over her face as her breasts were worked and kneaded. “I was an idiot long before you melted my mind. I’d have to be to think I had a chance of outwitting you! Now I’m just the dumb slut I was always supposed to be - the Invincible Cunt!”

The witch hid a giggle behind her hand, very much enjoying having her plaything spout such insulting things about herself. “Mmm, yes, that’s a much better title for you~ A slut like you could fuck all day without tiring, couldn’t you? Oh, but I shouldn’t be cruel. You did win the tournament, after all. You need a proper trophy to commemorate your achievement.” She grinned. “Take up a nice pose, Pyrrha. Worthy for a champion slut~”

“Of course Mistress~” Pyrrha didn’t think there was anything suspicious about the request. Pyrrha didn’t think at all. Her tits jiggled, and her hips wiggled, as she stepped back, her limbs released from their invisible hold, and thrust her chest out, raising both arms, her fingers forming into little Vs for victory. 

“Perfect.” The witch raised her hand, ready to snap. “Now hold that pose.”

Snap.

Stiffness seized her immediately – but this was a new kind of hold. It wasn’t simply the air solidifying around her this time, no – this time, she was the one becoming solid. Metal began to spread through her, starting at her bare feet, her toes and heels firming into eternal stature as the wave began to spread up her legs – and not just any metal, either, but shining, glowing gold – the colour of a champion. 

It rose swiftly, climbing over her knees and thighs, turning the gushing slit between her legs into a forever preserved monument to the redhead’s newfound slutty nature. Her hips froze, cocked out to one side to better show off her ass. Her abs gained definition that would last until the end of time. Her tits hardened, loosing their bounce and jiggle for smooth shine and gloss. Her arms locked, fingers still pointed out in a dark mockery of her victory. Finally, the wave of gold passed over her head, and froze her hollow mind into an eternity of emptiness, her face a mask of stupid serenity, a wide, empty smile preserved on her face for the rest of time. 

And with that, Pyrrha Nikos, champion of Mistral, the Invincible girl, was gone. In her place was a golden monument, a big breasted bimbo who wouldn’t have been able to tell the pointy end of a sword even if she was able to think for herself – which she never would again.

The witch sighed. “Ahh, I love a happy ending. But I think you need a few changes – just to make it clear what kind of trophy you are.” She snapped her fingers, and watched as the gold that Pyrrha was melted a little, her legs and arms shrinking down, running back into herself. The statue’s torso sank down a little, closer to the ground as her legs shrank, and then melded together, forming a platform, a shelf, a decorative stand to display herself on, just below her upper thigh. Meanwhile, her arms vanished into her shoulders, smoothing out entirely, no longer needed in her new form. Now all that was left of her was her taunt belly, her blank face, and her massive tits – her most important features.

A small placard appeared on the stand, just below her golden cunt. It read “First Place”.

“There. Perfect.” The blue haired woman smiled, resting her hands on her hips in satisfaction. “What a lovely trophy you make. But don’t just take my word for it…” She chuckled, picking the golden award up and knocking a knuckle against its magnificent bust. “Let’s see what your friends have to say…”

-

Lightning woke up, her eyes fluttering, to the sight of a white ceiling, and the realisation that she hadn’t expected to wake up at all. The last thing she remembered seeing was a purple light, and a strange calm stealing over her thoughts…

With a grunt, she rolled over, and lifted herself to her feet. Where was she? Was there anyone else around? The room was small – pure white walls, with a soft, uncovered bed - the one she’d woken up on - its only feature, aside from a single white door. And she was alone.

Questions rolled through her mind, but she set them aside, crossing the room and opening the door instead. On the other side she found a simple white corridor, leading on a little ways before opening up into a wide, white hall.

Honestly, she didn’t think much of the décor. If this was heaven or something she was going to have strong words with whoever was in charge.

It was the hall, though, where she began to find answers. On one wall, the one across from the entrance, she saw a portal – and on the other side of it, she saw her own world – her friends, her family, all waiting for her to return. An exit from this mad world – something she’d half given up on ever finding.

And between it and her… Was a statue. A gold one. A familiar one.

Lighting’s heart melted, and she approached uncertainly. “Pyrrha…” She half whispered. It was a sight she’d never wanted to see – the bright, good hearted redheaded heroine cast in metal, a blank smile on her face. Did this mean she’d been defeated as well? But then, why was she restored, and Pyrrha still like this? And if she was gold, did that mean she’d won? The plaque said first place, so…

She stepped closer, reaching out. Her hand brushed against the… The trophy’s face, running along its hair. The metal was cold to the touch, but the shape, the feel was familiar, in the worst of ways. There was no doubt in the soldier’s mind that this was the woman she’d traversed the wastes with. She bowed her head, unsure where to look. Unsure what to do. Could she really step through that portal, and leave her friend like this? 

A strange urge took her, and she leaned in, peering close, as if looking for… for something. Some trace of life, some clue as to how to undo this, something. But she just found herself staring into blank eyes, seeing her own blurry reflection in Pyrrha’s empty smile. It was… It was just…

She wasn’t sure why she did it. The same urge from before just seemed to bubble up in her chest, growing stronger by the moment. It was a primal, irresistible thing, and she just… went along with it. She leaned in closer, and kissed the trophy on the lips.

The contact sent a jolt of pure, hot pleasure straight through her mouth, shooting down her spine and into her nethers, driving a gasp from her lungs and an arch from her back. A strange, unknowable, unstoppable heat gripped her, making her heart race and her lungs heave. Lust, pure and powerful, seized her mind.

Her gaze locked onto the Trophy. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The blank smile. The golden gleam. The massive chest. She had to- she had to-!!!

Her self-control held for a brief moment, a twig struggling to hold back an ocean. Then it snapped, and she threw herself forward, burying her face in her idol’s golden tits and smothering it in wanton kisses, her tongue sliding along its 24-carat smooth surface. It wasn’t a conscious choice – no, her conscious mind had been smothered by a torrent of lust. It was something else, an attraction – a magnetic attraction. And she was no more able to resist it than iron could an electro-coil. 

Pleasure continued to thrum through the soldier’s body, every touch, every kiss zapping through her like her namesake. But that wasn’t all that was passing into her. As she sunk deeper into her need, as the desperate craze took a firmer and firmer hold of her, she began to hear something, echoing in her mind – a voice. A voice that she would have recognised as Pyyrha’s, were she in a clearer state of mind.

“Drink from me~”

By this point Lightning’s world was consumed, dominated, by tits. They conquered, they covered over everything. She didn’t remember what they were, she didn’t care who they belonged to – they filled her head to the exclusion of all else. So when she heard such a command, she did the only thing she could.

She wrapped her lips around a golden teat, and sucked for all she was worth.

Her reward was instant, and more heavenly than she ever could have dreamed. Rich, creamy milk flowed out, hitting her tongue and flooding her mouth with the most divine liquid she had ever tasted. And there was so much! She swallowed, gulped it down with barely a pause to breathe, and still there was more than she could handle. The liquid streamed down her chin, dripping down her clothes and staining her uniform, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more.

Light sank to her knees, her eyes gazing up at her beloved idol with utter adoration, and drank, and drank, and drank…

She didn’t notice as the milk filled her, and began to change her. She didn’t notice as it flowed to places that weren’t her stomach. As her thighs began to plump, her shorts straining, and then tearing at the seams, her ass expanding into a heated heart. As her breasts began to grow, swelling fast and firm, buttons popping off of her shirt so quickly they bounced off the far wall. As her hair lost its rosy hue, lightening into pure, platinum blonde. As pure, sweet, creamy whiteness flooded her mind, and washed her thoughts, her memories and desires away, swirling them all up into a sticky mess and carrying them down to her slit, where every new gulp made her cum, cum, and cum her thoughts away. 

She didn’t notice anything – not until the milk finally, finally, ran dry. Then she leaned back with a deep sigh, smacking her lips, and smiled. “Mmm…” she purred, her voice having lost it’s husky low tones, replaced by a higher pitched airheaded tone. “That was, like, totally delish. Oh hey, look at my tits!”

She giggled, and then started groping herself with a squeal and a moan, ignoring the tattered remains of her former uniform or the last droplets of milk still running down her skin, leaving it smooth and silky soft in their wake. Indeed, it wasn’t long before one of her hands had slid down into the ruins of her shorts, and begun to play in earnest – for nothing else seemed to matter to her now.

Certainly, she didn’t give any sign of noticing or stopping as the floor on which her newly fat ass was sitting rose, and then carried her over to the portal, and tossed her over the threshold – leaving nothing but some shredded cloth, and an airy giggle in her wake.

“She seemed to like your new calling, didn’t she?” The air shimmered, and the blue haired witch appeared, leaning against her golden trophy casually. “So much so she decided to copy you. How about that? But don’t worry – I made sure she got home safely. Didn’t change her at all. She’s one hundred percent safe from me.” She held up a hand to her mouth, as though she was sharing some great secret. “Shame she just drizzled her brains out on the floor here before she left – and wow, I have no idea if drinking that much of your milk is going to have side effects on her later, you’re a real cow now, champ – but let’s face it, she needed to lighten up anyway. So great, yeah?”

She waited, as though she expected the golden girl to answer, and then chuckled. “Well if you didn’t want all of your friends to get turned into bimbos then you should have been more careful with your wish.” She shrugged. “Not my fault if you didn’t cover this. Don’t worry – I’m going to send them all home. One at a time. After they spend a moment giving their respects to the winner.” She smirked, and patted the trophy’s head. “And then, once they’re all home… Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll take you home for a bit as well. Show all of your old friends how well you’ve done. Would you like that? I know I would.”

She turned, and began to walk away, already planning out who the next tournament loser to be freed would be. There were so many fun options. “You really should have just wished to go home, Pyrrha,” she called over her shoulder, vanishing into thin air. “But you had to play the hero. Oh well. You may be on a pedestal forever now, champ, but don’t you fear – there’s going to be plenty of people willing to play with your slutty metal ass. I’ll make sure of that~”

Her voice echoed around the hall after she’d left, but Pyrrha didn’t hear it. Pyrrha didn’t hear, or see, or think anything. She was a big titted, bimbo making, slutty smiling, empty headed golden trophy now – and that was all she would ever be.

It was her destiny. Forevermore.

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