Snakes and Rabbits 3: Counting Kits (Fate Hypno) (Patreon)

Hey folks! Wow, June's sailed past quickly, huh?

Well, please enjoy this new addition to the Snakes and Rabbits series, commissioned by a patron, where a new player gets involved in shenanigans (though she'd probably rather not)...

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“Here. This is the place.” Mordred said, stepping into the cavernous room with an annoyed grunt. The knight’s footsteps were heavy, the weight of her armour more than enough to compensate for her slight frame. Indeed, the only piece she was missing was her helm, fully revealing her blonde, spiky hair, along with her irritated scowl. “But this is a bad idea. Maybe if you’d actually listen to me for a change-”

“Thank you, Sir Mordred,” a calm but unquestionably imposing voice cut her off. “That will suffice.”

Advancing with much lighter feet, dressed in heels, a tight bunny suit, and of course her signature suit’s classical bunny ears, Ruler Artoria entered and looked around the room. The typical Chaldea scenery quickly gave way to rock and stone, the dwelling of a cave creature – or a monster. It wasn’t the first time she had set foot in such a lair.

In fact, it wasn’t the first time she’d set foot in this lair in particular, but that was the problem she was looking to address today.

“Hell no it won’t!” Of course, certain people in her court objected to that… Well, a certain person. “Don’t you know what you’re walking into, you idiot?”

There was a time when such words being spoken by one of her knights would have merited serious consequences. Fortunately, such times had passed – and no one expected Sir Mordred to be a paragon of manners anyway. It just wasn’t their strong suit. Most things involving the use of one’s head weren’t.

“Of course I know, Sir Mordred,” Ruler said, looking back, as calm as ever. “It was you yourself who informed me of the situation.”

“Yeah!” The knight’s foot stamped down, raising a small cloud of dust. “So you could avoid it happening again – not so that you’d just start strutting straight back into her lair all over again!”

The menacing blonde really did look angry. It was almost cute. Ruler raised an eyebrow. “I am surprised, Sir Mordred – of all the many servants here in Chaldea, I thought it certain that the one who least cared for my wellbeing would be you.”

“Ghk.” And now she looked like she’d swallowed a cat. “I- You- I’m not worried about you, you idiot! I just- I…” She stumbled for a few moments, searching for words, before red lightning crackled around her and a certain bold confidence returned to her expression. “I just don’t want you to be defeated by anyone but me! Yeah! I’m the Knight of Treachery!” She smirked and jabbed her thumb towards her chest. “Me! The only one allowed to defeat King Arthur is Sir Mordred! Yeah!”

“Hm.” Eyes so green they nearly glowed gazed at the Knight impassively, their owner’s expression unreadable.

And Mordred’s confident grin quickly wilted. “I mean… Um…”

And then Ruler just turned back to the cave entrance at the back of the room and began walking again.

“HEY!” And of course, where goes King Arthur, goes Sir Mordred – in this case with every step a stamp and every breath a yell. “Father! Don’t just ignore me!!!”

Well if there was ever any word that was likely to make an Artoria ignore her son even more, it was the F word. But still, Ruler seemed to be in a generous mood today – she only walked for a few minutes in silence before she addressed her Knight again. “If that is truly your only concern then you need not worry. I have no intention of being defeated by this monster. If it is as you say…” There was a moment’s weight to the word, as if to imply that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t entirely trust the Knight of Treachery at her word. “… Then I must confront her and deal with her appropriately. My honour will not be satisfied with anything less.”

“Gah!” Her father’s disapproval forgotten, Mordred quickly returned to her normal state – loud. “That’s what you always say! And then you march off into her lair and the next day she has a new statue in some humiliating pose out by the front door, and that’s it until Master summons you again. So this time, maybe don’t just charge into Gorgon’s lair for the thirtieth time!”

“Well this time, things will… be…”

The King paused, her inhumanly calm demeanour faltering. Curious, Mordred followed up behind her, peering around her shoulder – and she immediately saw the cause for her father’s hesitation. Before them stood a statue, one of a naked woman bent over at the waist, leaning against the wall. Her right arm and chest were pushed up directly against the stone, though her head was turned so that she could look back over her shoulder, her expression one of heedless lust. Her legs were spread, and her left hand had snuck down between them to spread open her lower lips, a gaping hole of clear invitation, a frozen monument offering to be used.

It was also very clearly a statue of Ruler herself.

“S-see?” Mordred’s voice dropped to a whisper, half out of stunned shock, and half out of the sudden realisation that the monster responsible for this lewd display might be close by. “Just like I said – that was you a few cycles ago, and now…”

“This time things will be different.” Again she was interrupted, the King simply resuming her march, walking past her past self as though she wasn’t even there. Her tone was just a cold as ever.

“How!” The knight looked like she wanted to strangle the very air itself. “How will it be different?!”

“Why, because you have warned me.” Ruler looked back over her shoulder, her expression one of surprise, as though she were stating the obvious. “Is that not clear?”

Mordred blinked, freezing in place. What? What? No, wait, what? That didn’t make sense. “Huh?”

“You have warned me of the monster I must face,” Ruler explained, almost sounding amused. “And thus, I have prepared a counter strategy. It was only sensible.”

Again. Again. Again her father said things that didn’t make sense, didn’t make one ounce of sense. How could it be. How could this be? What was this feeling? What the hell was this?! “You… You mean you… listened… to me?”

“Of course.” Ruler stated it like it was the simplest fact in the world. “Why would I not?”

A-ack… Acknowledgement?!?!

Mordred took deep breaths. She couldn’t believe… Gah, no, wait, she couldn’t be returning to the Throne of Heroes just yet! She had to get ahold of herself! Bah!

She shook her head – and as she regained control of her emotions, she saw that Ruler was once again marching forward, because of course she was. “W-wait!” Again, her father paused, looking back at her. Wow, two in a row? “What’s your plan?”

“Oh.” Ruler tilted her head in thought for a moment. “Yes, I suppose now would be a good time to put it into action. A moment.”

She turned away and began to rummage in her leg holster for something. Once again, a curious Mordred tried to peer around her to see what she was up to, but this time she had no luck. She had to wait, arms folded and an impatient frown on her face, tapping her foot in the tunnel until Ruler turned around to present-

“This.”

- her plan. Mordred stared at it. Blink blink. Blink blink. That couldn’t be…

“… Isn’t that your darkened saber self’s visor?” she asked, quite certain it was not, because there was no way that could be counted as a plan. And yet…

“Yes.”

… Apparently it was. Huh.

“That’s your plan? Wear a visor?”

“Indeed. Though it belongs to a version of me with a younger body, I do not believe that fact will impede its use for me.” She raised it up and slid it onto her head, over her eyes, and then smirked. “Yes. If fits perfectly.”

Mordred felt conflicted. “You’re going to fight Gorgon while wearing a blindfold?” Her voice had lost all of its inner passion – indeed, she almost felt as though her soul was trying to leave her body.

“Essentially.” Ruler nodded. “I believe this should be more than sufficient to nullify her mystic eyes.”

Well… Maybe. If- if it was one of father’s plans then it was definitely one of the best, wasn’t it? Although Gorgon was pretty powerful… Uh. M-maybe…

“Fine then.” Mordred huffed, clearly uncertain, but no longer quite so defiant. “If you’re going to insist on this then I can’t stop you. But you’d better not lose, you hear me!” She pointed dramatically, her red aura swirling up around her. “The only one allowed to defeat you is me, Sir Mordred! Yeah!”

“… I will not lose,” Ruler said, turning back towards the dark cave ahead, moving with grace despite the visor over her eyes. On the rest of Mordred’s declaration, she did not comment.

“Yeah, well…” With a shrug, the Knight turned around, ready to start the climb back out of the cave. “If you do, I guess I’ll just tell the next version of you that gets summoned that this plan didn’t wo-Mmph?”

She blinked. That hadn’t been what she’d meant to say. And yet those had definitely been the words that had emerged from her mouth. Why was that?

Well, the answer may well have been the golden scaled tail that had wrapped itself around the lower half of her face – the thinner end of a much thicker limb that, when the Knight followed it back, also coiled around her arms and chest, holding her quite firmly in place, and then dropped down to the cave floor, before winding its way along the ground and back to its source – a smiling purple haired beast of a woman that loomed over them, her vicious eyes glinting in the darkness.

“Mmmph!! Mmmmph!” Ah, yes. That was why. The tail pressed so tightly over her lips was definitely forming an effective gag. She couldn’t get a word out. But hopefully her father, who wasn’t far away, would-

“As you will,” Ruler said, still as calm as ever. Behind her, Mordred could hear the bunnysuited woman starting to walk away. “But you need not concern yourself – I am not completely dependant on sight. My other senses will function just fine. If Gorgon doesn’t flee like a coward when she realises that I have countered her paltry tricks, then I will know she is coming over a mile away.”

“Mmmmp!”

Gorgon grinned, and tapped a single finger against her pale lips, shushing her captive as her father walked further and further away. Soon, Mordred couldn’t even hear her footsteps – and she was alone with the monster.

“Well well well,” said the monster, leaning down to examine her captured prey’s face closer. “The rabbit brought a friend today, did she? Or…” She blinked, and looked closer, pausing to taste the air with her tongue for a moment, before her face split into a wide grin. “Could it be she actually brought a Kit? Oh, how delicious~”

“Mpble!” Mordred yelled, glaring at the beast. “Memble Mmmpha!”

“Dear oh dear,” The beast giggled, finally standing back upright – and lifting Mordred up with her, dangling the Knight in the air with no regard for her heavy armour. “I never thought there would come a day when something even more helpless than the rabbit entered my lair… But here you are! What a delightful treat. Now whatever shall I do with you?”

“Mmp Mh Ghhh!” The Knight of Treachery clearly had some thoughts on the matter, and she kicked out, her legs waving about in the air like a clockwork toy knocked on its side. Unfortunately even her mana burst boosted strength failed to do anything to free her from her coiled captivity. If anything, the flailing just seemed to amuse Gorgon more.

“I was listening, you know,” she whispered, leaning in again to speak into Mordred’s ear – a favour for which she almost received a rather vicious headbutt as a reward. “To you and her. Obviously. Who could miss all that yelling? They probably heard you down in the underworld. These caves do echo a lot, you know… Such a shame to hear such strife between a woman and her daught-”

“MMMMMMMPH!” There was a loud crackle of red energy, and even Gorgon had to retreat for a moment, though her stranglehold on her captive didn’t slacken in the least.

“… Apologies,” she finally said, with a raised eyebrow and a shrug. She wasn’t sure what she was apologising for, exactly, but getting her prey angry like this hadn’t quite been her intention, as silly as it was. Whatever. These rabbits were crazy. She got back to the point. “Still, even a heartless monster like myself cannot turn a blind eye to the difficult relationship between… parent and… child…?”

… No red flare – just a normal angry look. Progress.

Gorgon smirked, certain that she had her prey’s full attention now, and raised the Knight up so they were looking at one another directly. Slowly, light began to spin around the edges of her pupils. “Why don’t you let me help? I’m sure I can make it so that you two see… eye to eye…”

Mordred blinked slowly. Suddenly her head felt a lot heavier. Her thoughts, normally so jagged and… and loud were getting all… soft. She felt weirdly dizzy, like she was suffering from vertigo. Something about the monster in front of her was making her feel funny…

“Mmble…?”

“Oh yes…” Gorgon leaned in closer, her purple hair draping over Mordred’s shoulders as she rested her eyes right in front of the Knight’s. “That’s what you’d like, yes? To be equals? Then Relax. Relax, little Kit. I know just what you have to do.”

Equals? Equal with… with father? The thought made Mordred’s head swim – or was that the strange fuzzy feeling creeping over her thoughts? Either way it was an attractive offer. The Knight’s wide eyes stared into her captors, slowly starting to lid, a few flickers of colour starting to twist around her irises.

“It will be so easy…” The monster said, her voice so light and comforting, slipping right in between her captive’s sticky thoughts. “So very easy. You only have to do one thing. Just one thing. Do you think you can do that for me, little kit?”

Hazy. Everything was hazy. Her vision. Her mind. Haze. Her left eyelid gently sank down, closing for a moment before lifting again to reveal an even thicker array of spiralling colours, all spinning around her eyes. A moment later and her right followed suit – both of them now matching the rainbow whirlpools that shone in Gorgon’s gaze.

Could it… Could it really be so easy…?

“Un… Fng…?” She asked, drool starting to drip underneath the bottom of her scaled gag.

Gorgon giggled. “Yes,” she said, “Just one thing. One. Simple. Thing.” Her words were so quiet now, little more than a breath, so soft that Mordred had to use all of her remaining brain power to strain to make them out…

“Stop thinking.” And then suddenly they were loud again, so loud that they shot straight through the Knight’s straining ears and hit her dead centre in her soft and soggy mind. A sudden, snapped, shocking command that bolted through her very soul.

And Mordred, the Knight of Rebellion and Treachery, ‘True’ heir of King Arthur, who’s desperate most fervent wish was to be her father’s equal…

… Stopped thinking.

It was immediate. Her body went limp – her thrashing limbs settling completely to hang in Gorgon’s grip. Her head lolled, her eyes filling with spirals so completely you couldn’t even see her pupils. All thought in her head ceased, and if one listened carefully at her ears, you could probably hear the ocean. Her mouth went utterly slack, drool now really starting to pour from her lips as her jaw hung usless and open.

Gorgon smirked. And then laughed, her voice booming through the caverns. “How adorable – you really are even easier than the rabbit!” And then she tossed the metal covered knight up into the air, unwrapping them in a single motion and then snagging them by the leg with her tail before they could fall to the ground. The shakeup didn’t seem to bother Mordred at all, the spirals still spinning just as quickly in her eyes even as the blood rushed to her head. “Now, get rid of that ridiculous armour. I’m tired of carrying such a heavy girl about.”

Even the dreaded G word did nothing to rouse Mordred from her slumber. Instead there was just a flash of red, and then her armour was gone – leaving nothing but her simple red garb – little more than a red scrap of cloth for her top, and a flowing red skirt, which was currently dangling upside down with the rest of her, and thus not even slightly hiding the fact that she wore no underwear.

“There. Good girl.” Again, not even the slightest quiver of rage! “That’s much better. But if we’re going to make you an equal of the little rabbit… Then we’re going to have to do a bit of redistribution.” The Monster giggled, the tip of her tail slowly stroking down Mordred’s mostly bare body. “Now, here’s a secret for you. Did you know that, in truth, the little rabbit you want so badly to emulate is just… not very smart?”

“Not… Smart…?” It sounded like a question, so the mesmerised moron tried to answer, but all she ended up doing was repeating what she’d been told. Of course, this was exactly what her Mistress wanted.

“That’s right.” The tail stroked at the girl’s stomach. “In fact, she’s really quite dim. A real… dumbass.” Another giggle, another stroke. “Even you called her an idiot~”

That was true! Mistress had said it, after all, and so it must be.

“Honestly, she’s just very stupid indeed… So, if you want to be her equal, we’re going to need to do something about all those smarts inside your head… Luckily…” And the tail slid down even further, slipping under the knight’s top and stroking at what it found beneath. “I can see the perfect place to put them…”

Gorgon’s voice was right by the upside-down Knight’s ear now. “Now, little Kit, listen closely. In a moment, I am going to snap my fingers, and when I do, your mind is going to turn as light as air. All of those heavy thoughts and feelings and memories, allll air. They’ll all turn into air, they’ll just get lighter and lighter… until all of them just float, float, float away~” The Monster blew softly on her captive’s ear. “Yes, that’s right. Your mind is going to rise up, up out of your head, all the way up into your measly little tits…” Stroke. Stroke. “And when it gets there… it’s going to get sucked up into them – just sucked up, like they were a pair of balloons! And like any good balloons, when they get filled with air, they get bigger, and bigger…” The tail began to coil around Mordred’s flat chest, squeezing it, making sure the Knight could feel them, that they were in the centre of her empty head. “And the more and more of your mind you pump into your chest, the bigger your breasts will get, understand? Puff, puff, puff… So you just have to keep putting more… and more of your mind into your tits… until they’re just as big as the rabbit’s… As big as they can be. Understand?”

By now, Mordred’s face was a wide, blank smile, drool still dripping around the edges. “I understand…” She answered, her voice a blank monotone.

“Good girl. Then…”

SNAP

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Ruler was getting annoyed. She had been stumbl- walking around in this cave for what felt like forever now, occasionally bumpi- discovering statues where they were placed, and she’d found nothing. Honestly, were it not for the sheer amount of effort that it would have taken to pull off and her personal knowledge of just how lazy her knights tended to be, she would have thought Mordred had made the whole thing up. Certainly, she was disappointed in how her knight had behaved. Perhaps some form of discipline would be in order later.

At any rate, this was ridiculous. She was wandering around blind in a cave. What a waste of time. Perhaps it would be best if she tossed this ridiculous visor aside and returned to her casino, where she could-

“Well hello there, little Rabbit~” A voice suddenly spoke out of the darkness (or, Ruler assumed it was dark). “Have you been having fun getting lost in my lair?”

“Gorgon!” There could be no mistake – the beast was here at last! Ruler straightened up, her frustration utterly eradicated, a smile playing on her lips. “Finally, you’ve decided to stop running.”

“Running?” The Monster laughed. “Oh, little rabbit, I’d never run from you. You’re just so eager to deliver yourself to me~ Why would I refuse such an earnest gift?”

Ruler snorted, drawing her cards. “I didn’t come here to join your collection, Gorgon – I came here to defeat you, once and for all. You may have the rest of Chaldea cowering beneath their beds, but your reign of terror ends today! After all, not only do you face one of the most powerful servants in the Throne…” She smirked, drawing back into a battle pose. “But you’ll soon discover that I’ve rendered myself completely immune to your tricks!”

“Oh really now? All of my tricks?” The Monster, of course, only sounded amused. Naturally, such a creature could never understand that their own downfall was so close at hand. Their arrogance blinded them utterly. A creature so filled with pride wouldn’t sense their end until it was far too late.

“Yes! I know you may have defeated me in the past, but now you face a new Ruler – a new Artoria Pendragon! One whom you will not find so easy to fight. Now that I am prepared, I will finally defeat you, avenging my honour, and ending your plague on my name, and this heroic hold. With this power, I shall-!”

“Hm, I’m afraid I can’t quite make this power of yours out,” Gorgon muttered, sounding more amused by the second even as Ruler continued to boast. “I think that silly mask is in the way. Kit, would you remove it for me?”

“Of course Mistress~”

“- upon my holy blade that- Huh?” Ruler blinked. And she knew that she blinked, because suddenly she could see. She could see Gorgon towering over her, barely restraining herself from laughing. She could see Mordred, her wide eyes bright with swirling colour. She could even see her son’s tits, which were somehow just as large as her own, and suddenly pushing right up against them.

It was apparently much brighter in the cave than she’d thought.

This was not the thought that she dwelled on, though. “Wha- What are-?”

Her surprise, however, would be quite fatal, though perhaps not entirely lethal. Gorgon’s tail whipped out and wrapped around her and Mordred both, crashing them together in a crush of coils. Immediately the Bunny King’s arms were pinned, and she found herself pressed face to face with a blankly smiling Knight of Treachery.

“There. Parent and child reunited at last. And they call me a Monster.” The Monster chuckled. “I even helped her out a little, do you see? Why, she’s almost ready to become a proper little rabbit of her own~”

“You… What have you done to them?” Ruler tried to look up to glare at the beast constraining them, but all too quickly her head was yanked back down by a forceful tail pushing down on her.

“Now now, little rabbit. Your delightful daughter has been desperate for your attention for so long. I think it’s just rude to ignore her for me this time. Why not give her a piece of your mind instead?”

“I… She…” Something was wrong. Something was… funny. Ruler couldn’t quite place her finger on it. Her head felt odd, like it had been stuffed with cotton – her thoughts were beginning to draw slow and clumsy. She blinked, trying to refocus herself – but all she could focus on were the swirling colours in Mordred’s eyes.

“Yes? See, there you go. Was that so difficult?” Gorgon’s voice purred next to her, but Ruler couldn’t bring herself to look away from the Knight she was bound with. Her forehead creased as she frowned, trying to pull her mind together, trying to work out what was happening… But all of that effort just seemed to pour away into her daught- Into Mordred’s eyes…

“I… M… Mordred, what… what are you… doing…” She asked weakly, her head starting to loll. Her head was starting to spin, just like the colours around her pupils…

“Oh, the Kit can’t answer you anymore,” Gorgon helpfully told her, scaled hands starting to massage the King’s shoulders. “I’m afraid she’s come over a bit… Mindless. That’s why it was so kind of you to give her a piece of your mind. Now… Why don’t you give her another?”

“I…” The colours turned, and turned, and turned, and Ruler could feel her mind turning with them. Spinning around and around, all of her thoughts a blur of colour and sound… Spinning away… draining away… falling away… into the colour filled abyss…

“That’s it… In fact… since you’re so very generous…” The voice… She couldn’t remember who… whispered… “Why don’t you give her all of it?”

The bunny King’s shoulders slumped. Her mouth was hanging open – drool starting to drip down onto her chest. Colours were spinning in her eyes, almost as fast as Mordred’s. She could feel herself starting to drop… drop…

“Stop thinking.” And then suddenly the words were loud again, so loud that they shot straight through the King’s unguarded ears and hit her dead centre in her stuffed and swirly mind. A sudden, snapped, shocking command that bolted through her very soul.

And Artoria, the Once and Future King, Lord of Camelot, who’s desire to restore her besmirched pride had led her into the jaws of doom once again…

Stopped thinking.

Her mind draining away, down into the spiral, never to return. The Bunny King went limp, her eyes flooded with swirling colours, a blank smile resting on her face.

“And there we go.” Gorgon chuckled, finally relaxing her coils for a moment – if only so that her tail could swipe down and cut Ruler out of her outfit with more ease. “Sorry, little rabbit – I guess you didn’t have enough of a brain in your head for the both of you. Ah well – now you can be true equals together, hm? In fact…”

The Monster smirked, and set about arranging her newest playthings. It wasn’t particularly difficult – both Mordred and Ruler had discovered how easy it was to just do as directed when you couldn’t think a single blessed thing. In no time, both women were stood up and leaning against one another, their hands clasped, their breasts pressed together in perfect balance. Both of them stared at one another, spiral turning into spiral, each one draining away every little scrap of thought the other might have, making sure that neither would ever have so much as a single a conscious idea ever again.

Drool poured down both of their chins, dripping down onto their bare bountiful breasts, and pooling in the gap between them. Their own little Holy Grail… Not that either would ever be aware of it.

Gorgon finished straightening them up and then stood back, admiring their pose. The two were still flesh and blood, for the moment, but as far as their minds went they may as well have been stone to the core. Maybe she didn’t need to use her mystic eyes of petrification in order to make a good statue.

“Well, little rabbit, that was a lot of fun. You really must bring the kit more often,” she told the empty headed King. And then she looked to Mordred. “And don’t worry, kit. You were right after all. In the end, the one who defeated her was you~”

And with that, and another round of laughter – oh, her dear little rabbit had been so silly today – Gorgon turned and left the gallery chamber. Mordred probably would have appreciated the Monster’s last words to her… But she was in no state to hear them. Just as with her father, they passed in through one ear, and out through the other…

After all, statues had no need to hear anything even if they were still flesh and blood.