Servant Trap: Queen of the Track (Patreon)

Hi folks! A voter story for you today, and another installment in the ever popular Servant Trap series!

This one was a little tricky to write, I admit - I spent a long time trying to work out how to put all the elements together (which is why it's late, sorry for that). Putting Nero in a Casino and working out an appropriate fate was trickier than I expected - she was rather umu about the whole thing. But when it clicked, it clicked, and the result is below. I hope you enjoy!

(Honestly, I may have been a bit mean in my writing of her this time, but that is what she gets for taking so long to plot!)

((Oh, and one day left for voters for this week's art poll and the story poll! If you haven't already voted, go right on down and do so now!))

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(Contains bimbofication and corruption)

“You could at least help urge the horses!” The Rider yelled, pulling hard on the reigns as she forced her chariot around yet another obstacle with little more than willpower and determination. “Use that stupid charisma of yours, or show some riding skill, anything!”

“No, that will be fine,” said the blonde Saber sat in the back, scribbling away on some parchment. It was certainly a bumpy ride, but she didn’t seem bothered as the wind whipped around her and the ground tore away beneath them not a foot away from her. “I must capture this moment of inspiration, before it disappears from mine view!”

“ARE YOU FREAKING-!” The redhead nearly turned to yell at her, only to notice a pitfall opening up before them at the last moment and return her attention to steering. “Gah! Stop this nonsense Nero! Don’t you have any idea what will happen to us if we lose this race?” Disaster was narrowly averted.

But the blonde Saber – Nero – merely laughed. “Perish the thought! The very idea that we might lose is pure fantasy. Fear not, if the situation truly becomes desperate, I shall take the reigns. For now, you are doing an adequate job.”

The Rider twitched. “Just keep it together, Boudica,” she muttered to herself, praying to the gods for patience unending. “There’s a bigger enemy to fight. She’s not evil, she’s just an idiot, don’t let her get to you.”

This was difficult for her, make no mistake. Under normal circumstances, the heroic spirit would have sacrificed everything in order to tear the frustrating blonde behind her apart – actively or no, Nero and her empire had taken everything from her and her people. That was the kind of vengeance that could never disappear from her soul, not even in death. Even being summoned as a Rider, her most peaceful and patient incarnation, held no love for the small empress. Just being this close to her made the flames of an Avenger tickle at the edges of her heart. But…

She took a breath and spared a glance upwards, towards the audience stands. Up there sat crowds of hooded figures, all watching the race below them with amused glee. And beyond them, past the walls of this incredible, impossible race course, stood the eternal city of Cockaigne – a place that used Servants and Heroic Spirits, the very best legends of humanity, as little more than toys and slaves. The ultimate trap of the King of Magic – and an all too successful one at that.

Nero was unpleasant, her presence a constant thorn scratching at the edge of the ancient British hero’s mind, but she was nothing compared to that. Now if only she’d take the situation seriously so that Boudica didn’t have to keep reminding herself of that fact.

“Pray, do take note, if you could keep the chariot steady while I write, it would be most appreciated.”

Rrgh! Just. Focus. On winning. The race. “What are you even writing that’s so much more important than us not getting turned into brainless slaves?!?”

“Why, I am recording my adventures in this wonderous city!” Nero’s tone was filled with the eager glee of an egotist having been asked to talk about themselves. “Travelling from sight to sight, seeing the wonders of the city of pleasures. It’s truly an amazing place – have you visited their theatre?”

Boudica blinked, her brain stalling on what her co-racer had just said so long that their chariot nearly collided with a wall. “Wha- you toured the city?!” That was impossible – this place was… Well, dangerous. The Rider’s knowledge from the grail imparted during her summoning hadn’t been extensive, but it had been more than clear about what happened to servants in this place – all of them became bimbos, in one way or another. She’d seen horrifying visions of saints turned into strippers, fighters into fuckdolls, and gods into gloryholes. This entire singularity was designed to corrupt and transform heroic spirits into empty headed sluts – there was no way it could do anything else.

So how the hell had Nero wandered the place like a tourist?!

“Oh yes. Here, let me read you an excerpt of my travels!”

“This really isn’t the ti-“

-

“Hmm. I do not like this, no no I most certainly don’t…” The glorious emperor of Rome, Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, looked around at her surroundings with an expression of disdain that only a woman of the highest rank of aristocracy could attain. Then all at once her arms swung out wide, indicating the grand display before her. “These acts are needlessly, pointlessly mundane. How can they possibly wish to put these women on stage when they have the great and glorious myself here, ready to perform?”

She stood, of course, upon the streets of Cockaigne, gazing up at the great city’s greatest attraction – the Temptation Theatre, in all its glitz and glamour. What had attracted her attention, though, were the bill boards around the main entrance, each proclaiming their own magnificent acts – none of which starred the good Empress herself. That was the problem.

“Of course, your eminence,” her Master nodded, suitably troubled by the obvious issue here. “But fortunately for us, you’re here now. Perhaps we can fix this glaring oversight with your help.”

“Umu.” She nodded seriously. “Very well – I shall be glad to help you fix this issue. After all, I am the very paragon of generosity! And as such, in this gloriously advanced city, I shall put on the greatest performance ever seen by man – just watch, Cockaigne, and be delighted as I, Nero, dazzle you in person!” Then she smirked to herself. “Such a glorious stage, and all eyes upon me – Yes, this is clearly the job I was summoned to do!”

-

Once again, a crash was only narrowly averted by Boudica’s legendary riding skill as Nero’s tale nearly stole her attention from the track. The obstacles were getting more common and more cunning, and the other racers were starting to pull their own tricks to knock their competitors out of the race – there was no rule against cheating here, after all.

“You went into- no, you performed in their theatre?!?” The redhead was, deservedly, incredulous. “Then how the hell are you here and not spinning your behind around a silver pole?!”

“Oh, so you’ve seen their performances as well?” Nero nodded with sage sombreness.” It was a most impressive dance, and I was quick to adapt to it. I must say, their brave commitment to their art – their willingness to throw away all coverings and display their bodies proudly – it warmed my heart. They almost reached the heights of my beloved Rome~”

At this point, Boudica was almost certain nothing the Emperor could say would surprise her anymore. “You mean you stripped,” she said in pained deadpan, “on stage. And then they just let you leave?”

“I am sure they were sad to see me go,” the blonde sighed, still scribbling away, “but a wandering rose such as I cannot be bound in one place – well, any place besides Rome, of course. Besides, they had bigger problems than I in that place.”

“Bigger… What do you mean bigger problems?” That purple haired horse rider was getting much too close – damn, they were good, too. They were going to be a problem…

Nero, of course, was oblivious. “Oh, something I overheard as I passed the manager’s office on my way out. Here, I noted it down in my memories.”

“That’s really oka-“

-

“Stop her, for the love of Asmodeus!” The Manager was shaking the Master very hard, and they found it quite unpleasant. “She was supposed to get busty and dumb up on that stage, but all she’s doing is screaming!”

“I believe that’s her attempt at singing…” Nero’s hapless Master noted, sounding as adorably awkward as ever. Ah, where would he be without his precious servant?. At least she was doing her best to help the situation – indeed, she had taken her backup dancers strip show as a contest, and immediately divested herself of any coverings. Her performance had surely been the talk of the day – alas, it had not been enough to life the manager from his woes, it seemed.

“I don’t care! She needs to stop!”

“Fine, fine…” The Master sighed, pulling themselves loose of the manager’s grasp and straightening their face concealing robes. “We’ll try something else.”

-

“And that was when Master told me it was time to leave – I can only assume he didn’t want to involve himself any further in theatre business when he had such a magnificent servant to tend to instead.”

She was an idiot, she was actually an idiot, Boudica had lost her love, her family, her land, her country to an idiot-

Focus on that later.

“And they definitely weren’t talking about you, huh?” Damnit, there was that purple haired rider again! She was coming in, her sword flashing! “Attack coming from the right!”

“Tch.” At last, the blonde put her papers away and stood up, drawing her own weapon. “Can they not see I am in the middle of greatness? Well, perhaps I cannot blame them, as I’m always in the middle of greatness – it must be hard for them to tell.”

There was a clash of blades, and sparks crackled as heroes battled. Boudica tried not to let it distract her – there was a tricky corner coming up ahead, and she needed to focus.

The race, as it had been described to her, was in two parts. The first section of the course – the part they were in now – was littered with obstacles and traps, fiendish pitfalls which would surprise even the most experienced racer. So far she’d seen open pits, tunnels, boulders, walls that burst up from the ground, and other nasty tricks that all tried to bring their race to an end – but in front of them now was something new. The road narrowed down to a point, wide enough for maybe one racer at a time. Which… wasn’t too bad. The real challenge was half way down the track, though, where big pink blocks slid out of the wall and blocked the path completely every couple of seconds, their surface shimmering with magic, each marked with a picture of a bunny.

Obviously, they were dangerous. Touching them was completely out of the question. But at the same time she couldn’t slow down with this enemy servant on the attack – she’d have to time this perfectly.

Not that she begrudged the enemy for their strategy, either – the reason her summoning had contained so much information about what Cockaigne really was, about what would happen to the losers of this race – and probably the winners as well, if she was honest – was so that they would be motivated to compete to the best of their abilities. To lose was to become a brainless sexpot, after all. Everyone in this race knew that – except Nero, apparently.

And speaking of the little Empress…

“Ha! Haha, not bad, hero, but it will take more than that to defeat the great Emperor Nero!” It seemed like she’d managed to drive the purple haired woman back for a moment. “Anyway, Boudica, obviously they couldn’t have been talking about me, it was most certainly a completely unrelated conversation.”

“Well that’s-“ Thunk. “Oh. She has a bow.” The redhead stared at the arrow embedded in her chariot like a woman who just couldn’t even bring herself to care anymore.

“Most impressive!” And of course Nero was more energised than ever. “To meet such a capable warrior must be the blessing of the gods! Boudica, slow down, I wish to engage her further!”

“Like hell!” The Rider snapped, and she started speeding up instead. Okay, if she got this right, with the chariot blocking their attacker’s view, she might not have seen what was up ahead, so they might be able to use it to get away from her…

“Hmph.” Nero folded her arms, pouting. “Well that seems like poor form.”

“We’re racing to win! Did you use to stop all the time back in the coliseum?”

“Oh yes, certainly! The other Riders were always courteous enough to-“

“Well they aren’t courteous here!” Of course. Of course. Just as Nero looked like she might be useful for once… “Just stop her from shooting us! You can play with her after the race if you want!”

The blonde considered it for a moment, before blocking another arrow with her sword and nodding. “Very well! You are right, I should like to meet her on an even field, without being constrained by vehicles or horses!”

Of course only one rider could make it to the end as themselves, but Boudica wasn’t about to spoil the emperor’s fun when she was finally behaving herself. She had other things to worry about – like timing this right. The blocks were sliding back now, and she knew that any second they would come slamming back out to seal the path. She had to get this exactly right.

Slam!

They’d crashed out again, sending a blast of air down the path. Nearly there – and the horse rider was right behind them. Nearly, nearly…

She watched the blocks slide back. Wide – wide enough to pass through now if the horses squeezed, but no. Wait for it… wait for it…

Now! She urged the beasts forward with all that she had, driving the chariot forward, nearly knocking Nero off her feet with the unexpected change of speed-

Slam!

And by the width of a hair on Nero’s blonde head, they were through. The chariot continued down the path unabated, the blocks sealing the way behind them for a moment, before opening again. But when Boudica looked back to see if the rider was still chasing, there was no sign of her…

“And look at that, race fans! It seems like one of tonight’s favourites has fallen! Give it up for Minamoto No Raikou as she enters The Pink Room!!!”

What? Blinking, Boudica looked up as they exited the narrow road and returned to the wider course – the obstacle part of the trap falling away behind them. Overhead were several viewing windows – giant TV screens for the audience up in the stands to get a closer look at the ‘action’, her grail knowledge told her. And right now, they were displaying the purple haired hero that had been chasing them as she found herself surrounded by pink. Had she touched the blocks?

The redhead couldn’t look away. She had an idea of what was about to happen, but part of her didn’t want to believe it, forced her to watch just in case there was a chance she was wrong. Kept hoping as she saw the woman’s body start to change, saw her legs lengthen, her ass grow, and her breasts burst through her armoured top as they expanded to an even larger size of ridiculous. Clinging on desperately to that fading dream as the shreds of the woman’s clothing vanished, dissolving into pink smoke, and a wave of light rose up along her body, stitching entirely new clothes onto her morphed body – a purple leotard and dark stockings with heels, designed to be as revealing as possible.

Feeling that hope die as the wave finished, and a pair of purple bunny ears lowered themselves onto Raikou’s head. The screens gave an up-close view of her eyes as they went wide and flashed pink, her struggles ceasing immediately. For a moment she was still… And then she giggled, sticking her chest forward for the viewers in the audience, her now pink eyes entirely vapid.

Hero to bimbo in a flash.

“Looks like she’s won the bimbo bunny prize, folks! And what a prize she makes! Who’s going to be the lucky one to take her home tonight? Keep watching the race to find out~”

Ugh. Damnit. Doing that to another hero hadn’t been her intent, and it wasn’t as though she had any choice in this gods forsaken race, but Boudica still felt at fault. She’d had no quarrel with Raikou – they had only been enemies by circumstance, nothing more. Still, there was no time to feel sorry for her – there was still a race to win.

At least after seeing that Nero would have no choice but to take things more… seriously…

“You’re writing again?!” Boudica barked over her shoulder, glaring daggers at the roman filth that was dirtying her cha- at, at Nero, her ally, who it would be a bad idea to take out an ancient and all-consuming grudge on right now.

The Saber was indeed writing again. “Yes, yes, of course. With our foe thrown off, it is the perfect time to record my thoughts. One can’t be sure how long we’ll have before she returns, after all.”

“We can’t be…” Oh no. “You mean you didn’t watch the screens overhead?”

The blonde waved a dismissive hand, while the other continued to scribble. “Naturally no – it was not a spectacle focused upon me, so what would be the point?”

Unbelievable. Or, no – entirely believable, because it was Nero. Why would she ever expect anything else?

“I shall give you an example – this excerpt from my memoirs, which I have just committed to text!”

“That’s really not-“

-

“GET OUT!”

The Master had likely never experienced the feeling of being literally thrown from a school before. The principle had turned out to have a surprisingly strong arm. Fortunately, despite their Servant also getting thrown at the same time, a Heroic Spirit is more than capable of catching their Master before they hit the ground, and Nero was no exception – no, she was exceptional in every way! “Tch! I expected more from a woman of education. Praetor, I worry that your city’s students may be being misled by that Hadrian!”

“She was just upset, Nero,” her Master sighed, returning to their feet. “You probably shouldn’t have kept talking over her in class.”

“Nonsense! Obviously my words were far more important than hers.” The Empress nodded to herself. “Umu! After all, I aced her test with ease!”

“… I’m not sure if you aced it - You answered every question with your eyes closed.”

“Of course! Naturally, such activities are a trifle to one such as I!”

The Master sighed, clearly winded by their speedy exit from the school. “I… see… Well in that case, perhaps you would like a reward for your service? The salons here in Cockaigne are perhaps the best in all of time…”

But instead Nero simply laughed at the idea. “Such jests, Praetor!” The blonde laughed heartily. “As if any salon could hope to improve my beauty! No no, I’d never be so cruel as to think an attendant could ever improve on my perfection. You know back when I was alive, stylists used to weep when they saw me coming! Even my serenades could not ease their pain…”

She could have sworn she saw her Master twitch, but it must have been a trick of the light.

“Well then, perhaps you might be interested in a visit to one of our city’s grander attractions then? The Casino is just down this street…”

-

By this point Boudica was just flat out ignoring her ‘partner’s babblings. She had much more important things to focus on as they entered the second half of the race – like the other racers who were drawing ever closer, or the new challenges that lay ahead for them all. The obstacle course part of the race was done, and now the main danger was the road – or rather, what the road was over. The track lurched up from the ground not far ahead, becoming a wide bridge that spanned over a deep lake of thick pink liquid…

The Rider didn’t need to guess what that stuff would do to anyone who took a dip. Sticking to the course would be their only choice – though that didn’t look easy. The track was designed to be hard to stay on – it zigged, zagged, went forward, went back, went up, went down, split up, came together, there were even a few loop-de-loops thrown in there as well. It was insane to think that such a course could be done in a horse-drawn chariot… But Riding Skill A was one hell of a thing, and Boudica was sure that she could manage it on her own. The other Riders might complicate things, but as long as nothing else interfered…

Of course no sooner had the first group of racers driven up the ramp than interference appeared – in the form of giant thorned tentacles rising up out of the ‘water’ on either side of the course. The things struck almost before anyone knew they were there, and the chariot swerved at the last moment to avoid being snatched up into the air. A few other Riders weren’t so lucky, and Boudica winced as she saw a white-haired servant with a crystal horse being seized and dragged below the lapping pink waves with a short scream that ended with a loud ‘Blub’. She urged the horses on, not wanting to see what emerged from the drink when she rose again.

And that was only the start. More and more tentacles emerged from the neon waters down below as the racers continued, many of them passing one another and speeding up now in order to escape, rather than to win the race. More than one shot ahead – but that just isolated them from the pack, and worse, their speed was too much for the road. Boudica saw multiple figures fly off the sharp corners and vanish into the pink.

Her strategy was a slower speed and tighter turns – but that too invited danger. It would make them easy pickings for the demon tentacles. Fortunately her chariot was defensive in this class – it gave them a little protection. But that alone wouldn’t be enough. “Nero, you have to fight them off!”

“Heh heh… My dear, beloved Boudica, I thought you would never ask!”

Boudica tried to stop herself from throttling the reigns at that show of affection. But it was fine – fine! Nero’s blade once again sang – and fortunately it was much better at it than Nero’s voice. The tentacles were swiftly beaten back, securing their team some breathing space. Around them, other racer teams were trying the same – but with a less balanced composition of attack and defence, they were having a harder time – one by one, they were being picked away.

Aside from the two of them, the last of their group – a short woman in samurai armour who bounced about the road like a mad woman before being caught – was plucked off the track almost half way across the lake. The last Boudica saw of her, she was being disarmed by a small swarm of tentacles, before tendrils plugged every hole in her body, and started to pump pink into her, her body shuddering as her eyes rolled up in her head.

“Ha ha!” Nero let loose a boisterous laugh, flipping her hair back as she parried away another reaching thorned limb. “The others will never catch up now. Good work, my partner! My, they really have spiced this idea up since I suggested it~”

Yes, the race was theirs now – and, as mentioned, it was a lot easier to handle the track when she ignored what her partner was-

- Wait.

What had she just said?

“W-what?” Boudica asked, her head turning like her neck was a rusty bolt. Her attention on the road ahead slackened to near nothing, her piloting of the chariot reduced to mere instinct alone. “What did you just say?”

“I said they’ve really improved on these races – though of course it still pales in comparison to my beloved Rome in so many ways. Still, I truly did not expect them to do so well when I first brought the idea of a chariot race up!”

“You… suggested?” Boudica’s eyes were starting to dry out – her intense stare at Nero’s back refused to relent.

And Nero noticed none of it. “Oh yes! Here!” She raised her parchment in her free hand. “I shall read to you that part of my memoires too!”

This time, the Queen of Briton didn’t object to the recital at all. No, her eyes didn’t waver from her rival turned ‘ally’, not even for a moment, as she studied her papers, and began to read…

-

That casino was glitzy, and glamorous, and certainly reminded the ever perceptive emperor of the Theatre she had visited not long ago – but this was a different animal entirely, make no mistake. The crowds had gathered thickly here, and unlike at the theatre where they say in rapturous silence, absorbing the performances on display, her they were rowdy and rambunctious to almost excessive degree! Yes, this place was truly the bastion of a good time for the citizens of Cockaigne, and Nero could see more than a few other servants within enjoying the games and tests of skill, some of them even adorning themselves with those interesting bunny costumes, and smiling quite happily about it. They all looked like they were having such fun!

And yet…

And yet, alas, it was not enough for Nero. No, it hardly compared to the great glory of Rome. Alas, she did try, hoping to satisfy her master, but no matter how many games she won, it just didn’t have the same thrill as the great games of old. Why, she grew so weary of it that she couldn’t even bring herself to try the slot machines, or spin the roulette.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try any of these games, your empyreal majesty?” her Master asked, his concern for her so strong and so self-evident that it sounded like boredom. “Perhaps poker would be more to your tastes…”

But the servant just sighed, a hand to her head. “No, no, Master, you are so very kind, but no. I’m afraid this kind of thing just simply isn’t enough. In my wonderful Rome, everything was so much… grander. It’s not your fault, no one could ever possibly compare, but… Alas.”

And her Master, kind soul that he was, sighed in sympathy with her, his woe so great that he was forced to rub his face in frustration. “Well, perhaps we can try,” he said, after a moment. “What was your favourite game from back then?”

“Hmm…” She gracefully tapped her fingers to her lips in thought. “There were so many… I must say I was always fond of chariot racing. In fact I was a world class racer, the best in all of Rome. Ah, it would be nice to race again… Could we do something similar here?”

“Hm.” Her Master smiled. “Yes, I think we can. Perhaps-“

“Oh, and maybe we could summon other servants to race against! To provide a true challenge!”

“Well, I-“

“And we could improve the course – put some real obstacles in and make sure the winner – me, obviously – truly earns their place!”

“That-“

“Ah, and it should be broadcast on giant screens that all of Cockaigne can see, so that my greatful reward for their generous hospitality – that of my own magnificence – can be seen by each and every citizen of this fine town. Truly, you are no Rome – but it is no insult to be lesser than perfection! Yes, yes, this must be done! Praetor!” She turned to her Master with fire in her eyes. “We must see that it is so!”

And her Master gave her an oddly nervous smile, before nodding and saying, “I’ll have a word with management,” and then running off.

He was almost as eager to do this as she.

-

“And it looks like we have a winner, everyone! Last women standing, it’s Team Rome Rivals! Crossing the finish line with time to spare – let’s give ‘em a hand!”

Boudica didn’t register the finish line, or the announcement, or the cheering audience. Her eyes hadn’t moved from Nero for nearly a quarter or the race – guiding her chariot to the end by instinct alone, with a little help from her horses. Everything else was a blur to her – all that mattered was the woman, that woman, that woman, the one who’d started this, the one who’d given them the idea, the one who’d told them how to do it, the one responsible for her summoning, the one responsible for everything, the one who’d doomed her to this, the one who’d taken her lands, the one who’d hurt her family, the one who done it all – Nero. Nero. NERO.

The Rider could feel something shifting in her chest. The rage she tried to hard to control, straining to get loose.

She was starting to feel less and less a Rider every second.

And Nero, continuing a running theme, didn’t notice. “Ahhh, the adulation of the crowds! Yes, this is good and right – now this feels almost like my beloved Rome! They’re celebrating our victory! Umu, it’s glorious! Quickly, Boudica, take me to where our audience can see me clearly!”

… “Right. Sure. Yeah.” The track wasn’t completely over yet. There was a turn up ahead over to the winner’s podium, just after the course rejoined the shore. It was a sharp corner, right next to the lake, the pink waves merrily lapping at the edge of the turf.

Boudica felt something dark wrapping around her spirit core. Something vile, completely opposed to the peaceful, caring woman she tried to be. She welcomed it.

Nero waved happily to the crowds who were cheering as they approached. “Greetings! Greetings! Yes, umu!” She puffed up her chest proudly. “Thank you, thank you, one and all! You humble me, on this most wonderous of days! Ah, you have welcomed me into your city, and truly made me feel at home – yes, on this day, I can safely say that you, all of you, and especially my lovely partner Boudica, are all citizens of- Blub!”

Boudica’s boot put a swift end to her proclamation, the pink waves washing over her head with shocking speed. The crowd fell silent. Boudica didn’t care – she just watched the bubbles rising where Nero thrashed beneath the surface, stepping down from her chariot to get a closer look.

When the bubbles finally burst and Nero rose, gasping for air, the cold eyed queen found herself studying her hated rival with distant interest – as though she was watching a movie of her swim instead of being right there herself. Nero had changed – her breasts, already decently large, we starting to tear her dress as they grew, and her hair looked blonder, silkier. There was even a trace of pink around the edge of her eyes.

“B-Boudica, why would you-Blub!” Again, she was cut off, as the ancient british queen’s foot stood itself atop her head, and dunked her back under.

Yes, Nero had changed – but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“You were always complaining about headaches,” the redhead growled, watching the bubbles and thrash around her boot. “Let’s see if you still get them when you don’t have a brain.”

She lifted her foot. Nero surfaced again, her eyes fluttering. Her chest was twice its original size, and she looked rather dazed – her irises a swirl of green and pink. “L-like… Boudy, I feel kinda funny… Umu…” The Empress half mumbled, pink fluid dribbling from her now plump lips. “You, like, totally need to brbbbleble!”

Under she went again, like a teabag being dipped and squeezed, getting all of those arrogant smarts dissolved out of her into the lake and soaking up all the bimbo pink water all the while. Boudica could feel her struggles growing weaker through the sole of her shoe, could feel that magical, impossible strength draining away as the water seeped deeper and deeper.

When she was allowed to surface for a third time, the difference was incredibly pronounced. Nero had never had an imposing figure – had never been tall or too voluptuous. But now? Her tits – yes, that was the only way of describing them, a thought that made Boudica smile – her tits were huge, massive, each larger than her head, with no clothing left to hide them. And her eyes were utterly clueless, an expression of deepest confusion written across her face, lined by the pinkest makeup imaginable.

Her eyes were tight pink spirals, with barely a flicker of green left in them.

The darkness wrapped around her heart was seeping in, and Boudica didn’t mind at all. It just stoked the flames that burned within her already, encouraged the instincts she’d restrained, drove her to do more, to give this bitch what she was owed! And now it was stirring something else – a hunger, a desire, a path to humiliating this fool even more! This wasn’t enough, she needed more! Yes…

Darkness, a deep, thick red swirled around her as she hauled the blonde out of the lake and slung her over her shoulder, smacking the fool’s now nicely padded posterior as she marched back to her chariot, drawing a startled gasp from Nero’s lips. Each step made those giant tits bounce and smack against her back, forming a lovely steady rhythm. It made a nice beat until they reached her ride, and the redhead put Nero down at the very front of her carriage, her bimbofied body on full display.

Boudica’s white outfit was burning, the red aura seeping into it, transforming it from cloth to hard, dark leather, her hair flowing around her shoulders like the avenging flame she had become. It had never been the most concealing form of clothing – something she’d been rather embarrassed to learn upon her summoning, actually. But now the embarrassment had burned away, and the more revealing, the better. In moments, she’d become wrapped in a vision of red, pointed leather that hid even less than her original outfit. It felt good. It felt powerful.

“I… Like… I can’t think super right, umu…” Nero murmured, her eyes so sweetly dumb as she gazed up at the stands around them, the chariot slowly rolling them into the winner’s circle. “What’s goin’ on… did I win?”

Boudica thought about it for a moment, hate and spite nestled deeply within her heart. She looked up at the casino screens, proudly proclaiming her the winner. She looked up at the audience, who were back to cheering loudly at the display. She looked back at Nero, the subject of her hate, who stared back without so much as an ounce of complicated thought going on behind her eyes.

And she smiled. “Yes, Nero. You won. Now let’s get you your just reward, shall we?” She reached up and unclasped her top from behind, letting it fall away and expose her breasts (Had they gotten bigger? It didn’t matter) to the world. Nero just blinked at her, looking confused – which was her default now, and the queen loved it – so she reached over and pulled her in, gently guiding the former empress into her chest, giving her breasts a small bounce to entrance the feebleminded girl and smooth the way.

She’d always been told she gave nice hugs. Now, she knew she could do even better. The same instincts that had taken hold of her, that she had given in to, that she had welcomed into her heart, told her all she needed to know. New knowledge filled her, and as she guided the blonde to wrap her lips around an offered nipple, certainty filled her. She wasn’t a Rider anymore. She wasn’t even an Avenger. She was a Slut Tamer – a class just for Cockaigne – and this one was to be her first.

Nero’s hesitant lips finally locked onto her teat, and she felt the power within her swell – felt a warmth in her chest that sloshed about inside her breasts. Felt it flow, drawn to her teat, sucked by an entranced bimbo… And felt it spurt out of her, pouring into the empty-headed blonde’s mouth.

It was wonderous, like the releasing of a pressure she hadn’t been aware of, and she moaned with pleasure as Nero’s uncertainty vanished and she locked on tight, suckling like a new born calf.

“It looks like our new champion’s enjoying her prize! Congratulations to Boudica, newly chosen by our lord Asmodeus to become a true citizen of Cockaigne and hunt down any pesky Heroic Spirit who gets in our way…”

Heh. Ah, so this was her prize, was it? How wonderful. Boudica had been convinced that no matter what she was going to be turned into a bimbo with the rest, but this… this was delightful. She watched Nero as the former hero drank deep of her milk, seeing as the green vanished entirely from her eyes, as the enslaving nectar of her teats washed away any semblance of the woman’s old mind. She was just a bimbo now – but not just any bimbo.

She was Boudica’s bimbo.

That meant that as her tits swelled up another cup size, achieving true melon status, and her ass plumped as well to keep up, clothing began to rethread itself around her – A tight pink jacket with ‘Boudica’s Bitch’ scrawled on the back, and an even tighter skirt squeezed around her hips, with spiked heels to complete the race queen look – and nothing else.

And once the transformation was finally complete, she popped free of her nipple, falling to her knees and gazing up at Boudica with literal hearts in her eyes. Her conquest was complete.

Naturally, then, her Mistress immediately yanked her to her feet and pulled her along to the victor’s podium – the number 1 spot now hers. Boudica sat down on it heavily, spreading her legs and shoving Nero’s face underneath her leather skirt, where the obedient bimbo happily started licking.

“That’s one down,” the new Slut Tamer laughed, raising her gaze to meet the screens that she knew showed her face to all of Cockaigne. “Now when are you getting me some more bitches to break?”

The future was looking bright for Boudica. Maybe she’d even get to tour the city now. She’d heard it was a really nice place. It would be fun to see it for herself~