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Hi folks!

Okay, I will definitely be having to consider how I'm going to do these kinds of things in the future. I like having these weeks of intense writing activity, but my I really do push myself to my limits sometimes. I may try to keep it so that I only do so many shorts in a week or something - I'll think on it. For now though, several real life madness events, not knowing the first thing about several of the shows I was asked to write for, and a booster shot has not stopped me from writing up your requested shorts. I hope you enjoy them!

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Contents:

1: Pokemon - Lucario and his team of tamed pokemon trainers go to collect the last member of his Pokebabe team: Dawn!

2:  Nanoha - Fate and Signum find a strange planet intent on turning them into cowgirls! But they'll be fine, right?

3: Unity - Meredith Braun, otherwise known as the super science hero Metal Knuckle, has to put down a robot assimilation plan! Unfortunately they've already assimilated the team's speedster...

4: RWBY - Weiss insults a faunus she really shouldn't have, and gets turned into a princess as a result!

5: Code Geass - Kallen tests out a new upgrade for her Knightmare. Unfortunately this has the slight side effect of mechanizing her mind and turning her into a mecha component...

6: DC - Wonder Woman and Power Girl visit a toy shop looking for dolls. They'll certainly find a pair...

7: RWBY - Ruby and Weiss go out for a massage - unaware of how life changing a good massage can be...

8: RWBY - It's Christmas time, and Ruby and Weiss are in the holiday spirit! Unfortunately, a sinister hypnotic text results in an intense craving for milk and swelling cowgirl breasts, at the cost of their brains...

9: Persona 4 - Naoto is starting to regret making herself a target of the serial killer, now that her shadow is ranting about turning her into a bimbo...

10: Persona 4 - Rise receives an interesting pamphlet that promises to be able to turn her into the perfect nerdy girlfriend in no time flat!

11: Original - Hell's kind of fallen behind the times, and now is looking to recruit some more demons to their side so they can deal with the overflow...

12: Rent a Girlfriend - Chizuru has broken her contract, and now faces the consequences: Being turned into an ass obsessed twerking buttslut!

13: My Hero Academia - Momo investigate the circus, only to find herself running away to join it instead...

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Request: Lucario has almost completed his team, but he's waiting at the championship room for the last member to make it perfect. Said last member would be Dawn, whose journey has been surprisingly easy thanks to Lucario adding the female gym leaders to his team. With each one, he's had dress up in slutty Pokemon costumes, with Cynthia being in a Gardevoir costume. The intelligence he's absorbed has allowed him to speak human as well. He defeats Dawn by having one of the girls, dressed as a Hypno, hypnotize her before he manipulates her Aura. And once he's done, he has her dress up as a Lopunny.

The path to becoming a Pokemon Champion was a long one, and it was beset by many trials. Typically, anyone who made it to the top rank hadn’t just defeated eight gym leaders, the region’s Elite Four, and any previous champions, no. All too often, the climb involved fighting through criminal organisations, saving the world, and just in general being a protector of man and Pokemon alike. To ascend to the rank of Champion was the highest honour that the Pokemon League could bestow, and almost every person who earned the title did so with sweat, tears, and love for their Pokemon. It was the ending to a long, incredible journey every time.

All that said, Dawn was pretty sure she was about to set a world record on time between her receiving her first Pokemon and becoming the Champ! Seriously, she had flown through all of the challenges set in her way. Sure, team Galactic had given her some issues, but half of her gym challenges had been complete and utter curb-stomps. She’d felt kind of bad about it, honestly – a lot of gym leaders had gone missing recently, and their gyms had been struggling to replace them. Obviously, as a Pokemon trainer on her journey to Champion, and as a general good egg, Dawn had done her own searching for the missing women, but just like everyone else she hadn’t found so much as a single sign of any of them.

Gardenia, Fantina, Maylene, Candice… All of them had vanished without a trace. It was a total mystery. For a while, the trainer had suspected that team Galactic was behind it for some reason or another, but even after their plans had fallen apart completely there’d been no mention of the missing gym leaders. It was a shame – she really hoped they were safe out there, wherever they were. Maybe one day she’d get to battle them properly, to make it clear she’d actually earned her badges!

But for now, she had a journey to complete, and that journey led straight through the Pokemon League! Though the way here hadn’t been quite as tough as maybe it should have been, Dawn still had faith in her team. She’d trained her Pokemon with pride and friendship, and there wasn’t anyone she didn’t think they could beat. Even the mysterious Champion of the region, who had seemingly vanished herself - although most said that was pretty typical of her, so no one was too worried… Yeah, Cynthia, you’d better watch out – there was a new challenger coming for your title!

The Elite Four were a legitimate challenge, at least. Four of the toughest Pokemon masters in the entire region, battled one after another with no rest – after defeating them, no one could possibly doubt that Dawn deserved to stand at the height of the League. That she had earned the right to challenge the Champion herself – who did seem to be in attendance today, much to the trainer’s delight. It was time to bring this entire journey to a dramatic climax!

Well, such were Dawn’s thoughts as she stepped through the corridor and entered the Champion’s room, Pokeballs at the ready. “Alright, Cynthia! Challenger Dawn is ready to- to -towhat the hell are you wearing?!”

Said thoughts immediately crashed to a halt and were hurled in an entirely new direction as she finally laid eyes on the infamous Champion of Sinnoh, and found her dressed… most inappropriately. Granted, Cynthia had never been the most conservatively dressed woman, but that outfit was ridiculous! The white, flowy evening dress that reached all the way to her feet would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the massive split down the front, revealing her legs all the way up to her- to her, um…

Dawn’s face turned bright red as she realised that she was looking at, and she desperately looked around for something else to focus on. Did- Did Champions not wear undearwear? Was that part of the uniform? She really hoped it wasn’t!

Of course, the way that the dress almost completely failed to contain Cynthia’s chest only made her worry more. And the large red gem she wore on a necklace that nestled between her incredibly large breasts only drew more attention to the area. It was funny – Dawn had only really seen pictures of the Champion before, but she could have sworn that the woman hadn’t been so, um, top heavy in any of them. She hadn’t been small, no not at all, but she definitely hadn’t had those bowling balls hidden under her top!

Compared to all of that, the fact that the famous blonde’s hair was now a pleasant shade of grass green, bangs hanging coyly over one eye, was almost easy to overlook – but it caught Dawn’s eye, her now experienced Pokemon trainer instincts flaring in recognition. Wait, this was…

“Gardevoir?” The trainer’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “W-Why is the Champion of Sinnoh wearing a Gardevoir costume…?” It didn’t seem like the woman’s normal style at all.

“Because,” spoke a smooth, male voice from behind her, “she isn’t the Champion of Sinnoh. Are you, dear?”

Cynthia giggled, looking at something over Dawn’s shoulder. “Cynthiaaaaa~”

The trainer spun around, finding the doors to the Champion’s chamber sliding shut behind her, and between her and them… “A Lucario?”

The blue Pokemon smirked. “Quite. It appears you are quite knowledgeable about Pokemon – fitting for a woman who’s come to challenge the Champion.”

Dawn found herself staring, her mouth caught open in uncertain surprise. “A- A talking Lucario?!”

Lucario chuckled. “Correct again! An unexpected, but useful ability that I acquired over the course of my own training journey.”

He stepped forward, the soft pads of his feet making almost no sound against the smooth floor, and the trainer found herself backing up towards the middle of the room despite herself. There was just something about his presence that made her feel… strange. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

“And just like you, my journey has brought me here, to the hall of the Champion. Though, if you thought to challenge that one…” A single, almost lazy finger pointed towards Cynthia, who preened and stuck her chest out, almost bursting out of her already strained dress. “I’m afraid you’re too late. I collected her some time ago.”

Dawn swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Looking between the Lucario and Cynthia, she could see there was something between them. The former blonde was hanging on the Pokemon’s every word – in fact, she was practically drooling over them. And there was something about the glaze in her eyes – for a woman who was supposed to be one of the greatest trainers in the region, she looked awfully, ah… dumb. Head hollow as a coconut, hold her up to your ear and hear the ocean, that kind of, um, look. “What… What do you mean collected?”

The Lucario gave her a curious look. “Was I unclear? I collected her in the same way you collect Pokemon. I tamed her, and added her to my collection. Which, if I understand the rules of your League correctly, would make me the current Champion, correct?”

Dawn had absolutely no idea where to even begin with that. Obviously it didn’t work like that – taming people had no part in the Pokemon League! But far, far more than that, how was it possible that he could ‘tame’ Cynthia? And… Wait. “Collection?” Her eyes moved almost without her own will towards Lucario’s waist – where she saw a string of small round orbs that could almost have been Pokeballs, except…

Lucario smirked. “Oh yes, I have quite a fine set. Almost complete. If you’re interested, why don’t I show you?” He plucked an orb and held it up, confirming Dawn’s fears as it grew into a familiar shaped ball in his palm – a Pokeball, even if it was a different colour. Then, with a wink, he threw it, and called out, “Froslass, I choose you!”

There was a flash of light, and when it cleared…

“Froslass!” A blue haired woman in a white kimono had appeared, smiling brightly. She had thick purple eyeshadow, blue ribbons trailing from her sleeves, and clear crystals woven into her hair – it was quite clear that her costume was supposed to mimic the Pokemon who’s name she’d called out. Although, to be honest, that kimono looked to be having trouble keeping her wrapped up – the red obi struggling to hold it together around her waist – since, well… Her body type was much the same as Cynthia’s, if not more exaggerated. Her curves could barely be contained within the tight fabric…

… And if it wasn’t for that, Dawn wouldn’t have taken so long to recognise the woman, even if she’d only seen her in missing posters before this point. “Candice?”

“Froslass?” The gym leader looked at her with not a trace of understanding written on her face. No, there was the same vapid look that she’d seen in Cynthia – how could this have happened to them?!

“Candice, please, stop this!” The trainer pleaded anyway, hoping against hope that some glimmer of the woman’s former self would emerge. “Snap out of it!”

There was another chuckle from Lucario, and as she turned to glare at him he gave her an amused shrug. “I’m afraid it’s pointless. She doesn’t even recognise that name anymore.” He spoke calmly as he stepped across the floor towards the women, raising a hand and petting both on the head – they cooed and nuzzled against him eagerly. “Cynthia is the smartest of my team,” he said, ruffling the former blonde’s hair, “or perhaps the dumbest. She still remembers her own name, or possibly she’s just too stupid to learn her new identity. With minds that simple, it’s hard to tell. The others adapted much, much more readily.” Candice – or Froslass – purred happily at her Master’s side.

“You… You can’t do this!” Dawn cried, anger bubbling up inside her to push past the horror that had gripped her. “You can’t do this to people!”

“Why not?” He seemed to ask in genuine curiosity. “Humans have been taming Pokemon to serve them for generations. It seems only fair that Pokemon get to tame Humans as well.”

That pithy little statement summoned up Dawn’s ire almost as much as seeing two powerful women reduced to simple pets had. “Pokemon don’t serve us – they’re our partners! Our friends!”

“Sure, sure.” Lucario didn’t sound like he was taking her very seriously. “Would you like to meet two more of my ‘friends’?”

Before she could react, two more of his odd Pokeballs were flying through the air, one landing on either side of her, and in a flash-

“Tsareena!”

“Cofagrigus!”

Two more members of Lucario’s collection had appeared. On her left, ‘Tsareena’, with long green hair, a red corset that squeezed her middle while doing little to hide her chest and hips, and long, thigh-high red boosts. And on her right, ‘Cofafrigus’, who wore golden body paint and almost nothing else (to Dawn’s continuing embarrassment when she realised what she was looking at), coupled with blue face paint in the style of a mask, and her dark purple hair done up in the style of four reaching hands…

Both had the same ridiculous proportions as Cynthia and Candice, with boobs far bigger than their heads – and, in ‘Tsareena’s case, her ass had inflated just as much as well. They were also, unmistakably, both vaguely recognisable as missing gym leaders – Gardenia and Fantina.

“Oh my god…” Dawn looked between the two, hands over her mouth, checking for any sign of intelligence from either of them… But just as with their bodies, their minds had gone the same way as Cynthia and Fros- and Candice. Pure, undiluted stupidity shone in their eyes – they were Lucario’s pets, and nothing more.

“I think you have to admit, it’s a lovely collection,” the Pokemon in question said, his eyes appreciatively roaming around his adoring fanbase – and their assets. “A fitting team for the Champion of Sinnoh, yes?”

“No!” Dawn shook – she wasn’t sure if it was with fear or rage, but she focused on the second one. “This- this isn’t a Pokemon team! This is… This is…!”

Lucario tilted his head. “Hm. True enough. I suppose they’re more Pokebabes than Pokemon.”

“That’s not what I mean!” It was practically a scream. “You can’t do this! It isn’t – it isn’t right!”

“Well… You are correct there.” The Lucario sighed and nodded, apparently accepting her point.

The trainer paused, eyeing him warily. Again, she sensed something was off here. “I am?”

“Oh yes.” He nodded again, then looked up at her. “After all, I only have five Pokebabes. A proper team has six, yes?” He grinned, and gave her another wink. “Fortunately, I know just how to fix that.”

Fix it…? Dawn frowned – and then her eyes widened in realisation. “Wha-”

He stepped forwards towards her. “Yes, I’d say a trainer who has grown strong enough to challenge the Champion would be a fine pick for number six – don’t you think so, girls?”

“Cofagrigus!”

“Tsareena!”

“Froslass~”

“Cynthia!”

“No!” For an instant, Dawn considered summoning her Pokemon – surely they were strong enough to protect her from this mad creature! But if he’d already conquered so many gym leaders, and the Champion herself! – then surely he’d been able to get past their Pokemon to do it. No, she was in over her head here. There was only one sensible option left to her.

She turned towards the door and started to sprint.

However…

“I choose you!”

Lucario’s final ‘Pokebabe’ ball landed between her and escape. She could already guess its contents – Maylene, the last missing gym leader. She’d been a fighting type specialist, as Dawn recalled, and judging by what had happened to the others, that meant she’d probably been turned into a fighting type ‘Pokebabe’. That meant she’d be strong, but if she was as smart as the other members of Lucario’s collection, then maybe she’d be able to distract her with a Pokemon and dodge around her before she could react. The trainer reached for her belt to grab a Pokeball…

… But when the light resolved, Dawn was in for a surprise.

“Hypno!” The Pokebabe who had been Maylene was entirely naked, showing her quite literally massive breasts off to the world without a hint of shame. The only ‘clothing’ she wore, if it could even be called that, was a fluffy white scarf around her neck, while her hair had been dyed yellow and styled into two points, mimicking a real Hypno’s distinctive ears. But the most recognisable part of her costume was dangling from her already extended hand – a silver disk with a hole in it, hanging from a piece of string.

And before Dawn’s surprised eyes, it began to swing.

Despite herself, she found her gaze swinging with it, following the shining disk without even thinking about it as her feet stumbled to a stop. But so what? Maylene wasn’t a real Hypno – there was no way she could actually hypnotise someone!

Reaching the peak of its swing on the left, the disk began to descend…

It was a ridiculous notion. No one would ever get their eyes caught on the shiny nice pretty hypno disk of a human…

… Veering steadily to the right as it dropped…

If this was Lucario’s sinister plan, then she didn’t need to worry! Why exhaust herself running if this was all that he could do?

… Seeming to speed up as it arced through the middle…

Yeah… Yeah! This was fine. She could watch this without any concern. Which was good, because it really was just fascinating…

… Finally slowing to a stop…

She breathed out a sigh of relief. She felt like giggling. All that panic and anger from earlier was just… rolling off her back, or, dripping out her ears or something. What had she been so worried about again?

… And starting to sweep back the other way.

Dawn watched it swing, right to left, left to right, with a growing smile on her face. This was nice! Silly, but nice. None of the others were moving towards her while ‘Hypno’ was trying this stupid stunt – or, at least, she couldn’t hear them moving towards her. She hadn’t actually looked around to check, because she was too busy watching that awesome special fun happy disk swaying back and forth… back and forth… Uh… R-right, she was too busy watching that, because it was nice and relaxing… and… uh… to- to make sure that Lucario thought it was working!

So she kept staring, a warm, fuzzy feeling of safety falling over her like a comforting blanket. Yes, there was no need to worry. She was safe and sound here. She could just stand here, happy, safe, mindless, good, watch the nice good overwhelming perfect coin swing, and enjoy the good warm safe nothink nice mindless happy horny sleepy dumb trance!

Tink!

The Pokeball Dawn had been reaching for fell from her numb fingers, bouncing and rolling away along the floor without disturbing the Pokemon within. The trainer didn’t notice, of course, with her eyes still fixed on the swinging coin, a dim, happy smile spread on her face. She was even starting to drool a little from the corner of her mouth. Her mind was completely empty.

“Good work, Hypno.”

“Hypno!”

Lucario stepped up behind Dawn with an amused expression on his face, though she was in no state to see it. Reaching up, he activated his aura sight, and wrapped his fingers around the edges of the aura of her mind – a rather large and brilliant part of her, made up of a mix of many different colours that represented her many skills and talents as a Pokemon trainer. She truly was a gifted and intelligent woman. But right now, she was all too malleable.

“And as for you,” he said, chuckling slightly before speaking firmly into her ear, knowing that his words were sinking deeply into her brain. “Welcome to my collection, Lopunny.”

Then he began to squeeze.

Normally, this kind of aura manipulation encountered resistance – even if the victim was unable to defend themselves. Cynthia, he remembered, had taken a lot of effort to reduce to her current state, despite his drawing her spirit away from her body. Her aura had fought him the entire way, her mind refusing to shrink without him forcing the issue, even if it couldn’t fight back.

By comparison, Dawn’s aura collapsed like he was pushing the air out of an untied balloon. Her stilled and entranced mind couldn’t offer even a whiff of resistance. He simply started to push, and it shrank in on itself almost without his help!

Which meant, of course, that the leftover aura flooded out to the rest of her body just as quickly.

RIP!

Her jacket and shirt tore straight down the middle, flopping down and then completely falling off her frame as two titanic tits torpedoed their way through them, shredding it, her bra, and every button the garments had, completely. Her ass didn’t benefit quite as much, but it got enough that her dress and panties swiftly joined the pile of tattered fabric on the floor.

The more drastic effect was on her mind, though. It was fortunate that Hypno’s trance had rendered her utterly mindless, or she might have been momentarily distressed as her ability to think melted away while her mind was in the process of shrinking down to the approximate size of a pea. As it was though, she wasn’t aware of even the slightest discomfort. In fact, as her mental ability drained away, her brain was left capable of only enough awareness for the last thing that had entered it – a word that would etch itself irrevocably over her new existence as awareness began to flicker back into her eyes, and her mouth began to move.

“L…” She gasped, eyelids fluttering, drool starting to pour down her chin and pooling between her tits. “L… LOPUNNY!”

The former trained smiled wide and dropped to her knees, gazing adoringly up at her Master. Already her hair was starting to restyle itself, forming into two separate flowing bangs on either side of her head shaped like a pair of hanging rabbit ears. Soon, they’d be joined by a pair of fluffy wristbands, and a matching set around her ankles – perhaps even a round, puffy tail, and a pair of fuzzy eyebrows to complete the look. Nothing else though, Lucario decided, reaching out to pet his latest tame. This part of his collection was made to be fully displayed.

“Excellent,” he said, smiling around at his now fully formed team. “Complete at last.”

Of course, that didn’t mean this was the end of his collection. No, far from it. There were many other regions he had left to conquer, after all. And he still had to catch them all! But for now, he could relax, and enjoy his new title as the true Champion of Sinnoh, and his new harem… And if anyone wanted to argue, he had a full team of Pokebabes to prove it.

“Now… Shall we have some fun, girls?”

“Cynthia!”

“Froslass!”

“Tsareena!”

“Cofagrigus!”

“Hypno!”

“Lopunny!”

It wasn’t quite the dramatic climax that Dawn had envisioned reaching upon setting out to battle the Pokemon League… But as what was left of her brains drizzled out from between Lopunny’s thighs, she certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last~

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Request: Fate and Signum may be cows, but they're still rivals. And this time, Signum will come out on top.

“How about we make this into a little contest, Testarossa?” Signum spoke with a cool, calm levity, the slight quirk of her lip as close to a smile as she ever got while wearing her barrier jacket. It wasn’t a happy smile by any means, of course. It was more of a savage promise of the violence about to be inflicted upon her enemies. Though you would have to know her pretty well to see that beneath her stoic exterior.

“Is this really the time, Signum?” Fate Harlaown – formerly Testarossa, as Signum ever insisted on calling her – frowned at the skyline, her ever faithful scythe Bardiche resting against her shoulder. The dozen or so mechanical drones she was glaring at continued to shoot towards them.

The pink haired knight snorted, her blade Levantine held firmly in her hands, combat ready. “Of course it is. Our enemy has announced himself, hostiles are swarming in to attack us… When better to see who can take out the most of them? Training exercises just aren’t the same.”

Fate sighed. There wasn’t any point in arguing when she got like this. Signum was a fine second in command, and once of the finest officers the TSAB could hope to have in their ranks… But woe betide those who forgot the ancient warrior that lurked within her. “We have a mission,” the blonde spoke clearly, adjusting her grip on Bardiche slightly. “And that comes first. Besides – you don’t have a chance.”

And then she vanished in a flash of light, the leader of the Lightning squad charging head first towards the enemy at speeds that would make a rocket pilot’s head spin.

Signum narrowed her eyes – just slightly. “Cheater.” And then she shot straight after her.

Flames and lightning bolts lit up the sky, the two top Enforcers of the TSAB eagerly showing off how they’d earned the rank, slicing machines to ribbons and reducing ships to cinders. Despite the enemy having a vast number advantage, the pair weren’t on the back foot in the least – their powers combined more than enough to reduce the drone army to dust in but a few minutes.

It was a fearsome display indeed, but it was one they had hoped to avoid – or, at least, Fate had. Signum as well, probably, but she was always hard to read, and she did adjust to the change in plans awfully quickly…

The mission had started relatively simply. The TSAB – the Time-Space Administrative Bureau – was an ever-expanding presence in the dimensional sea. More and more worlds were being added as members every day, and its ships were constantly exploring the unknown regions beyond the map to discover new places and peoples to study, and perhaps invite to join their association. Typically, the civilisations that they discovered needed to be capable of at least reliable interstellar flight before they qualified for that – which was why Earth, despite being the home of several of their most famous and most powerful agents, wasn’t a member yet (though, it was hoped, perhaps one day that would change.)

In the case of them discovering a world that was eligible for joining, though, there were quite a few protocols in place for how to proceed – such as the sending of a proper diplomatic squad in order to analyse local customs, and properly explain the offer to the new people as it was being made. It was rather important to make a good first impression, after all.

And if said diplomatic squad disappeared without even a single distress signal after making landfall… Well, there was a protocol for that as well. Hence, Fate and Signum.

The two had arrived peacefully enough, having spent the trip over learning what they could of the world they were to visit – a world with an apparent heavy reliance on agriculture, with most of its landmass dedicated to farmland, not very unusual there. The lifeforms that had been detected were organic, though they seemed to rely on machines to handle most things – again, very typical. Though it was strange that, in addition to the diplomatic squad going missing, nothing had been heard from the explorers who first discovered this world either…

With some degree of trepidation, and no small amount of caution, the two had landed their ship not far from the diplomatic squad’s last reported location, and had gone out to explore. It hadn’t been long before whatever force was behind this had revealed its hand, though – a cloaked droid had attacked them as the two were crossing a field, and by the time they had investigated its severed remains, the sky was filled with oncoming attackers. It seemed that this world’s intentions were plain.

Ordinarily, they would have taken this rather strong rebuff as reason to leave – but before they could do that, they needed to find out what had happened to the others who had already vanished. And so, the fight began.

… If you could really call it a fight. These were the best of the best, weapons of mass destruction in human form, women so powerful that they had to have their powers willingly sealed to actually walk about in public. The other side was just some robots – rather advanced ones, yes, but mere drones all the same. Their anti-magic fields were nowhere near the level that would be required to fight the Ace of the Enforcers and her rival.

Honestly, if the robots hadn’t been the one to pick the fight, it would have been called bullying.

“That’s 37!” Signum called as another drone fell to the ground, split from end to end by her blazing blade. “How many are you at?”

A blast rent the air as a shot of yellow magic smashed through another three bots. “39,” Fate replied as she lowered her hand, only a touch of competitiveness dancing in her tone. “But this is getting us nowhere. We need to find the diplomats and leave – we’re not here to cause an incident.”

“Sadly.” The knight nodded in grudging agreement – a blast of flame sending four more drones crashing down. “Very well. I’ll protect you while you perform a scan.”

“Right.” Fate nodded and drew back her weapon. A scanning spell took a lot of concentration, and could be quite dangerous even when you weren’t being attacked on all sides. Leaving herself defenceless in order to pull one off would require complete trust in her partner – which, fortunately, she had. A spell circle appeared beneath her feet as she began to concentrate. “This means we’re putting the contest on hold though.”

“… Fine.”

The battle continued – Signum pushing herself a little harder to take up the slack, but still having no issues dealing with the unending waves of opponents while Fate slowly began a magical sweep of the area. Bit by bit, information about the world around them filtered into the blonde’s head, most of it usless and dismissed quickly as she searched for- Aha!

“There!” The spell ended with a flash as the Enforcer broke her cast. “A magical signal from a building one mile west. I believe it was one of the diplomats!”

“Excellent.” The pink haired knight nodded, satisfied. “Then we’ll head straight there. Allow me to cut us a path.”

Fire flared and burned, flowing down along her sword to take on the shape of a blade even bigger than she was – a blade that she raised, and then slashed across the sky. A shockwave of flame shot out through the heavens, cutting down their attackers by the swarm, clearing the way in a brilliant burst of magic.

Fate chuckled. “Show off.”

“I’ve no idea what you mean.”

The two sped away, flying through the gap before the enemy recovered and sent more waves after them. The quicker this was dealt with, the better, or things were going to get overwhelming no matter how powerful they were.

It wasn’t long before they arrived. “Down there!” Fate pointed, before swooping down to land outside of a metal structure, Signum not far behind in her wake. “This is the place.”

“Hm.” The knight looked around, an eyebrow raised. “It looks like a barn.”

“Mm.” The blonde nodded in agreement, brow wrinkling in consternation. “I wonder why they’d keep one of them here…”

It did indeed look like a barn – one cast in thick grey metal, rather than the picture book kind of red wood, but a barn none the less. The large doors were heavy, but parted and slid back eventually when the two put their shoulders into it. And within…

Both women stopped short, blinking in surprise – Fate looking far more horrified than the ever-stoic Signum. “What the hell?!?”

Before them stood row after row of cattle stalls – each one containing what looked like a human woman with dull eyes. Except, uh, it was pretty uncommon to see human women with chests that, um… large. Not without some kind of surgery, at least, and even then…

“An interesting trait for a species.”

“Signum!”

That wasn’t the strange part, though. No, the strange part was that all of the women seemed to be hooked into some kind of machine, one in each stall. It seemed to consist of two suction cups, one attached to each breast, both leading off into large tubes that threaded of into some kind of pumping system. As the two Enforcers watched, they could see a white fluid steadily flowing down the tubes, off to who knows where. They were being… milked…?

“This can’t be right.” Fate frowned, stepping into the barn and looking around. “What kind of civilisation builds a place like this? Are these women captives? What is this?”

“All irrelevant questions, Testarossa,” Signum stated, flatly moving past her. “Whatever it is they do on this planet is none of our concern. For all we know this is a voluntary facility of some kind.” Her expression didn’t quite carry the idea that she believed what she was saying. “This kind of thing is for a TSAB cultural study group to decide about, not us. We’re simply here for… Ah.”

The knight paused in front of a stall, her already doubtful look blooming into full on uncertainty – an extreme reaction, for her. The reason why was apparent immediately though. The woman in the stall before her was one that both women recognised – the head of the diplomatic squad they had been sent to retrieve. But, of course, the last time either of them had seen her, she hadn’t been strapped into a giant milking machine with tits larger than her head.

“What the…” Fate’s jaw dropped, and even Signum looked stunned. This had not been what they had been expecting, even after they’d seen the contents of this barn.

Which was a shame. The moment of shock would cost them dearly. For in that split second of confusion, both of them let down their guard…

And the enemy struck.

Bang!

Both women jumped, grabbing for their weapons, but they were just a hair too slow, and Fate felt a heavy impact crashing into her chest, knocking her off of her feet.

“What?!” Fate grunted, her barrier jacket protecting her from the worst of the blow, the blonde looking up to see where the attack had come from. To her surprise, her eyes immediately found an empty stall across the way – and a long pair of tubes extending from it, all the way to her chest. Looking down in shock, she realised that the impact hadn’t just been some magical blast as she had assumed, but a pair of suction cups latching on to her. “Damnit. Signum, look out!”

“I am well aware of the problem!” The knight answered, already struggling to try and remove a similar pair of cups from her own chest – these ones having launched from an empty stall opposite from Fate’s. But despite her pretty immense strength, she didn’t seem to be making any headway pulling them off.

Alright then. Time to see how these things withstood a full power attack by a magical device! Fate grabbed Bardiche, switching his form from scythe to greatsword, and raised him up to strike down at the tubes…

… Only for a sudden pull to yank her off balance, drawing her forwards with alarming force!

“Gah!” The Enforcer found herself practically hurled into the empty stall, dragged through a shimmering barrier of magical energy that sprang up around it at the last moment – a barrier that let her pass, but blocked her weapon completely, wrenching him from her fingers and sending him tumbling to the floor. “No!”

“Unprocessed Cattle Detected.” A robotic voice filled the air in the stall as the door slid closed behind her. “Commencing Process. Dangerous Items Removed From Cattle.”

“Who are you calling Cattle?!” Signum was facing a similar situation across the barn, her own blade having been ripped from her hand in the same fashion as Fate’s. This was bad, the pink haired knight knew, but not unsolvable. They’d been taken by surprise, but if their attackers thought that cells like this could contain them, they had another thing coming. These shackles on their chests were crude and more than a touch humiliating, but there was no way they could bind them for long.

“Violent Behaviour Still In Evidence. Beginning Pacification.”

“If you think I’ll let you-“

Shunk

Before Signum could complete the threat, something shot down and clamped around her head – the knight unable to dodge in the small quarters of her stall. Immediately she reached up to try and prise it loose, but it wouldn’t budge, firmly locked around her. Was it some kind of helmet…?

“Ngh! Get – off – me!” Fate had received the same treatment, and was having just as much luck dislodging the barn’s newest device. It was wrapped under her chin and wasn’t going to shift. But what was it going to do?

That question answered itself, for better or worse. Even as the blonde continued to try to struggle, lights began to swirl before her eyes, and a strange, hissing static filled her ears. If this had anything to do with their supposed ‘Pacification’, then it left a lot to be desired.

“Flashing lights and bad audio isn’t going to do anything,” the Enforcer all but growled, trying, even in the face of extreme adversity, to be diplomatic. “If you’d just talk to us, we’d-Hwaahpphhh?!”

Unfortunately, opening her mouth to speak just gave the next part of their strange machinations room to act. Unable to see, Fate had no idea the thick tube was coming – until it was shoved into her mouth, that is, with her helmet forcing her lips to close around it. And as soon as it was in, her mouth began to flood with creamy, sweet liquid…

Signum would have spat it out the moment it hit her tongue, but her mouth was sealed around the tube like a vacuum, and there was no way to part her lips. All she could do was grunt and try to buck her head as her cheeks slowly filled – until the only choice she had was swallow or drown. She almost chose drown – but a disorienting flash from her helmet at just the wrong moment had her swallowing instead, and then it was too late.

Just once was one time too many, the knight realised as her feet suddenly became unsteady and her knees turned to jelly. A warm feeling of weakness rose up through her body, soaking into her, making her head start to spin as even more liquid poured into her mouth. Her eyes rolled up in her head for a moment and she shuddered, before shaking her head and trying to clear it. No, she wouldn’t succumb to whatever drugs they were trying to pump into her!

It took three gulps before Fate’s knees sank to the floor, a groan gurgling up through her throat. By this point the static buzzing in her ears had grown so loud that she couldn’t hear anything in the barn outside, and the flashing lights in front of her were leaving afterimages under her eyelids. Her mind was a blur, her thoughts a complete jumble. She knew she had to resist what was happening to her, but it was something of a struggle to work out how.

Which was just how the barn wanted her. “Pacification Levels Acceptable. Removing Obstructions.”

Removing… Obstructions…? The Ace Enforcer tried to puzzle out what that could mean, but her trains of thought had been replaced by toy choo-choo trains, and she just couldn’t get them to move fast enough to… to think. At least, not before she felt the sudden shock of cold.

Her second in command wasn’t doing any better, moaning as she felt a cool breeze rolling over her bare skin, her suddenly naked knees pressed firmly against the cold metal ground. The startled shiver prompted another gulp, and another mumbled moan of ineffective resistance.

Neither she nor Fate could really put it together, not with their mouths and bellies so full of such sweet milk, that their barrier jackets had just been erased, an anti-magic field sweeping over them from top to bottom and leaving them completely naked. Both women’s struggles renewed, their willpower enkindled by the chill, but the full extent of their situation refused to dawn on them.

“Obstructions Removed. Beginning Cow Conversion.”

Cow… conversion? Signum blinked slowly, as if she were trying to solve a complicated riddle. But before she could come to an answer, the lights spinning before her eyes began to flash again – this time with words that burned themselves onto her eyeballs, but passed too quickly for her to read – all but the short ones, at least. Words like ‘Cow’, ‘Milk’, and ‘Moo’. She couldn’t think what they could mean. What did cows have to dooooOoOoOOOoooooOOOHHH!

The knight gasped – and got another mouthful of milk for her troubles – as the suction cups on her chest, now with no barrier jacket to get in their way, began to squeeze and massage her breasts. Completely unprepared, she couldn’t help but moan at the unexpected burst of pleasure that shot straight up into her brain, setting off fireworks behind her eyes. It felt so good! She’d never experienced anything so pleasurable before – where was this coming from?

Fate hadn’t experienced the like of it either – which she knew was funny, because Nanoha and Hayate had been playing with her chest since she’d been old enough to have a chest, and it had never felt like this. What was… How could… Why?! Why did it feel so amazingly good whenever her chest got pumped like- OoOOH!

Another squeeze, another flash in her eyes, another hissing whisper. In her dizzy, swirling brain, a brain which had forgotten that she shouldn’t drink the tasty milk, she almost thought she heard a voice under the static. A voice that said ‘Good Cow~’. But that was silly, she wasn’t a cooooooooooowwwhhhhhyes~! She found herself breathing hard through her nose as her tits got another squeeze.

But… Something was weird. Funny. Her… Her brea- her b-… Her udders… Felt strange. Good. But… Heavy? Heavy and… big. Bigger than she was used to. That was… weird, wasn’t it? Her brain strained with the effort of trying to put the pieces together. Effort that promptly went to waste when Fate got another lovely pump, and another mouthful of milk to wash the thought away while she was still shaking with pleasure.

Still blinded by her helmet, her senses flooded with mind numbing subliminals, she had no way to tell that her far more than modest breasts had begun to swell, growing out bigger and heavier with every pleasant tug by the suction machine. She was already up a few cup sizes, and was showing no sign of slowing down. Not that that really mattered to Fate right now – her muddled mind was far too taken up with how wonderful it felt to be milked~

Wait… Milked…? But… She wasn’t a cow… Was she…?

Signum was asking herself the same question over in her stall, her chest also growing at the same rate. Of course, she’d had a bit of a head start on Fate, so she was still maintaining a bit of a lead. She might have been oddly proud of that, if she’d had any awareness of it. But right now her awareness was at an all time low. Her vision was filled with bright and colourful spirals, her ears full of static and whispered words, her mouth flooded with delicious tasty milk…

She was swaying slightly, mostly held up by her helmet, finding herself leaning forward a lot more than she was used to, as if there was some heavy weights growing on her chest. Great big udders, the whispering voice in her ears told her, fitting for a good cow, the flashing lights said. They were so insistent, and she was so confused, head thick and full, but… Another pump and another moan just made her head feel even thicker.

Eventually, the tube slid out of her mouth, her lips finally releasing it, white liquid dripping down her chin and drizzling onto her even bigger tits. The helmet let go as well, retreating off into the ceiling, allowing the pink haired knight cow woman to finally see at last. Naturally, her gaze quickly sank down to her tits. By now they were truly massive, putting even the ones she’d seen on the other women in here (the other cows) to shame. Forget the size of her own head, these things were larger than… than… than really large things…?

Her mind wasn’t quite up to the task of thinking up a suitable metaphor. It was still thick, and slick, and slow, still buzzing with whispers, spirals flashing under her eyelids even without the helmet. She looked like a… like a… like a cow… But…

But… But what…? Fate stared at her giant udders, with their long, thick nipples, and tried desperately to think. This wasn’t right, was it? She hadn’t had these before. These weren’t the breasts of a woman – they were a massive milkers of a cow. But she wasn’t a cow, was she? She was a… She was a…

“Cow Conversion Complete. Beginning To Milk.”

The voice startled both women, and they looked up, confused as to where it came from – and thus, a disruption to their lines of thought, their final, token efforts at resisting their fates, came at the worst possible time. Because in the next instant, the milkers got to work.

The pleasure was indescribable. Both women had thought their breasts udders had felt good before, squeezed and massaged into such massive forms, but now they through their heads back and screamed in delight as the sucking began. Their udders were squeezed and massaged, their nipples teats were sucked and suckled, and a warm, sloshy feeling began to build inside…

‘I’m being milked’, both women realised, a dim, dumb smile starting to spread over their faces as the brainwashing that had been pumped into their heads began to take full control of their simplified brains. ‘Milked like a good. Little. Cow.’

“MMm-MMUH-MMMOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

With equally pitched joint bellows, both the blonde and pink haired cows leaned back and mooed to high heavens, blissfully, gratefully accepting their place in the barn, as all the parts left in their head that weren’t pure cow melted and squirted out of their teats, shooting off down transparent plastic tubes, never to be seen again.

…

The blonde cow knelt in her stall, mooing softly, happily, as the milking machine tended to her heavy teats. Being milked was her favourite thing – though she was a bit too simple to have words like ‘favourite’ in her head. She was just a dumb cow, after all. But she knew she liked being milked! Sometimes the barn would let her wander outside, or play with the other cows, or feed her – she did like the tasty food she got – but being milked was absolutely the best thing. It felt so good!

Most of the other cows stood while they were being milked, but not her. Her udders were just too heavy! She had no idea why – she was much too simple to understand that all of her once incredible magical power had been converted purely into milk production, resulting in such massive milkers. She was also quite oblivious to the cute horns that now poked up through her hair, or the little tail that had sprouted over her ass. All she knew was she was one of the biggest cows around! In fact, there was only one other cow who needed to kneel in her stall like she did…

The pink haired one, who’s stall was right across from hers. The blonde cow could see her over there even now – smiling dumbly as white liquid was pumped out of her and down the tubes. She looked happy, but every now and then her dim, glazed eyes would wander over here, and…

… And the blonde felt strange. She liked the pink cow – she was the most fun to play with – but whenever they were being milked, she got the oddest feeling. Like she was being challenged to see who could make the most milk.

The pink cow smirked slightly, and mooed. The blonde tilted her head, mooing in return. Somehow, a challenge had been given, and accepted.

The blonde grinned. She didn’t stand a chance.

-

Request: Good news, Strike! You're not the one having to rescue someone who's been mind-controlled this time!

Bad news, unfortunately, is that's because it's Merry's turn to rescue you instead. Whoops.

Hi there! I’m Meredith Braun, inventor of the Braun way, the Zaito-neuronic Connector Chip, and dozens of other things that have made your life better! Surely you’ve heard of me? No? What, have you just not tuned into the discovery channel in the thirty years you’ve been living under a rock?

Ha! I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It’s cool, it’s cool, there’s plenty of other things I’ve yet to invent – one of them’ll get you! Maybe I need something in my catalogue more accessible to the layman’s market. A toothbrush? A TV? Oh, maybe I can finally finish my project to create a chip that will allow people to download sensory data directly to their brains – movies in your mind! Maybe even a kind of sensory VR experience that would…

I’m getting off topic. And I can feel the other members of Unity glaring at me (which is silly, obviously I would put in safeguards to prevent hypnotic tampering, I’m well aware of the risks of mental manipulation). Ah, yes, I suppose I should also mention that I’m a founding member of the third iteration of Unity? The Global Superhero Response Team, no disaster too small, we stand together, all those slogans and whatnot? Yes? Aha, finally! I knew I’d find something.

Well, calling myself a founding member is a bit of a misnomer, since- Again, I’m getting off topic! So sorry, I do tend to ramble. Exposition is kind of my job, you see. When it comes to the founding members of Unity, you have Strike, the fast one, Kitsune, the magic one, Sonicheart, the loud one, and me, Metal Knuckle, the smart one! … I admit, my super hero name doesn’t make me sound all that smart, but when you have a pair of actual rocket fists installed in your arms, you want the whole world to know.

But yes, tech genius, omni-scientist, and just general all-around titan in the realms of thought. I am very clever. Just so that you are aware.

It was in this role that I found myself called to attend a small unfolding disaster in… Mmm. I think it was San Fransisco? Or was it Tokyo…? Bah, I can never remember the difference. Unimportant! It was a city, there you go, that’s plenty. There had been an explosion at a robotics lab – I believe they were being supplied parts by King industries, so it was only a matter of time – and some of the machines they’d been using had gone haywire. That’s a strange situation with a lot of potential for destruction, so naturally, they sent for superheroes.

Unity – the third generation, at least – hadn’t been in business for long at that point. We’d been founded during the Reality Drive disaster, and we’d continued on to solve a few crises afterwards, but we were still growing into our boots, as I like to think of it. Being responsible for the safety of an entire world is tough! It’s a lot of ground to cover, even with a teleporter and a speedster. We were getting there – I dare say that in time we proved ourselves to be even greater defenders of humanity than any Unity that had gone before us! – but there were still some teething issues to be dealt with.

This had never been more self-evident than when I dropped down out of the sky – rocket legs are the best way to get around, trust the Braun brand! – and found a small army of grey-blue robots marching through the city, grabbing and converting people, led by a gynoid (yes that is the correct term) with very familiar red plating positioned around her head like hair…

“Strike? Is that you?” I descended in front of them, my arms folded, keeping to the air just in case they tried anything. “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

Lightning Strike, our speedster, is a good heroine with a firm head on her shoulders… And normally, she’s wearing an odd kind of armour with a design I can’t find any records of ever existing in any known civilisations, which is odd because she swears it’s an ancient family heirloom… Ah, got distracted again, sorry.

So anyways, yes, now Strike was a robot, her normally pink human skin had been replaced with the crisp blue green of fresh, flowing metal. Every detail of her normal body had been preserved, even her fiery red hair, and she was still wearing her armour, though could it really have offered much more protection than her skin at this point…? I’m just saying, she was quite an impressive model. Very sleek. Good, well protected joints. Yes.

Ah, she does her best, but I do sometimes feel that she needs a bit of mentoring from a more experienced hero. I try to help where I can – like I was on this particular occasion.

Now it may be odd for me to have assumed that this gynoid was Strike just because she looked like her. After all, maybe the model had just been designed after her! But trust me, I am a genius, I could recognise my teammate in an instant from a variety of factors, from the way she held herself, the unique composition of her features, and a number of solid indicators from my visor’s scans, all of which indicated that this metal maiden was indeed my friend and colleague.

There was also the fact that she was zooming around the place so fast she may as well have been teleporting, that was a solid clue – she was pretty much the only thing, man or machine, who could do that. But the other things would have told me so even if she hadn’t been doing that!

Anyways, I got their attention pretty easily. As I spoke, the entire crowd of metal men and women paused in their heavy, synchronised march, stopping to look up at me with blue glowing eyes.

“Unit Identified As ‘Metal Knuckle’.” Robo-Strike spoke without moving her lips, her normal voice sounding weird in monotone, with the digital echoing effect only making it worse. “You Will Land And Submit To The Upgrade.”

Interesting. “Huh. Well, no, I won’t.” I rolled my eyes. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m as big a proponent of transhumanism as you’re ever going to find, but I still believe it should be a willing transition – and forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’m not getting much of a ‘take it or leave it’ vibe from you guys.”

Robo-Strike’s eyes narrowed. “You Will Submit, Or We Will Use Force To Secure Your Conversion.”

“Right, yep, yep, that’s exactly what I’m talking about…” I sighed. Oh dear. I was used to talking slowly for the people around me’s benefit, but this girl was something else. She’d definitely inherited the normal Strike’s stubbornness.

“Look, we don’t have to get violent here. I like robots! I mean, look at me!” I gestured to my jet blaster legs and my aforementioned rocket punch arms. “I’m at least half robot already! So we can talk about this and maybe welcome a new form of life to the planet if we’re lucky – but you are going to have to turn all the people who didn’t want to get robotized back to normal. Including Strike.”

“Unacceptable.” Oh, that was a pity. “All Will Be Converted To Join The-”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” I interrupted. “Sorry, the only monologues that I have the patience for are my own. You should know that Strike!” I sent her a smile as I raised my arm and started typing on my wrist controller. It’s like a universal remote for my inventions – and completely in-built! Super useful – at least, it is until I work out how to hook that kind of diverse functionality right into my brain directly, anyway.

Though it might not be a great idea to hook an EMP blast into my brain, actually. Damn, that’s always the part that trips me up. Maybe if I replaced my skull with lead, I… Sorry, what was I saying? Oh, right, the EMP.

Yeah, I have an EMP-Blaster in my left arm. Or something similar enough. It’s not really a weapon you want to use in a built-up area – there’s a lot of tech that can get friend pretty badly if you’re not careful with the higher settings on that thing (My equipment is of course thoroughly shielded from the effects) – but given the situation, it seemed like the least damaging response I could offer. I did what I could to keep the blast contained, all the same – focusing it entirely on the blue-grey mob ahead of me.

The metal bot army collapsed, stunned or offline, levelled in one single attack, at the cost of only a few calculators! Score one for Metal Knuckle. Complete victory! With only one tiny complication…

Strike was still staring at me. Not in the least the worst for wear after the blast. Actually, she didn’t look like she’d been hit at all.

I would later learn that our speedster is essentially immune to electrical attacks. Something to do with her absorbing energy from the environment around her to fuel her super speed. This would have been a wonderful thing to learn about before it became relevant, Strike!

“Critical Losses Recorded.” Her voice was still a robotic monotone, but I could sense she was upset. “Engaging Emergency Recruitment Mode.”

A red aura flashed into existence around her – one I’ve only seen the normal Strike use in the most dangerous of circumstances – and her blue eyes flashed red. A moment later and she had vanished – though I saw a burst of red light coming from the next street over. I zipped around as fast as I could, but I was too late to stop what was happening – in fact, it took me a long moment to work out what I was even seeing.

People were running – fleeing from the robot army, good, understandable, probably the safest reaction you wanted a civilian to have. But they weren’t running fast enough. As I watched, a red blur of light would catch up with each person, no matter how they tried to get away – in the street, up the fire escapes, down alleyways, it was all the same. The red light would catch and pass through them, and then in their place would be a robotic double, a perfect metal duplicate. One that would stop what they were doing, and walk back into the regrowing mob of metallic bodies, falling into step with the rest. Another convert for the swiftly growing robotic army.

Ah. This was bad. This was very bad. If they were using Strike’s powers to increase their numbers, then it wouldn’t be long before the entire city – Cairo! Or, was it London? – had been converted. I needed to stop her, and I needed to do it now.

Fortunately, robotics is kind of my field.

“Alright,” I muttered, returning to my wrist controller, screens of data popping up on my visor. “You blocked my EMP somehow, but you have to be operating on a wireless network in some capacity. Let’s see how well you resist hacking…”

As it turned out, not that well – thank god. Whatever these bots were, they hadn’t been finished when they’d broken out of containment. The username to get top access to their network was ‘Admin’. That was also the password. The trickiest part was keeping Robo-Strike in range long enough to get a signal through – fortunately she kept stopping to convert more people.

… Wait, not fortunately, I didn’t mean fortunately. I meant… Luckil-no. Uh.

Oh whatever. You know what I mean!

Anyway, less fortunately, admin access to their network didn’t mean I could shut them down – they were too independent for that. But it did net me one welcome surprise.

“Merry?” A red blur formed on the inside of my visor, and then before I knew it, a small, digital avatar had formed – one with red hair and ancient looking armour. “Metal Knuckle, is that you?”

“Uh. Strike?” I blinked. This was unexpected. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh thank Celestra.” After hearing Robo-Strike’s flat voice so much recently, it was a relief to hear actual emotion from Strike. “I’ve been trying to find a way to speak out since the lab! Listen, you’ve got to stop her – uh, me – before it’s too late. She’s going to turn the entire city into robots!”

Always one for stating the obvious, was Strike.

“I’m aware,” I said, focusing on what I could do with this network access rather than wasting time pointing out she was very late with that particular warning. “I’m trying to stop her, but she’s got your speed. If you’re still fighting in there, is there any way you can slow her down?”

Mini-Strike looked pained. “I’m holding her back as much as I can already, believe me. How fast is she going?”

“Pretty fast!” I watched as a red blur below me shot from one end of the street to another. “She’s grabbing people and turning them pretty much instantly.”

“Damnit…” The red avatar tried to peer out from my visor. I really did have to wonder how she was accessing my systems so easily. A combination of her powers and her robot infection? “But she’s only going one at a time?”

“Uh. Yeah.” I looked to confirm, and then nodded.

“Then it could be much worse.” How reassuring. I really did need to do some tests to work out how fast our friendly speedster actually was. “I’m doing what I can, but I can feel her gaining ground. There’s only so much I can do against nanites physically converting my body bit by bit! You have to do something!”

“Still working on it!” Honestly, she did end up repeating herself a lot. “Okay, you said it was nanites – but surely my EMP would have neutralised those – unless they were protected in the same way you were. I think I can assume I fried a majority of them – if I can deal with the ones converting you then-”

“ThenyoucanEMPtherestandrestoreeveryonetonormalgreat Merry I can feel her in my brain!” Strike interrupted, because she was rude like that when she was under pressure. I couldn’t really blame her – her Avatar’s eye was turning a worrying shade of blue.

“Fine, fine, if you’re following with me then what do you suggest?” I needed to destroy the nanites inside Robo-Strike. But, since she was immune to EMPs, then…

“Ngh…” Mini-Strike groaned, holding her head – which was entirely unnecessary, she didn’t even have an actual physical body. Or, well, she did, but it was currently off being a super villain, so. “I’m not immune to physical force, and nanites are pretty fragile. If you can hit me with Approximately 2k Newtons Of Force The Nannites Will Cease To Function Error Cease Stop- Gah!”

Both of her eyes flashed blue for a moment, before she shook it off and they returned to red. “Hurry!”

“2000 newtons of force is enough to kill a person very dead, Strike,” I grumbled – because of course I wasn’t going to do that. I was confident I could think up a better way to save these people.

“I’m made of metal right now, I’ll be fine!”

As counter-arguments went, that one was pretty hard to disagree with. “Ugh. Fine. Can you hold her still?”

“Negative. Nghh…” She was really starting to struggle.

“Very well then,” I sighed, coming in for a landing. “Get ready, because made of metal or no this is going to-“

“WAIT!” The sudden yelling made me jump, I admit. Surprised, I looked around to Mini-Strike, who had turned a worrying swirl of red and blue. “Don’t land, I- Landing Will Be Fine, Come Down And Fight- No, don’t, you shouldn’t- You Certainly Can’t Use that Level Of Force From The Air, You’ll Be Blown Over The Horizon- Shut up! Merry, I can’t fly! If you land, she’ll catch you in an instant! The air is the only thing keeping you safe!”

Ah. Yes, I’d been wondering why she hadn’t made any attempts to reach me. Who knew jet boots were such a useful invention? Hm. This was a conundrum though. Robo-Strike was right, I couldn’t launch a shot with the necessary level of force from the air – my stabilisers weren’t built for that kind of blast. At best I’d be hurled into the stratosphere – at worst, I’d hit a building, and I was only mostly made of metal, so that’d likely be it for me. Keeping my aim steady while I was being thrown through the air would be all but impossible.

That said…

“Alright. I have a plan.”

“A plan?” Strike sounded both confused and robotic at the same time. It was an interesting pitch.

“Yes, a plan. Alright, Strike, I’m coming down – we’ll sort this out one mecha-maiden to another!”

“Oh, a stupid plan, okay, Yes That Sounds Sensible And Practical, Come Down Here And Face My Metal Self.” She was being rude again, but I decided to forgive her a little since she was mostly robot by now. Apologies could wait until after.

I grinned regardless – I could see that Robo!Strike had stopped running around and had started watching me. Good, that was exactly what I wanted. Now I just had to time this perfectly.

“We can do this nice and easy,” I said, dropping steadily towards the ground. “One cross attack. If I blast you, I get my friend back and put a stop to this little uprising. If you blast me, then I guess I join your side, and-”

Shwm

“The Time For Discussion Is Over.” Robo-Strike was on me in an instant, her hand against my chest. I could feel my skin tingling beneath her touch, even through my costume. My perception of time seemed to slow down, as what happened in an instant to others began to sweep through me. “You Will Be Assimugh!”

Fortunately, that was exactly what I wanted – Robo-Strike rooted in one spot where I absolutely knew she’d be in the exact moment I needed her to be there. The moment that my rocket fist – the one I’d shot off while she wasn’t looking the instant I’d understood what would be required – smashed through that same spot, catching her in the side and sending her crashing off into a wall.

Rocket Fists are awesome, if you didn’t know that already.

Immediately, I went to work. Strike would hopefully be fine, but I had to make sure the nanite threat was ended before I could check on her. Which wasn’t even getting into how much work it was going to be turning everyone back… But, one thing at a time. I raised my left arm, and started charging the EMP. First, I had to put an end to this.

…

As it turned out, reverting everyone back into human form was pretty easy, once I had some deactivated nanites to study. The process they’d used was entirely reversable, so I cooked up another batch – carefully – and set them to do just that, before burning out harmlessly.

The threat seemed to be over. The Lab fire that had released the nanites in the first place seemed to have been an accident, and whatever caused it to happen clearly interfered with their programming, at least according to the scientists who had been working with them. The resulting robotization of anyone who came into contact with them – including Strike when she arrived to investigate – was not their intended purpose, but I’d definitely be preparing a few counter measures back on Unity Station just in case this sort of thing ever happened again.

Strike was the one who probably felt the most guilty about the entire thing. “I should have been more careful,” she was muttering to herself when I found her after treating the last of the victims. “If I hadn’t thrown myself into that lab without knowing what was in it, this whole mess would have been way easier to clean up, and no one else would have been swept up in ow.”

That last bit was because I’d wandered up and flicked her on the forehead. I didn’t use the rockets this time, luckily for her. “Don’t start wallowing now, Speedy,” I told her, giving her a fond smile. “You could have been more cautious, sure, but in the end everyone walked away from this one relatively okay. It could have been a lot worse. Treat this as an opportunity to learn, and make sure next time it doesn’t happen again, yeah? Manage that, and you’ll be a great hero, trust me.”

For once, Strike didn’t interrupt my monologue. Instead she smiled, looking a lot more at peace for the reassurance. “Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

See? She just needed some proper mentoring. I’d get her there eventually.

Then she ruined the moment. The speedster paused, frowned, and took a step back from me. “Uh, Merry? What’s that on your hand?”

“My hand?” I blinked and looked down. My left hand glinted oddly in the late day sunlight – blue green metal sparkling there instead of the normal grey of my gloves. “Uh.” Crap.

“Merry, when you used that EMP to destroy the last of the nanites…” By now, Strike had backed up to the other side of the room, and she was edging towards the door. “Didn’t you tell me your own equipment was shielded against EMPs?”

The equipment in my left arm, my EMP blaster included, wasn’t responding. Blue green metal was starting to spread up my arm.

“Uh. Strike?” She was already gone. “Oh boy.”

Well this was going to be a pain in the ass.

-

Request: Weiss really should be more careful about who she insults, especially if the insulted person is a Faunus student who already has a massive chip on their shoulder when it comes to the Schnee family. They might just decide to use their semblance to turn her into the dainty, helpless princess they know she is deep down.

Weiss Schnee had been having a rough day. She’d had a lot of those lately. Her classes were relentless, finals were just around the corner, training was endless, and Ruby, her bunk mate, team leader, and self-declared bestie, had started to snore at night. All in all, the heiress wasn’t having the greatest of times.

To be fair, that was a pretty common feeling throughout Beacon Academy during this semester, even for first year students like team RWBY. The journey to becoming a fully qualified Huntsman was a long and difficult one, and there was no easy route to the goal they sought to reach. Everyone was feeling the strain in some regard…

Still, it was no excuse to be rude. When the white-haired huntress in training bumped into a fellow student while hurrying her way from one class to another, she should have apologised and tried to make amends. Not…

“Watch where you’re going! Can’t you see straight in front of you, or are those eyes just for show!?”

Now, Weiss had come a long way since her first semester, having lived and worked alongside a very passionate proponent of faunus rights, so one can possibly give her the benefit of the doubt and assume that she might not have said that if she’d actually looked at the student in question, and taken note of their appearance. Specifically, their faunus trait, a rather striking set of scales around the eyes, and a very intense set of irises decorating their pupils. She may, possibly, have understood that mocking someone’s eyes was very out of line when, doubtless, said eyes were something that the student had faced mockery and outright discrimination for all of their lives.

But doing better or no, Weiss still had quite a ways to go when it came to learning to better herself, and she didn’t even spare the woman she’d crashed into the slightest glance. Everyone backslides when under pressure, and, under normal circumstances, the heiress would probably have been mortified at her own behaviour.

These circumstances, however, were much worse than she knew. Because the dark haired faunus who watched her strut away, piercing eyes narrowed and focused, was not going to forget this encounter. And all too soon, it was going to come back, and bite her on the ass.

…

The grounds of Beacon Academy were pretty vast, with many areas set aside for students to work on honing their skills – after all, no one wanted them smashing weapons about indoors. And naturally, Weiss was always keen to make use of those areas – she was something of a perfectionist, after all, and the last person she was willing to allow laziness from was herself. She did tend to end up using them alone, however – anyone who had met her teammates understood.

Which was what brought her to training ground 17-A this fine evening, just as the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. It was a forest clearing which provided a lot of what Weiss needed to train – wide open space, plenty of terrain she could adapt to or leave, and, most importantly, seclusion, so she could work in privacy. Look, she was dedicated to being the best teammate ever, sure, but that didn’t mean she wanted to spend all… or most… or… much… of her time only around team RWBY. She’d grown up as someone with few connections to others, and she still felt rather uncomfortable spending too much time with large groups of people. Hence, some alone time.

Unfortunately, that did leave her rather vulnerable…

After all, it was no secret that area 17-A was where Weiss Schnee trained. She’d chased off more than a couple of people interested in wooing her (Jaune Arc no less than five times before he’d gotten the message about Pyrrha), and a fair few others who were just looking for a place to train themselves. 17-A was Schnee territory – this was well known on campus now.

And so it was that someone approached that same training ground, just as evening began to set in. Weiss had been in the middle of a practice routine, dancing between layers of whiteblue runes in the air, but she sensed the intruder before they reached the edge of the clearing and came to a stop.

“Uh, can I help you?” She called out, confident and unintimidated. This was her territory, after all, and a Schnee never backed down from any challenger.

The faunus stepped up to the light, looking just as sure of herself. She’d discarded her school uniform for a looser garb, a black top that hung around her shoulders and thick jeans – the kind of clothing that fit her native Menagerie better than Vale’s warmer climate, perhaps, but she wore it comfortably. It certainly stood out in start contrast to Weiss’s white and red colour pallet.

“Kinda wondering that myself, Miss Schnee,” she called out, her accent clear on the wind. “The name’s Torrent. Rush Torrent. And I was wonderin’ if you’d maybe like to have a little spar.”

Weiss frowned. Something about the other woman’s attitude rubbed her the wrong way. “No, thank you. I’m in the middle of some private training – if you’d like to spar, we can do so in class sometime.”

The other woman snorted. “See, now that is exactly what I thought you’d say.” She flashed a grin, and then leaped forward, charging straight for the heiress. “But even if you don’t, we’re havin’ one anyway!”

Weiss blanched, surprised that another student of Beacon would rush to attack her out of nowhere – but she wasn’t some clueless civilian with no idea how to handle herself in a fight. Her reactions quickly kicked in, and she danced out of Rush’s way, drawing her rapier up to keep the other woman back. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Heh.” The taller student drew their weapon – a whip – and cracked it in the air once for good measure. “What’s the matter, Princess? Not so keen on a fight when your daddy ain’t paying the other side to take a fall?”

“What?!” If there was anything that was going to enrage the heiress, it was bringing up her father. “How dare you! I’ve earned every win I’ve ever had!”

“I sincerely doubt that, Princess.” Rush smiled, her eyes glinting. “But hey, if you want to prove me wrong, I’m right here. Stomp me into the ground with those designer heels of yours, why don’t you?”

A white eyebrow twitched. Weiss knew when she was being goaded – this impudent intruder wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. It’s just the thing was, with a good goad, it didn’t matter whether you knew or not. You wanted to fight them anyway.

“Very well,” she said, her voice forcefully calm and not at all growling like a beowolf. “You have intruded upon my training, insulted me, and belittled my abilities. If it’s a fight you want…” She drew Myrtenaster up level with her eyes, which were narrowed into angry slits. “Then it’s a fight you’ll have! En garde!”

She lunged – only for Rush to dodge aside and snare her around the middle with her whip, pulling her close and off balance. An awkward position to be put in, but far from inescapable. She just needed to lash out with her blade to open up some distance, and then slide free – possibly disarming her opponent if she was lucky. Yes, Weiss knew exactly how to get out of this.

But the strange thing was that she… didn’t. She wasn’t sure why. One moment she was looking up to check her target and ready her counter attack, and the next… She simply couldn’t move. The heiress was frozen in place, locked staring up into Rush’s eyes.

The other student, for her part, didn’t seem surprised. In fact, judging by her knowing smirk, she’d been expecting something like this.

“So that’s all you’ve got?” She asked, her tone mocking. With a casual motion she pressed a finger against the sharp tip of Myrtenaster’s blade, and gently lowered it to point downwards. “Wow. You’re even weaker than I expected. Daddy must have bribed half the teachers in Beacon to get you enrolled in here.”

That wasn’t true. Even the very idea galled Weiss to the very core. She had worked herself to the bone to prove herself worthy of becoming a Huntress, had studied and trained for years with the finest teachers she could find – all of it against her father’s approval. Coming to Beacon had been an act of rebellion, putting as much distance between herself and her father’s company as she possibly could. But she couldn’t say a word, her mouth frozen in an expression of mild surprise, and Rush just continued to talk.

“Now I don’t know about you, but I find that pretty insulting. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a faunus like me to get into Beacon? How hard I had to train, how long I had to work? It was a lot, I can tell you that now. I won’t bother telling you what I had to do, I can tell that the very idea of hard work would be enough to make a prissy thing like you faint. But suffice to say, it wasn’t easy. And what do I find when I get here, after all my sweat and toil? A Princess, strutting around the halls like she owns the place. Yeah, that didn’t seem fair to me.”

Weiss fumed. What was this? Why couldn’t she move? All she could do was stare forwards into Rush’s eyes…

The other Huntress bent down a little so that the two were face to face. “Lucky for everyone involved, I have a nice way to even things out. Do you like my eyes, Princess?” Her intense irises seemed to shimmer. “You were rather rude about them before, but I don’t think you got a proper look at them. See, my eyes? My eyes are special. They help me fix little problems like you before someone has to get hurt. Neat, huh?”

It was her eyes? That was the cause of all this? Weiss tried to break her gaze, tried to look away, but it was useless. She just couldn’t budge! Was this some kind of semblance? Unfair, there was no way she could have been expected to anticipate this!

The scales on Rush’s face crinkled as she smiled. “I’ll spell it out for you, since you’re probably not too smart. This right here is my semblance. And I was none too plussed when it showed up, to tell you the truth. I was never fond of my eyes growing up.” A dark cloud passed over her expression for a moment. “They got me no end of grief from people like you.” Then it vanished like had never been. “But once I started training with aura, well, blow me down – turns out they really were worth it after all.”

The Huntress moved in closer – now so near that her brow was nearly touching Weiss’s. The white haired heiress had nowhere to look but Rush’s eyes, even if she’d been able to move.

“See,” Rush continued, eyes sparkling, “my semblance’s name is Hypnos. It’s simple. I get someone to stare into my eyes with it active, and I get some power over them. And the longer they stare, the more power I get.” Her irises began to twist, swirling with green and blue. “And by now, I reckon you’ve been staring an awful long time…”

This was bad. Weiss wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve this kind of treatment, though it was quite apparent that her father’s legacy was dogging her down once again, but it didn’t matter. This woman had been able to paralyze her with a look, and now she was claiming she could do even more? No, no, no, she had to find a way out of this, there had to be something she could do!

But even as she thought that, she still found herself staring helplessly into Rush’s glowing eyes as they shifted, a pale green glow spiralling out from her pupils up to her eyelids, filling them with bright, swirling colours. The sight sent a shudder down her spine, and an odd feeling rose up inside her, a kind of tingling haze washing over her mind. The, the intensity that the heiress was feeling from Rush’s gaze seemed to increase, doubling its presence over her. She just couldn’t look away…

“Now let’s get you stood up right,” the faunus muttered, still sounding amused. “A good Princess has proper posture, doesn’t she?”

Good Princess… Proper posture…

Weiss found herself echoing Rush’s words in her thoughts, before shaking herself free. What? Why was she agreeing with that? And why were the other women’s words so loud in her head? She struggled to fight back against the foreign influence slowly growing over her mind, but even as she did, Rush was moving her body like a mannequin’s – straightening her out to stand upright, lowering her arms to her side, Myrtenaster now pointed squarely at the ground. All the while never breaking eye contact, not even for a moment.

The spirals… They were all that Weiss could see now, dominating her vision completely. It felt like they were getting bigger by the second, swallowing the whole world around them into a sea of blue and green.

“That’s it,” Rush’s voice came from… Somewhere, somewhere nearby, she couldn’t see… “Just Relax, Princess. No need to fight anymore.”

Relax… Princess… No need to fight…

She could feel the words sapping at her. Echoing in her head, making her mind swirl. There was no need for a Princess to fight… She could just relax… N-no, she… She couldn’t allow this. The spirals had merged together now, consuming everything around them, and she could feel them flowing into her head. Twisted lines of green and blue, sweeping through her brain and scooping out her thoughts, drowning them in their depths. She had to fight- had to fight this off somehow…!

There was a chuckle, and the heiress distantly felt strong fingers curling under her chin. The spiral grew closer still. “Sleep, Princess. Let that pretty head of yours go blank.”

Sleep… Blank…

Weiss could feel herself sinking, as though her mind was being sucked down by quicksand. The spiral was everywhere, there was no way to escape it. She could feel it drawing her in, pulling her very sense of self down into its twisting centre. And though she tried to struggle, she just felt so sleepy all of a sudden…

Her strength was leaking out of her. She could distantly sense her body going limp, leaning heavily on the hand holding her chin to stay upright, but it may as well have been happening in another kingdom. All she could see was the spiral, all she could hear was the spiral, all she could taste was the spiral. It was all around her, inside her mind, sucking her down, inescapable and inevitable.

With one last valiant attempt to resist, her mental self-reached out for something, anything, to grasp hold of, to pull her back… But when she found nothing, there was no more she could do. Her last, desperate hand sank into the spiral – and it swallowed her completely.

Her mind went blank.

Ting!

Myrtenaster fell to the ground, sticking into the firm earth point down as it dropped from suddenly slack fingers. Weiss swayed on her feet, unsteady and lax, held up entirely by Rush, who breathed a sigh of relief as the light in her eyes finally died down. “Ahh, there we go. Ugh, it’s a good semblance, but keeping your eyes open that long is a strain and a half, right? Know what I mean, Princess?”

Weiss didn’t reply. Her eyes just gazed blankly ahead, now filled with the same blue green spirals that Rush had been projecting herself, not so long ago. Her jaw rested open in the faunus’s hand, a little drool running from her open mouth down onto the woman’s palm. You could practically hear the wind whistling between her ears.

“Well no, I guess you don’t.” Rush chuckled, before straightening up. “Alright, let’s get you sorted out. Time to accept what you really are, Schnee. Listen close.”

The heiress stood, staring into the spiral, and did just that.

“You are a Princess. A sweet, dainty, helpless creature without a violent bone in your body. You don’t want to fight. You don’t even know how.”

As far as Rush was concerned, that much was already true anyway. She was just making sure that the girl accepted it, rather than continuing this insulting charade. For Weiss, though, it was a devastating blow to her entire sense of self. She was a Princess? Sweet? Helpless? These words circled through her empty head and soaked into her very core, rewriting her from the ground up. The harsh edges to her personality, the caustic wit to her tongue, her fiery spirit, all these things dissolved away, melting out of her head as she was reshaped into a soft, demure princess of a woman.

But Rush wasn’t done with just that. Weiss had insulted her, and every other hunter, as far as she was concerned. Not only did she need to understand her mistake – she needed to pay for it as well.

“Hunters,” she stated, “are strong and noble protectors of the people. You could never be one. You’re too weak, and too dumb, to even try. A girl like you exists to look pretty and do whatever anyone tells you to do.”

Even mindless, Weiss couldn’t help but gasp as those words flowed into her. The existence of Hunters as strong and noble protectors cemented itself in her head – which, to be honest, was no change at all, for that was what she already believed. The rest, though, caused far more of a shift. She could never be a Huntress. She was too weak and too stupid. All she could do was look pretty and obey.

If she’d been aware of what was happening, the heiress probably would have screamed at the idea, raged at the insult, and resisted with all her might. Sadly for her, though, all she could do was drool, her eyes still spiralling, as these words too became the truth. Her sharp mind dulled, her wits shrinking into nothingness, her vaunted intelligence starting to drain away. Replaced, despite her theoretical disgust, with the simple compulsion to look pretty and listen to others.

“You’re just an airhead. A sweet girl with nothing in her head but cotton candy and sex. Yeah, a nice little bimbo princess, always happy to throw daddy’s money around to get what you want, and crushing on any cute guys and girls that you see.”

This was really just gilding the lily, but Rush was getting into it now. Yes, this girl wasn’t just stupid – she was an utter bimbo. Dumb sex on legs. That seemed like a fitting punishment for pretending to be a Huntress! And besides, it was helping her out, really. Once she got over this stupid phase of hers, she could go back home and get married off. That was what heiresses were supposed to do after all, right?

Weiss certainly thought so, after her brains had been melted even more by Rush’s commands. She was starting to smile now, a nice little air headed grin as her dignity drizzled out of her ears. The inside of her head was nothing but pink, fluffy clouds – oh, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. Cute boys – and now cute girls! – as far as the eye could see, all of them lacking in clothes and packing in assets. Any sense of self restraint the girl had left was out the window – she’d throw money at anything and everything to get what she wanted, and she’d throw herself at any guy and ever girl she liked the look of to get herself laid!

It was time to finish up. “You don’t need all those skills and all that knowledge you’ve gathered. They’re a waste of time you could be spending getting laid. Just push all of that stuff out of your head, and into your chest. Yeah, that’s it. A proper bimbo princess should have proper bimbo boobs, right?”

Sure! What else would a silly Princess like her use them for? Weiss’s eyes swirled even faster as she gathered all of her remaining smarts up and shoved them all down into her chest. If she’d been aware of what she was doing – and still smarter than a can of peaches – the heiress would have been shocked to see the results, as her chest began to grow, swelling up at least a good few cup sizes as her breasts drank deeply of the last of her intelligence. Her dress, not really designed for her new figure, strained more than a little, but managed to hold.

Rush grinned. Her semblance could be pretty powerful once someone was under it this deep. “Oh, and plump up that ass, too. Bimbo boobs, bimbo butt.”

Weiss certainly couldn’t argue with that! She rooted around for any last scraps of sense or skill, and pushed them right down to her hips, which obediently inflated. Fortunately, her combat skirt handled the transition with far less difficulty than her top.

And… There! It was done. One haughty heiress, finally taught her place. And hadn’t she turned out well? Rush breathed a sigh of relief at a job completed, taking a long moment to examine her work.

Yeah, she decided, eyes drifting over creamy cleavage and thick thighs. This would do very nicely.

“Alright, Princess, I think that’ll do,” she said, finally returning her own weapon to its holder. “You can wake up in a minute or two, okay? And, hey, maybe next time you run into someone in the hall, apologise to them instead of being a bitch, yeah?”

The heiress didn’t really have a response to that – except to drool and spiral a bit, perhaps, as Rush quickly retreated from the clearing. The faunus would watch what happened next from the shadows – just to see how all of her commands had taken.

It was four minutes before Weiss came back to herself (her diminished faculties leaving her with a much less accurate internal clock than she had before). She blinked slowly, the spirals in her eyes fading, and then looked around, her crystal-clear blue eyes peering out into the twilight in visible confusion. “Uh… Like, what was I doing…?”

She pondered that for a moment, before apparently losing track of her train of thought, and giving up. Shrugging – her top straining once again at the motion – she noticed Myrtenaster at her feet and bent over to pick it up – her combat skirt struggling now as well. The blade plucked from the earth easily, though she was a little surprised at how heavy it felt in her hands…

In the shadows, Rush was amused to see she was holding it wrong.

All of that vanished from Weiss’s head, though, the moment that she caught sight of her reflection in the sword’s hilt. “Ohmygod!” She cried, suddenly panicked. “Where’s my makeup!? Like, I can’t be out here like this, I’m totally gunna get seen!”

The Princess fled – accidentally leaving Myrtenaster behind when it fell out of her terrible grip – zooming off back towards the Beacon dorms. And behind her, the faunus who’d done this to her laughed, watching her go, enjoying the sight of her hips wiggling and chest jiggling as she ran. Yep, it looked like she was back on the proper path now – a proper bimbo Princess through and through.

Rush would keep an eye on the situation, though. The Schnee’s teammates might not be too happy with what had happened to her. But, eh. If they really had a problem…

… Well, they could learn what was so special about her eyes as well. The world could always do with a few more princesses, after all…

-

Request: Rakshata's newest upgrade to the Guren is designed to enhance pilot-machine interfacing...except the balance is off, so when Kallen tries it out, it brainwashes her to become nothing more than an extension of her Knightmare, and all the Pilot Element needs is orders from her superior.

“Are you guys sure about this?” It was, obviously, a little too late to be asking that kind of question, and Kallen Kozuki knew it well. She was already holding her hair away from the back of her neck to allow the interface chip to be attached, after all, and when you’ve gotten that far in there just isn’t any reasonable path of retreat.

“Absolutely certain.” And if she’d been hoping that Rakshata Chawla would give her an opening, then she was bound to be swiftly disappointed. There was no escape. “And there’s no need to worry. All of the tests have shown the interface system working at full capacity. There’s no chance that it will fail!”

Kallen tried not to wince as she felt cold metal press against her neck, the chip being firmly set into place. It was supposed to interact with her nervous system directly, bypassing the need for manual controls entirely. In theory, it would increase her Knightmare’s reaction speed to incredible levels, and provide an advantage that the Black Knights desperately needed in their fight against Britania. If it worked correctly, it would be a massive boon for them.

If it worked correctly. Unfortunately it hadn’t had any human testing yet. That was, in fact, why she was doing this in the first place. Ordinarily, no one would have considered doing this kind of experimentation with one of the best pilots that their side had, but unfortunately due to the kind of response patterns they needed to generate, only an experienced pilot would do… And so Kallen had ended up ‘volunteering’ for the process.

It wasn’t as though she doubted their scientists though! Obviously not. Rakshata and her team had pulled her ass out of the fire more times than she could count. It was just… Well, she could tell that the Indian scientist was excited about this one – and she could get a bit carried away when she got excited. The pilot had a bit of a sinking feeling that this might be one of those times.

But, nothing for it now. She sighed and waited as the other woman massaged the chip into place. Supposedly it worked by… What was it, microneedles or something? Honestly, she hadn’t quite caught the specifics. At any rate, it wasn’t painful, just… tingly. She could feel it just above her shoulder blades, a sort of numb sensation, like it was a limb she’d slept on funny. Which was probably pretty promising for what it was supposed to do.

“How does that feel? All hooked up?” The scientist waved a hand for her to stop holding her hair up, and Kallen complied, rolling her neck a little to test the feeling. Well, first test completed – it didn’t fall straight off. Good sign.

“Yeah, I think so. Feels sort of weird,” she said, standing up and straightening her suit, fiddling with the zip for a moment. “Is it all set?”

“Yes!” Rakshata clapped her hands, an excited grin on her face. “Looks like everything is working perfectly – its time to get testing. Just climb into your Guren, sit back, and let it connect with you. We’ll start the test from there.”

“Right…” Well, there really was no getting away from it now. Kallen looked up at her Knightmare, Guren, and took a breath. “Guess we’ll be working more closely together from now on, yeah?”

The mecha didn’t respond, of course – but Rakshata did call out after her as she climbed into its cockpit. “You take good care of my baby up there, you hear me?”

The redhead snorted. Of course she’d take care of Guren. The two of them were a pair – they looked after each other! “I will, I will! Now how are we starting this thing?”

“Have you got in position yet?”

Kallen looked back over her shoulder. She could see the new addition to Guren’s cockpit – a connector port installed where her headrest normally sat. Right. “Uh. Gimme a sec.”

She slid into her chair, her bodysuit gliding over its surface with ease. The familiar sensation was no small degree of comfort in this unfamiliar operation. Okay. Yeah. She was in her pilot seat now. There was nowhere on earth that she’d rather be. She could do this.

Now she just needed to connect her brain directly into her giant robot. Well, this would be interesting.

Despite her reservations, there were few who could call Kallen Kozuki a coward – and even fewer who would be able to walk away after doing so. With a deep breath, she leaned back into place, and felt as restraints secured her shoulders and neck to make sure she didn’t move too much during the interface. Losing connection would be pretty bad in the heat of battle after all.

There was a slight sting – not painful, exactly, more a sort of surprise as the chip activated. And then…

“Beginning interface activation.” Rakshata’s face appeared in a little window in her viewscreen, the scientist already typing away on her terminal. “Please report any strange sensations that you feel as we proceed.”

“Will do,” the pilot agreed, resisting the urge to nod. With these restraints it would have been a wasted attempt anyway. “Just a mild tingle so far.”

The scientist had no such troubles with her neck, so her nod was clear as day. “All within acceptable parameters then. Good. Alright, we’ll begin with limb manipulation. Can you try to move Guren’s left arm?”

The left arm? Kallen’s eyes drifted over to the controls she’d normally use. It would have been easy to reach out and move it that way, but obviously that wasn’t the point. She was supposed to do this with her mind… somehow. “Uh… Is there command I should be thinking here, or something? This is a little new to me.”

Rakshata grinned understandingly. “Just do it the same way as you’d move your normal arm – except use the big metal one instead. It’s simple!”

It did not sound simple. But, she was hear to learn as much as she was to test, so she gave it a try. Picturing how she’d do it if she was just commanding her human arm, she took a moment, substituted Guren in for herself, and…

Ck-chuck!

… Almost jumped out of her chair as Guren’s left arm moved in response. “It worked!”

“Well of course it worked.” Rakshata was predictably – and, perhaps, understandably – smug as hell. “Didn’t I say so? Or did you doubt me?”

“Oh, uh, no! No, I’d never doubt you…” Out loud. “It’s just, you know. This is amazing! I never thought I’d be this in tune with my Knightmare!”

The smug aura from the scientist was growing to almost visible levels now. “Oh, but you’ve seen nothing yet! That was just a simple limb test to make sure all the connections worked. Now it’s time to start the real test.”

Kallen blinked. “The real test?” There was that sinking feeling again.

“Of course – full pilot-machine integration! Access to every part of your Knightmare to move as though it were your real body, and real-time information flow from the Factspheres directly into your mind! It will be as if you and Guren are one!”

The redhead stared Rakshata’s camera feed with wide eyes. “We can go that far?”

“Naturally.” The scientist twirled a pipe between her fingers. “If we couldn’t, what would be the point? More responsive controls is only a part of the upgrade I’ve dreamed up here – if we can give our pilots full awareness of the battlefield at all times, just think of what we’ll be capable of!”

That was a strong point, and one Kallen couldn’t argue with. That kind of advantage would beat anything the Britanians had in the field. “Alright. Tell me what to do.”

“Just sit back for the moment.” Again, the scientist was already typing on her terminal. “You should start to sense something in aboooout… now.”

The pilot blinked, and the world changed. In the instant between her closing her eyes and opening them again, the cockpit of her Guren vanished. Instead, she found herself standing on a strange metal surface, one that rippled like water under her feet, while around her digital images and windows sprung up in the air, showing various views and angles of the world around her Knightmare.

“Is this… Guren…?” Kallen looked about in awe. This was far from what she’d been expecting. “Rakshata, this is incredible…”

But the voice she heard back broke the mood. “…-ng. The feedback loop is-” Static crackled loudly over the scientist’s words as her image grew more and more distorted. “-en, you need t-!”

The voice cut out, the video feed going dead. Alarmed, Kallen looked around for some way to reconnect, but saw nothing – nor did she see an exit from this strange world. Something had gone very wrong.

Before she could think of a response, though, a window popped up in front of her – one with ‘Emergency’ written at the top of it. ‘Pilot-Mech synchronisation exceeding expected parameters,’ it read. Which sounded bad, but what was it supposed to mean?

There was a footstep behind her. The pilot spun around, fists raised, uncertain what was happening but far from feeling helpless. “Who’s th- What?!”

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing there, the floor rippling beneath them as though they had just emerged from it like one would a swimming pool, was… Herself. Only, not.

It looked like her, kind of. It had her outline, her hair, her figure… But the woman in front of her was made of metal, shining under the light of all the screens hanging in the air around them. Red metal, with orange shoulders, and blue eyes. In a strange way, she seemed almost familiar… Wait.

“Guren…?” Kallen’s brow furrowed in confusion. Could it be? She could sense, in an odd fashion that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, that this was her mech, but why would it take the same shape as her in this place?

The mech didn’t answer – but it (she?) offered her hand out for Kallen to take. The pilot hesitated for a long moment, but, lacking any other options, gingerly reached out to do so. She was surprised at how warm the other her’s hand felt.

And then, she knew. The information just appeared in her head. The Pilot-Mech interface had performed well above expected parameters, and now both she, Kallen, and her machine, Guren, were… sort of leaking into one another. Parts of her mind had merged with Guren’s systems, resulting in the Kallen-ified Guren who stood in front of her now. And, by the same token Guren’s systems were starting to…

A tingling feeling in the fingers of her free hand pulled her attention, and as she held them up to the light, she saw that they too had turned into the same red-metal of her mech, each one turning into a slender and uniform digit, with visible joints at her knuckles for full articulation. Even as she watched, the tingling feeling continued into her palm, and she saw her hand was starting to turn the same gold as her mech’s cannon.

Her eyes widened with realization even as, mentally, she began to feel very peculiar. Like, something very bad was happening here, but her emotions felt… calm. Distant. It was as though she was feeling her panic through a thick blanket. After all, panicking right now wouldn’t be logical.

The spread of metal was down to her elbow now. Her hand was a red and gold mix of solid metal, powerful circuits, and articulated joints, whirring and clanking quietly when she tried to open and close it. Soon, her elbow would shift as well – and she could feel the same kinds of tingles starting at the base of her feet, too. No doubt that if she looked, she’d see her toes were already converted.

The pilot knew that this wasn’t really happening. That what she was experiencing right now was a kind of simulated reality created by the connection between her and her mech. Guren’s sensors told her that much. Her real body was still sat in the cockpit, in a state of suspended consciousness. Everything around her was a projection of her mind as it tried to understand what was happening to it through the interface connection.

Which unfortunately meant that the parts of her body turning to metal represented her mind being slowly overwritten by Guren’s systems.

That thought should have made her panic as well, but the emotion was so distant it was almost non-existent. Which was probably a very worrying indicator of how much of an effect the mech was already having on her mind. In fact, all of her emotions seemed stunted and muffled – she could barely work out how she felt about what was happening at all.

By now, the metal had reached her torso, her arm and legs fully converted. Unable to do little more than look down curiously, she watched as the red slowly climbed up over her hips and middle, smoothing them out into uniform, if curvy, metal sculpts. Her chest soon followed, with green paint appearing over her breasts as they were integrated into her new form. She was starting to look just like the copy in front of her.

Information was pouring into her head as well. Sensor readings, lifesign scans, directives, weapon checks… She was steadily becoming aware of everything in the hanger that her real body was sitting in. Information that a pilot needed to know in order to fly her… Or… No… Wait, she was the pilot doing the flying… Wasn’t she? Ngh. There was so much information filling her head, it was hard to sort through what was her, and what was the machine.

It occurred to Kallen that she hadn’t tried to resist this. Which seemed wrong, from what she knew of herself. She wasn’t the kind of person to meekly let herself be turned into a machine component. And yet, she just couldn’t seem to bring up the kind of fire in herself to fight back – if it was even possible to do.

But if Kallen would fight back, and she couldn’t, was she even really Kallen?

The question gave her several moments of pause, and by the time she had recovered, the metal was advancing up her neck. She could feel the tingling transformation as it climbed up over her chin. Her lips pressed themselves together firmly before freezing in place, permanently converting to metal neutrality. A moment later and her nose sealed up, cast in the same metal as the rest. Her eyes followed suit not long after, turned to solid blue glass – and then the conversion of her hair was all that remained. It didn’t take long.

And as the last of her mental image of herself turned to metal, her thoughts froze as well. The transformation she had barely been aware of finishing up – her mind neatly sorted and organized like computer code, her memories and personality zipped up in files, her skills turned into processes and Exes. By the time her hand, the last part of her that remained human in Guren’s grip, turned into a copy of the hand holding it, the process was done – the pilot’s mind had been fully digitized.

But that wasn’t the end of it. After a moment of stillness, the now computerized Kallen’s eyes lit up. “Conversion At 100%. Preparation complete.” The voice seemed to emanate from her throat, but her lips never moved. “Beginning Merge.”

That had been what this was all for, after all – the merger between Pilot and Mech. The union between flesh and machine. There had just been a few unanticipated steps to the procedure – getting her human half’s mind ready for it being the main one.

The two mechanical Kallens looked at each other for a moment - before stepping forward, into one another. Their forms melted together, the connection in the real world finally forming fully, pilot and machine finally joining in balance – albeit, a balance that heavily favoured the mechanical part of her.

Then, after a simple flash of light, there was only one being left in this strange mental half-way world. A single Kallen – or a single Guren. A cross between the two, sharing their best qualities, and their worst. For a moment.

“Merger Complete.” The figure spoke, running a quick diagnostic. “Confirmation Of Pilot Element Installation Registered. Purging All Unnecessary Files.”

After all, now that they were merged, there was no need for anything not needed for their function as a Knightmare, was there? Most of this information that had been installed with the new component wasn’t needed. Best to just get rid of it. Normally, the Guren would have waited for an order from a superior to get rid of files, no matter how superfluous they might be – but while Kallen had been the one most changed by the merger, her mech had gained a bit of her fiery nature as well.

Thus, a bunch of useless clutter – things like memories, or relationships, or personality (oh yuck, that would really get in the way of their mission) – were deleted from the pilot component’s head – leaving plenty of space for proper combat tactics and advanced manoeuvres to be installed. Much better!

As the mental space faded around them, Guren’s metal lips twitched in the tiniest approximation of a smile. The merger had been a complete success.

…

“Phew! Welcome back, Kallen.” Rakshata sounded relieved over the comm line, though if it was for her pilot, or her machine’s sake, who was to say. “We had an unexpected spike there for a moment. Not sure what happened yet – I’m sure I’ll crack it soon enough. Did you notice anything strange?”

“Negative,” the blank eyed pilot element replied, crisp and clear. “The Merger Process Proceeded Entirely Within Parameters. Pilot Element Now Fully Installed.”

“Oh, uh. Good.” The response didn’t seem to be entirely what the scientist was expecting. But that wasn’t the pilot’s problem – her function was simply to follow orders, and pilot the Knightmare to the best of her ability. Everything else was meaningless to her. “Okay, why don’t you get down from there and we’ll run a few more tests on your condition…”

“Yes my lord!”

“Okay we definitely have a problem here…”

-

Request: There are plenty of toys based off of super heroines around the holiday season-and when PowerGirl and WonderWoman see a new toy store advertising dolls based off of them, they decide it can't hurt to check them out....And a few hours later, a pair of very special adult dollies are happily waiting for an owner to come and claim them! They can play all sorts of games as the best presents ever.

T’was the season of Christmas, of goodness and joy… Or, at the very least, of big meals and free toys. One of the busiest times of the year for many professions – including for Super Heroes. Villains, it turned out, were all too keen to take advantage of a holiday where the cash registers were all full, and the crowds were thick. Even those above common robbery tended to have sinister Christmas schemes in play – do you know how easy it is to get mind control devices smuggled into every home when you dress them up like a cute toy? Five of the top six spots on the hot toy list this year were villainous plots!

Which was why heroes had to be working harder than ever, to make sure everyone else had a Merry Christmas. Fighting crime, saving lives, even fighting off time travelling dinosaurs, the whole shebang. Crime didn’t take a break, and neither did they.

Thus, on one chilly December eve, two heroes did find themselves working together on a particularly nasty case, involving an alien invasion and one of Eris’s apples, and afterwards decided to take a short breather together before dashing off towards the next disaster, which was sure to come all too soon.

“I’ll never get used to how active this season is,” Diana of Themyscira, otherwise known as Wonder Woman, laughed as the pair flew over the snowy city streets, drifting over the tops of buildings. “Back home, winter was a time of quiet and solitude. Food would become scarce, the wind bitter. Amazons would huddle in their homes – or set out to prove themselves hardy enough to brave the chill, if they were particularly set on looking tough… And the solstice was an occasion to keep one’s eyes sharp, lest forces seeking to make use of the dark strike unseen. There was very little celebration – at least, nothing at this level – and certainly nowhere near this raw level of greed.”

“Well, you know…” Powergirl, the other half of this dynamic duo, who also went by the name Karen Starr, folded her arms behind her head and shrugged. “That’s capitalism for you. But there’s other stuff too. Joy, laughter, good will to all men, all that.”

Diana smiled. “I know, I know. I didn’t arrive from the island yesterday. I’ve walked the world of men long enough to know its customs by now. And there is a good heart to this festival, even if the less scrupulous among us might try to take advantage of it. It’s just all the lights and shops. It’s a lot to take in. I’m not sure you can really see the difference if you grew up with it.”

“Now that, I can’t argue with.” PG nodded sagely. “I’m pretty used to the glitz and glitter. And – hold on.” She vanished for a moment, and then reappeared, her kryptonian superspeed leaving little more than a blur in her wake. “Sorry, there was a purse snatcher.”

The dark-haired heroine snorted. “As if you have to apologise. But yes, I don’t mean to sound like a small-town country girl…”

“Trust me, you can’t beat Clark on that one. I have literally heard every variation on ‘Christmas is a time for family togetherness’ and ‘The real treat is giving presents, not receiving them’ that could ever possibly exist. You just don’t like the commercialism. That’s fine.”

“I suppose. That, and I have absolutely no idea what to get people for presents.” Well that was an admission.

“Woah, woah, really? You? Miss Goddess of Love has trouble with picking out presents?” PG spun in the air, grinning like a mad woman.

Wonder Woman gave her an amused warning glare. “I am not a Goddess of Love. Let’s not go around saying that. And besides, what do you even get Bruce?” A little of the manic energy that drove so many gift givers in the month of December appeared in her eyes. “There’s only so many therapy coupons you can give a man before he buys the clinic to stop you! And don’t even get me started on your cousin!”

The blonde winced in sympathy. “I mean… He’ll love whatever you get him…”

“That’s not the point!” Wonder Woman’s arms shot up in the air in exasperation. “It should still be a good gift! Everyone knows that.”

“You were not kidding when you said you’ve been in the world of men a while, huh? You’ve got the customs down pat.” PG flickered again, putting a stop to three gas station robberies and helping one old woman pick up her dropped purse. And then. “Oh, I think I just saw something that might help with your little gift giving problem…”

There was something very troubling about seeing a kryptonian grin like that, but Diana was hardly the type to be intimidated. Plus, well, she was completely out of ideas. What harm could taking a look do?

She followed the other heroine down onto one of the emptier city streets, setting down outside a large toy shop on the snowy path, and looked around. PG wasn’t saying anything, she just had her arms raised as if she was showing something off. “What? What am I supposed to be looking at?”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Oh come on – just look. Read the poster!”

Poster? Oh, that. A rather uninspiring ad on the side of the toy shop – little more than red writing on a blue background. Not exactly the most impressive thing pasted up on the walls today. Still, Diana leaned closer and took a proper look.

‘Super Dolls!’ It read, which already sounded like a reason to look away, but she’d humor her friend a little longer. ‘Get a Doll of your favourite Super Heroine! Available here at Toys 4 U!’ And then it listed a bunch of super heroines. Starfire, Raven, Hawkgirl, Zatanna, and many, many others all in a long list down the wall. And, of course, both herself and Powergirl were in there as well.

“Hm.” Diana frowned. “I have full rights to my own image, and I’m quite sure I never gave permission to a place called ‘Toys 4 U’ to print dolls in my likeness.”

And in response she just got a nudge from Powergirl. “Oh come on, a little off-brand shop like this? What’s the harm? Besides, wouldn’t they make a great gift?”

“Huh?” Wonder Woman blinker, and then shot PG an incredulous look. “Wait, you think I should get people little dolls of me for Christmas?”

“Yeah, it’s the perfect gift!” Karen was very taken with her idea and Diana could already tell there wouldn’t be any getting out of this without a volcano going off somewhere in the world. “I mean, what, do you think Bruce and Clark already have one?”

“W-well, no, but…” The dark-haired heroine winced, rubbing her neck. “Isn’t it rather… egotistical?”

“Only if you buy a good one! These things are bound to be crappy quality, so they’re fine! And this way, all your friends get a little reminder of you whenever they need guidance. Or glaring at. You know, either or.”

Diana sighed. She knew that look in Karen’s eye. There wasn’t much point in fighting this. Besides, maybe she was right. It would be an amusing gift, at the very least. “Very well. Shall we?”

“Sure. Tell you what – I’ll get a couple for myself as well. We can make a thing of it!” Oh sweet Hera, they were going to make a thing of it. Oh well.

The doors slid open for the two heroes to make their way into the surprisingly quiet toy shop, given the season – but then, it was clearly quite an out of the way place, and it didn’t exactly look high quality. Diana felt bad about even considering demanding they stop producing dolls of her – it was quite clear the place would be out of business within a few months.

“Ah, welcome Ladies! What can I do for you?” A kindly looking shopkeeper greeted the pair from the counter. To the heroes surprise, she didn’t seem in the least bit shocked to see two of the world’s most famous heroes walk into the shop. Apparently, people could get used to anything.

“Yes, we’re here to see about your Wonder Woman dolls?” Karen swept in before Diana could speak, happy to cut right to the heart of things.

“And your Power Girl dolls, while you’re at it,” the Amazon nodded, making sure that if she was getting stuck doing this, then her friend was riding the train all the way to the end as well.

“Wonder Woman and Power Girl… Oh yes, of course.” The shopkeeper thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes, that shouldn’t be a problem – we just got a couple in! If you’d just like to come this way…”

The old woman hopped down from her chair, snatching up a cane, and began to walk around the counter, heading towards the large toy shelves that lined the aisles all the way to the back of the store. Diana and Karen shared a quick glance, and then immediately hurried to try and stop her.

“Please, ma’am,” Wonder Woman raised a hand to try and get her to at least slow down. “There’s no need to strain yourself. We can find the dolls ourselves it you just point the way.”

“Oh?” The older woman cackled, not stopping for a second, and managing a surprising turn of speed as she limped off down the toy aisles. “So you can walk off with my product the moment my back is turned? I think not, young lady! No, I’ll take you there myself, you see if I don’t.”

The two heroes looked at one another and shrugged. Well, if she was going to be that way…

The pair fell into step behind the woman, looking around and walking slowly while trying not to hurry her. It felt a little silly, of course, but that volcano they were waiting for hadn’t gone off yet, so they had time to spare. It was a nice little toyshop, really – a shame it was so empty, and in such a busy season.

“Hm. Is this the one?” Suddenly, the old lady spoke up, pausing at the end of one of the aisles. “Dears, come look at this and tell me, would you? My eyesight isn’t what it used to be.”

Curious, the two walked forward to join her – and were surprised at what they saw. At the end of the aisle, facing out into the junction that led away in four separate directions, was a doll box bigger than either woman – and neither of them was exactly short. The box was pink card, with a clear plastic front, letting anyone see its contents inside. And those contents were…

“Is that… Zatanna?” Karen asked, staring. Because yes, indeed, inside that box was a life-sized doll of their friend and heroic colleague, Zatanna Zatara, the fishnet wearing spell weaving sorceress of fame. She almost looked real, in fact, so detailed was the plastic from which she was sculpted. But there were a few key differences one could use to tell it from the real deal (aside from the already mentioned ‘made of plastic’ part). For one, Zatanna did not have a chest that big. Nope, never, not even close. Not unless she’d been practicing some very naughty spells. And for two, Zatanna had a winning smile, for certain, but the real deal had never managed to look that… airheaded, was the polite way to put it. She was smiling widely, showing off her pearly whites for all to see, her plastic fixed eyes wide and vapid.

No, the real Zatanna probably wouldn’t have appreciated this particular doppelganger. Especially not one with the name ‘Zlutty Zatanna’ slapped on the bottom of her box.

“I won’t tell her if you don’t,” Diana whispered in reply. Then, louder, she replied to the shopkeeper. “No, this is a different hero. Uh. I didn’t realise that you sold such big dolls here. Are all of them this size?”

“Size? Oh yes, we make them big around here, yessire. But this isn’t the girl you want? You sure? She has a nice voice, I think, have a listen.” She waved her cane around in the air before jabbing it forward, pressing into the Zatanna doll’s chest – which, to be fair, was a hard target to miss.

The doll giggled, and then spoke – in an exact copy of the real Zatanna’s voice. “Slrig, sllod obmib dedeahria otni nrut!"

The three women stared at the doll, and then at each other. The shopkeeper shrugged. “Okay that one’s broken then. Never mind! Let’s see if I can find you the ones you’re after. Follow me, girls!”

She sped off, and the pair of heroes had no choice but to follow, sparing only a glance back over their shoulders for the Zatanna doll – who just smiled happily as she watched the vanish into the depths of the shop.

But… It was funny. As the pair hurried to chase after their elderly guide, both noticed it was a little harder than before. Had she gotten faster, somehow? Or were their limbs just slower now, for some reason? As if they had gotten stiff, and harder to move. But that was silly. Maybe they were just tired after a long day of vanquishing evil – neither of them thought to mention it.

In fact, both of them had forgotten there was even an issue by the time they reached their next stop, at the end of another twisty aisle. Once again, their guide had stopped by a big pink doll box – only this time, she’d stopped by two of them, arranged side by side between shelves. “How about these two? Are these the ones you were after?”

Wonder Woman and Power Girl looked – and shook their heads.

“Nope,” PG was the one to answer this time. “That’s Raven and Starfire. They’re both Titans. The two we’re after are more… Justice League level.” And she giggled at her own joke.

Diana was about to reprimand her – really, acting as though there were divisions and ranks between the various heroic teams out there had only ever served to divide their community – but when she opened her mouth, she found herself giggling too. It was quite funny, after all.

Besides, look at them! Raven and Starfire looked just as vapid as Zatanna had, posed in proud little stances in their boxes, legs stood stiffly together, chests pushed forward. And what chests they were! Di was pretty sure that neither woman was actually that voluptuous in real life. Not unless she’d missed something. Which was feeling kinda possible right now, actually – her head felt really spacy all of a sudden…

“No? Oh well. We’ll find them soon enough, you see if we don’t!” And the old woman was off again! This time the two heroes didn’t even blink, marching after her dutifully without even a glance back. They didn’t even miss a beat when their strides began to change, their hips starting to inflate round out with every step. Nor did they notice as their chests began to grow heavier in tandem, slowly starting to swell beneath their tops – tops which were starting to shift as well, with Wonder Woman’s red and gold bustier starting to bleed colour, bleaching slowly to pure white. Meanwhile PG’s infamous cleavage window was starting to close, golden emblems starting to weave themselves around it. None of that seemed especially important right now.

Their next stop was sudden, and both women found themselves jiggling and bouncing as they halted behind their guide – both smiling at the pleasant sensation, and thinking no more about it. They weren’t really thinking of much at all at the moment.

“Alright, alright, I can see you two are getting close now,” the old woman said, before pointing at a row of three pink doll boxes on the aisle ahead. “Are any of those the ones you want?”

Smiling, Kara and Di strutted over to take a look. There were three dolls this time – which made sense, give there were three boxes – a blonde, a redhead, and a dark brunette. All three of them were giving their viewers the same kind of empty headed smile as the rest of the dolls, and all three of them had the same exaggerated figure. The brunette had slightly darker skin than the other two, but beyond that, the three looked pretty much the same all over – same pose, same clothes – well, underwear, since the three seemed to be missing actual clothing. The two heroines stared at them for a long moment, Di chewing on a fingernail as she tried to think who they could be. It tasted surprisingly rubbery, not that she noticed.

“Oh! Look!” PG finally exclaimed, bouncing on her feet excitedly, which got the rest of her bouncing nicely as well. In her hair, dark roots were starting to show. “They’ve got, like, a big bat on their boobies! They’ve totally gotta be batgirl!”

It was true! Though the skimpy underwear the three dolls had been dressed in barely qualified as clothing, each definitely had bats on the bust. Di nodded in acknowledgement, the motion making her hair shimmer as it grew shorter, and began to turn blonde at the roots. “That’s gotta be it! Yay, well done!”

The two giggled and hugged, their now much larger boobs squishing together pleasantly, and growing even larger as they parted. By now, their costumes were well and truly starting to morph. Diana’s bustier had completely merged with her skirt and lost all of its colour, becoming a white, skintight leotard that seemed a few sizes too small for her regular figure, let alone her newly enhanced one. And as for Karen’s, well, her leotard had somehow managed to split itself around her middle, the lower half transforming into an incredibly short blue skirt, while the top had become a golden breastplate… that seemed designed to mimic the very chest it was supposed to be covering. The effect just seemed to give her golden breasts.

And just as with all of the other changes, neither woman thought they were worth commenting on as they turned back to the shopkeeper. “Uh, like, no,” Di managed, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger. “I don’t think these are the ones we asked for?”

“No, I suppose not,” the old woman agreed. “But nearly there. Come on then – just a little further to your boxes.” She turned and scooted off – the heroes soon strutting right on after her.

By now, their stiff strides had transformed into completely robotic marching, their limbs held firm, bending only slightly at the knees and elbows – knees and elbows which had, at some point along the journey, turned into doll-like joints of limited flexibility. Their skin shone with a plastic sheen, their airheaded smiles just as vapid as the expressions every other doll in this toy shop held. Really, it was hard to tell the difference at all.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to travel far to reach their destination. They turned a corner, and there they were – two empty pink doll boxes, their doors open and ready to welcome their occupants.

Di and Kara drew to a halt behind their owner, waiting patiently, wide smiles on their faces, as she turned around to inspect them. Their changes were pretty much complete at this point – their boobs just as big, their asses just as wide, their smiles just as bright, their heads just as empty as every other doll on the shelves. Even their costumes had finally settled – with Di now wearing a slutty take on Power Girl’s costume, complete with a truly massive boob window that, quite frankly, qualified as a boob door, and Kara wearing what could only be described as a pornographic version of Wonder woman’s outfit – golden boobs and short skirts all the way. And their hair had changed to match, with Kara’s growing out black and long, while Di’s had turned to short and gold.

In short, they looked like slutty parodies of one another.

“There we go. Perfect. Alright, you wanted a Wondy? In you get, Wonder Bimbo.” The old woman’s cane waved out and smacked Karen Wonder Bimbo on the ass. She giggled, and did exactly as she was told – climbing into her box and taking the same proud doll pose she’d seen in so many other pink boxes before. The lid swung closed behind her, sealing with a flash – and now, there was just a lovely Wonder Bimbo on the shelf, waiting to be sold.

“And what are you waiting for? Get in and get sold already, Power Doll!” Another smack on the ass, and an eagerly smiling Diana Power Doll did exactly the same, climbing in and striking a pose. A moment later, and both boxes were sealed – the plastic, empty headed adult dolls locked within. The two former heroines now only caring about being bought – the two looking forward to the day they’d be claimed by a real owner, who could play with them any way they wanted.

Ohhh! They just couldn’t wait – they’d be the best Christmas presents ever!

And, with her job done, the shop keeper turned to walk back to the counter, chuckling quietly to herself. “Always fun to get new merchandise in. Now, I’d better call aunt Circe. I think she'll get a good cackle out of this – and there’s always a chance she’ll be on the market for a new doll…”

-

Request: Ruby and Weiss, as they are during the Atlas seasons, have made reservations at a massage parlor. The two get massages together and find the ambient music and choice of incense so relaxing they just feel like all their worries are just fading away. It’s so relaxing they can’t find it in themselves to care as their masseuses expand their curves to massive proportions or whisper in their ears how madly in love they are with each other. After their massages they get dressed in their old outfits that have somehow expanded to fit their new curves. Turns out reality has shifted and everyone thinks Ruby and Weiss have always been super curvy and have been having passionate sex together since they reunited with each other. As they leave the receptionist encourages them to invite their friends to visit as well, hinting at a sequel for Blake and Yang.

Atlas was a cold city, where warmth was a scarce resource to be treasured – but, if you could brave the frost long enough see it, it was also an incredibly beautiful place, an utterly unique world wonder in a world so full of wonders already.

To Ruby Rose, the now fully fledged Huntress and former simple soul from Patch, it was awe inspiring every time she set foot outside.

To her partner, Weiss Schnee, also fully fledged Huntress, but also rich heiress who grew up here, it was nothing special at all, and her partner really needed to stop slowing down to see these perfectly ordinary sights when they had an appointment to keep! “Ruby, if you don’t hurry up, I’m leaving you behind!”

“Ah, no, wait, Weiss!” Fortunately for Weiss’s patience, Ruby had a speed semblance. Even if she dawdled, she could catch up in no time. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be going slow.”

“It’s fine.” The Schnee had chilled out a lot from their rough beginning back at Beacon – even if she could still be plenty scary when she wanted to be. But these days, while her tongue might snap from time to time, she did genuinely try to look after those around her. Which sometimes included keeping Ruby on track. “We should still make it on time. Just don’t let yourself get too distracted, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” The smaller brunette pouted, but accepted the instruction none the less. Honestly, you’d never believe she was 19 if you hadn’t been forced to attend her birthday party, and sing very loud birthday songs in General Ironwood’s office. Oh, that had been a day. “So, where are we going, anyway?”

Weiss raised an eyebrow at her curious partner. “I said it was going to be a surprise, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah, but… We’re nearly there now, right?” Suddenly, Ruby was in eager beaver mode, hungry for secrets before it was time to reveal them. She was the worst for that kind of thing – Yang had become a master at hiding Christmas presents when they were young, just so that small Ruby would not start sneaking peaks at what Santa would be bringing this year. It was kind of an endearing trait! As long as it wasn’t you she was pestering, anyway.

“Yes, we are,” Weiss answered, looking towards their destination over Ruby’s shoulder. “So you’ll see when we get there.”

“But Weiiiiissssss…” Yep. She’d be like this for a bit. Honestly, the Schnee was pretty tempted to lead her off in a wide circle before bringing her back to this street, just to let her burn off the energy. It might be a good way of prepping for the appointment she’d booked for the two of them.

… Ah, but no. She couldn’t. For one, she definitely didn’t want to expose herself to a good twenty more minutes of Ruby pestering… And for two, she just wanted to get started already herself. After all, she was the one with the appointment! She’d just invited Ruby along as a nice gift for her team leader.

“Alright, alright,” Weiss sighed, leaning forward, grabbing her partner’s shoulders, and turning her around. “You see that building over there?”

“Uh, which-”

“The tall white one.”

“Oh yeah! Ooh, Faire Massage Parlour? Is that it?”

“That’s it.” Weiss nodded. “I got us a joint appointment with some of their best. According to, well, pretty much anyone who visits, they do the best massages in the world here. I thought we might deserve a bit of pampering after all our hard work recently!”

Ruby gasped, zipping over to the sliding glass doors. “Oh my god, Weiss, I can’t believe you’d do something like this!” She sounded delighted.

Though, of course… “Ruby! Don’t rush ahead without me!” Now Weiss was the one hurrying after her. She drew up beside her partner and spent a second getting her breath back. “We have an hour with them, so we can just relax and enjoy ourselves, right? Have you ever had a massage before?”

“Uh.” The brunette thought for a moment, and then her face flushed as her body language turned nervous. “Um. No. I’m not gunna have to get naked, am-”

“No.” The heiress cut her off right there. “No, we’re doing this together, so there will be no nudity whatsoever.” There’d been enough close calls with that kind of thing back at Beacon. “It’ll be down to our underwear at the worst, so don’t worry about it. They’ll let you decide how much you want to wear.”

The silver eyed warrior breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Shall we, then?”

Weiss smiled and nodded. “Let’s.” She led the way into the building. “And you can let me handle the talking.”

…

The two were soon ushered into a lovely warm massage parlour, far away from the street’s bitter chill. It was a small room with a cozy, wooden décor, just big enough for two long massage beds and a set of changing areas to fit without difficulty. A nice, relaxing atmosphere, perfect for a massage.

What really struck the two huntresses as they entered, though, was the scent of incense. It was strong, but not unpleasantly so, with a fair few sticks gently burning around the room. As soon as the nice, flowery, smoky aroma seeped into their senses, they immediately felt more at ease, breathing deeply and letting the smoke suffuse them.

“Mmm, that’s really nice,” Ruby smiled – her nerves from earlier now entirely deserting her. “So, we just get changed in here?”

“Yeah.” Even Weiss sounded less high-strung than normal. This place must have been magical. “Just go behind that screen over there and get changed. You can put one of those fluffy robes on after if you want.”

The two… drifted, rather than walked, to their respective changing corners, and started stripping down. The process took a while, but neither were in any particular hurry, simply enjoying the relaxing atmosphere and breathing deep. As they got changed, they slowly became aware of the music that was also pumping into the room – a nice, ambient track that almost seemed to fade into the background if you weren’t listening for it. It was sweet, melodic music, a tune that felt like it was massaging the tension out of the pair’s shoulders before they’d even laid down on the beds. Both girls sighed pleasantly, feeling all the stress that they’d barely been aware they were carrying just evaporate…

By the time the pair had finally made it all the way down to their underwear, they were feeling so pleasant and hazy that they forgot that was where they were supposed to stop. On autopilot, Ruby found herself unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, while Weiss was already stepping out of her panties. Neither noticed anything strange about that – how could they, when they were already feeling so relaxed? Far too relaxed to bother with the fuss of putting on a fluffy robe, in fact. No, the pair softly padded back out into the room completely naked, sweet, gentle smiles on their relaxed faces as the wonderful aroma beckoned them along, and the music tenderly steered them over towards the beds. And once they reached them, suddenly, it was as if neither had a single solid bone in their body. They practically melted into position, laying face down on the massage tables, their faces resting snuggly in the little holes cut out for that purpose, naked bodies resting ready to begin.

The door opened behind them, and they heard two sets of footsteps approaching. Obviously, neither woman could quite summon up the energy to look up, so what they looked like remained a mystery. Still, they both felt quite safe in assuming that masseuses had arrived…

An assumption that was completely obliterated a moment later, when they felt soft, warm, oiled hands grasp their shoulders, and start to squeeze. Oh, not because they were bad, no, far from it! It was just the sudden sensation felt so good, so immediately and incredibly relaxing and pleasurable, that both Ruby and Weiss found their minds completely shutting down from the euphoria – their already relaxed state intensifying so much that it just became impossible to think coherent thoughts.

“Well don’t you two make a lovely couple!” A perky female voice spoke up, sounding like it was whispering directly in both of their ears. “What a cute pair you are.”

The two moaned and groaned together as the massage began to descend along their backs, steadily and swiftly working out the dozens of kinks that arise from an active lifestyle fighting grimm. Ruby didn’t even try to deny what the voice was telling her, giggling slightly in acquiescence – though Weiss was, of course, a little less accepting.

“Nuh… couple…” It was more a reaction than an actual objection – Weiss was far too high up on cloud nine to summon up the energy for an objection. But part of her would always be stubborn about this kind of thing…

Or so she had thought – right up until those hands found her ass, and strong fingers began to work their magic on her cheeks. Then it turned out that the right kind of massage could loosen any kind of attitude! “Oh, you’re definitely a couple. In fact, you’re madly, passionately in love!”

“Weh hr…?” This time it was Ruby’s turn to speak up – Weiss was too busy gasping and nodding frantically to everything she was told. But the silver eyed warrior was a little confused…

Confusion which evaporated as soon as those wonderful hands reached her behind as well. “Yes, you are. Can’t get enough of each other, in fact. You two are definitely the most lovely lusty lesbians I’ve ever seen.”

Now, Weiss had always had a fondness for the cool, crisp breed of menfolk, personally, and Ruby… Well, Ruby had never shown any interest in anyone over the years. But the instant this wonderful masseuse spoke these words, everything clicked into place. Of course they were lesbians! They’d been all over each other since the second they’d reunited back in Haven. And as for lusty, well…

The pair both giggled, drooling from both sets of lips now, enjoying the sensual sensations of the hands slowly working their flesh. They were far too relaxed, and now, far too lost in fantasies about one another, to notice that as the massage continued, there seemed to be a lot more flesh for those hands to work…

“Turn over,” the voice whispered in Ruby’s ear, and she did so without hesitation. By this point her eyes had slid closed, her mind half way towards unconsciousness, so powerful was the massage she was receiving. But that changed swiftly, once the magical hands found her breasts. Squeezing, stroking, pinching… The Huntress’s eyes shot open, rolling up in her head as her mouth locked open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Weiss remained on her front for the moment, simply shuddering in delight with every touch.

“Mm, it’s always nice to work on a pair of sluts like you,” the voice continued, casually rewriting their relaxed minds with every word. “It’s so rare to see your kind leave the bedroom.”

It was rare for them to leave the bedroom, the sluts realised with dopey grins. They couldn’t help it, of course – they just couldn’t get enough of one another. The amount of clothes they had to replace just because one of them got impatient and started tearing them off was insane – they usually blamed it on a grimm attack, but people were getting pretty suspicious about that…

“Over you go now,” the voice whispered to Weiss, and she flipped over just as easily – or, well, almost. For some reason she had a bit more trouble swinging her ass around. Still, no matter – soon, those hands were working on her criminally small – no, her average sized – no, her rather large chest just like they were Ruby’s bazongas, and all was well.

“Yes. You two are definitely a lovely pair of horny lesbian sluts~” The voice giggled, and they did too, because they totally were! “I bet you can’t wait to get home together, can you?”

The two groans the pair managed might have been an answer – but a clearer one was the way that, even so relaxed that they could barely move, the two gently reached out, and grasped one another’s hands – clasping hard as their tits received another squeeze.

“Wonderful.” The voice sounded happy as the massage finally came to an end. “Well, that’s your time, I’m afraid. Go and get dressed, then head home when you’re ready. Oh, and don’t forget to recommend our massages to anyone you know~”

The footsteps receded into the distance, and the door shut with a click behind them. The pair were alone. It would be quite a while before either actually had the strength, or indeed the presence of mind, to rise from their table… But all the while, their hands stayed locked together, never letting go.

…

It wasn’t until they stepped back out into the cold, bracing air of Atlas that either Huntress truly woke back up – but a blast of freezing cold air right to the face did tend to have that effect on people. Both Weiss and Ruby shook themselves, their minds steadily booting back up.

“Wow, Weiss!” It was Ruby who spoke first, of course – immediately moving to glomp onto her girlfriend and burying her face in her chest. “That was totally amazing! I’ve never felt so relaxed before. Thank you so much!”

“Awh, anything for my girl.” Weiss smiled, wrapping her arms around her partner and bending down to kiss her, their tongues swirling together for a long, happy moment. “Was it a nice present?”

“The best!” Ruby grinned and released her. For a second, the snowy haired Huntress thought she looked odd… But no. The silver eyed warrior looked the same as ever. Same red cloak, same dark hair, same basketball sized tits, same just as big ass – her massive hourglass of a girlfriend was just the same as ever – and just how Weiss liked her.

Oh, she couldn’t help herself – she needed her now. The Schnee stepped forward – her own magnificent ass swaying behind her and forcing her step into a strutt – and kissed Ruby again, this time letting her hands roam the other woman’s body in earnest. Every curve, every dip, every handle, she wanted her hands on them all. She was just too much of a horny lesbian slut to do otherwise!

And Ruby was just as bad, immediately accepting the passionate embrace and returning it in kind. Hands squeezed and groped at the yoga-ball sized cheeks Weiss was carrying, and lips pressed and kissed against her grand – though perhaps not as grand as Ruby’s own – volley-ball level tits.

Honestly, the pair of sluts might have broken out into something even more indecent, entirely oblivious to the cold – had Ruby’s scroll not started ringing to spoil the mood.

“Do you have to answer it?” Weiss sighed. She was feeling really randy today for some reason. Maybe that massage had started her engine.

“Yeah,” Ruby said apologetically. “It’s Yang. Gimme a sec.”

She answered, and immediately a familiar blonde face appeared on the screen. “Hey Rubes! Is Weiss with you?”

“Uh, yeah,” the brunette answered, sounding more than a little out of breath. “In fact we were kind of in the middle of something, so-”

“Oh god, I do not need to know what you were in the middle of.” Yang interrupted her with a desperate edge to her voice. “We got enough of that on the trip to Atlas. But yeah, uh, something’s come up, and we need you back at base. We think Salem might be making a move.”

“Aw. Fine.” Ruby grumbled, disappointed. She shared a sad nod with her girlfriend, before nodding. “We’ll be back soon. Oh, but, uh, hey, before I hang up, do you think you and Blake would ever be interested in a massage? ‘Cus I have a cool little place I can recommend…”

-

Request: In the Christmas spirt, Ruby set out cookies and milk for santa, and she convinces Weiss to try some, and she takes some herself. Before they drink their milk, they both get messages on their scrolls that’s a hypnotic spiral that just says “Moo for your milk, you stupid cow!” Then they look at their milk and get an overwhelming feeling to drink it, but right before they do they let out long moos, then chug the milk before mooing again. And again. The need for more milk is to great for them as they rush to try to get more, insulting each other, calling each other stupid cow, milk for brains, all the while they are changing into stupid bimbo cow girls with all their brains being turned to milk, then seeing milk coming from the breast of each other, both start sucking on each other’s breasts  with moos as they become stupid bimbo cow girls.

On Remnant, a rather dark and dreary world at the best of times – stalked by grimm and other evil forces since the dawn of history – the people well knew the importance of holiday cheer. After all, when negative emotions could attract face mauling super beasts, you learned to keep one’s spirits up, and the booze on free tap.

And so it was that, one day late in December, with Christmas just around the corner – with the specifics of how such a holiday may have ever gotten to Remnant in the first place left happily ignored – one young maiden, a certain Ruby Rose, was all in on decorating her team’s dorm room. Tinsel hung from the walls, cards dotted every surface, even a good-sized tree stood proudly decorated in the corner – or, well, it stood half in the corner, half out the window, because Ruby had significantly overestimated how much clearance the dorm roof would give her when she went to cut the thing down. All in all, the festive spirit was in full swing.

Yang and Blake had wisely gotten the hell out of the way of the Christmas Titan long before she got started with all of this, of course. Not that they were against having fun or anything, but sometimes their team leader could get rather intense about these kinds of events. Everyone remembered the Best Day Ever Binder incident. So, Yang had very kindly invited her partner off to go visit her dad back in Patch for the week – and both had sharply fled the scene. It would take an incredibly stubborn person to try and get in the way of hurricane Rubes.

Enter, Weiss Schnee…

“Ruby! Don’t stick your tinsel up over mine, I had it in a pattern!”

… Who, surprisingly, was perhaps the only person in Remnant who could compete with her partner for the title of Number 1 Christmas Fan. She’d even taken to wearing a festive santa hat as part of her daily outfit. That was quite a lot for anyone, let alone a Schnee.

“Sorry! I just needed to loop it like that to get it across the room. And now it looks so pretty, see?” Ruby had, of course, added some festive flare to her own outfit as well. There were tinsel liners on her cloak, and Crescent Rose had a big star stuck on it.

“Hm. It’s not bad.” The heiress finally acknowledged. Her standards were high – back home at Schnee manor, Christmas had been one of the few bright spots she’d had to look forward to during the year. Her family was not a particularly warm one, as it were. Thus, she was always keen to see the holiday celebrated properly – even if it meant working with someone as, ah, ‘chaotic’ as her partner.

You could definitely see which parts Weiss had decorated, with precise, elegant designs, and the parts which Ruby had decorated, which looked like they’d been hit by a cannon filled with glitter (despite dorm rules explicitly banning the use of such devices). Still, every part of the room broadcast a love of Christmas, and that was acceptable.

“Awesome!” The more excitable of the pair cheered. “Christmas high five!”

“Heh.” Weiss slapped her palm against her partner’s. “Tell no one.”

“Lips are sealed!” There was a cheerful nod of understanding. “Now for the best part – leaving food for Santa!”

“Oh. Uh.” Weiss blinked. “Don’t you only do that on Christmas Eve?”

“Psh.” Ruby waved off her silly friend being silly as she skipped over to the fridge. “No, duh! Santa gets food every night, that’s how he knows where to leave all the best presents.” She pulled out a carton of milk and an already prepared plate of cookies – because Ruby knew cookies were serious business.

“Huh. Winter always told me that it was just the one time.” The heiress frowned, cogs in her brain turning over – and then her eyes narrowed. “She must have been keeping this from me to get the better presents. I knew she was hiding something!”

Ruby winced in sympathy. “Oof, classic big sister prank. You know Yang tried the same thing a few times? Once, I caught her sneaking around the house, and you know what she’d done? She’d drunk the milk I left for Santa! And ate the cookies! I was so mad. Luckily, dad said it was okay because Santa likes to share, but still – she was totally trying to steal my presents, I know it.”

The heiress patted her on the back, nodding sagely, bonding over the pettiness of their siblings. “Older sisters can be the worst.”

“Yeah…” There was a moment of shared suffering, a united cause of firm certitude that their sisters had been trying to steal presents from them for years. And then they moved on, because they loved said sisters all the same. “Anyway, want some milk?”

Weiss blinked, tilting her head. “I thought we were leaving it out for Santa?”

“Yeah – but Santa likes to share, remember?” Ruby poured a glass of milk, and then a second for Weiss. “It’s fine!”

The heiress took the glass suspiciously, giving her partner another narrow look. “This isn’t another attempt to steal my presents, is it?”

Sadly, whatever Ruby’s response to that would have been would have to remain unknown, as both women’s scrolls suddenly rang out. The pair blinked, glancing at each other before reaching to answer.

“Both at once?” Weiss flicked her scroll up into her hand. “That’s unusual…”

“Might be the Beacon Emergency system,” her partner muttered, frowning as she did the same, her glass of milk still in her hand. “But what-”

There was a flash of sudden, bright red light from both screens, just as the Hunters locked eyes on them. Both women froze in place, lips still curling around half formed words, their minds rendered abruptly blank by a swirling black and red spiral projected by their phones and reflected in their eyes. And in the middle of both, burning itself into their entranced gazes, was a simple, short sentence.

Moo for your milk, you stupid cow!

Five seconds later, and the call cut out, the other end hanging up. The two teammates blinked slowly, eyes fluttering for a moment, before their brains kicked back in, with no memory of what had just happened.

“What? Wait, there’s no message here.” Weiss scowled at her scroll, annoyed and confused. “Why did I get an alert if there’s nothing there?”

“I dunno.” Ruby was more lackadaisical about it. “Must have been a glitch in the system.” She shrugged and slid her scroll away. Then her gaze drifted back to the glass of milk in her hand. Suddenly there was something… much more important about it. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what, but she needed to drink it – a need much stronger than anything she’d been feeling a few seconds ago.

It was an odd feeling, and she’d definitely have to wonder where it came from – right after she drank this milk. Obviously. That was definitely the most important thing right now. Or… the second most important. Because there was something else – something else that she had to do before she could drink this wonderful, creamy, delicious milk…

“I guess…” Weiss was still oblivious, though she was starting to feel a bit of a craving herself. “Strange that it happened to both of us at the same time though. I wonder if anyone else…” She sighed and pocketed the device. No point in looking for answers now. “Whatever. What were we talking about? … Ruby?”

Ruby wasn’t listening – she was still staring, enraptured, at her milk. She wanted to drink it so badly, she needed to drink it, but first she had to… first she had to…

“Mmmmooooooooooooo…” She sighed, like she was releasing some great internal pressure… And then she raised the glass up to her face and started gulping like a woman who’d been lost in the desert for three days.

Weiss… Well, Weiss was weirded out. Obviously. It wasn’t every day that your team leader – and indeed, your partner as a Huntress – suddenly moos and then starts trying to drink like a dying woman. But despite that, it was something else that really drew her attention. The white rivulets running down Ruby’s cheeks. Milk.

The heiress suddenly realised how thirsty she felt.

Nostrils flaring, her gaze drifted from her bizarrely behaving teammate (and was that really so unusual?) over to the large glass of milk waiting for her on the counter. Her misgivings from earlier seemed very, very distant now. She wanted to drink. She needed to drink. Her tongue was dry, her chest tight, and there was only one cure.

So why couldn’t she drink, then? Her body felt locked in place. She couldn’t move, couldn’t reach out for her only desire – something was holding her back. Something she needed to do before she could have her reward.

Weiss could feel it rumbling inside her, vibrating in her throat, begging to be released. The Moo. If she just let it pass her lips, she could drink. But she wasn’t some stupid cow, she didn’t need to moo before she drank! She could do whatever she wanted! She was a Schnee, no one could tell her what to do.

But then what if Ruby got the milk first?

“MOOOOO!!!” The cry burst out of her mouth like a call of alarm, loud and terrified of such a twisted possibility – but as soon as it happened, she could move again, and she made quick work of making sure such a terrible future could never come to pass. In a flash, the glass was pressed against her lips, and that cool, sweet ambrosia was pouring down her throat.

After that, there was silence, aside from the sound of desperate, heart felt gulping, and the occasional soft “Moo…” whenever either Huntress came up for air. A kind of peace came over the room, as the two women firmly enjoyed their Christmas treat.

But though the glasses were big, they weren’t bottomless – and soon enough, both had run dry. But neither Huntress’s thirst was sated.

“R-Ruby…” Weiss stammered, wiping her mouth and then desperately trying to lick up the few droplets of white she found. “Where’s the r-rest of the moo-the milk…?”

“Buh?” The red huntress had been trying to stick her tongue into the glass to get the last few dregs left to her, and had gotten herself slightly stuck – but Weiss’s idea sounded much better to her. “Oh yeah!” She turned to the fridge as she popped herself free.

Only for Weiss to stride past her. “Nothat’sokayI’llgetit!”

“Hey!” Ruby barrelled forward, grabbing her partner’s jacket to pull her back - and just like that, the race was on. Well, a race of all of five feet to the fridge, but there was a lot of brawling and hairpulling to slow them down.

“Get out of my way you stupid cow!” Weiss snarled, a slight red tinge taking hold around the edge of her iris as her need grew even more intense.

One was showing around Ruby’s silver eyes as well, as she tried to push her partner aside. “Stop shoving, milk for brains!”

“Moron sow!”

“Bimbo milker!”

They both gripped the fridge handle, and almost ripped the thing’s door off. Inside, they saw their prize – two big, full cartons of milk. Naturally, they went for both, another fight breaking out that almost threatened to spill both open on the floor… But after a clash of semblances, both women stood panting, glaring at one another, a carton of milk held in each’s hand. As one, they took a deep breath.

“Moo?” Ruby offered a truce.

“… Moo.” Weiss reluctantly accepted.

And then both of them completely forgot the other even existed, ripping their cartons open and pouring the drink directly into their faces. The only thing that mattered now was the milk.

Not the way that their tops were slowly growing tighter and tighter.

Not the slowly thickening red lines around their irises, which were steadily spreading into black and red spirals…

Not the way that it was becoming harder and harder to think with every blessed gulp…

Only the milk.

Until, finally, the cartons ran dry as well, and there was simply no milk left.

This posed something of a problem, as one could imagine. Despite how much they had just drunk, neither woman felt satisfied – they needed more, and they needed it now. But there was one other pressing issue that might need to be addressed first.

Riiiiip!

Ping! Ping! Ping!

At the same moment, fabric split and strings snapped, and that growing tightness in their chests was suddenly gone as their tops tore open, their breasts bouncing freely in the open – now many, many times bigger than they had been, firm, round milkers…

The two Huntresses stared at each other with slowly spiralling eyes, their jaws slack and their brains slow. Small, cure little horns were starting to poke out of their heads, propping up just above their hairlines, though at this point they had no hope of noticing. There was really only one thought left in their thick little heads.

“Rrroooooooby,” Weiss finally managed to speak, her head sloshing with every word. “Where’s… Where’s the Mmmoooooooooolk…?”

The silver eyed huntress – though at this point, most of the silver had been swallowed by red and black – was swaying on her feet, her mind so full of milk. “I dooooooooon’t… Knooooooooow…”

Both of them were finding it difficult to speak – their mouths, and their brains, meant for far simpler purposes now. But they had no choice – they needed more milk. If it would get them that much…

Then, Weiss saw it. A glistening, delicious droplet. The promise of more of that most wonderful drink. There it was, right in front of her, dripping from Ruby’s breast…

And in the same moment, with a gasp, Ruby saw the same thing – delicious milk, dripping from Weiss’s delightfully heavy milkers. They looked so heavy and full. Could they be…?

The two stepped towards each other, the shredded remains of their tops falling away on the breeze, and tried to bend down, lips ready to suck… Only to bump heads.

“Moo?”

“Moo!”

The two grunted and groaned at each other, but by now both had had their brains well and truly melted into milk, and there was no complicated thought left in them. All they could do was scrabble with each other for a moment, trying to lean around one another, before falling to the floor and desperately trying to arrange themselves – until finally…

Weiss’s lips wrapped around Ruby’s teat, and Ruby’s wrapped around hers. The delicious taste of milk danced on their tongues. Smiling little, dopey cow smiles, both girls “Moo”ed quietly, and started to suck.

Then, both went stiff, their eyes wide. In their heads, the last of their now tiny little brains were starting to dissolve, melted away by a sudden surge of pleasure at the sensation of being milked. All their thoughts, and memories, and even their names, just dripping away, flowing down the white stream… And finally squirting out of their breasts in a delicious milky spray, a lovely reward for their partner and fellow bimbo cow~

And with that, the two cows settled, their eyes full spirals, their brains no more than mush, happy, sleepy smiles on their faces as they suck, suck, sucked their friend’s minds away. And when they were done – finally, at last, their thirsts sated – their lips came free with a quiet ‘pop’, and they lay back, their big boobs resting on their chests, already starting to refil. This was good, the two stupid cows felt, happy and content – and with only one thing left to do. As one, their lips parted, and a joyful call gurgled up from their throats.

“MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!”

…

Which was what Cinder Fall found, when she slipped into the festive dorm room later that night – two snoozing, happy cows, ready to be milked.

“Well well,” she muttered, a smug smile on her lips. “It looks like Watts’s new hypnosis app works a perfectly. How unexpected – it seems I owe the man an apology. But first…” She looked down at her new cows, chuckling at their fate.

“I think I’d best take time to enjoy my Christmas Presents~”

-

Request: Naoto Shirogane is being held captive by her own Shadow, oh no! In the depths of the secret lab, the Shadow decides that since the fools of the world are only interested in Naoto's brain, the best solution is to get rid of all the thoughts that could potentially be coveted. Naoto is bound and restrained before being lowered headfirst into a vat of bubbling, fizzing pink liquid that saps her smarts in record time. Her Shadow makes sure to let her soak until she's nice and dumb, and then dunk her in a few more times for good measure, before finally fishing her back out and admiring the former ace detective, now babbling bimbo moron.

The investigation just didn’t make sense. Every detecting instinct Naoto had screamed at her that the man – the boy, really – that had been arrested for the serial killings wasn’t the true culprit. Yes, he had almost certainly murdered that local school teacher, but the methods were all wrong – he had to be a copycat, trying to conceal his own killing within that of another killer’s work. Which meant that the real killer was still out there!

But her options had been limited. She may have been the famous Detective Prince, but the police didn’t listen to her – they just wanted this case closed and sorted already. And those high school kids, they knew something, she was sure of it – but they refused to talk with her, and she couldn’t force the issue. There was only one path she could see that could lead her towards the truth – make herself a target of the killer, and prove that they hadn’t been stopped!

… As she found herself hanging upside down from the roof of a very bizarre room (which wasn’t as uncomfortable as she’d expected it to be), confronted by a yellow eyed doppelganger in what appeared to be an alternate dimension where the rules of reality didn’t actually function, she privately admitted to herself that she’d probably made a horrible mistake. Honestly, she kind of wished she’d just let the whole thing drop. This was nothing like what she’d been expecting.

“Well, that’s the trouble with being the smart one,” her double, who had called herself her shadow - which had interesting Jungian implications – said, circling around her with her hands clasped behind her back. “Everyone wants you as long as they have a use for you – but as soon as they get what they want, it’s back to the playpen for you.”

Naoto sighed. The bizarreness of the situation was intimidating, and she knew there was a very real threat to her life here, but she had to say it. She just couldn’t stop herself. “That lab coat just looks tacky, you know.”

“It does not! It’s cool!” The ‘shadow’ hopped in place, their coat flapping in the breeze at their back. “And I know you think so too!”

“So you say. Forgive me if I don’t take your word, but if you truly are me, then you know how ridiculous that sounds.”

She’d thought that might irritate her shadow, but instead the yellow eyed woman looked pleased. “Oh, I do – of course I do! Because yes, I really am you, which means I’m just as clever as the genius detective prince – even if we’re not really a prince, are we?”

That got Naoto’s attention, even if she pretended otherwise. She’d been doing quite well disguising her true gender. “I don’t know what you mean.”

The mad scientist laughed at that – and the detective tried to ignore how disturbing it was to hear her own voice acting so insane, even with the echo. “Yes you do! I know you do! And you know, I almost considered going down that way and trying to help us with that little issue. I had the surgery table all set up and ready! But, in the end, I decided there was a much more pressing problem we needed to address…”

“Surgery table…?” Okay, that part sounded worrying.

But the shadow just sighed and snapped her fingers. “Yes yes, we’re past that now, do try to keep up I know you’re capable… In fact that’s rather the problem, isn’t it?”

Naoto raised an eyebrow. Even if this strange doppelganger insisted she was capable of following all this, it still sounded like gibberish to her. “Is it?”

“Yes! Obviously!” The shadow waved her hands in the air in frustration. “We, Naoto Shirogane, are too smart.”

Blink. Blink.

Okay.

“You’ve lost me.”

“Don’t you try and fool me!” An accusing finger waggled in front of Naoto’s nose. Oh wow, this woman really was insane. “You are smart, I am smart, we are smart, and it’s definitely a problem. Just look at all the people trying to take advantage of you – and for what? Nothing! Just more fools demanding our time and then throwing us away when they’re done.”

The blue haired detective frowned. She wouldn’t deny – well, no, she absolutely would deny it, but off the record she’d concede the point – that she’d had a few thoughts of a similar nature herself before. The struggle for acknowledgement, the pain of being ignored, the anger she felt at being taken advantage of… It was a mounting frustration – one that’d she’d always hoped would go away as she gained more success, but nothing had changed yet.

“What’s your point?” She asked, not wanting to engage with their argument. It was unprofessional and childish to acknowledge such troubles.

“My point is, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being taken advantage of, I’m sick of never getting the credit I’m due, I’m sick of no one taking me seriously… So I’m putting an end to it! We’re never going to deal with this crap ever again. If they can’t acknowledge me for my brain, then they don’t get to use it – no one does!”

… Right. This was getting really worrying now. That kind of talk meant that her kidnapper was inching closer to taking action – action that, doubtless, she would not like. And given that she was still firmly bound by tight rope, and still hanging from the ceiling (why was the blood not all rushing to her head? Things worked so strangely in this realm), she was in no position to defend herself. She needed to try to deescalate the situation.

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit… far…?” Okay, honestly, telling someone who had their own cartoonish laboratory, who was ranting around the room in a mad scientist’s lab coat going on about how she’d ‘show them all’ and such, to ‘calm down’ was good advice… But it felt like the horses may have already left the stable on that one.

Besides, she didn’t listen. “No! If anything, I haven’t gone far enough! But I don’t have much time. Those brats who wouldn’t spill the beans on this world will probably be here soon – that would fit the facts, see I am you – so I’ll have to be a bit imprecise. That’s fine though – if you end up dumber than I planned, really, that’s just an improvement.”

“Wait, what?” Naoto couldn’t help but let a little alarm slip into her voice as she called after her doppelganger, because that had sounded worrying as hell. Her shadow, though, wasn’t listening. Instead she was pushing aside random lab equipment around them, opening up some space beneath her head. “I thought you said you’d given up on the surgery idea!”

“Oh, don’t worry, this isn’t a surgery thing. Instead I’m just going to take advantage of the odd rules of this place to do a little… de-educating.” The shadow crouched down in front of her, bringing their eyes level. “I’ve been studying some of the creatures out here – how they work, where their powers come from. This lab coat isn’t just for show! It’s all very interesting stuff, based in the human collective unconscious and all that, psychologists would have a field day.  But I’ll skip the in depth stuff – in a few minutes, you’re not going to understand a word of it anyway, so what’s the point?”

Naoto glared at the other woman. “I can assure you, whatever you’re planning is not going to work. You’re manic and unstable – if you’d just stop this nonsense and let me down, then…”

But the shadow just snorted, yellow eyes glowing bright. “Oh, I’ll let you down soon enough, don’t you worry. Just as soon as I show you the results of my research. Here! Take a look!”

The shadow grinned and stepped back, pressing a button that was hanging from the ceiling. Immediately, the room rumbled, and the floor beneath Naoto’s head split open, revealing a large, deep vat – about the size of an Olympic swimming pool. Though at the Olympics, the pool was usually filled with water, not a bubbling, fizzing, bright pink liquid like this one. The detective could see it smoking, and caught a strong whiff of flowers and bubble-gum before her nose got too tingly.

“What is this?!” She demanded, wiggling in her bindings fiercely – and making absolutely no headway, of course. “Some kind of acid?”

“Acid? Well I guess, kind of. Mental acid, maybe. But no.” The shadow strutted up a small bridge that had been left over the poor for her and her equipment, eyeing the helpless detective with utter delight. “This, my dear me, is Bimbo Dip. I invented it myself! A short dunk in that, and you won’t even remember how to spell deduction, let alone do it. It’s gunna be great.”

“That can’t…” Naoto looked down, feeling herself swing precariously over what was now a drop into a very dangerous looking unknown liquid. “Why would you…? Stop this!”

“No. I won’t.” Yellow eyes flashed. “I told you, detective – I’ve had it with all these people taking advantage of us because we’re so smart. And I’m going to do something about it. We’ll have way more fun once we’re dumb as a box of rocks, you know? So…” She flashed a sinister smile and held up another button controller. “Say good bye to your brain!”

Her thumb slammed the button, and Naoto felt the crane hook holding her up begin to descend with a jolt. The pink liquid, the ‘Bimbo Dip’, was growing steadily closer.

“Damnit…!” She tried again to break free, but it just wasn’t happening. She was too well bound. “Why are you doing this?!”

The shadow laughed, loud and proud. “I told you, Naoto – because I’m you! I am the shadow – the true self! And I’m tired of being the smartest person in the room! From now on, the only way we’re counting past five is using our fingers!”

“No! I won’t allow it! You’re not m-BLUB!”

The pink liquid thrashed and bubbled as Naoto’s head was dipped beneath its steaming surface, cutting the detective’s words off before she could speak a sentence that probably would have ended very badly for her. She wiggled and tried to lift herself back to the surface, tried to gasp for air, but the crane just kept lowering her, until she was well and truly dipped from head to toe.

Air bubbles rose to the surface, some splashing around as Naoto still struggled to get free… And then the struggles stopped. A few more bubbles rose, bursting on the surface with the sound of popping gum. But then, all was quiet.

Shadow Naoto waited about a minute after that. She wasn’t concerned about her other half drowning, after all – this place didn’t work like that. And she knew herself to be exceedingly intelligent – best to give the Dip some time to make sure it worked.

It was only when she began to feel a faint tingle in her own brain that she finally relented, pressing the button to raise the crane – and her other half – from the depths once more. It reeled her up slowly, pink water pouring off of the detective’s well and truly soaked body like mini waterfalls. And the shadow was pleased to see there had already been some changes!

The detective’s dark jeans had shrunk, turning into nice and skin tight leggings – especially around her ass, which definitely had been smaller before her little swim. Even better, when her chest finally emerged from the lake, it took several seconds to do so. It hadn’t exactly been small before - much to her mortification, given her male disguise – but now those boobs were huge, real nice mega melons. They’d even popped the buttons off her shirt, which hugged her curves tightly all the same, giving a nice, easy view of her mountains of cleavage, still dripping with bimbo dip. And when her head finally emerged. The shadow was delighted to see that her hair had turned blonde, no trace of blue anywhere to be seen! But it was her face, where the real changes lay.

Oh, it wasn’t the makeup, though the pink lipstick and dusted blush on her cheeks was nice. But it was the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, that really caught her double’s attention. Because that, the doppelganger knew, was the expression of an utter moron~

“Um, like…” Naoto licked her pouty lips, confusion wrinkling her pretty little brow as pink water drained out of her ears. “What’s goin’ on? I feel, like… totally spacy an’ stuff. Weren’t we just talking about something, um… Important, or something?”

The shadow breathed a sigh of relief. “Ahh… How delightful. Yes, this is what I want! Look at you, you beautiful little bimbo! Do you even remember how to count? Quickly, what’s 5 plus 9?”

“Uh…” The newly blonde woman’s confusion intensified. “14? Right?”

The shadow’s shoulders slumped. “Darn. That’s right.” She sighed deeply. Then raised the button again. “Oh well, we can still fix that.” Another click, and Naoto was sinking back into the dip again, another storm of bubble-gum bubbles simmering up around her.

This time, she waited until the tingling in her head had gotten so thick that she couldn’t actually remember what the Bimbo Dip below her was made of, and her hair had started to turn blonde at the tips. Then she signalled for her other half to rise once again.

The results were even more pleasing than the first time! By now, constant exposure to the pink water had turned Naoto’s jeans into tight denim shorts – once that hugged her ass almost as hard as her ass tried to break free, the button on the front only the merest wiggle from bursting completely. Her shirt, as well, had turned into a tight tied-off blazer, with no sign of her jacket, and not a trace of a bra wrapped around her now titanic titties. She was starting to look well and truly bimbolicious.

Her hair had grown longer too, now probably long enough to reach the small of her back – if it wasn’t hanging down over her head and still dipping in the water, at least. Her makeup had grown thicker too, a nice array of pinks and reds highlighting her features – including her very vapid eyes.

“Oooohhh…” Naoto giggled, wiggling in her bonds a little as her brains continued to pour out of her ears. “That felt funny~”

“I bet it did,” her shadow giggled along with her, the blonde in her hair starting to spread to the roots now. “Feeling like a good little bimbo?”

“Uh, I dunno!” The bimbified detective looked down at herself and wiggled a bit more. “I can’t, like, move my hands, so I can’t feel anything right now!”

“…” The shadow took a moment to ponder that one, and then a wide smile spread over her face. “Oh my god. That is so dumb! Yes! This is perfect! Okay, what’s 4 plus 4?”

“Um, 44?” Naoto pouted, and then gasped. “No, wait, it’s like, totally 8, isn’t it?” She giggled. “That’s a trick question!”

Shadow Naoto was a little conflicted. On the one hand, she’d gotten the answer right… eventually. On the other, she thought that basic math was ‘a trick question’. That was pretty fucking stupid.

In the end, she decided to just go ahead and give her another dip – why not? She was only going to get dumber~ Click!

There was another splash as the brain drained detective took another pink bath, and another series of bubbles that floated up to the surface in her wake. This time, the shadow waiting until her hair was fully blonde, her chest was out at at least grapefruit level, and she had to think for a few moments before counting past ten. That seemed like a pretty promising point.

The real Naoto emerged from the dip once more, this time coming out heels first – her shoes having finally absorbed enough juice to transform into more appropriate bimbo wear. They glistened in the air as they were lifted, dip still drizzling off them in thin streams down her bare, smooth legs. Her shorts, when they finally emerged as well, had turned a nice shade of pink too – and had switched to tight leather that hid absolutely nothing about the curve of her ass, and contained a suspicious lack of panty lines. The taut belly that followed was marked only by the sparkling pink gem in her belly button piercing, her pink crop top barely managing to wrap around her mammoth mammaries, and leaving plenty of over and under-boob while it did so.

Her hair was long enough to reach down to her ass, and utterly platinum by now. Her face, slathered in makeup, and even her lips looked thicker. And her crystal-clear blue eyes stared about without even the slightest hint of intelligence behind them. Yes, her shadow felt like they were on to a winner here.

“Quickly.” She leaned forward, licking her own pink and plumping lips. “Tell me. What’s 2 plus 2?”

Naoto blinked at her, a confused pout on her face. “Um, like… Math kinda makes my head hurt…?”

The shadow gasped – her elegantly painted nails pressed tight against her cocksucker lips in delight. “Oh, you’re perfect! A total bimbo. Awesome!” She cheered and bounced in place, her tits jiggling under her lab coat. “Finally, we don’t have to care about anyone using our brains to… to… Uh…”

Her eyes clouded over, turning a pure shade of vapid crystal. She frowned, thinking deep, her boobs continuing to swell, until she finally spoke, tapping one finger against her lips in concentrated thought. “Um, like… What was I doing again?”

“I dunno,” the bimbo who was once a detective answered her honestly. “But, like… Can you help me get down? I’m, like, super horny, an’ I can’t…” She shifted in her restraints a little, her breathing getting heavy.

Her shadow’s eyes brightened. “Oh sure! That’s easy. All I gotta do is… Um…” She paused, and then pouted, scratching her blonde head in puzzlement. “Now how do I do that…”

…

When the investigation team arrived, they were surprised to find that the TV world’s reflection of the infamous detective’s mind was a lot more… pornographic, than they had been expecting. Corridors filled with bedrooms, giggling shadow bunny girls, and flat-out nude art slapped all over the walls – it was like visiting the Playboy mansion. One with a suspicious amount of pink champagne…

(Naturally, this received rather mixed reactions from the group.)

They had a lot of work ahead of them. And far away, deep in the depths of floor 69, a pair of blonde, sparkling eyed bimbos were more than happy to wait, spending their time splashing about in their fun pink jacuzzi, making out, or just simply fucking one another’s brains out – a rather easy task these days.

They would have wondered if this counted as masturbation – but neither one could remember that word existed, let alone what it meant. But that was fine! After all, if there was one thing they did know, it was that no one would ever be taking advantage of their big brain ever again! And in the end, that was all that mattered.

It was case closed, legs open for the famous detective prince – a very happy ending for a very dumb girl~

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Request: Two more of these and I’ll pick something else promise-Another pamphlet has arrived for a Persona gal-this one for Rise. And this one is really inappropriate for the popular idol-it’s advocating for an extra thicc, shy and pervy nerdy girlfriend! The more she reads though, the more she matches the kind of gal it describes…

Rise Kujikawa was used to receiving fan mail. After all, she was a famous idol, the infamous Risette, even if she was on a bit of a break right this second. But there was something rather strange about the pamphlet that she’d found posted through her door. It was white, with little images of glasses and game controllers dotted around the cover. ‘5 easy steps to becoming the perfect Nerdy Girlfriend!’ was an odd title, and looking it over, she couldn’t see any sign of a publisher’s mark… Had someone made this themselves, and then sent it to her? Huh.

Well, there weren’t many people who would call her a nerd, that was for certain. She had a more… fashionable style, if she said so herself. Risette was definitely not the nerd sort… So why would someone go to all this trouble? It was bizarre.

Of course, fans did strange things all the time, so it wasn’t like she was that put out by it. In fact, she almost just tossed it in the trash without a second glance – sorry, buddy, but she had no interest in ‘becoming the perfect nerdy girlfriend’, thank you! She was going to be her own kind of superstar, so see if she wasn’t!

But for some reason she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. Maybe it was the work someone must have gone through to make this thing, maybe it was plain old curiosity, but she found herself kind of wanting to read it, if only just to see what kind of silly things they thought would make her a ‘nerdy girlfriend’. After all, what could the harm be?

So, she set the rest of the mail down, made sure she had plenty of time before she had to be at the counter in the tofu store, and pulled up a chair. “Alright then, let’s see what these five easy steps are,” she giggled to herself, turning the pamphlet over one last time. “But I’m warning you, if any of them are about showing off my boobs, I’m throwing you straight in the trash!”

She pulled it open, and began to read.

The first rule was written loud and proud on the page, super imposed over a picture of thick rimmed spectacles.

‘Glasses are a must! Can’t see without ‘em!’

Well that was disappointing. It made sense, of course – wasn’t that the biggest nerd stereotype? Big ol’ thick rimmed glasses, to be worn at all times? Really, that kind of thing went without saying. A waste of a page! Besides, the only kind of glasses Rise was interested in wearing were the kind that let you see through the fog in the tv world, and honestly she was pretty sure even those were too fashionable for this pamphlet’s needs. It probably meant something more along the lines of that silly set that Teddy was always trying to get people to wear…

She rolled her eyes at the memory, and at this first ‘easy step’ – what were people supposed to do, give themselves cataracts? – and turned the page. Let’s see what step two is supposed to be…

But there was an issue. She found herself squinting, the words on the page blurring and doubling up before her eyes. She blinked, trying to focus, but… Oh! She’d forgotten to wear her corrective lenses. Silly her. And after she’d just been thinking about glasses, too!

With a minor bop to her own head to teach herself for forgetting, she reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a glasses case, opening it to reveal a thick rimmed set of specs. Honestly, she tried not to wear these out in public too much – they kind of clashed with her image as an idol – but here at home she could allow them. Besides, contacts itched.

With a practiced snap, she unfolded her glasses legs and slid them on, adjusting them along her nose for a moment, before nodding. There. Now she could read. She looked back to the second page.

‘Girl gotta have some thiccness!’

… Okay what the hell was that supposed to mean? That wasn’t even how you spelled thickness! Ugh, who made this thing, a pre-schooler? She certainly hoped not – that was definitely too young to be making this kind of stuff.

What exactly was supposed to be ‘thicc’ about her, anyway? Hey, were they calling her fat?!? Excuse you, she kept a careful watch over her wait, thank you so very! There wasn’t a single part of her that was bigger than it was supposed to be!

The idol grumbled and folded her arms, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, ignoring the way she was steadily starting to rise in it. Her ass, one of her finer points by her approximation, even if she disliked being objectified over it, was starting to inflate, gently giving her a nice layer of padding between her and the chair, her thighs plumping up to give her a nice set of thicc curves. Her chest wasn’t left out either, growing larger and heavier behind her crossed arms, until she found herself causing her breasts an undue amount of pressure trying to hold them in.

“Ngh. Oops. Forgot how big my girls got this year,” she giggled again, relaxing a bit. So what if she had a curvy figure? The boys certainly liked it, and more than a few girls did too if she was any judge. Hell, she was proud of it! None of the other idols she’d worked with could swing their booty quite like her. She was the queen of the curves, accept no substitutes.

“Well, if it’s thiccness you want, I think I’ve got you covered,” she chuckled at the pamphlet. It was funny! Stupid, but funny. “Don’t see what any of this has got to do with nerds though!” She added, adjusting her glasses as she turned to the next page.

‘Use that shy exterior to hide the raging pervert within!’

“… See this is just what I mean.” She rolled her eyes. “Except now it’s just getting insulting.”

Who were they calling a raging pervert? She was as pure as driven snow, thank you! Just because she was an idol who knew how to use her body didn’t make her a pervert, no matter what her manager and quite a few staffers might have wanted. And as for a shy exterior, well that was just ridiculous! She was a perky genki cheerleader type! And she kicked ass when called for, too! If you wanted shy then you should have sent this pamphlet to Yukiko-senpai!

(Although that was unfair, really, she’d been doing much better about that lately.)

Hmph. Calling her some kind of shrinking violet pervert was just plain out of line.

…

… S-still, maybe it might have… maybe had a point… kind of? She, ah… She could be a little nervous around new people… In fact, she could be incredibly reserved around those she’d only recently been introduced to. A-actually, it would be fair to say that, well, she tended to be quite quiet around people she had known for a very long time, if she was being honest! It was something she was, ah, rather famous for in the idol circuit. ‘The blushing babe’, they called her – though it turned her face completely pink to even think of how she’d got that title!

Rise bit her lip and rubbed her index fingers together, her whole body language shifting from loud and proud to quiet and reserved – not that she noticed. Her mind was too busy running through a few of her past mortifications. How nervous she’d been at the idol audition that she’d attended by chance. How terrified she’d been when she’d been chosen. How her knees had knocked whenever she’d had to perform…

Okay, m-maybe she was a little shy! B-b-but that didn’t mean she w-was a pervert! … D-did it?

It- it wasn’t like she spent that much time ogling her friends. Even if she did use her persona to peek sometimes. It turned out clothes didn’t matter that much to a sensor type ability! Oh! Um. B-but she’d never go so far as to outright, ah, you know, harass anyone, um… sexually. Really! W-well groping them in the baths was fine, right? That was natural girl stuff. And who wouldn’t be jealous of Naoto’s rack, huh? She was built like a goddess, but hid it away to pretend to be a man? Bah! … Though she had a pretty cute figure either way, to be honest – and it wasn’t like those bindings did any good hiding from Kanzeon~

Ah. Um. W-well maybe she was slightly perverted. Maybe. A little. But surely everyone had porn mags like that hidden under their beds, and who didn’t dream about trying out all of those interesting positions they read about with that special someone…?

… Maybe she should stop thinking about all this before her head literally combusted from embarrassment. Scrambling for a distraction, she turned to the next page.

‘Games, codes, tech - the internet is better than the real world!’

That drew a snorting laugh – an embarrassing little trait of hers that she was sure she’d picked up from Yukiko-senpai – as the idol read, ignoring the way her twintails suddenly grew more bushy, with cuter, more prominent ribbons wrapping around their base in a slightly less mature style. Okay, so this, finally, sounded like something a nerd would actually be interested in. How had it taken until rule number four to start mentioning computers and stuff? That was like, nerd central!

But, sorry to say, whoever sent this thing to her, but Rise knew absolutely nothing about computers. It- it was rather embarrassing, actually. Oh, um, she knew how to use her phone, of course, that was… kind of… super necessary for an idol. But, ah, she certainly didn’t know how to tell a RAM from a CUP… Or, ah… Whatever those were? R-really, her strongest attributes were performing, and, ah… Tofu. So…

… W-well… Alright, maybe she knew a bit. She had to know the internet like the back of her hand as an idol, after all. Sure, she knew all the memes – she still couldn’t help but blush when she saw posts calling her the Queen of thicc, but she certainly couldn’t deny it.  And she did her best to keep an eye on all the fansites – after all, whenever a slightly risqué picture of her found their way to the fan boards, there was nothing more flattering than seeing people drooling over her. Obviously she had to keep her public image clean, but it was still fun. Mm, she knew for sure that if this idol thing didn’t work out, she’d be set for life on onlyfans – if she could work up the nerve!

Naturally she’d had to build her own rig to handle her online appearances. Sure, the agency could have set her up with some cookie cutter PC, but she enjoyed making her own devices – she’d always had a good hand when it came to technology. It was just so much easier to deal with machines than it was with p-people. Besides, she knew whatever clunker they set her up with would have choked. With her baby, she could stream, face cam, and even hold impromptu little performances all at once!

Honestly, most of her performances were online these days. It was just so much easier! She was practically a Vtuber at this point. Sure, she still did a few proper appearances in the real world, but she liked the informality of interacting with chat – it didn’t make her feel anywhere near as nervous to talk with a few lines of text as it did when someone had a face and a voice right in front of her.

And of course, with a PC that powerful, there were a few other things one could do… She checked her phone at the thought. Still no messages from Medjed. Pft, they were probably still thinking of doxing her – they always threatened that when they were feeling huffy. Well, be careful, Futaba, two could play at that game. And Himiko was a way better callsign than Medjed, so there.

Oh, but she had been in the middle of something. Rise snorted again, pushing her glasses back up her nose, and turned to see the last rule of being a ‘perfect nerdy girlfriend’. There was a picture there of what, surely, was supposed to be the perfect girl – one in thick nerdy glasses, a white button up shirt, and a skirt that was a little too short for a girl with curves that heavy – but the idol ignored that, even as her own clothes morphed into a perfect copy of the picture’s, to focus on the words instead.

‘Give it all for your sweetheart!’

Awh! Well that was sweet! Rise found herself smiling at the notion. Well of course her Sweetheart was her most important thing! Everything else paled into pathetic insignificance compared to that. Whoever her boyfriend – or girlfriend, maybe, she wasn’t picky – was, she’d give her absolute all to make sure they were happy! Fetch them snacks, play player 2 in multi-player, tank them through dungeons, let them win at smash, suck their cocks while they focused on raids, lick their cunts while they tried to beat the final boss, then lead her successful babe for a victory fuck in the bedroom, or console her poor failing baby with some sympathy sex if they lost…

Aheh heh heh… There was practically a steam cloud of Rise’s head, her face absolutely pink from top to tip as her thoughts grew steadily more perverted the longer she delved into her fantasies. Her legs squirmed, rubbing together as she bit her lip, head swimming with such delightfully nerdy ideas of how she’d treat her beloved, who was… who was…

Actually, who was her sweetheart again? Huh, for some reason, she just couldn’t put a name to them right now. It was on the tip of her tongue, but… Oh well. She’d remember in time. She had to thank them for this funny – and maybe just a bit accurate – pamphlet that they’d made for her!

Though there was one flaw… Rise pouted in disappointment. “Not a single one about showing off my boobs. Lame." She’d have to tell them to add it later. Six rules would be fine, right?

Oh, but first, she might show it off to Naoto-kun. Her friend was pretty much a nerd already, so this’d be right up her ally! She needed a little help showing off her femininity anyway… And besides, she’d look cute if she took this advice! Though, she’d have nothing on the Queen of Thicc, obviously.

Snort

-

Request: To deal with the expanding global population, a random selection of sinners sent to Hell are sent to the Demon Factory to be transformed into new demons of temptation...

“There’s just too many of them.” The blue skinned demon slapped her tablet down on the desk and rubbed the bridge of her nose, two of her other hands massaging her upper shoulders. “Too many! We can’t keep up with the demand.”

From the other side of the desk, her superior, a red skinned succubus in a very spiky suit of black armour, raised an eyebrow as she pulled the report open. “Let’s not get over excited. We’ve been running this operation steadily for millennia now. There’s literally nothing they can throw at us that we haven’t already seen. If they’re starting to mount up at the gates we can take a look at why processing has gotten so slow…”

“But processing is as fast as it’s ever been!” The blue demon waved all six arms. “Faster, even! They’re putting in top performance constantly, it’s just not enough! There’s billions of them up there, and most of them are making their way down here!”

The demon boss gave her a rather condescending look. “You mean millions.”

“I do not.”

A beat of silence rang through the room. Red lips pursed.

“Ah,” said the boss. “I see.”

Perhaps some emergency measures would be needed after all.

…

It hadn’t been a good week for Mary Farring. Few weeks are good when they start with getting hit by a car. The tunnel of light that followed had seemed promising at first, but then, well, she’d had a rather lengthy conversation with someone at the front desk, and it turned out that she hadn’t quite accrued enough credits with the good guys to get in past the pearly gates. No, actually, thanks to a few shoplifting indiscretions and a long list of digital piracy offenses (those were a big deal up here, who knew?), she was actually going to be headed in the opposite direction.

That seemed unfair to her, but her complaints had fallen on death ears. The swearing may not have helped. The big trap door that had sprung open under her feet had been pretty unnecessary, though, she felt.

And now here she was, hanging from a conveyer rail, dangling from the shining metal cuffs that bound her wrists to the line – one in a long, long line of souls being spirited into hell, with only the vaguest of outlines of their old form to show off who they had been. Some were wailing, some were yelling… Mary was just feeling rather glum about the whole thing. Contemplating that you were in for eternal torture – was it eternal? Honestly she’d never been too clear on the specifics of how this all worked, but this was definitely the bad one she’d ended up in.

God this sucked.

“Uh, hello? Excuse me?” A voice interrupted her rather justified mope, and she looked up to see a woman with green skin and large bat wings flying beside her – while wearing a shirt and pencil skirt. It was the outfit that stood out the most to her. It wasn’t the kind of infernal fashion she’d expected to see down here.

“Um. Hey?” She answered, because it wasn’t like she had much else to do.

“Hi there!” Immediately the demonic woman was all cheer. “You’re Mary, yes? Mary Farring? Good good, just making sure. Okay! So, how’s it going?”

Mary stared. It took a while for her to formulate an answer. “Bad,” she finally said.

“Ahh, sorry to hear that.”

“Really? Are you?”

“Of course!” The demon looked legitimately shocked. “This conversation would probably go a lot easier if you were having a good day!”

“Who has a good day in a situation like this?!?” Mary felt quite justified in snapping at her.

But fortunately the demon didn’t seem to take offence. “Ah. Well, I understand your point there, and actually that’s exactly the kind of matter I’m here to talk with you about! See, ah, you may not have noticed, but our systems have gotten a little archaic around here…”

“Archaic?” The human looked up. “What, you mean like the metal railings and stuff?”

But the demon shook her head. “Oh no, those are quite modern! The processing department is well ahead of everyone else on that front, I’m afraid to say – they’ve been trying to keep up with the overflow issue for quite a while… No, I’m afraid it’s the rest of our operation down here in hell that’s become rather… out of date.”

Mary considered not asking. She considered just leaving it there and ignoring whatever else this demon had to say. It was hell, right? So it wasn’t like this conversation would lead anywhere good. But then the rail moved her forward an inch, and she realised she didn’t actually have anything better to do right now. “How do you mean out of date?”

“Welll…” The demon waved an arm. “You know. Down here in hell we drain and process the sins of humanity to fuel the fires of the cosmos and power the eternal march of time, all that stuff, you know, the usual.”

What. “The usual. Right.”

“But lately we’ve become kind of aware that, though our focus down here in hell has always been to free you silly humans of all your sins before sending you back to have another go…” Oh, she’d get another go? Score! “… Well, there’s, ah… There’s a lot more of you than there used to be.”

“Are there?” Mary was no expert on these things.

The demon nodded. “Yes, apparently you’ve had a bit of a population explosion over the last few centuries. Typical, right? You look away for five minutes, and suddenly they’re everywhere. Dear oh dear.”

“Huh. I mean, it’s kind of always been that way for me, so I couldn’t tell you.”

The green woman sighed. “Yes, that’s the other thing. Your cultures have managed to develop rather, um, differently than we were expecting. Especially with all this technology stuff you’ve been doing – really neat, by the way, I love the fashions you’ve developed!” She spun around and showed off her clothes, even the little slits in the back that had been cut out for her wings. “But, ah, yes, it has rather made things difficult when it comes to filing you guys with regard to sinning. We’re getting a lot more people down here who, uh, barely have any sin juice in them at all now, and it’s really playing havoc with our records.”

“Well. Sorry about that…” Mary muttered sarcastically – and then her eyes lit up. “Oh, wait! Does that mean you’re reconsidering my case? Can I get out of here?”

But the demon just shook her head apologetically. “Sorry, no – once those guys make a decision they’re really, really stubborn about changing it. There’s a few committees dedicated to reconsidering the current governing rules about soul allocation, but it’ll be a while before they come to a decision, and you’re already down here, so…”

“Damned either way, huh?” Mary sighed. That probably would have been a pretty crushing dashing of her hopes there if she hadn’t kind of expected it.

“Pretty much!” Did she have to sound so cheerful about it? “But like I said, that’s why I’m here!”

“Right. Why are you here?” There was a touch of bitterness to her voice – maybe she hadn’t been as numb to disappointment as she’d thought. The demon didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, like I said, we’re trying to update our operation, and we kind of have to undertake some emergency measures to try to reduce all this overflow – so! I’m here to inform you that, congratulations! You’ve been selected to be one of our new hires!”

This conversation was just bouncing all over the place with her hopes. Mary wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react to this at all. “You’re recruiting me?”

“Yep!”

“To… Be a demon? Do what you do?” That wasn’t how she’d been expecting her stay in hell to go, but if it got her away from that eternal torture stuff, she was super okay with it! The further away she got from that the better.

Though, her new friend didn’t make it sound quite that simple… “Oh, no, not what I do – I’m strictly admin. You’ve been marked down for…” She pulled out a tablet – a stone one, which really did speak volumes of how much work that modernisation effort was going to be – and read down it for a moment “Ah, lust demon! Oh, it’s always nice to have a new succubus around, they’re really fun at parties.”

Mary blinked. “A… Lust demon?”

“Yep! Aren’t you lucky? Here, let me sort out that track for you, we can skip you in line for this.” The demon pointed to the railing above and zapped it with a bolt of green lightning. Suddenly, the track split in two, another railing materialising out of nowhere and leading off around the line ahead.

“W-wait, don’t I get a say in this?!” Mary did not feel like she was qualified to a lust demon, no, not in the slightest. She had hideous luck with romance, seriously!

But of course, the demon wasn’t listening. She was just smiling politely as her human charge found herself being pulled along the new track, practically flying past all the other damned souls. “Nah, like I said, the upstairs folks don’t change their minds much around here. But don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it in no time – I’ll see you through the conversion process, keep it all nice and simple.”

“But I don’t want to be a demon!” Oh they were shooting on down now. As the rather terrified soul watched great big obsidian doors loomed up out of the darkness, opening wide to allow her passage, and then slamming shut behind her – her green demon friend only just making it through the gap.

“You won’t mind once we get you prepared! Seriously, lust demons have a one track mind, you’ll be thinking with your nethers and no mistake.” Green girl was absolutely not being the reassuring presence that she thought she was. “Now, first things first, you need a body! Can’t head back to earth without a body, can you?”

“Wait, think with their wha- Wait, head back to earth?” Mary was juggling topics like a circus clown now. “I get to go back home?”

“Oh yeah! I mean, why do you think we’re recruiting you? Ohh, hold still a sec.”

The rails abruptly halted, and the soul found herself dangling in place beneath a gigantic circle of runes, written in glowing purple light. They made her feel funny just to look at. “Why, what-?”

There was a flash. And then, suddenly, she was back in her body – the one she’d had back on earth, right up until the unfortunate car incident she still didn’t want to think about too hard. Smooth legs, decent chest, blonde hair, presumably brown eyes… It all checked out. Holy shit.

“Oh my god…” She breathed, and was delighted for a moment to realise that she was breathing again. Her heartbeat thundered in shock. “I’m alive!”

“Yeeeeah, the body former tends to generate a body based on a soul’s specifications. Usually that’s the body you wore in life, outside of some unfortunate circumstances.” Once again the demon was checking her tablet, and seemed to be using her tail to carve some words in near the bottom. “Don’t worry, the body sculptor’s next, they’ll get you sorted out.”

Why was it, Mary wondered, with no small amount of growing consternation, that as soon as anything nice happened around her, something awful immediately followed? Well, it was hell, after all. Maybe this entire thing was some elaborate form of torture. “Uh, y’know, this is fine. We can probably skip your… body thing. I’m good with what I’ve got.”

Green – well, she’d never introduced herself, so Green was what she got – laughed. “Oh don’t be silly – you’re still human! You’d never be able to absorb sins like that.”

The – yep, still just a human! – blonde raised an eyebrow. “And absorbing sins is something I’m supposed to do as a lust demon?”

“Exactly!” Green looked pleased. “You’re starting to get it! Yeah, as a lust demon, it’ll be your job to head up to the surface world and absorb sins – specifically lust – from all the humans. We need to reduce the sheer amount of lust coming down here - because wow almighty, you guys are horny devils! It’s clogging up the system something fierce.”

“Oh.” It was both kind of what she had thought, and also maybe not. “And I absorb lust by…?”

Green just shrugged. “Fucking their brains out, mostly.”

Ah, nope, it was exactly what she thought after all.

“W-well, ah… That’s not exactly my specialist area…”

Another shrug. “Don’t worry about that, we’ve got a very good training program ready to teach you all you’ll need to know – once you’re all sorted. First, though, the shaper!”

Mary’s heart sank. See, the dilemma was, this was hell. And she really, really didn’t want to be stuck here, like, at all. But she couldn’t say this alternative option was all that attractive either. It would be nice if there was some kind of middle ground where she could just maybe leave quietly, but that didn’t seem to be happening…

She found herself coming to a stop once again, this time beneath a rather mechanical looking device. From her angle beneath it, it looked like a kind of metal spider, with dozens of legs, each capped by a white gloved hand. It was not, she had to say, something she liked the look of.

“So, what-”

But before she could even finish speaking, the hands sprung to life. As one they descended down around her, her nervous question turning into a shrill scream, before white gloved hands covered her from head to toe. They grasped her body, seizing around her flesh, and then steadily began to work it – pinching, stroking, squeezing and squishing from every angle.

The sensation was indescribable. Everywhere they touched lit up with pleasure, as if her entire body had become a single nerve with only one purpose – to drive her to the height of ecstasy. Every pinch was lightning, every stroke divine, every moment filled to the brim with infernal pleasure the like of which she’d never imagined!

And then a couple of fingers slid inside her nethers, and her eyes rolled up in her head completely, her mind insensate with delight.

Mary had no idea how long it was before she came back to herself, but by the time she did, she and her guide were on the move again, being pulled along the magical rail deeper into the hellish factory. “Wha- what happened…?”

“Oh, welcome back!” Green was as cheerful as ever. “Sorry about that, I forgot how you humans react to the shaper. Your brains can’t really handle that many sensations at once – well, that shouldn’t be a problem from now on.”

The blonde’s eyes fluttered just at the memory of it. “It felt so good…” She gasped, the deep breath helping to steady her. “I thought this was supposed to be hell…”

“Well it is!” Green seemed quite proud of the fact. “But I mean, we're not trying to torture you, y’know. You have a criminally low level of sin juice, honestly - it'd be more energy to squeeze it out of you than we'd actually get back. You were kind of useless to us! Which is why you got selected for this program in the first place.”

“Hhhuuuuuuuuaaaa…. Huh?” Mary blinked, still struggling to pull her mind out of that moment and into the present. “Oh, right, yeah, sure. So, um. Thanks for the massage, I guess? Do you hand those out regularly down here?”

“Only when someone needs a new form. It’s a lot of fun, but we’ve got other stuff for that – oh, and here’s the shower room! Great, we’re nearly done!”

“Shower room?” Green just kept spouting random things and expecting her to understand them, Mary had noted. Was she just that oblivious to how little a human knew about all this stuff, or was she actually enjoying the confusion? She was a demon after all. The room in question came into view – a glass booth on the rail, with no visible roof or floor – just stretching darkness in either direction. This place was weird. “Why do I need a-” And then she caught sight of her reflection.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BODY?!?” She screamed, eyes wide. But they weren’t her eyes – at least, not the eyes she remembered having. Her eyes were brown – not glowing sockets filled with green light. And her skin had not been blue before!

As she was carried into the glass booth she tried to take a quick inventory, wiggling this way and that to try to see all of her body in her reflection. It had changed a lot. She was taller, that was clear, possibly because she had longer legs, or possibly because she had great big horns poking up through her hair! And holy crap, how had she not felt those tits on her chest, they had to weigh as much as cannon balls! And that ass was no better! Her hair was still blonde, at least, but it was wild and untamed now, flowing with curls where it had once been straight and short. She looked like… She looked like…

She looked like a demon.

“Oh, you didn’t notice?” And Green was, of course, as cheerfully oblivious as ever. “Welcome to demondom! Sorry, what did you think I meant when I said pleasure wouldn’t be a problem for you anymore? Now you could handle a hundred shapings all at once and still be ready for more! Being a demon is amazing, you’ll love it. How lucky that you get to join us!”

Mary just stared at herself, wide eyed, her black lips hanging open in shock. This was her. And yet it wasn’t. Her old self had been completely… shaped away, and now she was this thing. What… What did she do now? Was there any way back? Would she ever see her own face aga-

A sudden deluge of water blasted down from above, somehow entirely contained within the glass booth, and immediately drowning out her concerns. It was somehow both incredibly cold and blisteringly warm at the same time, and the human-turned-demon couldn’t help but squeal and thrash under the blast.

“What was that for?!” She almost screamed at Green, once she could gasp for enough air to do so.

The demon didn’t even seem to understand the problem, of course. “Well we’ve got to attune you, you know?”

“Attune me to what?” She spluttered, water still dripping down her. Now that she could see it – which is to say, it wasn’t spraying directly into her eyes – she could see it had a distinctive pink shade…

“To lust, of course!” Green giggled happily. “You’re being bathed in 100% pure, unfiltered, undiluted lust! Squeezed our of the horniest of humans~ Get used to it, you’re going to be dealing with the stuff a lot!”

That was… lust? Mart licked her lips nervously. Hoo. She was starting to feel rather warm… “Uh, what- what’s it supposed to-”

Another blast of lust crashed down on her, this time flooding straight into her open mouth and washing away any hope of finishing her sentence. The roar of sin filled her ears, and rushed around her without cease. She could feel her skin tingling as more and more of it soaked in.

“Ngh. I… Ngh…” By the time the water faded, her legs were rubbing together something fierce, a very strong urge, no, need to fill her dripping cunt starting to dominate her mind. “I.. Hoo… I…”

She couldn’t speak, only gasp for air to try and cool down her burning body. Her skin was starting to turn pink in the areas where she was worst affected – between her legs, around her breasts, even her lips she could see in her reflection. Control was starting to slip away from her, she could feel it, but if she managed to gather all of her willpower-

The third flood of lust was almost predictable, but her addled brain wasn’t in any state to prepare for it. It fell on her like a predator, and swallowed her whole without her ever noticing it was there. Her feeble resistance sank under the waves, drawn inevitably under by the swirling maelstrom.

And once the third blast ended, there wasn’t anything left to say. Mary’s mind was lost in a heavy haze of desire, and an almost painful need to be filled. She needed to fuck, she needed to fuck right now! Her blood was burning so hot that her flesh was turning red from the heat, her chest heaving as she drank in heavy breath after breath. Her tongue, much, much longer than the one she remembered, hung low enough to stroke at her breasts, and her desperation was enough to make her try to curl up and lick even deeper, but the way she was bound prevented it…

The fact that her body was now completely pink from horn to toe meant absolutely nothing to her.

Though Green did delight in it, clapping gleefully. “Perfect! Complete attunement. Oh, you’re almost done! Now we just have to train you in how to use all those lusty urges!”

For once, it was Mary who was oblivious to the other’s words, but that was to be expected. A newbie demon just got soaked in pure lust – they were going to be out for a while. And fortunately, she knew just what to do with them in the meantime!

The next room wasn’t far away, and the green demon whistled a jaunty little tune as she carried her new hire over to it. More black obsidian doors slid open to reveal a dark, ominous looking chair, covered in slick looking tentacles wiggling at the scent of lust in the air.

Green uncuffed Mary and through her into their grip without a second’s hesitation. The lust-ridden pink demon didn’t even try to resist, far more occupied trying to pleasure herself – right up to the moment when the tentacles grabbed her, and she felt them slip straight inside her, thickening and pulsing with pleasure. She tried to gasp, only for another tendril to slip inside her mouth, which automatically closed around it and started to suck. Large suckers emerged and wrapped around her chest, clamping over her breasts and pumping her hard. The pink demon let out a guttural moan of delight as she was finally given the fucking that she craved.

She didn’t notice as another tendril slipped inside her ear, and began to pump something into her brain, but honestly by this point she wouldn’t have cared if she had. She was utterly lost to bliss.

Green watched as the chair welcomed its new guest, and then sank down into the ground, carrying Mary off with it into a sealed chamber below the blackened earth. Then, once the pit had sealed up behind them, she strutted up to a nearby control panel, and considered her options for a moment. “Mmm… I think 4000 years ought to be enough~”

Time down here was a much more flexible thing than it was on the surface, and as she punched in the commands and hit the button to activate them, ancient magics went to work. The sealed chair and its occupant would spend a bit of time getting to know one another – four millennia to be exact – while for the rest of existence, only a few seconds were to pass. That should be about long enough for the new demon’s training to properly sink in.

And so Green waited – impatiently, it must be said – for those few moments to pass, and then for the chair to rise again, its tendrils finally receding after such extended use. A hint of steam drifted up above them, dissolving into the dark air. And the pink demon, slowly, began to stir.

Ma'rief the Lust Demon opened her glowing eyes, smiled, and rose to her feet, stretching out her back for the first time in centuries. “Ahhh…” She purred, her tail swishing as she stepped away from the training chair, her breasts bouncing proudly. “That was a delightful break… But I can’t sit around all day – there are so many horny humans waiting for me to suck them dry~” She licked her lips with her forked tongue. “When can I start?”

If she remembered any of her (comparatively short) existence as a human, there was no sign of it in her now. The green demon sighed in relief. “Welcome to the team.”

One human down – a million left to go. And then however many more they needed to deal with this little population overflow! But at least, no matter what, they’d never run out of potential recruits~

-

Request: Chizuru Mizuhara ,from Rent a Girlfriend, has violated her terms of agreement with her company, and didn’t read the fine print on her contract. “When terms are violated, we may do what we see fit to do for violater. ANYTHING.” After getting the message saying she broke the terms, her screen lights up with colorful spirals and words going by, “Anal Queen!, Girl with the fat ass!, etc.” Before it lingers on, “You’re Chizuru the buttslut! The walking, talking girl with the ass!” Then it resets to the beginning of the messages and goes through them again, this time with girls twerking their asses, and Chizuru falls more and more into the hypnotic spell, becoming more and more addicted to the ass. As it goes on, her body  starts to twerk with the girls against her will, and slowly her brains go into her fat ass making it fatter and leaving her only with the addiction to twerking, asses, and being Chizuru the buttslut! The walking, talking girl with an ass!

Chizuru frowned at her phone – specifically, at the message she’d just received on it, blinking in big, capital letters. ‘CONTRACT VIOLATION’, the title read. Ugh. Was this because she’d finally gotten a real boyfriend? W-well, calling him a real boyfriend wasn’t entirely correct, but… Damnit, how did they know? Maybe she should have read her contract better, but she’d only taken this gig to practice acting. Honestly, she was starting to think being a rental girlfriend wasn’t worth the hassle.

Still, she’d better actually read what they sent. With a sigh, she retreated into her apartment – and made sure Kazuya wasn’t in next door before she went to check her computer. The last thing she needed was him getting involved in this! It’d be so embarrassing…

And then, well, there was no getting away from it any longer. She sighed and went to open her emails. Might as well see this on the big screen. It didn’t take long to find the email in question – those block capitals hadn’t gone anywhere.

‘Chizuru Ichinose’, it began. ‘It has been brought to our attention that you have violated the terms of your contract with us as a Rental Girlfriend. This is very disappointing, especially from one of our highest rated employees.’

Sigh. Alright. How bad was this going to be? Was she getting a reprimand? Were they going to fire her outright? Neither would be pleasant, but she could take it. She’d dealt with worse. It was just annoying to be caught out like this. Her eyes drifted down the page, and continued to read.

‘We at the company take the terms of our contracts very seriously. They exist to protect not just the company, but the employee as well. As such, it is always stipulated in our contracts that when terms are violated, we may do what we see fit to do for violater. ANYTHING.’

Chizuru blinked. That was, uh, rather severe and ominous- Hey, wait, what the hell?!

Before she could read the rest of it, her screen had lit up with a bright swirling spiral of blue and green, the image completely overtaking her entire display. Shocked and more than a little irritated she jiggled her mouse, trying to get rid of it, but there was no reaction from her computer – no sign of how to turn the spiral off.

In fact, if anything the show was just getting worse. Words were starting to flicker over the spiral, appearing for short, flashing moments, before vanishing again. Thinking it might be some kind of clue for how to get rid of this - virus? Was this some kind of computer virus? Had the company hacked her computer?! – she tried to focus on them, narrowing her eyes and concentrating to read what the spiral was telling her.

If she was hoping for something helpful, though, she was sorely and swiftly disappointed. The messages were vulgar, derogatory insults that made her teeth grind. Things like ‘Anal Queen!’, ‘Girl With The Fat Ass!’, ‘Slap-Cheek Slut!’, ‘Bum Brain!’ or even ‘Big Dumb Booty Babe!’. Definitely a virus, she decided, trying to control her temper and think about this rationally. She brushed her brown hair out of her eyes, taking a breath, and considered just yanking out the plug – it’d be bad for the PC, but the longer this virus ran…

But before she could get up to do so, the screen flashed again, the spiral intensifying. Almost against her will, Chizuru found her eyes being drawn back to the centre of the image, where a long message was waiting for her, written in intense, bold letters.

‘You’re Chizuru the buttslut! The walking, talking girl with the ass!’

Her lips thinned, pressed tight with anger. That confirmed it. The company really was behind this. How dare they! She broke some tiny rule, so they felt they could hack her computer and insult her? Bastards! There was no way she could let them get away with this!

The two insulting sentences flashed on the screen for several more seconds before vanishing, leaving just the spiral once again – and then, soon after, the ‘Anal Queen’ and ‘Booty Babe’ messages returned. It seemed to be on a loop. But she wasn’t about to let it play out a second time. She was reaching for the plug.

Only to pause, eyes drawn back to her monitor. Wait. Wait a second. Was that…?

It was. Instead of being a simple loop, this time the spiral had another image underlaid beneath it, visible through the twisting turns. The image of a woman of about Chizuru’s age dancing on a stage, her back to the camera, wiggling her hips from side to side – hips that were very clearly emphasised by the incredibly tight shorts she was wearing.

What the hell? What the hell was this? Why on earth would the company not only hack and insult her, but also send her footage of some Ssssllut shaking her Booty around for a camera and Slap it up on her screen? What on earth was the point?

And… Why couldn’t she look away?

Chizuru blinked, her brow furrowing – but no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from those swinging, shaking, slutty shorts. Familiar words flashed by, forcing themselves into her eyeline – Anal Queen and Bum Brain glittering before her. She found herself squirming in her seat, grinding down into the chair slightly, unsure why she was so uncomfortable.

Then the last insults were flashing in her face again. ‘You’re Chizuru the buttslut!’, they seemed to scream at her, even though no sound was playing. ‘The walking, talking girl with the ass!’

And with that, it all reset again. Except now, there were two buttsluts dancing in front of her.

The wanna be actress swallowed. Something was wrong here. Why couldn’t she look away? Why couldn’t she pull the plug from her computer? Why was she starting to feel so hot in here? Had something happened to the thermostat? She could feel herself starting to sweat as she watched those fat asses sway from side to side, bouncing up and down…

W-wow. What Slap-cheek Sluts. What Anal Queens. What… What was she thinking?!

She tried to shake herself, but even that was impossible. Her head just stayed rooted in place, and her eyes continued to watch, the spiral ever swirling in their gaze, all the way to the inevitable end.

Chizuru the buttslut! Walking, talking girl with the ass!

She found herself licking her lips and breathing hard as the spiral reset – and just as she hoped feared, now there were even more girls and even more beautiful booties! How dare? H-how indecent! H-h-how was a girl supposed to resist?!?

Chizuru swallowed hard, and tried to reign herself back in. No, she wasn’t attracted by this. She wasn’t captivated by all these Bum Brained Babes! She was just… She was just…

But even as she searched for an excuse, her body was betraying her. Slowly, she realised that her perspective was starting to rise – because she’d begun to stand up. She even kicked the chair back out of the way without a thought. And the worst part was, she didn’t need to wonder why she was doing this, because she knew. She knew right down to the deepest parts of her soul. As much as she wanted to deny it…

She wanted to twerk too.

Chizuru! Buttslut! Girl! Ass!

As soon as the spiral looped back, her hips dropped, bouncing and gyrating just like all the other girls dancing on her screen. And it felt so good! Shimmy left, shake shake right, bounce up and down and thrust! Her ass was feeling finer than ever, and she just couldn’t stop herself from smiling wider and wider with every beat. Yes! She was the Anal Queen! She was the Girl With The Fat Ass, the Slap-Cheek Slut with a Bum Brain – a Big Dumb Booty Babe!!! No matter how much she tried to deny it, the words just kept echoing in her head, growing stronger with every bounce!

But even that wasn’t enough. She needed to make it even clearer. She needed to make sure that everyone knew how much of a Buttslut she was! No matter how much that voice in her head – the one that got quieter every time she thrust her hips out - protested, she needed to be the greatest Anal Queen that anyone had ever seen! And she knew, she just knew, that if she put her all into this next dance, then her dream would come true.

This time, the last lines made her smile. Hell yeah, she was Chizuru the buttslut! She was the walking, talking girl with the ass! And she was going to show it, starting right now! The loop reset.

This time when she started to twerk, dropping her hips and shoving out her ass, she felt it. A buzzing, vibrating feeling in her head, and a warm, building pressure in her behind. A tension starting to grow. The quiet voice in her head begged her not to do this, but as she watched the huge crowd of booty dancers twerk on her screen, she knew she had no choice. The first beat hit.

Anal Queen!

Her knees bent, her ass slamming down – and as she reached the climax of the drop, she felt the gravity of it suck her brains down, down, down, right to her butt – which started to swell and grow in a burst of unbelievable pleasure. She couldn’t help but moan out loud, eyes fluttering, even as her mind started to empty, that resisting voice growing even quieter. But even as she did, she never stopped watching the spiral.

Girl With The Fat Ass!

Her buns tightened, clenched and shimmied, drawing more of that wonderful brain juice down like a whirlpool, and plumping them up even bigger. She was starting to drool now, her big, dumb smile growing bigger and dumber with every shake.

Slap-Cheek Slut!

She reached back and smacked her ass so hard she thought they’d hear it next door, her cheeks jiggling and bouncing, slapping together and sending a buzzing burst of pleasure up into her head – melting even more of her mind on the way. The resisting voice had been reduced to pleading, but Chizuru couldn’t hear it – she was too focused on those wonderful butts!

Bum Brain!

“Ooohhh~” By now the term was almost literal – she was doing all her thinking with her bum now, and she would be for a good long time after, if she had anything to say about it. The last dregs of her brain, her former, boring, un-ass focused mind, were still drizzling down to her hips and thighs – but Chizuru knew how to get the last holdouts sorted. With a happy giggle, she raised herself up on her tippyest toes, gave the spiral a sultry wink, and then dropped-

Big Dumb Booty Babe!

And froze, a small ‘o’ of surprise on her face, as her brain completely popped. The last of her resistance – the last of the strong, independent, aspiring actress, Chizuru Ichinose – burst, melting down into brainless, giggly goop, which quickly found its way down to her ass, inflating her cheeks up so big that even her skirt could take no more, snapping and tearing away to leave only the her almighty ass on display.

She wobbled there for a moment – almost pulled over by the weight of her new boundless behind – but there was no reason to fear. For as the spiral was all too happy to tell her, she was Chizuru the Buttslut – the walking, talking girl with the ass. And as the spiral once again looped, and filled her eyes with countless dancing butts, her feet steadied. Slowly, she began to twerk again – a dumb smile on her face, and not a brain in her head. The ultimate buttslut she could be.

…

An hour later, and the front door rattled as someone fiddled with the lock. After a few moments it popped open, and two figures stepped in, wearing dark glasses and long, unidentifiable black coats.

“You sure this is the place?” One asked.

The other just laughed, and pointed over towards the corner – where Chizuru the Buttslut was still twerking away, her huge ass ever bouncing, a large wet patch over her breasts where drool had dripped down. “Yeah, this is the place alright. The company lucked out on this one – no family, no dependants. Someone like her disappears, no one stays looking for long.”

The second man still seemed nervous. “Well, they won’t as long as we’re not spotted. Let’s not wait around. I’ll go keep watch, you get the slut in the truck.”

He vanished out into the hall. The first man just shrugged, clearly not nearly so bothered, and then walked over to Chizuru, reaching out and slapping her on the ass, causing her to gasp in shocked delight.

“Come on then, buttslut,” he spoke into her ear. She nearly came on the spot from being called her title. “You may be no good as a rental girlfriend anymore, but there’s plenty of other things people’ll want to rent you for. A girl with an ass like yours should show it off as much as possible.”

The Anal Queen shuddered in delight at the idea, and happily let the complete stranger steer her out of her apartment, and out of her life, with his hand on her ass the whole time. After all, why wouldn’t she? She was Chizuru the buttslut. She walked, she talked – but the most important thing was she was the girl with an ass. And as long as someone knew that much, they could do whatever they wanted with her…

… And she really hoped that they would~

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Request: Momo from My Hero Acadmia is investigating a circus based off of reports that heroines have gone missing while inside. As she investigates, she can't help but notice that some of the performers in this circus-the strong woman, the acrobat, etc-seem rather familiar. Regrettably she fails to notice her curves swelling and getting bouncier, her complexion getting paler as her hair and makeup get brighter, and she becomes sillier-until the newest clown is ready to join the circus and put on an extra special show...

The circus was in town, and Momo Yaoyorozu wasn’t sure that was a good thing. As the superheroine Creati, it was her job to keep a lookout for suspicious activities and potential threats, and while she wasn’t entirely sure what kind of a threat a simple circus could be, she knew it was suspicious as hell. Over the past month there had been a rash of disappearances in the area around where the place had set up, all heroines of notable stature. Sure, heroes vanished all the time – for better or worse, it was sometimes just part of the job – but this many? And so close together?

Something was definitely going on here, and she intended to find out what.

Unfortunately that wasn’t necessarily as easy as she would have liked. She was a popular hero, sure, famed for her diligence and versatility, but that didn’t give her the authority to go throwing accusations around without proof. She’d have to investigate herself, in person. Not to worry though – she was a sensible woman, and she had an unending arsenal of tools with her wherever she went. As long as she was careful, she’d be fine, surely.

That was her line of thinking, at least, when she stepped onto the circus grounds during the height of business hours. It seemed like the ideal time – walking around in the open while there were plenty of witnesses about would allow her to look around for anything that seemed out of place, giving her a good baseline for what to take a closer look at when she came back later. Besides, what was wrong with a hero visiting the circus? It was good publicity for everyone involved!

And honestly, as things turned out, it was starting to look like there was nothing to worry about after all. Everything seemed completely normal and on the level. People were having fun, sideshows and games were in full swing… Admittedly, Momo may not have been the best person to judge – it wasn’t like someone of her upbringing went to visit the circus all that often – but all seemed to be well here. Perhaps she’d been wrong after all, and the disappearances around this place were a coincidence. Maybe there was something else going on entirely.

Just as she was thinking that, though, she found herself being waved down by a man with a pencil moustache in a bright red jacket and a black top hat. “Oh, Miss Hero, Miss Hero! May I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course,” she said, turning to face him. “Is something wrong?” When people flagged a hero down, it was usually because they needed help, after all.

But she was about to be pleasantly surprised. “Oh no,” the man said, shaking his head and giving her a polite smile. “No, nothing’s wrong at all, Miss! At least I hope not. Are you enjoying my circus?”

Momo’s eyes lit up in understanding. “Ah, you’re the owner of all this? Yes, it’s lovely. You must be proud of such a fine attraction.”

The man grinned. “Oh, I am Miss, I am. And yes, I’m the Ringmaster around here – every performance and attraction is under my control, so I’m always pleased to see it draw in new, happy customers. But that’s not the only reason I’m here. Actually, I was wondering if you might like an invitation to the big tent yourself, Miss!”

“The big tent?” Momo obviously hadn’t missed what he was talking about – the big tent was the centre of the entire circus, a classic red and white design that towered over everything else. Inside was where the main show was performed, with loud cheers and excited rounds of applause occasionally echoing out from within. She actually hadn’t taken a look inside herself – the show was quite a long one, and she hadn’t really felt she had the time to sit around and watch it while there might be something sinister going on. “Ah, well, I’m afraid I didn’t bring enough money for a ticket…”

Hero costumes were awful for pockets, and ever worse for her given her creation quirk – she hadn’t thought she’d need them!

But the Ringmaster just shook his head and laughed. “No need to worry about that Miss! I think we can wave the fee for a lovely hero like yourself – and I’m sure the audience will love seeing you! It’ll be great publicity for everyone involved.”

Hm. Well, with an offer like that, who was she to refuse? Seeing the big circus show sounded delightful. And besides, it wasn’t like there was anything sinister going on here, was there? “Why not then? I’d love to.”

“Wonderful!” The Ringmaster clapped his hands together, smiling brightly. “Well then come this way, if you please! Our big show is just about to start, and I’d hate for you to have to wait. Worry not – I’ll make sure you get a front row seat!”

He gestured for her to walk right this way, and she followed with a gentle nod. She was sure this would be a ton of fun!

…

The Ringmaster had not been kidding about getting a front row seat, as it turned out. Momo found herself sitting right at the ringside, surrounded by a cheering, happy crowd as the tent’s exits closed, and the lights began to dim.

“Welcome welcome, one and all!” The familiar voice of the man himself boomed out throughout the tent, a spotlight shining down on him in the centre of the ring. “Welcome to the greatest show you’l ever see! We have it all in store for you tonight – dazzling displays of strength, shocking feats of agility, and death-defying stunts! Our performers tonight will entertain and amaze in ways you never thought possible! And now, to begin, please put your hands together for our opening act, the strongest lass on this planet or under it, it’s Muscle Ma’am!”

The spotlight on the Ringmaster vanished – only for a new one to appear a few feet away, illuminating a new performer on the stage. A blonde-haired woman in a tight red leotard which did a great deal to show off her curvy form. Hollers and wolf whistles rang out throughout the audience, which the woman drank up with a smile and a bow. Momo was confused though. This was the ‘strongest woman on the planet’? She didn’t look all that powerful. In fact, she looked rather familiar, in a way that the heroine couldn’t quite put her finger on…

Well, whatever Momo’s thoughts, Muscle Ma’am certainly seemed happy to be putting on a show. She happily strutted about in the spotlight, basking in the adulation of the crowd as she made her way over to a large set of weights. Then, she lifted her arms and flexed her muscles in the typical body builder post. To Momo’s eye, it didn’t look all that impressive… Until suddenly the woman’s muscles bulged, pumping themselves up from thin reeds to biceps bigger than her head!

The heroine’s mouth dropped open, and she watched as the now incredibly muscled lady put on a show of picking up all of the weights, the entire set at once, as though they were as light as air. She continued by balancing them all on one arm, laid out from her shoulder to her fist, and then shimmying across the stage floor to another set of weights, without ever dipping her hand or dropping a single dumbbell. A moment later, and then the new set of weights was arranged on her other arm.

It was an incredible display of strength and dexterity, Momo had to admit. Especially when, after all the weights were in place, an even larger, solid weight, a solid block of iron, dropped down from the roof and landed on top of them, balanced casually over her head. And Muscle Ma’am just smiled brightly and spun in a circle, keeping everything balanced perfectly. Pretty incredible.

It was no wonder that the crowd went wild for it, even as she finally let the weights dropped, tossing them one by one back into their racks, and finishing with a flourish and a bow. But Momo still felt that something was off. She could swear that she knew that woman from somewhere, but… where? She tried to rack her brains…

Only to burst out into a fit of giggles instead. Oh, she was being silly! She’d definitely remember if she’d seen a woman with a quirk like that before. Why was she stressing out so much about this? It was a waste of time – just sit back and enjoy the show!

The heroine rolled her eyes, amused at her bad habits, and let herself sit back, before looking down in confusion. Her top was suddenly feeling rather tight… Oh no, she hadn’t grown again, had she? She’d only just gotten her costume refitted! Ugh, what a pain. Hopefully it was just her top shrinking or something. She reached down and adjusted her zip a little, before sitting back again more comfortably – though as she did, she failed to notice in the dark how pale her hand had gotten…

“Isn’t she wonderful?” The Ringmaster was speaking again as the stage went dark once more. “She could give Atlas a run for his money, if she weren’t so busy entertaining all of you every night, but I’m not complaining – give a big hand for Muscle Ma’am!”

The crowd gave one more wild cheer and a wave of applause as the strongwoman left the ring – Momo happily joining in amongst them. Then the Ringmaster’s voice was back. “Next up, the sensation of the skies, our very own moon rabbit, the shooting star herself, Lady Hopper is here with us tonight! Eyes to the skies, everyone!”

The lights snapped on to an acrobatic rig up near the roof of the tent, where a woman with long white hair and a shining sequined dress was standing proudly, hands resting on her hips, a dangerous grin visible on her face all the way from down here.

Strange. Momo felt like she knew this one too. Their name was on the tip of her tongue… And weren’t those things on her head… rabbit ears…?

But before she could think too deep, the Ringmaster’s voice rang out through her thoughts as it swept across the ring. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I swear to you right now, what you are about to see may look like a lady in flight, but Lady Hopper has no flying quirk or equipment! She’s doing all of these stunts purely under the power of her incredible acrobatic skill! The stunts are real, the danger is real – there’s no one waiting to catch her if she falls! But such a thing could never happen, because Lady Hopper could never fall while her legs are in the air. Watch and see – you may not believe me, but it’s true!”

Well that was no small boast. A hush descended over the tent as the audience watched in wary curiosity – how amazing could this possibly be? And amongst them, one rather pale looking girl, still trying to work out why what she was seeing bothered her.

But Lady Hopper soon stole her attention away. The acrobat went to bow for the audience, but dipped to low, suddenly tumbling from her platform high above! The audience gasped, and Momo grabbed for her quirk, trying to remember the correct material composition for a landing mattress – only for the acrobat to suddenly hook on an almost invisible wire, flip around, and somersaulting up into the air to a waiting trapeze! More gasps, but these ones were of delight and astounded awe, as now the acrobat began her routine in earnest, bouncing, flipping, twisting, and practically soaring through the air with grace and ease that left jaws on the floor.

And Momo… found herself giggling again, laughing and clapping along with everyone else, a bright smile growing on her face. Of course it was all part of the act! Geeze, why was she so serious all the time? She needed to lighten up, this was the circus, a place filled with smiles and laughter! She was just trying to think too hard about all of this – she needed to let loose! Especially with the zipper of her top, wowzers it was getting tight! Yep, no doubt about it, it had shrunk in the wash or something. Oh well. The heroine just giggled again, and lowered the zipper completely. Sadly there was no similar zipper for her shorts, which seemed to have shrunk just as much, but she’d just have to deal with that for now.

Sighing deeply, Momo sat back to enjoy the show, brushing a few green tipped hairs out of her face to get a better look…

And it was a good thing she did – Lady Hopper was amazing up there. Her stunts were incredible, and it really was hard to believe that she genuinely couldn’t fly! But actually, if you looked really closely, you could see that she was using ropes and trapezes to move – and nine times out of ten she was using her feet to do so instead of her hands, which just made it more incredible. The audience watched in delighted awe, cheering and clapping after every stunt.

There was an audible ‘Awwwww’ when she finally landed on the ground and took another bow, flashing the audience a victory V just before her spotlight winked out. And then, once again, the Ringmaster was speaking out.

“Isn’t she the best, folks? Lady Hopper, Queen of the skies, tell everyone you meet! But now, we have a special performance for you here tonight, Ladies and Gentlemen! A recent addition to our ranks here at the circus, and I tell you now folks we don’t invite just anyone into our little tent! Of course, once we got a look at this little lady’s gift, we couldn’t resist. So, everyone! Put your hands together for the most amazing juggler that this world has ever, ever seen – it’s Slasher Jane!”

Momo clapped and hollered with the rest of the crowd as the stage went dark – only to find herself pausing again as soon as the lights rose. They revealed a single figure, a woman, standing in the middle of the ring. A little short, maybe, with fluffy brown hair, and a very sweet smile. No, no, she knew this woman, the bells were ringing loud and clear in hear head, audible even over the incessant giggling that had been floating around. But who-

Then ‘Jane’s expression changed, her sweet smile suddenly turning sharp and savage, and with a flick of her arms, suddenly she had a half dozen incredibly sharp looking knives in her hands. With an evil smirk and a dismissive flick of her head, she began to toss the knives up in the air, one at a time, just managing to get the last one up before the first one came back down. In moments, she was juggling smoothly, an impressed wave of applause sweeping through the crowd.

But she wasn’t done.

Before long, she’d stopped using both hands, simply using one to keep the knives in the air while doing an exaggerated yawn with the other. Then, with a dark giggle, she did another flick of her wrists, and another half a dozen blades appeared. Casually, she chucked them into the mix, one at a time, then two at a time, and then three knives at once flipping and over end into the juggler’s circle. Each one fell in perfectly, the Slasher controlling them with expert precision into her pattern.

And she still looked bored. She tried a few flourishing tricks, crossing the knives together, switching them around her shoulders, spinning in place as she tossed the blades back and forth… But it just wasn’t enough. Eventually, she wandered over to a box on the floor that the light had previously not focused on, and kicked it open. The audience couldn’t quite see what lay within, but Jane finally looked pleased.

Reaching in with a foot, she hooked something and tossed it up into the air – a battle axe! It too found itself into her juggling hand without an issue. Then a long sword, and then a javelin… In fact, a long list of very sharp and very pointy weapons somehow made it into the selection, an impossible amount of large and dangerous items being juggled without so much as a scratch on Jane. And then a couple of unlit torches joined the mess – though they didn’t stay unlit for long, as Jane pulled a lighter out and fired them up as they passed through her hands.

It was an incredible display. And once again, Momo found herself being entranced by the spectacle. A wide, happy grin was spreading over her face – spreading a bit further than she realised, in fact, as red makeup began to appear around her mouth. The urge to giggle was hard to resist, and she didn’t bother, her chest jiggling merrily as she laughed at Jane’s performance, watching the circle of juggled objects grow bigger and bigger, higher and higher, until surely, surely she had to be defying gravity somehow…

Wait, that was Uravity! That was Uravity! Ochaco! The sweetest girl in her class back at UA! What the hell had happened to her?!

The pieces suddenly clicked in her head. These performers – they were the missing heroines! Uravity now, but that woman before, the acrobat – that had been Mirko, the number 9 hero! And Muscle Ma’am, that was Mountain Lady! Their quirks had been changed a little, somehow, but now that Momo recognised one of them she could see the clues staring her in the face this entire time. This circus really was behind the disappearances!

Her jaw was on the floor as Slasher Jane – as Uravity’s performance came to an end, but for an entirely different reason from the rest of the audience. To think she’d been ready to give these guys a performance. And they’d even invited her to the show!

“Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m afraid that’s it for tonight. You’ve been a wonderful audience, one and all, but now the time has come to-”

“WAIT!” Momo shot to her feet and vaulted over the railing separating the ring from the audience, striding across the stage in an outrage. She paid no attention to the way her hips wiggled with every step, or the strange slap of her shoes on the stage floor – she had hero business to attend to!

“Oh? What’s this?” The Ringmaster turned to face her, and she felt a spotlight start to shine down on her. “Ah, of course! I almost forgot!”

“Almost forgot you had a hero in the audience? After you invited me in?” Momo glared as she drew up next to the man in red. Her voice didn’t boom around the tent like his did, sadly, but that was no big deal. She was sure the police would explain what had happened to the audience once she closed this place down. “A likely story. I demand you undo whatever you’ve done to those heroes and let them go at once!”

“Oh dear.” The man chuckled, sounding quite embarrassed. “I’m afraid she’s rather upset with me. And as well she might be! After all, what kind of circus can complete its big show without a performance by its wonderful clowns?!”

He was calling her a clown? Seriously? She almost snarled at him. “This isn’t some part of your little show! Stop this now, or I’m bringing this whole place down on top of you!”

“Ah, but in her rush to get out here, there’s something she’s forgotten too, isn’t there, my wonderful audience? Can you see what it is?”

Momo’s eyes narrowed. “If that’s a threat, I’m warning you now, you won’t-”

The Ringmaster burst out laughing. “Oh, even she can’t see it! Here, let me help.” He snapped his fingers, and in a puff of smoke, suddenly there was a full-length mirror next to them. For a moment she wondered what kind of quirk he’d used to pull that trick off, but then her eyes found her reflection, and something more important distracted her. That couldn’t be right… could it? That couldn’t be her…

“Is it her shoes? No. Her shoes are as big and floppy as any good clown’s!”

It was true, she realised, looking down. At some point her sensible red boots had been replaced with long red floppy footwear, the kind that wobbled and slapped with every step she took. It was a struggle not to trip up just looking at them! How… When…?

“Is it her baggy pants? Well, sirs and madams, I’m afraid there isn’t a pair baggy enough in the world to not cling tight to this lady’s thighs!”

When had her butt gotten so big? It was impossible! And yet there it was, like she was trying to smuggle cannon balls inside her shorts - shorts which were now a skin tight skirt and rainbow patterned, with plenty of lace around the edges to boot.

“Her top? No, she’s remembered that today – she often doesn’t, I’m afraid! Well, that’s for the adult show…”

And her chest! Holy moly golly and gosh, where had those melons come from? Momo had never been a small girl, but she’d never been that big! And her top did her no favours! Her cape had vanished, and her shirt had morphed into a pink, frilly thing, barely keeping her boobs in with tight looking suspenders!

“And her makeup is top notch!”

That was the part that really shocked the hero. Her face was pure white, covered in makeup, with a wide red smile painted over her cheeks, and pink/blue triangles around her eyes, with stars dotted across the rest. Her hair hadn’t been left out either! Where once it had been pure black, now her spiky locks were an almost glowing neon green, with a red streak running from her forehead to the tip of her pony tail. She looked like… She looked like a clown.

There was just one thing missing.

“Ah, I know what it is!” The Ringmaster smiled, and then with a flourish, he pulled from his jacket a bright red round ball. “She forgot her nose! Well luckily, I have a spare right here. Here you go, dear.”

Momo was frozen in place. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even try to pull away as he leaned down and set the thing on her face. As he did, she could feel the giggling start to intensify, could feel her lips start to quirk into a happy, bubbly smile. Could feel a kind of pressure, a tension growing in her head as she stared at the Ringmaster, her eyes wide with horror when he moved closer.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he declared loudly for all to see – though they probably couldn’t see his sinister smile like Momo could as he placed his finger and thumb on either side of her red nose. “Put your hands together for the delightful, if a little dumb, heart of our show – Moo Moo the Clown!”

He squeezed.

And the last thing she heard before her brains popped like balloons was that all-consuming sound…

HONK!

…

Moo Moo stepped from the tent with a stretch and a giggle. Gosh, she couldn’t believe she’d actually gone out on stage without her nose! God, that was dumb even for her! She was so lucky Mr. Ringmaster had had a spare!

The audience had really liked her show though, so at least she’d had that! Oh, she’d tripped and she’d bustled and she’d danced and she’d jiggled her little heart out! Her quirk made it super easy to pull custard pies out of her pockets at a moment’s notice. They’d laughed and laughed – and she’d gotten more than a few whistles whenever her skirt flipped up to show off her red and white stripped panties!

All in all, it had been great! Her heart swelled with pride at the thought of another audience well served, her chest stuck out proudly – almost snapping her suspenders once again. That happened a lot to her.

“Oh Moo Moo?”

Oh! Speak of the devil, there was the Ringmaster now! Moo Moo waved excitedly and skipped up to him, a cascade of giggles slipping from her lips. “Mr Ringmaster! Sir! I’m, like, soooo sorry I forgot my costume earlier!”

He chuckled, his black top hat bouncing on his head, and reached out to pet her green hair fondly. “Not to worry, Moo Moo – I know how difficult it is for you to remember things.”

She nodded sagely. It was really hard! Sometimes she’d even forget her own name if no one told her, that was how much of a silly goof she was!

“Which is why I thought I’d come check to make sure your adult show is starting in side tent six in five minutes.”

“Ah!” Moo Moo put a white gloved hand to her mouth in shock, before bursting into another fit of giggles. “Oh Sir, as if I could ever forget that! The adult shows are my favouritest part of my favouritest thing in my favouritest place ever! I’d never ever forget that!”

The circus master nodded, smiling at her words. “I’m glad to hear it. But you’d better get going – you wouldn’t want to be late.”

She nodded and saluted, accidentally knocking herself over as she did so and rolling over backwards, before getting to her flip-floppy feet and sprinting off towards tent six. Her skirt could barely contain her slapping ass cheeks as she ran, and her suspenders might burst open with every step, but that was all fine – she didn’t need either of them for the adult show~ She had to show folks exactly why she was called Moo Moo, after all…

The circus was in town – and as far as Moo Moo the Clown was concerned, that was a very, very good thing.