Servant Trap: The Lost and the Divine (Fate Bimbo) (Patreon)

Astraea, goddess of justice and innocence (in more than one regard) was not the kind of servant who dallied about when she lost her way. No, whenever she found herself in a situation she was unsure of, or was summoned to a new land without any idea as to why, she reacted with decisive action, picking a goal, a mission, or even just a point on the horizon, and heading towards it with ruthless determination. She was, at once, both fair minded in all things, weighing up her judgement upon her famed scales, and vicious, cutting her way through any opposition with her sharp blade and ludicrous wrestling moves. A paragon of justice and balance, while also really enjoying a good scrap.

This was the paradox of Astraea, and only half of it could really be blamed on her pseudo-servant host, Luviagelita Edelfelt. The rest of it was just what happened when you put a virgin goddess of judgment behind the wheel of a forklift designed for violence.

So when the blonde servant with divine blue highlights materialised on the steps of the central steps of the high temple of Cockaigne, the eternal city of pleasures, her blue raiment flowing around her and her hair drills drifting in the smoky air, it can be understood why a few unprepared citizens might have ducked for cover.

To the goddess, though, it was very strange. This… was not the place she had been expecting to be summoned to. So many chimney stacks, so much pink smoke in the sky. So many paved city streets and shadowy, mysterious figures. It was not at all what she was expecting. Even her connection to the Holy Grail, which should have at least informed her of the basic principles of this world, lay silent. She was on her own.

Still, as the spirit of justice and judgement, she wouldn’t rush to conclusions. She would carefully assess any and all who came before her, with the impartiality that only the divine were capable of. This place, this strange city, would be weighed by her scales fairly, and without conceit. And then, if it was found wanting, she would demolish it by the light of the stars.

For now, though, she would proceed calmly to the only place here that truly mattered – their centre of worship. Yes, if there was any way to weigh the worth of a civilization, it was surely in how they treated their gods – and how their gods treated them in turn.

With that in mind, she turned and began walking up the temple steps. Obviously, the location of her summoning was no mere happenstance. She had been brought here to enact her judgement as directly as possible. Was this her own doing, or the work of some other force? Irrelevant – she’d find her answers soon enough.

The Temple itself was imposing – at least, it probably was for mortal visitors. For a goddess, even one in mortal form, it seemed fitting. A large structure with towering plinths and expensive looking artwork, mostly in the form of beautiful statues. Some might have considered said statues to be inappropriate, given their lewd nature and complete nudity, but Astraea was a Greek Goddess, so, you know, please.

To her eyes, it seemed at least half way decent tribute to the divine. Nothing compared to her old temples back during the age of the gods, of course, but for mortals, it was… acceptable. Maybe. It didn’t seem to be dedicated to any specific god – at least, none that she could determine from the outside. Who was worshiped here? Was it a pantheon, or a single deity? Normally she’d expect to be able to tell from the decorations, but there was no consistency to be found there. All of the statues – lewd as they were – depicted different women in different positions. If this was a pantheon, then it was a very diverse one…

The goddess wasn’t greeted until she reached the top of the steps and entered the temple proper, and she thought at first that her presence had gone completely unnoticed. Before she could determine how she felt about that, however, a voice echoed out of the inner chambers.

“Ah, oh great divinity, you bless us with your presence!” A man in dark robes, not dissimilar from the others she’d seen people wearing around the town, but more grandiose, somehow, stepped out to meet her, a smile on his shadowed face. “Welcome to Cockaigne, the eternal city of pleasure. To what does our humble city owe this great honour?”

Hm. Perhaps these mortals did know how to show proper respect after all.

Astraea smiled. “It is good to see that mortals have not forgotten how to treat and defer to the gods, even in such a modern era. I am Astraea, the judgement of the heavens – and to be summoned here, it can only be that I have been called to weigh the justice of your city upon my scales. Are you and your people prepared to be measured?”

It was always telling to see how someone reacted to such a demand. The guilty would flee, or threaten, while fools would boast and invite. Rare indeed were those who accepted her challenge while knowing the full extent of what she offered… though, as a goddess, such insights were normally beneath her. In this case, it was the half of her that was Luvia that understood how the mortal mind worked.

Still, even that half of her was surprised when the man in the cloak nodded sombrely. “You are not the first goddess called to cast your judgement upon us. I can only hope that we are worthy of passing your trial, as we have been in the past. Please, come this way.”

The goddess blinked, watching as he turned and walked away, deeper into the temple and towards a set of doors at the back of the entrance hall. Then, seeing no reason not to, she followed after him. “You have something to show me that you believe will sway my scales?”

He laughed as he threw open the doors, revealing a winding staircase leading upwards. “Not at all. I simply thought that you would want to see the city in full before you passed judgement. The view from the top of the temple’s tallest spire is the best in the city. You should be able to see everything from up there. Though, I hope you don’t mind a few stairs…?”

The blonde snorted with amusement. “I hope you don’t mind being left behind – if you climb slowly, I won’t hesitate to advance past you.”

The pair nodded to one another, and then began to ascend. The stairs were indeed long, but not too steep. Instead, Astraea noted that they were actually rather wide, spinning around the outside of the tower’s interior, leaving a lot of space in the middle clear. At least, so she assumed – the middle was walled off from the stairs. Presumably, there was some kind of decorative effect in there when viewed from below that they didn’t want the stairs ruining…

Well, such things were none of her concern. The goddess climbed a considerable distance with little to no effort – a benefit both of being a Servant, and of her host’s incredible physical fitness – and was impressed to see that her guide seemed able to match her pace. Despite her words, she might have considered slowing down for him out of respect for his politeness, but she was glad that she wouldn’t have to. There was a job she was here to do, and she had no desire to delay it any longer than necessary.

Once they reached the top, though…

“I trust this will be suitable?” The cloaked man asked, stepping aside to allow her to see. The top of the tower itself was a simple thing – a platform with a small, secure roof over it, anchored down by four simple columns, each decorated with a statue of a large breasted woman.

She could certainly say that it was well worth the climb to get such a view. The entire city was spread out beneath the spire, covering the landscape for as far as the divine eye could see, and beyond. Which was impressive – perhaps this place really was an ‘eternal’ city. But it certainly wasn’t a pretty one. Up here, Astraea could see all of the stains of industry, spread over the land. Smoke, flame, and pollution littered the landscape. The picture of unrestrained industry, in many ways.

Still, such things were no concern of hers. She was here to judge whether their society was just, not complain about their treatment of the environment. And from the top of this tower, she’d be able to do just that. Once unleashed, her noble phantasm would weigh everything within her sight – and her judgement would be decided.

“Yes,” she said aloud, drawing her golden scales and clutching them tightly in her hand. “Yes, this will do very nicely. Now, I shall fulfil my duty. Custos-!”

“Oh, but one last thing.” The interruption was sudden, but sharp enough to cut through the summoning of her noble phantasm. Her mana swelled for a moment, and then faltered, her judgement failing to materialise.

The impudence was enough that she almost ignored him entirely, but out of respect for the good work he had done so far, she instead just glared at him like she was considering booting him off the tower. “What? What is it?”

He raised his hands apologetically. “I’m so sorry, I almost forgot! The most important custom of Cockaigne. Before you can subject us to your trial, first you must be subjected to ours.” He snapped his fingers.

Once again, the goddess blinked, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean, tri-aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!”

Suddenly, the floor snapped open beneath her, and before Astraea could even understand what had happened, she was plummeting. Down, down, down through the centre of the tower, a dark, smooth walled fall that offered no handholds or chances to arrest her momentum. She had no choice, but to fall.

“Good luck!” The man called from above. “If you manage to make it all the way back up here, you can judge us all you like! If you still want to, that is…”

…

The fall itself was no threat to the goddess – even the most basic of servants could have handled something that simple. It was what was waiting at the bottom – a large pool of glowing pink liquid slightly thicker than water – that gave her some trouble. Even from above she could tell it was a collection of incredibly concentrated mana, the kind that could affect even a Servant like her. Whatever that liquid was, it was bound to cause issues – but there was no way to avoid it. She’d have to try to simply force her way through whatever effects the stuff was supposed to have.

She hit the surface like a cannon ball, arms tucked around her legs and head down, sending a great wave of pink splashing out over the small chamber that made up the bottom of the pit she had fallen into. For a moment, the entire room was filled with pink mist and churning waters. Then everything settled back to stillness.

A second passed. Two. Five. Te-

A hand shot out from the pink water and grabbed the side of the pool. Bubbles rose and popped, the placid pool’s surface swirling again, and then…

A very annoyed looking Astraea pulled herself up and out of the pool, looking shockingly normal for someone clambering their way out of a magic filled lake. Oh, there had been some changes while she was submerged. For one thing, her clothes, her blue raiment, along with all of its fine embroidery and all of her wonderful jewels, had vanished – dissolved into nothingness by the pink. For another, her hair had lost most of its blue highlights, turning into a purer, more platinum shade of blonde than even her host normally possessed. And her body, while looking mostly the same, seemed a little… softer, than before…

But as she slowly wiped off the more tenacious clumps of sticky pink goo, panting and gasping from the experience of her submersion, one thing had to be said – she looked awfully self-aware for someone who’d just had an unwilling bath in Dumb Bitch Juice. No, indeed, her eyes were just as sharp as ever, and though her body was shiny and wet, she didn’t appear much physically changed by her submersion.

“If that was all you had to throw at me,” she muttered, flicking a few drops of pink from her fingers with a haughty snort, before folding her arms over her bare chest and standing proud, “then my judgement shall be swift and merciless. It will take far more than a little lust laden ooze to defeat a virgin goddess! Ohohohohoho!”

Indeed! For though the enchanted liquid had tried to affect her, the goddess’s nature proved incredibly resistant to its effects. Her divine nature was virgin and pure, shielding her from the fuckable fate than any normal servant would have fallen to, had they dropped into that pool. Her garments and her hair were a small price to pay, in comparison.

Though, to her great annoyance, she did notice that her dip had disrupted her powers somewhat. She could no longer call upon her scales – or, indeed, any of her abilities – so easily. Her nature may have preserved her, but her divine magic had been somewhat sealed in the bargain. Troublesome. Still, as soon as she got back out beneath a sky of stars, she would be able to use their power to restore herself, no doubt.

Her goal, then, was to climb back up to the top of the tower. Easy. And once she was there, oh, a great judgement there would be…!

Face into a determined expression, the blonde goddess strode across the small stone chamber and forced her way through the door blocking her path. It may have been locked, it may not – it was hard to tell once she’d kicked it off its hinges. Beyond it lay a dark corridor between carved stone walls, ending in a branching junction that led off into further darkness in both directions. A labyrinth, by the look of things.

Astraea rolled her eyes. Again, Greek goddess. This kind of thing was nothing new to her. She was starting to think these fools hadn’t heard of her at all, and that was just insulting.

But despite her confidence, she had to admit that something felt wrong down here. Off, in some indefinable way. There was a light pink mist that hung through the tunnels, made of the same stuff that the pool had been, and just as ineffective against her. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she could swear she felt someone – or something – watching her down here…

Her divine senses should have revealed anyone spying on her, but with her powers sealed she was limited to just human eyesight, and that was proving to be rather pitiful in the dark, even with a few of her host’s magic jewels called up to light the way. Still, she could certainly sense another presence down here – one that, sometimes, she could swear was growing closer.

And then-

“Gah!”

She tripped, almost falling flat on her face before turning her misfortune into a roll. Her gem light flickered, but fortunately it didn’t go out. Instead it shone brightly as she grumbled to herself, and then turned to see what had caught her foot and nearly slammed her forehead into the floor.

It was a leg.

Fortunately, before her human half could feel much of a panic spike, she realised it was still attached to a person. A very familiar person, in fact…

“Artemis…?” Astraea blinked and knelt down, allowing her gem to shine light on her fellow goddess. Now properly illuminated, there was no doubt in her mind that this woman was the infamous goddess of the hunt. She’d know that essence anywhere. But despite how clear the resemblance was… at the same time, the goddess was almost unrecognisable.

Like Astraea, Artemis had been stripped entirely naked, laying across the tunnel’s width with her back resting against the cool stone wall. And like Astaea again, her hair was platinum blonde, having lost all trace of her divine white locks, normally as pale as moonlight, now a simple shimmering yellow instead. But unlike Astraea, her chest, which had already been rather large, had expanded to truly jaw dropping degree, beachballs bouncing on her front whenever she took a breath – with her ass not far behind in the curve race, either. And equally unlike Astraea, her eyes had turned totally vapid – and, indeed, had turned completely pink, as opposed to their normal blue.

Also, she had one hand buried in her snatch and one squeezing her left tit, so, that too was not something she had in common with her fellow goddess. Astraea hissed a breath of anger as she saw just how badly her sister divinity had been hit by this city’s traps. “Impudent fools,” she growled, reaching out to stroke the lunar goddess’s face. “They will pay for this. I swear, I will-”

“Fuck?” Suddenly, Artemis’s pink eyes lit up, and she lifted her head to look right at the goddess of judgement. “Oooh, Arty likes fucking~” Her massive chest quaked as she began to giggle. “I hope that nice girl comes back! She’s, like, the best. Her tongue felt soooo good…” Another giggle. “She totally made me cum my brains out!”

Astraea’s eyes widened as she rose to her feet and backed up. To think that such a powerful divinity could be changed so utterly… And a goddess with the same virginial protection as Astraea’s own, at that. How? How could this have happened? What could have overwhelmed her resistance?

Something rattled down the tunnel – a loose stone bouncing over the floor. Instantly, the goddess turned and shone her light into the darkness, revealing… nothing. But Astraea was no fool – she could feel the oppressive presence that had stalked her since she arrived down here drawing close. It was here, she knew it was.

“Show yourself!” She demanded, taking a protective stance over her sister goddess, her eyes scouring the tunnel ahead for any sign of approach. If some beast stalked these tunnels, then she would soon show it the folly of attacking her. She didn’t need her scales to put the fear of a goddess into them!

There was no answer to her cry – just quiet moans as Artemis realised her potential new fuck buddy had left, and she returned to exploring her new divine curves. The silence started to stretch on, moments turning to minutes, and nothing moved up ahead in the cave. Perhaps she’d been jumping at shadows after all…

“Hi there!”

“Huh?” A voice called out to greet her, an oddly familiar one she just couldn’t place, and before she could even think to do otherwise, Astraea found herself turning around and- “Mmph!”

Warm, soft lips enveloped hers, and she found herself staring in dazzled shock into a pair of pink, vapid eyes. There was a shock of blonde hair around the edges of her vision, but she couldn’t pull her gaze away from those beautiful pools of pink – they seemed to suck her in, pulling her under like an anchor tied to her foot. A sweet tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with her own, and she felt a delightfully pleasant surge as some kind of delicious magic began to seep into her essence, slowly softening her thoughts and sapping her strength…

“Hey! Arty first!”

Suddenly, an impact from the side broke the kiss, and sent Astraea and her assaulter sprawling. For a moment, the blonde goddess’s world was a tumble of boobs and butts, before she found herself laying on her back against the smooth stone floor. Nearby, she heard a loud collection of wet sounds, along with a growing chorus of moans – Artemis, and that oh-so-familiar voice again…

Her head was spinning as she staggered to her feet, fingers pressing to her still warm lips, and coming away with pink lipstick smeared against them. In a flash, she realised just how close she’d come to- to, well, something indescribable, just from a simple kiss. Indescribable and, she feared, irreversible. As Artemis’s brainless cries filled the tunnel, Astraea suddenly understood, with an ice cold shudder of fear, that she had just nearly joined her in her big breasted, brainless fate.

Her chest was still tingling…

Without a word, or even a rational decision, the goddess of justice bolted, sprinting off down the tunnel path and leaving her sister divinity behind with… With whatever that had been. It was too late for her now, she knew. She’d only brushed against that power briefly, for less than a second – but if it had gone on any longer, it would have swallowed her whole, and changed her utterly. What kind of monster had these fools created?!?

She didn’t stop running for a long time, until even the echoes of her fellow god’s cries of pleasure had faded into the distance. There was no rhyme or logic to her route – she took each split in the path at random, hurrying from one junction to the next, always aiming to move as far away from where she had left the beast as she could.

Until finally, she stumbled into something new. A door, set almost flush with the wall. It looked like it had some interesting carvings engraved into its face, but by this point Astraea didn’t care. She shouldered her way through and slammed it shut behind her, before finally resting her back against it as she got her breath back, chest still heaving from her exertion. Hopefully, that was enough. There was no way anyone could have followed her all the way out-

“Hello?”

“Ngh!” The goddess almost became the first divinity to die of a heart attack. Hand pressed against her breast, her head shot around to see who dared shock her so.

The figure she saw… was not what she expected. They too were naked, which seemed to be the standard around here. And female as well, which fit the pattern. But unlike herself or Artemis, this new woman’s hair wasn’t blonde – at least, not fully. From the roots to her shoulders, yes, it was the same platinum that was all too common in this pit, but from there her hair flowed all the way down to her hips, and it was the colour of a purple rose while it did it. Nor were her curves anywhere like the exaggerated hourglass that Artemis had sported. This woman, Astraea quickly judged, was in the same position as she was – a victim of the labyrinth, but not corrupted by their traps. At least, not fully.

“Who are you?” The fully blonde goddess demanded, her patience for manners quite exhausted. “I can sense your divine nature, but I do not recognise you. Are you of another pantheon?”

“I am,” the (mostly) purple haired woman nodded, visibly relaxing as she realised that Astraea wasn’t corrupted. “My name is Scáthach-Skadi… Though I suppose Skadi will do. I am of the Norse pantheon.”

“Astraea.” The goddess of justice nodded with returned respect. “Greek pantheon.”

There was a pause as both divine spirits considered whether it was worth it or not to start something, since they were, technically rivals. With a joint sigh, neither went for it.

Instead, Skadi spoke up, her voice full of relief. “Enemy or no, I’m glad to meet someone else down here who isn’t…”

“… Utterly vapid?” Astraea finished the thought for her. “Yes, I met another goddess who hasn’t been so lucky. Her brains had practically leaked out of her ears… Or into her breasts. And I could feel the place trying to do the same to me. Fortunately my nature protects me against that kind of thing – to an extent. Though I notice you don’t have that same protection – might I ask how you’ve avoided that fate?”

Skadi’s shoulders slumped, a sad expression crossing her face. “Luck, mostly. But when I was thrown down here, I was accompanied by three Valkyries. They managed to slow my fall enough to avoid that poison lake, but… Soon the mists were beginning to affect them. I tried to offer what aide I could… Sadly, it was little help. And then that… thing showed up…”

Ah. The goddess of justice nodded. “The beast. I saw it, briefly, and I was lucky to escape.”

“Yes.” Skadi sighed. “As was I. My Valkyries sacrificed themselves to give me time to run. I didn’t want to, but they insisted… Their screams as I fled still haunt me.” Though, doubtless, they hadn’t been screams of pain…

“And so you arrived here.” Astraea looked around. “What is this place?”

The décor in this room was certainly different from the featureless stone tunnels she’d just escaped. No longer were the walls smoothed, uneven stone. No, the room the two goddesses had found themselves in had been carefully carved out of the earth, creating a room with solid walls and a tiled floor. More a structure than a simple cave. Hm, could it be that they’d reached a higher elevation, closer to the city?

Skadi herself didn’t seem to know. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I’ve not explored much further than this room. Unfortunately I keep getting turned around.”

“Turned around?”

The purple haired goddess nodded. “Yes. Come, I’ll show you what I mean.”

She stepped over to one of the far doors, and Astraea followed after her, seeing no reason not to. The hallway beyond was a simple one, as neatly designed as the room that preceded it, but then the room after that…

The just goddess froze in place, startled for just a moment as she saw someone entering the room across from her just as she stepped through the door. Blonde, naked, with a rather large chest… It took her an embarrassingly long moment to realise she was staring at her own reflection.

“Mirrors?”

“A lot of them,” Skadi confirmed. And it was true – just looking around, Astraea could see her image being reflected from all over the place, at all kinds of angles. “A maze of them, in fact.”

The blonde nodded, stepping up to the closest one, and inspecting herself carefully. Were her breasts… bigger? A little, perhaps. Was that from her dip in the pool, or from her brush with the beast’s lips? … There was no point in dwelling on it, but she’d best make sure to avoid any further perils from now on.

“A cheap trick to try to keep us from escaping,” she stated with confidence, hands resting on her bare hips. “It will not work – not now that I am here. You needn’t worry – we Greeks know a thing or two about mazes.”

Skadi smiled, charmed despite herself. “I suppose that’s true. Very well, lead the way. I’ll be most grateful if you can get us both out of here.”

Astraea nodded, a slight grin on her lips, and then turned and began walking – the Norse goddess following closely in her wake. The task ahead was anything but simple, despite the confidence that the divine spirit had projected. This maze had been specifically designed to confuse and disorientate those with godly mindsets, and crossing through it was going to be challenging no matter what they did. None the less, as a god – and the god of justice, no less – she had no option but to press forward, and face all challenges directly.

Still, despite her hidden doubts, at first everything went well. Their progress through the maze of mirrors wasn’t marred by any turn arounds or stumbles. With two Servants making their way at once, the eternally recurring reflections weren’t as confusing, and they both had an anchor they could use to orient themselves with. Before too long, both goddesses were confident that they were gaining ground, feeling like the floor was steadily sloping upwards, helping them rise towards their goal.

Then, as they were weaving through another nest of mirrors, Skadi gasped.

“What- Over there!” She pointed, her face pale. “I thought I saw something move…”

Astraea looked over with a frown – but all she could see was her own reflection. Frowning, she turned to her companion. “There’s nothing there.”

But Skadi just shook her head. “I saw something. We’re not alone in here. Be careful.”

For a moment, the blonde considered brushing off the woman’s concerns. She had been trapped in here for longer, after all, and she’d had plenty of time to stew in her own paranoia. But on the other hand…

“Alright.” She nodded, her eyes scanning their surroundings all the harder. Why take the risk, after all.

She’d barely made it another step before something flashed in the corner of her eye. Something blonde, just at the edge of her vision. “There!”

But whatever it was, it had vanished before either of them could get a good look. Still, the message was clear – something was playing with them.

The blonde goddess swallowed. Again, that feeling of being stalked prickled at the back of her neck, and her blurred encounter with the beast flickered in her memory. Had it caught up with them already…?

Taking a breath, she made a decision. “Hurry,” she told her companion – before breaking into a sprint. Skadi may have been surprised by her decision for a moment, but she caught on quickly, following as fast as she could – which, as it turned out, was more than fast enough. The pair ran through the maze of reflections, charging past a dozen charging duplicates, and swerving around a dozen more confusing copies, desperately seeking escape.

And all the while, the quick glimpses and moving shadows of something chasing after them grew closer and closer…

Until finally, their luck ran out. The pair dashed between another pair of mirrors, only to find themselves confronted with their panicked looking reflections in every direction. They’d hit a dead end. And before they could escape it, they heard an all too familiar sound.

A giggle.

Stepping out behind them was a blonde woman, with breasts possibly even bigger than Artemis’s had been – and pink eyes even emptier. Her lips was thick and painted with pink lipstick, her slit dripping with pink juices, and her hair bound in lengthy, flowing blonde pigtails.

Astraea blinked, and spoke without thinking. “Rin?”

She wasn’t altogether sure why she said it. The urge came entirely from her human half. And yet, it felt right to say. Yes, yes she was absolutely sure of it. This curvaceous parody of a woman in front of her was named Rin. There could be no mistake.

Which was why it was so confusing when the woman giggled at her, and said, “Huh? No way! My name’s Ishti~ … Or was it Eshy?” She put a finger to her pouty pink lips and pondered. “Like, I can never remember…”

Hm. Oh well. Once again, Astraea fell into an aggressive stance – this time with Skadi at her side. “Whatever your name is, stand aside. You may have blindsided us before, but this time we are prepared. If you come any closer, you will suffer the true wrath of the gods!”

Finding that ‘the beast’ that she’d so feared was dimmer than a black hole was awkward, and a little disappointing, but all the same it meant that perhaps the situation was not as dire as she’d let herself believe. This woman was no unstoppable magical creature – now that they could see her coming, she and Skadi would be more than capable of fending her off.

If she was hoping to threaten ‘Ishti’ off, though, she was disappointed. The bimbo, predictably, just giggled at her. “That was a lot of super long words! But, like, so you don’t want me to come over there? Then how about you cum to me instead~!”

Astraea scoffed – both at the immaturity on display, and also at the sheer stupidity of the idea – but there was something worrying about the way ‘Ishti’ had said that. At her side, Skadi shifted uncomfortably, her eyes narrow. “Careful,” she muttered. “Simple as she is, she has a scheme in mind.”

The blonde goddess nodded, her own gaze fixed firmly on their opponent. The instant the other woman made a move, she was ready to react. An attack, a magical blast, whatever she tried, she was prepared.

Or, so she thought.

But when the enemy blonde moved, it wasn’t to jump forward, or attack. Instead, she simply… bounced in place. Lifted herself up on her toes, and then dropped back down, like an impatient child. Again, Astraea couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at how pathetic ‘the beast’ had turned out to be.

And when ‘Ishti’ did it a second time, her patience began to fray.

“Is that it?!” She snapped, almost taking a step forward to threaten the woman, only Skadi’s restraining arm holding her back. “Are you just going to stand there hopping in place?”

“Like, duh! How dumb can you get?” The bimbo practically purred, folding her arms behind her head and pushing her chest out as she bobbled up and down once again. “I’m not hopping! I’m bouncing~ Can’t you tell?”

Astraea’s eye twitched. Something about a woman with that face mocking her really tweaked her temper. “Fine,” she hissed, trying to reign herself in and remind herself of the seriousness of the situation. “You’re bouncing. Is that really all you’re going to do?”

“I dunno.” The other blonde was starting to speed up now, bouncing up and down on her toes in quick succession, her chest jiggling with every motion. “Is it? Maybe you’re, like, missing something suuuper obvious~”

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

The goddess of justice frowned. Something… obvious?

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

There was something, actually. She could feel it. Something she was seeing that she wasn’t quite seeing. ‘Ishti’ was doing something, but Astraea couldn’t put her finger on what. It was right in front of her, she was sure. Her eyes narrowed, and she focused on the other woman even harder, her head starting to bob up and down…

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce!

By now, ‘Ishti’ had stopped moving, actually, leaving all the bouncing to her chest, which was still merrily jiggling along. The goddess’s gaze remained fixed upon them, ignoring the rest. Clearly the real trick was here, nestled between those two fascinating orbs, bouncing up and down, just like Astraea’s head. Boing, boing, boing~

There was something kind of… pleasant, about this, actually. Just in watching those jugs jiggling like that. It was relaxing, in a way. Honestly, she could probably watch this all-…

“No!” Suddenly, a voice at her side shot through her head. “Look- look away! She’s enchanting us!”

Panic gripped Astraea’s heart, and with a sudden surge of adrenaline she wrenched her head away from where it had been stuck, staring at the beast’s tits. It was significantly harder than it should have been, her neck not wanting to move, but her iron will would not be denied, and she managed to turn, gasping for breath from the sheer exertion that had taken.

… Only to then find herself staring at those same tits again, her vision immediately filled with creamy, bouncy goodness. The reflections! Horror filled her as she realised what was happening, but there was nowhere she could look, no place she could use to avert her gaze. Every mirror was filled with boobs, every angle flooded with funbags. By now she couldn’t even close her eyes.

Couldn’t even look away.

Didn’t even want to.

Why… Why would she ever… want to look away… from these…

Breasts…

Astraea’s shoulders slumped, her jaw hanging slack as a trickle of drool began to run down the side of her mouth. A moment later, and two divine sets of knees hit the floor, both blonde and purple haired goddesses reduced to blank, drooling dolls before the power of the beast’s chest.

And the beast just giggled, wrapping one arm under her breasts to proudly offer them forward – her free hand extending a beckoning finger.

Neither goddess needed to be told twice. As one, both bolted forward, scrambling across the tiled floor, desperate to be the first to reach paradise. Astraea, being the fittest, was the first to reach the goal, her head nestling joyfully between those two heavenly pillows, her lips suckling eagerly upon a proffered nipple, a taste of pink sliding across her tongue…

… And then she was shoved aside, cast down like Prometheus hurdling down Mount Olympus, crashing against the floor and rolling away. The sudden impact stunned her, sent her thickening head spinning, and managed to shake the afterimage of boobs out of her brain. For a long, long moment, all she could do was lay there, face pressed against the ground, breathing hard as she tried to regain control.

By the time she looked up, it was too late to do anything. All she could do was watch the horror show unfold.

Skadi had taken her place in ‘Ishti’s grasp – the beast gently nursing the Norse goddess, stroking her purple hair as the woman drank deep from the blonde’s chest, cheeks swelling, pink droplets dripping down her chin. And before Astraea’s eyes, every stroke of her hand seemed to make the remaining purple shrink more and more – until it was all gone, and she too joined the platinum blonde club.

That was far from the only change, though. The goddess’s breasts were swelling, pumping up another cup size with every desperate gulp that echoed from the woman’s throat. Her ass, too, was plumping up – something that became evident when the beast’s free hand slid down and gave her cheeks a firm smack, drawing a startled, but delighted, moan from her captive.

What horrified Astraea the most, though, was her companion’s eyes. Slowly, she watched them turn from empty and entranced, as they were at first, to glazed, and unfocused, as they steadily became. But then, something even deeper, even more profound, began to change within those deep red eyes. The glaze became thicker, deeper… Began to move from simple mindlessness to simple mindedness. Her gaze became slow, and then vapid, and then, as they slowly shimmered from red to pink, they became purely, uncompromisingly, stupid.

A giggle erupted from Skadi’s still pursed lips, more steams of pink leaking over her cheeks, and Astraea knew it was over. There was no difference now, between the once proud princess of the Norse, and the lithe huntress of the moon. Both were bimbos, through and through.

She had no choice. She had to run – before the two blondes remembered she was here. Silently, she rose to her feet, and, careful not to let herself look at those enchanting tits again, she retreated. The hall of mirrors soon swallowed her, leaving the other pair behind – but their moans, and soon, screams of delight, followed her for a very long time afterwards.

…

By the time she finally stumbled to a stop, there were very few mirrors left, and a flowing current of air told her she was near the surface. Even the architecture had changed, once again. Now this place was finely decorated, with marble columns and familiarly lewd statues decorating the walls. She was close to the temple proper now, she was certain of it. Her flight had taken her even closer to the exit.

Not that she expected it to be as easy as just strolling out the door. She was sure this place had a few more tricks up its sleeves. After all, doubtless, a goddess like her was never supposed to escape the pit. The entire labyrinth was supposed to be some kind of divine disposal network – one that had come frighteningly close to succeeding twice now.

In fact…

With a touch of reluctance, Astraea walked over to one of the last remaining mirrors, and studied her reflection. The taste of the beast’s pink corruption still stung sweet on her tongue, and she knew she hadn’t gotten away from her unscathed. Sure enough, her chest had grown – a more modest pair of cantaloupes swollen into a set of melons instead. Her thighs had thickened as well, her ass good and round, while her waist had sinched in an inch or two, stealing definition from her proud abs.

What was more was that she could swear her lips had plumped up a little, and in the right light she thought she could see a hint of pink around her irises. Troubling. Worst of all, though, was the slight haze she could feel around her thoughts, as though her brain had developed a layer of wool between her synapses. It was nothing debilitating, she could still think clearly, but certain processes were taking longer than she liked. She was slower to notice things, and her trains of thought were starting to vanish out on the line. She needed to get out under the stars and restore herself as soon as possible, or…

Or… Ah…

She shook her head, trying to refocus. Okay, the actual worst part was how devastatingly horny she felt. Her blood was racing with hormones, her body aching for pleasure. She could see how stiff her nipples had gotten, and how wet her lower lips had become. She was practically dripping on the stone floor.

The goddess wanted to blame her human half for this – as a virgin goddess, she never should have known such temptation – but she knew it ran deeper than that. This entire labyrinth, no, this entire city, was built on lust, lust that had been trying to corrupt her since the moment she’d arrived. And thanks to their traps, and not to mention their beast, it had been pretty successful. Not enough to infect her completely, but she could tell her virgin resistance was straining. Any other goddess would already have plunged her hands between her legs and squirted her brains out by now, she was sure, and she could take no small degree of pride in that. How long could her resistance hold out, though, she had to wonder…

No. She shook her head again, and turned away from the mirror. Dwelling on things like that was pointless. She would continue on and persevere, even in the face of such adversity. She was justice, after all. She would always triumph in the end.

Resolutely, Astraea pressed on, trying to forget her reflection, and how much it reminded her of Skadi as the other goddess had plunged into the brainless abyss, never to return. Tried to forget the bliss in those vapid eyes as they’d glazed over completely for the last time…

Up ahead was a grand set of double doors. They were twice the size of any man, carved from a dark, expensive wood, inlaid with gems and coated in gold. None of that protected them, or their hinges, from the goddess’s foot.

Beyond them, she found herself striding into some kind of arena. A ring of dirt that stretched from one end of the room to the other, between her and gateway to a set of marble stairs that led upwards. Could that be the exit, at long last?

Unfortunately, that wasn’t something she had room to worry about. Because standing in the way of those stairs, rooted firm between the goddess and her freedom, was an all too familiar blonde.

“Oh, like, hey, there you are!” ‘Ishti’ waved cheerfully. “I totally lost you down there! Wanna have some fun now?”

Astraea glared, her naked body moving into an aggressive combat stance without a thought. “Impossible. How did you get ahead of me?!”

The blonde shrugged. “Took a short cut. Duh.”

“…” The goddess took a breath. Let it go, let it go. Try something else instead. “I understand that you, too, are as much a victim of this place as any of the other goddesses I’ve seen down here. If you allow me to pass, I will destroy the people who have turned you into this… pathetic mockery of whoever you once were. Stand aside.”

For a moment, it almost seemed like the bimbo was considering it. Then she giggled again. “But then, like, who would fuck me?” The idea seemed outright bizarre to her. “That’d be super dull. Let’s just sixty nine instead, yeah? It’ll be lots of fun once your brains go pop, trust me~”

It had been a longshot. Astraea sighed, and then firmed her resolve. She knew this woman – this creature’s tricks now. She wouldn’t fall so easily. “Very well then. You leave me no choice!”

And with that, she charged, keeping her body low to the ground and flying forward as quickly as her Servant augmented strength could go. This was a battle of speed, after all. She knew better than to lock eyes onto her opponent’s tits – or her ass, for that matter, which doubtless had similar qualities. No, the key to this fight would be taking overwhelming advantage as quickly as possible, preventing the bimbo beast from using any of her talents to ensnare her. That was her only chance!

Ishti certainly didn’t have good enough reactions to deal with her sudden turn of speed. She just stood there stupidly as Astraea approached, not even trying to dodge as the goddess slammed into her middle and wrapped her arms around her waist, driving her to the ground. The pair rolled a few times, heads tumbling over heels, until they settled with a slam – the beast on her back, goddess sitting on her belly and pinning her arms at her sides with a victorious grin on her face.

“Wow!” The bimbo giggled as her eyes stopped spinning. “Like, if you wanted to be on top you just had to say so~”

But Astraea knew better than to let herself get distracted by words now. At this close range, the beast had any number of seductive options, all powered by the lust of this city. She couldn’t give her the chance to use any of them. Just the mere feeling of the blonde’s skin rubbing against her own was making her start to tremble, the heat from before slowly gathering between her legs. This had to be finished, and quickly.

With firm resolve, she raised a fist, all of her power gathering inside a gem clenched between her fingers. It would cost her most of her remaining mana, but with it a single blow would be enough to destroy the labyrinth’s guardian, and allow her escape. The loss of strength wouldn’t matter once she reached the open sky – she’d be restored in moments. All of it, everything she had, could be used to end this disgrace right here and now!

“Foul creature,” she growled, her fist starting to shine as her strengthening technique completed. “Pay for your crimes! My gem, finish her!”

She swung – and as she did, blinding light filled the arena…

But at the last instant, someone grabbed her from behind, yanking her off the beast and hauing her up into the air, her arms pinned at her sides. “What?!?”

“Heeey, no fair Ishti!” A weirdly familiar voice whined from behind her, and she felt a very soft pressure pressing into her bare back. “I saw her first!”

“Huh?” The blonde on the floor blinked, confusion wrinkling her brow. “I thought I was Eshy?”

“Oh.” The voice also sounded confused. “Then, wait, am I Ishti?” The arms around Astraea tightened as she struggled. “I can never remember… Anyway, whatever! This one’s mine!”

“Nuh-uh!” ‘Eshy’… ‘Ishti’…. The one on the floor pouted and pushed herself to her feet, her tits bouncing all the while. “I totally found her in the tunnels and stuff! She’s mine!”

“Well I found her in the mirror part, and I didn’t see you anywhere near her!” There was a sound very much like someone sticking their tongue out. “So, mine!”

The blonde she’d fought pouted and huffed. “She got away for a bit, but, like, I found her again! Gimme her back!”

“So did I! No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

Horror sent Astraea’s stomach plummeting like a stone. “Heavenly father,” she whispered, straining her neck to look over her shoulder and confirm. Familiar blonde hair waited for her. “There are two of you.”

“Shut up Luvia!” The yell came in complete unison from either side, and for a moment all three blondes were caught in a moment of deja vu. Then the arguing resumed.

“Anyways, I wanna fuck her! I’m the best at it!”

“No way! I’m totally the best at fucking and you know it!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yu-huh!”

Astraea tried to struggle, of course, but she’d just put all of her energy into a blown attack, and her captor was far, far stronger than she had any right to be. All her squirming accomplished was make her feel hornier, the second beast’s tits still pressing into her back. She was incredibly weak right now… To escape, she’d have to try something else. Something she expected these two idiots to be quite weak to – cunning.

“If…” The goddess swallowed, unable to believe she’d been forced to stoop to this. “If you need to know who the best is, why not f-fuck each other?” Greek goddess she may have been, but that virginial trait did come with some drawbacks. “Then… Then the best one can have me…”

It was a desperate ploy, but a strong one, she felt. She only needed to distract these two for a little bit – long enough for her to reach the stairs. So far she’d always been able to outrun them, so if she could get a little distance, she’d be able to escape again, she was sure. And with how little room either woman seemed to have in their heads for anything other than sex, there was no way they could turn her idea down…

Except…

“Hmmm…” The blonde in front of her stroked her chin in ‘deep’ thought. “Nah. Whenever we do that she always says she was the best.”

“Hey, so do you!”

“It never works!” She shrugged, her tits bouncing, and Astraea struggling not to fall victim to their lure once again. “We need, like, an impartiya… an impymarshal… a sexy judge! Oh! I know!” An eager grin crossed Ishti… or maybe Eshy’s face, her pink eyes staring right at the goddess in her twin’s grip. “You can totally tell us who the best one is!”

“Wha-?”

“Oh yeaaaah!” The twin behind her bounced in happy agreement. “That’s perfect! We can both fuck you, and then you can tell us who the best is! Super easy!”

Shit. “W-wait, no, I’m, I’m not very good at judging these kinds of things…!”

“It’s fine,” the one she’d pinned down earlier assured her, stepping closer. “We can just both fuck you at once, and whoever makes you cum first is the winner!”

The holes in that plan were so astounding that the entire idea was more hole than plan, and Astraea didn’t even know where to start. “N- no, you- you can’t!”

“Sure I can!” The blonde giggled. “I’ve got a great toy for this kinda thing~”

There was a flash of light, and suddenly the woman was wearing a large, pink strap-on with a golden harness. Astraea could feel her eyes widening as she stared at it, her inexperience in this area making her heart tremble. “There’s- there’s no way anything like that could ever fit…!”

“Shhhh…” The beast stepped closer, stroking her cheek. “Don’t worry. You’ll love it~”

“Yeah!” There was another flash of light, and then the goddess’s breath hitched as she felt another shaft rub up against her ass cheeks, sending a pleasant tingle rushing through her hips. “We’re, like, totally the best at this~”

She swallowed, and tried to force her legs closed, but her treacherous, horny thighs refused to lock, instead spreading themselves wide to invite their desperately needed relief. She struggled, but her weak arms couldn’t break free, and her squirming just got her squished inside a delightfully soft titty sandwich. She tried to cry out, but a finger pressed against her lips, sealing them shut.

“Save your breath,” the beast advised, a hungry smile on her face. “You’re going to need it.”

Then she felt the twins line up against her lower holes, and-

Thrust!

Thrust!

“OH!”

Pop!

It happened in an instant, though to her, it felt like an eternity. The second that the beast’s shafts penetrated her, the goddess’s virgin trait dissolved, stolen away by a pair of divine shafts. And with it gone, her resistance vanished, utterly obliterated by a single set of thrusts – unleashing all of the magical bimbofying energies of Cockaigne that said resistance had been keeping at bay.

It flooded into her with no restraint or remorse. Her breasts, already grown, and her ass, earlier plumped, inflated like pool toys on the pump, swelling up to sizes that would have taken her breath away, had it not already been stolen by pleasure. The curves of her body swiftly became truly incredible – the kind of figure that only a goddess could possess – easily dwarfing every bimbo’s that she’d seen thus far save the beasts herself.

Lipstick spread itself over her thickening lips. Nail polish over her lengthening nails. Glistening oil doused her skin as her muscles faded into pure curves, her trademark strength melting away in a rush of joy. Her eyes glazed, swirling with colour, and her mouth curled into a smile as the power of Cockaigne inside her grew stronger and stronger…

The sweet, pink essence of bimbo seeped into her brain, steadily dying everything in it pink, until pink was all that remained. Then, like a slowly inflating balloon, the pink grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, the fabric of her mind stretching thinner and thinner, until-

Pop!

“Aahn!” With a sharp, bellowing cry, she came, her thoughts, her desires, her intelligence and grace, everything in her head that wasn’t about sex and more sex, squirted out of her cunt. Then, she relaxed, slumping in her lover’s arms, breathing deep and sighing with delight.

A giggle rang through the arena. Followed by a second. And a third. Someone moaned, another groaned, and another gasped. Three sets of vapid pink eyes met, each filled with nothing but mindless lust… And a moment later, the three bimbos plunged straight back into pleasure.

…

In the end, figuring out who was the best fuck was a total bust. Ishti (or maybe Eshy) took great care of her cunt, and was really, really good at squeezing her boobs, but Eshy (or maybe Ishti) was just amazing riding her ass, and knew exactly how to squeeze her cheeks. It was like, totally impossible to choose between them! Even after testing it lots and lots and lots and lots…

But eventually they’d had to stop. Not ‘cuz they were tired or anything, no way, they were totes gods of fucking~ No, it was ‘cuz Master showed up!

“Ah, our latest great divinity,” he’d said, which had confused the busty bimbo a little, but she’d just kept smiling and nodding like her sister sluts as he spoke, and she didn’t think he noticed. “I wondered how you would fare down here. It seems you passed your trial with flying colours. I don’t think I’ve seen a slut like you made in this fine temple since these two arrived.”

He reached down and petted the blonde twins on the head, drawing pleased purrs and giggles from them both. Sandwiched between them, all the newest bimbo could do was whine at being ignored.

“In fact, looking at how well you’ve taken to this place, I think we’ve just gained a new guardian of the labyrinth. I’m sure your sisters will show you the ropes – once they’re done showing you their cunts, anyway.”

The trio giggled happily. They definitely understood that.

“But first,” he continued, pulling his hands back and opening his robes, revealing the unclothed body beneath – especially a certain large, erect member. “I believe you’re due a proper baptism. Come, Astraea – although I suppose Asty is more suitable for you now. Come and receive your welcoming gift.”

Immediately, the whining boot was on the other foot. Entranced, the goddess in the middle drifted forwards, her plump lips tingling at the thought of serving their true purpose, as the two goddesses beside her pouted with jealousy. And as she wrapped her lips around that most sacred shaft, attending her most holy of duties, she knew she’d found the reason she had been summoned here – for a brief moment, at least, before pink hormones scrubbed even that faint memory out of her mind.

“Well, Asty?” The high priest of the temple chuckled, patting her platinum blonde head as the other two sluts dealt with their disappointment the only way they knew how – burying their tongues in one another. “What do you think of our fair city? Have you finally decided on your judgement?”

She nodded, moaning around the cock in her mouth as one of her hands dipped between her legs and the other worked the shaft. Yes, even with her head as empty as a Saber’s food bowl and her brain scrubbed clean by a bimbo brush and licked up by a bimbo tongue for good measure, she knew about judgement. The urge was carved deep into the very bones of her existence. So long as even a single particle of her still existed, she would determine the worth of all around her.

And what was her judgement of Cockaigne?

That it was, like, totally fucking awesome! Duh! Almost as good as the cock in her mouth!

Yeah, it was basically the best thing ever. And she couldn’t wait to share her findings with her fellow gods~

Yum!