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Hi folks!

Well, it's been a while since I last did one of these. I hope there's something in here for everyone ^^.

Uh, in future, how would you guys like me to do these large story dumps? I know having them all in one post makes it difficult to find the ones you want later, but there's way too many to post individually. Any ideas?

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Contents:

1: Pokemon - Lucario encounters Delia Ketchum, and adds her to his growing collection of Pikagirls (TF and mild bimbofication)

2: Fate - Anastasia and Marie Antoinette find themselves in the Servant Trap (Bimbofication)

3: RWBY - Rwby Massages, Interlewd Willow - Willow Schnee gets a transformative massage (Massage TF)

4: One Piece - Nami and Nico Robin enjoy some time on Bimbo Beach! (Bimbofication)

5: Unity - Some heroines fall victim to a pair of villain Vtubers... (Droneification)

6: OC - A pair of adventurers go undercover as maids. This was a mistake (Maidification)

7: OC - A fanatical soldier gets turned into a fanatical Mecha (Mecha TF)

8: P5 - Haru wakes up as a spoiled noble, and convinces Makoto she was always this way (Rich Bitch TF and maidificaiton)

9: Smash - Zelda, Samus, and Peach find themselves in an unfortunate situation (Sexdoll TF)

10: Konosuba - A corrupted Eris has a special treat in mind for her favourite crusader (Statue TF)

11: Fate - Luvia finds a assnotized Rin, only to fall victim to her hypnotic hind as well (Inanimate TF)

12: OC - Olivia crosses the wrong company (Droneification)

13: OC - A curious librarian finds a book full of fairies... (Fairy TF)

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Request: Lucario adds Ash's mom to his harem by turning her into another Pikachu Pokebabe

Delia Ketchum wasn’t sure where she was going, but that fact didn’t feel very important tonight. The weather so warm lately, and her mind so distracted with recent events, she’d found precious little rest in her small home in Pallet. An evening stroll had seemed like just the thing she’d needed – and now, she’d been walking for a few hours, and showed no sign of stopping.

The long grass was quiet as she passed, with no sign of the usual wild Pokémon lurking within to assault wandering travellers. Something was keeping them at bay, leaving Delia with just a nice, quiet night to enjoy. The moon was full, the stars were shining, and the breeze was pleasantly refreshing. It was almost like she was out on her very own Pokémon journey.

The thought made the brunette giggle to herself, before her spirits dampened a little. She was no stranger to the practice of travelling the world battling Pokémon, even though she’d never done it herself. Her father, her husband, even her son had all gone out on those journeys over the years. Honestly, the thought of such a quest always brought a pang of loneliness to her heart. Even though she understood and supported her loved ones following their dreams, there was still a part of her that always felt their absence. Perhaps that was the feeling that drew her out here tonight.

Or perhaps it was something else. For as much as she wasn’t thinking about it, as much as her thoughts kind of… slid around the very idea of thinking about it, she knew she was going… somewhere. She didn’t know where or why – that just didn’t feel very important right now – but she was headed somewhere specific, she was sure. It was like someone, somewhere, was calling out to her. A signal that only she could hear.

It had led her quite far now. The dim lights of Pallet and the distant sounds of civilisation had all faded out of sight long ago. The weaving path she’d wandered, confidently treading down trails she’d never known existed before, had taken her deep into the hills, not marked by any road or route. But she still felt serene, still felt confident, as if she’d never stepped outside the bounds of her front lawn. Everything was fine, a voice whispered in her mind. Just keep going.

Everything was fine. Even when a shadow jumped out at her from the darkness, driving her to the ground and pinning her under its weight.

“Oh. Hello there.” A warm greeting and a gentle smile were the only answers she could give. “Will you let me pass? There’s somewhere I’m supposed to be…”

The weight on top of her shifted a little. Warm, soft fur pressed against her skin, and moonlight illuminated large, bouncy curves hovering over her head. “Master! Master, I caught someone! Come see, come see!”

A deep chuckle filled the air, and from up ahead, Delia heard footsteps approaching. “So you have, Arcanine. So you have. Good girl.”

“!!!” Delia felt the woman on top of her gasp, her body going stiff as her spine seemed to roll with delight. Apparently, she’d really enjoyed being called a good girl. Good for her. Though, it was odd to hear a human go by the name of a Pokémon like that…

“And as for you… Ah, why hello there miss!” The footsteps drew closer, and into the moonlight stepped a blue-furred Pokémon. One that looked familiar. Didn’t Ash have one like that? “My, now this is a pleasant surprise. Whatever could have brought such a beautiful flower up into my mountains?”

L-something, she was sure. Lew… cardio, maybe? Oh dear, she really just didn’t know that much about Pokémon, if she was honest. “Ah, I’m sorry to trouble you. I’m just out for a walk. I think there’s someone on this mountain that I’m supposed to meet…”

“Is that so?” The blue Pokémon smiled. “Why, yes, I believe you’re here to meet me. And much earlier than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh.” Delia nodded politely. Yes, that sounded right. Even her slippery thoughts agreed – here was where she was supposed to be. “Well isn’t that nice.”

“My my…” He reached down and stroked her hair out of her face. “I only sent out the call last night, to see how far I could reach into others minds. And to think there’d be someone out there so weak willed! You must be very susceptible to hypnosis, my dear. Have you ever experienced anything like that? Fallen into a trance, or something similar?”

“Maybe once or twice,” she giggled, her glazed eyes glittering in the moonlight. Such a polite young man. For some reason, she felt like she could tell him anything. “It’s a nice feeling. It lets me know I’m wanted~”

“Ahhh.” He chuckled again, his blue furred fingers stroking her cheek. “Of course. I can see the loneliness in your aura as clear as day – as well as a certain familiar energy. I believe I know just what to do with you. Tell me, my dear – how would you like to never be alone again?”

The woman from Pallet found herself breathing deeply, a strange warmth curling around her heart. “I think I would like that very much…” Her smile was soft and blank.

His fingers rose to press against her forehead, and she had the strangest feeling, like they were pressing into her mind itself. “I thought you might.”

Just what was this Pokemon, anyway? Lucas? Lucidius? Lucari-

Oh!

The thoughts in her head, simple as they were, all popped at once, bursting like pink, juicy fireworks, their energy all flowing elsewhere. To her ears, which sharped and moved up on her head to poke through her copper hair. To her skin, which was moving from pale to a distinctively yellow shade. To her ass, which was already starting to tear through her skirt when a lightning shaped tail began to grow out of her coccyx…

But mostly to her breasts, which plumped up so quickly that they put the guard dog Pokebabe sitting on top of her to shame, and nearly threw her off for good measure. These yellow mountains shredded her top in an instant, giving her a proud, and maybe even unmatched, motherly figure that one could see the shape of from the other side of a tennis court.

The entire process felt deliriously good, her already wet cunt squirting as the memories of her former life drizzled out of her, unimportant and unneeded. Swimming in pleasure, the dazed and very much simplified mind of the newly born pikagirl giggled as she realised that she knew exactly what this mysterious Pokémon was called…

“Master!”

“That’s right,” he laughed, before scratching the dog under her chin. “You can let her go now, Arcanine. Return to your guard duties. I’ll take this one to meet her pika sisters – and see how well she compares to them in her new duties.”

There was a low growl of jealousy, but the Arcanine didn’t disobey – her weight shifting off of the pikagirl’s chest, before bounding away back into the night. The yellow pokebabe was swiftly back on her feet and swooning over the new love of her life. “I can’t wait to show you what I can do!”

“Well, you certainly have the energy of your sisters!” He grinned as he led her away. “Let’s see how you use it.”

She was smiling too, as she strutted on after him. She was sure she had a few tricks that would surprise him, though she didn’t really know where she’d learned them. One thing she did know for sure, though.

It was time for her own Pokémon journey to begin~

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Request: Servant Trap update. Anastasia and Marie Antoinette, both royal princesses, are initially displeased at being summoned to Cockaigne rather than the grand resort they had expected. To mollify them, they've been gifted an all-expenses paid shopping trip down the city's premier shopping street...

“This is not what I was promised,” Anastasia Romanov grumbled – she wasn’t whining, mind you, she was far too dignified to whine – and hugged Viy to her chest. “I should have known better than to trust any event organised by BB.”

“Now now, it’s not so bad, is it?” At her side, Marie Antoinette offered a comforting hand to rest against the Russian princess’s back. “I mean, sure, it looks like we ended up in the wrong place – this definitely isn’t ServantFES - but this city seems… nice…”

The two looked out upon the streets of Cockaigne. Smoke, haze, and industry dominated the landscape as far as the eye could see. It was like an environmentalist’s nightmare from the 1800s. It was about as far away from Hawaii as you could get.

“Eternal city of pleasures my ass,” said someone who certainly couldn’t have been the eternally dignified princess of Russia. “There’s nothing here! Just factories and hooded weirdos all over the place. Those cloaks don’t make you look mysterious, jackasses! Do your damn laundry already and put on some proper clothes!”

Marie had to hide a giggle, before offering her friend another pat on the back. “Well, all that aside, they did seem sorry to have diverted us, somehow. And look!” She brandished two large pink coupons with golden lettering, waving them in Ana’s face. “This all expenses paid shopping trip they offered us seems pretty all inclusive. Come on, let’s go check them out. Supposedly, they have the best shops in any singularity, all on the same street!”

“Uggh…” The gloomy princess allowed herself to be dragged along, drawn by her fellow noble’s enthusiasm, if nothing else. “Fiiiiine. But I want ice cream. ‘S too warm out here.”

The French queen looked back at her companion’s outfit – a billowing ballgown and a fancy fur cloak – and silently wondered how the woman had planned to cope with the heat over in Hawaii… But, well, some things were best left unsaid. Instead, she went with, “Sure! We can stop by the ice-cream store first. I’m sure they’ll have something!”

That would prove to be something of an understatement, if anything. The Highstreet was packed with storefronts, filled with goods and services that would have made the Queen of Sheba blush. Or possibly drool. While the atmosphere of the city was still just as smoky as ever, the glitz and glamour of the stalls and shops really was impressive, and the bustling (cloaked) crowds really did give the place a more energetic vibe than the rest of the city.

“See, Ana? Look at the selection.” Marie giggled as she urged her friend up to the counter of the first ice-cream shop they found. “Why don’t you get yourself something nice?”

“Hm…” Anastasia peered through the glass at the many tubs on display, before her eyes roamed upwards towards a long list of recipes and prices. “What’s the biggest treat you have?”

She was a princess, after all – she wouldn’t settle for anything less than the best.

The man at the counter grinned, and then produced a round, multi-layered ice pop, made up of many different swirling flavours, and decorated with sprinkles and chocolate. “The Royal Special – only the best for you, my lady.”

“Hmm.” She took it graciously, curiously licking the tip, before nodding. “Yes, this will do. My thanks, shopkeep.” Then she turned to Marie. “And now we must get something for you. It’s only fair.” Manners and decorum were skills she’d long learned by heart.

And naturally, Marie was in no hurry to dissuade her. “Heehee, why not? Hmm…” She peered out onto the street, eyes flicking from shop to shop, until… “Oh! A jewellers! How about we go over there and find something pretty?”

Anastasia had no objections – indeed, she was far too busy sucking on her new favourite treat to care where her friend dragged her too next. The flavours were delightful – far sweeter and tastier than anything she’d ever experienced while she was alive – and she was content to simply savour the experience, ignoring all else… Such as the way her lips were slowly plumping up around her icy snack with every suck… Or the way that the lolly she’d gotten to cool herself down was only starting to make her feel hotter…

Marie, of course, was oblivious to all of this, merrily making her way across the street with her fellow royal in tow. The shop that awaited her was full of beautiful things – not just rings and necklaces, but entire sculptures and works of art, decorated in gems and woven in gold. Even to a woman who’d lived a life of utter luxury as a royal, she couldn’t help but be impressed. “Oooh… Aren’t they wonderful, Ana?”

Her white-haired friend remained silent, aside from the occasional sound of sucking. Had the blonde looked back at her, she might have noticed that the ballgown that had caused the issue in the first place was starting to look awfully tight around its owner’s chest… But she was too captivated by the jewels to notice.

“I’m honoured to hear you like them, my lady.” Instead, her attention was grabbed by the shopkeeper entering the room behind the counter. “It’s always a delight to hear from a pleased customer. In fact, if you like, I was just about to start on a new piece. Would you like to model for it?”

“Oh!” Marie’s eyes lit up. “That sounds like fun, doesn’t it Ana?” She assumed, quite reasonably, that Anastasia had been nodding, instead of bobbing her head up and down along her sucker’s shaft. “I’d be delighted. Do I need to do anything special?”

“Not at all, my lady. Just step through here…” He opened the door to his studio. “And take a pose you like. I can handle the rest.”

“Alright. I’ll be right back, Ana! You enjoy yourself out here~” The French noble skipped inside towards the stage. Behind her, the Russian princess gave no indication that she’d heard her – but the way her free hand was starting to dip between her legs, rubbing through a tearing dress, certainly gave the impression that she’d be following her advice anyway.

Inside the studio, Marie quickly found a good spot and took a suitably proper, yet beautiful, pose. Oh, she was very experienced at sitting for this kind of thing – in life, she’d had no end of portraits painted… Though the ones towards the end, she would have preferred to avoid…

“So how long will this take?” She asked, suddenly quite keen to get her mind off those dark memories. “Will we be keeping her waiting long?”

“Not at all, your majesty,” the jeweller answered with a chuckle. “It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. We use a combination of the latest tools of both magic and technology. It still takes a lot of skill, but I can fashion a new statue quite quickly. Watch…”

And he set about to do exactly that, taking a seat at his workstation, his hands working quickly, magic and power crackling over the table. He seemed to be using a large gem, one of the largest Marie had ever seen – but she couldn’t get a clear view from where she was modelling…

Not until he finished, anyway – and surprisingly quickly, even given his warning, at that!

“Ta-da!” He presented his creation to his subject, offering it for her to take. “What do you think?”

Blinking, she looked down at the statuette that she now held in her hands. It was crystal, as clear as the air itself, and appeared to be all one piece. In a way, it reminded her of her noble phantasm – her crystal steed. But this… Was it supposed to be her? Hm. The face was right, at least, but the rest of it…

She was used to artists taking liberties, of course. But even in her wildest flights of fancy she’d never had a body image like this. Her breasts were simply huge, offered up to the viewer like casks of wine at a party. And her rump, well, this depiction had it as thick as three legs of ham! It was absurd, and even the ever cheerful monarch was finding it quite difficult not to take this as some kind of insult. Sure, she was French (ish), but even she had her limits. The fact that the statuette was completely nude did nothing to help, either.

But somehow, the worst of it was her expression. It was so empty, so… vapid. A stupid smile and moronic eyes, coupled with thick, pouty lips that tried to tempt the viewer… It was… It was…

… It was rather hard to look away from…

Something strange was happening. The statue, it was glowing with this odd, pink light – slowly at first, then building in intensity until it should have been blinding. Confused, the Queen tried to drop it, only to find that her fingers wouldn’t respond, remaining tightly latched around it. Nor could she close her eyes, her gaze trapped in the stupid, simple stare of her crystalline doppleganger.

Perhaps she should have panicked then, or tried to struggle in some other way – but an odd haze was falling over her mind, dulling her reactions and slowing her wits. She felt… She felt as though something was being sucked out of her, drained from her essence in the most indescribable way…

The eyes of her statue flashed.

Everything went pink.

When the light cleared, Marie stood in place, blinking rapidly. What… What had just happened? She felt… strange…

“Well, your highness?” The voice of the jeweller pierced her daze, and she spun around to face him, jiggling slightly from the momentum. “What do you think of your statue?”

Her lips curled in confusion – before she remembered the crystal Marie she was holding. Oh, right. Duh! With a giggle, she looked down at it again – only for her brow to crease into a frown. “Huh. Is this, like, really supposed to be me? It looks super weird…”

She handed it back to him so he could examine it himself. Indeed, the statue looked nothing like the blonde stood before him. After all, the crystal Marie looked like a woman with a brain – dressed in a flattering dress, with sharp, if friendly, eyes, and a plain, but cute figure. Dignified. Respectable.

Blonde, busty, and unquestionably vapid, the Marie in his studio probably couldn’t have spelled respectable if she’d been handed a dictionary to consult.

“She like, doesn’t even have tits bigger than her head!” The bimbo giggled, amazed at how not like her the statue looked. “Like, wow. I bet she gets no dick at all, y’know?”

“Hm. You’re right.” He shrugged and tossed the dignified Marie over his shoulder, ignoring the sound of it shattering on the floor. “Wonder how that happened. Well, sorry for wasting your time, your majesty.”

“That’s okay~” She sauntered up and wrapped her arms around his cloaked form, her titanic tits pressing against his chest as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You can totally make it up to me by letting me suck your cock~”

This was her version of being subtle.

He grinned. “You make a tempting offer… But first, let’s see how your friend is doing.” He moved over to the door leading back to the front of the shop. “She might need a little longer to-Oof!”

The moment he opened the door, he was bowled over by a white haired missile in a tattered cloak and little else. Looking up, he saw the great peaks of Russia – and above them, a desperately lusty face, still sucking on the last remains of her ice-pop.

“Like, f-fuck me,” Anastasia gasped, almost clawing at his chest. “Gotta- gotta fuck! I’m too… Too goddamn hot!”

Judging by the steam rising from her ears, the shopkeeper could tell her cold treat had done its job – melting down her brain in an icy slurry, leaving behind a hot and horny slut waiting to be used. And judging by her bouncing breasts – just as big as the new Marie’s – she was about done as well.

“Alright then,” he said, snapping his fingers and magically turning the sign on the door of his shop to ‘Closed’. “Let’s see what you sluts can do.”

The next morning, there’d be a new pair of jewels in the front of the store, ready to be bought and used by any interested buyers… And two new happy, horny citizens of Cockaigne, the city of eternal pleasures – of which, Anastasia’s ass would indeed be providing, as long as there was someone interested!

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Request: In that case how about RWBY Massages: Interlewd Willow, and yes that is intentional spelling. A short minisode where we see the massage Willow got before Neo found her and the wet dream that follows.

Minimal setup, just a paragraph or two before Willow’s on the table. A few details to see is both Weiss and Winter have already visited the FMP and gotten their big butts so we get a fun logic loop where Willow is convinced that since her daughters have such massive asses she must have one herself to pass down to them. Then we get the whole thirsting for her daughters that we’ll see in the wet dream.The only details for the dream is that it’s from her perspective and since it’s a dream we’re not beholden to regular logic so go ham there.

After the sparkling recommendations of her daughters, even a woman as… listless as Willow Schnee could be moved to investigate the almost magical reviews of the Faire Massage Parlour. After all, she deserved a little pampering, didn’t she? It wasn’t like she’d ever be getting anything of the sort from her husband.

That promise, and a little urging from Winter and Weiss, had served well enough to pull the reclusive Schnee matriarch from her manor, down through the city streets, through the glass doors, and now, onto a massage table, laying face down as tender hands rubbed oil into her back. The scent of candles was thick in the air here, and as she breathed deep she found herself relaxing, almost without meaning to.

Her eyes fluttered. To tell the truth, Willow had never had the greatest mental fortitude in the world, and years of spending her life primarily moving from one wine bottle to the next had sapped what willpower she’d once had. As the tingling oils began to soak into her, and gentle hands began to kneed her flesh, the haze in her head only grew thicker. Soon, despite her best efforts to remain awake and enjoy the already pleasurable massage, her eyelids were sliding shut…

And as soft whispers began to echo in her ears, her mind began to dream…

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“Mother, it’s so delightful to see you again~” Winter’s greeting was accompanied by a warm hug – both things being a surprise, coming from a woman who was normally so restrained and distant. Willow hadn’t received such a welcome from her eldest since before the girl had gone off to the Academy to become a Huntress. Certainly not something she expected as a full-grown adult. It was most unusual… And yet… And yet…

And yet she couldn’t deny that her daughter’s love was a soothing feeling in these dark times. It was something she found she’d missed, in the years that it had been absent. Even if her daughter’s large chest – much larger than her own – made it rather difficult for them to wrap their arms around one another. Fortunately Winter’s even profounder posterior didn’t get in the way as well.

That doesn’t make sense. How can your daughter be bigger than you…?

“Winter…” Still surprised, and a little confused by that odd whisper in her ears, she separated from her daughter, trying to remember why she was here. She’d gone to the massage parlour, and… and…

Don’t worry about it…

The dream around her flickered. Right. She didn’t need to worry about it. Instead, she smiled, welcoming her daughter into her… Bedroom? But why would she…?

Just relax. Stop thinking…

She took a breath and relaxed, her smile returning to her lips. “Winter, it’s always a pleasure. What brings you back to my humble abode?”

They shared a giggle at her very witty joke, standing in one of the most extravagant rooms in all of Atlas. “Oh, it’s simple Mother. I was invited.”

“Invited?” Willow blinked – her hand instinctively reaching for a glass of wine, only to come back empty. “But I sent no invitation. Who invited you?”

“I did, Mother.” And suddenly at her side, as though she had been there all along, was…

“Weiss? Why would you…?” The Schnee Matriarch was surprised to see her youngest daughter for a moment – but then, no, of course, she had always been there. How silly of her to forget. Particularly impressive, even, given how the blossoming of adulthood had rewarded Weiss with curves very much like her sister’s, including an especially large ass. The second Schnee inheritance, just like her semblance – all Schnee women had magnificently massive asses…

Except, wait. That couldn’t be. After all, her own behind was nowhere near as…

That doesn’t make sense at all…

The whispers agreed, but soon her daughters stole her attention again.

“Because, Mother…” Her second daughter moved in, shocking Willow again with another hug, before leaning in even closer, lips right by her ear. “I’m a woman now, fully grown. And now that I’m back home, I want the same gift you gave to Winter when she became an adult~”

“Gift…?” The eldest Schnee pulled back, looking between her daughters with a growing frown. Something was wrong here. She had the strangest feeling...

Relax. Don’t think. Don’t resist…

“I can’t deny her, Mother.” Winter agreed, wrapping her arms around her sister and pulling her close. “It’s only fair. And besides – look what a fine woman she’s become!”

And before the stunned mother’s eyes, her two daughters kissed – full on the lips, their tongues exchanging more than insurance numbers. It was a passionate, fiery embrace, leaving no doubt about both women’s intentions towards one another. And now that Willow looked, both girls seemed to be dressed in skimpy white lingerie, how had she not noticed that?

She should have been shocked. She should have been appalled. The sight of seeing her daughters in an embrace like this should have driven a scream from her lungs, should have immediately woken her from this nightmare from sheer horror and disgust. But…

But instead, all she could think was how hot the little sluts looked.

Wh-what? No, that didn’t… She didn’t think that…

Stop thinking…

But… But they were her daughters! How could she…

Relax…

Why… Why was she feeling this way…?!

Because you’re a slut too~

Willow moaned, unable to stop her own hands from roaming her body, plucking away at her own white lace bra and shoving her fingers beneath her white lace panties. And to her horror/delight! her daughters were right by her side, there for her in her hour of need.

“Don’t worry, Mother. We’ll take good care of you.” Winter soothed her as she unclasped her elder’s bra with one hand, the other groping Willow’s fine ass.

“I may not be as experienced as Winter,” Weiss admitted, gently lowering her mother’s panties to the floor, and smacking her butt on the way back up. “But you’ll find I’m a quick learner, and so much more determined to please~”

She was trapped. Sandwiched between giant breasts, desperate, eager lips kissing her neck, fingers stroking between her legs and squeezing her ass, and she… and she…!

How had this happened? What had come over her daughters to make them like this? What had come over her to make her like it? How had they turned out like this?

Because you taught them~

H-her daughters were lusty, busty, booty filled sluts!

They got it from you!

Wh-What was happening? And why did she want it so badly?!?

The Schnees are big boobed, booty babe sluts – and you’re the biggest, sluttiest, bootiest babe of them all!!!

Willow couldn’t help it. She couldn’t fight it any more. Two incredible hot sluts were grinding up against her body, her cunt was dripping like an open faucet, and she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life. Who could resist such temptation? Who could turn down such an offer?

Not you~

She leaned down, and kissed her daughter on the lips. She didn’t care which one – she just needed to sate the primal need that filled her. Weiss – it was Weiss – squealed into her, and kissed right back, eager and nubile. And Winter at her side massaged them both, squeezing their behinds and kissing their cheeks.

The Matriach melted into her daughters’ embrace, and delighted as she felt them carry her to the bed, laying her out, her body spread and inviting. Her chest heaving, her heart hammering, she looked up at the two incredibly curvy sluts leaning over her, eyes alight with desire for her simple, plain body…

That doesn’t make sense, does it?

It didn’t make sense.

They both inherited those wonderful soft curves from somewhere~

They both inherited those beautiful soft curves from somewhere!

So they must have gotten them from you.

So they must have gotten them from her~

Willow moaned as her body began to expand, her tits swelling up, apples, grapefruit, pomegranates – her ass inflating under her, footballs, volleyballs, beachballs!

Not enough. You’re the top Schnee. The biggest tits. The fattest ass. The horniest slut!

“Ngh! Ngh! Nnngggaaahhhh!!” Weiss and Winter were sucking on her tits, their hands squeezing and massaging her ass. Pleasure was pouring into her body, flooding her, filling her to the very brim, forcing her to grow even bigger! Tits the size of mellons! Bigger! As cheeks like bean bags! Bigger! She couldn’t resist it, and she didn’t want to. Tongues and fingers were exploring every inch of her sexy, slutty body, and she loved every second. She was at the mercy of the most wonderful sluts she could ever have imagined, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Willow Schnee came, eyes rolling up in her head as pleasure overwhelmed her completely – and then kept right on dreaming, lost in utter delight.

…

As it had been for many others, it was a very different Willow who emerged from the Faire Massage Parlour than had entered it some hours before. The wispy, tired drunk looked revitalized, awake like she hadn’t been in years – though, of course, she thought she’d always been this way.

Just like she thought she’d always had tits just slightly smaller than that blonde who was staying in her house with her daughter, or the biggest ass on the planet. Her new history, and new life, slid into place in the world seamlessly, with no memory of the woman she’d been before left.

And now, she had things she couldn’t wait to do.

First, she sent a message. [Weiss. Winter. Party tonight? Bring your friends. Don’t worry about your father – I’ll make sure he’s gone when you get here.]

Then, she set off to have a word with some of her friends in high places – the kind who’d oblige her a favour if she wanted to get rid of someone she should have given the boot years ago. Money or, at a push, a feel of her ass would be sufficient to handle the matter, she thought. All she cared about was it was handled quickly.

She’d just realised that she hadn’t given her daughter’s team the welcome to Atlas that they no doubt deserved – and, as the biggest slut in the city, she certainly couldn’t let that stand.

It was time to show all of those girls where the Schnees got their gifts real from~

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Request: One Piece-Nami and Nico Robin are taking the time to relax and enjoy themselves on the beach in a rare break from adventures and shenanigans. They are also completely oblivious to the fact that they are in the process of turning into identical blonde, bronze and busty beach bimbos.

A life of action, adventure, and riches was all well and good, but sometimes even the hardiest of adventurers needed a break. Nami, who prided herself on not being as stupid as the hardiest of adventurers, was thus happy to take a good vacation whenever the opportunity presented itself, and Nico Robin, who was generally a fair bit hardier, was content to go along with her. Thus, when their journey required a stop at a quiet island without something major going on (other than a meat eating and sword fighting contest that had immediately distracted the boys) the two had stealthily snuck away to get a bit of private R and R.

Finding a place to relax hadn’t even taken very long. This island had no shortage of beaches, and finding one without a massive crowd only took a bit of a walk. There was a problem, though…

“What do you think it means?” Nami studied the sign carefully. It was one of several, all dotted around the entrance to the beach. Unfortunately, none of them were written in a language that she recognised. There were pictures, basic silhouettes of men and women, with the men crossed out with big red Xs. The women looked a little unusual though, in a way the navigator couldn’t quite put her finger on. Whoever drew them was definitely a pervert though, given the proportions he’d painted on.

“I’m not entirely sure…” Unusually, Robin was in the same boat. As a scholar, she was familiar with a lot of different kinds of writing in the world – but this one was new to her. Still, she could take an educated guess. “Women only, perhaps?”

“Oooh, a beach just for the ladies? Sounds perfect!” If you spent most of your time hanging out with the straw-hat pirates, you would understand this attitude. “Come on, let’s go get a good spot for ourselves~”

There was no argument from Robin, and the two were soon down on the soft warm sands of the cove beach, secluded from the world and listening to the relaxing wash of the waves. Towels were spread out, umbrellas planted, and in general, the girls set about having a nice, calm day at the beach.

They just had no idea that their stay at this particular beach would last a lot longer than they’d planned.

“I wonder why there’s no one else here,” Nami said, after a few minutes resting under the umbrella. “You’d think it’d be a popular destination, even if it’s women only.”

“Perhaps they’re distracted by the festival,” Robin offered with a shrug. She was busy rooting through her bag, digging for… Aha! She pulled out a bottle. “Help me lather up? I could do it myself, but…”

“Oh, of course.” Nami sat up and took the bottle with a grin. “And once I’m done, you can do me too.”

Robin nodded and lay down on her towel, offering the orange haired girl her back. Naturally, the navigator didn’t leave her hanging. With a good squirt and a sizable dollop in her hands, she scooted over to her friend’s side and started to work.

It wasn’t long before the dark haired one of the pair was starting to gasp. “O-oh, you’ve gotten better at this…”

“Well duh~ Oh, what brand of lotion did you say this was?" Nami giggled as she worked the white cream into her friends back. "Cuz, like, it's giving you a wicked tan!"

"Huh? Oh, I didn't..." Robin's eyes fluttered, and she bit her lip as the navigator's fingers worked into her tense muscles. It felt so good. "But it's, like, sun cream, right? 'S not supposed to give you a tan..."

"Isn't it?" Nami blinked and looked down at the bronzed flesh beneath her hands. "Huh. Then I guess you caught more sun than I thought!" She giggled again. "Did you sneak off to sunbathe without me? So mean, Robin~"

“Noooooo…” She hadn’t, but the playful way that the scholar stretched out her answer made it sound anything but honest. She couldn’t help it though – she was feeling a little silly today! Maybe it was the summer sun, or the festival air, or her bestie’s naughty little fingers…~

Hmm. That had been an odd thought. She probably should have examined it, but she was feeling all nice and relaxed… Who cared if her head was a little cloudy? This was her vacation, she was taking a break from thinking!

So she didn’t mind if her head was fuzzy. She didn’t mind if she felt warm and tingly. She didn’t even mind if she could feel Nami’s fingers untying the top of her bathing suit and throwing it aside! It was all good to her. And she certainly didn’t mind if her friend’s next request was…

“Well you’re gunna have to turn over if you want an even tan, babe~!”

Sounded good to her! Robin didn’t hesitate even a little to roll over, her bare breasts now visible to the world, along with her relaxed smile. In the sunlight overhead, she could now see Nami leaning over her. Had her friend’s hair always been that light? Maybe it was just the sun, but she was looking awfully blonde all of a sudden…

Oh, silly her. She was thinking again. She giggled and stopped, letting her head go all nice and empty once more – then moaned as Nami’s wonderfully delicious fingers began to massage her chest. “Ooooh, yeah, like, just there~”

“Awh, are you enjoying this, slut?” For such an insulting sentence, Nami had an incredibly chipper tone. Not that it really mattered, as both women found themselves giggling brainlessly as the navigator’s massage grew more and more gropey. Not just because she was pretty much only paying attention to her bestie’s boobs, but also because there was just more boob to grope! Somehow, Robin’s chest – hardly the smallest treasure trove on the grand line – was growing bigger, and bigger, by the second!

Neither woman thought this was particularly worth thinking about. Though, to be fair, neither woman was thought much of anything at the moment. The refreshing sea air had apparently relaxed both of their brains into mush, and the summer sun had steamed whatever was left right out of their ears. If it wasn’t giggles and feeling good, neither girl was paying attention.

Nope, they weren’t paying attention to the way their hips were growing out, their asses plumping into nice and spankable tanned sets of bongos. They weren’t paying attention to the way their hair was growing longer, turning an increasingly bright shade of platinum blonde. They weren’t paying attention to the way Robin was shrinking, and Nami was growing, until they were basically just about the same size – and sizes, as their asses and boobs bounced into matching territory.

Nope, all they were paying attention to was each other, as Robin reached up to return her bestie’s favour by groping those wonderful bigass boobs, drawing a lusty moan from Nami and quickly pulling her down into a steamy embrace. Before long the two were rolling together in the sand, their lips locked, tongues tangling, hands roaming…

And without even a towel to block the energise of the beach from leaching into them, they kept changing, and changing, and…

“Ah geeze. I can’t even take a small break to go see the festival without someone coming down to bimbo beach, can I?”

“???”

The two slid apart – and as they did so, it became clear just how similar to one another they’d become. There was no longer any way to tell the two women apart – both were blonde, bronzed, big boobed bimbos, with nothing distinguishing to separate them. Nami’s tattoo, Robin’s sharp gaze, even the differences in their facial features, it had all vanished, leaving a pair of perfectly identical beach babes, and nothing of the two pirates they had previously been.

To tell the truth, even they would probably have difficulty telling which one was which.

Together, they looked towards the intrusive voice who’d interrupted their fun – and found a grumpy looking old woman in a dark jacket with a life-ring strapped to her back. “I don’t know what’s with you idiots. Can’t any of you read?”

She paused. “Well, I guess you can’t now. Hmph, I can see it in that vapid stare of yours. You’ve already spent too long down there – completely brainless eh?”

The pair just giggled.

“Yep.” The old woman nodded to herself. “Thought so. This sort of thing’s why we put up so many signs, y’know. This ol’ beach has been cursed to turn anyone who sets foot on it into brainless broads like you since- Well, no point in giving you a history lesson. It’d just go in one ear and out the other.”

The wind whistled, and there was a hollow rattling sound from the two smiling blondes’ skulls. Or, well, no, there wasn’t, but it really felt like there should have been, with how vapid their eyes were. They were both still merrily groping one another, naturally, even as they blankly listened to the old woman complain.

There was a sigh. “Nothin’ for it now, anywho. There’s no reversin’ what’s done. And no tellin’ who you used to be, with so many in town for the festival. Come on girls,” she beckoned the pair to follow her as she turned to walk away. “We’ve got a nice house set up for folks who end up like you. Your new sisters’ll be delighted to see a pair of familiar faces added to their number. Might even get you in on helping with the festival – those brainless bodies of yours are good for tourism, if nothing else.”

Lacking any other thought in their heads, the two new bimbos eagerly followed along, happy to be led to their new fate. And behind them, forgotten, the towels and umbrellas, and every other bit of gear that the former strawhats had brought to the island, was quickly swallowed by the sands – carrying every last trace of Robin and Nami away with them.

The navigator and the scholar would never be heard from again. But for years to come, the island would be delighted by the antics – and curves – of the newest pair of brainless bimbos to reach their shores.

The pair’s vacation from thinking would last much, much longer than they’d ever expected…

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Request: (Unity) A vignette of two of the Heroines (Sonicheart and Strike?), hypno-droned and wearing latex from the neck down, making out for a camera. To keep it short, no obvious sign of their inevitable rescue or escape.

On play, the video lights up with a familiar background image - the supervillain Dazzler battling against a horde of heroes and holding her own. All in cartoon form, of course - getting an actual camera shot of a battle like that'd be all but impossible. Her light powers alone would make recording her tricky...

“Hey there, ladies and gents, and a very dazzly fine day to you all! Welcome to Villain Livin’, the podcast/show where we give you guys at home the real nitty gritty on what it’s like being a super villain! From bank heists to hiring henchmen, we’ll show you every step of the way. That’s right! Fear us, hate us, vicariously live through us, you’re not going to get a better look into the world of supervillainy than Villain Livin’!”

Right on cue, the villain in question, Dazzler, pops up on screen, in her animated V-tuber form. It's a really nice model - her orange hair moves like it's real, and she's showing off her (admittedly very fanservicey) skin-tight white costume in all of its glory.

“And first off, we’re welcoming back friend of the channel, CyberQueen! Hey Queenie, how’s it going?”

And up pops CyberQueen's model. If anything, it's nicer than Dazzler's - of course it is, she was the one who made both, after all. There's a reason she's an infamous tech villain - things like this are childsplay to her. To this day there's debate about what the actual woman behind them model looks like - does she really have long silver hair, or glowing blue eyes? Does she walk around in cybernetic royal blue robes like that in real life? The cyber crown, does it actually exist? All kind of unlikely... But not entirely out of the question...

“It’s going cytastic, Daz, how about you?”

“Ha! Still trying to make that into a catchphrase?”

“Branding is everything, babe, especially on a dazzly fine day like this~”

“Oof! Critical hit, you are on fire today!”

“Well I’d better be! After all, this isn’t just any video…”

“Ooooh, right! I think it’s time to let our fine viewers know just what kind of treat they’re in for today~ You see-”

“Wait, what’s the title you’re putting this video under?”

“Oh, good point. Uh. I’ll think up something mysterious. Maybe the drone agenda? Oh, oh, maybe something based on the Matrix…”

“Dear. Honey. Dazzler, Babe, if you bring Warner Bros down on our asses I will never forgive you.”

“But I love those movies…”

The animation is on point – Dazzler’s disappointed pout looks incredibly convincing, for the two seconds it’s on screen.

“And we love you, but right now, we have something very important to show our audience!”

The two grin at their audience, before the screen changes to one showing actual footage – a camera in real life, showing two women currently bound by standard issue ropes and glaring at the camera. One of them had short, silver hair, while the other had long red hair, and had a ball gag locked tightly in her mouth. Both faces are kind of familiar…

“Oh, that’s right! Okay everyone, I hope you’re ready for a show, because we’ve got one hell of a crime spree coming up for you today! And this time I have some very special guest stars to do it with! Introducing, for the first time on this channel, Sonicheart and Matrix!”

“Mmph!”

“… Why is she wearing a gag?”

Matrix – the one with silver hair – looks half way between disappointed and tired of this whole thing. Sonicheart just looks annoyed.

“Well duh, she has sound powers. I’m not letting her break all my cool lair stuff by letting her scream at it or whatever!”

“That’s… That’s not how her powers work.”

“Oh, really? Well, hot tip for all you Villivers out there! Sonicheart does not destroy lab equipment with her screams. Good to know! … Unless Matrix is lying to me to try to escape.”

“… I’m sure you can trust me on that.” She doesn’t look all that trustworthy.

“Mmph!”

“Yeeeaaah, well, don’t worry – either way’s not going to matter for long. That’s right, viewers, we’ve captured two of Unity’s premier superheroes-”

“I’d really describe myself more as third string…”

“Ahaha, there’s Matrix with her signature humility, totally the trademark of a premier heroine, so shut up!” Dazzler’s model appears back up on screen, grinning to the audience. “And now, we’re going to… Wait, what are we doing with them again, Cy?”

“I’m glad you asked, Daz!” An emerges from behind the camera’s view, dressed in cybernetic royal blue robes. Well how about that! Maybe she does look like that after all. “You see, after Dazzler helped me capture these pesky heroines while they were snooping around in one of my undisclosed locations, I thought that, you know, the normal treatment wasn’t going to be enough! No no, girls like this need a proper droning.” The hand moves out of shot for a moment, and then comes back holding a large silver ring. “That’s why I’m bringing out the all new Cyber Slave Collars, 4.0! That’s right, not only is this episode a special Unity brand conversion showcase, but it’s also a way for me to sell my newest merch! Take a look at the shops linked below after the video for places you can buy my incredible tech!”

“Oh, and that reminds me! Before we get to the fun stuff, it’s time for the ad read!” The footage, and all trace of the two hosts, or their two victims, vanished – replaced by the word HenchHunch written in a cartoony font. “Today’s enslavement has been sponsored by HenchHunch! Do you need minions to guard your lair? A skilled lieutenant to fight off pursuit of your getaway? Or just a sexy harem to impress your enemies? Whatever your requirements, HenchHunch has you covered. Just drop by our site, and our simple interface will guide you through all of our options, to make sure that you get the loyal workers that you need, for criminally low prices! And if you’re looking to be your city’s biggest mastermind, then you’ll want to put in the coupon code of VILLIV20 for 20% off of your first bulk purchase! HenchHunch – it’s a steal!”

Then the add faded, and Dazzler’s model gives her co-host the thumbs up. “And there we go. Okay, CyberQueen, take it away!”

“Loud and clear, Dazzler! Alright, gentle viewers, so here you see our lovely captives, already properly bound up – see Daz’s video on that if you haven’t already, trust me, I learned a lot, the link should be on screen now unless she forgot this obvious plug! – and glaring daggers at me. Won’t help, girls, neither of you have eye beams! … I think. I’m pretty sure about that. Probably should have double checked before I got started…”

The camera view moves forward, another arm coming into shot to hold the collar steady as she advances on the heroines. “Anyway, as you can see, their necks and faces are clear and unobstructed – save for the gag which I do not trust our cute little heroines enough to remove, you can make your own call on that one! The important thing here is the neck, because that’s what seats the collar – here we goo… There, they just snap on like that – and it’d take Metal Knuckle to pull these babies open now, I am using magnets y’all – so… Yeah! That’s it. From here, I can just step back and watch, as the collars handle everything else for me.”

Neither heroine looks very impressed by the silver collars now hanging around their necks – at least, not for the few seconds they get before they both slump slightly in their bonds.

“So, as you can see, the first thing the collars do is inject a mild paralytic – fast acting, but it burns out of the system super quickly. That’s an optional feature, you can turn it on and off. I wouldn’t use it if you know your heroine has strong allergies, or your battle with them left them in need of dire medical attention, but in cases like this, where they’re defeated but not in need of several organ transplants, it’s perfect to keep them nice and still during the process…”

There’s a whirring sound, and then green light spills out of the collar and starts running up and down over the two captives.

“Annnd there! Yep, you can see it’s already going to work. The collar is analysing its wearer’s body and DNA and whatnot to tailor its conversion strategy (and the AI on that’s come a long way since the 2.0 days, ohmygod), but while it’s doing that, it’s already extended up the strut up the back of their necks… And I know what you’re thinking viewers, but don’t worry, that thing is made of stronger stuff than most bank vaults, no snappage risks here! So we just wait, annnnnd here we go! The visors zip out around the face before they know what’s happening, and start the induction.”

Just as she says, two silver visors snap out and around the heroes heads, blue light spilling out around the edges as it shines into their eyes. Still somewhat limp, neither woman can close their eyes – though they can still complain a little.

“What is this…? You realise I’m trained against specifically this kind of hypnotic nonsense, yes?”

“Mmm…. Mmphmm…”

CyberQueen sighs. “Ohhhh, well Matrix might be stubborn, but it looks like Sonicheart’s gotten right on with the program! Look at her drooling there~”

“That’s just because of the gag.”

“… Well whatever. Obviously, level 1 programming is fairly light stuff, most heroes can probably resist it… But fortunately, that’s just the first notch on the dial! And darlings, this one goes to twelve.”

“… Why does it matter that it goes to-”

“Level 2!”

The light intensifies.

“Hhh… Making the lights brighter isn’t going to change anything. This might be a good time for you to start rethinking your life…”

“I’d rather make you unthink yours. Level 3!” And it intensifies again.

“Mmmbmm…”

“Okay, now she’s definitely drooling over the hypnosis. How are you holding up, Maemae?”

“This… is… not…”

“Level 4!” It’s really bright now.

“Nnngh! I… I won’t…!”

“Leeeeevel…. 5!” One can almost see the patterns reflected on Matrix’s skin.

“Ghhhuuuaaaahhhh…”

“Level 6!”

“… Huuuuaaahhhhhhh…” Her jaw completely slack, Matrix slumps completely, laying limp against her equally tranced companion.

“And look at that, now she’s drooling too! What do you think, Dazzles?”

“I think they look so cute like that! But you’re not done with them yet, right?”

“Right! See, we can just let those two cook for now – don’t worry, the standard programming that comes with the collars induces normal levels of mindlessness, your soon-to-be-hypnoslaves won’t suffer any permanent damage that’d make them unfit for whatever role in your organization you have in mind for them! If you want proper brain scrambling, well, you’ve gotta pay extra for that option! But yes, while they cook, the collar itself is still at work. Just watch.”

As she speaks, the collars beep – and then a black ooze begins to drip out from underneath them, slowing making its way down the heroines’ bodies.

“Now what you’re seeing there is the newest in Living Latex, a special gift from you-know-who. Now programmed by the collar’s scans, it seeps out through controlled gates and starts enveloping the subject. Have no fear, there’s no chance of overflow or accidental contamination – the scans have already determined exactly what form this goop will take, and nothing’s going to change that.”

As the ooze advances, it quickly starts to envelop the heroes clothes…

“So, as you can see, the latex is already eating through their costumes. This is really the ingenious part, this stuff consumes pretty much any non-organic substance and converts it into more goop. Recycling friendly or what? Stay green, Villivers, there’s no point conquering the world if it’s all on fire! But yes, so it quickly divests our lovely guests of their clothes, just like the visors are divesting them of their wills, and once the coating’s complete, it hardens into a nice latex body suit…”

Indeed, despite its slow speed, the show is over quicker than one would think, with the pair’s costumes soon being entirely replaced by goop, which solidiefies into a soft, shiny black shell over everything below the women’s necks.

“And there you have it! Two pesky heroines, turned into the perfect pair of hypnoslave drones, in five minutes flat! Cooked, cooled, and ready to serve. Did you enjoy the show, Dazzler?”

“Damn straight I did, Cy!” Dazzler claps excitedly. “But know what I’d enjoy even more? Seeing you show everyone just how under your thumb those two Unity ladies are now!”

“Well of course. Alright, let’s get this gag off now, no need for that anymore… So, what’d make a good display. Ah, I know! Ladies, can you hear me?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Their ropes eaten by the goop, the two drones rise to heir feet, arms held at their sides, staring blankly forward.

“Good. Now, how about you two share a nice, passionate kiss for the audience at home.”

“As you command.”

“We exist to obey.”

With no objection, the two turn, and…

“Mmmm~”

“Mmmm~”

The screen freezes on the two former heroines enjoying a steamy hot kiss – and both dazzler and CyberQueen pop back up onto screen.

“And there you have it! The Cyber Slave Collar 4.0! And we barely scratched the surface of what these babies are capable of~ I’m pretty sure the higher settings could crack even the toughest of nuts… Well, we’ll see who we have available next time we give a demonstration – right Daz?”

“Right Cy! But for now, that’s all for this episode of Villain Livin’! Hope you’ve enjoyed, remember to like, subscribe, and support us on Extortreon! Remember, pay us now, and pay less when we take over the world~”

“And with that, it’s have a dazzly day from me-”

“- And a cytastic week from me!”

“And we’ll see you next time, on the next episode of Villain Livin’!”

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Request: The two adventurers have gone undercover as mere peasant maids in order to try to get some dirt on a local lord. Unfortunately for them, the longer they stay in his house the more they change in body and in mind to suit the lord's taste-curvy, uneducated, and lovingly servile. And they've been there for quite some time now...

- Day 1 -

“How long do we have to do this for?” Elora looked like she wanted to practice self-immolation. Not out of any desire for pain or the like, but because she knew that if she burned herself to a crisp, at least her uniform would be incinerated as well. “This is hideous. An elven weaver who made an outfit like this would exile themselves to the deepest reaches of the earth out of shame. And they’d be right to. There’s no elegance to this, no harmony, no nature. It’s just… skimpy.”

She wasn’t wrong. The maid outfit she’d been provided – and which she had grudgingly donned – was designed entirely for human sensibilities, and while elven tastes weren’t that different, there was still a distinct lack of dignity in what she was being asked to wear. Normally someone would have had to get her at least three drinks at the bar to see this much leg…

“It’s only for a few days. Just long enough to find evidence of what Lord Trenden is up to.” Tanya was adjusting her own maid outfit without complaint. Of course, the paladin almost never reacted to anything that Elora considered a crisis, so this was both typical, and incredibly annoying. “After that, you can throw those clothes in a river. Until then, though, you need them for cover.”

“Annnd why do we need to go undercover, again?” The red headed elf tied her apron around her waist with a huff. The servant’s changing room was a little on the small side for two people, but it gave the two a rare chance to talk on without fear of being overheard. “They already let us into the manor. We could just snoop around without putting on this ridiculous getup. What are we even looking for in here, anyway?”

“If we knew that, we probably could just…” The paladin raised her fingers to do quotation marks, “’Snoop’. But unfortunately, the church was pretty vague. Vague accusations of dark magic don’t add up to much, even if the guy does seem to be spending more than he should be earning. He’s definitely up to something, but unless we find physical evidence of it, then there’s nothing anyone can do. Thus, we’re in it for the long haul.” She adjusted her lace tiara. “Working as maids in his home should give us plenty of access to his affairs. We just need to keep it up until we figure out what he’s up to.”

Elora pulled at her low neckline with a glum expression. “This is really all you could think up?”

“This is a perfectly fine plan.” The blonde swept her hair back, and then inspected her feather duster like a warrior examining her sword. “And the quicker we find out what he’s doing, the faster you get out of that uniform, so quit complaining.”

The elf rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. “There’d better be a good payday at the end of all this.” Well, mostly.

Tay just snorted as she headed for the door. “I’m surprised you’re so against it, honestly. Don’t you know that all the serving girls sleep in the same room at night?”

Suddenly, El was at her side. “Really? Even the cute one with the dark tresses? Now she filled her uniform out nicely…”

“I thought you said these uniforms were a crime against nature?”

“Yeah, if I’m the one wearing them. You don’t look half bad as a servant.”

“… Charming. Thanks.”

…

- Day 3 -

Tanya gasped and jumped forward, barely catching the expensive looking vase before it toppled to the floor. Phew, that had been far too close for comfort. What a mistake that would have been…

Grunting, the blonde paladin pushed the vase back into place and took a breath, before frowning down at her chest. That was the third time today that she’d nearly knocked something over or brushed everything off a surface she was trying to clean because she’d misjudged how big her chest was. Weird. They looked the same as ever to her – and it wasn’t like she’d be having a growth spurt there in her mid-twenties, was it?

Ugh. It was probably just in her head. She had to admit, she’d been fuzzy for the past couple of days – sleeping in an unfamiliar bed was normally no problem for her, but this time it was causing her some issues. She just wasn’t feeling her normal sharp self when she woke up in the mornings. Of course, part of the reason for that was-

“Oof!”

“Ack!”

Ow. Without warning, someone had just run flat into her side. It didn’t hurt her of course – she was a paladin, a little knock like that wasn’t going to leave a mark – but it did send the woman who’d crashed into her to the floor. The familiar red headed woman in a maid outfit…

“El, be careful!” Tay glanced around before helping her elven friend to her feet. “Watch where you’re going, you could have gotten hurt!”

“Huh?” Elora blinked at her, before recognition entered her slightly glazed eyes. “Ooooh, hey Tay! Wooow, your shoulder is super hard.”

“Yes, it is.” The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but only just. “And it looks like hitting it like that has addled your noggin pretty badly there. Are you okay?”

The elf snorted. “Psssh, I’m fine. I was just in a hurry to… To… Uhhh.” She paused, tapping her cheek as her forehead furrowed. “… I forget.”

Tanya winced. Her friend had been growing increasingly erratic lately. If she didn’t know better, she’dve thought the elf had taken a few hits to the head… Before the one she took on the paladin’s shoulder, at least. It was unlike the sorceress to be so scatter brained, but… Well, neither of them were sleeping all that well at night – for separate, but related reasons.

“Did you find something about Lord Trenden?” She asked hopefully. “Some sign of whatever he’s doing?”

“What he’s doing? Oh, definitely hitting the gym. Have you seen the muscles on that guy? He’s so dreamy…”

“Yeah, that’s true…” For a moment, the two of then fantasised about their lord and employer, the master of the manor… Before Tanya shook her head, trying to clear it. “I mean, no, wait, not that. I mean what he’s up to… you know, criminally, or whatever.”

“Oh. Uh.” Elora slipped back into her ‘thinking’ pose, finger pressed against her cheek. “Was that what we were supposed to be doing?”

“Yes! Of course it is.” Wow, El, this was almost impressive. “That’s what I’ve been doing. What have you been doing?”

“Cleaning!” The elf giggled. “This place gets soooo filthy, like you’d never believe!”

Actually, she would. It felt like cleaning had been all Tay had been doing too. So far she’d seen no sign of any wrong-doing on her employer’s part at all. The church had sounded so certain, but now… She was starting to have doubts. After all, Lord Trenden seemed like such a good (and hansom!) man. There was no way he’dve done anything wrong, was there?

“In fact… Oh! Ohhh! That was where I was going! I’ve gotta go clean the main lounge!” Elora was practically bouncing in place, which made her skimpy (and rather tight looking) maid uniform bounce in interesting ways. “I think the Master might be using that part of the house – maybe I’ll get to see him! Maybe he’ll get to see me~”

Ah, that explained it. Why wouldn’t El be so excitable and distracted if she had the chance to go server the Ma- The Lord of the house directly? That made complete sense. Lord Trenden was so rarely seen outside of his private chambers after all.

“Alright. Just… keep an eye out, okay?”

“For what? Oh, uh. I mean… Sure thing!” And just like that, she was off again, leaving Tay to sigh in her dust. Well, at least if her friend was focused on Master Trenden, maybe she’d stop seducing the other maids every night. It was hard enough to sleep as it was without that moaning mess in the bed right over.

Whatever. No point complaining – she had cleaning to do. And hopefully, she’d find something incriminating on the Lord today. It wasn’t impossible, she’d been assigned his office on the rota. Maybe there’d be something in here…

… But, ugh, it was such a mess! There were documents all over his desk, and dust everywhere! Honestly, there was no way Master would be able to keep this manor together with all of his devoted maids cleaning up for him! So silly.

Huh, what documents were these, anyway? They had a lot of numbers on them. Tay squinted at the long lists of… something or other… before shaking her head and shrugging. Ordinarily she read through stuff like this like an accountant (her parent’s preferred choice in career for her), but today her head just wasn’t in it. Something about, uh… payments…? Or something?

Oh whatever. She didn’t need to worry her silly little head about it. Papers like this just needed filing away in their proper cabinet – and it looked like these ones needed to go in the secret cabinet, hidden behind the painting at the back of the office…

There! Tanya nodded happily as she slid the painting back into place, pleased with a job well done. Soon this place’d be nice and neat – then she could look for that evidence stuff again. Just after she cleaned the rest of Master’s de-

… Oh damnit. She’d brushed everything off it again. Why did that keep happening…?

…

- Day 7 -

“Master! Oh, please, pick me, pick me!”

“No, Master, pick me! I’m prettier!”

“Well I’m bigger!”

“But I know how to treat you right!”

“But I’ll do anything you ask! Anything at all!”

“Now now, girls…” Lord Trenden laughed, patting the two desperate maids on the head as they kneeled before him, offering forth their large and bountiful chests in an attempt to attract his eye. “There’s no need to fight! Why would I pick one of you, when I could simply have you both?”

“Oh Master~”

“Master!”

The blonde and the redhead were delighted – both of them had been trying to seduce him for days, after all. Whatever reason they had first come to this manor – and they must have had some reason, an elf signing on as a servant in a human settlement was incredibly uncommon – it was long forgotten. All these two cared about now was pleasing him. And while he had been willing to let them stew in their own lusts for a few nights to make sure they were fully cooked, he wasn’t without a heart. If they wanted to serve him so badly, how could he say no?

Their uniforms had worked wonders, though. Chests the size of cantaloups on the elf, and full-sized melons on the blonde. He would be the first to admit that he didn’t understand how the cloth’s magic worked, but he suspected, sometimes, that the way their chests ended up depended on their intelligence. The blonde had certainly seemed to be the sharpest when he’d hired them. Not anymore though – her eyes were as guileless and vapid as the best of them, and he doubted she could still count past five. Her elf friend could at least use two hands.

Not that either of them was smart enough to remember her own name at this point, but that hardly mattered. Dumb as bricks, bustier than a strip club’s bra drawer, and more loyal than a pack of hounds. Just like he liked them.

“Well girls, if you really want to offer yourselves to me fully…”

“Oh we do Master!”

“So much, Master!”

“Then I think I have a position for you in my private quarters – along with the other girls who’ve caught my eye over the years. Though it will be a full time position – no more leaving the manor, or speaking to anyone but me, and those I share you with, ever again…”

“Sounds wonderful, Master~”

“Like Heaven, Master~”

He grinned. Yes, they were ready. “Well then – there’s just one last test for you to take, to see if you’re worthy. Strip, girls. Let’s see what you’re both capable of.”

Their clothes hit the floor in tatters, literally ripped from their slender frames by an almighty lust and fervent desire to obey. But that wasn’t a problem. Their uniforms had indeed done a fine job – but they didn’t need them anymore.

-

Request: "I'm afraid there's been a slight miscommunication. We aren't looking for someone to be a mecha pilot. We're looking for someone to be a mecha."

The fields of Coveska were on fire, missiles and sonic blasts raining down like sleet in a storm, and it made Primatrix Vestel feel alive like nothing else. The thrill of battle was the only thing that made her heart beat like this, and marching in the name of the Axiom made her soul sing. Great men had tried to make her feel even a tenth of this sensation, and always failed. The battlefield was where she belonged.

“Advance! The enemy is falling back!” Her voice boomed across the barricade, followed by the crash of her hammer slamming through what had been a fully reinforced wall. A crack in the enemy’s fortifications was all it took to get a real push going, and soon the gates to their city were being ripped down, torn from their frame and tossed aside as the army of the righteous stormed in.

And at their head, leading the charge, shining in her glorious golden armour, her raven locks flowing out behind her and her hammer raised for another swing, Primatrix Vestel smiled proudly, assured that she had served the Axiom well.

…

“Another impressive victory.” The High General set aside the battle report and looked Vestel straight in the eye, his expression flat and unreadable. “With Coveska seized, the forces of the Retort have nowhere left to run. They are scattered, and soon to be exterminated. The day of glory soon approaches. Your service to the Axiom has been noted.”

“Thank you, sir.” These were the Primatrix’s least favourite kind of meetings. There were no troops to yell at, or clergy to stand above. She was stuck taking orders from the only kind of human who outranked her – something that offended her at a deeply personal level. She obeyed the Axiom, not some mortal who couldn’t even muster half as much faith as her. But, such was the Axiom’s will, so she allowed it. For now. “I look forward to the next assault. It will be my honour to finally crush the last holdouts of the enemies of the shining word.”

“Oh, I’m afraid that won’t be happening,” the General stated as casually as if he’d been discussing the weather. “Your winning streak has made you far too valuable to risk on the battlefield. No, talent like yours is rare, and must be preserved.”

She blinked, looking as though she’d just learned that the sky was made of cheese. “Sir? But- But that can’t be. I’ve never lost a battle – you can’t remove me from the field!”

“Well exactly.” He picked up another report and started reading. “You’ve hit the nail right on the head. You’re the best Primatrix in the service since the days of Glorifica herself.” He paused, considering, tapping the report against his chin. “And those units are getting rather old. Now. Time for fresh blood, so to speak…”

He was talking nonsense, which was hardly rare amongst the high ranks. State secrets and minds addled by too much status were all too common up here, as far as Vestel was concerned. “Sir, please, my place is on the front. I would not be able to serve the Axiom-”

“You will serve the Axiom as the Axiom commands,” he interrupted, his gaze steely. “As shall we all, once the war is won. But yes, no. No more leading from the front for you. Your leadership skills are admirable, but it’s your combat skills that are without peer. I believe the Mecha Division will be the best place to utilize your talents. Report to them at your earliest convenience, and… Primatrix?”

She grudgingly met his gaze.

“You may consider this an order from the Axiom itself.”

The black-haired battle matriarch bit back a curse. “Understood… Sir.”

…

“What on earth are you making me wear for this?” Vestel wasn’t any happier two days later, when she reported to the Mecha Division’s complex in the capital. They hadn’t made things any better with the uniform she’d been handed when she came in, either – it looked more like a golden bikini than sensible clothing. The Primatrix wasn’t exactly a slim woman – a life of combat had given her a thick, muscular frame, and while she was hardly ashamed of it, it wasn’t something she wanted to be showing off in a flimsy swimsuit either. And the collar around her neck was just the icing on the cake.

But the scientist showing her around failed to see the issue. “It’s a conversion interface suit,” the woman babbled, as if she understood any of this science talk. “Specially designed. While we usually find that bare skin works best for the process, the machines need some degree of input, lest the end result become entirely unusable. Thus, we combine practicality with the already, ugh, primitive concerns of modesty, and create this happy medium.” The woman paused to look over her spectacles at her. “That clothing is state of the art – a real miracle of technology.”

The will of the Axiom was all that held Vestel back from punching her head off. “Unless they were specifically designed by the Axiom itself, grow wiser about how you use the word ‘miracle’,” she snapped instead. “Now where are we going?”

“Just through to… here.” If the scientist was intimidated by her threat, she didn’t show it. She’d led her guest to a large sealed metal door, which opened as they approached. Beyond lay a room with lightly glowing blue walls, bathing them both in an oddly warm blue radiance. It seemed to be empty.

“And… Why are we here?” Vestel grumbled as she stepped in. “What does any of this have to do with training me to be a Mecha pilot?”

The scientist blinked, remaining outside. “Oh. I'm afraid there's been a slight miscommunication,” she chuckled. “We aren't looking for someone to be a mecha pilot. We're looking for someone to be a mecha."

The door slid shut and sealed itself.

“What?” The Primatrix turned and glared, already moving to force the door back over. “What’s that supposed to- Ngh!”

Alas, before she could do so, a metal tendril dropped down from the ceiling and clicked into the back of her collar – and the moment that it did, an electrical current zapped through her, locking her muscles in place. She couldn’t move an inch, despite her great power.

“Annnd… connection established!” The scientist’s voice echoed through speakers in the ceiling. “Excellent link rating too. Wow, you’re perfect for this! Okay, let’s get this show on the road – beginning conversion process!”

Conversion process? What in the Axiom’s name were these fools trying to do?! There was another stinging sensation from her neck, and then a warm feeling started flowing through her body, the tingling sensation from the electrical current growing stronger.

“That’s the first nanite package delivered. Now let’s see how it takes…”

Nanites? But what were they-?

“Oh, very nice. Okay, interfacing directly.”

“Gnck!”

A shocked grunt escaped the Primatrix’s throat as she felt a sudden intrusion into her mind. Another presence – a cold and methodical one. One that scoured through her thoughts in the blink of an eye. Who dared-?!

“Great! Okay, bit messy in here, let’s organize things a bit.”

“Huah!” Vestel’s eyes crossed for a moment as her mind… shifted. It was an odd feeling – like someone had just turned a box full of sand on its side, and let its contents fall into a new shape. Suddenly, her thoughts all felt… clearer. Sharper. More streamlined. Of course. She understood what was going on now. They were mechanising her brain! How dare they-

“And let’s clean up all these emotions, no need for any of that.”

‘Bzt’

The warrior woman’s eyes went wide for a moment, before dulling. Behind them, every feeling, passion and drive had just suddenly disintegrated, erased like they never were. It was like her soul had gone out of her. Even if she’d physically been able to move, all she could have done was stand there passively, with no inner strength to drive her.

“Nice, nice. Right, let’s see what we’re working with… Oh, very nice. Good strong frame, excellent combat experience – and utterly devoted to the Axiom. Well she’s perfect! Our pilots will have to be properly consecrated in order to use her, but that’s simple enough to arrange. Alright, I’ve decided – we’re starting mechanization right now!”

Another warm feeling flooded through Vestel, pumping out into every limb – not that she could muster the will to care anymore. Instead, she just stood there, her jaw hanging slightly slack, as that warm feeling turned cold, and her skin began to turn hard and grey. Her muscled arms toughened, and her powerful thighs gained a steely glint. Metal spread out, covered her from head to toe – her hair turning into one long cast iron set joined to her shoulders, her face setting into an eternal stern mask. Her eyes blinked one last time, and then shimmered into glass, turning pure yellow. Her ‘golden bikini’ interface suit solidified around her, merging into her form as golden armour over her blackened chrome finish.

After a few moments, it was impossible to tell that the figure standing stock still in the glowing room had ever been human. She looked the part of a robot through and through. Though, of course, she wasn’t done changing yet. Slowly, the floor was lowering, dropping away deep into the earth, connecting to the underground hanger down below. Yet, Vestel – or the machine who had been Vestel – didn’t seem to be moving. For every inch the platform descended, she seemed to gain another, her height and width steadily growing larger by the second. Indeed, by the time the platform reached the ground, she stood several stories high…

“Mecha height established with no issues… Cyberbrain fully integrated and secured. All organic components converted, combat routines saved… I think we can call this one a success! Thank the Axiom, we’ve finally got something to replace the old Glorifica series. I’m going to rush this one into mass production immediately.”

The former Primatrix stood, still and silent, waiting in her hanger as her frame was inspected, and someone painted ‘Vestel-001’ on her side. Her body was metal through and through, weighing several tons, and with the power in her pistons and joints to use every inch of that weight to punish her enemies. The only hollow in her was in the chest region, where her pilot, once selected, would sit, and grant her the will to fight.

She was a fighting machine. It was all she existed for. Never again would she leave the front lines – save to refuel. And somewhere, deep in the core of her digitized brainwaves and reactor powered heart, she knew that in this, too, she would serve the Axiom forever more.

The thought was almost enough to make her frozen metal face smile.

Then her brain entered power-saving mode, and her mind shut down – only to be woken when a worthy pilot was found to guide her into battle.

She couldn’t wait~

-

Request: P5- Haru wakes up one morning as a curvy, snobby and spoiled rich bitch, with her room and outfits changing to match. She's of course rather confused about this-but also forgetting she was ever any different as she prepares to head out to try and seduce Joker away from those commoners...

Haru snapped awake and rose with a gasp, sitting up in her bed. What… What was…?

She put a hand to her head, looking around in confusion. This was… her bedroom? Had… Had that all been a dream? The fight in Mementos? That strange shadow…? It must have been – even as she tried to think about it, the memories of what she’d seen slipped through her fingers like grains of sand. For a moment, that strange, hissing voice echoed in her ears – the same one she’d heard as the dark creature rushed towards her…

‘Let me give you what your heart should desire.’

But then even that drifted away from her, and she was just alone in her room, trying to recall… something that she was sure she’d forgotten. How strange.

The Okumura heiress shook her head, trying to banish the strange feelings, and slid out of her bed to her feet. Hopefully she’d shake off this weird malaise once she’d gotten dressed, and… Huh?

She paused, barely a step from her bed, and looked around. Was this… Was this really her room? It seemed a lot bigger than the one she remembered. And more extravagant, come to think of it. Haru had always been a girl of simple tastes, despite the wealth of her family name. Her bedroom reflected that – or, she’d thought it did.

Looking around now, though, maybe she’d been wrong? Her room was filled with gadgets and toys, photos of herself, jewellery, electronics… All the signs of an indulgent lifestyle, rather than the simple needs she’d always… Always….

Ah… What… What had she been thinking about then? Again, she rubbed her brow, brushing her wavy hair back out of her eyes as she was struck again by a feeling of déjà vu – of forgetting something that had just been on the tip of her tongue. Something about her bedroom looking strange? But it had always looked like this, hadn’t it?

Ugh, maybe she hadn’t slept well. Odd dreams or something. Some water would help.

Groggily, she wandered across her bedroom, into her private ensuite bathroom (Wasn’t this normally just a shower? … No, it had always been a full sized jacuzzi, why would she think otherwise) and washed her face, splashing herself several times to try to clear the sleep out of her head. Then, she headed to her wardrobe (A simple chest of drawers – no, wait, a full walk-in closet, full of incredibly flamboyant outfits!) and grabbed something to pull on, sliding it on over her head before stumbling over to her dresser and sitting down.

That was when she finally saw her reflection.

She stared. That… That couldn’t be her, could it? There was no way! She’d never had curves like that – her chest had always been rather plain, she felt, and her hips, well, she thought they were better than most, but nothing to brag too hard about. The Haru that she saw in the mirror though? Uh. When had she ever had breasts that big? They were huge! Not to mention her ass was – w-well, it wasn’t far behind!

And these clothes! She’d put them on so naturally, but since when did she have clothes like this? It was practically a ballgown, cotton candy pink with a lengthy parting in the front to show off her stocking-clad legs, and an incredibly low dip in the neckline to put her chest on display. This wasn’t her at all! This wasn’t… This wasn’t…

…

… No… No, what was she saying? She’d always had curves like a supermodel, hadn’t she? She’d been as naturally blessed there as she had been in, like, everything. Other, lesser women had always been jealous of her – of her good looks, of her stunning wardrobe, of her incredible wealth…

She was the elite. The star. She was better than the rest, and everyone should know it. What was wrong with that?

But… no! No, this wasn’t her! She hated things like this – she was practical and gentle, not, not demanding and loud!

Come now, Haru. Look at yourself. Is that the look of a timid wallflower?

The heiresses’ eyes fluttered, and then she found herself staring at her reflection again, that question echoing in her ears. She had to admit, it wasn’t. There was nothing timid about the woman looking back at her.

Doesn’t this make more sense? A woman born to wealth and prestige who owns her power, rather than a timid doll?

That… There was some… logic, to that. But her father would never have allowed-!

Your father wanted an obedient robot. Is that what you want?

N-no! No, of course not, but-

Then why resist what you should be? Why fight to be his pretty little doormat?

That- That-! Ahn… Everything was getting so confusing. She could almost swear she felt some dark, magical fingers, massaging her mind and twisting everything up. What- What was this? Who was she?!

Relax, Haru. Relax. Just look into the mirror. It will tell you who you’re supposed to be.

Yes… Yes, the mirror. Her reflection. That would make everything clear.

She looked. Her reflection smirked – and she felt her lips do the same. Yes, this was right. She was Lady Haru Okumura, heiress to the Okumura dynasty, wealthy patron of any notion that caught her oh-so-fleeting fancy, and, oh yes – all around rich bitch~ The world was either her oyster, or something to be crushed under her designer brand heels. Possibly both, if she was in the mood!

Everything clicked into place. The strange fog in her head cleared up, and she sighed with relief. She could think clearly at last. Now, she simply had to put on her makeup, and she could greet the day as-

“Haru!” Someone burst in through the door, wearing a mask and biker leathers, and acting all around very impolitely. Haru sighed, and continued adjusting her foundation. Commoners. There just wasn’t any helping them.

“What do you want?” She asked calmly – unafraid despite the sudden intruder in her bedroom. Why shouldn’t she be, after all? She was more than capable of handling them if they got rowdy. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“No no no.” The intruder rushed over, and very rudely interrupted her makeup routine by grabbing her hands. “Haru, please, listen to me. This, this isn’t you. Uh.” The intruder blinked and looked her up and down, as if seeing her for the first time. “I mean it really isn’t you. We’re in the Metaverse, remember? A weird shadow came out of nowhere and hit you with an attack, and then suddenly this palace sprouted up all around us. It’s messing with your mind. Just, just remember who you really are!”

Haru raised a perfect eyebrow, and then pulled her hands free, returning to applying her eyeshadow. “I know perfectly well who I am, thank you. And whatever this nonsense you’re spouting about shadows, I’m not interested. Please leave, before I call my servants to remove you.”

Actually, now that she could see her up close, she recognised the woman, albeit vaguely. Makoto Niijima, right? The younger sister of some hot-shot prosecutor. Yes, she’d seen her around once or twice – though none of that explained why she was in her room.

“Damnit…” Makoto ran a hand through her hair in frustration. “Listen to me! Come on, come with me. We’ll find Joker, maybe he can explain all this-”

“Joker?” Haru spun around to face her, her attention suddenly snared. “You know Joker?”

“Uh. Of- of course…” The brown haired phantom thief frowned nervously. “You remember him?”

“Oh yes. Yes, I certainly do…” The heiress’s heart quickened. Joker. The name of the gallant rogue who robbed from the rich like her, and gave to the filthy poor? She certainly knew that name. By all rights, she should hate his guts, but, when she’d caught a glimpse of him while he was raiding her father’s vault, she’d found herself overcome with the strangest feeling in her chest. Want. Desire. Lust.

One day she planned to catch him, and tame his heart for herself – or perhaps, to let him tame hers. His handsome face haunted her most delightful dreams, and sketches of his dashing figure filled her notebooks. Oh yes, she knew of Joker – And she had no intention of sharing him.

But Makoto knew nothing of her intentions. “Well great! We can find him together – he can’t be too fa-”

That was as far as she got before she suddenly found herself grabbed and pinned against the wall. Haru leaned in close, eyes glinting with a hungry sadism that you normally only saw when she had an axe in her hands. “I shall find him myself,” the Heiress clarified, gracefully plucking the mask off of the thief’s face. “And as for you… I’m afraid I can’t be having any competition, Miss Niijima.”

“Wha-Mmmph!??” Before Makoto could respond, Haru’s lips were pressed over her own, the Heiress forcing a deep kiss onto her with no chance of refusal. It was such a stunning move that she didn’t even think to resist, just allowing the noble’s tongue to slide into her with wide eyes and shocked gasp.

In fact, it was so surprising that she almost didn’t notice when she began to feel funny. A strange coldness was spreading through her body. Like something was being sucked out of her…

Haru suppressed the urge to giggle – at least until she’d drained every last scrap of will and defiance out of her target. Instead, she just waited, half watching half feeling as the struggling stopped, and her foolish little thief started droop, her arms dropping to hang limp at her sides. Ahh, that was more like it.

The poor girl was only common, after all – she needed to learn her place.

But of course, she couldn’t just leave it at that. Stealing away Niijima’s will was all well and good, but she’d be no good to society – and more importantly, to Haru – if she wasn’t given a new role to play. That was fine though – the Okumura house could always do with more servants.

The Heiress deepened the kiss, finishing draining the last of her target’s will, and allowing a small touch of her power to flow back the other way. Immediately, shadows swam into existence, crawling all over Makoto’s passive form. They merged with her clothes, transforming them into a cute, but skimpy maid uniform in a puff of smoke, and then merged with her body to enhance her curves a little too – a small hiring bonus from the generous Okumura family, in exchange for her eternal servitude. Though, obviously, neither her bust nor her butt would be quite as big as Haru’s own. Generosity only went so far.

The last touch came as she watched Makoto’s eyes roll up in her head – only to then be covered by a blank, featureless mask that materialised over her face, covering her completely as the Heiress released her lips. A moment later, a white lace tiara puffed into existence and landed on the new maid’s head – and it was done. Where once was stood a phantom thief, now stood a simple, anonymous maid.

“There we go.” The spoiled noble smiled as she observed her handiwork – the new maid bowing politely as she began her service. “That’s much better. Now I can search for Joker in peace. And you… Well.” She glanced a room. It was a bit of a mess. “Get tidying.” She chuckled, and headed for the door. “Don’t worry – if I meet any more of your friends out there, I’ll make sure they’ll be along to help you soon.”

The former Makoto didn’t seem to mind one way or the other, of course – simply following her Mistress’s instructions, starting with straightening the bedcovers and dusting the dresser. Simple maid’s work for a simple maid.

As for Haru, why, she couldn’t wait to get out there. A palace, that common girl had said before she’d been hired? Well that sounded simply delightful. She looked forward to claiming it for her own. The world was her oyster, after all – and if anyone tried to deny her that, she had plenty of heel to crush them under. She could always use more servants, after all.

Yes, the Empress to be of Okumura foods was ready to make her debut. Naturally. Why would she be any other way?

-

Request: How about a story where princess Zelda Samus and peach are all hanging out and get kidnapped by someone and thown into a machine and turned into sex dolls

The Smash Bros Invitational Tournament hosted some of the most famous faces from across the multiverse, heroes and villains alike. War Heroes like Fox McCloud, renown adventurers like Mario, literal gods like Palutena, megadimensional superstars like Pikachu, whatever the hell Kirby is… The list went on and on! One did not get an invitation to Smash without some level of infamy.

Really, it’s no surprise that some people would try to take advantage. Attempts to infiltrate the tournament are relatively common, whether to try to interferer with the competitors, or to try to rig the results – but fortunately, the security in place was top notch. It had to be, really – otherwise Bowser and Ganondorf would get out of hand pretty much immediately. Getting past the kind of protections the tournament offered took some top level reality warping power, and honestly, most people did not have that.

Though, those defences only covered the tournament, and the tournament grounds themselves. If the fighters wanted to wander beyond those limits, then their safety was down to them. And as intense as the tournament gets, the battles are not an all-time thing. In fact, for the most part there’s only ever one battle going on at once, and usually those cap out at four participants maximum. What do the other contestants do when it’s not their turn up on the big battlefield?

Well, in the case of Zelda (The Link Between Worlds era version, a designation that few besides herself understood), Samus, and Peach, this time they were looking for fun! The trio had started hanging out between matches pretty frequently over the years, all being mainstays of the contest, and had quickly struck up a friendship once again when the most recent version had started. Thus, spending time together had become a daily habit – at least, when they weren’t kicking one another’s asses in the actual fights.

They weren’t short of choices of where to go either. A large tournament like Smash had swiftly given rise to an entire settlement of business and commerce around the grounds, a place that had swiftly become a town of its own with all the increased trade from the various universes connected here. Yes, there were plenty of places to visit – arcades, theaters, shopping malls, all kinds of things – and though the town was outside the protection of the tournament, why would that matter to a group like them? All of them were perfectly capable of handling themselves (no matter what certain people might say about their relationships with Link, Adam, and Mario).

Today, the choice had been sports! Specifically, football. It had been an odd choice from the princess of the Toadstool Kingdom, at least as far as her two blonde friends had been concerned, but both were pretty confident in their physical skills!

At least, they had been, up until the match.

“Where the hell did all that come from?!” Samus was half laughing, half gasping for breath as the three finally hit the changing rooms after the game.

“’M gunna die…” Zelda could barely stand. In fact, she was not standing, slumped out over one of the benches on her back, chest heaving for air under her green sports top. “T-tell my next incarnation… I went out… with more dignity… than this…”

“Oh come now Zelda.” Peach, in her pink top, was quick to comfort her – though there was no knocking that self assured smirk off her lips any time soon. “You did very well for a beginner! You almost scored several times.”

“You mean… I almost… touched the ball… twice…”

The blonde in pink paused, and then nodded. “Quite!”

Samus sat down heavily on the next bench, already funnelling the contents of a water bottle between her lips, with more than a few rivulets dripping down her chin to soak her blue top. “Peach, I had no idea you kicked that much ass on the pitch. That was ridiculous. Where did you learn to do that stuff?”

Peach, for her part, was just doing stretches, reaching her arms up over her head to cool down after a good workout. “I’ll have you know, Samus, that defending my Kingdom from all threats – and myself from the occasional marriage proposal – requires mastering challenges of all sorts! You should see me with a tennis racket.”

“No!” Zelda sat up, a look of terror on her face. “No more. Not… more of that. Let’s do something less strenuous next time.” She paused, tapping a finger against her cheek. “Unless it’s archery, maybe.”

“Are you sure you want to go up against me in a game of shooting things?” The blonde in blue raised an eyebrow, before leaning back against the wall. “Though if either of you want to try pinball, I’m game.”

“Now now, girls.” Peach finished her workout with some leg stretches, pulling her ankles up behind her thighs. “I’m sure we can think of plenty to do later, but right now all I want to do is take a shower and then maybe get a meal. Can we hold off on these discussions until we’re a touch cleaner and a smidge less exhausted?”

“Yes!” Despite her enthusiasm, the blonde in green didn’t actually rise up from her seat. “… You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up when my legs stop being jelly…”

Samus and Peach exchanged smiles, and then nodded, heading through to the shower cubicles. Soon enough, the sound of blasting water echoed through the changing rooms, small clouds of steam drifting overhead. Eventually, with a protesting groan, even Zelda managed to rise to her feet and trudge after them.

The showers were arranged with privacy in mind – this was a pretty high-class sports joint, after all (it hosted royalty and space heroes, so some standards were to be assumed). Each cubicle had a door with frosted glass, and space to disrobe in privacy. As the last one in Zelda made sure that the door was locked, before jumping into her own booth, peeling off her sweaty clothes and stepping into the shower itself. The water felt wonderful as it hit her skin, and she couldn’t help but groan as she felt it immediately start to work in unknotting her muscles.

She assumed that the other groans she heard were for the same thing.

It was interesting, though. Under the light in her, the water looked almost pink…

…

Peach had wet her hair and was half way into working up a good lather with her floral shampoo (because as a Princess she considered it her duty to be at her best at all times) when she started to feel odd. Nothing too worrying, just a little tingly. As though she had given herself a really good scrub, despite the fact that she hadn’t reached for the flannel yet. It almost passed her notice, it was so minor.

Only when the tingling feeling began to gravitate between her legs did she really start to pay attention. Ah, was that it? She couldn’t help but giggle. She had pumped her system full of a lot of adrenaline, and now all of those hormones were starting to seek release in other ways? Dear oh dear~

Welllll… The blonde princess glanced about, making sure there was no way anyone could see her. Nope, she was in the clear. What was the harm in a little fun, then? It was a little lewd, perhaps, but a lady like her had needs, just like anyone else, and privacy was so hard to come by during the Smash contest…

Her hand dipped down between her legs. She’d just be quick, she was sure.

…

Samus slid down the cubicle wall, her back pressed so hard against the glass that it squeaked. It was too much, it was just too much! The heat, the overwhelming heat, she couldn’t get it out, no matter how hard she tried! A quick, sneaky attempt to jill off her built up tension had turned into a full on body stroking, tits groping session before she’d even known what was happening, and now even that wasn’t enough.

She was just. So. Horny!!! She’d never felt like this in her life, the disciplined hunter practically drowning in lust, and no matter what she did, her fingers just weren’t enough to satisfy it! Her moans were starting to grow louder than the sound of rushing water despite her best efforts, and even the feeling of the cold glass wasn’t doing anything to cool her off. She just needed… She needed…!

A click and a mechanical whirring sound caught her attention, the noise just barely penetrating the fog of lust that had completely consumed her common sense. A long, silver pole had risen from the floor, capped with a blue plastic dildo, stopping at just about waist height.

The hunter stared at it with a curious eye.

…

Zelda thrust her dripping cunt down on the staff over and over, her chest pressed up against the door for balance, her breasts pushed flat by the glass and bouncing as she repeatedly rose and dropped her hips. Even with all of the wisdom in her head, she didn’t have enough wherewithal to do anything else other than try to satisfy the all-consuming urges running through her.

And the explosion of pleasure she received as the device penetrated her lower lips made sure she never regretted that choice!

The dignified and graceful princess of Hyrule grunted and moaned as pure liquid delight surged through her system, the mechanical shaft quickly taking it upon itself to pump in and out of her in time with her hips. Any cares or concerns she might have had were quickly thrust out of her head, and she didn’t even notice as the floor began to sink downwards, and her shower cubicle vanished into the ground.

…

Three horny heroines were lowered down onto the underground conveyer belt, their arms and legs swiftly seized by metal tendrils that bound them in a spread eagle pose. None of the trio minded, or really noticed at all, too caught up in the sensual sensations being pumped into their bodies, their brains too hot and bathed in hormones to notice anything but their most primal desires. The constant shower of pink mist that rained down on all of them made sure of that.

One by one they were drawn forward, escorted through a mechanical system that had no care for their comfort, only their undamaged condition. Lights scanned up, down, and side to side over them, assessing their shape and status, making sure there were no unsightly blemishes or scars. Only when every quality test was passed was each girl given the green light and moved on into the next chamber.

It was in that chamber that the process really happened. As Peach, who was first in line, came in, she hazily noticed a collection of nozzles positioned around the room, all pointing at her as her ride came to a halt – though really, ‘notice’ was too strong a word for a hazy thought that came and went in the space between thrusts into her nethers. She didn’t dwell on it, just moaning in pleasure as they took aim…

Samus, who went in second, wasn’t much better. The infamous Hunter was far too fuckdrunk to pay any mind as she was bathed in a steady stream of even thicker pink water, covering her from all angles – save to note that it made her even hornier, and made the feelings coursing through her even better. Her entire body was tingling, thrumming with powerful sensations she’d never even dreamed were possible – why would she care about anything other than getting fucked?

Zelda was the only one who really noticed that her body was starting to feel… different, under the spray. Lighter. Limper. It was getting harder and harder to do anything – even move. Her moans were growing quieter, eventually falling completely silent as her voice lost all of its power. But it was getting harder and harder to think, too, so she didn’t exactly mind.

None of them cared as their skin slowly turned to plastic, and their insides to air. None of them cared as their faces became little more than painted on features, and their hair turned to nylon. None of them cared as their mouths, asses, and lower lips spread open as permanent plastic holes, good for fucking and nothing else…

None of them cared as their minds melted down to simple, lustful desires, and airheaded thoughtlessness.

One by one, the three former heroines were carried out of the transformation chamber, plastic skin shining and their bodies lighter than air. No one would mistake them for anything other than sex dolls now – which was good, because that was what they were, and it was all that they were. The boxes they were carried over and dropped into confirmed that, with each doll’s name perfectly visible as the boxes were closed.

‘Fuck me!’ ‘Thought’ Pretty Princess Peach, the perfect pump-me-up partner.

‘Use me!’ Sensual Sammy moaned in the empty balloon that was her head.

‘Own me!’ Zlutty Zelda mindlessly demanded, her oh-so-wise mind filled with nothing but desires to suck and fuck.

They’d each be satisfied soon enough, as they were shipped off to interested buyers across all corners of the multiverse. Fortunately, they wouldn’t be missed, as the Smash Tournament quickly brought in alternate equivalents of their missing competitors to fill out the roster. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened – despite attempts at stamping them out, the Smash Dolls line of sextoys remained very popular.

After all, with so many famous faces gathered, was it all that surprising that some people would take advantage?

-

Request: (KonoSuba/OC) Aeris decides to take stock of her main temple and tweak it to her liking, but she encounters a paladin paying tribute to her old self. Sexy magic begins to ensue…but doesn’t this paladin seem a bit -too- much into this…?

It had been some time since Darkness had last visited the Church of Eris in Axel. Too long, really. Whatever else she may have been (and there were certainly some choice words her companions would have used, if given the chance), she was a devout worshiper of her goddess, and had been before she could remember. Every day, she had used to go to the church to pray – it was how she’d met one of her closest friends, in fact.

But now, as an adult, a crusader, and an active adventurer, she didn’t have nearly as much time as she’d once had. Her faith had never faltered, no, not even for a second – in fact she felt more blessed by Eris every day. It was just that, actual adventures, travelling across the lands, fighting evil, it was all rather time consuming. And even a woman with max level stamina had her limits, you know?

So, the time had come for the blonde to finally redress this imbalance in her life. Her faith in Eris was important to her, very important, and she wanted to apologise personally to her goddess. M-maybe accept a little punishment from her, if she felt like it… Aheh…

Ah, but, that was very unlikely! It wasn’t like she expected the goddess herself to descend on the world just to punish an unworthy faithful! … And the clergy tended to ignore her when she started praying loudly for such things. Hmph.

At any rate, that was why the crusader headed into the church – to reground herself in her faith, and possibly face some penance, maybe, as a treat. But what she found that day was not what she’d expected.

The first sign that something was wrong caught her eye as she approached the temple itself. It was the stained-glass windows. Darkness had been coming to this church since she was a little girl, and she knew their look well. In fact, those windows had been paid for by her own family (though she usually hid that fact for, ah, reasons), and she knew they depicted the goddess Eris in her traditional look, as depicted by the great artist DeScalvia three hundred years ago, offering a warm and welcoming embrace.

However, now, they depicted a random redheaded woman in a dark dress and a black pointy hat, with a sinister smirk on her face. The look was… interesting. In fact, just seeing it made a tingly chill roll down Darkness’s spine, and she found herself nervously biting her lip… Before shaking herself. This wasn’t the time for fantasies about dark sorcerers corrupting her church and leaving her no choice but to submit! This was serious!

Yes, she could control herself if the need was great enough. Even she was kind of surprised about that sometimes.

Getting closer didn’t do anything to alay her fears, sadly, In fact, peering inside revealed none of the familiar clergy, and far too many mysterious shadows for anyone’s taste. No, something was definitely wrong here.

Now, to some crusaders, this would have been the time to gather up their adventuring party before pressing on into the clearly corrupted church. But Darkness did not even consider doing such a thing. Why? Well, think for a moment, about what would have happened if she had.

“Huh. Tough luck about the church. ‘S just a building though. You want me to investigate, then it’s gunna cost ‘ya!”

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! Look at what happened to that twerpy goddess’s church! This is why everyone should just switch over to the superior Axis cult~”

“EXPLOSION!!!”

Nope. Nope, none of that. The rest of the crew would not be needed. And this time it wasn’t even because of her fetish!

… Okay, it mostly wasn’t because of her fetish.

But, taking a breath, Darkness continued on. She needed to see what had happened in here. She knew most of the priests by name, and if anything had happened to them… Well, she would be very upset indeed. Enough to discard using her sword and getting an accuracy bonus to her hand-to-hand skill instead upset.

“Father Seros? Sister Kaylen? Are you here?” She called as loud as she could, her eyes raking the shadows for any sign of movement. Stealth wasn’t really in her nature, and if there was an enemy here, she wanted it to find her so that she could deal with it quickly. That was how you ended up thinking when you had a tank class.

“It would be Mother Seros now, Dearest,” came a smooth, female voice from just behind her left shoulder. “Though they’re not really in any position to respond, either way. I thought they looked nicer decorating the nave. But allow me to welcome you in their place.”

Almost jumping out of her skin, the blonde crusader spun around, her sword flying – and demolishing a harmless pew as the woman who’d greeted her failed to make even a token effort at dodging, and instead just stood there looking non-plussed.

“You really should consider picking up that proficiency skill, Dearest. Your commitment to your ideals is impressive, but your accuracy, decidedly not…”

It was the same woman that had been depicted in the windows. Tall, dark dress, black pointy hat, red hair – and Darkness couldn’t help but notice the crest of Eris emblazoned on the centre of her dress, just below her… quite steep cleavage window.

“Who are you?!” The blonde demanded immediately, ignoring the comment about her accuracy (though her cheeks did turn a noticeable shade of red). “What have you done to our church?”

The woman smiled – not quite the smug look that Darkness had seen outside, but a sinister look all the same. Again, another tremor ran down her spine, and then got crushed by a crusader who was not dealing with that right now. “Don’t you recognise me, Dearest? I thought you might not, but I did hope…” She brushed her fiery hair back over her shoulder. “After all, you are a favourite of mine, even if it is a little naughty for a goddess to have favourites~”

Darkness blinked. What was this woman trying to say? … And yet… She was a little familiar, now that she mentioned it. Her presence, it was… It was like a warm blanket from her childhood, a fond memory in an unexpected place. But that was nonsense, she’d never seen this woman before in her life! … Had she…?

“I ask again, who are you?” She growled – but her sword was a little unsteady now.

(In fairness, that likely made it more dangerous.)

The woman’s smile never faded, but it did turn a little… gentler, somehow. Softer. “I, my Dearest Darkness, am Aeris – Goddess of Luck and Fortune, and Witch of the Seven Tomes. Your patron and guiding star… Admittedly, with something of an updated look. What do you think?” She leaned forward, preening a little, and apparently rather pleased with her chest. “Do you think red suits me?”

Darkness gaped at her, struggling to find words for several flurrying seconds. “Wha- What?” She finally managed, voice heavy with disbelief. “You can’t be- I mean there’s no way that…”

And yet. And yet. There was that feeling again. That familiarity. That warmth. Despite everything her eyes told her… Her heart said that this was her goddess. That this was Eris.

“I’ve changed a lot, I know.” The woman – the goddess – stepped closer. “But I’m still the god you’ve always known. Just with a few extras.” Her chest bounced. “And I’ve decided to take a more proactive role in affairs on this world. It’s only fair with Lady Aqua roaming around down here, right?”

“P-proactive?” Darkness was still struggling with this situation (and she was flat out ignoring the Aqua comment, a well ingrained instinct at this point), her head starting to spin. And Eris… Aeris? She was getting so close now. “B-but… My Lady…” The words just slipped out, hanging true in the air, and the crusader knew she could deny it no more. “My Lady, you seem so different…”

“I’ve taken a dark turn, I know.” And just like that, the goddess was literally by her side, so close that she could feel her breath on her cheek. She moved so quickly, like she had the agility of a thief! “One of the many gifts I’ve been given. But is it so bad? I don’t want to bring anyone any harm. I just want to indulge myself a little.”

Another shudder as the dark goddess wrapped her arms lightly around her crusader’s shoulders, and this one Darkness couldn’t stop. Thoughts and fantasies were flying through her brain too fast and thick to deny – and judging by Aeris’s chuckle, she was very aware of them.

“Do you know why,” the woman in black practically whispered in the blonde’s ear, “Lady Aqua is so much more powerful than me? It’s because of her worshipers. I have many, many, many more worshipers than she does – but every one of her cultists believes in her with a fervour that boarders on fanatical, while mine…” There was a soft sigh, and then a gentle finger began to trail up under the frozen crusader’s chin. “Mine see me as a novelty. A fashion statement. A social club that everyone belongs to just because everyone belongs to it. So few actually believe in me. It’s actually rather insulting.”

“I, I’d never-!” Before the crusader could even finish her protest, a red nailed finger pressed against her lips and silenced her.

“Shhhh. Oh, silly Darkness, don’t worry, I wasn’t referring to you. You’re one of my most faithful, my truest believers. Oh, if everyone was like you, there wouldn’t be a problem.” A pause. “… Well, we’d need a lot more bondage palaces, but…”

“Lady Aeris, please…!” The title felt so natural in her mouth, she didn’t even think twice at saying it even as her face turned bright red.

A giggle was her response. “You’re so cute when you blush.” The finger under her chin tickled. “But yes, you are one of my true faithful. One of my dearest followers. And one of the few truly deserving of a reward~”

“A… reward?” Darkness blinked, her brow furrowing. She really had no idea how to take her goddess making an offer like that now, in a state like this. She wasn’t even sure it was an offer, come to that. “I… My Lady…”

“Shhh. Let your goddess speak. She has a story to tell you.” And just like that, the crusader found she couldn’t speak. Her lips wouldn’t open, and her throat wouldn’t whisper. She wasn’t even sure if it was because of her goddess’s command controlling her, or her own submissive nature.

“I want you to imagine a world where a dark goddess descends, and spreads her influence over the realm, conquering all in her path. Seeing her goddess so corrupted, one of her most loyal knights, a crusader of purest virtue, forsook her sacred vows to stand against her. She carries the light’s only hope, the world’s single chance to defeat the great witch goddess before all fall under her dominion! Surely, she can slay the goddess, or else all will be lost!”

Darkness nodded subtly, her ears latching on to every word. Her goddess’s tale was sketching itself onto her mind’s eye like a seasoned artisan. She could see it so clearly, it was almost as if she was there…

“Ah. But oh no. Calamity of calamities! The crusader, the world’s hope – she cannot bring herself to strike down her goddess – or her goddess is simply too powerful for her to beat. Either way, she just cannot win, and the dark god defeats her. But more than that…”

“M-more…?” Was the crusader’s whisper a question of her own, or one summoned from her lips by the god that held her in thrall? She couldn’t tell. But Aeris seemed pleased to be asked.

“Oh yes, much more. You see, the goddess couldn’t have one of her servants so openly defy her, no matter how dearly she loved them. No, that crusader had to be punished.”

Darkness’s breath hitched.

“Yes. A punishment most severe. A punishment that would show everyone what would happen to those who defied the goddess. A punishment that would stand as a warning to all across the land, who dared entertained the thought of resistance. A punishment that would last for eternity.”

The crusader was shaking. If you didn’t know her, you might have thought it was in fear. “You mean… d-dea…?”

“No, Dearest.” Aeris leaned close, her arms folding around the blonde’s chest possessively. “Death would be too kind. Too simple. Too quick. The crusader’s crime warrants a far worse fate than death.”

“First, she would be stripped naked, her treasured armour tossed aside like scrap, her fine braids cut apart, all of her secrets bared to the world…”

“B-bared…”

The goddess giggled, fingers rapping against Darkness’s breastplate. “Mmm. Forced to show off everything. Especially when, next, she’s dragged outside the temple in chains, magical ones strong enough to bind even her magnificent strength. They’d string her up on full display, on top of the big fountain just beyond the front doors…”

The crusader swallowed. She knew that fountain. It was just outside.

“Then, the goddess’s magic would pose that gallant crusader in a humiliating pose, with one hand squeezing her breast, and the other dipping into her sex, denying her even the most basic modesty.”

S-such a lewd… humiliating… sinful position…

“And then, with a touch…” Aeris’s fingers drew circles on Darkness’s chest. “She’d transform her former knight, her former dearest crusader, into a statue of solid gold. Unable to fight. Unable to move. Trapped forever as a sexy sculpture outside the goddess’s temple, aware of every passing gaze, of every look of disgust, that she’d draw from anyone passing by…”

“!!!” Was it getting hot in here? It felt it. Hot. Very, very hot. C-could they open a window, or-?

“Golden. Glittering. Glorious. A monument to failure, a testament to fate. Forever and a day, she would serve as a warning to those who stand against the goddess, and a beacon of strength for those who stand with…”

Aeris leaned in to whisper again. “And the goddess would make sure that her story would be spread throughout the realm! Every man, woman, and child, would hear of the fallen knight, of her attempt to save the world, and of her failure. And then even as the years pass, and the crusader’s name fades from history – all of them – her story will remain. Every person who passes that fountain, who lays eyes upon the golden girl… Will curse her, and spit upon her existence. Either as a loyal worshiper of the goddess… Or as someone who blames her for not stopping her rise.”

“Hated. Loathed. Perhaps even frequently vandalized… Darkness, Dearest, please control your breathing, I’m trying to tell a story here.”

“Sorry, My Lady.”

“Thank you. Where was I… Oh yes. Her punishment will be eternal. Unending. Forever. And if, in her heart of hearts, she still praises her goddess, and devotes herself to worshiping her endlessly for indulging her in such a punishment… Well, no one shall ever know, shall they? No one save the crusader… And her god.”

Silence settled over the temple. Silence… Save for the rattling of a certain crusader’s gauntlets, as her hands quivered inside them.

Aeris’s hands rose up to Darkness’s shoulders, gripping tight and spinning her around, the blonde now having to confront her smiling goddess face to face. “Well, Dearest? What did you think of that little tale?”

The blonde swallowed. She took a breath. Then, she stepped back, and readied her sword.

“I’m sorry, my Lady, but you’ve fallen too far.” Steel flashed in her eyes as she raised her blade. “I have to stop you now, before you can unleash your evil upon the world!”

And the red-haired goddess grinned. “Very well.” Dark flames crackled to life in her hands. “Just try not to look like you’re smiling too much, okay?”

…

The golden statue was every bit as glorious as Aeris had promised. Perhaps even more so! Although that was her own opinion, about a work of art that she’d created. It was possible that she was biased.

Still, as she stood in the central plaza, looking up at her most faithful follower, she couldn’t help but smile with pride. Darkness had made a truly herculean effort, in her last moment of mobility, to present the image of a holy knight humiliated and horrified at the fate that was about to be inflicted upon her. The corners of her lips were slightly upturned, of course, and if you really knew her you could see her excitement as clear as day, but to those who only knew the tale of the fallen knight? She was perfect.

Stepping out between moments, into a private slice of time that no one else would see, the red haired goddess carefully climbed up the fountain, gently running her hands over the cool, firm gold that her crusader had become. Teasing, probing, exploring, her fingers ran from spread lower lips, to taut belly, to diamond hard nipples. She even leaned in to place a quick, chaste kiss against the golden girl’s smiling/screaming lips, before pressing her forehead against the statue’s and closing her eyes. If she extended her divine senses as deep as they could go, then…

Yes, there she was. Darkness’s spirit, her soul, burning as bright as ever. She didn’t really think anymore – her brain was just as golden as the rest of her – but her heart still experienced every moment, and sang with joy, her spirit spouting prayer after prayer of purest devotion to the goddess who had given her such a wonderful gift. It was a dream come true.

An eternal bonfire of faith. How’s that for a fanatical follower, Lady Aqua?

Aeris smirked, petting her wonderful worshiper on her golden head, before stepping back down off the fountain, and raising her hand.

Snap!

With a click of her fingers, time restarted – and, as an extra bonus, the fountain sprung to life, water spouting out of Darkness’s two pointed nipples. A fine finishing touch – she could feel the crusader’s spirit wail from the sudden rush of humiliating pleasure.

How delightful. What a wonderful first impression to make on the world. But now, she had a lot of work to do to spread her influence further than the walls of her church. Whatever should her next step be…?

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Request: Luvia comes to the clock tower to check how her prank went only to find Rin the butt slut, shaking her ass. She takes one look at Rins perfect ass which was to many as she becomes entranced by it. She wants to give everything to the ass, and the best way to do that is get rid of the boring human form and become a nice butt plug to plug, stuff, and pleasure Rin’s perfect ass and Rin is more then happy to use her.

Luviagelita Edelfelt was not a woman to be crossed lightly. A young adult, she was already the head of her family, commanding it in all matters commercial, financial, practical, and magical. Despite a civil, perhaps even friendly demeanour, she had a savage side that fitted the cut-throat world of magecraft well, and was more than capable of carving her own niche, both in the politics of the Clocktower, and in history as a whole.

And today had been absolutely catastrophic for her. How do you mix up Endheim and Faldam?! The two theories could not have been more distinct. And yet, somehow, she had tripped – her tongue had answered a question while her mind was distracted. Perhaps she had been infected by a curse of some sort, that had prompted her to humiliate herself in such a public fashion…

Whatever the reason, it had happened. And, alright, fair is fair, mistakes like that could occur from time to time. In an ideal world, she could have corrected herself and apologised for the error, perhaps even cutely blamed a lack of sleep or her sister phoning her up at a late hour or something. But no. Nooo. No, she was denied that chance, denied her dignity, by her. By the red devil. The rampaging demon who caught her mistake first, and publicly corrected her.

Rin. Tohsaka. Rin. Tohsaka. The bane of her existence. The foul fiend who would only be satisfied with her ruination. The country bumpkin from the east. She was going to rue this day, and rue it hard! Luvia was going to see to that personally.

(Have you ever heard idea that the more alike you are with another person, the more you’ll dislike them, seeing in them all the things you don’t like about yourself? Yeah, when mages do that, they get really pretty nasty about it!)

In fact, she already had seen to it. An amusing little curse, hidden inside a devious trap, had been delivered to Tohsaka’s residence a few scant hours ago. Doubtless, it had already gone off, and infected Rin. Now, the poor girl would be forced to do the most humiliating dance whenever she heard any kind of music – and Luvia had already prepared quite a few spells to spring tunes on her rival at inopportune moments. All that was left to complete her revenge was to force the mage out of hiding and into the public eye, where her indignity would live on long, long, long after the curse itself had faded.

It was simplicity itself – though Luvia had a mind that maybe, just maybe, she might be merciful, if Rin apologised for her transgressions and took steps to make amends by repairing her rival’s reputation. After all, Rin was never going to live it down if the Clocktower got wind of what had happened to her. A fitting fate, but a cruel one – and the Edelfelt could be magnanimous, if the mood took them…

It would be up to Tohsaka herself, of course. If she threw herself at Luvia’s feet, then maybe…

Well, one way or another, they’d know shortly. Luvia had waited long enough – and now she stood at Rin’s front door, ready to see if she would be enjoying her Rival’s apology, or complete humiliation.

She didn’t knock, naturally. That would be foolish, and imply that she would accept any result other than immediate entry. Instead, she simply drew a small gem out of her purse, pressed it against the doorknob, and blasted to lock to kingdom come.

Oh dear, she hoped that didn’t negatively affect her rival’s deposit on the apartment. Ah well!

“Oohhh, Riiiiiin~” She called, stepping into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind her. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything!”

Hm. No response. That wasn’t a surprise – doubtless Rin was trying to hide from her to avoid her impending doom. But that wasn’t going to work this time~ And, ah, she heard noises coming from the hall. Movement? Perhaps her target, trying to flee?

With a smirk, Luvia pushed forward, stepping out of the entryway and into the hall proper, turning to see-

Ass

Huh? The blonde blinked. What was-

Ass

There it was again. Luvia’s eyes shot straight to it. She couldn’t see anything else. As soon as she had turned into the hall, her entire vision had been filled with

Ass

Glorious gigantic cheeks, bouncing up and down with no sign of clothing to cover them or underwear to restrain them. She thought she could detect just a hint of a black skirt around the edges of her awareness, just a small glimpse at the very top of that magnificent

Ass

But she couldn’t be sure – because she couldn’t look. She couldn’t even think of looking. The entire concept of trying to tear her eyes away from this amazing

Ass

Had already been completely scrubbed from her mind. She might have been drooling, she couldn’t tell. In just one second, with just once glance, her entire brain had been filled to the brim with

Ass

And there was just no space left in it for anything else.

Ass

Ass

Ass

It was instant loss, it was instant defeat, and she wasn’t even aware of it. Luviagelita Edelfelt had been utterly flattened the moment she’d laid eyes on Rin Tohsaka’s mindlessly bouncing

Ass

And that was all there was to it. She had no capacity in her head to wonder how this had happened, if her curse on Rin had somehow caused this hypnotic effect. She had no awareness to wonder if her rival had been rendered just as mindless as she had. She had no chance to resist, or to even comprehend the idea.

Ass

Was all.

There was a thump as Luvia dropped to her knees, though both the sound and the sensation were squished flat in her head before she was ever aware of them. As was any kind of awareness that she was scrambling closer to the glorious sight that had consumed her mind, crawling on her hands and knees to lay beneath that incredible

Ass.

Before she knew it – not that she ever did – she was there, beneath her goal, beneath the all that had consumed her world. But this wasn’t enough. She wasn’t close enough, she wasn’t doing enough. She had to get closer. She had to do her duty. She had to please the

Ass

And prove herself worthy of it. She needed to do so. She had to! If she could somehow do something to please it, to serve it, she’d give anything, she’d do anything…

And a thought, strange and shaped like a bouncing behind, finally crawled through her mind.

Her lips quirked up into a mindless smile. Ah, yes, of course. She couldn’t serve the perfect

Ass

As she was – but if she gave up this unneeded human form, with all of its unnecessary flab and shape, then she could be whatever the

Ass

Wished! It was perfect. She’d do it immediately.

Advanced mages would have puzzled for centuries to try to work out what Luvia did next. Was it some kind of instinctive magecraft? A reality warping side effect of the strange hypnotic resonance between her and her rival? Perhaps some undiscovered aspect of the curse that had been placed on Rin. Whatever it was, Luvia didn’t care, and she didn’t think about it. All that she knew was she had to become something else to serve her divine

Ass

So she did. She cast away her human form, and became something, the only thing, that a beautiful butt like this could use. Her legs and arms shrank into her torso, and then a moment later her torso was absorbing up into her neck, leaving just a small part of her that spread out into the shape of a thick handle. Her head, still staring upwards with thickly glazed eyes, began to turn blue, her skin taking a plastic sheen as it turned the colour of her dress. The top of her head began to thin, narrowing down to a point, while at her other end, her chin was starting to widen out, until she formed a conical shape, almost carrot like in design. Her hair smoothed away, save for a few small locks that decorated her neck – her handle, with golden drill-like curls.

And in a matter of moments, one of the most promising mages of her entire generation had been replaced by a thick blue buttplug, standing point upwards beneath Rin Tohsaka’s

Ass.

And Rin, even mindless and ass obsessed, was not one about to waste a good opportunity.

Slam!

Her hips came down, and Luvia, in her mindless, inanimate state, achieved nirvana as she was driven between those wonderfully thick cheeks, all the way into Rin’s butt, plugging and stuffing it nice and full. The entranced twin tailed magus almost moaned with delight, shaking her

Ass

This way and that, enjoying the sight of that tiny handle of blue, the last sign of Luviagelita Edelfelt left in the world, swaying between her cheeks. What a fantastic gift her rival had given her.

She couldn’t wait to see what the next person to see her amazing

Ass

Would do~

-

Request: Olivia is approached by Lynch Pharmaceuticals (a subsidiary of Lynch Incorporated) to work with them on developing "new and exciting innovations in the field of mental realignment." Olivia declines, of course, and is shortly thereafter visited by a few representatives of Lynch Security Solutions (a subsidiary of Lynch Incorporated) who escort her to their corporate reeducation center and scoop everything of value out of her mind. After fitting the empty husk that remains with a control collar and stamping a barcode designation on her, the drone that used to be Olivia is redirected to perform menial labor for Lynch Heavy Industries (a subsidiary of Lynch Incorporated) as penance for her refusal of the company's generous offer.

[Subject: Olivia Cabot]

[Classification: Scientific genius]

[Notes: Subject was approached to work for the company due to her expertise in mind manipulation. Despite a generous offer, she turned us down.]

[Risk assessment: Negligible on her own, but if hired by a rival company, she could cause us considerable difficulty.]

[Suggested course of action: Neutralization.]

[Approval granted]

…

“Hey, careful with the arm, I need that to program stuff,” the blue haired scientist grunted as she was forcibly pulled into a non-descript office, having been dragged down a non-descript hallway, after being hauled into a non-descript building. A lot of work had to be put into the construction project to make it as unremarkable as it could be. “It’ll take me an hour or two to whip up a replacement if you break it.”

She was shoved into a chair. The two female brutes in suits who’d snagged her off the street and insistently brought her all the way here finally released her, stepping back and snapping to attention, one on either side of the doorway. It seemed unlikely that she’d be getting out that way without their permission.

“Miss Olivia Cabot.”

Olivia looked up, still rubbing at her wrist. She’d been sat down in front of an office desk (non-descript, because there was a bit of a theme going), and across it, primly standing next to the one window in the room, was another woman. Brown hair in a tight bun, thin-framed glasses that sat comfortably in the ‘disapproval stare’ range of her nose, and a business suit that seemed a rung higher on the ladder of success than the thugs who’d dragged her in here. Yep, this one seemed to be the boss. And Olivia’s ever curious eyes couldn’t help but notice the glowing gem that she wore around her neck, embedded in a thick metal collar…

“Hey. That’s me.” The scientist leaned back in her chair, futilely attempting to get comfortable. She’d been heading home after another long night on the science, so naturally she was still wearing her lab coat, though they’d already taken everything useful out of her pockets. “What can I do for you?”

Alas, her casual charm was completely wasted on the woman in front of her. The ‘boss’ just examined her, steely blue eyes sweeping up and down, before folding her arms behind her back. “You received an offer for employment from Lynch Pharmaceuticals, a subsidiary of Lynch Incorporated, which you turned down – do you recall?”

Olivia blinked, and then grinned. “Oh yeah! So you’re a Lynchie, huh? Right, you guys wanted to hire me to spruce up some of your little mind tweaking chemicals, didn’t you. But you didn’t exactly break the bank with your impressive “offer” now, did you? Sorry, I just don’t see myself as the corporate drone type – at least, not for that kind of petty cash.” She shrugged, pulling her legs up to rest them on the desk in front of her. “That said, if you’re still interested, I might be persuaded to change my mind – for a few extra zeros thrown on the end of that paycheque, anyway.”

And again, her confident attitude just bounced off the woman. “That will not be necessary.”

The blue haired scientist shrugged. “Hey, if you say so. But I’m warning you – there’s no one else in the world who knows what I know. I’m the greatest expert in mind manipulation that’s ever drawn breath, and if you want access to what’s in my noggin, then you have to play by my rules. If you won’t, then I’ll find someone who will, simple as.” Her grin turned downright smug. “Can you really afford not to pay?”

“Yes,” the woman answered simply. “We can.”

Then a small metal pole popped out of the back of Olivia’s chair and stuck itself to the back of her neck, a crackling electric current surging into her. A startled yelp was the only sound she managed to make before her body locked up, every muscle below her neck going tense and stiff. “Wh-Wh-What?!?”

“You have refused Lynch Incorporated’s generous offer. Thus, Lynch Incorporated has decided to acquire you more aggressively. Do not worry about changing your mind. We will do that for you. And do not resist – you’ll only succeed at damaging the merchandise. It may still be useful to us after we’re done.”

Olivia was barely listening – but it didn’t matter much. Their electrical restraints meant that she couldn’t move no matter how hard she tried. Instead, she had to try a different tactic. “W-wait, if you harm me, m-my knowledge will be lost! There’s no way you’d ever let that happen!”

“Correct.” The woman nodded. “Fortunately, your mind is not so complicated that it will be impossible to decrypt. Please hold still as we begin the download. You may feel a momentary discomfort as your mind is sucked out of your body, but that should fade once it is fully digitized and properly formatted into usable data.”

“Wha-?”

“Do not resist. This will not take long.”

There was a change to the current running through her. A different feeling coursing down her nerves. A kind of… draining… feeling…

A sudden fear gripped her as a strange fuzz descended over her mind, a kind of staticky haze, like her brain was being wrapped in a wool blanket. It was becoming difficult to think, to get her thoughts to pull through the wool. It was as though they were being weighed down – no, as if they were being drawn down, caught in a strong current and being forced to spiral into the depths.

As if they were being… sucked… out of her head…

“Wha- Whd… a… y’doin’…” The blue haired woman managed to slur, her eyes fluttering and her lips barely holding steady. It was hard to remember how to form words.

“Trust us – there’s no point in you knowing now.”

Olivia would have responded, but she couldn’t quite remember how to move her tongue. In fact all she could remember was how to fall limp and get suck- get suuuckk… Get suuuuuuuuuuuuu…

The scientist’s jaw dropped, drool spilling on her clean white lab coat. Concepts of things like awareness and sentience left her head, sucked out through a chip attached at the base of her skull and compiled into clean, simple data, without any of that annoying human taint left in it. The chair thrummed, buzzed, and gave one final zap – before the metal rod retracted, and the empty head it had been stuck to slumped to the side, lying limp against her shoulder.

The woman in the suit stepped around the desk and reached behind the chair, plucking a small SD card from its hidden grip. From her pocket, she drew a small white sticker, and pressed it onto the chip with her thumb, before quickly writing the initials O.C. on it in fine penmanship. That done, the chip was deposited into a simple case, and slipped away.

Then she turned her attention to the mindless, drooling meat puppet that had, until a short time ago, been Olivia Cabot.

“You said you do not see yourself as a corporate drone,” the woman said, calmly pulling a familiar looking metal band out of one of the desk’s drawers. “We disagree. Welcome to Lynch, Drone 407128B.”

She snapped the collar closed and tapped the pink gem in its centre, watching it light up, and then that same pink light fill the new drone’s eyes. The blue haired woman’s body spasmed once, her legs knocking themselves off the desk and her fingers gripping empty air, before the collar finished its hardware test and assumed full control. There was a quiet hiss, as a small, one use laser burned an intricate barcode into the back of her neck.

Then, with mechanical, soulless precision, the drone straightened its legs and rose to stand at attention, staring into space with pink glowing eyes.

“Take her to the manufacturing plant on 5th Avenue,” the woman with brown hair told the two blank thugs at the door, her voice resonating with their own pin gemstone collars. “Her body doesn’t have any useful skills for the company to make use of – best to just fold her in with the other drone workers.”

The pair nodded, and swiftly guided the mindless former scientist out of the room, a hand from each on either shoulder, guiding her while her software finished its patching cycle. Her body would be another faceless drone in a nameless factory within the hour, her mind another simple node in Lynch’s grand data archive – her knowledge copied, used, and sold as the company saw fit, and deleted when it was no longer deemed needed.

A fitting fate for one who would deny the company’s generosity.

…

[Subject: Drone 407128B]

[Classification: Worker Drone]

[Risk assessment: None]

[File Closed]

-

Request: OC/Tome of Imps inspired: Bullied girl finds a magic book of (Imps, Fairies, Pixies, your choice here) which can both summon them to help her or let her visit there world. However the more she uses the book, the more she changes into one of them.  Maybe do it dairy entry style?

Dear Diary, today I found the oddest book. It was hidden among the tomes along the back wall of the library, the ones written in the ancient tongues that only the scholars speak these days. The shelf was so dusty that I sneezed three times trying to clean it – which, of course, got plenty of ‘encouraging’ comments from Caitlyn over at the front desk. I wish I knew what her problem with me was. I swear I’ve never done anything wrong by her, at least not to my knowledge…

But, yes, where was I? The book. Indeed, it’s a very odd book. It definitely isn’t listed in any of our reference documents – I combed through them all most carefully. Every book on that shelf has been rigorously catalogued and noted down. Forgotten they may be, but each tome is a valuable piece of history… If not especially valuable in the most literal sense… And what’s more, this book isn’t like any of those others. They are all written in archaic symbols that make my head hurt when I look at them. This one contains no words or symbols at all.

No, it’s full of images. A simple picture book – but it contains the most beautiful art that I’ve ever seen. There’s no describing it, there’s no text that I know that could do it justice. The linework is so fine that not even the lightest quill could have produced it, and the colours are so vibrant they seem to jump right off the page. Whoever made this book was a master of the arts, there is simply no other explanation – but then, why have I never seen their style before? Why can I find no name attached to their masterpieces?

Each page is devoted to a single image, and the entire book is devoted to one specific subject – fairies. The little sweet creatures of myth and lore, with wings made of gossamer and dresses of glitter. In these images they come in all types, of different faces and hair colours and skin tones and wing styles… But each picture really seems alive. I even feel as though they are watching me, just as I watch them.

If I didn’t know better I’d swear this tome was made with magic. But there’s so many blank pages in here as well – perhaps it’s simply unfinished? That would explain why I’ve never heard of such a book. If the artist died while producing it, it could easily have been lost in the shuffle and ended up in my library. A tragedy, really.

I shall have to do more research tomorrow, and see if I can work out who drew these pictures…

…

Dear Diary.

It’s magic, it’s actually, really, actual magic. A real magic book, just like the ones the wizards of the north use in their incantations!

… Okay, maybe not… quite like those. I should start from the beginning.

Last night, I brought the book home from the library. I know, I know, it’s against the rules, but since there was no record of it in any of the library’s files, I have to assume that it’s not really a library book… right?

Anyway, I was just taking it home to examine and maybe repair it – it’s fine, that’s fine. That happens all the time!

At any rate, I spent the evening looking for any trace of who might have made it. Obviously, I had no luck there – I suspect I was wasting my time, knowing what I know now – but by the time I gave up, the sun had long set, and even the moon was looking further across the sky than I like to see. So, I hurried to bed, and I left the book on my bedside cabinet.

Honestly, I’m not sure how long I slept for – I was so tired after my research that I passed right out. But I awoke at some point during the night, before dawn – and Diary, the book was glowing! As bright as a torch flame!

I sat up at the sight, only to be granted an even stranger one. The tome opened on its own! And from its glowing pages, a fairy sprang up into the air, its wings aflutter, her green hair swaying in the breeze. She couldn’t have been larger than my palm, perhaps two of my fists, but her every feature was so detailed and lifelike… Because, of course, she was alive! And flying around my bedroom.

She zipped up in front of my face with a giggle, and waved with a cheery smile. “Hello there, Owner!” She called to me. “It’s been so long since we were last called to this world. How may we serve you today?”

To say I was surprised would be severely understating things, yes. I may have panicked and hidden under my sheets for a few minutes. But the fairy was gentle and assuring, and eventually I poked my head out. Instantly, I cursed my foolishness. How could a creature so beautiful be dangerous? It was simply preposterous.

I had questions, and fortunately, she was happy to answer. Indeed, she seemed happy with everything – a more joyous spirit I’ve never met. She laughed and giggled her way through every request, her voice like the tinkling of a bell.

The book, it seems is either a portal to another world, or contains another world somewhere within its pages – I couldn’t truly understand the words that she was saying here. It involved magic, and I’m afraid that I know little on the subject, and she did not know enough to simplify it for me. Either way, the fairies live in that world, and come to this one when called by the owner of the book, which is me now, according to her. My call was given when I lingered on her image under the light of the moon, which, I am not sure of the mechanics of, but I had best be careful about…

Because the fairy – she would not give me a name, and said that I could not pronounce it anyway – said that as the owner of the book, I have to obey the rules, lest I ‘lose ownership’, and get escorted to the land of fairies myself. It was a strange warning, but a serious one, I felt.

The rules themselves are odd, and I shall need to think carefully about them. According to my fairy guide, they are just these three:

One: Fairies should only be called at night, beneath the light of the moon, and never under the light of the sun.

Two: The owner of the book must treat its contents with kindness and respect.

Three: The fairies must never be given an offering of sanswool.

Of the three, obviously it is the first that causes me the most concern. Never under the light of the sun? Does that mean I should be careful never to open the book during the day? Apparently candlelight is fine, but I will have to be very cautious to keep those pages sealed from dawn until nightfall.

Rule two seems simple enough. It is a book, and I am a librarian – naturally, I will treat it with respect. Rule three, then, is the most confusing. I’ve never heard of sanswool, and the fairy’s descriptions were not helpful. I will need to do some research, just to be safe – though, honestly, unless asked, I wasn’t exactly planning any offerings anyway. That kind of superstition hardly befits a librarian of my stature.

At any rate, according to my fairy guide, the fairies are creatures keen to serve their book’s owner, and she has offered to grant me any request, so long as it can be completed under the cover of night. As a test, I asked that she tidy my room – I admit, it has been far too long since I last did so – and with a giggle, she nodded and clapped.

A moment later, and a veritable swarm of fluttering wings burst fourth from the pages of my book, fairies of all sorts spreading out across my room, glittering like a sea of stars. I recognised them all, of course – I had been studying their images all day – but seeing them in person was an experience unlike any other!

And watching them clean my room was even more stunning than that. I’ve heard of a kind of bug, an insect, that causes famine by descending upon fields of wheat in incredible numbers and eating every stalk. I imagine that watching them work must be quite similar to seeing my fairies in action – though mine are far more pleasing to the eye. They swept through my room like a flood, grabbing every piece of litter, erasing every spill and stain, and straightening every shelf… Before pouring back into their book, their images settling back upon the page, as though they’d never left.

My guide gave me a wink, and said that they’d look forward to my next request. She even said it could be something complicated next time, like- ah, but I probably shouldn’t write that down. Suffice to say, I will have much to think about before I next call them from the book.

And with that, she returned to her own page, exactly the same as when I’d first seen her when browsing the book. I closed the tome quickly after that, and hid it beneath my bed. Then I came to write it all down, lest I forget. There’s a chance that I might think it was all a dream once I wake in the morning, but hopefully this diary entry will remind me that it was not.

I have a lot of research to do tomorrow.

…

Dear Diary. I fear I may have done something dangerous.

It wasn’t my intention! Believe me, I had no plan for anything like this to happen! If someone is reading this thinking that I was responsible, please, understand that I was not!

Let me explain. Today was a rough day. Caitlyn was clearly in a bad mood, and spent her entire shift belittling me for every mistake – including many that she made up. I am… somewhat used to this kind of behaviour by now, yes, it’s hardly new. For years now, ever since we were both teens, Caitlyn has disliked me, and she has never been shy about showing that. But today, she was worse than ever.

It must have shown when I got home that night – for no sooner had I opened the fairy tome, than my guide was asking me what was wrong. And perhaps I should have been more cautious with my words, but her voice was so gentle, and her nature reassuring. I couldn’t help but pour my heart out upon her, and explained my woes at great length.

She was quiet for all of it, her eyes upon me the entire time. And then, once I was finished, she asked me a simple question.

“Do you want us to stop her from hurting you?”

I was alarmed, and I quickly explained that I had no desire for harm to befall the woman, even if she did make my life hell. But my guide was just as fast to assure me that that was not what she meant – that if allowed to deal with Caitlyn, no harm would come to her. That she’d even be happy, and she would never belittle me again.

Cautiously, I asked if I would get in trouble, if there was any way what they did could be traced back to me – but again, they soothed my fears. No, they said with such a firm confidence that I had to believe them. No, I would not get in trouble for what they would do.

… I still should have refused. This was magic I did not understand, and there were sure to be consequences. But after that day… No, after this life of relentless subjugation by that woman… I did not. I could not.

“Please,” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest. “Do it.”

My guide nodded again, as resolute as ever – and with another clap, a glowing, golden swarm of fairies jumped from the pages of the book, and vanished out the window.

I was afraid they would be seen, but there was no cry of surprise from those wandering out on the streets. The night guardsman raised no alarm. I was just left waiting in the quiet dark for what felt like hours, wondering what it was that my fairies were out there to do.

And then my answer came, flying in through the window. A group of dozens of fairies, all flying together – and between them, carried by her arms and legs, as though she were simply laying upon thin air, was Caitlyn. Her eyes were closed tight, and I may have heard a slight snoring sound.

“Do not worry,” my guide spoke up, sitting on my tormenter’s head, as casual as you please. “A sprinkling of fairy dust will make sure she sleeps the full night through. And even as we speak, my sisters are scattering more of it over the village. By dawn’s light, no one but you shall remember that this one ever lived and worked here. There will be no trouble led to your door, Owner!”

“What…” I wasn’t sure what to say, what to ask. I’d never expected any of this. “Where are you taking her?”

“To the land of the fairies!” My guide explained. “A place from which no human ever returns~”

And then, before I could say another word, she winked, and the flight of fairies surged forwards – back into the book. They carried the sleeping Caitlyn with them, sucking her down into the pages in a great flash of light – and then, before my eyes, she was gone.

Well. Not completely gone. For even as I write, I can still see her, as clear as day. Her picture, at the very least. Yes, her image now occupies one of the pages in the book of fairies. Just as detailed and intricate as any of the fairies themselves – though perhaps not as beautiful. She’s still dressed in her night clothes, and appears to be sleeping, even as a picture. It is most… peculiar.

Undoing this now would do no good. The cards are already on the table. I shall be cautious, and see what tomorrow brings.

…

Dear Diary…

No one mentioned Caitlyn today. Everyone spoke as if I was the only librarian the village has had for years. It is very disorientating. Apparently fairy dust is a very potent substance.

More strangely… Caitlyn’s image has changed. Not much, but, it is visibly different. She appears to be awake now, and her expression is confused. She hasn’t moved since I discovered this, but I will definitely keep an eye on her.

I couldn’t bring myself to summon any fairies tonight. I’m still reeling from yesterday.

…

Dear Diary.

Still no mention of Caitlyn. Though there was some talk today of looking to hire a second Librarian. Taking care of the books is a lot of work for one person, though I don’t mind it. Still, it may be for the best.

Her image has changed again overnight. I don’t believe I’m imagining it. She still looks confused, yes, that remains the same – but the changes come in everything else. Firstly, I… It’s hard to describe exactly, but she looks… shorter. Smaller, somehow. The image is the same size that it has always been, and yet, I feel she has lost some height, somehow.

Perhaps that is my imagination, but the fraying of her nightclothes surely is not. She has been dressed in a plain white nightie every time I have looked at her, and yet now I cannot tell if it’s a single piece, or two. It seems to have frayed, right around the middle. Not only that, but I could swear her hair has grown longer – from its normal length around her neck, to down below her shoulders.

The changes are most odd… I will look again tomorrow to see if there are more of them.

…

Dear diary – there are more of them.

Today, it seems clear that her clothes are two separate pieces, a loose, flowing top, and a pair of hip hugging shorts. I’m not sure where she got them from, but she doesn’t seem uncomfortable in them. In fact, she looks much more at rest – her confusion seems to be clearing up.

She seems smaller, too. I’m sure it’s not just me. And her hair – it’s always been black, so then, why does it look almost blue under my candle’s light? And is that an illusion, or does her ear look to be… pointed?

I accidentally mentioned Caitlyn’s name at the library today, and got only a blank look in response. I guess they really have forgotten her. I am… conflicted, about all of this. I need to think on it some more.

…

Dear diary.

I believe I understand now. Caitlyn’s picture has changed for the last time.

Her loss in size wasn’t an illusion. I doubt she’s any bigger than, say, two of my fists now. And her clothes really were changing – now, they are made of glitter, and swirl around her form so tenderly you feel you can see the breeze just looking at her still image. Her hair has grown all the way down to her feet, and it’s as blue as the ocean.

She has become a fairy. Now, I understand my guide’s words. No human can return from the land of the fairies – because once there, they will swiftly become one themselves.

Caitlyn seems… happy, now. As I was promised. There is a wide, airy smile on her face, and her eyes glitter with whimsical mischief. She looks just like the others in the book. Beautiful.

I have to speak with her. I have to… I have questions I must ask her. There are things I must know that only she can tell me.

I will summon her tonight. I’ve been avoiding it, but now, I feel I have no choice. As soon as the sun goes down, I will have my answers.

…

Diary, I may have made a mistake.

I lost control. It wasn’t my intent, but as soon as I called her fourth, her wings fluttering in the air behind her, so pretty that I almost couldn’t believe it was her, something in me snapped.

I… I was more forceful than I meant to be. I never hurt her, but my voice certainly rose far louder than I had planned. I asked my questions – why had she hated me, why had she made my life so unpleasant, why had she followed me even to the library, I…

But she couldn’t answer me. She didn’t seem to remember her old self – or if she did, not clearly. At first, she was as cheery as any other fairy, smiling more brightly than I’d ever seen… But soon, the loud… forceful nature of my demands scared her, and by the time I let her go, she was sobbing, diamond tears dripping down her cheeks.

All she could say to any question I asked was that I was cute…

I should apologise. I didn’t mean to- I lost control. Hopefully, I’ll be able to- Wait.

The book is glow

…

May the next owner understand that the contents of the Book of Fairies are to be treated with kindness.

(Don’t worry about those two. They’re on opposite pages now – they’ll make up.)

- Diary of an unknown librarian. Part of a 2-book collection, but the accompanying picture book is missing.