April Shorts (Patreon)

Hey folks!

Not much to say this week except yay, I got all the requests done. I hope you enjoy them! Lot of fun stuff this month - I'm so glad to be back in the game.

Response I got about a private discord server was relatively positive, so I'll see about setting one of those up later in the month. Here's hoping all goes well.

Beyond that... Enjoy! Thank you for all your support, and have a good week, all.

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Request: Naruto Bim-Bots 3

The invitation was unexpected, but seized on with shocking fervour, like a starving man tearing into a full course meal. Normally, a simple invite to the VIP lounge of a gambling establishment is, though not a particularly unpleasant experience, not something that one would charge head first through fire for.

But this wasn’t just any gambling establishment – this was the Silver Fox.

And this wasn’t any normal patron, either. This was Tsunade. One of the legendary Sanin, the fifth Hokage of Konoha, possibly the best medic-nin in the world, and, of course… The Legendary Sucker herself.

That title needs some explaining, at this point. You see, Tsunade liked to gamble. No, she loved to gamble. It was a lifelong passion, one she’d cultivated at a very young age. It was like a favourite sport or food to her, an addiction she couldn’t quit, and had no desire to. Putting money on a hand of cards, betting on the races, even putting extra shifts at the hospital down to a coin toss, the woman couldn’t get enough. And she’d travelled the land from gambling den to gambling den, growing a reputation as a famous and daring woman ready to risk it all.

Problem was, her luck was bad. No, to call it bad was an understatement. It was abysmal. Nothing ever went right for her, least of all anything left to random chance. The people she cared about died tragically. The things she cherished shattered. And at the card table… Well, the woman couldn’t win a bet on if the sun was going to come up tomorrow. The only times she ever won a game of chance was when something worse was about to happen to her and her luck was preoccupied.

Did this stop her gambling? Not a chance! The woman had the determination of a shonen anime protagonist on this front, no matter how much anyone around her begged! She was determined to win, determined to throw that next dice. One day, she was sure, one day, it’d come up big, and then everyone would finally, finally be forced to acknowledge her win. No matter how much money it took, no matter how many bets she lost. Some day she’d win it big, and no one would ever call her that stupid title ever again!

That was the level of delusion at work here. It was the mother of all sunk cost fallacies. Once, long ago, she had decided to keep going when she really should have stopped, and she’d never looked back.

And so obviously, when a woman with long silver hair had walked up to her on the gambling tables and offered her a pass to the biggest betting room on the continent, she’d snatched it up without question.

But maybe she should have. To be honest, she was starting to feel a bit strange. She kept feeling like she was supposed to be checking on someone while she was wandering the tables, but… Who? She hadn’t come here with anyone, had she? It was odd, she certainly felt like she’d come here with someone else – no, with a few other people. And yet, when she tried to recall who, her memory was a complete blank.

Could it be Shizune? No, she’d left her first apprentice back home. The girl always worried too much whenever she gambled, and she could be such a nag, so- Wait. Wait, hang on. Why had she just called Shizune her ‘first’ apprentice? Wasn’t she her only apprentice? Sure, she’d taken on other students, but Shizune was the only…

Hm.

Tsunade was not a foolish woman (though the above may have convinced many otherwise). A ninja with poor instincts did not remain a ninja (or, indeed, alive) for long. She knew something was wrong here.

But…

Well. Check that paragraph about her determination again. Tsunade may not have been a fool, but another thing she wasn’t was a coward. It would take more than a few spooky feelings to scare her off tonight. This was her big chance, and she wasn’t going to squander it. She’d just have to be careful with how she went about it, that was all.

So she was smiling as the great big silver doors parted for her with a flash of her invite to the woman at the door, climbing the stairs beyond as a woman on a mission. Not only would she work out what this place was trying to pull – but she’d also do it while winning the biggest jackpot in the history of the planet. There was nothing to hold her back.

The fact that maybe the people she couldn’t remember may have been explicitly there to hold her back never even occurred to her!

But even so, with all that determination and caution surging within her heart, the VIP lounge proper still took her breath away. It was like an entirely different world from the casino down below. While that had been glitzy, this place was outright glamourous. Downstairs it was all red carpets and gold furnishings, flaunting wealth and opportunity. Up here, the carpets were sapphire blue, the furnishings silver, with crystal sculptures lining the walls – it emphasised elegance and sophistication. Just by setting foot in this place, the atmosphere seemed to suggest, you were the elite of the elite, far above the common crowds down below.

And the furnishings weren’t the only things that were silver. Tsunade couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as she saw that the human staff she’d seen in the casino proper had been replaced with something a bit more mechanical looking. What were those ladies – puppets? Dolls? Golems? She couldn’t tell at a glance. All she could see was that they all had silver skin, and rather ridiculous female figures, wrapped up in blue bunny suits. Clearly, the VIP lounge was catering to a very particular kind of clientele.

One of them – a silver server with, oddly, short pink hair strutted up to her, her massive chest firm and proud beneath her bunny suit as she – it? – offered her a glass of wine. She ignored it, walking past without a second glance.

The thing that really caught her eye, though, was the woman with long silver hair wearing a classy blue dress walking up to greet her. “Welcome, most illustrious Hokage. I hope you’ve found my little casino adequate enough to meet your exacting standards?”

Tsunade’s eyes narrowed as she recognised her. “You’re the one who gave me my ticket.” Oh yes, this woman would be all sorts of trouble. “What’s your game?”

The woman just smirked. “Why, surely that’s the question I should be asking you? This is a gambling establishment, after all. You’re here to play, aren’t you?”

The Hokage wasn’t impressed. “I’m here to bet on a fair game,” she said, eyeing the other woman up suspiciously. “I’ve no interest in putting money on a rigged table. I know you’re up to something here.”

“Mmm, fair enough.” The woman smiled, flicking a small blue fan in her hand. “Well let me put it this way then. Yes, I lured you here. I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long, long time, Miss Tsunade. Someone who truly appreciates what it is to gamble. Who takes such joy in the art of the bet. That kind of spirit is so horribly rare. It needs to be backed up by power and intelligence to survive this cruel world… And to meet one like you, who’s come so far, one of the most powerful women in the world… Oh my, you’re simply too tempting to resist.”

She leaned forward, clasping her hands behind her back. “So I decided that the time had come to set up a little wager between us. And I have made sure that you and I will be alone at the table when the game is played. I’m afraid your little helpers won’t be here to help you cheat. That’s just good business.”

“So you did take some of my people.” Tsunade’s aura flared, the gem on her head glowing. An angry Hokage was a scary Hokage. “I suggest you return them now, before I retrieve them by force.”

But the woman didn’t even flinch. Her smile just grew wider. “But my dear gambler, how can you retrieve them if you can’t even remember them? You could be standing next to them right now, and not even know it.”

The blonde stepped forward. “I think we know a thing or two about breaking genjutsu.”

“Oh, but this isn’t some illusion we’ve cast over you that you can break.” Silver eyes shone. A hand came out, rolling silver casino chips across her knuckles. “Those girls came in here and willingly gambled away everything that made them special, everything that made them themselves. And now those identities belong to the house.”

The coins glittered in the light, the engraving of strangely familiar faces on each one clear to Tsunade’s eyes. To her horror, she realised that she couldn’t sense any sign of deceit from the other woman. She was telling the truth.

“The only way you’re getting them back is if you win them from me. Otherwise…” A flick of her wrist, and she was holding one chip up to her eye, held between her thumb and forefinger. “Maybe a lucky patron of the Silver Fox is going to walk out of here tomorrow as the finest apprentice of the legendary Tsunade. Or…” Flick. “The heiress to a wealthy dynasty of powerful bloodline users! Or perhaps even…” Flick. “A clerk in… a flower shop? Seriously?” She chuckled and shook her head, the chips vanishing. “Well, two out of three jackpots isn’t bad.”

The blonde’s fist tightened. This was every bit as bad as she’d feared. “Who are you? And what do you want?”

The woman smirked. “You can call me Miss Fox. And all I want is a game. I’m happy to go all in if you are.”

Tsunade’s eyes narrowed. A lot was at stake. If what this woman was saying was true (and given all of her attempts at breaking the genjutsu weren’t working, it seemed it was) then she would be risking everything – herself, her ninja, even Konoha itself. But on the other hand, the fates of her own subordinates were on the line… And…

And, honestly, it sounded like the jackpot of a lifetime. If she won this, no one would ever call her Legendary Sucker ever again.

“Deal.” She nodded, resolute.

Mother of all sunk cost fallacies.

Grinning, Fox led her over to one of the main tables – one with a spinning wheel at one end, with a crowd of gamblers already clustered around it. But with a wave of her hand, they dispersed – led away to other games by silver skinned servitors.

“The game is simple. You know Roulette, I’m sure.” Fox gave the wheel a demonstrative spin. “Simply tell me where you think the ball is going to land. Couldn’t be more simple. You can inspect the wheel if you like. No magnets, no sticky tape… It’s just a normal spinner. No tricks here.”

“That’s all?” The blonde ninja folded her arms. “I find it hard to believe you’d set all this up for something so easy.”

But the silver haired casino owner just laughed. “The fun’s in the gamble. No need to make it complicated. For such high stakes, the easier the better. In fact, I’ll make this even simpler for you. Red or black? Or green, I suppose, if you really want.”

“And if I get it right, I get it all? The ninjas you kidnapped, and all their tokens?”

“As well as all of my considerable wealth.” Miss Fox snapped her fingers, and summoned up a silver token five times the size of any other gambling chip Tsunade had seen tonight. It was engraved simply with the image of a fox tail. “Enough to recoup every debt you’ve ever incurred ten times over, I’d wager.” Another flick, and the chip was gently spinning through the air, landing on the table to signify the house’s bet. “How about it? Ready to play?”

There was only one answer she could give. “Always.” The Hokage set her hands on the table, ready to meet bet with bet. But this time, she had more than just determination. She had confidence. Because she had a feeling… “So how are you doing this? Do you want to drop the ball yourself, or shall I?”

“Oh, by all means.” Fox handed over the ball – silver, of course – with a flourish. “It’s my wheel, so the ball is all yours.”

“And you won’t use any tricks to change the place it lands at the last moment?” Tsunade snorted. “Believe me, I’ll catch you if you do.”

“Oh my, I’m offended! You think I’d cheat?” But the Fox’s grin never wavered. “I’ll cheat just as much as you, and no more.”

Perfect. Then this game was as good as hers. Sure, Tsunade liked to gamble – but she liked to win even more. And really, could this actually qualify as cheating? The fact was she was a ninja – an expert at using projectiles and controlling the angle. With the ball in her hand, its weight and size all measured, she could throw this thing as she pleased, and hit any target she wanted. A simple spinning wheel wouldn’t pose a challenge – it just made the shot more fun.

No, this wasn’t cheating. It was just skill. “Very well then.” She spun the ball around on her palm, before plucking it between her fingers, and taking aim. “I’ll put it all on black.”

Immediately, she felt a tingle as the chips she’d been handed at the entrance appeared on the betting board. Already, they were trying to suck all of the skills and individuality she had out of her. But she’d been expecting that. If Fox’s plan had been to trick her into betting, and then take advantage of her after her traits were stolen, she was going to be disappointed. Tsunade had waited until the absolute last moment to make her bet – and now, it was too late to stop her shot before she’d flicked the ball into the roulette wheel.

“Nice try,” she muttered as she watched it drop, bounce, and start to spin. She could still feel the tingling, but it had gotten less intense after the original surge. She could feel her knowledge draining slowly, steadily, as the coins glowed on the table. Presumably, Miss Fox had intended to gloat as she faltered.

Though, to Tsunade’s annoyance, the silver haired woman hadn’t stopped smirking. There were clearly other tricks in play. She’d have to watch carefully to make sure she caught them all. Eyes narrowing, she focused her gaze on the ball as it bounced and rolled, circling around and around…

… and around…

…r… r-round…

The legendary ninja swayed on her feet, her eyes still locked on the roulette wheel as it spun.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?” She heard Fox speak up. “The wheel, I mean. Such pretty colours.”

Yes… It was pretty…

“Really helps you track the ball, right? Keep your eyes on it. Watch closely. Don’t even blink – you never know what kind of tricks I might have up my sleeve…”

The ball should have landed by now, but for some reason, Tsunade didn’t mind. It was easy to watch it spin, swirling, spiralling through the wheel. It really was very pretty.

Fox was still talking, but she’d mostly tuned her out. She had to watch on the ball, after all.

“That’s an interesting thing about gambling addictions. It gives you real focus when the game is at play. I’d say there’s no one in the world more focused than you on that ball right now. But then, I bet it’s relaxing for you, right? You must feel more at home here than you do in your office! You’re a gambler – what could be more relaxing for you than a gambling hall?”

That made sense. She really did feel more at home in a gambling den than she did in the Hokage’s tower. But… But she really shouldn’t let her guard down. She had to keep watching the ball…

But the words kept drifting in through her ears, soft and gentle and hard to ignore. “That’s right. You can relax here. It’s practically your second home. Relax, relax! You can do that, can’t you?”

Relax… Relax? Could she really… relax here? For some reason she felt like she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t recall why right now. And the voice whispering in her ears was so soothing. It was hard not to listen.

“Yes. Relax. Let go of all of that stress. Those worries, those fears. Let them all dissolve away. Just relax. Let that big, complicated mind fade away, let that pretty blonde head of yours go empty and hollow…”

Empty… and… hollow…

Tsunade’s jaw dropped open, drool starting to drip down her jaw and onto her chest. Her shoulders were slumped, arms hanging limp at her sides as she kept staring into the unending spiral of the roulette wheel. On the table, the chips continued to glow, draining more and more of her skills and traits – now with utterly no resistance on her part at all.

Miss Fox snorted with amusement. “Too easy. I know we were draining your intelligence out of your head, but dear, is it possible you were always weak to hypnosis? You went under so quickly, I’d be shocked if it was your first time.”

Naturally, the blonde had no answer for her – her eyes still locked on the spiral, her head empty of thought.

“Well, I did say I’d cheat as much as you did, didn’t I? You controlled the ball, so I controlled the wheel. And I’m afraid this one will never stop spinning if I don’t let it. Makes for a very pretty pattern, don’t you think?”

“…”

“Oh right, yes, you don’t. How unfortunate! You can’t even object. Not that you’d get far if you did. I’m afraid that since the wheel will never stop, the ball will never land. And since it will never land, that means neither red nor black wins – and the house takes all bets by default. Soooo…”

She reached out, and with a blue nail paint adorned hand, she scooped Tsunade’s tokens up off the table – the entranced Hokage doing nothing to stop her. Grinning, she sorted through them, admiring the many facets of the Hokage’s identity she now possessed – including, she noted as she studied a chip, the very rank of Hokage. My, that would certainly be a valuable prize to play over.

“I’m afraid this is the end of your time as a legendary shinobi, Miss Tsunade,” she said with a giggle, holding up a chip, the one containing the woman’s skill as a ninja. Tsunade’s face was clearly engraved upon its face. “Just like your minions, no one’s going to remember your tale. But there is one legend I’ll let you keep.” She flipped the coin around, revealing the tail side – a busty, blank bimbot.

Her words had an instant effect on the drooling Hokage. The blonde suddenly snapped to attention, staring blankly forwards into space. Her jaw closed, her arms straightened, her chest thrust out proudly. Then a change seemed to come over her. Her skin hardened, toughened, became smooth and metallic, as she gradually lost any hint of colouration, her entire body turning silver. Her joints turned into complex joints, as her lips turned an emerald shade of green, just like her robes, and her eyes turned to pink tinted glass.

There was a moment of pause, as these changes spread all the way to her core, turning every ounce of flesh and blood to metal and rubber, before her chest suddenly inflated outwards and her hips burst through her pants, developing the massive curves that any bimbot could be proud of. By the time she was done, she was not only an hourglass figure – she was possibly the curviest bot in the entire casino.

“Welcome to my Casino, Legendary Sucker,” the silver haired fox purred, stroking a hand through the blonde’s faux hair, before letting her finger slide down the new blank silver face, and curling up under the bot’s chin. “Now let’s put you to work.”

The former Tsunade didn’t hesitate to obey.

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There were many tales told of the Silver Fox, that most elite of elite gambling halls, where the walls were lined with gold, and the pay-outs could crash the economy of a nation. But few words were ever spoken about the true treasure within its walls, within the VIP room. It was a secret held as precious by every visitor who graced its sapphire floors.

Within its halls today, one bimbot – a pink haired, busty favourite of the regular crowd, was serving drinks, a pretty, if vapid, smile on her pink lips. She offered drinks, or chips, or help as needed. And all the while she mindlessly enjoyed the grabs and gropes that were so common in this club – waiting patiently for the next time a client decided that feeling her up just wasn’t enough, and she’d be allowed to help them with their needs.

Another – a pony-tailed blonde bot, was currently doing just that, bent over one of the beds in the exclusive bedrooms on the second floor, blankly enjoying showing her latest client just how much pleasure her fuckrubber lined holes could provide.

The dark haired bimbot who was currently serving several clients in the bedroom next door was rumoured to have once been an elegant and refined heiress of a noble dynasty. Doubtless, this partially explained her popularity, that hint of regalness attached to an otherwise mindless doll. But to her credit, her curves were also immensely satisfying to all who made use of them – just as one such client was discovering.

But the true treat of the VIP rooms could be nothing other than the most famous bimbot in the entire suite, who was currently on her knees demonstrating exactly why she was known as the Legendary Sucker. For though Tsunade would never gamble again – she was firmly a prize to be played for, and never a player - her title certainly still rang true. Indeed, there was no chance of her losing it now. It would define her from now on until the end of time.

Though, at the very least, she’d probably be relieved to know that her legendary bad luck would never trouble her again. Not now that she, and her three assistants, were now property of the casino.

Such was the fate of those who’d try to cheat at the Silver Fox.

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Request: Servant Trap: It's very fortunate that Nightengale was summoned to this place when she did. The other Servants have clearly been infected by a horrific disease that has swollen their bodies and affected their minds. It is the Berserker's duty to examine her patients, establish a prognosis, and alleviate their symptoms while working on a cure.

No, of course she isn't herself infected. That would be ridiculous.

The city was sick. Disease spread through every street, strutted down every alley. A chorus of giggles and moans echoed from every window, the glitzing lights of stripper shows and porn flicks cast shadows on every wall.

The city cried out for a saviour. And a saviour it would have. An angel had descended, and she would not rest until all was well once more.

“That is ridiculous,” The pink haired Servant Florence Nightingale stated as she stared down from the rooftops at the sprawling eternal city of Cockaigne below her, tightening her gloves. “I am a nurse, not an angel. This will be a scientific treatment of a curable ailment, not a magical helping of pixie dust.”

Who was she talking to? Well, Berserkers were sometimes a bit odd like that. Insanity was a core part of the class, and thus, sometimes, they reacted to things that no one else could perceive.

“I just told you, I am a nurse, not a Berserker. Nor am I insane. I am simply dedicated to preserving life using the best methods available to me in any given moment.”

… Moving on. One might wonder why she was up here, shrouded in the smog produced by the strange processes of the city of pleasures, but that was simple. She was waiting. Patience was an unusual quality in a Berserker, yes, but Nightingale was a nurse-

“Correct. Finally.”

- who knew the value of acting in measured haste, rather than an all of blitz. A patient could not receive treatment before they had been given a diagnosis. While there was no forgiving simple tardiness, execution had to be melded with precision to produce the best results.

Thus, she was up here, perched on the roof’s edge over a dark alley bellow, watching, waiting. Her moment would come, she was certain of that.

“Okay guys, I’mma head out! If you wanna have more fun, like, you know what street corner I’ll be on~”

And then, finally, movement as a voice drifted up from below, a call left behind by the young woman stepping out into the alleyway, theatre door closing behind her. This was the chance that Nightingale had been looking for. Without hesitation, she dropped down into the street below.

“Jeanne d’Arc?”

“Yeah?” The blonde turned as the other Servant dropped to the ground behind them, blinking with surprise. “Oh, like, hey there cutie! Where’d you come from?”

It was no surprise that the pink-haired nurse needed to double check their identity. Nothing about the other servant would imply she was a holy woman of any sort. From her slutty makeup, to her revealing clothes, to her incredible curves, to her vapid expression, there was not a single hint that she could ever have been thought of as the liberator of France. At best, she looked like a common whore. At worst – a total bimbo.

That was the issue, obviously. “You are sick, and require treatment. I’ll need you to come with me.”

“Huh?” The blonde put a finger to her cheek, pouting cutely. Then her eyes lit up. “Oh sure! It’ll be 100 quartz for the first hour, then 200 for every-”

“I have no money.”

“Oh.” Jeanne slumped. “Then no can do! My Master was, like, really upset with me the last time I forgot to get paid…”

“None the less, this is still a medical emergency. I must insist that you come with me. Fortunately, I am just distracting you.”

The bimbo considered this, pondering with all two braincells. “Hmmm. Well, you are kinda cute. Maybe if I- Wait, what? Ooohhh…” Suddenly, the blonde dropped forwards into Nightingale’s arms, her eyes rolling up in her head. Behind her, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

“Probably for the best we not let her babble on any longer,” Jing Ke muttered, cleaning the poisoned needle she’d just jabbed into Jeanne’s neck. “Knowing you, you might have actually agreed to something really stupid if I let you.”

“I would not have engaged in any activities that might have allowed transmission of her condition into myself,” Nightingale replied, wrapping her arms around the snoozing blonde and hoisting her up over her shoulder. “Though I was starting to wonder what was taking you so long to sedate her.”

The dark-haired assassin shrugged. “Hey, she used to be Ruler class, right? Those have all kinds of protections. I had to aim my strike perfectly.” Then she rolled her eyes. “I needn’t have bothered though. Whatever she is now, it’s no Ruler class. She was as open as they come.”

“Mm. Hopefully a mystery we’ll be able to get to the bottom of, now that we have our first patient.” The nurse nodded to herself. Yes, this was good. The first step towards reversing the terrible affliction that had taken root in this foul city. Now, at last, they could study the disease first hand. “Come. We must get back to the lab.”

She jumped – her Servant strength easily allowing her to return to the rooftops and charge off over the city. Jink Ke just sighed, fading into the shadows and following in a much quieter fashion. “As long as we don’t end up with bottoms like hers…”

-

‘The Lab’ was a simple building in a quiet part of the industrial district. An eternal city that sprawled out in all directions inevitably had areas that weren’t in use by the citizens, and this one had been taken over and given a thorough decontamination by the pink haired nurse. Though it was, of course, no substitute for an actual hospital, it was a better place to tend to anything medical outside of one. Alas, while Cockaigne had its own medical facilities, even the Berserker had to conclude they couldn’t be trusted.

“I have already told you,” Nightingale said as she strode in through the doors and carefully placed the still unconscious Saint on the table in the middle of the room, “I am not a Berserker, I am simply a nurse.”

“But I didn’t say anything?” Jing Ke, following not far behind and shutting the door behind her, gave her companion a confused look. Alas, the nurse ignored her, focusing on her newest patient.

The Assassin sighed. She was used to the other woman being strange by now. While at first glance, Nightingale seemed rather straight forward and sane by the standards of her class, it soon became apparent after interacting with her for any length of time that she was anything but. The nurse did not think in the same way as a normal person. Her values were different, and her goals made sense only to her.

If she could have found anyone else in this city with a functional brain to work with, Jing Ke might well have jumped ship already. Not that she didn’t like her, Nightingale was fine in small doses. It was just she tended to be a bit much when you were stuck with her for a long time.

But there weren’t any other options. Since she’d been unlucky enough to be summoned to this accursed city, every person Jing Ke had encountered had either been a brainless bimbo, or trying to turn her into one – save for one. And as difficult as that one could be, she was trying to work on a cure for whatever had turned all these Servants into big boobed sluts – thus, the Assassin had decided to assist her.

So, she pushed aside her irritation – and dearly, dearly wished for a drink that wouldn’t melt her brains out of her ears – as she walked over. “Where do we start?”

“The first step will be a thorough examination.” Nightingale said, already studying Jeanne’s snoozing form. “The records in my saint-graph tell me some other incarnation of mine has met this woman at least once before. I’ll compare this version of her to that one, and from there determine what changes have occurred.”

The Assassin nodded. “Makes sense.” She pulled out a pen and paper. “Fire away then. I’ll jot it all down.”

The nurse nodded gratefully, before looking back to Jeanne. After a moment of consideration, she moved over to stand next to the Saint’s head, and gently pulled one of the blonde’s eyes open.

“Eyes are slightly dilated… Likely from the sedative.” She let the eye rest, and cast her gaze on the rest of Jeanne’s face. “Lips seem to have grown thicker, cause unknown…”

The inspection moved down – to two unmissable mountains, still dressed in the sluttiest clothes the fallen Saint could have found. “Her chest is swollen to incredible degree, but there are no signs of surgery…” The nurse inspected her patient’s breasts carefully, her hands stroking across their soft, round surface, completely ignoring the giggly moans coming from said patient’s mouth. “Cause still unknown, but likely the same as the alterations to her face.”

Her inspection – and her hands – slid downwards. The dreaming Saint thrust her hips eagerly at her touch. “Buttocks… same as chest. Firm, and surprisingly strong despite lack of evident muscle.” And then said hands casually spread the blonde’s legs apart. “Sex is well lubricated and clearly sees frequent use.”

Even Jing Ke, who thought she was used to all this, had to splutter at such a direct statement. That skirt really hid nothing, huh? “I’ll bet.”

Nightingale ignored her like usual. “Everything seems normal – except…” Frowning, the nurse lent down, stroking a finger down the inside of Jeanne’s thigh – drawing a very happy moan from the dreamer on the table. Her gloved finger came up with a thin coating of pink liquid. “Interesting.”

The Assassin looked up. “Did you find something?” Her voice was hopeful.

But the nurse shook her head. “Unknown. An unusual fluid. It could be the cause – or just a side effect.” She grabbed a swab and took a sample (which, naturally, Jeanne enjoyed) before stepping away from the table. “Other than those changes, the body seems to be in remarkable health. Musculature, heartbeat, stamina… Were she a normal patient, I’d kick her out of my hospital immediately to give the bed to a real patient.”

“But she’s no, so…” Jing Ke looked through her notes. “What now?”

“Now,” the nurse said, voice firm, “we need to identify this substance.” She held up a sealed vial containing the now pink swab she had taken from Jeanne. “It will be difficult with the resources we have on hand, but-”

“Hey, hold on a second.” The Assassin jumped in suddenly, her brow furrowing with concern. “What happened to your glove?”

Nightingale blinked, her laser focus sliding from the contained sample in her hand, to the glove around said hand. Specifically, to the part of it covering her index finger, which had dissolved down to the knuckle, exposing the finger beneath.

“Hm. Interesting.” The Servant’s expression barely changed as she examined herself, turning her hand over this way and that. “It seems that whatever kind of liquid this is, it’s corrosive to clothing. Perhaps this explains her lack of underwear?”

“Uh, maybe.” Jing Ke gave her a nervous look. “Do you feel okay? It’s not doing anything to you, right?”

“It doesn’t seem so,” the nurse said with a shrug. “I didn’t even notice what it was doing. There’s no pain or other kind of sensation. It may dissolve clothing, but my body is made of stronger materials.” She casually wiped the finger off against her chest, then returned her attention to her sample.

“That was just a weird thing to say,” The Assassin sighed as they moved over to a table with analysis equipment. “I haven’t had enough drink for this.”

As always, Nightingale ignored her, placing the sample down carefully. Neither of them noticed the nail at the end of her exposed finger gaining a coat thick of pink nail polish.

“The dissolution effect doesn’t seem to apply to the swab – or to glass,” she noted instead as she transferred part of the sample onto a Petri dish. “Could it be limited to clothing, perhaps?”

“That’d make sense. We’re dealing with something magical here, that’s for certain, and whatever this stuff does, it clearly has a taste for the slutty.”

“Mmm.” The nurse slid her petri dish under the microscope, peering down at it and adjusting the magnification. Her red jacket, where she had wiped her finger, was slowly starting to melt away, exposing a chest that looked slightly too big for its bra. “A virus that infects and converts everything it needs, and discards what it does not.”

“Sure, something like that.” Jing Ke was looking back at Jeanne. “And it leaves the Servants it corrupts like… that.”

“Yes. In that case it makes sense that she seems to be the picture of perfect health. The virus must want to keep its host in good condition. Any other illnesses or injuries are probably swiftly dealt with.”

“It doesn’t want the competition.” The Assassin snorted again. “Well why not? I don’t exactly know anything about magic, but it fits as well as anything else I’ve seen out here.”

Nightingale adjusted the microscope again, and then paused, looking up. “Almost like… the perfect medicine…” Her bra grew tighter.

Jing Ke blinked. That sounded pretty odd, even for Nightingale. “Well don’t sound too impressed by it. If it’s perfect then you’re not going to be able to find a cure.”

“Hmm. But perhaps we won’t need one.” There was a strange tone in the nurse’s voice – a light lilt that seemed horrifically out of character for her. “I’ll need to do some more tests.”

The Assassin blinked. “Wait, what do you-Ghunuhh!”

She was cut off, her eyes crossing as Nightingale turned and, without warning, jabbed the pink-tipped swab straight into Jing Ke’s ear. Instantly, the dark-haired Servant felt a tingling in her head, a strange bubbling sensation filling her skull.

“Obviously, this contagion isn’t affecting me,” the nurse stated, as calmly as could be as she gave the swab a twist and observed her companion’s mouth dropping open, her tongue lolling out as peculiar – and evidently quite pleasant – sensations blasted through her brain. “But perhaps a small dose will affect a weaker servant. Seeing your transformation should tell me everything I need to know.”

“Wha… Y-you…!” Hot. Jing Ke felt hot. Suddenly her white kimono was feeling far, far too tight, and she was gasping for breath even as she pulled away from the Berserker’s grip. “You’re insane!”

“No. As I’ve said. I’m simply a nurse.” Nightingale said, letting her go without issue and simply watching her progress. “And this is just another test.”

“W-well you’ll be disappointed. This… Hahh… This isn’t going to affect me.” The Assassin licked her lips, stumbling towards the exit. “If- if you can resist it, I can too… I’ll just… I’ll just…”

She fell against the double doors, pushing against them for several seconds. “Wh-when did you lock this?” She asked, staring at the door that clearly had ‘Pull’ written on it with dazed eyes – eyes that were in the midst of turning pink. “Well, fine, I can… Ah… I- I can… Oooh!”

She fell to her knees, her rapidly expanding tits tearing through her kimono as her eyes fluttered. Her brain was struggling, her thoughts turning all light and airy even as she tried to focus, but she was still trying to hold on. Thus, she was completely able to see her former ally advancing towards her – and see how she’d changed as she’d tried to escape.

Nightingale’s outfit was the most obvious shift. The red jacket and dark skirt of her uniform had both dissolved away by now, revealing the shape of a white nurse’s dress clinging tightly to the sides of her expanded curves. She’d also acquired a white nurse’s cap from somewhere, a pink cross on its front. Her white leggings and sensible shoes had been replaced by fishnet stockings and black heels. Naturally, her chest and hips had expanded to titanic proportions, even as they were hidden beneath her uniform.

She looked like just the kind of bimbo you’d expect to see in Cockaigne – save for her eyes. No, her eyes, which had also turned pink, were none the less just as sharp as ever. Which is to say, still gripped by the fervour of a Berserker.

“Did you know that stress is one of the leading causes of ill health in the world? High stress is tied to increased risk of heart disease, high blood pressure, obesity, and other issues.” The pink haired bimbo(?) bent down, lifting two fingers under her test subject’s chin and inspecting her. “The world would be much more healthy if everyone just stopped thinking and started enjoying themselves, no?”

Jing Ke’s gaze slid in and out of focus, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to think through the haze of pink cotton filling it. It was hard, but despite her half-bimbified condition, the willpower of the woman who’d come within steps of killing an Emperor carried her through. “You- you can’t do this. You can’t just turn everyone into bimbos…!”

And surprisingly, Nightingale nodded. “Yes. Yes. you are quite correct.” She lifted the now buxom and unbalanced Assassin to her feet. “Not with such a small dose, anyway.”

“Huh?” Was all that the dark-haired Servant managed to get out, before a firm slap to the back sent her stumbling forwards – and planted her face directly between the still sleeping Jeanne’s legs. Immediately those wonderfully thick thighs locked around her head, wrapping her up by whorish instinct alone, and the source of all that terrible, corrupting pink was right before her eyes.

The urge to sink in was almost impossible to deny. Hot, horny thoughts danced through the Assassin’s brain, pleasure buzzing through her body, her resisting thoughts so slow and heavy. She licked her lips nervously.

This turned out to be a mistake. As soon as her tongue swept up a single drop of that delicious nectar, all of her doubts and reservations, all of her thoughts dissolved away, and she plunged in mouth first. Soon, Jeanne was moaning like the whore she was, Jing Ke had both hands buried between her own legs, and another bimbo had joined Cockaigne’s proud ranks.

Nightingale looked on, proud of her work. This had turned out perfectly. Yes, it seemed that she herself was immune to this strange bimbofication effect, but others were vulnerable and very, very convertible as long as she used the correct treatment. With her mission to preserve as much life as possible, this discovery would surely make her efforts many, many times more effective.

This city – this wonderful, beautiful city, the eternal city of pleasures, needed a protector. It needed a guardian. Someone to heal its wounds, and deliver it safely from harm. It needed an angel.

Well, a bimbo nurse would suffice, right?

“How many times must I say that I am not- Oh. Hm.” Nightingale looked down at herself, and then shrugged. “Close enough, I suppose. Though maybe you, too, could do with a proper inoculation against stressful thought…”

… Yeah that’s our queue to get out of here. The Angel of Cockaigne has work to do – another new citizen of the eternal city of pleasures.

Surely they’d enjoy her treatments just as much as everyone else!

-

Request: It's the Hope's Peak Academy school festival, and Kyoko is helping Junko out with her booth, a nice little cafe set up in one of the classrooms where the waitresses are dressed as skimpy cheerleaders as part of a sort of X-rated, cheerleader themed breast-eraunt.

Kyoko is happily serving the Hopes Peak boys - both their food and their more carnal desires - alongside the other girls in her class like Hina, Mukuro, and Sayaka.

However as the day goes on, Kyoko begins to get suspicious as to why she's doing this, and why the other girls are. When she confronts Junko, she's ushered back into the “Employee Break Room”; where she is brainwashed again into believing she must do as Junko says to keep school spirit up, fully accepting her role as a slutty, obedient, cheerleading waitress for the boys.

Kyoko Kirigiri couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Her instincts as the Ultimate Detective were screaming at her that she’d missed something – something obvious, but for the life of her she couldn’t work out what. Everything seemed normal enough…

She shook her head, trying to focus. Her job wouldn’t be made any easier by getting distracted now.

“Hi hi guys!” She skipped up to the next table, giving her latest customers a little cheer as they sat down, her cheerleader uniform – a white tank top and short black skirt, the school’s colours – doing its part to boost the atmosphere of the café. “What can I get for you today?”

That’s right, the café. It was the school festival, and her class had unanimously agreed to run a quiet little class café for the event. Nothing suspicious about that. Maid cafes were always popular at this kind of thing, but, this being Hope’s Peak, they had of course gone with something a little special. Hence, well, the cheerleader uniforms all the waitresses were wearing. Kyoko had been a bit embarrassed the first time she’d seen them, but she’d quickly come around. It was just a bit of festival fun, after all.

“Two spicy noodles and three sodas, got it!” She gave the table a big smile and a pom-pom twirling star jump, before skipping away again, blushing and giggling at the wolf-whistles that followed her. She got a lot of those in this uniform. Probably because she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Why had she decided to go commando out here, anyway? Eh, that wasn’t important.

She headed back to the café counter, passing by a few of her fellow cheerleading waitresses as she went. There was Sayaka, sitting in a booth with one of her fanboys, snogging the life out of him while he felt her up under her bra – you go girl! And Hina, oh wow, she had a whole crowd of boys around her. You had to admire her athletic spirit, servicing so many customers at once! That girl was definitely getting her calories today.

And… Hm, that was odd. There were supposed to be three other waitresses on the floor out here with her right now. Where was… Ah! Of course. Those Ultimate Detective skills kicked straight in, and Kyoko’s eyes alighted on a boy sitting on his own in a booth by the back, a blissful expression on his face. Glancing under the table, her suspicions were confirmed. “Hey Mukuro, need any help down there?”

“Mmmhn!”

“Awh, you’re such a hog~” The purple haired detective giggled, winking at Mukuro’s customer before continuing on. She did have an order to fulfil, after all.

“Got an order for two spicey noodles and three sodas!” She called out as she stepped behind the counter, waving to the boys slaving away in the kitchen.

“How are things going out there?” Kyoko turned around to find herself face to face with that most terrifying of beings – the café manager. For this café specifically, that meant…

“Oh hey Junko. Things are great! All the girls are busy at their tables – I’ll probably join them after this last order comes through. Is anyone else coming on shift any time soon?”

“Hmm…” Her pink haired classmate sat back at her desk, arms folded, legs kicked up, clearly enjoying a relaxing job. “Celeste should be back from her lunch break any minute – I’ll tell her to get her hiney moving and help out faster.”

Why isn’t she helping? All of this was her idea, wasn’t it? Kyoko found herself wondering – and then, immediately answering. Because she’s the manager, duh. We do the work, she gets the money! That’s how it goes.

Something about that still didn’t sound right, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it – the order had arrived, two bowls of noodles and three fizzing glasses shoved onto a tray and into her arms. So she just smiled and nodded. “That’d be great – thanks boss! This was a great idea, by the way. Everyone seems to love our café!”

The Ultimate Fashionista’s grin widened. “Well of course! With my stylish skills helping you girls out, everyone’s going to be falling over themselves to try out your services at this little breast-aurant.”

What did she just…?

“I guess so!” Kyoko ignored that pesky voice in her head, giggling along with the boss’s joke. Tray balanced on one hand, she started making her way back out to the tables again. “And speaking of, I’d better get back out there…”

“Hey,” Junko called after her. “If Mukuro’s slacking off out there, let her know I’ll send her down to the red light district every night until she can add Ultimate Whore to her resume, y’hear me?”

The Detective just laughed. “She’s doing fine, boss, don’t worry!” Really, it was just nice to have the normally pretty antisocial Ultimate Soldier participating in a class activity like this with them.

Why is Mukuro doing this with us…?

“Because it’s fun,” Kyoko answered herself with a roll of her eyes. Why was she getting so hung up on this? It wasn’t that strange.

Though, just to be sure, she did knock on the table over Mukuro’s head as she passed it by. “Hey, you heard what she was yelling, right?”

“Mmph!”

“Good good, just checking.”

With a swing in her step (and even more in her hips), the Ultimate Detective finally arrived back at her table, setting out the food and drinks with a smile on her face. “There you go! I hope you enjoy your meal. Do you need anything else?”

“Actually,” one of the guys said, grinning up at her, “we wanted to ask about the ‘Adult Menu’ here as well. You were advertising it outside?”

“Oh of course, sir!” Her smile growing even brighter, she reached into the menu holder and picked out a card hidden at the back listing all sorts of ‘services’. “Simply take a look through this selection and pick what kind of service you’d like from your waitress! I myself specialise in… in… Uh…”

Kyoko frowned, her brow furrowing as her eyes started reading the menu she was advertising. ‘Suck n’ swallow’? ‘Anal pounding’? ‘Missionary’? These… These weren’t normal waitress services, were they…?

No! No of course they aren’t! This is ridiculous! You don’t want to do any of these!

But… But she was a sexy cheerleader waitress. Wasn’t this her job…?

No! That’s insane! Can’t you tell something’s wrong? Half the class is whoring themselves out, and now they want you to join in!

“I…” The detective swallowed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m afraid that I… That I can’t offer any of these services right now. I’m… not feeling right.”

“Huh?” The customers blinked. “Really? We were thinking of ordering a spitroast…”

Well that didn’t sound so-

NO!

Tch! She clutched her head. “I’m sorry sir – I would love to, really, but I’m getting a headache. Don’t worry, another waitress will be along shortly to take my place. I think Celeste should be here soon.”

“Well, I guess goth chicks are pretty hot too…” Was all she heard from the table as she stumbled away, still holding her head. What was wrong with her? No, no wait, what was wrong with all of this? Why was everyone acting so strangely? Why were they doing sexual favours in a school festival café? Why wasn’t she wearing any underwear?!?

Finally. I was starting to think I’d never wake up…

Kyoko staggered behind the counter, leaning against the back wall and taking a deep breath. Okay, focus Kirigiri. Put those braincells to use. Work this out. What was going on, and how could she put a stop to it? The source of this incredible situation could only be-

“Heeey there, Misses Columbo, what are you doing back here so quick?” Junko was suddenly next to her, peering

What… What had she just been thinking? Damnit, she’d lost her train of thought. “Uh… S-sorry, boss. Just… kind of got a headache.”

“Oh? That so?” The fashionista threw an arm around her shoulders, patting her on the back comfortingly. “Well I can’t go having one of my best earners feeling sick on the floor! C’mon, let’s get you to the Employee break room so you can have a good rest, alright?”

“Yeah… Sure thing, boss…” The Detective sighed as she let her friend guide her. “You know, it’s the strangest thing. There’s something really funny going on here. Everyone’s acting so out of character…”

“Huuuuh. You don’t say…” Junko’s step sped up, practically marching the two of them towards the breakroom now.

“Yeah, it’s…” Kyoko blinked, sudden clarity gripping her. “Hey, wait a second – you did this, didn’t y-!?”

“Yeah yeah yeah, bit late there, Watson.” Suddenly Junko’s boot was against the small of Kyoko’s back, and she was booted quite literally into the breakroom, the door slamming shut behind her. “And just in case it wasn’t clear, I was calling you that as an insult!”

“I got that!” The Detective grabbed the door handle and tried to force it back, but it was shut tight. “Let me out of here, Junko, or I swear to god-!”

“Oh save it, I say more threatening things to my sister in my sleep than you could dream up in a thousand years,” the Ultimate Fashionista rolled her eyes, still holding the door shut with her foot. From her jacket, she produced a slim remote control. “You just get comfortable in there – you’re not leaving until you know the proper meaning of company loyalty!”

“Like hell!” Kyoko backed up, and then rammed her shoulder into the door, rocking it on its hinges. “I’m getting out of here, and I’m putting a stop to this cheerleading bullshit this instant!”

Junko just smiled at her through the glass, waving her remote. “Oh no, my dear dunce detective – the cheerleading bullshit is just getting started!” And her thumb slammed the on button so hard the plastic bent. “And just for you, this time I’m setting it to maximum!”

There was a sound behind the Detective and she spun around, only realising her mistake a split second too late. Behind her was a giant TV screen – and on it, a swirling black and white spiral.

The instant her eyes fell upon it, Kyoko found she couldn’t look away. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t shift her gaze away. Her eyes refused to move, her body refused to twitch. The spiral filled her vision, filled her mind, and there was nothing she could do to resist.

For a moment, she felt a sense of deja vu, as if she’d seen something like this once before, back when they’d been discussing what kind of thing their class could do for the festival…

And then that sensation was falling out of her head, pulled out by the spiral and sucked down into its swirly depths. It didn’t go alone. As much as she tried to resist, as much as she tried to hold on to herself, Kyoko could feel her thoughts starting to slip away – sliding down the spokes of the spiral, and into oblivion.

Her sharp wits tried to think of a way out, an escape route she could use, but every plan she concocted drizzled around her mental feelings and were flushed straight out of her head. Her common sense tried to push her into acting, to turning away and closing her eyes, but the spiral pulsed through her mind and swallowed it all up, and soon she couldn’t even remember what she was so afraid of. Her iron will tried to stand strong against the tide, hold firm against the rushing drain – but the spiral simply eroded her mind out from under her, sucking up her dreams, her memories, her very sense of self down into its depths.

When the screen switched on, Kyoko stood in front of it full of rage and determination. After thirty seconds, the proud Detective was standing slumped over in place, her eyes filled with black and white swirls, drool leaking from her open mouth and dripping onto her white cheerleader top. Her head had been rendered completely hollow, there was no mistaking it.

Which was perfect for what was to follow.

The spiral flickered, its colours inverting for a moment, before flashing a word up on the screen – and thus, directly into the Detective’s empty brain.

Obey

The word plunged into her empty consciousness and expanded to fill the space. Kyoko fell to her knees, submission taking firm hold of her mind. The very idea of resistance was eternally purged from her, the neurons that could hold it scrubbed so hard that they shined. She would obey.

Another flicker. Another word.

Slut

A second word joined the first, its colours blending with the original shade to create a melded hue. The command seeped into her, rewrote her from the ground up as the space between her legs began to grow warm, and her limp hands began to grope at her chest. Yes, slut – she was an obedient slut.

Another flicker.

Cheerleader

A small smile grew on Kyoko’s drooling face as that concept too became a part of her essential being. Struts, stretches, flips and jumps all paraded through her minds eye while cheers and calls engraved themselves on her soul. Yes, yes, she was an obedient, slutty cheerleader, and she couldn’t wait to show everyone her stuff!

Flicker.

Waitress

Oh, well, duh. Of course she was a waitress! She was Junko’s obedient, slutty cheerleader waitress, and why would she ever want to be anything else? The mental self-image of Kyoko Kirigiri was reforming, now dressed in an even skimpier version of the cheerleading uniform that she was currently wearing, and happily on her knees to serve or suck as her customers commanded. Ultimate Detective? Ew, no way! She was the Ultimate Cheerleader Waitress Slut, 100%

In 30 seconds the spiral had hollowed out Kyoko’s head. In 2 minutes, it had completely reprogrammed her into Junko’s obedient cheerleading whore. It probably could have been left there. But Junko was a fan of being thorough – and had no desire to have a repeat performance of all that silly resistance she’d been doing earlier. So she left her in there to cook for the rest of the day – her mind constantly cycling between being obliterated and reconstructed, until there was nothing left but Junko’s newest toy…

-

Hours after Junko had locked it, the door to the break room finally swung open. The café had long since closed, and all the staff gone home (or, for some lucky waitresses, to a customer’s home). But the manager was still at her desk, occasionally skimming her profit reports between taking naps.

What? Despair wasn’t cheap! She needed a lot of funds if she was going to do, like, even a quarter of her Ultimate Despair itinerary! World destroying cults didn’t just pop out of nowhere, y’know.

But she glanced up from all that as a figure finally emerged from her chamber, curious to see how she’d turned out. She’d never used the maximum setting on someone before.

“Hey boss, I feel great!
Thanks so much for settin’ me straight!
Can’t believe I was a bore
Now I’ll be a total whore~”

“Ooooh.” The pink haired menace raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re really going all in on this, huh?” Then she grinned. “Great! No more trouble out of you then, huh?”

Kyoko giggled and raised her poms, jumping into a routine that gleefully jiggled her chest and flipped up her skirt:

“Nope, I swear, I will behave!
I’ll obey until my grave!
Can’t wait to cheer, can’t wait to serve,
That’s the fate that I deserve!”

“Very, very, very true.” Junko laughed. “Well, with the café closed, I’m afraid you won’t have any customers to tend to until tomorrow.”

“Awh…” The cheerleader made her first non-rhyming sound since stepping out of the break room, pouting. “But I wanted to fuck them…”

Her manager grinned. “Well too bad, shouldn’t have tried to break free then, huh?” She leaned back in her chair. “But I’m a merciful Mistress. So, how about…” Her fingers plucked up a familiar card, holding it up to be seen. “You show me just how good you are at the things listed on the adult menu – and if you do a good job, I’ll let you come in to work tomorrow in a shorter skirt.”

Kyoko gasped with delight, and then seemed to invent teleportation for how quickly she was scrambling under Junko’s desk.

“Sure thing, boss, I’ll do my bes-”

A finger across her lips silenced her. “Save the rhyming for the customers, slut. The only thing I want your tongue doing tonight is me.”

The cheerleader nodded eagerly, falling completely silent as her manager spread her legs. She had to prove that she had the entire menu down. Hopefully she’d get the chance to make her absence up to that customer from earlier. Goths were hot, but cheerleader sluts were the best – and she was the best cheerleader slut around.

She couldn’t dream of being any other way~

-

Request: Another installment in the Chihiro's Harem series:

Now that Chihiro's collection has increased to five, the chances that some of the remaining students figure out what's going on has increased. Like Celeste. But rather than try to turn him into the authorities or anything, she, true to her name, challenges him to a game of poker.

If he wins, she joins his harem as another member.

If she wins, though.... well it doesn't matter, since she's too dumb to win now.

Chihiro Fujisaki was having a strange month, and honestly, it wasn’t even that strange anymore. After the hacker had given in to his darker self and begun brainwashing girls into busty bimbos, it had honestly been surprising how easy it was to get away with what he’d done! A little tweaking to the school staff’s morning broadcast channel had made sure there were no official suspicions, and since class attendance in Hope’s Peak was rather optional as long as the students were ‘developing their talents’, it was easy enough to keep the other students from noticing any changes that some of their classmates may have gone through. And the bimbos were certainly doing that, even if their talents now weren’t quite what Hope’s Peak’s administration thought they were…

Some were easier to hide than others, of course. Junko as the Ultimate Bimbo wasn’t all that much different from the Ultimate Fashionista. Bigger boobs and a much brighter attitude, sure, but she still had that same manic, giggly energy as before. She just had less hidden desires for world annihilation, really.

Mukuro was fine too. As the Ultimate Soldier she’d always been distant and quiet. Now, as the Ultimate Cocksucker, she was… slightly more sociable, actually, but since she’d always been so reserved no one really noticed she was acting any different. Chihiro was keeping an eye on her though – she was getting a bit too friendly with Makoto, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to share her new talent with anyone else…

Kyoko was the hardest to hide, easily. Once a sharp and knowledgeable woman as the Ultimate Detective, her new gift as the Ultimate Airhead meant she was no longer either of these things. Honestly, the girl now spent her days spacier than Yasuhiro, and most conversations with her involved lot of giggles, ‘like’s, and twirling her hair. Still, much like Mukuro, she was much more approachable now, and everyone just assumed she was trying something new – which wasn’t completely wrong, in a way…

Hina and Sakura, meanwhile, just continued right along as they always did. The pair spent most of their time together anyway, and Sakura’s intimidating aura hadn’t gone anywhere even if she now had a brain made of Swiss cheese. Everyone was content to leave them to themselves as long as they didn’t get too loud. And since they were always in the presence of Chihiro as his Ultimate Bimbo Bodyguards, it was easy enough for him to switch them into serious mode if there were ever any problems.

Yeah, it was really quite surprising how easy it was to turn a bunch of bright students into bimbos at this school and get away with it. Probably said something about how this place wasn’t really a great environment for people to actually develop in despite all of its lofty intentions. But who cared about any of that? Chihiro’s biggest concern was making sure he didn’t overbook himself at night – these girls’d be the death of him if he wasn’t careful. Though he was definitely getting tons of stamina training in…

Perhaps it wasn’t a surprise, then, that he may have gotten a touch overconfident. That with how easy everything seemed to be, eventually he might push things too far. That someone would catch him in the act, and throw the happy horny harem life he’d built for himself into jeopardy…

But he was still shocked to find the black note stuck to his dorm room door when stepped out into the hall one morning.

It was an elegant thing, written in white ink, with flourishing calligraphic borders and words written in flowing script. Somehow, that made it all the more threatening.

‘Chihiro Fujisaki,’ it read, ‘I know what you’ve been doing. I’ve seen the changes in those girls. You’ve been very, very naughty indeed~’ The line ended with a little heart in the place of a full stop. Chihiro swallowed. ‘I could easily take what I’ve learned to the authorities, see what they think about the Ultimate Programmer moving from computers to minds… But if you do exactly as I say, perhaps it won’t need to come to that.’

‘At the stroke of midnight tonight, enter the Rec Room on the third floor. Come alone, and don’t try any naughty tricks. If you manage to follow these instructions correctly, then you will receive further instructions there.’

‘Disobey in any way, and I’ll see to it that the whole world knows what a pervert Chihiro Fujisaki really is.’

‘See you there~’

Chihiro stood in place just outside his door, reading the note through two or three times, before glancing around, biting his lip. He’d been expecting something like this eventually, but now that it was here… Would they really do it? Was the note writer watching him even now, judging his reaction? Carefully, he retreated back into his room.

“Is everything okay, Master?” Hina was just inside, stood by the entrance in full bodyguard mode – it was her turn to watch the harem while he was out today. Normally this entailed standing guard silently, a stone wall in a suit, but even she could tell that Chihiro was worried.

“Uh. Maybe,” the programmer hedged. “Hina, did you hear anything out in the corridor this morning?”

The bimbo bodyguard shook her head, looking at him over her shades. “Not a thing, Master. Did something happen?”

“…” He read through the note again, then shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Listen, I’ve got a few things to do today, and they’re going to keep me pretty busy. Make sure none of the girls disturb me until I’m done, alright?”

The Ultimate Swimmer/Bodyguard nodded, standing at attention. “Of course, Sir. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Thanks.” Chihiro sighed, and then made a start towards his computer. “Do a good job and I’ll make sure the girls spend all day tomorrow fucking your brains out.”

“Very kind of you, Sir.”

He nodded, his mind already on the task ahead. This was a dangerous situation, but hopefully if he played his cards right, he could come out of it in a good position. He just needed to get to work – there was a lot he needed to do before midnight tonight…

-

As the clock struck twelve, the door to the Rec Room swung open, and a nervous Ultimate Computer Programmer stepped in, nervously clutching the hem of his skirt. All was dark. All was quiet.

“H-hello?” He called out, looking around. “Is anyone here?”

They had to be, right? They wouldn’t have left a threatening note like that just to leave him hanging. There was no way they were already going to the police, so-

“Welcome Chihiro.” The lights snapped on as the door clicked shut. Seated behind a table in the middle of the room, lounging in a chair like she owned the place, was the familiar figure of Celestia Ludenberg. “I’m so glad you could join me~”

“C-celeste?” Chihiro almost yelped. “Wa- Was this note your doing? What’s this all about?”

But the Ultimate Gambler just chuckled, hiding her mouth behind her hand daintily. “Oh, now now, Chihiro, there’s no need to play coy. You know exactly what this is about. So many of the girls in our class have turned busty and brainless all of a sudden, and all of them are spending an exceptional amount of time in your room.” She smiled, like a predator a moment before it pounced on its prey. “I know you’re responsible for their change in attitude. There’s no point in hiding it. Why don’t you take a seat, and we can discuss this like gentlewomen?”

“…” The Ultimate Programmer couldn’t think of any denials. It sounded like he’d been caught red handed. With a sigh, her stepped up to the table and slid into a chair. “What do you want?”

“Oh, so, so many things.” Celeste leaned forward, leaning her chin. “You know, I want a life of luxury, where I never have to fret or worry about anything ever again. I want a castle, filled with art and riches, magnificent splendours the envy of the world over! And I want a fleet, an actual fleet, of pretty boy and beautiful girl servants, butlers and maids who’ll tend to my every whim~” She sighed happily, flicking a black ringlet back over her shoulder before fixing her eyes on the man across from her. “And you know, Chihiro – I think you might be able to help me with that.”

Chihiro blinked. “Wait, that’s why you called me out here? You want me to make you rich or something?”

The gothic gambler shrugged. “That, and some help sorting out the servants. Pretty boy butlers don’t just grow on trees, you know.”

“Uh.” Hm. This… This was not what he’d expected for a motive. “That seems kind of petty.”

“I’m going to ignore that you said that. Just this once.” Celeste’s smile grew colder. “But insult me again, and I guess all the evidence I’ve collected is going straight to the police.”

Ulp. “S-sorry, I didn’t, um, mean it like that.” The young hacker rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “B-but, I, um, I’m not sure I can really do that? It’s just a little programming thing, not, like, a way to hack into any banks or anything…”

Celeste just laughed. “Oh, Chihiro, you’ve always been so delightfully unambitious. You’ve found a way to turn babes into bimbos, and that’s all you think to do with it! Where as I,” she gestured to herself, pressing a hand against her chest, “am more about the big picture. About the possibilities.” Her eyes glittered.

The programmer shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know, that sounds pretty, uh… evil.”

“Says the man who’s turned five promising young women into personal whores.” Celestia raised an eyebrow, not holding back in the slightest.

“W-well, that was…”

But she interrupted him with a wave of her hand before he could explain that at least some of those girls had been trying to initiate Armageddon. “Yes, yes, whatever. Look, I’m not here to argue morality with you. Rather – I’m here to challenge you to a duel.”

He blinked. “A duel?”

“Yes.” She nodded proudly. “A duel of poker, I mean.”

Ah.

“You know me, Chihiro. I’m more than willing to let lady luck decide our fates. How about we settle this matter with a little wager?”

Gambling against the Ultimate Gambler. Now there was a terrifying prospect. “How do you mean?”

“Why, it’s simple.” From somewhere, Celeste produced a deck of cards, shuffling them with a flourish between her hands. “One play. You against me. If you win, I suppose I’ll be joining your cute little harem you’ve got going there. And if I win – well, you’ll be joining mine!”

“Y-your harem?”

“Mhm!” The mistress of elegance nodded proudly. “Oh, you’ll be so cute in a little maid’s dress! Oh, or so dashing in a butler’s suit! I’ll have such fun deciding which one to dress you as on any given day~”

Chihiro winced. “… And you’ll get access to my brainwashing tech.”

“Well, obviously. But of course I’d never use it on you.”

Celeste was an incredible liar. Even though Chihiro knew better, he still almost believed her when she said it. “Then why would I go along with any of this?”

“Because, my dead programmer, if you don’t, I go straight to the police. I’ve already set up a deadman’s switch – if I don’t report back within an hour, all the evidence becomes public, and you’re finished.” She shuffled the cards. “You’re at my mercy now, Chihiro. So, ready to play?”

… He sighed. “Deal me in.”

A delighted chuckle. “That’s a good boy.” Another flourishing shuffle, and then the cards started to hit the table. One, two, three, four… “We’ll be playing five card draw for simplicity’s sake. Make sure to mind your poker face~”

Taking a breath, Chihiro peeked at his five cards, considering his best options. Obviously he didn’t expect to have much of a chance beating the goddess of gambling at her own game, but…

“Alright.” He set his cards down and looked up at his opponent, his face as calm as a gentle sea breeze.

“Oooh, very good!” Celeste clapped, before looking at her own cards. “Mmm, and- Oh my. Well now you’re just going to think I was cheating.” She giggled to herself. “Well, Chihiro? Want to change any of your cards?”

He shook his head. “No. I’m good, thanks.”

A light frown brushed across the gambler’s face for a moment, before being replaced by a smile. “Well, if you insist. Would you like to cut straight to it and flip your cards, then?”

“Why don’t you go first?”

“Aw, don’t you trust me?” She giggled again. “Oh, very well. This way you can be sure I’m not switching anything out.”

She tapped each card over, dramatically revealing each one – Ace, Five, Ace, Five, Ace. “Well would you look at that – Full House! Sorry, Chihiro, that’s just the luck of the draw. So, I have a tailor in mind where you can go and get measured for your new uniform, you’ll want to go to Ashpella’s out on-”

“Hey, hold on a moment, Celeste.” The Ultimate Programmer held up a hand. “Don’t you want to see my cards first?”

“Uh.” The gloating goth blinked. “Chihiro, I’m not sure you understand just how good this hand-”

Flipflipflipflipflip.

Celestia’s jaw dropped. Across the table from her, staring her in the face, were five cards, Ten, Jack, Queen, King, Ace… All of the same suit, hearts.

“I believe a Royal Flush beats a Full House, no?”

The choking sound that Celeste was making indicated that that was correct.

Chihiro smiled brightly. “So I guess that means you’ll be joining my harem instead! Could you maybe share the number of that tailor? Your wardrobe is going to be needing a few adjustments in the bust area…”

“No!” Finally, the dark-haired goth finally managed to remember how to speak. “No, That… That’s impossible! There’s no way you got the rarest hand in the entire game!”

The programmer just shrugged. “It’s the hand you dealt me.”

“No it isn’t!” Snarling, Celeste slammed her hands against the table, jumping to her feet. “I know it isn’t! I dealt you like, three tens, max!”

“Oh?” Chihiro raised an eyebrow. “You were tracking that? And here I thought you wanted a fair game of chance.”

“The hell I did! I want my castle! My butlers! My fortune! My life of fretless bliss!”

“Well, I can promise you that last one as a member of my harem.”

“Like fuck I’m joining your harem!” Celestia’s eyes were wild, her voice a thundering roar. “Listen here you little squirt, you’re going to give me what I want right now, or I’m going to ruin your pathetic little life!”

Chihiro frowned, but then shrugged. “Alright. Here.” He pulled out his phone in one hand and showed her the screen – a pink and black spiral swirling brightly on its face. “All yours.”

The Ultimate Gambler snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh come on, like I’m really going to look into your stupid spiral thing,” she sneered. “Do I look like a… like a…” She paused, her voice slowing as she realised that instead of looking away, her gaze had locked straight onto her opponent’s phone. “W-wha… Why… why can’t I… Why can’t I look away…?”

Behind the phone, she could just about make out Chihiro’s grin as the rest of the world started to fade away. “Because it’s not the first time you’ve seen this spiral, is it Celeste? Don’t you remember?”

Remember…

She… She remembered… Remembered sneaking back into her dorm room after posting the note on Chihiro’s door and getting a phone call. Remembered glancing at her phone, only to see a strange, black and pink swirl…

“It really wasn’t hard to work out that the elegant goth note came from you, Celestia…”

She remembered staring. And the strange feeling of her mind going quiet, her thoughts slipping away. The sensation of words filling her head in a voice not her own. Remembered speaking from slack, drooling lips, “Yes Master, I will tell you all my plans… Yes Master, I will rig the game so you win… Yes Master, I will destroy all the evidence I collected…”

“I wanted to see how far you’d go with all this.” Chihiro stepped closer, brought the phone up to Celeste’s face so that the spiral was all she could see. “See if you were really deserved to get your mind melted. And I’m happy to say you passed with flying colours! So, Celestia Ludenberg – welcome to the harem~”

The spiral intensified, and a pulsing techno beat filled her mind as the world turned black and pink.

-

Celestia blinked, suddenly aware. Where-?

“Place your bets, everyone!” A voice rang out, and her eyes focused to find herself seated at a massive table, cards face down in front of her. All around, she could see shadowy figures studying their own cards – some of them rather busty, and strangely familiar…

But she had no time to think about that. She needed to focus on the game. What kind of Ultimate Gambler would she be if she let herself get distracted so easily. Carefully, she lifted her cards like a pro, and got a small peek at what she had.

Shit. This was one hell of a bad hand. One pair of threes. Well, that was no problem. A real gambler could win with no cards at all. She looked up, confident as you please, and waited for-

“I’m out!”

“Me too!

“Me three!”

Huh? Celeste’s head shot around, staring at the crowd of players who’d thrown all their cards into the middle of the table, and were now sitting around looking satisfied with themselves. Wait- Wait, what game were they playing again?

“Hey, are you going to take a card or what?” A voice from her right called out, and she turned to see the shadowy player next to her – one who, for some reason, reminded her of Chihiro Fujisaki – offering their cards to her.

Oh, old maid? Okay, she knew that one. Throw out all your pairs and try to avoid ending up with the maid card at the end, eas- Oh! Oops.

Face flushed as she tried to catch up, she quickly threw her pair onto the heap of cards on the table and hurriedly snatched something from Chihiro’s hand. The odds of it being the maid were hundreds to one, so- Wait, huh?

“What the hell?” She found herself growling, glaring at the card in her hand. This wasn’t any playing card she’d ever seen. Instead of a number or a face on its front, it was the image of… her? Yes, no doubt about it, that was a picture of the great Celestia Ludenberg, sketched with a far bigger bust than she actually possessed, and for some reason wearing a white apron and lace tiara. Like…

… Like a maid.

Ohshit.

Celeste’s pale face paled even further as she realised that everyone was staring at her – and that judging by their smiles, she’d clearly just given away the fact that she had the maid card. Desperately she shuffled her hand, trying to quickly palm it off to the next shadow on her right, but it was no good. They quickly plucked another card from her hand, and she was left staring at this strange servant-like parody of herself.

“Out!”

“Out!”

“I’m done!”

“All gone!”

And before she knew it, every other player at the table was declaring themselves out – leaving her alone holding any cards. She couldn’t help but swallow.

“Congratulations, Celestia Ludenberg!” The dealer cheered as fireworks began to go off all around them. “You win!”

Wait. “I… I won?” Relief surged into her chest, her heart beating again. But hold on, how…?

“That’s right. You’re tonight’s Ultimate! Bimbo! Maid!”

Cheers rose up from the audience as the other players at the table began to applaud, but all Celeste could do was look around in confusion. What the hell was going on? Nothing made any sense here!

“Hey, you’re looking pretty stressed. You really should Relax.”

Huh? She looked around for the source of the voice – before staring wide eyed at her own card. The busty maid version of herself waved up at her, smiling vapidly.

“Relax! You won – isn’t that the important thing?”

H-huh… Yeah, she did win, didn’t she? This was all a bit strange, but she should just go with the flow. Her head was feeling kind of fuzzy, y’know? She took a breath, letting her stress ease out of her.

“That’s the way,” her bimbo maid image giggled. “Stop thinking so much and just enjoy yourself…”

Mmm, that sounded good. That had been a very intense game, and she was looking forward to just enjoying her victory. And her head was getting even fuzzier, y’know? Teehee, it was kinda like someone was pumping it full of air! It was making it, like, soooo difficult to think, so taking a break and stopping altogether would be great! She’d won, so it was fine~

“Perfect!” The little her cheered as a dopey smile spread over the big her’s face. “You’re almost ready!”

Huh?

“Ready?” She asked, absently twirling a dark ringlet around one of her fingers. “Like, ready for what?”

“Ready for your prize, you airhead!”

The pair broke out into giggles together. Oh yeah! How could she forget her prize! She really was a airhead. She couldn’t wait for… For… Ummmm…

“Wait, like… What prize did I win again?”

Her card self smiled up at her. “The best prize ever! You won the right to be Master’s Happy-”

“Oooh…” Celestia found herself giggling again, her thoughts becoming so pleasantly slow and airy, all of her worries and troubles evaporating out of her ears.

“- Horny -”

“Oh!” She squirmed in her chair, a sudden electric heat igniting between her legs and in her chest. Her eyes began to flutter as she licked her lips, thoughts of finding long, hard ways to satisfy her urges dominating her shrinking mind.

“- Bimbo -”

“Ahhhh…” Pop pop pop! The buttons on Celestia’s shirt shot off across the table as her bust began to swell, the dark haired girl pawing at her chest with glee as pleasure shot through her body. In seconds, she had boobs just as big as her card’s!

“- Maid!”

Her outfit transformed, reweaving itself from elegant gothic into something a little more common – a little more suitable for a servant. Her elegant and frilly dress shrank down into a simple short black skirt, her shirt and jacket merging into a black blouse, while all the lace was reformed into a white apron hanging around her middle. Even her white lace headband shrank, becoming a maid’s tiara instead.

And as it did, thoughts of servitude filled her simple skull – images of dusting, sweeping, cleaning, tidying – and of course, serving her Master in bed however he commanded. All of them filled her heart with joy – she truly couldn’t imagine anything better than being her Master’s happy horny bimbo maid!

“Oooh… Wow, this really is, like, the bestest prize ever!”

There was no response. Blinking, the bimbo looked back at her card – only to find that it had changed as well. Instead of the image of a vapid maid, the card instead bore the picture of a prudish looking goth girl with an elegant outfit and, like, tiny boobs.

“Huh.” She squinted at it for a moment, before shrugging. “Boring!”

She tossed the card aside, letting it drift slowly through the air until it settled on the card pile – Celestia Ludenberg’s former life, completely forgotten. The Ultimate Gambler had discarded her old self, and embraced the existence of the Ultimate Bimbo Maid.

-

Five seconds after he’d held it up, Chihiro turned the spiral off – and watched as Celestia’s eyes fluttered, slowly returning to awareness.

He had to admit, seeing his program’s power in person was a very different feeling to using it from afar. One of the buttons on Celeste’s blouse had almost hit him in the eye as her breasts had inflated, ripping through the fabric and offering him a very nice – if dangerous – view of her improved figure. What had that tailor she’d mentioned been called again…?

“Master!”

“Oof!” Before he could remember, the new bimbo recovered – and immediately showed her new-found appreciation for him by wrapping him up in a hug, proudly shoving his face into the bust he’d just been admiring. “H-hey there.”

“Heeey Master~” Celeste purred, smiling down at him sweetly. “Like, what can the Ultimate Bimbo Maid do for you today?” She blinked and looked around. “Oh, wow, it’s super messy in here. I should totally clean it up…”

“Ah, let’s save that for later,” Chihiro managed, still staring at her bare breasts. Yep, definitely didn’t want to leave this one wandering around for anyone to find until she got her new uniform. Instead…

“Come on,” he said, wrapping an arm around his new bimbo’s waist and walking her out of the Rec Room. “Let’s get back to my place. It’s late, and I need to sleep.”

“Of course Master!” She was all smiles and sunshine now. “Whatever you desire! I’ll tidy your room while you sleep – don’t worry, I totally won’t make a peep! Would you like me to wake you with a morning blowjob?”

The programmer blinked. Now there was a tempting offer.

“Maybe… Tell you what - tomorrow, the girls will all be busy rewarding Hina for her hard work – so while they’re busy, I can give you the proper welcome to the harem that you deserve.”

“Ooh!” She giggled and pressed a kiss against his cheek as they walked away. “Sounds awesome, Master~ Totally the best prize a bimbo could wish for~ I can’t wait!”

A new addition had been made to Chihiro’s collection of bimbos. Wow, he really was going to have to start making a rota for them all at this point. Maybe he had too many of them already. He really should quite while he was ahead, right?

… Well, surely a couple more couldn’t hurt! He’d stop when he had enough, honest. But for now, the Ultimate bimbos would continue to grow…

-

Request: The Faire Massage Parlor is back in a new setting. We go to the universe of Sailor Moon where Usagi is checking out a popular new massage parlor to see if it’s a Youma front. Usagi enters alone a dainty, lithe young lady but emerges as a hyper voluptuous young woman with curves worthy of the future queen of the world.

‘Right.’ Usagi Tsukino strode into the massage parlour with a frown on her face, arms folding as the door shut behind her. ‘So this is Salon Faire, huh? The wooden boards and paper screens are cute, but I’ve seen far too many ‘innocent’ stores just like this one turn out to be fronts for evil. I won’t be fooled again! I’m keeping my guard up this time. The instant the bed started trying to drain my energy, or the decorations started trying to possess me, I’m going to Honeymoon Therapy Kiss this place back to the stone age!’

She paused, sniffing the air. ‘Those candles do smell really nice, though. Is that vanilla…? W-wait, no, focus Usagi! Don’t let the heavenly candles distract you from why you’re really here!’

Hey, if every shop you visited during your teenage years tried to bite your head off, you’d be paranoid about this stuff too! Just because she was an adult now didn’t mean this stuff didn’t still happen.

‘I have to be careful here. I can’t act too quickly,’she thought to herself, slowly unfolding her arms. ‘This place might just be popular. That doesn’t always mean it’s evil. Just… usually.’

She sighed as she hung up her coat and jacket, looking around all the while. ‘It looks normal enough, at least.’ She stretched for a moment, before, with one more suspicious look, stepping behind the privacy partition and reaching to pull off her pink top. ‘In fact I still don’t see what all the fuss is about. That’s always a bad sign. It can’t just be the thrill of a new salon, right? Still, Mom didn’t think it was so bad when she got a massage here, and she seemed perfectly normal after she got back…’

For a moment, the blonde paused in the middle of changing as she thought of her mother. As always, she felt a twinge of irritation at not inheriting the woman’s generous figure. Sure, these days Usagi’s measurements were second only to Mako’s, but Ikuko Tsukino had boobs bigger than her head, and an ass to match! The blonde pouted down at her comparatively meagre curves just being reminded of the difference – and then blushed as she remembered the last time she’d complained about her mother’s sizes had resulted in a spanking session that she was still at risk of getting even though she was a grown woman!

‘Hmph.’ She grumbled as she folded up her skirt, her head feeling just a touch hazy. ‘Some things in life just aren’t fair. Sure, I’m the princess of the moon kingdom, the beloved sailor suited super heroine of earth, and… and the future ruler of the world… But, y’know, I wouldn’t have minded the tits, too…’

Pushing her slightly spacy thoughts out of this depressing rut, Usagi took a deep breath as she kicked off her socks and panties, sliding the Salon provided robe on over her shoulders. ‘At least they have good incense here,’ she decided, stepping out from behind the partition and moving over to sit on the waiting massage table. ‘The last place I went to for a massage had that really dusty scent all over the place. Wait, did I even get a massage there? That was the one with the… the thing, right? It was… ugh, it was a total pain…’

Her thoughts slipped a little, the details of her memory becoming rather cloudy as the blonde found herself yawning and leaning back on the table. ‘But yeah. Glad this one smells… nice. Are those candles… store bought, or…’ She yawned again. ‘Mmmn… What… What was I just thinking about…?’

Her head was feeling pretty foggy, her thoughts slipping away from her grip like she hadn’t slept in too long. But before she could shake her head to clear it of this wonderfully relaxing scent, the door opened, and a smiling blonde woman stepped in. “Hi there! You must be Miss Tsukino. I can see you’re ready for your massage~”

“Hm?” Usagi blinked, and then looked around. Oh, huh. She was already practically laying on the table, wasn’t she? “Oh yeah… I guess so.” She smiled sleepily, before rolling over onto her front, letting her robe slide off her shoulders to reveal her naked body. ‘May as well… just get started… right?’

‘Mmmn… So tired all of a sudden… But stay sharp, Usagi! You mustn’t-’ Yawwwwn. ‘You mustn’t let down your guard! There’s always… always a chance that evil… could be lurking here…’ The masseuse’s hands settled on her shoulders and began to work. ‘Oooh, but no one who makes me feel like that could be evil~!’

“My my…” The masseuse’s soft, gentle voice – almost as soft and gentle as those dreamy hands of hers! – washed over her. “All this tension and stress in these muscles…” Every word was accompanied by a mind melting squeeze. “You must have a lot of responsibilities weighing on you to be this highly strung…”

‘Haaah… Ohhhh, lady, you have no idea…’ Usagi thought, because all she managed to say was “Havubahbah~” The blonde heroine could feel the tension evaporating out of her body with every stroke of those wonderful fingers, and she wanted more. ‘Mm, that feels so goooood… Keep… Keep doing that…’

Another deep, relaxing sigh filled her lungs with delightful scent, and her head with clouds. Powerful, skilled hands were working her body, almost making her feel like clay, working out knots she hadn’t known she had. Finally, she was starting to relax.

“You poor thing. Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You deserve to be pampered like a princess, don’t you?”

A dazed smile was growing on the blonde’s face. ‘Yeah… I totally do…’ She managed to think, her eyelids slowly drifting further and further down. ‘I am… amma… princess… after all…’ The thought drew an empty-headed giggle.

“Such a hard-working defender of Love and Justice deserves a good reward, we say.”

Normally, even someone as scatter-brained as Usagi would have picked up on a hint like that, but right now the heroine was simply too relaxed to notice. ‘Mmmm… So true…’

“In fact, our people came to this world as fellow followers of the ways of Love and Peace, to make sure that you received the repayment that you are due.”

‘Oh…. That’s great…’ Usagi’s smile widened as her eyes started to drift shut. ‘New… alien friends… So nice to… meet… you…~’

Then her eyes finally closed completely, and her mind sank into a deep, relaxing trance.

Above her, the masseuse smiled, brushing her blonde hair back absently to reveal a pointed ear. Quietly, she started to sing.

“Rest well and rest deep, oh queen soon to be,
As I do the work, to set your royal self free.
You plan to uplift, so that all reach apotheosis,
So to help on your way, a touch of hypnosis.
For a woman like you, and the glory you’ll hatch,
Needs a proper image to show off, with assets to match!”

She finished with a quiet giggle, gently stroking small circles into Usagi’s back and enjoying the pleased, almost purr-like moans coming from the woman on her table. “Sorry for that, just a quaint little fae custom. Now, let’s see about giving you what you deserve, Sailor Moon~”

Her hands went to work, stroking her fingertips down her client’s spine and sending bright warm tingles straight up into her brain. The blonde on the table gasped quietly – and then loudly as those same fingertips gripped into her rear. Soon, the masseuse was playing her like an instrument, conducting a symphony with her pitched moans. And with every squeeze, Usagi’s ass was plumping up, swelling larger and larger, giving the fae more and more to grip. By the time she was done, she was going to need two seats to sit comfortably as a magnificently bottom-heavy hourglass.

The fae grinned, and delivered a firm smack to that fine behind, watching the heroine’s cheeks clap proudly. “That’s better. Now turn over~” She whispered into Usagi’s ear – and Usagi was only too happy to do so, rolling over and exposing her front to the pleasures her back had just enjoyed. She wasn’t kept waiting for long.

The masseuse’s magical hands saw no reason to hold back, and pounced on the blonde’s fine but unexceptional chest with ravenous hunger, drawing a delighted squeal from her lips and a thrust from her heavy hips. Pleasure flowed from her breasts to her brain like river overflowing at the banks – and soon, her breasts were following its example. The label ‘unexceptional’ was dropped one grope in, ‘fine’ after two. By three, she was wonderfully busty, easily the biggest of the Sailor Senshi, passing Makoto by a good amount. But while that may have been good enough for a Princess, it wasn’t enough for a Queen.

They needed to be bigger.

Squeeze

Each breast was the size of a cantaloupe. Bigger.

Squeeze

Each boob was the size of her head. Bigger.

Squeeze

The size of fat pillows. Bigger!

By the time the fae was satisfied, Usagi’s tits were both three times the size of her head, and the heroine was laying splayed out on the table, panting, juices dripping between her legs, brain bombarded by bliss. There was no point asking her opinion on the changes – she was utterly insensate from the process.

“There. That’s a much more appropriate figure for a Queen,” the fae nodded, looking over her work with pride. She’d turned the world’s saviour into an unmatchable hourglass, balanced above and below, and damn did she feel satisfied. “Now there’s just one thing left to do,” she said, winking at Usagi. “We need to give you a proper royal sceptre~”

If the blonde was in any position to think right now, the reference her masseuse was making would have flown right over her head – until said masseuse bent down and began to rub small circles on her crotch, just above her drizzling lower lips, gently stroking her finger around a very sensitive clit. That got a reaction – a strangled groan as wet horny pleasure rushed through the blonde’s system once again.

“That’s the stuff,” the fae giggled, slowly stroking Usagi’s flesh up and up into a steadily building shaft. “We can’t leave you without one of these. How else will you satisfy your harem?”

The words echoed in Usagi’s overloaded brain, her brow wrinkling in confusion despite her trance. “H-harem…?” She mumbled, eyelids fluttering even as they remained closed.

“That’s right.” Soft fingers wrapped around the growing bulge, sliding up and down. “Remember? Those cute Sailor girls who follow you everywhere. Your loyal harem.”

“Muh… My…?”

“That’s right. Your lovers.” Every word was a purr, coupled with a member stiffening stroke.

“Luh… Lovers…” A dreamy sigh.

“Your future wives.” The fae whispered into her ear, hand pumping up and down, shaft growing even greater, feeling even better.

Usagi’s smile grew wider. “Wives…”

“Eventually,” the fae giggled, her pace quickening, “they’ll be the mothers of your children…”

“Yuh- Yes! Oh!” The heroine bucked and buckled on the table, biting her lip at the intensity gripping her. “Yes! R-rei, Ami, Mako, Mina… Muh-mine, my- mine!” The blonde’s hips thrust, her fingers gripping the table under her as images of her friends stroking her, serving her, kissing her, fucking her filled her head.

Time for the finishing touch. “Your loyal, royal harem~” And the fae’s free hand gave one of those magnificent tits a good extra squeeze.

“H-Huah!” A fantasy fired through her mind. Ami’s tongue twirling with her own, Mako and Mina sucking on a tit each, and Rei screaming with delight as Usagi’s shaft pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow-

And she came, her new member proudly firing off, standing tall at 20 inches – a sceptre any Queen could be proud of. As she did, magic shot through her, sealing all of her changes in – and turning her hair from a childish blonde to a regal, queenly silver.

The fae smiled. Her work was done. The Princess had become a Queen – and really, with very little prompting needed! Even she had been a bit surprised at how small of a push it took to slide Usagi’s friends into the lovers category – but now she understood. No one had known how beautiful these women were better than Usagi had. She’d probably been crushing on all of them for years. Really, this little magical shove was just giving her something she’d always kind of wanted anyway.

What a wonderful start. She couldn’t wait to help the other heroes of this world embrace their true selves as well~

-

Usagi Tsukino stepped out of the Salon… exactly the same woman that she’d always been. With tits that could stop a runaway train, and an ass that had trouble moving through narrow alleyways. ‘Eat your heart out, Mom,’ she giggled at her own joke. Her mother always looked so jealous when she saw that her daughter had turned out even bigger than her. ‘I do have to thank her for recommending that amazing Salon to me though…’

She started walking, strutting down the street as her thoughts moved on to the evening ahead. ‘Now… Hmm, who should I take on a date tonight? Ami’s been shutting herself in her apartment reading all week, I really need to break her out of her shell some. Oh, but Rei really needs some attention, she’s been getting snippy – plus she’s always so much fun to put in her place. Ah, I know Mina asked me if I wanted to go clubbing – we could hit the town hard if we really wanted. Though… y’know, it’s been a while since I had a good home cooked meal, and Mako’d love it if I just showed up at her place, I bet… Hm, decisions, decisions…’

She stopped and slapped her head. ‘Mamoru! Oh, I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to forget you! Although how could I ever forget that cute little boy butt of yours~’ She giggled. ‘Ugh, it’s been way too long since we were last together properly. Medical School keeps you so busy. It must be really stressful…’

‘Hm.’ She paused, glancing back over her shoulder at Salone Faire. ‘I wonder if he could do with a massage…’

-

Request: Haru country girl - Usual stuff with the country TFs (blonde hair, tan, freckles, gap teeth, and big boobs and butt) She was born in the US and lived with her American mother, but a year ago she moved to Japan to live with her father.

For every force, there’s an equal and opposite counter-balance. That was the principle by which the world turned. Even in the depths of the collective consciousness - when crimes are committed, the law will not be far away…

Haru Okumura was a kind girl. Despite her wealthy upbringing and her dazzling place in society, she took pains to be humble, to be gentle, to be soft-spoken and an attentive listener. Which, sadly, did give a lot of people the impression that they could walk all over her. Many were the people who felt that a girl like her should be seen and not heard – that she should be a demure, quiet girl who did what she was told.

There was a reason that her flamboyant outfit as a Phantom Thief wielded a battle axe.

Yes, no matter what these people thought, Haru’s sensitive heart never the less beat with a core of iron. She was absolutely able to confront evil when she saw it, and when given the power to do so was all too happy to stand against the tide of darkness. Where others in her position would have sunken into greed or snapped under the pressure, she stood tall – a hero none could question.

Which made her an important target to deal with for the Indisputable Detectives. And thus, from the seething, multifaceted core of humanity that was Mementos, it was her opposite that emerged second – a woman on a mission.

-

“I’m sorry, Makoto, but I’m afraid I, ah…” Haru bit her lip, scrambling for an excuse. “I… have to go water the plants on the school roof! So, um… I cannot proofread your, uh, ‘fanfiction’ today.”

“That’s okay – there’s always tomorrow. Oh, I know! I’ll print it off so you can take it home with you! You can tell me what you think tomorrow!”

Shit. Haru tried to hide her wince. “Um. Sure. That’d be… fine.” And there she went, charging off towards the library. Damnit…

It would be a mistake to call Makoto Niijima her ‘friend’ – they were in the same year at Shujin Academy, that was the only thing that connected them. But the school nerd was rather infamous for having little in the way of social boundaries, and got a little overly friendly with anyone who so much as spoke to her. Alas, Haru had made the mistake of holding the door open for her at the library, and now…

… Well, it was her own fault for not being firm about pushing the girl away, really. Haru knew full well she was being too nice. The girl was only being friendly, yes, but healthy boundaries needed to be maintained, and she shouldn’t shy away from enforcing that.

The curly haired brunette sighed as she stepped through the doors to the school roof – the private spot that only she really had access to, since no one else bothered to handle the school planters. She’d just have to try again the next time she saw her. How hard could ‘No’ be? She’d come a long way with that sort of thing since she’d joined the Phantom Thieves.

At least up here she had some peace and-

“Oh hello there!”

Huh? Haru blinked. Standing in the middle of her garden – hergarden – was a woman she’d never seen before. Had she? That was strange, there was something really familiar about her, something she felt was really obvious, but she couldn’t quite place it…

“Um. Hello! Uh, I’m sorry, who might you be?”

The woman smiled. She had dirty blonde hair in curly locks framing her face, dressed in casual business attire that seemed quite out of place for a school building. “Oh, I’m just visiting. Sorry, I was chatting with some of the teachers here, and they mentioned the planters up on the roof – I had to come take a look. These are very well cared for, I must say! Are you the one who looks after them?”

Haru fought not to frown. Something about this person was really raising her hackles, and she couldn’t work out what. “Oh, ah, yes! That’s me. Haru Okumura, at your service.” She bowed, trying to hide her discomfort.

“So you are…” The woman studied her for a moment, saying something that the Phantom Thief couldn’t quite catch before stepping forward and offering her hand for a shake. “Well, it’s always nice to meet someone so in tune with nature.”

“I… Thank you?” Out of politeness, if nothing else, Haru shook the visitor’s hand – feeling an odd tingle in her palm as she did so. “Though I’m not sure I’d say I’m all that good at it…”

“Ah, you’re too modest. I can tell you’re a real country gal.” The blonde woman chuckled, before stepping past her towards the door at the bottom of the stairs. “Sadly, I can’t hang around! Got a job to sort out. Do have a nice day, Miss Haru Okumura! Say hi to the plants for me!”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving Haru blinking in her wake.

“What a strange woman…” She muttered, before shaking her head and dismissing the encounter. “Well, at least she’s gone.” Now about that peace and quiet she’d wanted…

And downstairs, walking away down the corridor, the blonde woman who, aside from her light hair and blue eyes, looked exactly like Haru Okumura, pulled out her phone. On its screen, the image of a blue open eye glowed with a strange light. Her smile grew into a sinister grin.

…

The air shimmered as the Indisputable Detective stepped from one realm to another – exchanging a common school corridor for an empty building with white walls and light bars. The jail of a sinner who had been caught, and now awaited their sentence.

Her outfit had changed in the transition, turning from light business casual to a white suit and tie – the outfit of an auditor on the job. Someone had been cooking the ledgers around here, but now she was here to balance the books.

She strode up to the cell housing this jail’s one prisoner confidently – secure in the knowledge that there was no escape. “Well well,” she said, folding her hands behind her back. “It seems the fat lady has finally sung for you, criminal scum.”

“Wh… What?” The shadow within stared back at her with yellow eyes, and otherwise an identical doppelganger to her true self, Haru. Her normal form as Milady or Astarte was denied to her here. “What is this? How have you brought me here?!”

The detective just laughed. “I haven’t brought you anywhere, Miss Okumura. This is your subconscious – I’ve just tweaked it a bit. You shouldn’t really complain – after all, haven’t you done this sort of thing to plenty of innocent victims yourself?”

The shadow gaped at her. “In- Innocent?! We’ve done no such thing! Everyone who’s minds we touched was guilty of something – we only did so when there was no other choice!”

“A cute story,” the blonde nodded. “But it was hardly your place to decide something like that. As such, I was dispatched to bring you in. I am the consequences you have long sought to avoid. I am the defender of vice and sin. I am the Detective who will bring you to justice. You may call me Urah.”

She bowed deeply, with a flourish.

Haru’s shadow stared at her. “What?”

“Alas, I’m afraid we have no time to debate the particulars,” Urah said with false sigh. “You are, after all, a criminal awaiting her sentence, and I shan’t keep you waiting long. If you could take a look at this, please?”

She held up her phone.

The shadow looked. “Why, what’s-?”

Flash!

She trailed off, her expression going slack as she found herself staring into a captivating blue spiral.

“We don’t have all day, Miss Okumura, so if I could ask you to hurry up and get Mindless for me, I’d very much appreciate it.”

“I… But… But I…” The shadow swayed in place, her eyes locked on the spiral. For some reason she couldn’t look away from it, despite the fact that just a glimpse was making her head spin. She- She had to… Wha… What had she just been thinking? “M-Mindless…?”

“That’s it. Be a good girl and Stop Thinking, thank you…”

“But I don’t… want to… s-sssstop…” Her head circled around, dizzily swaying as the phone drifted left and right. Her hands hung uselessly at her sides. She blinked slowly, one eye and then the other, but it did nothing to stop the swirling blue light from dominating her thoughts. It was so hard to think… Maybe… Maybe she should just stop thinking altogether…

“Almost there! Annnd… sleep! Sleep a nice, deep, thoughtless sleep.”

Sleep… The shadow’s eyes slid closed, and her chin dropped to press against her chest. She was out like a light – head empty of everything but the spiral. Haru Okumura’s true self had been rendered completely blank. Completely mindless. Completely entranced.

“Perfect.” The auditor slipped her phone away and checked her watch. “Right on schedule, too. So glad you’re being amenable about all this. Now…”

She stepped forward, passing through the cell bars like they weren’t even there, circling around her prey to examine her in full. “Theatrical. Knowledgeable. Elegant. Surely it was these factors that drove you to rebel. Thus, we will remove them – and let your damage be undone.” She leaned in close, making sure there was no way her target couldn’t hear her next words. “Haru Okumura – you are a country bumpkin.”

“C-country… bumpkin…” The shadow repeated sleepily, internalising the words with no power to resist.

“That’s right. A simple country slut from the boonies. In fact, you’re not even from Japan at all – you lived with your mother over in America until a year ago, and you’re still struggling with the language gap! It’s fine though – you might be dumb, but guys are always nice to you because you’ve got big tits and you know how to show ‘em off. Nothing you like more than someone staring at those homegrown melons of yours. Right?”

The entranced persona’s breath was heating up, her legs starting to rub together as she squirmed in place – unable to deny the truth of her captor’s words. “R-right…!”

The auditor smirked, raising her hand next to the captive’s ear. “You’re not a Phantom Thief – you don’t even know how to spell Phantom! So forget all about your life of crime, and awaken as a good ol’ country gal~”

Snap!

…

In the real world, Haru was completely oblivious to the changes being wrought on her subconscious, and the results that would soon follow from them. All that concerned her was taking care of the small garden of plants she’d so carefully cultivated up here on the school roof. And this little guy definitely needed some water, so she gently lifted the watering can, and…

Pop!

… Blinked, pausing to look around. Had something just… happened? She’d felt something weird in the air for a second there, but… No, everything seemed the same. Huh. Weird.

Shrugging, the heiress brushed one of her long blonde locks back over her shoulder, not thinking anything was unusual about her tan. She’d always had that, after all. She just spent a lot of time outdoors. Nothing odd about that, or her golden coloured hair.

Well, in that case, best to get back to watering this plant, and…

Pop!

Another blink. Gosh, it really felt like something weird had just went happnin’ around her, but she couldn’t see a darned thing wrong. The blonde girl looked left and right and everything seemed the exact same as ever!

Well how ‘bout that. It was prob’ly just her nerves. Shucks, she’d been in this here country fer like a year now, and she still weren’t really used to how things went on here. It’d been way more peaceful back on her momma’s ranch, but her poppa had insisted she come live with him over in Tokyo for a spell. The place was downright weird, s’far as she were concerned.

But no point in dwellin’. She were here now, and that were all there were to it. She shrugged and rubbed her cheek, brushing a crowd of freckles that, as far as she was concerned, had been full and present on her face for many a year, before turning back to her plants. Enough distractions! This here fella had been hungerin’ for a waterin’ for a hot minute, and she was gunna’-

Pop!

Now what in tarnation was goin’ on here? Why did she feel so weird like? Finally putting the watering can down, Haru crossed her arms underneath her massive tatas and huffed, annoyed. Was there someone out their playin’ a bit of fun on this simple-minded country gal? ‘Cus that just weren’t a nice thing to do to a gal. Especially one as pretty as her, darnit.

Her tongue clicked against the gap in her teeth. She still didn’t see nuthin’, so maybe it were just her mind playin’ tricks on her, but she was still annoyed. The blonde straightened her blouse in irritation, makin’ sure the knot that kept it tied off ‘round her chest was still holdin’ tight. Wouldn’t do to give anyone a free show at the school… again. Got herself in plenty o’ hot water the last time she’d dun that here. If it weren’t fer all the money poppa was spending on her comin’ to this school, they might’a even tried to make her wear a proper uniform again!

The thought made her shift uncomfortably in her denim shorts. Ugh, no thankya. The clothes they made people wear ‘round here made her itch somethin’ awful. She needed her skin free an’ clear to enjoy the sunshine, she did. An’ t’ show off t’the boys, ‘course, but the teachers didn’t need nun to know ‘bout that. She knew how to wet her whistle when she wanted, that were the important thing. And speakin’ of, maybe now she could finally finish waterin’ her plants?

She waited for a moment, but the weird feelings that had been stopping her seemed to have subsided. So she carefully lifted the watering can once more, and happily splashed a little the little green sprouts that needed it. It was one of the main activities she’d enjoyed since arriving in Japan - she’d always been in tune with nature after all.

Then, once her job was done, she tidied up, stretched, made sure her top was still tied, and then strutted her way down the steps off the roof.

Elegant and demure? Haru Okumura was a simple country slut, and she’d be the first to let you know it! Of the original heiress, there was no trace. Anyone who saw her now would have been shocked – or they would have, had the changes in her cognition not spread through the collective unconscious. But no, as far as she and everyone else knew, this was the way she’d always been.

And as if to demonstrate that very fact, she ran into someone familiar waiting for her in the corridor below.

“Well hey there Makoto! What’chu doin’ waitin’ around this late?”

The school’s alpha nerd jumped at being addressed, spinning around with an embarrassed flush on her cheeks. “Oh, uh, hey H-Haru! I totally didn’t expect to see you here!” Her eyes shifted from left to right. “But, well, since we ran into each other, here’s that fanfic I promised you!” She pulled a stack of papers from behind her and shoved them into the bumpkin’s arms.

The blonde looked down at them in surprise, before smiling, her face flushing deep red. “Aw, now gosh, that’s awful kind of you. But y’know, ah’m still havin’ a little trouble readin’ all these here letters of yours. They’re all squiggly an’ stuff…”

Makoto blinked, blushing herself as an idea came to her. “Oh yeah? Well, y’know, if you’d like some private lessons, I could maybe give you some help with that…” It would have been a more convincing offer if she hadn’t been staring at Haru’s chest the entire time she was talking.

But to be fair, Haru didn’t seem to mind in the least, preening under her gaze. “You would? ‘Cuz that does sound like a fun time. And y’know, if yer a good teacher, ah could definitely think of a few rewards for yeh…” Her fingers toyed with the knot on her shit. Yeah, surely her poppa could pay a few more fines if she got in trouble again, right?

As the two talked, neither noticed a familiar woman watching them from down the hall, who smiled as they flirted, and then turned and walked away. Urah’s job was done here – this one certainly wouldn’t reoffend.

Another case closed; another thief rehabilitated. But there was still more justice to dole out – no one could escape the grasp of the Indisputable Detectives for long.

Especially not the Phantom Thieves.

-

Request: Easter is always a fun time, the candy, the baskets, and the eggs. All wonderful things that Ruby Rose loves, and she can’t wait for this year Easter egg hunt! Even better is that she gets a partner to help her, and who else but her huntress-in-training partner Weiss Schnee. This is gonna be the best hunt yet. As they both are looking for eggs, Weiss has had almost enough of Ruby’s Easter enthusiasm, and slips away from her for a break, and finds a curious pink egg, and thinking it’s a egg for the hunt, she picks it up and she turns it around and sees the word Bimbo on the other side, and before she can question it, the power of pink surges into her mind, and she is turned into a bunny suit bimbo, ready to celebrate the beautiful day that is Easter with her best friend Ruby! And stuck between her now expanded breasts is the pink egg, ready for its new bimbo bunny girl to bring it more girls to celebrate Easter.

“Oh, over there, look! I bet there’s some easter eggs hidden in that tree!” Ruby shot forward, dashing across the academy grounds so fast you’d swear she was using her semblance, leaving her partner, the increasingly annoyed Weiss Schnee, in the dust.

“That’s what you’ve said about the last five trees!” The white haired heiress yelled after her ‘friend’. “Ruby! Come back here! Ugh, how did I let you talk me into this again?”

Easter, that special time of year for chocoholics everywhere, was upon them, and Beacon Academy’s traditional Easter egg hunt had begun, with dozens of eggs hidden across campus. Most of the students didn’t take it too seriously, it just being one of Professor Ozpin’s many, many eccentricities, but most students weren’t Ruby Rose, winner of the Beacon Easter Egg Hunt Championship three years in a row! And she was looking for a fourth.

Weiss Schnee, who also was not Ruby Rose, didn’t want to be here. She had studying to do, training to catch up on, and she could think up plenty more excuses if pressed. This whole exercise was childish, as she was happy to loudly tell anyone who did or did not ask whenever they spoke to her.

Sadly, she hadn’t been able to escape her teammate like Blake and Yang had, and now she was stuck ‘helping’ Ruby find these stupid chocolates hidden all over the school. So far they’d found about a dozen eggs, which should have netted them first place easily, but, of course, Ruby couldn’t be satisfied until she’d found every single egg around.

“Weiss, look!” Suddenly, Ruby was right back at her side. “I found some pinecones!”

“… But no eggs.”

“… They’re egg shaped…?”

And this was why she was here. Ruby tended to get a bit over excited doing these kinds of things. Someone needed to be here to keep the girl in line, or she’d be trying to steal anything remotely egg shaped or easter themed. And no one wanted a repeat of the Velvet incident.

Weiss, ever the reasonable one, tried to calm her down gently. “Look, Ruby, maybe we’ve already found all of the eggs. There can’t be that many out here.”

But Ruby would not be persuaded. “No way! This is barely any. You don’t understand Professor Ozpin’s devious mind. He knows how to hide candy better than anyone I’ve ever seen! And if we give up now, all of it’ll go stale! Stale candy, haunting the school for months! Months, Weiss!” The red and black reaper grabbed her partner by the collar and shook. “Imagine taking a class, finding a piece of candy, and only finding it’s stale when you put it in your mouth! We have to save the students of Beacon!”

“Ruby – let – go – of – me!” A thoroughly shaken Schnee finally shoved her ‘friend’ off of her. “Don’t be ridiculous. No one would – Wait.” She paused, giving Ruby a suspicious look. “Ruby, you don’t just eat any candy you find on the ground, right?”

The Huntress got shifty eyed. “Nnooooo… Oh, look, I bet there’s easter eggs hidden in that statue!” Zooom!

“Ruby Rose, get back here! RUBY!” It was no use. She was gone.

Okay, that was it. She was taking a break. If Ruby got herself in trouble, she could deal with it herself. Velvet carried a pretty big club around these days for just such occasions…

Weiss sighed, leaving her team leader to it and creeping off towards the cafeteria. She could grab a quick drink and maybe five minutes of peace before Ruby noticed she was gone, she was sure. And if she came back with an egg, then she could just say she was off looking for candy for her. Excellent plan, me, she told herself; ten out of ten, have a gold star.

Of course doing that meant finding one of those stupid things, and she absolutely was not going to spend a single second of her day wasting her time looking for- Oh, wait, was that one over there?

She paused, mid step, glancing off between the bushes to the left of the path. There, lying slightly hidden in a cleft between two branches, was a pink easter egg. Well hello. That definitely looked to be the right shape - and not remotely like a pine-cone. Well, that was easy. Now she could take her break in peace.

With a quiet, smug chuckle, the heiress stepped off the path and plucked the egg up off the ground. Strange, it didn’t have quite the same feel as the other eggs she’d already found. The weight was off, as if it was made of something heavier than chocolate, and solid all the way through. But it certainly looked like a normal easter egg to her. What else could it possibly be?

Curious, she turned the egg over, and spotted something written on its side.

“Huh?” She blinked. “Why would someone write ‘Bimbo’ on-?”

Alas, before Weiss could finish her entirely understandable question, the egg suddenly flashed with bright pink light in her hand. A strange feeling of warmth and the scent of strawberries washed over her, unravelling her thoughts and putting a pause on her confusion -as her body began shining with pink light too.

Her clothes were the first things to change. Her white jacket and combat skirt merging together into a single garment, a leotard that hugged her skin from the peak of her thighs to just over her chest, though it hung quite loose near the top. It shimmered for a moment in the light, its colouration turning from white to pink, and coupled with the puffy white tail that suddenly popped into existence, hanging from the cloth just above Weiss’s rear end, it was obvious to see that she’d just acquired a bunny girl bodysuit.

In swift order after, her practical shoes turned into towering high-heels, while her socks turned into leg-length stockings. White cuffs appeared, hanging from her wrists, and to cap it all off, her hair fell out of its lop-sided ponytail into a waterfall of free-flowing white locks as the clasp that normally bound it grew into a large band, stretching out around the sides of her head, and sprouted a pair of long pink bunny ears.

A nice outfit to be sure, definitely very festive – which would have horrified her were her mind not temporarily on pause. But it was certainly rather ill-fitting, particularly around the chest and hip regions. It seemed designed for a woman with a far bigger figure than the notoriously lithe Schnee heiress. But fortunately, both for the outfit, and for those who were disappointed by that particular note of reputation (a number that included Weiss herself) that was the second thing to change.

Her bust swelled, inflating like balloons, drawing a delighted, if somewhat mindless, coo from the Schnee’s lips. Her breasts swiftly doubled, and then tripled in size, until the originally loose cups of her bunny suit now strained with all their might to barely keep her in. A losing battle if there ever was one, leaving her nipples covered, and little else. Something similar was happening down below, her ass plumping up at a heavenly rate, as if locked in fierce competition with her tits, and just barely keeping even.

By the time it was done, she had a body that’d put every member of her team to shame – Yang and Blake had both been booted off the ‘Best boobs’ and ‘Best butt’ podiums, respectively.

But the changes to her outfit and body paled in comparison to the ones on her face, as her surprised gaze slowly began to lose focus, her mouth forming into a confused, dull ‘o’ shape. Behind her eyes, a great void was opening up, and it was swallowing everything that her head had previously contained. Knowledge, skills, wits and insight, all of it was vanishing into that great abyss, leaving not a trace. In a matter of moments, Weiss Schnee was turning from a sharp and savvy huntress to a thick- and slow-witted fool.

And what did she think of that? Well, nothing, at the moment. Her mind had been put completely on hold as the pink light had its way with her. But now that pink light was starting to fade, starting to rush back into the egg from which it had originated. And as it did, the light in Weiss’s eyes slowly began to shine once more.

Though admittedly, not nearly as brightly as it had before she’d picked up that egg.

Then, as the light finally died down completely, leaving just an ordinary pink egg, the bimbo bunny’s eyes fluttered, and she woke up.

“Uh, like, what was I doing?” She wondered aloud, rubbing her chin in a passing semblance of deep thought. “It was something totally important, right?” Hmmmm. “Ohhh, darn it, it’s no good. A silly bunny like me can’t be expected to remember anything like that!”

She giggled and bopped herself on the head, her ears swishing. And in doing so, she realised she had something in her hand. “Huh? What’s this?” She stared blankly at the egg. Then, slowly, her eyes widened. “Oh! Like, ohmigod, it’s Easter! I totally forgot! I can’t believe it – it’s the bestest best time of year ever!”

“Weeeeisss! Where are yoooooouu?” A familiar voice called from not too far away. “I found more pine cones! And some egg-shaped rocks!”

“Ooooh!” The bimbo bun spun around, her tits bouncing merrily! “Oh, Ruby! You totally won’t believe it – I found another egg shaped thing too!” She giggled, shoving the pink egg into her cleavage for safe keeping before skipping away to catch up with her bestie. She couldn’t wait to spend the best day of the year with her bestest friend in the world! They could spread so much Easter cheer around together!

And she was totally sure that Ruby’d love the pink egg she found just as much as she did, too~

-

Request: Sae Nijima from Persona 5 goes to a traveling carnival with Makoto, and Sae is transformed into a bombshell bimbo lawyer (She keeps enough intelligence to keep being a lawyer, but she charms / flirts with everyone in the courtroom in order to turn things in her clients favor.)

Summer was in the air and the carnival was in town, bustling with excited guests, stalls flooded with curious customers and rides all sporting healthy queues. With summer break now in full force, there were plenty of people out looking for enjoyment in the open air. A number that included a pair of recently reunited siblings, now that one of them was home from college.

“I have to admit, this was a lot of fun.” Sae Nijima chuckled as she took another bite of her takoyaki. “It’s been too long since we’ve done something like this together.”

“It really has.” Makoto, her younger sister, smiled up at her. “We’ve both been so busy. You with your new job, me with my studies… But that’s why I thought of a big old family night out as soon as I saw the flyer for this place! We both needed a break to unwind a bit, right?”

“I can’t deny that. Being a defence attorney is no cake walk. All of the workload of being a prosecutor, and none of the perks.” The silver haired woman sighed in half-put on frustration, before grinning. “Not that I regret the change, of course.”

Makoto nodded. “I’m glad to hear it. I’d hate to have to go kick your Shadow’s ass again.”

That got a slinky side-eye from her sister. “For some reason, I have the strangest urge to tell you that I’d be happy to flatten you in a rematch any time! Hm. Wonder where that’s from.”

The two stared at each other for a long moment, before both burst into laughter. “Oh man, we have the most screwed up kind of sisterly bonding ever.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen some of the court cases I have,” Sae chuckled, finishing off her snack and disposing of the waste. “But speaking of, it’s getting pretty late, and I, unfortunately, have work in the morning. It may be time to start heading home.”

“Aww, boo.” Makoto wrapped herself around her sister’s arm, pouting up at her. “But the sun’s barely going down! We can stay out a little longer, right?”

The silver haired woman looked down at her sibling with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve gotten awfully comfortable being a brat lately, you know that?”

Said sibling grinned. “I had to spend almost a year mom-ing around a group of teenagers who couldn’t stop yelling out their secret identities at every opportunity. You’ve no idea how much I’m enjoying having someone else be ‘the reliable one’ right now~”

Sae snorted. “Well I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“Nope! So haven’t I earned a little more fun? Just one more ride, yeah?”

“Fine, fine.” As put upon as she sounded, it was easy to see Sae’s smile. “One more. Nothing with too big a queue though. What would you like?”

“Hmm…” Makoto looked around, her eyes flicking from one attraction to the next. “Already done the rollercoaster. And I’m not going on the spinning drum with a full stomach… Oh! Hey, the queue for the funhouse looks really short! Let’s check it out!”

It was true, Sae confirmed with a glance. The funhouse – a big, glitzy looking building decorated in bright colours and flashing lights – had been a pretty popular destination all night, so neither sister had felt inclined to wait through the line to get in. But now, said line had all but vanished – an opportunity to be quickly seized!

“Sure thing,” she nodded, starting over. “Just try to enjoy it – we’re heading home after this.”

“Understood!” The brunette happily followed after her, and soon the pair were at the front of the line, ushered into the building by a smiling attendant.

“Have fun, ladies!” He called after them as the door shut in their wake. “It’s a funhouse, after all!”

And it soon lived up to the name. The pair found themselves navigating a maze (sometimes literally) of ‘fun’ rooms – moving floors, invisible walls, trap doors, rolling balance beams, sudden slides… It kept both of them on their toes as they explored and attempted to find their way through, until…

“Ohhh I’m not going down there.” Makoto put on the breaks, coming to a full halt as she peered down the next corridor up ahead.

“Hm? Why not?” Sae followed her gaze, tilting her head. The corridor beyond had dimmer lights, but otherwise looked like the rest of the place. “It looks normal to me. What’s the problem?”

“Too dark.” The brunette shook her head. “I bet they’re going for some jump scare stuff. Probably a g-ghost or two…”

“Ghosts?” The elder Nijima gave her sister a smile that any sibling would recognise – the sight of someone who senses weakness. “Makoto, you’re not still scared of ghosts, are you?”

“Of- Of course not!” Makoto Nijima, phantom thief and star student, turned beet red. “But… I’m gunna go down this way instead. For unrelated reasons.” She pointed off to the left, before bolting away and vanishing through another door – followed, alas, by her sister’s laughter.

“Oh sis.” Sae shook her head, stepping into the dark corridor alone. “If I ever make another palace, I’m going to design it as a haunted house.”

The lights continued to dim as she walked on ahead, the corridor narrowing and weaving a bit. Honestly, it was rather surprising how much they’d packed into this carnival attraction – it hadn’t looked this big from the outside. Now, would Makoto be right – was there a jump scare waiting around the corner? The atmosphere seemed fitting for it. Well, she’d just have to show her little sister how it was done. She turned the corner, and-

“Oh, is that all?”

She rolled her eyes with disappointment. Rather than any kind of spook, all that was waiting for her on the wall ahead was a funhouse mirror – one of those ones that was designed to show you a distorted reflection. To be fair, she’d been wondering when those were going to start showing up.

Still, this one was rather unfortunately placed. The distortion on this mirror was quite high up, and Sae was a tall woman – so the altered part of her reflection was her chest. “Man, I wish I had boobs like that,” she joked, since she was confident her sister wouldn’t hear her. “It’d make winning my court cases so much easier…”

She hadn’t come out to the carnival wearing anything fancy – just a loose dark jacket and comfortable black slacks that, honestly, didn’t look all that different from her work outfit. But wow, did that jacket look a lot tighter in this mirror. Those girls were massive!

“It’s a good think Makoto didn’t see this one,” Sae smirked to herself – glancing around to make sure she was alone, before raising her hands and cupping her chest, amused by the image in front of her. “She might have gotten jealous.”

But her amusement was fleeting, and it wasn’t long before she walked on, rolling her eyes at the (hopefully unintentionally) perverted mirror. Though, as she went, she couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable. Just a bit tight in the top…

‘Huh. Was I always this big, or did my jacket shrink under the lights?’ She wondered to herself absently, looking down at her chest as she unzipped the garment. The blouse beneath was certainly showing off a lot more cleavage than she’d expected when she put it on. Oops. Luckily no one seemed to have noticed.

The chance to check properly for herself soon came up as another mirror greeted her as she stepped around another corner. And – wait, what the hell? How had they managed that?

The Sae in the mirror wasn’t that distorted – though she still looked pretty big in the chest. Instead, somehow it was showing her reflection dressed in a completely different outfit. No casual slacks or jacket here, no, this one was wearing a long black evening dress that exposed perilous amounts of both cleavage and thigh. It was the kind of look that reminded her slightly of what Joker had told her that her shadow wore during the interrogation, which…

Well okay it looked good on her but it definitely wasn’t something she needed reminding of right now! And besides, it was quite an adult outfit – it left little to the imagination and made her look like a really top-heavy kind of slut, if she was honest. The woman in her reflection was definitely the kind of lawyer who slept with the judge to get a good ruling.

That thought made her snort, and her hope that that last mirror’s perverted nature had been an accident rapidly started to dwindle. Well, whatever. The effect was impressive, but certainly nothing to dwell on. She moved on, her black dress swishing around her legs as she walked.

The next mirror wasn’t far, and she found herself pausing again to take a look, wondering what sort of reflection they’d prepared this time. The distortion in this one seemed to be located at face level for her – it warped her expression, drawing her lips into a surprised ‘o’ shape, while making her eyes look big and vapid. The effect was rather startling, and she found herself staring at it quietly for a long moment, before finally reacting…

“Oh my gawd,” she giggled, staring at her reflection. “This one makes me look like a total bimbo!”

It really did! That expression was vapid as hell, and paired with the big tits and slutty dress, wow, they made her look like such a whore~

Which was, like, sooo unfair. She wasn’t a bimbo! Just a bit of a ditz. And maybe kind of a slut~ Heehee, so what, though? She was plenty smart – she wasn’t a lawyer for nuthin’! Though if the prosecution wanted to underestimate her because of her looks, well, that was totally their loss!

Sae spent a moment preening, enjoying this silly mirror a lot more than the past two – but eventually, she had to start moving again. In fact, she’d better hurry up. She had a case with Judge Mura in the morning, and he was a real stud. She was sure if she played her cards right, her client wasn’t the only one who’d be getting off…

The airheaded attorney enjoyed a steamy little fantasy as she strutted down the corridor, not really paying her surroundings any further attention – at least, not until she found the last mirror in front of her. And this one she wanted to see. The others had all been pretty funny (and some pretty sexy) so far, so she was curious what the last one would show!

But she was disappointed.

“Aww, no fun,” the silver haired slut whined, brushing her hair back over her shoulder with a pout. “This stupid mirror is broken. It didn’t change anything!”

Indeed – it was the same Sae Nijima staring back at her as always. Same vapid expression. Same fat tits. Same slutty dress. Same massive ass. All of it was perfectly normal, with no distortions whatsoever. Just a perfectly normal slut. Ugh, what a let down.

Oh well. She sighed, her titanic tits nearly popping out of her dress, before walking away, her hefty hips swinging like a metronome. Around the next corner she found a door, and stepping through it, she found herself out of the dark and back in the funhouse. Her trip through the funhouse mirrors had reached an end.

“Huh. Well that was pretty neat. Now where’s Makoto gotten off to?” She stretched, looking around for any sign of her sister. “We’ve gotta, like, find the exit soon – I wanna get my beauty sleep before tomorrow’s case~”

Picking a direction, Sae strutted off to begin her hunt – utterly oblivious to the changes she’d gone through. The slim-if-sexy serious sister had been replaced by a seriously sexy Sae, and there was nothing slim about her curves. But there was one thing she definitely knew for sure - this was a fun house indeed.

She just hoped Makoto was enjoying herself as much as she was.

-

Request: After a vastly technologically superior alien empire easily invades and conquers Earth, it sets about transforming and brainwashing the populace to fill the castes of its new territory - and for one laid-back girl, that means becoming a big-titted cyborg enforcer eager to make rebels see the folly of their ways by brainwashing them into obedient slaves just like herself...

There had been no war. No desperate fight, no pitched last stand. When the invasion came, it was executed with ruthless efficiency – the kind you’d expect from any advanced species that actually set out to conquer other worlds. The aliens had studied their strengths and weaknesses from afar, and then used that knowledge to devastating effect when they finally moved in. Their armies had been frozen, their communications blocked, their movements prevented, and their ability to fight back neutralised.

Earth fell before it even knew it had been targeted. Its governments toppled, and its peoples stolen, scooped up by alien hands and processed into forms more suitable for the invaders’ desires. It never stood a chance.

Which wasn’t to say there was no resistance. No, humans, once they realised what was happening, by and large tried to do… something. It was just that there wasn’t much they could do. Between the choices of run, fight, or hide, options A and B had been pretty firmly quashed.

Thus, humanity went to ground. It would dig in, hide itself, prepare, and wait for its opportunity to strike back. It abandoned those it could not save, and settled in for the long haul of keeping the flame of hope and freedom alive – fighting, in the best way that it could, for the chance to survive.

But this, too, had been anticipated.

…

It happened so fast.

“Hey what’s up content hunters?” Lori snapped her fingers, giving the camera a lazy smile. “How’s everyone enjoying their Sunday? Hope it’s going well out there!”

She laid back, folding her arms behind her head, her blue jacket riding up just enough to reveal the white shirt beneath before sliding back down. “So today’s just going to be a nice chill stream. I’ve got some games lined up with the girls for later – not Monopoly, don’t worry, not doing that again.” She winked. “But for now, I figured we could just hang out and chat. That’s right, it’s finally time for the chat stream! And- Oh, hello! MaximumDog5 in straight away giving away 50 subs, holy moly, that’s-”

The lights flickered, and then an error popped up on her monitor. She frowned, leaning over the keyboard. “Hey, what the heck? Guys? Am I still on?”

The screen seemed frozen, and she poked about at it for a moment before noticing how dark her bedroom studio had gotten. Natural lighting was, of course, the bane of any streamer, but she wasn’t wealthy enough to have a full lighting rig in her apartment, so she’d been making do with some backup from the sun outside… Except now, suddenly, there wasn’t one. Everything had gone dark outside the window, and oddly quiet besides – kind of like an eclipse.

Her frown growing deeper, Lori finally jumped out of her chair and stepped over to open the pane and peek out. But once she did, the frown fell away, replaced with wide eyed surprise. “Oh. Huh. Wow, where’d that come from?”

Something big, massive even, had been hovering over the clouds, blocking out the sky. Even as she watched it was sliding over the horizon in every direction, deepening the darkness. But in what light that remained, she could see strange metal structures, like an upside down city, hovering above her, little whisps of cloud floating around its inverted spires, with little green and blue lights flickering all around them.

Suddenly, while she was still trying to work out what was going on, massive beams of green light shot out from overhead, sweeping over the land below, scooping up… something, it was too far to see, and lifting it up into the air-

Then before she could look closer, a beam swept over her building, and she found herself being yanked out through the window, carried up into the sky.

“Woah!” She gasped, spinning end over end as the world grew smaller and smaller beneath her. “Am I being abducted right now?”

If she was, she wasn’t alone. Dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of others were caught up in the same way, spirited up into the sky in a halo of green light. People from all across the city – mostly college age like her nearby, given she’d been living on campus. Too shocked to even scream, she found herself in the middle of a panicking swarm, sailing on upwards, until she and everyone else was consumed in a flash of green light.

And then Lori was rushing through the air, alone, plunging head first through the darkness. Shining lights of reds and whites and blues shot past, too fast for her to properly register. Several times she felt herself get yanked in a new direction, turning left or right, or up or down, enough that she quickly lost all sense of direction. Until finally, she slowed to a stop, finding herself hovering in place, her body seemingly the right way up. She blinked.

“Uh. Where am I…?” Her head was spinning, and it took a few moments for her to properly reorientate herself. But when she did, it didn’t clarify that much. Her surroundings were – well, ‘alien’ was definitely the word that jumped to mind. She was floating in some kind of glass orb, which itself seemed to be floating in nothingness. Darkness stretched as far as her eyes could see, occasionally interrupted by flashes of green light. “Is this a first contact kind of thing? We come in peace? Oh, wait, you’d be the ones coming in peace. Or at least I hope you are…”

There was no response to her words – but a few seconds after she’d settled, four blue lights descended around her orb, each projecting strange beams that ran over her from top to bottom and side to side. Then, one by one, they each flashed purple, and vanished off upwards into the darkness.

“Is purple good or bad, do you think?” She wondered, peering off after them. Then her entire orb lit up with purple light, each curved surface shining bright, forcing her to shield her eyes. “Oh I really, really hope it’s good!” She gritted her teeth.

Something wet and cold splashed on her shoulder. She glanced down, straining her neck a bit to get a good angle, and saw… purple? Some kind of purple slime dripping down the front of her jacket. “What the…?” She reached up to touch it. “What’s this stuff?”

It felt cool to the touch, but she found it surprisingly sticky when she pulled her hand back, long strands of purple gunk stretching between her shoulder and hand. “Hey, ew, what is this?”

Unfortunately, Lori’s attempts at cleaning the weird goo off just made the situation worse. It struck to everything it touched, and it was surprisingly… stretchy? There just always seemed to be more of it. Soon both of her hands were covered and it was still dripping down her chest… Wait… Wait, how did such a small blob turn into all of this?!

But it was too late to wonder. Just as the streamer was about to give voice to her thoughts, the goo seemed to surge, suddenly spreading out in all directions. She cried out as her arms were forced to her sides and her spine straightened, the purple gunk developing a will of its own and revealing a surprising level of strength. In a matter of moments, she was completely covered in the stuff from the neck down, purple from throat to toe.

That was when she started to feel weird. Like, a strange tingly sensation ran through her, starting in her feet and then running up her body like a wave, until it dissipated at her shoulders. It seemed to clear everything else out – all the strains from her rough flight, all the odd pangs and sensations… she could still feel everything below her neck just fine, but it all felt… different, now. Clearer. Sharper.

Looking down, she could see that the goo had turned into something almost like latex? It looked soft, but strong. And other changes had been made too. Like, her chest wasn’t actually that large, right? R… Right? It looked like someone had shoved a pair of melons under her top!

Curious, she tried to shift her arm – only to find it moving strangely. Faster. Stronger. The air made a swooshing sound as she flexed her fingers. What waseblebublalbluelblibpep!

Her eyes crossed as a trail of purple good leaked upwards, sliding unnoticed into her ear. A tingly shock shot through her brain, and suddenly odd voices began to resound through her thoughts.

[Average unstrengthened build]

[No appreciable skills]

[Assigned to general selection]

“Wha- Wha…?” She tried to speak, tried to think through the voices, but they just smothered everything else in her head. She couldn’t think around them.

[Requesting designation through general selection]

[Assigned to enforcement division surplus]

The words didn’t feel like English. Heck, they didn’t feel like language at all – just, just thoughts, somehow inserted into her head that she was starting to understand, even if so much of it seemed like gibberish around the edges.

[Applying Enforcer Template: Earthian V.18.9]

[Purging unnecessary information from drone cortex]

It was starting to get clearer. But what were they-

Zinc

It wasn’t so much a sound as a feeling – but Lori didn’t really register it as either. In fact, she stopped registering things like that period as a blast of purple energy crackled through her mind and wiped it clean in an instant, her personality formatted and her memories erased. Instantly her jaw dropped open, her eyes turning glassy and glazed.

[Completing biomorphic integration and upgrade]

The purple goo climbed up her neck and over her face. Once it had covered her head completely, it seemed to harden, the flat surface where her face had been turning into a glassy screen, while the rest of her remained smooth.

[Installing Enforcement protocols]

Zinc

There was another zap of energy – this one adding information where the last had removed it. Data flowed in, and she was once again aware of herself.

She was Enforcement Drone 588943O. A hunter unit. Her purpose was to pursue and capture the targets her Masters commanded. Everything else was irrelevant. Her biological brain had been rewoven with nanite technology to enhance her thought processes – albeit in a limited capacity – in addition to the modifications made to her body to make her stronger, faster, and better than any of the human survivors she was expected to go after. Her superiority was assured.

Drone 588943O remained still as she was moved and placed in storage – among thousands of other drones who looked exactly like her. She was not capable of eagerness or excitement anymore. But none the less, as she waited silently in the dark, she regarded her inevitable deployment with a certain degree of… anticipation.

…

“Why do they give those things such large boobs?” Rebecca Kale, former IT analyst turned resistance fighter as of 3 months ago, peered out from her cover and down the tunnel, eyeing the purple drone currently searching through some rubble.

“The fuck should I know?” Her partner, Sherry Winters, hissed. “Just keep an eye on her while set these charges, okay? If she finds us here, we’re screwed.”

“Well a-fucking-ware,” Rebecca muttered. You didn’t survive 3 months under alien rule without some survival skills. “But don’t worry. She’s been rooting around over there for 10 minutes. Whatever they did to those women, it made them stupid as- Uh oh.”

“Uh oh?”

The dirty blonde former IT girl pressed herself against the wall. “I think she looked this way.”

“You think?”

“I think.”

“Fuck.” Her black-haired partner kept working on the bomb. “I’m almost done. Is she coming?”

“Uh…” Rebecca took a breath, and then peered out. If the drone was coming, she’d be able to warn Sherry in t-

A purple hand grabbed the back of her head and silently yanked her forwards – into the waiting drone’s chest. Shocked, she wasn’t able to resist, her mouth smushing against a surprisingly detailed nipple – and then she felt something cold and wet spreading over her mouth.

‘Oh,’ she thought dazedly as her face vanished beneath a purple wave, and something tickled at the edge of her ear. ‘So that’s what the boobs are for.’

Zinc

-

Request: Futaba is excited to try out a demo for a new fantasy game that she got a beta key for. She is a bit confused though- this game seems to be a lot naughtier then she initially thought judging by the curve sizes and chainmail bikinis. Also there isn't a character designer. Just a character randomizer. Which ends up changing her into the character it settles on-a busty and lusty orc amazon who has made all her mental traits into sump stats in favor of being an amazonian breeder looking for snu snu.

“Score!” Futaba raised her arms in the air with delight, spinning around in her chair. “I did it! I got in! I’m the best hacker this world has ever seen!”

Alas, no one heard her excited yelling – Sojiro was off at some coffee convention or whatever (she hadn’t really listened when he’d told her), and of course Joker was back home with his parents right now. Hm…

[Hey guys,] Futaba whipped out her phone and punched in a text to the Phantom Thieves group chat. [Guess who just got a copy of the latest Quest of the Finale Adventure!!!!!!!]

There. She flipped the phone away, happy to ignore any follow-up questions. She had other things to do. The important thing was that now someone would appreciate how super lucky she was right now!

Even if there was no actual luck involved…

Quest of the Final Adventure – QFA for short! - was the biggest rumour currently circulating through the gamer underworld. The latest in a long series of popular RPGs, its release had been anticipated for years – but the company behind it had kept silent on what they were developing. Naturally, speculation had run rampant, and the craziest theories had even suggested that they were finally jumping into the MMO market – a risky, but potentially amazing direction to take, if they could pull it off.

Naturally though, Futaba, a long time fan, had never been one to settle for mere rumours. She’d gone to take a quick look at the gam dev’s internal processes, sneaking around inside their systems thanks to a few carelessly unprotected laptops – and she’d hit the jackpot. Not only were they making a new MMO – they were running a closed beta for their internal QA team.

A little tweaking of their beta key mailing list, and presto! She was in~ Another Medjed special. The program was already installing, she had snacks at the ready and a fresh can of soda popped. She was set for a night of gaming – and hey, if she liked what she saw about this, she might even leave some actual QA feedback. Everyone wins, right?

Well she definitely did. Even if what they’d put together was still at a super basic level, she’d get to toy around with that and see where they were going with the franchise. Sounded like a fun afternoon to her! And since her beast of a computer (she was so proud of it) was done installing – time to take a look!

The program opened up to a surprisingly well put together start menu. She’d been expecting placeholders and basic text, but no. Fully rendered images, dynamic text, fully integrated options and settings menus… Wow, they’d come a shockingly long way with this. Hopefully they hadn’t blown their budget on the menus.

QUEST FOR THE FINAL ADVENTURE 27 read the title, presented proudly in the middle of the screen. And beneath that was… Hm.

Futaba’s brow wrinkled, the hacker squinting at the screen. This… This was the right game, right? She hadn’t been punked or anything? Because as much as she loved QFA, it was as mainstream as they came. Adult situations might be mentioned, but it was never going to blatantly sell itself with sexy bikini babes and come hither looks. Or… So she’d thought?

Because the knight babe in the centre of the screen was definitely giving her hentai vibes. That chainmail bikini was not going to be stopping any swords, and that was one hell of a smoky look that she was giving the camera. And the red headed sorceress right next to her was definitely wearing a very tight top. Hell, was that druid over there even wearing clothes? Those were just leaf nipple tassels!

Some might have considered all of this a warning sign or a joke – that clearly, this couldn’t be the next instalment of a popular adventure series, no way. Clearly she’d got the wrong file. Those people, however, were not Futaba.

“Hey awesome! Finally, we’re getting some proper tits in this one~ About time these guys caught up with the rest of the world!”

She had rather deviant tastes, you see. But yes, while unexpected, this opening screen just made her all the more eager to try this game out! Hopefully she’d get to see those menu babes up close and personal in actual gameplay.

Okay then – first things first, it was time to make her character. Had they already put the demon race in game? That one was her favourite. For some reason, the idea of being a pesky little imp really appealed to her!

But… Hey, wait a second. What was this?

The orange haired hacker raised an eyebrow. Where was the character customisation options? The tabs, the sections, the sliders, the previews? Had they not made this part of the game yet? That was disappointing, but- no, wait a sec. No, this page wasn’t empty. There was one button on it for her to click.

[Generate Random Character]

“What?!” Futaba stared at the screen, jaw dropped. “No customisation? No stat assignments? Just RNG? How dare you! God, this series really is on the way out. Who does this anymore? Is this supposed to be a roguelike or something?”

Yes, the tits were fine, but this, she was not a fan of. She may not have had all that much interest in designing a super unique character, but having her randomize her stats was absolutely not what she wanted from this series. Especially if they were seriously making an MMO. What year did they think this was, 2003?

It was almost enough to have her abort this whole thing (and maybe leave some nasty messages pasted all over the developer’s internal servers) but… Well, whatever. She’d come this far. Maybe this generator was just a temporary thing for testing purposes or whatever. And she did want to see what they’d done for the actual gameplay. Ugh, fine. She’d allow this for now. The developer who did it was totally getting doxed though.

Rolling her eyes, Futaba guided her cursor over to the button, and clicked.

Immediately, the screen seemed to come alive. All the previews and sliders the young hacker had been expecting appeared at once, scrolling past her eyes like rain in a storm. “What the- they actually made all this stuff? But then why- Hey, hey, hold on a sec there guy, what kind of character do you think you’re giving me?”

Her eyes had fallen on the ‘Race roulette’ wheel, which, uh, was certainly a choice of a name, and right now she was watching said wheel start to slow down, the needly sliding over ‘elf’, ‘pixie’ and ‘Shade’…

… Before stopping dead on ‘Orc’.

“An orc? Huh.” Big, buff, and green. Hm. “Okay, that’s not soooooOoOoOowhat’s going on?!?”

A strange feeling gripped the young hacker, and the room seemed to spin for a moment. She put a hand to her head, trying to steady herself, only to notice something odd.

“Dude, why is my hand green?” That couldn’t be good – and it wasn’t just her hand. Her disbelieving eyes trailed down her (green) arm, to her (green) shoulder, and down her (green) body. “What the f-ow! Ow, what?”

She reached up to her lip, her fingers finding a trickle of (again, green) and a suddenly very sharp underbite where her canines had just practically tripled in size. Her tongue brushed carefully against them, unable to find any sign that these things were fake. Spinning around, she hurriedly grasped for a mirror – only to find a very orcish face staring back at her.

It was recognisably hers – same hair, same shape, same glasses – but the skin was pea green, the eyes blood red, and the teeth looked like they could chomp through rocks.

Shocked, she looked back to her screen – only to see a little digital version of herself, green skin, clothes and all, standing proudly on the screen. She blinked in disbelief. “It can’t be… W-wait, what are you doing…?”

The next character customisation menu had popped up – this one labelled ‘Stats’. On it, a list of characteristics were cycling through various values, a progress bar underneath each one filling as her character sheet was steadily filled in. And as she looked, the first stat filled up.

[Strength: A rank]

“Woah!” Suddenly, Futaba’s muscles just… expanded, bursting through her sleeves and splitting her shorts at the seams with new mass and strength. In an instant, the shrimpy hacker suddenly found herself shooting up two whole feet, vastly outsizing her clothes, which fell apart in shreds.

Shocked, she gazed at her hands again, flexing her fingers. She could feel the strength, the power coiled in every one. Hell, she felt like she could punch out a tank right now. “Th-this is kind of cool, but I didn’t ask for this! Knock it off!”

But the game didn’t listen, another stat getting assigned.

[Charisma: S+ rank]

“Oh!” It was a good thing that her clothes were already in tatters, because her boobs tripling in size would definitely have ripped them up anyway, and her shorts were not destined to survive her thighs expanding like a loaf of bread. The sensation was dizzying, but pleasant – a sudden increase in a lot of pleasure sensitive nerves hitting her brain all at once. “Hoooo…”

But she shook herself, trying to focus. “What? No! You made me hot! I didn’t say you could make me hot! I need to stop this right now, before-”

It was too late. Before her eyes, two more stats got assigned at once.

[Intelligence: F rank]

[Wisdom: F rank]

She frowned. “What? Wait, what are you doooooOOooOOoOOoooooohhh…”

The strange feeling returned – but this time entirely focused on the inside of her head. It was like a kind of… shrinking feeling, like her head was too small for her thoughts, so they were getting squished down. Knowledge and concepts she knew so well got jumbled together into a confusing mess, facts and figures turning to sludge in her skull. Her red eyes rolled up, eyelids fluttering as she forgot things like how to use a keyboard, or even what a computer was.

But simple stuff stayed. Simple stuff was good. Stuff like how to bash someone with a club. Or Snu snu. Oh, a lot of snu snu stayed. A dumb smile spread over dark green lips as one of her hands slid between her legs while another began playing with her melons. She liked the snu snu~

“Hah…” The former hacker grunted, rocking in her gamer chair. “Me feel weird… But feel good. Feel very good.”

Unseen on the screen, another window flashed up – [Assigning starter equipment…]

Preoccupied with her transformed and oh so fun body, Futaba didn’t notice as her shredded clothing was replaced by a pair of leather slacks and a leather jerkin. As her glasses vanished, and her long orange hair was restyled into a dark purple half-mohawk. And as a club simply appeared at her side. Why would she care? She didn’t even remember her old look – or the name Futaba, for that matter.

No, she was simply Fufu the Orc, just as she’d always been – a strong, buff, slightly simple warrior, looking for glorious battle or even more glorious snu snu. To her, that was the only thing that mattered.

A window popped up on the screen once again – [Please enjoy your Final Adventure!] – and then it flashed with bright light, so bright that the entire room was obscured. And when it faded, there was no sign of Futaba, orc or no.

No, wait. That wasn’t quite accurate. There was one sign. As the character creation process ended, and the game returned to the opening menu, there’d been a small change. Now, next to the bikini armour knight, the skimpy sorceress, and the nudist druid, there was a busty orc barbarian – one with purple hair, red eyes, and one muscular green hand pulling down her leather top so you could almost see the gigantic boobs beneath it…

Ironically, Futaba would have thought her addition was an improvement, if she could remember what a ‘computer game’ was anymore. But Fufu was certainly going to enjoy it – once she found a proper warrior too woo her, anyway.

It probably wouldn’t take long. She was only level 1, after all!

-

Request: I’d like a follow up to the Nami Marine one but this time it’s Robin being caught by cp9 again and joining them, to fit in with their animal theming they make her wear cat ears and a tail while acting as their pet. She’s also given an incredibly ill fitting two piece formal suit. (I plan on drawing her with more of a gut in the After image but don’t feel like you need to include that)

Robin was worried. Which wasn’t all that new for her – despite her rather carefree façade, Nico Robin hadn’t lived this long as a wanted woman without having a few worries hanging over her – but right now it was more to do with her friends than her worrying over a threat or plot. Specifically, she was worried about Nami.

The orange haired Navigator/thief had vanished days ago – assuring her before she went that she had a con she wanted to pull, and that she’d be gone for a bit. Since then, there’d been no sign of her. Which fit with what she’d said, but Robin still worried. She had a bad feeling about her being gone for some reason.

Eventually, it had gotten too much. Nami had been gone for far too long – she needed to find her, if only to check that her scheme was all going to plan. Which did mean that the boys had to be left behind – they had all the subtlety of a brick to the face – but that shouldn’t be a problem. Between her and Nami, Robin was sure they could take on anything.

Unfortunately she never quite got that far.

“Ngh.” The black haired pirate grunted as she was thrown into the cold stone cell, a pair of tight seastone cuffs wrapped around her wrists. “I see the marines haven’t added any more gentlemen to their ranks.”

“Save it for someone who cares, pirate,” the marine at the gate spat, slamming the door shut. “People like you have given up the right to a gentle touch.”

He walked away, leaving the woman to stew in the darkness. Of course, stewing had never been her forte. She started planning her escape immediately.

How had things gone so wrong so quickly, though? She’d started looking for Nami in the town, only to suddenly find herself surrounded, both by regular marines and specialist devil fruit users. She’d considered a fight, but with that many civilians around her to be caught in the crossfire, surrender now, escape later had been the more reasonable action. She’d gotten out from worse, after all.

Still, though – had they been warned about her? It had certainly seemed like they knew she was coming. Which likely meant Nami was in grave, grave danger. She had to get out of here.

Well, fortunately that wouldn’t be a problem. The rudimentary search the guard had given her had paid far more attention to her chest than to actually finding any items she had hidden on herself – something she was absolutely going to pay said guard back for on her way out. But thanks to his perverted negligence, he’d completely missed all of her lockpicks, even the ones she’d left as decoys for a searcher to find. Typical. All she needed to do was get these cuffs open, and then it was time for a little payback.

But before she could put her plan into action, a strange sound filled the air. A note, low but rising in volume, setting her teeth on edge. It vibrated through her cell, setting the bars of the door and windows buzzing.

“What’s that?” She looked around, suspicious. “Who’s there?”

“Why, an old friend.” A familiar but decidedly not friendly voice answered, a figure stepping out of the shadows and up to the entrance of her cell. A man dressed in a black two-piece formal suit, with an odd mask made of leather straps bandaged around his face…

“Spandam.” Robin glared at the head of Cipher Pol 9, the one who had caused her no end of misery when the Straw Hats had landed at Water 7. “I suppose it was too much to ask that you’d learned your lesson.”

“I’m a notoriously poor student,” the head of the world government’s assassin division bragged, before pausing. “Wait. No, not like that. Oh, whatever.” His good cheer evaporated for a moment, before forcibly restoring itself. “All that matters is we finally have you back in our care, ‘Demon Child’.”

“For the moment.” Already, her first lockpick was tickling the lock on her cuffs. “But this isn’t Enies Lobby. Things won’t work out for you nearly so well here unless you walk away right now.”

“Ha!” He laughed, fully assured of his own position. “You think that went well? I spent years recovering from that place – from your brutal attacks, and the political damage you caused in your carelessness!” Yep, same old Spandam. “But now that I’ve finally been restored to my old position, I’m going to fix all of it. Starting with you, Nico Robin. You will be the catalyst through which I finally enact my revenge!”

The look she gave him probably would have killed a character from the pre-time skip section of a Shonen adventure series. “That’s not going to happen.” Nearly there with the lock…

“Oh, but it will.” He grinned. “What do you think of music, by the way?”

She blinked. “Music?” Oh, right. That sound. It was still going – she’d kind of forgotten it with one of her worst enemies in front of her. Strange, it wasn’t as annoying as it had been before. The pitch had subtly changed, until she almost didn’t notice it, even when she was actively listening for it.

“Yes, courtesy of one of the newer members of CP9. Luke, why don’t you come on over. Let her see you.”

And from out of the shadows stepped an odd looking man. He wore a black two-piece suit, just like Spandam, but he was a broader build – at least, he was up top. Down below his legs seemed to thin into little sticks. He had long dark green hair that covered one of his eyes, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal strange green scale-like protrusions that ran up his forearms, which he was rubbing against one another.

“This, my dear pirate, is Luke Rust. His abilities are interesting! You see, he once consumed the Hopper-hopper fruit, giving him the powers of a grasshopper. You should see this man jump – his leg strength could put even that chef of yours to shame. But the real fun thing he does is- What was it called?”

“Stridulation, sir,” answered the agent, grinning. “It’s how insects communicate with each other.”

“Right, right.” The weedy CP9 leader nodded. “See, him rubbing his arms together like that creates a sound – and it’s a sound that does interesting things. Like once he gets the right frequency for a person, it gets right into their heads. Real base of the brain stuff. They can barely even hear it. But it makes them… How to put it… suggestable. How do you feel, Robin?”

Robin blinked slowly. “How do I feel?” Her brow furrowed. There was something about the way he asked that question, but she couldn’t quite work out what it might be. For some reason her thoughts were kind of… sliding off each other right now. Rubbing against each other like Rust’s arms, generating more of that strange sound.  “I feel… fine.”

“Oh good!” Spandam grinned, crouching down in front of her. “See, me, I’ve got special ear plugs in to make sure his power doesn’t affect me. But you’re getting it on full blast. And if you feel fine, then that means it’s working a treat on you. Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes…” That… made sense. The words just sort of slid in between her thoughts and made themselves at home. “So nice…”

“You’re not going to try to escape anymore, are you?”

What? Wait, she couldn’t agree to that! She’d spent her entire life escaping these people, there was no way that she’d-

The sound grew louder.

“I said, you’re not going to try to escape anymore, are you?”

“N-no…” Her lockpicks fell from her limp fingers, tinking against the stone floor, forgotten. She wouldn’t try to escape anymore.

“In fact, you don’t want to escape!”

She didn’t want to escape…

“After all, you’re a loyal agent of CP9.”

She was…

She… She was…

… a loyal…

“I’m a loyal agent of CP9…” Robin gasped, her eyes rolling up in her head as a core part of her identity was forcefully rewritten. The carefree lifestyle of a pirate archaeologist was replaced with the strict, straightlaced routine of a loyal intelligence agent and assassin.

“More than that, you’re completely devoted to me. You follow my every order happily, no matter what.”

“Nnn!” The black haired pir- assassin shook against the wall, Spandam’s words sinking in deep, staining her soul in ways that would never wash out. Y-yes, she was Spandam’s… devoted… subordinate. She’d follow any order he gave!

“You’ve been on a deep cover mission, but now it’s time to come home to me.”

Her memories rewrote themselves. Instead of allowing herself to be arrested at Water 7 to protect the Straw Hats, she’d merely returned home to give her report to her boss. The fight afterwards had simply been a distraction in order to restore her cover. And ever since, she’d been laying in wait, pretending to serve on Luffy’s crew until she got the signal to return…

“And be my loyal underling once more!”

“Ah!” The final command rang through Robin’s head, and sealed everything in. Her freedom, her will, the woman she had been – all of it was obliterated under the onslaught of the buzzing in her head, and the dark suit wrapping around her inner self. She was no longer Nico Robin, proud member of the Straw Hat pirates – she was Nico Robin, loyal agent of CP9, and devoted servant of Spandam.

“That should do it.” The sound ceased, Rust taking a step back out of the cell and back into the shadows, allowing the brainwashing to settle. She breathed deep, her head still swirling as her mind resolidified…

Then her cuffs clicked open, and a package was thrown in her lap, Spandam rising to his feet. “Welcome back, Agent Robin. Get your uniform on. Your pirate days are over.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Instantly she was on her feet, saluting with her back straight. And she showed no hesitation in literally ripping her clothes – the last traces of her old self – from her body, sprouting a bunch of extra hands to tear it all away, and then to squeeze herself into the black two-piece suit she’d been handed. It didn’t quite fit – having been made for someone of a smaller size, especially around the chest – but she still did her best to follow her orders to the letter. Some of the buttons couldn’t be done up in the front, but the resulting cleavage canyon was a sacrifice she’d just have to make.

Job done, she returned to saluting. “Mission complete, sir.”

Spandam – who hadn’t actually left the cell yet, and thus had been standing slack jawed as his new recruit stripped and got dressed right in front of him – spent a long, silent moment staring into space, before shaking his head and trying to recover. “I- Good! Good work, agent. But you know, it’s not quite complete…”

“Sir?” Robin blinked, unsure what he meant. But she knew he must be right – if he wasn’t, then why would he say it?

“Well, you don’t quite fit in with the rest of our agents… But here, I thought of that.” He handed her a cat-ear headband and a fake tail. “Put these on. You are now CP9’s pet cat.”

“Yes sir!” She smiled gratefully as she accepted his gifts, slipping the ears on and attaching the tail as quickly as possible, before falling to her knees. “Like this, sir?”

“Perfect.” Her boss and light of her life grinned. “And since you’re down there…” He said, reaching for his belt buckle.

Robin’s grin widened, her new self liking where this was going. “Meow~”

It was good to be back where she belonged.

-

Request: Konyanskaya Keeps Winning continuation – this time with Mordred and Penthesilea getting twinned into floofy NFF enforcers.

Chaldea was a strange place. Filled with the legends of humanity, the heroes of myth, it had a lot of large personalities wielding powers that could verge on the cosmic, in, quite frankly, a space that was entirely too small for any of them. And yet, somehow, they made it work, through a mixture of tense alliances, odd friendships, and one Master running around working their ass off to keep everyone happy and unmurdery. It was, in all honesty and truth, a miracle it continued to exist day to day.

But still, even with this miraculous luck, sometimes some Servants popped up who refused to play by the rules. Servants that diplomacy and Master’s patience would not dissuade. Servants who really needed a punch to the face to make them settle down. And providing a service to deal with such troublemakers this was a role that certain other Servants were all too happy to take up.

“Remember, ask her politely to stop all this before you start swinging.” Da Vinci’s voice crackled over the communicator. “If there’s any chance we can stop this before it turns into a fight, that would be ideal. We don’t need any more damage to Chaldea.”

“Yeah yeah.” Mordred, Knight of treachery and slayer of King Arthur, didn’t put much work into sounding like she cared. “Chaldea’s a tough old girl, she can take a few hits.”

“And your Master would be upset.”

“Tch.” That one got a better reaction. Despite her reputation, the blonde knight was still a knight, and she wasn’t keen to disappoint her lord. “Fine, I’ll try.”

“You need not worry.” At Mordred’s side, a white haired woman spoke into her own communicator with calm confidence. “We will allow Koyanskaya every chance to deescalate the situation before we use force.”

Penthesilea, Queen of the Amazons, was a reasonable, if forceful, woman – one who was familiar with how to act as a commander, and a shockingly sane representative of her Berserker class. You know. As long as you didn’t mention anything remotely related to her appearance. At all. Ever.

“Alright. Glad to hear it.” Da Vinici sighed. “I’d prefer not to get anyone else involved in this. If the situation can be resolved peacefully, so much the better. Remember, we’ve had other Servants disappear after confronting her, and we don’t know what happened, so be careful in there, alright?”

“I’ll carefully kick her ass, is what I’ll do,” Mordred muttered, while Penthesilea just nodded.

Before them stood the door to Koyanskaya’s chambers – which, as with every Servant, were quite large, because Chaldea would really prefer that everyone stay in their rooms and not mingle any more than was strictly necessary. But normally a Servant’s room door was a standard sliding metal one – not a glass set of double doors with ‘NFF’ branded on both of them. That was a bad sign.

Rolling her eyes, Mordred led the charge – striding up to the doors and through them when they obediently opened for her. “Hey, fox face!” She yelled. “Get out here before I Clarent the place down!”

“Yes, please come out here before this gets violent,” the Queen of the amazons called, walking behind her and looking around. It was as if they’d walked into the reception of a modern day mega-corp – one with an obsession with the colour pink. “There is no reason we cannot resolve this like reasonable people.”

“Tch. Lady you are way more fun when someone says the B word.”

Penth blinked. “What B word?”

“Uh…”

Fortunately for Mordred, she was interrupted before she could respond. Widescreen TVs placed on the walls around the room flickered to life, and loudspeakers on the ceiling crackled. “Well well well!” A familiar foxy face appeared on the screens, her smug smile clear as day. “I see the local muscleheads have come knocking. What can I do for you? I hope you remembered to wipe your feet, I just had the floors cleaned.”

“Miss Koyanskaya, we’ve come as representatives of Chaldea to request that you put a stop to this NFF expansion within our halls, and to ask that you release the Servants you have taken prisoner…”

“Or else we’ll kick the tails out of you, got it?”

While one half of the response duo was not nearly so elegant as the other, both worked well together to get their point across.

“Oh, I see. This is a protection racket, is it?” Konyan giggled. “Well, I’ll deal with that in a moment. First, I see that the cleaners didn’t get rid of all the trash, so let me just deal with that…” She raised a remote in her hand, and then pressed the big red button on it with her thumb.

Beep!

The floor under the response duo vanished.

“Ah.”

“Oh motherfu-”

And before either could react, they both dropped into darkness.

…

“Nnngh… Huh?” Mordred groaned as consciousness returned, only to find herself bound by heavy metal restraints. Normally that shouldn’t have been a problem to someone with her kind of strength, but whatever was holding her was strong. Magically reinforced, perhaps? Cracking open her eyes, she found she was strapped into some kind of machine, something she couldn’t quite crane her neck around to see. It was holding her upright, arms and legs sucked into metal tubes behind her. “What the hell?!”

What had happened? She remembered falling, and then… nothing. Damnit, had she really been captured so easily?

“Oho~ I see you’re both awake at last! Lovely, now we can get started. I wouldn’t want you two idiots to miss out on any of the details~” And of course, this miserable experience couldn’t be complete without the architect of it all herself, striding into the room in her black catsuit to laugh at her.

“Bitch I am going to rip you in half!” The knight of treachery yelled, trying to pull an arm free with everything she had – but the restraints held firm. She had to settle for a hateful glare.

“This will indeed make it difficult to resolve this situation peacefully, but it is not too late to back down.” Penth’s voice called – and Mordred spotted her across the darkened room, strapped into a machine much like hers. From this angle, she could see it was a big thing, a mess of metal devices and rubber tubing. But it was the strange helmet like part suspended over the white haired amazon’s head that really worried her – looking up, she could just about see something like that over her own. What was this stuff for…?

“Oh, don’t worry!” Koyanskaya giggled. “I have every intention of resolving this peacefully. I’m just making some new hires. You’re the violent thugs around here. But I’ll soon fix that.”

The blonde knight growled, still fighting to get free. “Don’t be a fool, once Chaldea notices we’ve gone missing they’ll-!”

Koyan snapped her fingers. “Ah that’s right! I need to thank my delivery girl. Hold that thought a moment. Oh Da Vinci~”

On one of the walls a screen lit up, showing the image of a very happy looking Da Vinci – and not her child form, Mordred noticed with surprise, but her full adult body. “Yes Mistress? What can I do for you?” Her voice was dripping with eager delight.

The fox smiled. “Just letting you know that the two enforcers you sent me arrived without a hitch.”

What the…

Da Vinci giggled happily. “They never suspected a thing, Mistress!”

“Well of course not. They’re just meatheads. They never considered that the first person I’d convert would be the woman in charge. But that’s why they’re in chains and I’m not. And now they get to experience the other gift you made for me.”

The brunette gasped. “I’m so jealous, Mistress! Maybe one day I could…?”

Koyanskaya chuckled. “Maybe one day, once you’ve proven yourself worthy. Now get back to work. You have a lot more Servants to betray!” She snapped her fingers and the screen shut off.

The knight of treachery glared. “You bitch!”

“Of course. You subverted our commander. I should have seen it coming.” Penthesilea sounded calm, but she was struggling with her restraints just as hard as Mordred. “I assure you, you will not get away with this.”

“Oh of course I will~ You just don’t realise you’ve already lost. But I am getting sick of so many people just strolling in the front door, so I think it’s time I got some security to guard the place. How about it, girls? Ready to join the wonderful Nine Fox Foundation?”

“Like hell!”

“Even if I was so inclined, I have a non-compete contract with another corporation.”

The fox rolled her eyes. “Okay, idiots, that was rhetorical. Not actually giving you a choice, don’t know why you’d think I was.”

She snapped her fingers again, and the machines that the Servants were strapped into came to life, moving and reconfiguring themselves. Before either enforcer could react, the metal devices slammed in on them, forming a cube-like shell around their bodies, tightly pressing in on everything below their necks.

“But you know, I don’t trust just anyone to guard me~ Brainwashing you like that painter slut in command just won’t do! So we’re going to have to make a few improvements to your spirit cores~” Koyan walked up and flicked Mordred’s nose. “I mean, your scrawny little body isn’t going to be impressing anyone.”

“You-!”

Slam!

“And naturally I have no interest in anything you have to say about it!” The fox giggled, yanking the helmet down over the blonde’s head and cutting off her furious retort. Then she spun over to Penth to gloat. “Same goes for you, cutie~”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!!!?!!”

Slam!

“Oh yeah, not dealing with that.” The pink haired vixen giggled, walking away as the machines activated. “I’ll just let you two cook. Take your time, perfection can’t be rushed!”

Inside said machines, both Servants were still struggling. But it was doing little good. They could both feel the cool metal and slick rubber squishing up against them, refusing to budge for all of their strength. But of course, one could expect no less from a Da Vinci creation.

It was hard to focus on all of that, though, because the instant the helmets had slid into place, the screens inside them had lit up with bright pink spirals, bright music playing in from headphones buried in their ears.

“It’s time for NFF BBrainwashing Channel!” A giggling voice spoke up as the spirals intensified. “You bad girls are going to learn all about how wonderful NFF is~”

“Like fuck I- Mmph!”

“-Going to rip you into-Huak!”

Mordred and Penth’s shouts were cut off as rubber tubes shoved themselves into their mouths, the helmets latching them in hard. A moment later and a sweet tasting fluid washed over their tongues, quickly forcing them to start swallowing.

Instantly, they both felt strange. A warm, slippery feeling radiated out of their stomachs, spreading quickly through their bodies, their minds growing soft and fuzzy as it reached their brains. Mordred couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling up slightly in her head, while Penth’s rage spluttered and flickered, the hero finding it hard to remember what she was angry about.

And all the while, the cheerful music played through their ears, and the spirals swirled before their eyes.

“Phase one complete! Looks like your spirits are all softened up – so let’s reshape them into a more perfect form!”

The machines wrapped around their bodies began to press and squeeze, a strange energy running through them like electricity. But in their sweet drunk haze, it didn’t hurt – it felt good. And it only felt better as their bodies began to give way under the pressure, allowing themselves to be moulded into something new…

The process only served to drive their minds deeper into an uncertain, pleasurable haze – and the voice was only too happy to pounce on that weakness.

“And while your bodies are being remade, let’s sort out those messy minds of yours too!”

The spirals intensified, the music blasting louder in their ears. Coupled with the sensations from their melting, melding bodies, it was overwhelming. Neither woman could hear themselves think through the onslaught.

‘Got to… resist… A knight can’t… fall to this…!’

‘How dare she call me… c…cute! I… I’ll destroy… I’ll… I was… a… warrior… a…’

And to make it worse, the screens had started showing more than just spirals now. Images were flashing past, lasting just long enough to burn themselves into the Servant’s minds before vanishing again. Images of Koyanskaya, in all of her glory, posing smugly before the camera in different ways. Menacing. Alluring. Domineering. Her face filled their heads, her glory pouring into their souls. Her voice was even starting to play through their headphones, seductively purring underneath the brain blasting music.

‘Koyanskaya is love. Koyanskaya is life~’

It was too much to resist, especially as the helmet began to shape and mold their faces as well…

‘I- I- I’mma… knight… K-knights… can’t… resist… Koyanskaya…’

‘K-Koyanskaya… c-cute… wonderful… perfect… I… I am… Koyanskaya…’

With a pair of moans, the enforcer Servants crumbled, their pitiful resistance falling apart completely as Koyanskaya filled their souls. Their bodies gave in eagerly, their smiles turning eager and bright as their eyes turned solid pink. The conversion was complete.

“Welcome to the winning team, girls!” The voice chirped as the machine let out a hiss of steam and began to wind down. “Now go show them all why NFF will always win~”

The metal shells slid open – revealing two very different Servants in the place of the pair that had been pulled into them. Or rather, two versions of the same Servant. On one side of the room, Koyanskaya grinned, flicking a little dust off the waist of her catsuit. On the other, Koyanskaya stared back at her with delight, stroking the edge of one of her new perfect fox ears, her fox tails dancing happily behind her.

Of Mordred and Penthesilea, there was no sign at all – at least, until one Koyan summoned Clarent to her hand and looked it over. “Oh, how interesting. I still have access to that brutish knight’s noble phantasm~”

The other Koyan tried it out for herself, summoning up Penthesilea’s trademark spiked ball and chain. “Inelegant weapons… But they might be useful.”

“Oh, I certainly hope so.” The original fox stepped back into the room with a smile. “I did want you to handle security, after all.”

Both new Koyans immediately snapped to attention, wide grins on their faces. “Of course!” One said. “I’d never let myself down~” Said the other.

“Perfect.” The original chuckled. “I’m so glad to welcome me on board. Now, come on – there’s plenty of work left to do~”

“Yes Boss!” The pair saluted – and then the floofy trio strode out, ready to conquer another enterprising day.

Chaldea was indeed a strange place. But fortunately, at last, there was a company that would bring everything into order, under the glorious banner of the NFF…