Servant Trap: Cleopatra + Nitocris (FGO Bimbo Fic) (Patreon)

Hey folks.

I've been trying to avoid this, but at this point I have to call it. My lungs are slowly improving, but they're not going to be better before the new month, and until I've recovered I just can't write at even a half way acceptable pace. The distraction of having to work for every breath and the omnipresent exhaustion is just too much. The best guidelines I've seen for recovering from this is about 8 weeks, and I'm roughly 5 in.

I'm sorry. I'm going to have to put December on pause to. I really hoped to avoid this - I was looking forward to doing your Christmas fics - but I'm not going to act as though I can do something I can't. My ability to write will return, it always does (this is a long gap, but I suppose that's to be expected of Covid), and I'm hopeful it'll return to me mid-way through next month (and I will write the crap out of stuff to welcome in the new year).

If I'm lucky I'll be able to write some stuff for you on the patreon Discord server come mid-December, so maybe we'll still be able to get some Christmas goodies in! I'll certainly hope for as much.

In the meantime, I'll continue to post stories up once per week. So, that said, please enjoy a new Servant Trap - involving a familiar face. Thank god for Swimsuit Servants, right?

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“Come on now, Pharaoh Nitocris! Stand tall! These simple citizens need to realise that they walk in the presence of greatness! I don’t wish for my beauty, grand as it is, to draw the gazes of awe that are rightfully yours! We should split the crowd, fifty fifty, or maybe sixty forty, considering your magnificent power. Please, you’ve no need to hide for my sake.”

“Aha… hah… No, no, Pharaoh Cleopatra, I, ah… That’s more than fine.” Nitocris’s blush would have been visible from space – had her face not been hidden under a large white sheet, along with the rest of her body. “Your beauty is attracting more than enough awe for the both of us. A-and really, it is surely our duty as Pharaohs to, ah… To acknowledge the gods! And provide worship for them. Which i-is why I’m dressed as the great Medjed, to remind these citizens of their place.”

This was clearly a blatant excuse from a woman who had found herself summoned in her swimsuit and had exactly negative interest in strutting about the strange city she’d arrived in without something to cover up. A pair of eyes and eyebrows hastily drawn on the front of the sheet in felt-tip marker did not change that.

However…

“Ah, of course.” Cleopatra accepted it without a moment’s doubt. “I apologise, oh great Pharaoh, for I have doubted your wisdom. I am humbled once more by your words.”

“Oh, um, n-no, that’s fine, it’s not a-“

“In recompense, I shall cease to hold back my beauty even slightly! All shall know that the divines walk amongst them, and will offer their worship to the great god you offer them!”

There was a certain earnestness to her fellow Pharaoh’s words, and Nitocris found herself blushing once again, though this time in shame. Ah, it wasn’t that she wanted to lie to her companion – it was just that… Well, a little creative twisting of the truth? A Pharaoh was supposed to be proud and bold, and she did her best, but… Some things were really beyond the pale.

In many ways, it would have been difficult to find two Pharaohs so different from each other. And yet, despite that fact, it was hard to deny that they were quite similar, too. The two both struggled under the mantle of their position – the responsibility they felt to their role, and the shame they felt over their perceived failures. Nitocris believed herself unworthy due to her short reign, a mere handful of days, that she had used to slay the corrupt court that had conspired against her family. Cleopatra believed herself unworthy because despite her long reign, when it ended, so to did the dynasty she was supposed to protect. In many senses, they were the complete opposite of one another – and yet, ultimately, they behaved in very similar ways.

Perhaps that was why the two of them had been summoned together, drawn into the mysterious city of Cockaigne at the same time. Neither of them really knew what to make of the eternal city of pleasures, nor were they sure why they had been summoned. So, for the moment, they had decided to stick together, exploring the strange industrial city streets until they found answers.

So far, though, they’d found precious few. The city was strange, but nothing too unusual for a singularity – at least, not as far as they could tell. There were a lot of people wandering around in black cloaks, and the sky was pink with smog, but that was about it for the most part (and Nitocris was the last person who could comment on the populations fashion choices right now). There were no fights, no guards screaming out that they shouldn’t be here, no random strangers begging them for help… Nothing weird at all.

Not until they rounded a corner and saw the billboard, at least. Then they both halted, frozen mid-stride, Cleo just with surprise, while Nito’s jaw dropped with utter mortification.

Ahead of them, displayed proudly across the billboard for all in the street to see, was a skimpily dressed Nitocris with a wide smile on her face and a bust that would have put Scheherazade to shame on her chest. The Pharaoh was presented wearing a bunny suit with cleavage cut so low that the V almost cut her leotard in two, with her thick thighs equally revealed, though that was harder to see since the picture was showing her from the front. It was an amazing difference from the woman currently hiding her body under a bedsheet.

Cleopatra was the first to speak. “Oh! Yes! It’s perfect! This is what I’ve talking about! Pharaoh Nitocris, I knew you had potential, but this display truly puts me to shame! Your beauty is the thing of legends, there is no room for doubt!”

Her reaction, completely ignoring to her companion’s discomfort, was enough to finally break the Nito at her side out of her silence. “I-I-I didn’t do that! That’s not me! Oh sweet Medjed, what is this? Who would do such a thing? How dare they! Why is my picture up there?!?”

Cleo, ever a bastion of encouragement – or, at the very least, apparently completely oblivious to her predecessor’s confidence issues in every way – peered up at the giant poster. “I believe you are advertising a magic show.”

“A what?!?”

“Indeed! Oh, this is perfect! I had no idea that two of the same Servant could be summoned like this, but surely there could be no one better for us to ask for information about this singularity than yourself, yes?” The green haired Pharaoh grinned, proud of her idea and eager to quickly seize upon it. “I bet she’s already well aware of what’s at work behind this place. I’d expect nothing less of a Pharaoh!”

Nitocris swallowed. Oh dear. Her fellow Pharaoh sounded confident, and she didn’t want to disappoint her – but would this really be a good idea? There was definitely something off about that poster – she absolutely did not have proportions like that. Was it just false advertising? For some reason she had a bad feeling about all this…

But even so, she couldn’t think of an actual objection to Cleopatra’s plan. “I… I guess…”

“Excellent! Then let us be away at once! Oh, I can’t wait to see her show~” The ‘younger’ Pharaoh skipped away with a very worrying statement, naturally expecting her partner to follow. But Nitocris remained behind for a moment, studying the billboard one last time, her shoulders slumping. “I thought I was the one who got stuck with the skimpy costume…”

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The directions on the poster soon led the pair of ancient Servants to the magic show venue – but it wasn’t what either of them had expected. To be fair, Nitocris hadn’t known what to expect, though she knew this was definitely not it. Cleo, though, ever thoroughly convinced of her predecessor Pharaoh’s grandeur, had been anticipating a glitzy, classy, high-end type of establishment, with red carpets and golden lights.

What they got instead was a dank looking bar with ratty curtains and sleaze plastered all over it. Dark purple veils masked every booth, hiding whatever elicit activities were going on within. The lights were dim, and the windows shaded. To put it succinctly, the place was kind of a dump.

“This can’t be right…” Cleopatra peered around; her brow furrowed. “No version of you would work in a place like this – unless there’s more to it than meets the eye? That must be it…”

Nitocris huddled her sheet around herself, looking at the bar uneasily. “Maybe we should just leave. I have a bad feeling about this place…”

But Cleo was already moving, striding straight up to the bar. “We are here to see Pharaoh Nitocris,” she announced loudly to the barman.

He blinked at her. “Pharaoh who? … Oh, you must mean Bunito! Mr M’s bunny assistant.” He nodded, cleaning a glass with a rag, as barmen of his ilk were wont to do. “Well, her show’s about to start. If you want to see her, that’s your best shot. Head down the hall – the show room’s in the back. First show’s free to first time visitors.”

Cleo nodded and immediately set out, brushing over the name change and striding down the corridor with the confidence of a woman who had ruled a nation – followed, hesitantly, by another woman who had ruled that same nation, but under much different circumstances. First time visitors? First and last time, if she had anything to say about it.

The show room was hardly any more impressive than the rest of the bar. The place just seemed dank and seedy at a conceptual level, and no amount of cleaning or fresh air would ever scrub the stain of sin from it. The floorspace was mostly given to round tables, with their seats aimed towards the curtained off stage area, ready for drinks, food, and heckling as the customers desired. The scent of booze hung heavy in the air. Yet, despite all this, there was still quite a decent crowd seated around the place – it would seem that this show was rather popular…

The curtain was just starting to rise on the stage as they entered, and the pair quickly found seats to watch from. A hush fell over the audience as a few scattered conversations fell silent, and a drumroll began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, heroes and villains, presenting for your pleasure, the Marvellous Mister M and his fabulous assistant, the Bountiful Bunito!”

There were cheers and whistles – especially as ‘Bunito’ was announced – and then a loud round of applause as the curtain lifted… to an empty stage. There was a pause as the cheers ran out – and then there was a great burst of purple smoke in the center of the set. A moment later, and a man in a dark cloak and a top hat was revealed, bowing to a renewed wave of applause.

But after a moment, the man looked around, appearing confused. It seemed something had gone wrong.

Cupping a hand to his mouth, he called out. “Ah, Bunito? Where are you? That was your cue.”

There was another, longer pause – and then, strutting out from the side of the stage, came…

Nitocris gasped, and Cleopatra’s eyes widened. ‘Bunito’ was a dazzling sight – her pictures didn’t do her justice – and she was obviously a different woman from the one hiding under a sheet. Her face had the same features, but there was a certain kind of confidence in her expression that the normal Nito never had – and a thick layer of vapidness glazed over everything that the normal Nito hoped she didn’t have. Her outfit, a purple bunny suit – a low cut bunny suit, purple ears, dark stocking and heels, and a set of a white collar and cuffs to bring it all together – gave the appearance of desperately straining to keep her jiggly curves in, just barely hiding her breasts and butt from the world. It was certainly a struggle, since both were clearly bigger than her head…

And they nearly bounced right out of her top when she giggled as she arrived next to the magician. “Oops! Sorry Master M. I was, like, distracted by my big bouncy titties! They almost popped right out of my top!”

‘Master M’ sighed theatrically. “Bunito, what have I told you? If your boobs are going to pop out of your top then let them! I’m sure our audience would love to see them.”

The bunnygirl bimbo’s eyes lit up. “Oh right! Sorry Master M! I’ll try to remember next time~”

Laughter rippled through the crowd, though at the back, the two Pharaohs were frowning. One with a serious blush on her face, while the other seemed more lost in thought…

But now the show was in full swing, with the magician now turning to the audience, his busty bunny at his side. “Well, now! For our first trick, ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to need a volunteer from the audi-”

“I will do it!” Cleopatra’s hand shot up, and a moment later she was on her feet, heading towards the stage.

“What are you doing?” Nito hissed, clutching the table through her sheet as she watched her companion march away.

Cleo just shrugged. “I wish to meet this other version of you up close and personal, so that I can determine if she really is you, or some kind of imposter. Worry not, I’m sure my beauty will allow me to handle whatever they want with ease. Ah, sometimes it really is a curse…”

“But-!” It was too late – the green haired Pharaoh was already gone, leaving Nitocris to watch from afar.

On the stage, Mister M was already stuttering. “Uh, w-well, normally I’m the one who picks the… Oh, you’re already up here, okay. Well, give our lovely new assistant a hand, folks!”

There was another wave of whistles and cheers, Cleopatra standing boldly in the middle of the stage, accepting their praise. Such was the duty of the Pharaoh, after all. But really, her interest was in the bunnygirl cheering along with the crowd. She’d need to find a way to talk with her. Hopefully this act would give her the chance.

“Alright, alright, let me explain what I need you to do. Bunito, if you could fetch The Cage for us?”

The Pharaoh paused, glancing at the supposed magician with a raised eyebrow. “A cage? I hope you don’t expect put me in it.”

“Uh.” The man rubbed the back of his neck as his assistant skipped off backstage. “I mean, it’s perfectly safe…”

“Not happening,” she stated flatly, flicking her hair with a tilt of her head.

“B-but…!”

“I found iiit!” The busty bunnygirl returned to the stage, pushing along a large wooden cage on little wheels, about the size of a small truck. The bars were relatively wide, allowing the audience to see within – to the pink slithering, sliding, scaley contents within.

“Snakes?” Cleo tried not to look too nervous. She liked snakes. She had a snake for her Noble Phantasm. But she had a bit of a history with them, none the less, and she was starting to wonder just what kind of trick this was supposed to be.

“Oh not just any kind of snake!” The Magician waggled a finger. “These are Obmib Cobras! A dangerous mythical beast that possesses one of the most potent magical venoms on the planet. One bite has been known to turn a genius’s brains to mush, or to inflate a woman’s body into strange and interesting proportions… Who knows what twenty would do to someone…”

“…” The Pharaoh took a small step away from the cage, and the pink slitherers within.

But Mister M wasn’t done. “And not just that,” he said, gesturing to that very same cage. “This is the mystical shrinking cage of containment, used by the magical charmers of eld to restrain the mightiest beasts. Once opened, it slowly starts to collapse in on itself, until everything within is sealed within a small box, trapped for all eternity – or until someone lets it out again, anyway.” He knocked against one of the bars proudly, then snapped his hand back as a snake bit at it.

“…”

Mistaking her silence for awe, the magician pressed on. “The trick is a simple one! The volunteer is slowly lowered into the cage, while I, the magical mystic, guide them to-”

“Nope.”

“Huh?” He blinked, turning to the Pharaoh.

“No, I will certainly not be doing that.” Cleo smiled politely. “But have no fear – why don’t we swap roles? You can be put in the cage, and I’ll watch from over here.”

Despite his dark cloak, the man seemed to turn pale. “Ah… B-but, well but that… I mean, for the trick, I need to be…”

“It doesn’t seem so complex,” The green haired woman nodded, circling around him and giving him a shove towards the cage. “If I was understanding this correctly, you simply have to escape those chains and get free of the cage before it snaps shut, yes?”

“W-well, yes, but ideally it should be you-”

“Enough said!” She clapped her hands loudly, before flashing a smile at the bunny assistant. “Miss Bunito, if you could chain up our marvellous magician here? Let’s get this trick rolling!”

“Okie doakie!” The bunny Pharaoh was all too happy to do as she was asked, grabbing Mr M by the arms and hauling him over to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. Captivated by the raw authority of one of the most famous queens in history, she didn’t even seem to notice the magician’s protests as she wrapped him up and snapped the padlocks shut around him. “All good here, boss!”

“Excellent.” Cleo whistled, and then grinned as the chains lurched, lifting the magician up into the air over his own cage. “Now, why don’t you show us your big magic trick, ‘Mister M’, and I’ll have a quiet word with your assistant!”

The round of applause that got from the audience certainly indicated that they were enjoying the direction the show had taken. The man in the top hat didn’t seem to happy about it, but his opinion was quite irrelevant at this point. Cleopatra smirked as she crossed over the stage, stopping next to ‘Bunito’. Now, she’d get her answers.

“So,” she said, folding her arms as she inspected the bunny girl up close. She was, if anything, even bustier from this angle. “Who are you, exactly?”

Normally she would have been more polite to a fellow Pharaoh, but… It was impossible for her to believe that a giggling jiggling girl like this could possibly be a real version of Nitocris. They had to be some kind of imposter – they just had to be.

And it seemed like her passionate denial was going to get confirmed, because instead of declaring herself and her lineage proudly, the ditzy busty babe giggled, and said, “I’m the bestest bimbo bunny assistant in all of Cockaigne!”

Yep. Cleo nodded to herself. There was absolutely no way this woman was any version of her beloved and respected predecessor. Which just left the question of why they looked so similar. Imitation, perhaps? Or false advertising? Understandable in a way, but still a dreadful insult to the legacy of the Pharaoh… She’d need to judge the severity of the crime before she meted out punishment.

“So why do you look like that?”

“Master M says it’s for fanservice!”

“Of… course.” The Pharaoh sighed, glancing at ‘Mister M’. The man was currently shaking about in his chains so much that she was concerned he really would fall in. Of course if he did it was his own fault. Oh well. Clearly, trying to get a coherent answer out of this woman was clearly a waste of time. Maybe if she tried another angle. “And what is it you do around here?”

That got the bunny girl thinking. Well. ‘Thinking’. She put a finger to her lips, pondering deep thoughts. “Oh, I know! I help with all the magic tricks!”

“Really?” That got an amused smirk. “I assumed you just stood around looking pretty.”

“Nope nope!” Bunito shook her head, which got the rest of her body shaking as well. “I help too! In fact… Oh right! There was something I was supposed to do for this trick, too!”

Cleo blinked. “There was?”

This seemed like a simple enough trick. The magician just had to perform a little escapology before he was lowered completely into the cage – which, actually, now that she looked, he may have been to slow about. He was practically inside the box already, and the snakes were looking at him very curiously as he tried to hold still. What could this… bimbo possibly add?

But the busty bunny nodded proudly. “Yeah! I’m supposed to… Ummmm… Oh! Here, have this.” She grabbed a curtain rail from just off stage and held it over Cleopatra’s head.

The green haired woman looked up in surprise as the curtain dropped down in front of her, obscuring her from the audience. “Wha-?”

Bunito giggled. “One, two, three, Alakaziddle! … Or something. I think…”

She pondered for a moment, getting distracted – and then she dropped the curtain completely, and behind it…

“Tah-da!” Mister M struck a dynamic pose, presenting himself to the audience, who gasped and clapped in surprise.

The bunny girl clapped excitedly. “Did I do the trick right Master?”

“You certainly did!” He nodded – and then folded his arms. “Though you certainly left it a while. I was worried I was actually going to end up in that cage…”

A wave of laughter rippled through the room. But out in the back, the be-sheeted Nitocris frowned. If Mister M was in Cleo’s place, then where was…? Her eyes flicked to the chains over the cage.

“Wait, how did I-?” There was Cleopatra, wrapped up in chains. She was struggling, but even her enhanced strength as a Servant wasn’t enough to break free. “Let me go! I demand you release me this instant!”

“Well…” The magician flashed a grin at the audience. “If you insist!”

Cleo blinked, and then looked down at the cage full of snakes. “Uh, w-wait a second…”

But Mister M raised a hand, snapping his fingers – and the instant he did, all of the locks around Cleo clicked open, the chains unravelling like a severed knot. The green haired Pharaoh tried to grab hold of something, to climb away from the peril, but everything slipped through her fingers – and she fell.

“Eep-!”

Snap!

The cage slammed inwards, shrinking at incredible speed around the unfortunate Servant, obscuring her and the snakes from view once more. Before Nitocris’s horrified eyes, the entire structure seemed to warp and morph, collapsing in on itself, until the only thing left on the stage…

Was a small wicker basket.

There was another round of applause for a trick well done as the basket shook and rocked for a moment, then went still. But before Mister M could bask in it, the ground started to rumble. The pair on stage tried to steady their feet – Bunito getting another cheer as her curves jiggled – and quickly found themselves face to sheet with a very angry looking Medjed woman bearing down on them.

“What did you do with her?” A furious Nitocris roared as she charged up onto the stage – all of her nerves and self confidence issues banished when a friend was in trouble. “Bring her back right now!”

You could hear the magician gulp from the audience. “Ah, no no, it’s all good. D-don’t worry, I’m sure she’s okay. The mystical shrinking cage of containment is perfectly safe! We just have to open it up again to get her out. She’ll be fine! … As long as the snakes don’t bite too much…”

The Medjed stomped her foot, the stage cracking under her heel. “Then open it already!”

“Of course, of course!” He waved his hands desperately to calm her down. “Bunito, if you would?”

“Oh sure!” The bimbo bunny nodded, and then yanked down her top.

“No, put those away!” A chorus of boos emerged from the audience pit. “Those are for later. I meant the flute!”

“Oooohhh.” The bun nodded, pulling her top back up – and then reaching into her cleavage for a moment before pulling out a long silver instrument.

Nitocris blinked, suspicious and confused. “A flute? Why do you need a flute?”

The magician nodded frantically as his assistant put the silver tube to her lips. “Yes, a flute! You see, the charmers to which the cage once belonged enchanted their creation so that it could only be opened by the sound of a musical instrument being played by charming woman. Alas, I cannot open it myself, but my assistant is more than capable!” He grinned, looking to his side – and then frowning as he saw that said assistant was currently blowing into the wrong end. “… When she can remember how to play, anyway…”

The Pharaoh had no patience for this double act. “Oh by the gods – give me that!”

She snatched the flute from her double’s surprised hands, before marching over to the basket. Ripping off her sheet – drawing gasps and more whistles from the crowd as she unveiled her swimsuited form – she put the lip plate to her mouth and began to play.

It wasn’t an instrument that she was all that familiar with, but being a Servant came with some cool perks, and her fingers moved like she’d been taking classes for years. Soon, a sweet, haunting melody swept over the theatre, and even the rowdiest audience members grew hushed as they listened. A serenade that spoke of desert winds and the light of the moon on the sands… A moment of lull and calm in a city that never slept.

But such a moment was not to last. With each note, slowly, the basket began to rock. With every beat, the basket began to expand. The longer she played, the bigger it grew, and the more it started to shake. Until, at last, just as the tune reached a crescendo, the lid slid back, revealing a dark space within.

It hadn’t grown to the size of the cage that it had been - the opening was now just wide enough for a person to slip through. And to Nitocris’s delight, a green head of hair soon started to rise from within. But then her tune stopped, the Pharaoh’s jaw dropping, as she saw what else was emerging from the basket…

It was Cleopatra, there could be no doubt of that. But she wasn’t the same woman as she had been before she’d fallen into the snake pit. For one thing, that Cleopatra hadn’t had pink slitted eyes, and what looked to be a forked tongue that darted between her lips with a quiet hissing sound every so often. And her bust had definitely been smaller. Sure, she’d never been lacking in that department, but now each of her breasts seemed to be larger than her head – larger even than Bunito’s chest, in fact. And these ones weren’t covered, save by a smattering of clear scales around her shoulders.

Her ass might have gone through the same change, but that was hard to properly judge, because below her waist her human form gave up entirely, replaced by a long, slick tail that was completely covered in pink scales. In fact, pink scales were very common on her new body, stretching up her back and down her arms, even a couple decorating her cheeks and belly.

The physical transformation was incredible, but even more different was the look in her eyes. There was no sign of the dignified, cunning Pharaoh that Nitocris knew there. Instead, what she saw behind those pink, slitted irises was… hunger. Bubbly, ditzy hunger.

“Oh,” the scaled woman giggled. “I thought heard sssuch a nice melody. I had to come and lisssten to it, but now that I’m here, the melody’s gone…”

“Ph… Pharaoh Cleopatra…?” Nitocris’s eyes were wide, seeing such a transformation take her friend.

But perhaps she shouldn’t have spoken, because now the snake woman’s gaze focused on her. “Ah, but what’s thisss? Did someone get me a cute little rabbit as a treat? Ah, how deliciousss~”

“Uh. Uh!” The Pharaoh backed up a step, swallowing, only to trip on her sheet and land on her ass. “Th-they’re actually j-jackal ears…!”

Cleo smiled and slid forward, her long body stretching from the basket. With ease, she loomed over the stuttering Nitocris, staring down at her prey. “I didn’t asssk, dear. But my my, aren’t you adorable?” She drew closer, circling around the Pharaoh and leaving her tail hugging around the woman’s back. “Were you the one playing sssuch beautiful musssic?”

“W-well, I…” The purple haired ruler squirmed a little, uncomfortable at being surrounded like this, but she couldn’t see a polite way of excusing herself. “I don’t know if I’d call it beautiful…”

The snake woman grinned. “Then you shall make a wonderful tribute to my beauty~” She circled around her former friend again, and now Nitocris found herself wrapped in thick, strong coils, pinning her arms to her sides and preventing her from struggling.

“Wuh… Wait, wait a second, I-” But before the Pharaoh could protest, a pink nailed finger was pressed against her lips as Cleo pressed in close, their faces practically touching.

“Now now, little rabbit,” she hissed, her voice soft and gentle. “Don’t fusss so much. Jussst look me in the eye. Don’t you trussst me?”

Look her in the eye? Well, there was nowhere else to look. But as Nito did as she was bade, she thought she saw something strange. A thin band of colour, a pink so deep it was almost red, rippling out from Cleopatra’s irises, swirling out through her eyes before vanishing

“I… I…” She swallowed, oblivious to an identical band of colour rolling through her own eyes.

“You’ll be sssafe with me.” Cleo giggled, wrapping her arms around her prey, cupping the back of her head and keeping her gaze steady, even as her tail continued to coil around her. “Perfectly sssafe.”

“P… Puh… Perfectly… sssafe…” Nitocris repeated, watching another band of colour swirl through the snake woman’s eyes. It softer pink this time, and went faster than before. And once again, a similar band washed through her own eyes as well.

“Trusssst me…” A last colour circled through the snake’s eyes, a deep, relaxing purple, followed by swift bands of the other two.

“Trussst… you…” The three colours swirled through Nito’s eyes too, her eyelids fluttering, though she couldn’t break the locked gaze. It was hard to even think of the idea. It was hard to think of anything at all…

“I’ll keep you warm and happy asss my pet~” By now the coils were all around the Pharaoh’s body, wrapping her up warm and snug in a slithering cocoon.

“Your… Your… pet-ulp!” The colours intensified, blasting straight into Nitocris’s eyes, and through them into her brain, just as the pink coils squeezed in tight – and any resistance she had left popped like a balloon.

Tink!

The flute fell from her limp hands, rolling across the stage floor, completely forgotten as Nito’s lips stretched into a fixed smile, her eyes now permanently filled with swirling, spiralling colours. Her mind had gone completely quiet.

Cleopatra giggled again. “There, isn’t that so much better, now that that sssilly little mind of yours has fallen sssilent?”

Nito didn’t answer, her smile still blank, her eyes colourful and vacant – but that was fine. The snake woman reached out and cupped the back of her head again, nodding it up and down.

“I think so too. Now let’s make sssure it ssstays that way~” She slipped around behind her entranced prey, her coils shifting so that the woman’s neck was bared. Her mouth opened, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, both dripping with a glowing pink venom. “Now hold ssstill. This won’t sssting much~”

Then she leaned down, and gently nibbled against Nito’s neck.

“Oooohhhh~” Even mindless, the Pharaoh moaned as the pleasant venom pumped through her body, far more potent than any mere snake’s. And thus, its effects were even more pronounced. Her breasts swelled out into her own soft, round pyramids, shredding her swimsuit and squeezing through a gap in Cleo’s coils. They were bigger even than the corrupted snake woman’s, twice the size of her head. Her ass followed suit, bubbling out so big that it looked like she was sitting in her fellow Pharaoh’s grip, rather than being ensnared by it.

And her mind?

“Ahn!” Her mind lasted all of a second before dissolving in a rush of pink acid and flowing down through her body, splattering against Cleo’s coils as nothing more than a pink dripping stain, her thoughts running down the inside of Nito’s thick thighs as she came. There would never be another thought running through her hollow little head.

“There we go. What a lovely pretty pet bimbo you make, my dear rabbit.” Cleo giggled, her coils squeezing these luscious new curves. Then she grinned, peering into the audience. “Now I wonder, how many more tributes can I find in this delicious den of sssin…?”

The crowd shifted nervously, uncomfortable with the sudden increase in interactivity that this show had taken. But before the smirking snake woman could make good on her scheme, a new sound filled the air. The sound of a flute, playing a soft, gentle lullaby.

“Ooooh…” Cleo sighed, her eyes fluttering as they began to spiral with colours once again – though these ones seemed to be directed inwards. “What a… lovely… sssong… Makes me feel… so… sssleepy…” She found herself yawning. “Perhapsss… it is time for… a sssmall nap…”

She shrank back towards her basket, slowly crawling back inside – her coils still carrying Nitocris with them. Cleo’s head was the first to vanish back into the darkness, her eyes steadily sliding closed – and then she was followed by her new pet. The last thing the audience got to see was a busty, brainless bimbo bunny being pulled into the basket, head first. Her tits just barely squeezed inside, and her booty got stuck for a moment, her legs kicking mindlessly in the air behind her – before one last yank pulled her inside, and the lid slid closed once again.

Only then, did the original busty bunny girl finally lower the flute from her lips. “How was that, Master M?”

“Perfect, my dear,” the magician chuckled. “We’ll make a real snake charmer out of you yet. I think these two will make for a marvellous addition to our show! But speaking of, that’s all from us tonight, everyone!” He bowed for the crowds. “You’ve been a wonderful audience – and for those interested, of course our new bimbo basket will be available to rent from the front desk, just like my lovely Ass-istant!”

He finished off with a hearty smack against Bunito’s buns, drawing a pleased giggle from the bimbo and a question. “Do I get my tits out now, Master?”

Mister M faced the audience. “What do you say, folks?”

The resounding yes from the crowd almost bounced the bimbo’s boobs out there and then.

And so the show went on – now with a few extra members. With one performance, they’d doubled the amount of bunnies they had on hand, and gained a fantastic new death defying act to put on. Cleo the bimbo naga would prove to be a very popular attraction over the coming weeks – a dangerous predator at first, but play the right tune and she’d soon turn soft and obedient, and she could retract her fangs if you wanted to put her mouth to a better use. And Bunitwo would soon amas her own following, usually with her ‘sister’ for a lovely bimbo twin act.

Yes, the two Pharaohs had quickly found their place in Cockaigne. Even better, their various confidence issues were now a thing of the past. Neither remembered their supposed failures, or their lives of woe. Now they were just simple stage sluts, and they couldn’t be happier.

Another pair of satisfied additions to the citizenry of the eternal city of pleasure – and another pair of heroes, lost to human history.