January Shorts (Patreon)

Hey there folks!

Right - Let's go! I hope these shorts are fun reads. Took me a bit to get rid of the rust, but it was fun to be doing these again! Please enjoy:

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Request: For the last installment (for now) in the Chihiro's Harem series, he decides that Hiyoko should be his next member. Upon seeing that Hiyoko had grown really close to Mahiru, decides that she'd be the perfect one to join. Thanks to one of Mahiru's photographs, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer becomes the Ultimate Bimbo Poledancer.

Hiyoko Saionji was having a strange day, and she couldn’t put her finger on why. It was something to do with her best friend, she was sure of that. Just, something had been off about her behaviour these last few days…

“Oooh, look at this outfit!” Mahiru squealed, pulling a bikini that could have been mistaken for pink dental floss off the rack. “Do you think Master will like me in it?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” The tall blonde shook her head, blanking on what her friend was saying as she tried to work out why she felt weird.

The two of them were out at the mall this morning – obviously, since it was near Hope’s Peak, it was pretty expensive place… And even more obviously, since they were both Ultimates, they got big discounts here. That was just how the system worked in these places – Hiyoko had never really thought hard on that fact, nor did she intend to now.

It wasn’t Mahiru’s sudden growth spurt, even if it had all been concentrated in the redhead’s chest and ass, and Hiyoko totally wasn’t jealous, thanks, those kinds of knockers would make it really difficult to do her style of dancing so shut the hell up… Nah, that seemed normal enough to her. She herself had practically doubled in size half way through her first year at Hope’s Peak, so, no, that kind of thing just happened, as far as she was concerned.

“Ehe, what do you think? Do these make my butt look big enough?” The redhead had found a pair of red shorts that she was hugging to her backside, shaking her hips in Hiyoko’s direction. The blonde had to admit, they definitely gave her a booty.

No no, the problem was her attitude. There was something different about it. Mahiru had always had a warm, older-sister kind of aura- Ngh…

Huh? What had she just been thinking? Oh right. Yeah, Mahiru had always been kind of a giggly horny ditz, sure, but something still seemed different about her right now.

But Hiyoko just couldn’t work out what! Every time she tried, her thoughts got all twisted and fuzzy until she found herself going in circles. Honestly, it was giving her a headache. Actually, she was getting quite a lot of those these days, like whenever the school broadcast system did their morning announcements. Those speakers had gotten so staticky lately…

“Awh, you’re so grumpy today, Yoyo. Are you okay?” The redhead suddenly reached out and grabbed her friend, pulling her into a hug. And somehow, despite the blonde being the taller of the two these days, she managed to yank her face straight into her bra-bursting bosom. “You’re totally distracted! Let Mahiru’s mama’s kiss it better~”

Nn… Mahiru always gave the best hugs… Hiyoko couldn’t resist, sighing into her friend’s chest – and then struggling a bit to breathe. Had she always been this big? Nn… Right, yes, she had, hadn’t she…

“I know what’ll cheer you up!” The redhead pet the taller girl’s head. “Let’s, like, go do a photo session! Show off your killer dance moves!”

“Mnn, I dunno…” The blonde pouted, uncertain. It did sound tempting – she loved showing off, and Mahiru was an amazing photographer who never failed to capture her best side when they did a photo shoot. But this feeling of wrongness was so pervasive, it was really putting her on edge. And when Hiyoko Saionji was on edge, she usually vented by yelling at people or bullying Mikan, not with wholesome activities!

“Awh, come on. It’ll be totally fun!” The hug intensified, and Hiyoko’s resistance crumbled. She couldn’t resist such warm, freely given affection.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But I get to pick the dance. I’m not doing anything too difficult. Simple and clean today.”

“Totally~” Mahiru giggled, stroking a finger along the pink camera around her neck. “You can do whateeevver you want! I’ll just take a few pictures while you do it~”

For a moment, the blonde peered up at her suspiciously. There was something almost sinister about the way her friend had said that. But… No, that couldn’t be. This was Mahiru. There was no way.

Brr, she was just being paranoid today. Yeah, a few dances were just what she needed. She’d feel better after she’d gotten out of her head a bit…

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Finding a studio to use was never going to be a problem – Hope’s Peak always provided whatever facilities their Ultimate students needed. Still, Hiyoko was surprised at how easy it was. Normally there was at least a wait time as one of the rooms was allocated, but this time one was already waiting for them, as if it had been prebooked. Which was silly, of course…

Well, whatever the reason, they were quickly ushered into a studio. It was a nice one, though the stage at the back was weird – it had a silver pole in the middle stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Kind of awkward, but she could work around it. At least there was a decent selection of traditional outfits fitting for the Ultimate Traditional Dancer provided.

Naturally, she chose a nice, sweeping embroidered kimono – sure, she was always wearing one, but sometimes it felt nice to get fancy. Of course it was a fairly conservative costume, but that was her style! She wasn’t one of those modern trashy dancers bouncing their butt around for everyone to see, no sir. Modern dance had its place (well, most of it), but she practiced her family tradition, and that was what she was good at.

She was surprised to notice that Mahiru wasn’t bringing much in the way of photography equipment, though. “You’re only using your normal camera this time?” Sure, her friend usually kept things simple, but normally she broke out the lighting rigs and the tripods for an actual shoot.

The redhead just shook her head though. “Nah. This time I’m gunna, like, try something new out~”

“Really?” Hiyoko blinked. “Like what?”

“You’ll see~” Mahiru winked, and left it there. Hm. Well, whatever. It wasn’t like it mattered to her.

“Okay then!” Hiyoko stepped up on the studio stage, hands proud on her hips. “If you want a dance, then I’ve got a dance.” She flicked her wrists, and then suddenly she was holding her two fans fully extended, out by the sides of her face like an elegant frame. “I call this one Flowing River – watch, and be amazed~”

The dancer grinned, taking a breath, and began. She took a single step-

FLASH

-And then everything turned pink.

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Techno music pounded through the club, busty, shadowy figures slamming to the beat all around the dance floor. Camera light flashed through the smoky air, neon pink and black spirals spun on every wall. And in the middle of it all, a confused blonde woman in a traditional golden kimono looked around in confusion.

“What the hell…?” She whispered, finding herself penned in by busty booty dancers. “Where am I…? How did I…?”

Ngh, she couldn’t remember. The fuzziness in her head was feeling thicker than ever.

“Alright bitches, get ready for this!” A voice boomed out through the club, echoing from every speaker. It was loud and thrummed through the crowd – and to Hiyoko’s ear, it almost sounded… familiar? Weird, why was she suddenly thinking of that chick who was always hanging out in the computer lab? “It’s time for the Dumb Down Grove with DJ Brain Frier – Bringing you the best brain blasting beats to bounce those boobs too this side of the brothel!”

Wha… What?!?

Hiyoko was a traditional girl with a traditional view of the world. She’d been raised by a strict, conservative family for that very purpose, and though she did her best to break away from that line of thinking, it had still dominated most of her life up until she came to Hope’s Peak. So this…

This was scandalous!

She needed to get out of her. Gritting her teeth, the blonde shoved her way through the curvy crowds, sliding her much slimmer dancer’s frame through a maze of boobs and butts that swayed to the music’s rhythm. But no matter how far she went or which way she squeezed, she couldn’t find the way out. Where the hell was the exit?!

Then she tripped.

She fell face first into a shadowy bust, the massive mammaries cushioning her fall perfectly. Suddenly they were all around her, closing in from all sides, squishing her in without escape. She was practically drowning in boobs! “H-hey, what gives?!” So soft, and so completely unfair!

“Awh c’mon Yoyo! Don’t you wanna dance with us?” A familiar voice called, and she looked up to see a familiar mop of red hair on top of the shadowy figure she’d fallen into.

The beat intensified.

“N-no, no!” She pushed away from the shadow-Mahiru, tried to open up some space, but she was utterly surrounded by a sea of bouncing boobs. “This isn’t my dance! I don’t- I…”

Jiggle… Jiggle…

Confusion and jealousy bubbled up within her as she spun around, searching for a way out. So many years spent as the class shrimp had left her with a bit of a grudge, and having all these megatits literally shoved in her face was igniting that old inferiority complex. Sure, she was a full grown woman now, but she’d never have curves like these! They were impossible to look away from – there were so many, and they were all so… big…

“Oh no?” The DJ’s voice boomed through her disoriented mind. “Why not give it a try?”

“H-huh…?” Hiyoko licked her lips nervously, trying to look around for the source of the voice, but all she could see were boobs. “What…?”

“Just stare at them tits, and let everything else melt away!”

M-melt…? Around her, every shadowy figure placed their hands on their hips and leaned forward, shimmying and jiggling their breasts in the blonde’s face. Her head spun, and she found her hands creeping towards her own hips…

“Everyone do the Boob Brain Drain Boogie!”

“Boob… brain…?”

“You can do it,” The voice cut through her confusion. “You know how to dance, don’t you?”

Dance? Of course she knew how to dance! Pride erupted in her heart as her hands slapped down on her hips, her chest thrust out proudly. She’d show all these sluts she was the best dancer around!

The beat thrummed through the room now, so heavy and loud that she couldn’t even hear her own thoughts through it. But that was fine – she didn’t need to think to dance. She just had to let the music flow through her, and move her body with the beat. Even as the world jiggled around her, she show them all how a real Ultimate Dancer partied!

“Let the music move you, dance those brains of yours away
Who cares if you’re smart, your body’s now art, and you’ll make a fantastic lay!”

A smile spread over Hiyoko’s face as she found her grove, shimmying and bouncing with the best of them. Yes – Yes! She was doing it! She was showing all these bimbos who the real- Oooohhh…

Pink spirals reflected in her eyes as they crossed, her lips curling into a confused pout as she felt a strange sloshy sensation in her head, and then a trembling tightness in her chest. It was almost like something was slipping, sliding down…

“Plump ‘em up!”

Jiggle!

Boing!

Her top grew tighter…

“Suck them down!”

Jiggle!

Boing!

The haze in her head grew thicker…

“Those tits are known all over town!”

Jiggle!

Boing!

“Ah!” Hiyoko gasped as her top finally ripped completely open, the tie on her kimono coming undone as her tits burst free, a surge of pleasure blasting through her brain as her girls were finally free. The sensation was more intense than any she’d ever felt before, leaving her eyes rolled up in her head for a moment, and leaving her oblivious to how much emptier said head felt in its wake.

But why did she need to care about any of that? She’d done it. She’d proven she was the absolute best dancer here. Warm pride filled her inflated chest – her reward, a ditzy smile on her face, and the biggest boobs in the club…

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“Ohhh, looking great, Yoyo!”

Huh? Hiyoko blinked and looked around, shaking her head. She was back in the studio. What… What had she been doing? Oh... Oh right. Weird, she felt like she’d been, like, a bajillion miles away or something for a sec there…

“Oh, um…” The blonde tried to straighten her kimono. It was so tight around her chest! That was the problem with having such big boobs – it made it so hard to dance sometimes. Well, except for the really fun dances~

But she wasn’t doing one of those for Mahiru. No no, she wasn’t, like, a slut or anything. She may have been one of the bustiest blondes in the Academy (She was pretty sure she was even bigger than Junko, ha!), and maybe she was a bit of a distractable ditz, but she still had standards!

“A-as I was saying,” she said, still a touch disorientated, “I, uh… I call this one Bubbling Brook!” She winked for her audience. “It’s got a bit of bounce to it, so watch and-!”

FLASH

- And she was back in the club, pink light afterimages swirling in her eyes. What- Where…?

Hiyoko’s ditzified brain wasn’t coping with the confusion any better than before – in fact, her wits had already been blunted to the point where she barely noticed anything was going on. What she noticed instead was that all the shadow dancers had changed positions. Now, instead of thrusting their chests in her face, they were wiggling their behinds – twerking all around her.

“Surely the Ultimate Dancer can keep up with this!”That familiar DJ voice cried out. “Everyone knows the best dancers have the best booties!”

“Oh yeah?” This time there was no hesitation or second thoughts – Hiyoko had been challenged, and she was all in. Immediately she spread her knees and sank down, sticking out her ass just like all the other dancers. “I’ll show you who the best dancer is!”

The thrumming beat pulsed between her ears, taking control, and soon she was bouncing her behind with the best of them. There was something else though. A feeling of delight, of pleasure, that built and built the more she gave control over to the music – to the dance. A feeling of freedom, as everything holding her back in her mind melted away – along with everything else.

“Smack those cheeks!”

Shake!

“Ooohhhh~” She couldn’t help but moan as she felt her ass starting to inflate, the already loose knot on her kimono snapping like broken wire. It felt so good as she shook it around, giving the crowd a chance to see every curve.

“Squeeze those thighs!”

Bop!

It felt like she was squeezing her brain between her cheeks, wringing out every drop of smarts left in her and soaking them up like a swelling sponge. All around her booties were bopping, and hers was the biggest booty of them all.

“Shake that ass until sunrise!”

Twerk!

The blonde moaned as her kimono fell away completely, leaving her naked – and revealing just how large her ass had become. She could still squeeze through a doorway with a bit of work, but a hip-check from her on the dancefloor was going to take out any competition completely.

“Maybe you do have what it takes after all…”The DJ finally admitted, appearing from the crowd – a shadowy but familiar figure in a really cute dress.

“M-Masssterrr…” The blonde drooled, pink spirals swirling endlessly in her eyes, drool dripping down her chin, still dancing, shaking her ass and jiggling her tits to a rhythm only she could hear. Yes, she was truly the greatest dancer in the club, with tits like melons and an ass like a giant peach – and a head hollow as a coconut…

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“Ooohhh…” Hiyoko blinked slowly, the studio coming back into view as the pink flash faded from her eyes. What had she been doing? She remembered coming into this studio, and then… Oh!

Her hazy attempts at recollection were immediately banished when she tried to reach up to put a finger to her lips, and instead bumped into her boobs. The rush of delight that fizzled through her brain from just a touch was more than enough to derail any clumsy attempts at thought, shoving them aside and replacing everything in her gummed up head with a simple directive: Pleasure.

Her hands shot up to her chest and began to grope, the bimbofied blonde moaning and giggling up on stage as she put on an unknowing show, juices already starting to drip down the inside of her thickened thighs. Everything else was forgotten – only this existed now.

Mahiru grinned, delighted to see her friend enjoying herself, and pulled out her phone, hitting a number on speed dial.

“Everything went exactly like you said, Master!” The redhead cheered as the other end picked up. “She’s like, totally super hot now. You’re gunna love her~ … Oh, you were watching on the security cameras?” She blinked, looking around, before spotting a camera up on the ceiling and blowing it a kiss. “Ohh, did you like the show? … Hehee, Master, you’re so sweet. Don’t worry, I’ll bring her right to you so you can, like, enjoy her properly – after we give you a lil’ show~”

She giggled, putting the phone away and pulling out a remote control. With the press of a button, the studio – specially designed and programmed by the Ultimate Programmer himself – transformed itself. The lighting switched from normal white to bimbo pink. More cameras popped out of the walls and ceiling to record everything that happened within. Music began to play – sexy jazz with just a hint of heavy base. And a bed popped out of the floor at the back – but that’d be for later.

Yes, this room was a special gift Chihiro had made for the Ultimate Porn Star, and she was going to use every inch of it to teach her friend how to be the best bimbo she could be~ And to mark the occasion, she took another picture!

This one didn’t use the special bimbofying flash for her camera, since it was just for her personal collection. Well, it wasn’t supposed to, but Mahiru was a bimbo and accidentally used it anyway, getting a please moan from Hiyoko and a little boost for her curves, while shrinking her brain just that extra bit more. Oh well! The redhead shrugged and called out.

“Hey Yoyo! Weren’t you gunna show me your dance?”

The words penetrated straight through the thick haze that had swallowed Hiyoko’s mind, and she blinked, momentarily pausing in her self pleasure. Dance…?

Oh yeah! The blonde’s face lit up with a bright, ditzy smile. She was, like, the Ultimate, uh… Dance thingy… She loved to dance!

Right. She put her hands on her hips - giggling slightly as that sent a trembling shockwave through her ass – and preened for her audience. “Okay, Hiru~ Like, I call this one Dripping Snatch~”

And she went right into it, spinning herself around the silver pole that she’d been ignoring on the stage behind her. Instantly, she proved that her new curves hadn’t drained a drop of her grace or beauty, even if they’d swallowed up everything else. No, her spins and twirls were a thing of incredible beauty – even before you noticed she was completely naked, her kimono in tatters on the floor. Sure, a stripper like her wasn’t supposed to start by giving out the goods, but her talent was more than enough to make up for it. Mahiru could feel herself getting wet just by watching the first few movements.

Then, as the blonde spun over, kicking her legs out in a perfect split over her head, it finally came back to her. Yeah, she was the Ultimate Bimbo Poledancer! Gawd, how could she forget that? She was such a dummy~

It wasn’t long before someone joined her up on stage, either, Mahiru shedding her top as she drew close. “Master made this room especially for us,” the redhead giggled as she hugged her friend, their chests squishing together. “We’re going to shoot the greatest porno ever for him~”

Hiyoko’s eyes lit up. “Sounds, like, totally amazing! Let’s do it~”

No more words were needed. The two kissed, tongues twirling together eagerly as the bimbofied duo’s former affection for one another was twisted and amplified into hot and horny lust. Hands groped tits, fingers sank into cheeks, thighs locked together, and the pair quickly sank into debauchery. All recorded for their Master’s collection later, of course.

Hiyoko couldn’t be happier. Getting to be a bimbo, fuck her best friend, and serve master later?The haze from Master Chihiro’s subliminals had at last thickened into an eternal fog - and now she’d never have to worry about a headache ever again. This was the best day, like, ever!

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Request: Fandom: Gundam Witch From Mercury

Miorine Rembran cares for her wife Suletta, but with a tsundere-type personality, it's sometimes hard to get her feelings across without presenting a harsh attitude. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, a Gundam test run gone wrong bathes a piloting Suletta in a seemingly harmless effect/substance. Suletta's immunity goes undetected, and despite a good amount of scrubbing in the showers, she ends up carrying it all the way back to the couple's quarters. Before long, an unsuspecting Miorine is twisted her from the inside out to become a more "amicable" personality for her lovely wife.

“I told you not to do it!” The door slammed open, and Miorine Rembran (ne Mercury), CEO and possibly one of the most powerful business women in the solar system, stormed through, pursued by her very sheepish looking wife.

“A-ah, well… You know, it just kind of…” Suletta Mercury (ne Rembran) had her hands raised, trying to soothe the white haired woman’s powder keg tempter with… limited success.

“I told all of them not to do it!” The CEO’s finger scythed out like a whip, nail stopping a millimetre in front of the redhead’s nose without slowing down a single step. “What kind of company am I running here if no one listens when I tell them things?!”

Suletta rubbed the back of her neck. “Oh don’t blame them for that, that was just…”

But Miorine had not stopped ranting just yet. “I should never have let you go near the tests in the first place! What was I thinking, of course you’d do something stupid.”

“I was just hoping…”

“I know!” Another door was kicked through as the pair stormed/soothed their way through the reception areas of the lab building, heading towards the exit. “I know you were! It’s all hope in that head of yours, not actual sense! You could have been killed, Suletta!”

That did make the redhead grimace a little. “I-it wouldn’t have gone that far…” She tried to sound certain.

Miorine rounded on her, glaring up at her taller partner. “I’m too young to be a widow, understand me? Do you really want me to be alone for the rest of my life? Do you really want to leave me with just my in-laws?!”

“It would be pretty awful for her, sis.” The keychain holding Ericht Samaya’s consciousness flashed on Suletta’s belt, her voice echoing from various devices. “Mom’d never let her hear the end of it.”

“A-ah, Eri, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Suletta staggered, clearly hoping for more support from her sister. “I was doing it to help you!”

“I’m just saying…”

But now it was two on one, Miorine taking up Eri’s torch immediately as they stepped through the doors and exited the institute. “She’s right! She’d go right back on the warpath again! ‘The line of Deling must be exterminated’ Prospera mode and everything! Quiet Zero wouldn’t even come close!”

The redhead blushed, clearly thrilled at the idea of her mother doing so much in her name. “Awh, do you really think so?”

The white haired bride slumped, giving her beloved the stink eye as they finally reached their limo. “That’s not what you should be taking away from all of this! Ugh, how did I end up with such a thick headed groom?”

In truth, Miorine had every reason to be angry. It had been many years since the Quiet Zero incident, but Suletta was still recovering from the injuries she’d taken averting disaster. Her body was mostly able to move on its own, or with some support, but it was still frail. Thus, she was supposed to stay away from anything too straining or stressful. Things like gundams. Or permet tests.

For some reason, though, the CEO’s wife kept ‘popping over’ to the research labs to ‘offer her expertise’, or ‘help out a little’. And she managed to keep doing this despite being banned from the premises and having her face posted up in every guard station in the complex. Being the boss’s wife, coupled with being, in Miorine’s opinion, ruthlessly adorable, clearly went a long way in wheedling her way past security.

She was certainly being helpful – her expert knowledge of the subject really did provide valuable insight, and the scientists were grateful for her assistance – but Miorine knew that Suletta wouldn’t stop there. The woman did not have an off switch. She’d keep giving until she gave too much, it was just her way.

Which had led directly to today, where she had ‘volunteered’ (read: snuck in) to take part in an experiment testing some permet reactions, one thing had led to another and…

“What did they call the radiation you were bathed in, again?”

“Um, they said it didn’t have a name – it was the first time they’d seen anything like it. They sounded really excited about it!”

“Of course they were.”

Yes, there had been some unexpected results. The words ‘new type of energy’ and ‘rewriting our understanding of the universe’ had been banded about all over the place. Miorine only cared about Suletta, though.

“You’re sure you’re fine?”

“Yep! Clean bill of health. They said all of my readings were completely normal!”

“Well that’s a relief. But you’re still in trouble.”

“Awh…”

After the accident she’d been scanned, inspected, examined, the works – but just as she said, everything seemed to be okay. It was a relief – especially considering what could have happened – though, of course, that didn’t mean the CEO wasn’t still upset. She was definitely going to have to make sure her wife understood not to do this kind of nonsense again.

“We’re still going to snuggle tonight, right?”

“Ngh.” Miorine stuck her nose up, looking away from Suletta – possibly to hide how her face now shared a shade with her tomato garden. “… Of course. Don’t be silly.”

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That night, as the pair lay together, sleeping in one another’s arms, (Eri having been given her own room, even if she wasn’t quite yet in the condition to use it properly) strange dreams began to assail them both. They were odd flights of imagination, assembled from thoughts and events of the day, all spun around a central theme – each other, and keeping one another safe. Suletta dreamed of her beloved Miorine happy and free of stress, while Miorine dreamed of her cherished Suletta, safe and without care.

Normally, this would have been quite harmless, but it had been a strange day, and due to the limitations of the frontier of science, Suletta’s body was still filled with previously unknown kinds of radiation, bathing her surroundings – and especially her wife – in its embrace. It had had no effect on her, certainly – but the same couldn’t be said for Miorine.

That was the problem with brand new forms of energy – it could act in unexpected ways. Especially if the first entity said energy encounters happens to be, due to, say, unique circumstances like having achieved an otherwise unheard of permet rating some years ago, completely immune to that energy’s effects.

Coincidences like that seem unlikely – but unlikely coincidences happen all the time. That’s just life. Alas, unlikely coincidences were even more unlikely to happen twice. So, while the first entity in line may have been immune, the second probably wouldn’t be. And indeed, Miorine had almost never interacted with permet personally in her life, despite her career.

Permet was a weird material, known for its special properties regarding the transfer of information. So, in theory, a distorted permet reaction could cause information to be transferred from one place to another. Say, perhaps, from fiction, to reality.

Such a reaction would take some time to work, and would, in theory, be accompanied by a surge of energy never before seen by science…

But what were the odds of that happening, really?

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Dreams mixed together. Details mingled. Themes dissolved together, melded by love. Happy, free, safe, and immune to stress or worry… These things all blended together, swirling around and around, until from their whirlpool, a new world seemed to emerge…

Miorine blinked as she found herself standing in her office, back in her work clothes. Huh, what was she- Oh yes, she was at work. Doing work things. That made sense.

Half way between awake and asleep, her mind sliding on the slick rails of dream logic. Her office was an orderly place… Or, normally it was. Right now it was filled with floating bubbles of thought, images of gundams and teddy bears flickering past. She ignored them with the easy obliviousness of a slumbering mind, paying more attention to her desk, and the seemingly infinite amount of papers and reports she had to read through. Ugh, it was so boring… But it needed to be done.

Sighing, the silver haired woman took a seat, leaning over her work with a resigned expression, her attention flicking between random gibberish scrawled over the papers in her hands, and the flickering images that scrolled over the screen of her computer, all of which seemed to make sense to her dreaming mind. Okay, so she needed to oversee the decommissioning of this space dock, arrange for cake to be delivered to every city down on earth, and find someone to pull Suletta out of the well she’d fallen down…

Hmn. The work seemed unending. Groaning, she leaned back to stretch, wishing, just for a moment, that she didn’t have so much to do.

Then, as she came back, she blinked. Her desk was clean. There was no more work to do. Huh. Hadn’t she…?

Oh, no, she was being silly. Of course she had no work to do. She was far too important to have to work~

Hm. That almost felt like something Suletta would-

Well, in that case, maybe it was time she headed home!

No, wait, that doesn’t make sense.

Home where she could be safe and happy!

That wasn’t how her job work-Ooohhh…

The dream grew hazy as the two minds controlling it conflicted. Reality weighed back and forth for a moment, before one side triumphed over the other. In this case, it was the one who was the source of their shared state of being, her unconscious overflow of energy gently washing over the other side’s very pertinent points, and dissolving them away.

In the dream, Miorine’s eyes rolled up for a moment, a slight smile tugging at her lips as a pleasant feeling washed through her head, carrying away all of her knowledge of what she actually did at this company, leaving only a feeling of peaceful contentment in its wake. Yes, it was time to head home. There were absolutely no problems with that.

Still smiling, she rose from her seat and stepped away from her desk, heading out through the door without a second thought. Outside her office, she found her home waiting for her, stepping straight from one to the other without any of the hassle of the inbetween.

Sadly, Suletta wasn’t home at the moment (Right, she’d fallen down that well…) so all Miorine could do was find a bit of time to relax and enjoy herself!

Or, she should have been able to. But as she looked around, she could see that the house was just as much of a mess as she’d left it that morning. Paperwork scattered everywhere, expensive tablets left on every surface, drinks resting without coasters on the table...

That was how she normally left things, to be fair. But for some reason, now something about the scene didn’t sit right with her.

So messy.

It’s just a little clutter. It’s fine.

Nooo, that’s not right at all!

Reality flickered, and the dream bent again. Miorine found herself grabbing a vacuum to clean up the floor, giving it all a quick once over. The device assisted by piping out the relaxing music Suletta normally played when she was tidying up, despite not having any speakers. Dreams were so handy like that

It was nice to be able to do something like this. She struggled to show her feelings sometimes – the benefits of being raised more like a trophy than a person – so having a way to demonstrate her care for her partner was a treasured opportunity. Besides, she’d always been a neat person-

Wait, have I?

Of course! Miorine is perfect, so naturally she’s neat and tidy.

Okay you know that’s not-Nnnh…

One of them really was dreaming, and the other wasn’t in a position to correct her. Instead, she just felt herself changing, shifting into a new shape that conformed to her partner’s oblivious fantasies.

Her dream self was changing too. Her smile was growing wider, her dress shifting from a crisp business suit into a flowing, floral dress. She was becoming her own idea of a happy homemaker – formerly the mere passing thought of a busy woman at work, now becoming something more.

In fact, it wasn’t just her clothes changing. Strangely, her body was starting to transform too. Specifically, her breasts were starting to push up under the neckline of her dress, expanding by several cup sizes.

Was her chest always so-

Yes, definitely. She’s taller than that, too.

This time the more powerful voice didn’t object, and so her body continued to change, bust gaining even more proud heft, while she rose up a few inches in profile, too. Even her butt plumped out to a smoother, round curve as her dream self bent over to pick up some scattered papers.

Are you sure-

Absolutely.

The dream was getting carried away with itself. Deeply held insecurities were coming out and being ‘corrected’, with no mind paid to the way those corrections rippled through the rest of the dreamer’s being. The rough edges were being smoothed away, leaving a simpler, steadier shaped person in their place.

And that would have been fine, if that was as far as it went. But the dream wasn’t over yet. And those insecurities were starting to ramp up.

Bigger tits.

B-but-!

Oh come on, she should be sexy, right?

She is!

Sexier, then.

And the voice that should have been on the backfoot was starting to take charge completely, because of course she was. Even in a dream, the dreamers had the same dynamic. Which was troublesome, because one of them had always been rather defined by…

Tighten that top. Oh, a shorter skirt, too. She should look good for her groom, right?

… Her impulsiveness.

Her groom loves her just the way she is!

But she still wants to look nice for them, doesn’t she?

W-well, I suppose…

Right! So, short skirt, really show off those legs of hers, I’ve always thought they were one of her best features.

I do like them, yeah…

Right now she was in the full grip of her base desires and impulses, with none of her waking self’s sense or restraint to get in the way. She’d even mostly forgotten that she was working on herself, instead viewing her subject as… Something nice to do for her wife. And since she was getting her way, she was only going to accelerate from here.

Actually I think we can scrap the bra entirely. Those babies should stand proud on their own.

B-babi-?!?

I mean her tits. Come on now, mush. Round and firm, give them some nice bounce.

A-ah, yes, alright!

More edits were made. The bra vanished, the dream Miorine’s chest jiggling as her support was lost. Honestly, she was starting to look like something out of a porno than someone from real life, though neither she, nor the voices controlling her world, seemed to mind. In fact, that only seemed to drive them both on.

Cleaning up for her groom is nice, but we can go further. Oh! What about making her a sexy maid?

Um…

You know what I mean, right?

Like from my secret anime…

Oho, so you do know what I mean~

No more needed to be said. Both voices were already picturing it. As dream Miorine bent down to slide some files away, her already peach-like behind was swiftly wrapped in a tight black mini-skirt, lined with lace and frills. It squeezed tight around her middle, showing off every sculpted curve.

Then, as she lifted back up, long, dark, nylon stockings stretched their way down her smooth legs, ending in a pair of black heeled pumps that added a few more inches to her height. The sudden increase drew a dazed giggle from the woman herself, and a pair of pleased sighs from the watching voices.

Though, was that because of her ass, her height, or because of the black, lacy top that now folded around her tits, pushing them up into an incredibly pleasing heart shaped cleavage window. Her curves were now so large that even the very giving garment still pressed in on her, forcing a generous helping of creamy flesh to squeeze through into view…

And of course, the lace tiara, the silk white gloves, and white apron that formed around her head, hands, and middle out of pure dreamstuff didn’t hurt matters either.

Accent too, right? She needs to sound sexy and obedient to her Mistress.

Y-yes, of course! Wait, Mistress?

Duh. How can she be a sexy maid without… Ooohhh… Oh la la, oui! Magnifique~

Dream Miorine’s eyes glazed, the light within dimming and turning vapid as the idea of a sexy French maid overtook her entirely. Everything else she knew – her life as a CEO, her hard fight for equality for all, her entire elite education – all of it drained away, hissing out of her ears into dream fluff as it was replaced by the knowledge of how to clean, cook, and serve.

The perfect maid had been born.

Oohhh… She’s…

Oui, impeccable~ But now we get to ze good part…

The front door opened, and the dream maid’s eyes lit up. Suddenly, the cleaning was abandoned, replaced by her hurrying to the door with a perfect strut, her hips swinging with every step.

“Ah, Mistress!” A thick French accent spilled from her lips in an utterly unconvincing fashion. “It iz so good to see you, finally free of zat terrible well. How may I welcome you ‘ome…?”

A silk gloved finger traced at the outline of her cleavage window, and a hungry glint sparkled in her eyes, as everything began fading to white…

-

Suletta woke with a start, coming back to her senses amidst an incredible feeling of… disappointment? That was strange. She felt like she’d just missed out on something wonderful, but she couldn’t remember what…

Shaking her head, the former pilot banished the feeling and looked around. The sun was starting to peek in through the curtains, which meant morning had come, so it was time to get up. But strangely, there was no sign of Miorine. Normally her wife was a bit of a cuddlebug in bed (Something she absolutely refused to let anyone else know) so her getting up early was odd, though not unheard of. Something must have come up demanding her attention.

All in all, this was adding up to a pretty lousy morning, then. Ah well. If Suletta Mercury (ne Rembran) was, it was an optimist. Hopefully the rest of the day would be much brighter, once she got out into it!

And, you know what? It actually seemed she’d get her wish as she finally exited her room, sleepily wandering about her home in her pajamas, searching for food. To her surprise and delight, there was already a fully cooked breakfast prepared on the dining room table, already set at her favourite chair! Wow, yay! Where had that come from?

“Ah, Mistress!” Suletta froze, blinking as another figure stepped into view from the kitchen. A familiar French accent rolled through the room, one that she should know, and yet she couldn’t place where she’d heard it. “You are awake at last! I ‘ope you enjoy your breakfast – I made your favourite.”

The redhead blinked again. And again. Huh. Yep. Yep, that was definitely a beautiful French maid who looked kind of like a taller, bustier Miorine with a fatter ass and an incredible accent, standing in her living room looking like she wanted to eat her (in the fun way).

She must have been dreaming.

“Oh… excuse moi, perhaps I am, ‘ow you say, miztaken?” The busty silver haired maid drew closer, gently taking Suletta’s hand and pressing it into her soft chest through her heart-shaped cleavage window. “Are you, maybe, in ze mood for a different kind of meal…?”

She guided the pilot’s hand down to her ass, and pressed her lips against the woman’s ear. “Zen let us return to ze bedroom, and greet ze morning a different way, oui?”

Well. Who was Suletta to argue with that?

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Request: Jungle Book Pyra! With first Palutena, then Samus, then corrin or Lucina passing by, All sinking onto the couch and obliviously masturbating as they marvel what great movie this is, Completely oblivious to the cartoon coils slowly draping around them. Its almost like they're already sweating in the jungle, getting GOOHHLK- choked by thick snake coils!

“Oh… You have… Such pretty eyes…”

“I’ve been told. Would you like… a closer look?”

The back rooms at the Smash Brothers Invitational Tournament were a complicated place. A lot of planning had gone into their construction! They had been built from the finest materials, and provided with all of the creature comforts and amenities that would keep their users happy. Because generally, when you got a bunch of very powerful people specifically chosen for their flashy abilities and combat prowess together in one place, you wanted to keep them happy.

This also meant that great pains had been taken to make sure certain rooms couldn’t find a route to other certain rooms without a great deal of effort. For instance, Bayonetta’s room was the opposite side of the complex from Pit’s room (they just didn’t get on), and Kirby’s room was several corridors removed from Jigglypuff’s (they got on too well). The Zeldas had occupied one wing entirely to themselves, only allowing Link (and for some reason Shiek) to visit. And the villains were kept on a completely different floor to the heroes, obviously.

Generally, the organisers wanted the fights to happen in the arena, nowhere else. If nothing else, they couldn’t make money off it if it happened elsewhere.

But that didn’t mean there was no fraternisation! No, far from it. Though the organisers took pains to corral their talent as best they could, all of the competitors were relatively free spirits, and did as they pleased, within reason. So, in partial surrender to this fact, there were several common rooms, cafeterias, arcades, and general amenities that the fighters could all make use of together while the Tournament was in session.

It was one of these common rooms that Palutena, goddess of light, wisdom, and currently 17th best fighter out of 82 according to ssbwiki.com (not that she kept track or anything), was just about to enter when she heard an unfamiliar voice.

“That’s right. Just take a nice… long… look…”

“A-ah… But… I was… Ohhh, so pretty…”

Palutena blinked, looking around. She didn’t recognise the first speaker, but the second had sounded like… “Pyra?”

But the fiery blade didn’t answer. There was no sign of her. Curious, the green haired fighter pushed the door open and peeked inside. The common room was one of the relaxed places in the complex, with simple blue décor, a couple of couches, a small kitchen area at the back, and a widescreen TV. It was good for movie nights with the girls, and not much else.

In fact, movie night was exactly why the goddess had come. Pyra, as one of the newest arrivals to the Tournament, had been eagerly going about making friends, and had invited a few of her new acquaintances to watch some ‘classic’ movie together. She’d definitely sounded excited about it, and Palutena had been charmed enough to agree – even if this ‘Jungle Book’ film sounded more like Viridi’s kind of thing than hers.

So it was strange that the sweet little (okay, not so little) redhead wasn’t here? Sure, she would have expected the fashionably late approach from Pyra’s sister, but this was the responsible sibling. Had something happened?

“I should… I should go… I have… Um… I was supposed to do… a thing…”

“Ah, I’m sure it can wait. Why not stare a little longer?”

There. One of those voices was definitely Pyra. So why didn’t she answer? Curious, Palutena stepped into the common room fully, finally bringing the TV screen into view. And now, she finally had an answer to her questions – albeit, in a way that only asked more questions.

There was a movie playing. Okay, that part made sense. But what didn’t was the movie itself. It seemed to be an animated feature – not something the goddess had seen much of, honestly, with her world having not developed that kind of technology yet – but more importantly, it seemed to star Pyra herself.

Though normally, the redheaded blade was wearing clothes.

The scene depicted was set in some kind of overgrown cartoon jungle. You could feel the evening heat practically rolling out of the screen just at a glance. And there, in the middle of it all, was the fire blade herself, devoid of so much as a scrap of clothing, and instead wrapped in the coils of what appeared to be a very large cartoon snake.

“But… But I… Ooohh…”

“Ssshhh, my dear. Just relax…”

The two were talking to one another, with the snake’s head hovering in front of Pyra’s face, his eyes alight with strange, swirling rings of colour. And even stranger, those same colours seemed to be spinning through Pyra’s eyes as well, albeit slower, and occasionally interrupted whenever she shook her head and her pupils returned. And every time she did that, her bare breasts bounced in place, balanced happily atop the snake’s thick coils.

Honestly, if this was some kind of prank, Palutena had to admit she’d never seen it coming. She would never have suspected that Pyra had such a mischievous streak in her – nor such a lewd one, at that.

All the same, either way this was in incredibly poor taste. She should just leave right away, turn and storm out, and perhaps let the new fighter try to apologise for the offense some other time. And yet…

And yet…

And yet, there was something… intriguing about the film. Something that the goddess couldn’t quite put her finger on. For some reason, she couldn’t find it in herself to stop watching. Why should she, anyway? It was just mortal entertainment, after all. Just… an amusement. And it wasn’t like there was anyone else here to see.

So, half despite herself, she leaned over the back of the couch, watching with curiosity as the show continued. She never even noticed the slight flicker in her eyes, a small ring of colour briefly expanding around her pupils before vanishing.

Instead she just focused on the show, watching at first with confused curiosity, then with steadily rising interest as the cartoon Pyra was drawn helplessly into the snake’s gaze, the colours in her eyes flowing faster and faster. There was a smile slowly starting to grow on her face, wider by the second. Palutena couldn’t help but snicker at how brainless it made the girl look, oblivious to the identical expression growing on her own face.

“That’s it, girl-cub,” the snake hissed, leaning closer, their eyes now practically pressed against one another, mirrored colours filling the screen. “Look nice and deep for me…”

“Nice… and… deep…”

“Nice and deep,” he repeated, tilting his head this way and that, enjoying the way she unconsciously stretched to match him. “And now… just… sleep!”

The thin end of his body near his tail slid around her neck, and pulled tight as he hit the final word. The cartoon girl’s face turned pink, a quiet, sudden gurgle echoing from her throat. Then, a faint ‘Ping’ sound came from the speakers. The redhead’s mouth curled into a blank, empty smile, and her head emptied out, colours solidifying in her eyes. She was completely entranced.

“Oohhh…” Back in the real world, Palutena’s mouth had dropped open, more rings of colour washing through her eyes as she watched Pyra’s fall. The goddess was fully leaning over the couch now, hands having clambered over onto the front cushions to support her, her ass wiggling in the air over the couch back as an uncomfortable heat between her thighs set her squirming. Her dress had even hitched up around her waist, exposing her moistening panties to anyone behind her.

This… This movie was amazing… Why had she never heard of it before? So pretty… So gripping… So hot…

She could watch this forever…

Before she could work out how to do that, though, Samus walked in behind her.

Now, a few things must be known at this point, concerning the subject of Samus Aran. The informed will already know who she is – the intergalactic bounty hunter and space hero of many adventures and quests. The wise would know more – that she was a human orphan raised by an alien race, the inheritor of their wisdom and technology, which she used to safeguard the galaxy.

Those who knew her well, however, of which there were few in number, would be aware that being raised by aliens and having her DNA adjusted by multiple sources had left her somewhat socially awkward, possessed of strange, ravenous appetites, and a level of determination that could extinguish stars. Which all added up to one, single, lesser known fact.

Namely that Samus Aran was a fucking horndog.

She wasn’t an easy lay, she was an eager layer. Her off hours were spent cruising the galactic clubs, sweeping the hottest babes off their feet, and rocking their universe for the night – or, at least, that was how she liked to put it. Whether her track record actually matched her brag didn’t really matter here – the important part was her attitude.

Which is to say, Samus’s reaction to arriving at Movie Night in her zero suit and seeing the fabled and gracious goddess with her ass up in the air, panties exposed, was not to note how unusual a situation this was – but rather, it was an immediate resolution to tap the fuck out of that.

“Why Palutena~” The Bounty Hunter purred in her smoothest voice, sliding right up next to her with a grin. “If you wanted my attention, you could have just said! Although, I can’t say I mind the way you’ve gone about it here…”

Palutena, naturally, didn’t answer. All of her focus was on the amazing movie – not the annoying flirt. Right now the snake was gently uncoiling Pyra and spinning her around, sending the naked woman into a tizzy. It was almost enough to make the goddess herself lose her balance.

Samus took this silence as an invitation. “So!” She smacked the woman on the ass and hoisted herself over the couch, slamming her butt down and sprawling her arms over the couch back. With a raised eyebrow and a smug smile, she looked up at Palutena. “Where shall we start?”

The goddess squealed, tumbling headfirst over the couch and onto the floor at the sudden shock. She quickly scrambled to her feet, the colours fading from one of her eyes (though they continued to pulse through the other) as she looked around, scowling. “Samus! How dare you!”

The blonde tilted her head, confidence undented. “Is this that ‘hard to get’ thing I’ve heard about? Because I’m pretty sure you’re doing it wrong.”

Palutena gave her a flat look. “First of all, goddess, not human. Second off, no, I was just watching the…” She turned, and was instantly captivated again, the colours returning to swirl through both of her eyes. “… Movie…”

On screen, Pyra’s face dominated the view, her blank smile and constantly pulsing eyes staring straight out at the viewer, with her infamous chest only visible in the bottom third of the screen. Every few moments she would rock forward, before settling back, as though she was being pushed by some powerful force from behind…

“Oh riiight, there was a movie.” Samus had completely blanked on that. She was off the clock and it showed. “Well sure, that’s… Oh, is that Pyra?”

“Mmn…” Palutena sank back onto the couch, sitting next to Samus without complaint as her attention sank back into the show, her eyes reflecting Pyra’s.

The camera was starting to zoom out a little – still keeping those hypnotic spirals as the main focus, but allowing more to be seen around the edges. Soon, it became clear that the naked blade was bent over, her middle resting over a thick layer of coils, her arms dangling down from her shoulders, limp and useless, as her body – especially her boobs – rocked.

“Huh. So is this a porno?” The blonde hunter peered closer at the screen, a ring of soft purple slowly expanding around her blue irises. She had no idea why she was staring so hard, but the longer she looked, the harder she found it to look away. “Kinda… hot…”

“Mmhm~” The goddess agreed with a nod, her blank smile returning. She’d already hiked her dress up again, a hand having snuck underneath her panties and beginning to rub, almost oblivious to the woman beside her. The show was just so captivating…

Samus, of course, wasn’t wearing a dress. So as she stared at the screen, slowly turning over the fact that she was watching a cute redhead get fucked, things weren’t so easy for her. She had to reach up and unzip her zero suit from the neck, down her front, all without moving her gaze from the show. Her tits promptly fell out on full display, nipples distressingly hard already, and she reached up to play with them thoughtlessly as her other hand dipped under her zipper, its visible outline moving down to her crotch.

Her eyes were starting to turn too, of course, flashing with dark yellows and pale greens. She hadn’t even tried to resist. Why would she? If the sexy goddess wanted to watch porn with her, she was down for that. Of course, it was practically no time at all before she barely remembered that Palutena was even in the room, even as the other woman drooled on her shoulder.

Soon there were two women thoughtlessly drowning in the movie, their bodies half slumped next to one another on the couch, their smiles blank, their eyes aswirl. The air was thick with jungle heat, and the wet sound of pleasure, accompanied by quiet, pleased moans.

And this was the room into which fair Lucina, daughter of Chrom and descendant of the hero king, arrived some five minutes later.

“Ah, sorry, sorry, I know I am late,” she was calling before she even entered the room. “I apologise, I had to deal with Tharja- Well, never mind about why. Just know that some fates really shouldn’t be- What the?”

The blue haired princess practically skidded to a stop as she noticed the condition of the other women – who had yet to notice her, despite her loud entrance. Both of them, both figures she respected immensely, despite Samus always hitting on her and Palutena occasionally being a little more haughty than was entirely necessary, were now slumped and drooling on the couch, openly masturbating with their legs spread, stains starting to seep into the couch underneath them. Their eyes were completely consumed by the rings of colour now, their entrancement nice and deep.

On the screen in front of them, Pyra had turned over – or, more precisely, she had been guided to flip around by a gentle tail pressed against her hollow brow – and was now obviously sucking on a pair of cartoonish cocks. Her cheeks were swollen with hidden girth, and her eyes merrily vapid.

“What is this?” Lucina gasped, looking between the women and their show in shocked disgust. “Lady Palutena, Sir Samus, What… hello?”

Her eyes narrowed as neither women responded, save to intensify their self pleasure. If anything, the pair looked like they wished for nothing more in the world than to be in Pyra’s place right now. Those blank smiles were so different from their regular wise or cocky grins…

The princess was no stranger to enchantment (thanks, Tharja), and recognised the signs of someone acting out of character immediately. Could this be what was happening here? If so, she had to cut them off from the source right away!

Without thinking twice, Lucina threw herself between her friends and the TV screen, putting her back to the show and letting her cape flare out to hide it from view. “My friends, wake up! Whatever spell has seized hold of you, defy it! Don’t let yourself be humiliated in this way – you are stronger than this!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Lucina blinked as a voice she’d not heard before reached her ears. “Do you think you’d fair better, then?”

Without thinking, she turned, hunting for the source of the voice – the spellcaster, surely – only to gasp. The TV screen at her back had completely filled with twisting colours. Yellow, purple and green rings rippled around each other, forming an endless tunnel of bright, seductive light.

Caught full on in the hypnotic beam of the serpent’s gaze, even the strong willed princess felt her resistance starting to melt. Bands of blue and purple rolled through her eyes, concealing her Exalt brand for a moment, before she shook herself free.

“Who… What are you…?” She all but whispered, gritting her teeth as she tried to break away from the hypnotic assault.

“Just a passing friend,” the voice replied, soft and gentle in her ears. “Looking to help some stressed out ladies relax. Why not calm down and stare a while, hm?”

Yes, that sounded nice… Just relax… stare… She could… No!

The blue haired fighter shook her head again, trying to clear it with limited success.

“Nnn-no… I will… I will defy this fate…!” Her words were unconvincing, though, another band of colour obscuring her brand. Despite her efforts, her arms were dropping to hang limp at her sides, and her jaw was starting to feel awfully slack. Still, as long as she could hold out, she was sure she could-

“Hey, down in front!”

“Yeah, we’re trying to watch!”

“H-huh?” A pair of hands seized Lucina by the shoulders and yanked her backwards, all but flinging her onto the couch. To her dazed surprise, she found herself now sitting between Palutena and Samus, with both of them having risen up for a moment to grab her. “M-my friends! I need your assistance-”

“After the movie, Lucy.” The goddess was already watching the screen again.

“Yeah, just watch quietly, okay?” Samus dismissed her without a thought.

“B-buht…”

She couldn’t even finish her protest as that smooth voice spoke over her. “Why not give her a little hand so she can settle down?”

Samus and Palutena’s eyes turned bright and vacant, their smiles fixed on their faces as the suggestion from the TV rang through their minds. As one, the two smash fighters leaned back, slid their hands down Lucina’s unresisting sides, and pushed under the princess’s pants.

The blunette gasped again, her eyes widening as the pair found their goal, filling with colour to the brim as fingers stroked and fondled. In front of her, the swirling screen still dominated her gaze, and it intensified more than ever during her moment of weakness. Trapped, mesmerised, and at the mercy of her companion’s ministrations, even her indominable willpower had to crack. After a few short moments, the princess slumped, her jaw dropping to her chest as her legs spread wider, her eyes just as bright and vacant as the two women on either side of her.

Things got quiet in the common room after that – aside from the steadily mounting moans from the screen, that is, as Pyra got to experience many new ways of being ploughed in front of an audience. No more guests arrived, leaving just the three on the couch to watch, with Lucina eventually getting with the program enough to return the favour to her friends, her fingers slipping into their nethers with empty headed eager glee.

No, nothing interrupted movie night, with the room having been properly reserved for the whole evening. Thus, the show continued, with each lady steadily doing her damndest to sink the other two deep into the abyss of mindlessness, allowing all of their thoughts to be swallowed by the spirals, and their lusts to be kindled ever higher by Pyra’s exhibition.

Until, at last, to their great disappointment, the credits began to roll.

As one, the three sighed, their eyes showing no sign of clearing, nor their hands any sign of stopping. They just continued to sit, limp and horny, as they watched the words scroll past.

“Such a good movie…” Palutena murmured, the first words she’d spoken in hours.

“The best…” Samus agreed, her smile wide and blank.

Even Lucina nodded, thoroughly under the same spell. “I wish we could watch it…”

“… Forever…” All three groaned together, their eyes pulsing. None of them could think of anything more wonderful.

And their wish was answered, as a familiar voice spoke up from the TV. “Well, if that’s your wish, who am I to deny you?”

The TV pulsed, the credits pausing as a familiar set of colours began to ripple through the screen. Before the trio’s vapid eyes, the surface of the glass in front of them began to stretch, bulging forwards – until something emerged from it, a long, slick, cartoon limb that curled in the air over their heads. The tail of a lengthy snake.

In a matter of moments the tail had wound its way around the three, sliding around Samus’s shoulders, looping around Lucina’s chest, and winding around Palutena’s middle. Then it looped back, settling around each woman’s neck, holding them steady as they beamed in mindless joy.

“Welcome to the jungle, my dears,” the voice hissed. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy your stay~”

The tail squeezed, and each woman choked.

PING PING PING!!!

It was like the ringing of church bells, as whatever was left of the noble minds of Palutena, Samus, and Lucina caved in completely, popping into nothingness. Each woman gave in utterly – and as if to show their loss, each of them developed thick, black lines around their frames, spreading out from their permanently swirling eyes across all of their bodies.

In that single instant, the three fighters had been utterly and irrevocably converted into cartoon sluts.

Not that they noticed, of course. No, they were far too busy pleasuring themselves, even continuing to do so as the coils lifted them from the couch, and carried them off through the air. Samus didn’t seem to notice a thing as she slid through the TV screen feet first, vanishing from the world without a trace. Nor did Lucina, following shortly after her.

Palutena might have, but that was only because her ass got stuck after being pulled in head first. Her legs wiggled and squirmed for a moment as she was yanked against the TV frame a few times. Then they kicked out, proudly displaying her dripping nethers to the world one last time, before the screen gulped her down – leaving just a small trickle of juice down the front of the DVD player under the TV.

The screen rippled one last time, and then went still. The credits finished rolling, and the movie came to an end. The TV turned itself off.

The four women who had gathered for movie night that evening left not a trace in their wake, save for one. A certain disk, sitting in a certain DVD drive, waiting for its next showing.

Waiting for the next time it was played, when it could show off the new sluts it had collected to put on display…

… And maybe, for the next time it could collect a few more~

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Request: For this one Ohya goes from cynical journalist to bubbly high class escort. Instead of investigating the elite she’s now a piece of arm candy for them and loves the attention and money. She’s kinda dumb and a bubbly airhead. Long blonde hair, short and tight party dress, tanned, plenty of jewelry and makeup, and has implants.

For every force, there’s an equal and opposite reaction. For every malicious piece of gossip, there is an inspiring tale. For every hero of justice, there is a corrupt, self-serving villain. In many ways, it’s something of a miracle that anyone gets anything done at all.

But then, there were always those who were willing to stir the pot a bit, mix things up and get events rolling. Those who used the power of their voice and charms to influence the masses, to exert control over the collective conscious.

Such people were dangerous, if left unattended – which was why Ohya Ichiko would be getting direct attention from the Indisputable Detectives. Her work for the Phantom Thieves, as indirect as it had been, could not be left overlooked. She, just like everyone who had touched the lives of that band of rebels, would have to learn how the natural order worked.

Only then would all be right with the world once more.

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The glitz and glamor of the ‘elite’ had never appealed to Ohya. It was all very pretty from afar, but once you got close it was all too clear how vapid it was. That was part of why she’d always been such a keen investigative reporter – her ability to remain unswayed by money or charm. Thanks to that, she and her partner Kayo had made an incredible team, cutting through Tokyo’s upper class like a hot knife through butter!

… Until Kayo had been set up and then targeted for a mental shutdown after getting too close to a truth too hot to handle, anyway.

Since then Ohya had floundered. Reassigned to the entertainment beat, her talents had been ignored and her dreams had been crushed. She’d retreated to a life of cynicism and alcohol, barely even bothering to file her articles in with her editor. Hell, if she hadn’t been trying to search for what happened to Kayo, she might have thrown in the towel altogether.

And then, by chance, she’d met a charming young man in the Crossroads bar…

Well, calling him charming might be a bit much. The kid was clearly trying to play things cool, but he was shaking in his boots. It was kind of adorable. Of course, thanks to a few events that there was no reason to get into here, she ended up owing him a favour, which had led to another, and another, and after a while she’d just gone along with things because this guy was clearly, without a doubt, despite the boot shaking and nervous looks, the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

Seriously, it was ridiculous how unsubtle those kids were about it. One time, she’d bugged the blond one’s phone because she was bored, and he mentioned it like five or six times. An hour.

Ahh, youth.

Still, that relationship had done wonders for her. Not only had it revived her old ‘take no prisoners’ attitude, it had also paved the way for her to find Kayo, and finally get closure on her friend’s tragic fate. And now, even though the Phantom Thieves were gone, she was still going. The elites had thought themselves safe for far too long.

Article after article shot through the presses. Scandals and misdeeds were dragged kicking and screaming into the light of public scrutiny. Ohya Ichiko was back, and the city rightfully feared her burning pen!

Which was why she was here at this little social function, wearing her finest business suit to show she meant business, and sipping the free (mediocre) champaign. Yes, the glitz and glamor were out in force tonight, with glittering gold chandeliers hanging over head, plush red carpets inviting people in, and fearfully serious looking portraits hanging on the otherwise dull walls. They were throwing out all the stops to welcome the new leader of the United Future Party, Shido Masayoshi’s successor, to the limelight.

Of course, Ohya had every intention of turning that limelight into a spotlight. How would the new aspiring politician hold up when the skeletons had been dragged out of his closet and presented for the world to see? Oh, she didn’t need to know he had skeletons in there – he was a politician, his closet may as well have been a cemetery.

Besides, after the mess that Shido had left last year, and the harm his people had done to those she cared about, this reporter had no intention of resting until this political party was in ashes, just like they’d tried to do to her career.

It was just a shame she’d be working on that while suffering from this utterly subpar bubbly. Bleck. Man, she really had developed a taste for alcohol while she was in her slump, huh?

Oh well. That just gave her more drive to put this wannabe superstar politician in his place. She’d already secured an interview with the man this evening, thanks to a few well connected contacts, so now all she needed to do was put up the pressure until he cracked.

The clock ticked towards the hour. She took a glance at her phone, and then nodded. He’d waited long enough to start sweating. Now it was time to pounce. She handed her drained glass off to one of the milling members of staff, and walked over to the stairs, flashing her press pass to the security stationed there with a smile. They nodded and let her through.

Her interview awaited. This would be fun.

The sharp eyed reported didn’t even notice the woman who she handed her glass to, nor the way her hand had tingled as their fingers touched. But equally sharp eyes watched as she climbed the steps, and a similar smile grew as the server reached for her phone.

-

No crisp and clean prison greeted constable Ayho Okihci as she stepped through the blue portal. The white walls flickered with text scrawled all over them, and the relentless ‘ding!’ of a typewriter rang through the entire prison. She sighed. Of course she’d get the mess. In the end, this was always what they turned to her kind for.

The pink haired detective wore a fairly old fashioned outfit – a white shirt, red tie, even suspenders strung over her shoulders to hold up her black pants. She adjusted her spectacles, clear glass and thin-framed, as she walked towards the cell. Her outfit was rather casual for a beat officer, but it was only fitting considering her target. One didn’t go after a writer with a truncheon, after all.

You sent an editor.

“My my my,” the woman who could have been Ohya Ichiko in a photo negative, looking over the woman she’d captured. “Been busy, have you, Criminal?”

“Shh. Working.” Ohya’s Shadow ignored her, instead pouring over a typewriter that she’d somehow brought into her cell, typing hundreds of words a minute as it rattled on a small wooden table in front of her. The reporter’s ‘true self’ was even more of a stereotype than she was – dressed in an unkempt shirt, a journalist’s fedora balanced precariously on her head, a Dictaphone hurriedly folded into the band.

Ayho rolled her eyes. Well, it wasn’t like she needed to be subtle.

Leaning forward through the blue bars of the cell, she grabbed the shadow by the chin and pulled her head back, holding her phone up in front of the golden eyed reporter’s face. “Actually, dear,” she said, chuckling as her prey struggled, and the blue light began to shine. “I have a few corrections I want you to make to your latest piece…”

-

Ohya twirled her pen between her fingers as she looked over her notebook, before smiling over to her interviewee. Her target. Her prey. Mr Doshi Yoshisama, the new golden boy of the United Future Party. Weird name, but hey, that wasn’t what she was here to nail him on.

“So, Mr Yoshisama, the people would love to know some more about you! We’ve all heard your press releases, but I’d like to cut to the heart of the matter. Are you willing to denounce your predecessor, Shido Masayoshi, on the record?”

The man – youngish for a politician, only a little older than her, with a head of dark hair and a professional suit – adjusted his tie nervously. “Well, Miss Ichiko, as you know, these issues are complex. While Mr Masayoshi clearly overstepped his bounds from time to time, it must be made clear that none of the behaviour which he was ultimately indicted for was tied to the party in any substantial way.”

Ah, yes, politicians. They never actually answered the question you asked them. “Behaviour which you yourself never knew about?”

“Ah, w-well, of course not…”

Ohya smiled indulgently, popping the lid off her pen. Perfect. She already had evidence of exactly the opposite. While Doshi here had never been the worst offender, there was no doubt he’d accepted his share of the profits from that whole operation. Now she could bring that straight down on his head.

The reporter paused for a moment, already considering how to word it in her article, and then…

-

“Your heroic reporter doesn’t fit the narrative, girl,” the Editor chuckled, squeezing her captive’s slack jaw gently, possessively. “Too uptight. She needs a rewrite. Loosen her up some! Get rid of the cool calm confidence. She’s in the presence of the political elite! This guy is rich and charming! Make her giddy and smitten, get a touch of romance in here, it’ll sell so much better. You’re the wordsmith. Make it sound good.”

Shadow Ohya groaned, her eyes spinning with bright blue spirals. Part of her was still trying to resist, but her fingers flew over the typewriter’s keys all the same. Before Ayho’s gleeful eyes, a new page began to roll out of the print slot, new words of truth engraved on it – and on its typist’s soul.

[Ohya Ichiko is a giddy, smitten flirt…]

-

… And then she paused, frowning. Oh, what was she thinking, opening with such a hardliner question? She knew better than that. She didn’t want to frighten such a charming, powerful, rich man off, did she? She needed to refocus.

“Well, let’s forget about all that for the moment,” she said, pushing her notebook aside and giving Doshi a smile. A little fluttering on the eyelashes, just to get back on track. “Why don’t we talk about what you plan to do for the people when you get into power?”

There, a nice, easy softball. Already, he looked happier – and my, how strong and powerful he looked. That watch he was wearing must have cost more than she’d gotten in salary in five years! She found herself licking her lips unconsciously.

“Well now,” the politician said, puffing up his chest. “I believe that it’s time we focused on unity as a nation, to overcome these uncertain and unknowable times…

And as he rambled on, Ohya continued to smile, pulling her notebook back and preparing to take it all down. Yeah, she could use this stuff. It wouldn’t be as powerful as ripping into him for his mistakes, but a puff piece every now and then wasn’t so bad. It’d certainly get her invited back to more of these events, maybe make a nice impression. She lifted her pen, and…

-

“Now we need to talk about looks. I mean, come on girl, self-insert much? How are we going to make this narrative work if the audience doesn’t understand why he’d like her? Get rid of that cold fish setup. I see golden hair, tanned skin, a nice dress, some makeup, some jewellery… Oh, and plump up those tits, too, those are the money makers. Fatten ‘em with some implants, give her some firmness…”

Shadow Ohya was drooling by this point, her mind utterly consumed by the spiral. Her head was hollow, her will smothered by the hypnotic onslaught. Like a puppet following her master’s command, her fingers flew across the keys of her typewriter, engraving her new destiny deep.

[Ohya Ichiko is a slutty fake tramp…]

-

… And paused again, shuddering as her eyes and mind lost focus. A fog descended over the reporter’s brain as her hair suddenly tripled in length, growing long down her back and turning from ebon to gold in a single smooth shift. A moment later, and her business suit melted, turning from a professional outfit into a slutty, thin black cocktail dress that hung from her shoulders by straps so thin it seemed like they’d snap from a shrug. And they’d have help – as her chest suddenly surged outwards, inflating as her breasts were suddenly filled by thick, firm implants – the scars of surgery faintly visible, if one cared to look. Jewellery appeared across her body, rings on her fingers, a shining gold necklace around her neck, cheap looking earrings from her ears, and a few studs were the outline would be visible through her new dress.

In the space of a few seconds, the respectable reporter had become an utter trap… And no one noticed.

Doshi was far too busy reciting his speech from memory, paying the actual woman in the room with him no mind at all, and Ohya…

Ohya had something else on her mind, as it all swam back into focus.

After all, she was never going to get the big scoop off this guy in a normal interview. She needed to go deeper. Undercovers, if you followed her drift~

So she leaned forward again, making sure that the man got a nice look into her chest, even pressing her boobs up subtly with her arm, and asked another question.

“So, Sir,” she purred, her smile ever more fawning. “I’m sure our readers would love to know – is there a Missus Yoshisama in the awning? Everyone loves a good romance~”

There was enough flirt energy in her tone to kill a rhinoceros, and she was only just getting started. She could see the way his face turned red, his flustered stammering as he adjusted his collar. She had him right where she wanted him! Now, she just needed to…

-

“Much better! Now, one last bit. We’ve got the attitude, we’ve got the look, but I’m still thinking this character’s all wrong. Scrap the reporter angle entirely, we don’t need it, we’re not doing that anymore. Instead, your girl there is a hooker – no, a high class escort! That’s right, scrap all that education, get rid of the street smarts. She doesn’t need to be intelligent, all she needs to know is how to spread her legs and how to look pretty on some guy’s arm. Run it to the printers, we’ll sell dozens of these things!”

The Editor was laughing with glee, a complete contrast to the entranced woman she still held tight in her grip. Shadow Ohya was utterly dominated by this point. The phone wasn’t even necessary – her eyes had turned from gold to blue, and the spiral could be seen spinning faintly behind them eternally. Her mind was empty, her will no longer hers. And with a few feather light taps on her typewriter, she sealed her fate in stone forevermore.

[Ohya Ichiko is a slutty, stupid, sexy, seductive, gold digging call girl.]

The typewriter rang as the final period fell, and Ayho ripped the paper from its grip. “Perfect.”

-

… To… To… Ah… Wh-what had she been doing, again?

Ohya’s eyes crossed as she suddenly felt a great hollowness open up behind them. All the knowledge and skill she had cultivated in all her time on the job was suddenly leaving her, erased from her mind like it had never been. Highlighted and deleted in an instant. The feeling was a rush – so many burdens being lifted from her shoulders as her wits thickened into uselessness and her thoughts piled up on her brain’s closed highways. She couldn’t help but giggle vapidly as she felt the last of her old self evaporate through her ears.

By as she recovered, she found Doshi was ready to answer her question.

“Not for the moment,” he said, chuckling. “But play your cards right, and maybe I’ll hire you on for a longer engagement. Speaking of, isn’t it time you got started with what I pay you for?”

Everything clicked into place, as some – but not nearly all – of the empty space in her head was filled with her new purpose, her new skills, her new life. She wasn’t a reporter, a woman with dignity and guile. No, she’d always been far too much of a ditz for stuff like that. She’d dropped out of University the first chance she got after she discovered that it was so much more fun sleeping around than studying for tests, and now she had, like, one of the best jobs ever! A classy ‘escort’ for the wealthy elite – although she knew what she really was. A whore. A slut for hire. Three walking wet holes and a pair of amazing boobs for anyone to use, as long as they could pay her price.

And mmmn, this handsome fella sure had the money where it counted. She was all too willing to hop on that gravy train if she could – so she wasn’t gunna keep him waiting!

“Of course, sir,” she said, giggling as she rose and strutted her way over to him. “How would you like to enjoy me first?”

He gestured, and she sank to her knees. Mm, she already starting to salivate…

… And as she got to work, a woman with pink hair, a member of staff, stepped back from the door she had been listening to with a grin on her face. Another accomplice of the Phantom Thieves dealt with. The cunning reporter had been put in a gilded cage, and she wouldn’t be escaping. Oh yes, she was all very pretty from afar, but once you got close it was all too clear how vapid she was.

This case was almost done now – there were only a few loose ends left to tie up. Soon, it would be done, and the Phantom Thieves would be nothing but a forgotten memory.

That was just what happened when you went up against the Indisputable Detectives~

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Request: The Servant Trap. Medusa (Rider) was so pleased when she found the library in Cockaigne. All of the craziness of GUDAGUDA left her no time for her literature; perhaps now she would be able to take a break, and catch up on her reading. She soon finds herself lost with the pages of a bodice-ripper - quite literally!

Some might question what a city like Cockaigne might need with a library. Obviously, it wasn’t going to be of any use for the bimbos, and most of the other citizens of the city of eternal pleasure had… Well… Eternal Pleasure to be getting on with.

Yes, everyone is well aware that some people’s greatest pleasure in life was a good book, but such people tended not to end up in Cockaigne. Or at least, if they did, they didn’t stay that way for long. That was kind of the point.

But yes, the building did serve a use. After all, what better a place to set up if you wanted to make absolutely sure to properly bimbo those bookworms? Of course, you built a library, and then you just let nature take its course.

If you build it, they will cum.

So it should be no surprise that the place was open – surprisingly so, in fact, as not only were the doors unlocked, but the entire place was essentially unstaffed, save for the occasional cleaning crew (whenever a few bimbos were put on maid duty). Honestly, it would probably be more accurate to call the place a book depositary than a library, since there was no one to expect any books be returned. But that would take changing the sign over the door, and no one was going to put that kind of effort in…

At any rate, yes – the library was open, and that was a welcome relief for the purple haired beauty who stumbled through its doors late in one eternal evening. Well, no, stumbled is the wrong word. But it’s hard to compress ‘kicked down the doors, charged through, and then slammed them shut and bolted with all of her considerable monstrous strength’ into a simple descriptor. Makes it all look a bit too busy, you know?

At any rate, the purple haired beauty had entered the library (making quite a bit more noise doing so than was approvable, but there was no one around to complain). And what a beauty she was! Some legends – mostly discredited – claimed that she had been cursed by the gods for her good looks, and right now, panting breathlessly against the great wooden doors, black dress contrasted against her pale skin, you could maybe believe it. Yes, the blindfold over her face was a bit of an odditiy, but it added an air of mystique, really, a little charm to go with the rest of the incredible package.

Now, if Medusa, Servant Rider, could have heard the way the narration was currently describing her, she would have turned pure red – and then maybe started murdering people, starting with the narrator. She was a modest woman with a few body image issues – and also an ancient Greek monster. They were rather direct when it came to dealing with problems. But all should be fine as long as we keep our voices down.

“Okay. I think I lost them.” Medusa took a breath, shaking her head. She swept her hands down her body, trying to clear off any lingering Gudaguda particles. She had no desire to be involved in yet another ludicrous event with that lot, thank you. The screentime was nice, but-

Hm? Oh, strange, what had she just been thinking of? She couldn’t remember for some reason. All she had was the sense of a nonsense series of events that she was better off not thinking about any further. How peculiar.

It was probably for the best, as things settled into a slightly more serious narrative. Cockaigne was one thing, but Gudaguda was quite another.

Oh well. She shrugged and looked around. Where had she ended up now, exactly?

Wait. Was this… Heaven?

It was impossible to see the Servant’s eyes light up behind her blindfold, and yet there was absolutely no mistaking that they had. She stepped forwards, into the atrium of the grand Cockaigne library, surrounded by books on all sides. They towered over her, ascending on wooden shelves up to a second floor, third floor, foruth floor, and even beyond! Books of every kind, gigantic doorstoppers, eldritch tomes, light autobiographies, slim young adult and countless magazines, all of them arranged in perfect order for her perusal.

Medusa was a fairly solitary creature – if the whole ‘eating or petrifying everyone who came close to her home’ thing in her legend hadn’t clued you in. That was something that remained true even in her more restrained, human-ish form, as she appeared when she was summoned as a Rider. She just didn’t really like people. They were small and annoying and often tried to stab her. In many ways, it was hard to blame her for her attitude.

But books were another matter. She loved books. Considering her Avenger form, one might even consider her to be the original and ultimate bookworm! Though, again, she would not react well to someone saying that to her face. Fortunately, that was not a problem, because there was no one here – only books, books, and more books!

“Ah. Well.” The Servant coughed quietly, looking around. “This would appear to be a wild summoning. I’m not sensing a master. And I don’t see any problems that need an anti-hero’s intervention… Perhaps I should just… research this time a little…”

Maybe she hadn’t gotten all of the Gudaguda off. But in any case, she hopped up three stories and hoisted herself up over the wooden railing of the fourth floor, landing between the stacks of the really big books. There, she wandered for a moment, examining the titles on offer while trying not to look too much like a kid in a candy store.

She only skipped a little. Promise.

Hmm, what did they have here? ‘War & Peace & Shopping’? Huh, was that a new edition? Interesting. Oh, and here was ‘Lord of the Blings’ which… didn’t sound quite right but might be interesting. And ‘The Countess of Monty Crystal’ … Hm, why did that ring a bell?

Ah, but here, right in the middle of the shelf, this was the book that snagged her finger, and then her attention. She slid it out and weighed it in her hands, a hefty sized tome with a few thousand pages at her guess, before turning it over and examining the title. ‘A Bimbo’s guide to Cockaigne’… Hm. Was this supposed to be like an idiot’s guide? Her summoning had given her a bit of knowledge about modern culture, but it wasn’t a perfect process…

Well, no matter. She’d wanted to learn more about the place she’d been summoned, right? This seemed like the perfect place to start. Cracking the pages open to a random point in the middle, she found a chair to sit down on and- Huh?

The Servant blinked. That was odd. These pages were… blank? Was this not a real book or something? Curious, she started flicking pages back towards the start of the book, and… Ah! Here was some text…

‘The origins of Cockaigne, the fabled city of eternal pleasure, are a mystery to modern scholars, with mention of the fabled haven being found recorded in languages across both history and geography. And yet despite the ever growing scattered nature of the legend, the specifics remain profoundly clear. United, despite the ages and the cultural drift that so often shatters the tales of antiquity into a jumbled…’

Medusa’s brow furrowed for a moment. What was this word here? She considered herself to be quite well read, but for some reason she was drawing a blank on this one, and it had really tripped her up. C a c o p h o n y… Hmm. Well, she’d just keep on and hope that context filled her in later.

Fortunately, as she turned over the page, everything seemed to get simpler.

‘Cockaigne is supposed to be a city of riches and treasures, where the people want for nothing, having an endless source of food, drink, and whatever pleasures they could desire. Some accounts claim the roads were made of pastries, while others state the buildings were crafted out of gold. Whatever the origin of these claims, it is clear that the city is supposed to be a paradise, an ever distant-’

She stopped again. Nn. Wow, this one was really giving her some trouble, huh? Weird, but whatever. She stared at the new word that had stalled her out, her lips moving on their own as she unconsciously spelled the word out aloud.

“You… top… ia?

Nope. The Rider shook her head. That didn’t sound like any word she knew. Funny, she had the strangest sense that she should know this one. For a moment she almost felt like it had been on the tip of her tongue, ready to spring out and remind her that she knew it… But then it just vanished, like it had been sucked out of her head somewhere. Oh well.

Sighing, she flipped the page again – and was relieved to see this one held much smaller words on it.

‘So the thing is, if all of these people are talking about it a ton, maybe Cockaigne really exists! And if it does, what is it really like? Are there really endless treats and wonders to be found? That would be really cool, don’t you think? So, in-’

Medusa bit her lip, twirling her hair around her finger as she tried to concentrate on this last word (ignoring the way her locks hissed dizzily at the motion). This was, like, a totally hard one. So long. So many syla… silly… so many letters!

“Conk loose ion?” She peered at the sentence again, before shaking her head with a relieved giggle as she realised the truth. “Wow, that’s, like, not a thing! They must’ve made a mistake or something…”

A smile lit her face as she turned to the last page with words on it, and saw that this one made complete sense.

‘Cockaigne is, like, totally the bestest place ever!’

Perfect! And it only took her a couple of tries to get through it all~

Happy to be done, the Servant slammed the book shut – unknowingly sealing away all of the knowledge and vocabulary that had once been in her head within it – and slid ‘A Bimbo’s guide to Cockaigne’ back onto the shelf. As she did so, she missed the fact that the cover now had a picture on it – the image of a confused looking purple haired bimbo with a finger pressed against her pouting lips, trying to read this very tome…

No, she had no time for looking at these books any more. Reading that one had, like, totally exhausted her brain, wow. It felt all weird and floaty, like she had a bunch more space in her head for some reason! Kinda neat, but not what you wanted to sit down with a long read for.

She still loved books, of course, but now she was looking for something a bit lighter to read through. Maybe something from the lower shelves? Those had looked a lot more casual. That sounded worth a look.

With a jump and a flip, the Servant landed down on the second floor, browsing around the shelves until she saw something bright and colourful enough to snag her attention. Pulling it out, she found herself holding a wide, thin book – the kind with a lot of pictures – with the title ‘Legends & Myths for Curious Bimbos!’

Curious, she flipped it open to a random page – and to her surprise, she found it was her own.

‘Medusa is, like, one of the most famous legends in the world!’

Huh. Really? The Servant blushed, rubbing at her neck uncertainly. Normally she didn’t want to even think about her legend – it hadn’t been a fun time for her – but now she found herself reading on.

‘Even the gods got, like, totally jelly of her looks!’

Had that been… Oh yeah! That was exactly how it went down. Medusa smiled, even giggling it as she remembered Athena’s super cranky pout as she banished her for being, like, way too sexy. Silly frigid bitch could only wish she got as much cock as she did~

‘She was a totally hot babe, like, super thott! All of the Greek guys came from all over to find her cave, so she must have been an amazing lay.’

Mmm, and how! Yeah, she’d had people queuing up to fuck her for days! Guys, girls, they all came from all over to cum all over her~

‘She wasn’t very smart, but they say just one look from her could make any guy hard! She must have been, like, the ultimate slut.’

Not smart? She pouted for a moment, before shrugging. Okay, yeah, maybe. But so what if she was dumb? She had a body like this – she didn’t need any stupid smart! And her eyes meant all the guys could keep it up for hours~ That was the only way they ever had a chance of satisfying her!

‘So yeah – Medusa was totally a bimbo, and proud of it~’

Yeah. Yeah! The purple haired Servant giggled, nodding in agreement. She was totally proud of being a bimbo! No, more than that - she was proud of being the biggest, sluttiest bimbo ever!

Ooohhh…

A surge of pleasure rushed through her as her memories shifted, all the grudge, bitterness, and pain sloughing away from them… And with those changes, her legend, her essence, her core self began to shift too. Her outfit morphed, her cleavage line delving deeper as her skirt split in the middle to become a much sluttier miniskirt/boob-tube combo, exposing plenty of creamy flesh, while leaving the rest sealed behind fluttering black fabric and purple clasps. Her boots shrank down into heels, completely impractical for combat or gymnastics, but perfect for giving her butt that proper shake on the instep. And her blindfold just vanished completely, leaving her vapid eyes free for the world to see.

“Ah!”

Juices dripped down the inside of her thighs unimpeded. Oh yes, her class switched from Rider to Slut felt very good indeed…

But she wasn’t quite done yet.

Instead, in a semi daze, she let the book flutter from her fingers, and found herself strutting through the library, hunting by instinct for something she desperately needed. This time she didn’t jump from floor to floor, she simply casually minced her way down the steps, one at a time, a distant glaze in her eyes.

Right up until she saw the porn section, at least. Then the glaze fell away, and piercing intent returned to her gaze. If there had been a hundred men between her and her goal, they might all have been turned to stone in that instant.

But since there weren’t, the airheaded bimbo was free to skip straight to the magazines and pull out the first one to grab her attention.

‘Boobs Boobs Boobs – So simple even a Bimbo can get ‘em!’

The paper magazine fell open in front of her, and dazzled her immediately with exactly what it promised. Breasts, tits, funbags galore, a bountiful bouquet of boobtacular action. Just seeing them made her top feel tighter!

In fact, it was getting tighter – for a moment, at least, before the fabric adjusted to her new size as her chest swelled. It happened again when she turned a page, her breasts both filling up another cupsize’s worth. And again, and again, as she flicked through the porn magic with fervent glee, until her tits were twice the size of her head.

Then, as she reached the back cover, she reached out and snatched up another magazine without a second (or first) though.

‘Amazing Asses and where to find them!’

Now it was her skirt’s turn to stretch, as the Slut lost herself in this astounding assembly of asses. Her thighs thickened out nicely, her hips widening with every turned page, her cheeks soon swelling up to match her bust…

And it only got worse/better from there.

‘Beach Bod bimbos!’

Her skin darkened into a fine summer’s tan.

‘Top 5 Makeup tips to bring out the Whore in U!’

Lipstick spread itself over thickening lips as eyeshadow dusted vapid eyes.

‘How to look Cheap on the Streets’

Hoop earrings hooked through her ears, as glitter and plastic rings decorated her hands.

It kept going. More and more magazines stacked up, scattered around the Servant as her body grew sluttier and sluttier… Until there was no more left to change. She simply lay there, back against the shelves, her legs spread against the ground, drool dripping from her lips as her new self fully crystalised forever.

Then the doors opened, and a figure in black robes strode in.

“Ah, I see the library’s caught another wayward hero before she could cause any trouble,” he chuckled, spotting the drooling bimbo instantly. “I did always say that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar!”

“Huh?” She blinked up at him, lips curled into a confused pout. He was using, like, totally big words that made her head hurt, but he looked kinda hot – and she wasn’t picky. “Ohh, hey stud. Wanna

Her eyes flashed, and he felt himself hardening down below. A grin spread over his face.

“Why not? On your knees, Slut – let’s give you the proper Cockaigne welcome.”

Eager, with a head full of naught but sex and air, she scrambled to obey.

Why does Cockaigne have a library? Why else? Because that's where you find the best bimbo sluts - after the books have sucked out everything else, that is.

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Request: During Babylonia, Ishtar is displeased Mash interrupted the kiss to her foot that would have helped seal the contract with her new Master. She decides to show the Shielder the greatest Ass-et of a goddess of fertility and leave the eggplant another worshiper of her beauty!

Mash had never expected to see the world beyond Chaldea’s walls. Even the most optimistic forecasts for her life expectancy had been far too short to ever believe she’d get to leave those pristine white halls. It was a tragic thing, but one she was well accustomed to, and she had never thought too much of it. Not until things went wrong, at least.

Now, she was possibly one of the most travelled people in the world! Definitely top percentile, maybe even first or second place if you counted time travel as a multiplier. She had seen places and cultures that even the most dedicated world wanderer could only dream of. Truly, she knew she was blessed, though the biggest blessing she had received was her Master…

Still, standing here atop Mount Ebih, looking out across the Mesopotamian world from the border of the Temple of Ishtar, she was giddy to discover she could still be dazzled by the wonder of the world she was fighting to save.

It was a bit indulgent to take in the view like this, she knew. Right now her Master and the other Servants were finalising arrangements with Ishtar to secure her support in saving this Singularity. The goddess had proven to be rather fickle in nature, but she had a good (if greedy) heart, and after offering an impossible portion of Gilgamesh’s vaults, she had assented to forming a contract with Chaldea.

Though she’d wanted their representative to kiss her foot to seal the process… Mash had objected to that. Maybe a little, uh, forcefully, though the goddess seemed to take it all in stride. Really, the important thing was-

“Oohhh Maaaash~”

“Hm?”

The purple haired demi-servant turned, surprised to hear her name called. There, floating in the air over her, was Ishtar, sitting in Maanna, her air-boat/bow. The goddess was leaning over her, her long black hair cascading from her shoulders and drifting in the afternoon breeze.

“Oh!” She clasped her hands innocently and smiled up at Chaldea’s new ally. “Hello, Miss Ishtar! Have you finished your preparations?”

“Not yet…” The grin on the goddess’s face would have sent alarm bells ringing in most people’s head. This was the expression of a woman planning mischief, absolutely no one could doubt it. The spoiled princess of the Babylonian pantheon was about as subtle as a hippo on a rampage. Alas, Mash herself was roughly as oblivious as a moth flying towards an open flame, and so she sensed nothing whatsoever wrong with the red devil of Venus’s sudden interest in her. “But nearly. I sent the others to go collect more jewels from the bottom of the temple. While they’re busy, could you come with me for a moment?”

“Of course!” The Shielder was ever the helpful lass, and quickly rose to her feet, following after the floating Ishtar as they entered her temple. “How can I help?”

Ishtar chuckled as she dropped down from above, landing in front of the demi-servant with all the grace you’d expect from the ruler of the skies, still offering the girl her back. “First, a question for you.” She raised a finger to her side as she walked, and twirled it in the air without turning. “How attached are you to that Master of yours?”

Mash’s eyes widened, caught off guard. “Um. T-to my Master? Well… I… They’re… They’re my Master! They’re very important to-Mm?”

The goddess’s twirling finger had come to rest against Mash’s lips – all without her turning around. “Now now, girl, don’t be coy with me. I am a goddess of beauty, lust, and fertility, amongst a score of other things. An obvious infatuation like yours might as well be a signal fire burning only a foot away from me!” The Servant could feel Ishtar’s grin even without seeing it. “I simply want to know how deep those feelings flow.”

Mash had turned beet red. Something about Ishtar’s words made them impossible to push away. Was this the authority of a goddess? “I… They mean a great deal to me, Ishtar.”

“Heh. Very well.” The goddess nodded, her pigtails swaying as she started to climb the steps. “Then I shall limit the severity of your punishment.”

Shielder stopped dead. Or… Tried to. Despite herself, she found she kept walking after Ishtar, climbing step by step behind her. “P-Punishment?”

“Well of course.” Ishtar giggled, the edge of mischief ringing clear in her voice. “One doesn’t disrespect a goddess in her own holy ground like you did and expect to go on without repercussions, you know.”

The difference in height between them put Ishtar’s ass right in front of Mash’s face, which was incredibly distracting given how little she wore, even as the polite demi-servant tried not to look. “W-wait, we didn’t want to fight..!”

But the goddess shook her head. “Oh, not that. That bit’s normal. No, I meant you getting in the way of my contract with your Master.”

Mash blinked. “You mean when you wanted them to kiss your foot?”

“Exactly!” Still without turning, Ishtar reached back and petted the other Servant on the head. “A perfectly traditional contract. But you interrupted us, and I really can’t have that.”

“But…!”

“Now now, Mash, I can’t go around letting people do things like that. I’m a goddess. If I let you mock me in my own temple, no one would ever respect me.” She took another step, her hips swaying, and the demi-servant behind her found her eyes gravitating to her barely covered ass. “But I think you can see now, I’m far from some useless goddess.”

Strut. Strut. Strut. Sway.

Each step made Mash’s head swirl, like her brain was swishing from side to side with Ishtar’s hips. She couldn’t look away… She could barely even think… Each step, each strut, seemed to knock more thoughts out of her mind. “What… What are you doing to me…?” She managed to stammer out – barely remembering that she’d said anything at all a moment later.

But it amused Ishtar to answer, all the same. “Charming you, my dear. Like I said – I am a goddess of beauty and lust. My human vessel is a beauty in her own way, perfectly suitable to join with me, yet even she normally puts some restraints on my powers. She doesn’t like me charming everyone I meet… But you know, she has her pride too.”

Swish. Swish. Swish. Sway.

“I’ll go light, because you’re in love, but I expect you to do better in the future. Not that you’ll have much trouble with that~”

Mash didn’t catch a word. All of her attention was now firmly rooted on Ishtar’s ass, and there was no budging it. The goddess knew exactly how to flaunt her beauty, and she had given the other Servant the full force. Divine level charisma could crush mountains or send Kings and Emperors out to race for their kingdoms. Mash didn’t stand a chance. “I… I can’t-!”

“Can’t what? Can’t look away?”

Swish. Swish. Swish. Sway.

“Can’t think?”

Swish. Swish. Swish. Sway.

“That’s okay, Mash. Just let that head of yours go empty, and let my ass do the rest~”

Swish. Swish. Swish. Sway.

As they reached the top of the steps, the demi-servant’s arms hung limp at her sides, her jaw hanging slack, her eyes glazed and vacant. If you looked very close, you might even see the image of Ishtar’s ass still swaying in her pupils, eternally smacking her will away, and crushing it beneath her divine cheeks.

She was completely under.”

“Mmmn, that felt good~” Ishtar stretched her arms upwards, giving her whole body a nice strain to loosen the muscles, before spinning around, arms clasped behind her back, to take in her conquest. Mash, of course, didn’t move – simply staring into thin air, and starting to drool where she was.

The goddess grinned. “Perfect. Now, dear, listen to me – and be grateful to my mercy, because I could do so much worse!”

She giggled, tweaking the mesmerised maiden’s nose, before coughing and straightening up. This next part was important.

Her voice rose, loud and commanding, her authority coursing through every word as she spoke.

“You worship me.”

The words rang through Mash’s empty mind, sinking into every soft neuron, and she found herself mindlessly repeating her. “I worship you…”

“I am your goddess. Your light. Your all.”

“You are my goddess. My light. My all.”

“You love me.”

That one caught. For a second, Mash failed to repeat it, the girl simply shuddering in place. Like she was rejecting the command.

“I… love you…?”

Just for a moment, but Ishtar noticed it. Ah, yes, of course.

The goddess shook her head, and rephrased herself. “Your feelings for your Master are one thing, but you love me like you love the air in your lungs. Like you love the warmth in your heart. Like the song on the wind, and the moon and the stars.”

That did the trick. Mash sighed with relief, the tension in her slacking as her subconscious realised Ishtar wasn’t taking her Master’s place – just, you know, everything else. “I love you. Like the moon and the stars.”

Silence settled over the temple, as the goddess’s influence relented, its job done. And in its wake the temple’s newest worshiper dropped to her knees, bowing her head to the stone floor. “My lady! How may I serve you?!”

There was a desperate reverence in her voice – the kind that only came from a woman completely smitten beyond all rational thought. (Chaldea’s last Master heard it about 3 times a week. More if Kiyohime had managed to get into the vents again.)

It was a sound that pleased the goddess of the Temple. “Rise, my subject. Rise. You know, I have found myself wanting for a new Head Priestess, and I believe you’ll fill the role nicely! We need to find you some suitable clothes for a proper worshiper… But first…”

Ishtar didn’t say a word more. She simply rose into the air, seating herself on Maanna, and gracefully extended her foot, dangling it before Mash’s enraptured face.

The demi-servant didn’t hesitate. With a smile, she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and gently pressed her lips to the tip of her goddess’s toes. Her covenant sealed with a kiss.

Oh yes. She was utterly giddy to discover there were still plenty of things that could dazzle her in this world~

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Request: Fate/Stay Night

There’s always things that come in pairs. Ying and Yang, black and white, and Rin Tohsaka and Luvia Edelfelt always arguing about something. Both were in the the Clocktower, arguing about how Luvia was gonna try to prank curse Rin, to dance at any music she hears, a harmless prank, surely…. But Rin didn’t see it that way, and as they were arguing about it, a hip hop music starts to float in the air, making the two mages stop the argument for the moment. They follow the source to find a room that neither of them have seen before, which felt weird to Rin, as she spends quite a lot of time In the tower. Curiosity takes over and they open the door to just find a room with old Knick knacks. Some old times, some crystal balls, a golden boombox, a few other things… wait, a golden boombox? And lo and behold, that was the source of the music. They both reach out to touch it, hoping to find out why a golden boombox was in this random room. But once both touch it, they feel a hard shock sending both of them out of the room. And now, the music is louder, playing through the room and the girls come back to their senses and look at each other, thinking they should both be on the ground but instead, they have both hands on knees and shaking their asses to the music. And the music starts to get louder and Rin turns around, presenting her twerking ass to Luvia and her body doesn’t pass up the moment, slapping Rin’s ass sending pleasure through Rin, and making her ass grow bigger. And then Luvia copy’s Rin’s movement. Soon both girls are lost to the pleasure of the ass slaps with their now giant asses, becoming thick ass twerk slaves for the Golden Boombox

There was a rule in the Clock Tower. "Tohsaka and Edelfelt must not attend classes together." It wasn’t an official rule decided by the administration, or handed down by the lords, no, but rather one of the most incredibly examples of democracy that the notoriously hierarchical Mage’s Association had ever produced. It was communicated to everyone within the halls of that most hallowed institution with nothing more than a look and a nod, and not once did a mage dispute it.

Quite frankly the church was considering putting it down as an official miracle.

But the reasons for such a rule were unclear, if one were ever to meet either Rin Tohsaka or Luviagelita Edelfelt on their own. Both were perfectly reasonable, even charming young women, possessed of fierce, sparkling intellect and compassionate, powerful wills that made them two of the finest students that the Clock Tower could ever hope to produce.

The reasons were much clearer if one was ever so misfortunate as to see the two of them together.

It was like they possessed a supernatural sense (which of course they did, but in this case the meaning is one aside from the normal ones mages work with). Whether it be passing in the corridor, or entering the same classroom, or even just crossing on the opposite sides of a crowded square, as soon as there was a direct line of sight between them their eyes instantly snapped to it.

Then, one another’s presence acknowledged, they would immediately drop what they were doing, no matter how important, with casual, quick excuses, and begin to move towards one another. Not directly, of course – in fact, both would say that the now inevitable collision was a complete accident – but in the manner of two sharks steadily circling each other. And the closer they drew to one another, the more tension would start to crackle in the air…

This was the cue for everyone else to get the hell out of dodge.

Finally, as they were left alone, they would greet each other politely, like they were simply too colleagues crossing paths by chance, interested to catch up with what the other had been doing since last they spoke. Pleasantries would be exchanged – each subtly trying to one up the other. Smiles would become tense. Fists would clench. Mana would spark.

At this point, if neither was diverted from their course, disaster was inevitable. The best result that could be hoped for was a fist fight. The worst… Well, people had learned that there was simply no limit to the amount of damage two women who could turn their arms into machine guns and specialised in blowing shit up could do – and they had learned it the hard way.

Fortunately, by now there were plenty of people who knew the signs, and how to head them off. Shirou, Saber, and Sakura were almost always somewhere nearby to try to hijack Rin, while Luvia had no shortage of servants who would do the same.

Actual servants, that is – maids and butlers. It felt necessary to clarify that here.

But ‘almost’ was not always, and today the pair had found themselves with no supervision when they, by chance (or so they said), came across one another in the Clock Tower halls. So naturally, it didn’t take long for things to become heated.

“Careful, Rin,” Luvia smiled pleasantly, as if she was offering advice to a treasured friend. “I almost thought you were going to mix up Faldam and Endheim in our last class~”

And Rin was every bit as polite. “You mean like you almost did yesterday,” she giggled, as if sharing a joke with an old friend. “Don’t think I didn’t notice~”

The temperature of the corridor dropped 20 degrees. The last bystanders fled. Luvia chuckled. “Oh, come now, who pays attention to such little slips?”

“Of course.” Rin nodded. “But I would have felt duty bound to correct you. To make sure none of the other students got the wrong idea.”

The tension was starting to build. Neither woman had broken eye contact in over half a minute. “How kind of you. Naturally, if you had, I would have owed you quite the thank you note. To reward you for your diligence.” The blonde’s helpful smile struggled not to turn into a sinister grin, and only half succeeded. “Along with a little gift to help you enjoy yourself more – I’d hate for you to fall prey to the stress of our studies.”

The black haired mage was trying not to glare. “How kind! And I dare say with you leading the effort, it might have almost been half way functional!”

“Oh I’m sure it would have been! You would have danced the night away…”

By now, the two were alone, and both were subtly rearing back to jump at one another… Before something strange happened.

Music began to play.

Both mages blinked and looked up, trying to trace the source of the sound. It was unlike anything either of them had ever heard in the Clock Tower. It had base, it had a beat. Mages were old fashioned, their idea of modern music was Beethoven’s 9th. But this was… Hip hop?

Neither woman was all too clear on what hip hop was, exactly – they were mages too, after all – but they’d been out in the world enough to hear it from time to time, and this definitely sounded like it. So what the hell was it doing here in the Clock Tower?

“Is this supposed to be your little dancing ‘prank’?” Rin snorted. “Because it’s not working.”

“Of course not,” Luvia snapped, too distracted to keep up her pretences. “My prank would have worked perfectly. This is something else.”

Both of them grumbled, annoyed at how their little moment had been ruined. But soon their minds turned to the mystery at hand. They were curious souls, after all – in fact, many suspected that the reason they didn’t get on was because they were too much alike.

Besides, both were interested in showing up their rival by solving the puzzle first.

Casually, carefully, politely, both women began to walk, following the sound of the music. Even, measured steps, both of them carefully observing one another’s speed, making sure to move just a little bit faster than each other…

So within seconds they were both sprinting full pelt down the hall, each doing their damned best to elbow or trip their rival out of the way. It didn’t work – both of them were far too good at this game to fall at such an early hurdle.

Thus, both women swiftly arrived at the source of the music – a door at the end of a dusty, abandoned corridor. This on its own was strange enough – cleaning staff were usually quite on top of things around here. Bit weirder still, both Rin and Luvia were quite sure that they’d never seen this corridor before. A very unusual occurrence for two women who spent so much time in these hallowed halls…

That fact deterred neither of them, though. Instead they both plunged on ahead, forgoing caution in an effort to get ahead. The pair struggled over the door handle, and then discovered that the door was in fact push, not pull, as they fell over each other swinging inside.

Within was… Actually, it was quite mundane. Disappointingly so. There was no lost magic or fabled relics hidden at the heart of the mystery. It was just an old storage cupboard. Musty, dusty, and full of junk. Old tarot cards, a couple of crystal balls, a golden boombox, someone’s old golf clubs…

Wait, hold up a sec.

Rin and Luvia’s eyes narrowed, both gravitating to the stand out exception to the mundanity around them. There, on the middle shelf of the closet, was a device that both women kind of recognised as an old music player – a big one, which the mages were about 50% sure meant it was from at least a few decades back – but made from what appeared to be solid gold. And, looking at it with clear eyes, it was easy to see that this was the source of the music, heavy beats pouring out of the speakers on both sides.

“What a strange contraption…” Luvia muttered, studying it. “What could have brought it here?”

“Utterly impossible,” Rin agreed, rubbing her chin. “An enigma that requires thorough investigation.”

The two nodded, almost to each other, as they pondered their find. Then, as one, they lunged for the device, swatting and squabbling at one another as they tried to grab it first.

“Out of the way bitch!”

“I saw it first, tramp!”

Together they reached out, trying to grab hold of the golden boombox, their fingers brushing against it at the exact same instant-

Zzzzap!

And then with an almighty electric crack, both mages found themselves blown backwards, out of the storage cupboard entirely.

Oontz oontz oontz!

The rhythmic beat thrummed through the corridor, now drumming much louder than before. It pounded into the brains of the two dunderheads who’d set it off as they woozily tried to regain their bearings. Groaning, Rin and Luvia looked over at one another and-

“Huh?” Rin blinked.

“What are you…?” Luvia pursed her lips in confusion.

Both of them stared at their rival for a long moment, before looking down.

“What the fuck?!”

They had expected, given the force of the blast, to find themselves in heaps on the ground – but looking down, those expectations were defied. Both blonde and raven haired mages found themselves standing fully on their feet facing one another – but bent down at the knees, with their rears thrust out and bouncing with the beat.

Naturally, they both tried to stop – immediately and with great force – but their bodies wouldn’t budge, save to bob with the beat. No matter how hard they protested, there was nothing they could do.

“How did you screw up this badly, bumpkin?!”

“What do you mean me, this was your fuck up!”

Finding themselves helpless to move, the two mages turned straight to the next best thing – blaming and insulting one another. It made them feel better about the situation, just a little.

Or at least it did, until Rin found herself moving without meaning to again, this time to turn around and shake her money maker at Luvia. “H-hey, what’s going on here? Stop that!”

But her body didn’t stop, and soon her rear was dancing right in front of her worst enemy.

Oontz oontz oontz!

And then, before either of them could puzzle out what was going on, Luvia found her arm reaching up, extending to its full length over her head, her hand flattening out into a smooth palm, ready to swing…

Rin paled as she looked up. “H-hey, wait a sec…”

While Luvia just grinned. “Actually, I think I might enjoy this.”

Oontz oontz oontz!

SMACK!

The blonde’s hand swooped down like a bird of prey, slapping her rival’s ass with all the (considerable) force she could muster, clapping her cheeks so loudly that it echoed off down the corridor. Her hand stung a bit, but she had to admit, it was very satisfying.

The effect on said rival was quite peculiar, though.

“Ooohhh…” To Rin’s great surprise, the smack felt… good. Really, really good. So good that she almost couldn’t hold back a moan, her eyes rolling up in her head slightly, a hint of a golden spiral developing around her irises.

Unseen and unnoticed by her, although very obvious to Luvia, the raven haired mage’s ass began to swell, plumping up under her black skirt to twice its original size. Now it bounced with actual heft, swaying and swinging under the boombox’s beat.

Oontz oontz oontz!

And then once again, before either of them could fully process what was happening, the beat seized control again. This time it was Luvia’s turn to shimmy around, giving Rin full access to her read end, even if it was still wrapped in her blue skirt. And, having seen what had just happened to the other mage, the blonde was already trying to prevent a repeat performance.

“H-hold on a moment, Rin, before you even think of-”

SMACK!

“Oohhhh…” Just like her rival, Luvia moaned, pleasure shooting straight up her spine as her cheeks clapped, smacking the sense right out of her for a moment. Golden swirls were starting to spin faintly behind her eyes, and her ass was plumping up, tightening and straining her skirt to breaking point after one hit.

“As if I’d miss my chance,” Rin giggled, quite oblivious to what was happening to both her and her rival, still dancing merrily away. The seriousness of the situation seemed to be eluding her at the moment – and Luvia had to admit, with her head still ringing with pleasure, it was hard to focus on.

“I see,” the blonde muttered as she found herself turning again, Rin shifting to present her behind. “Then I’ll show you no mercy either!”

SMACK!

“OOOOHHH!” This time Rin didn’t even try to hide her cry of pleasure, her thighs rubbing together as her ass inflated even wider, now ripping her skirt and panties apart as it grew. The fabric floated down to the floor, and her bare ass bounced with rapturous rhythm, her thick cheeks now slapping together on their own. The gold spiral in her eyes quickened as her grin grew wider. “I’ll get you for that~”

“Please, you silly oaf, take this seriously…!” But Luvia’s half-hearted protest wasn’t going to convince anyone – especially not with the way she was smiling as she presented her ass.

SMACK!

“GNAAHH!!!” Her blue dress tore apart at the seams, her butt swelling out so wide, so massive that it could no longer be contained, even by her excessive frills. Her ass checks were now just as big as Rin’s, and they clapped just as loudly as they shook and shimmied to the boombox’s tunes.

Oontz oontz oontz!

And as she danced, not even resisting the pull of her body to give in to the beat, she realised that she no longer cared about putting a stop to this, or working out what was going on. It all felt so good, and the loud, pounding music drowned out every thought that tried to fight. Why resist, when it felt so good to give in?

Her will cracked, and crumbled to pieces as more sparks of pleasure zapped her brain, the dance driving everything else from her mind. She could see the golden spirals shining just as bright in Rin’s eyes too. It was time to finish this,

The two turned away from each other, both grinning with stupefied glee, and then jumped backwards-

SMACK!

- And slammed their asses into one another, sending twin jolts of pleasure straight up into their brains, and popping what was left of their sense like kernels of corn. Golden spirals shone in their eyes, replacing their pupils completely as they were utterly consumed by their booty bouncing beats.

Together, they turned to face to boombox, wide, vapid grins on their faces, and then they began to dance. Knees bent, asses out, they swung their hips up and down, from side to side, occasionally generating yet another large

SMACK!

and a chorus of moans as their butts slapped together in perfect harmony.

The heaviest, fattest asses to ever exist bounced and bopped, twerking for an audience neither girl could see, having swallowed up everything else about them. Their names, their magics, their talents, their skills, all of it had been turned into fat on their rumps, and they had enjoyed every second of it. From now on, they would shake their money makers endlessly, shaking their fat asses until the end of time.

It was one hell of a way to finally end their rivalry.

The door to the corridor slammed shut, vanishing from the wall it had appeared in – and taking the golden boombox, its tunes, and its two brainless booty dancers off with it. Another two victims claimed by the endless rhythms…

Oontz oontz oontz!

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Request: Part 4 of Hypnotist Jaune

Cardin Winchester, known for bullying Jaune and being an all around jerk, has noticed Jaune’s increased control over Yang, and realizes it clearly came from his hypnosis show, and he wants in on the action.

While looking into Yang’s strange behavior, Weiss and Blake are approached by Cardin who lures them to his dorm with promises of information on Jaune’s activities. Once there, the girls are knocked out, tied up, and brute force brainwashed by VR headsets and headphones. Due to his lack of tact, the girls are left in a permanent, but highly obedient trance. Cardin realizes he’ll need to figure out how to make them act normal to keep suspicions down, but first he wants to have fun.

We then see the two girls naked in Cardin’s room - Blake believing she is Cardin’s loving pet cat in heat, and Weiss acting as his obedient maid, serving him hand and foot.

Cardin Winchester was not a good man. He was not a smart man. He was not a brave man. He was not even an especially strong man. For as tough an act as he put on, he fled at the first sign of danger, his strategies consisted of ‘hit it until it breaks’, and he was an infamous bully known throughout the halls of Beacon Academy.

But what set him apart from everyone else, what got him into Beacon in the first place, really, was his gift.

Because Cardin Winchester was a lucky man. And that really accounted for everything else.

He could be trusted to show up in places at just the wrong moment, to hear just the words he needed to hear, to answer the only question on the test that he needed to get right. His luck was practically his semblance, with how reliable it was.

This was exactly as annoying as it sounds for anyone that wasn’t Cardin. They just tried to ignore it – and him – for the most part.

Which meant no one paid him any mind as he was walking back from class one day, heading for his dorm room (he’d lucked into getting one of the few single rooms on campus, and yes everyone hated him for it. He thrived on their tears) least of all Team RWBY – well, minus the Y – as they passed by, heading the other way.

“Yang sure has been hanging out with Jaune a lot, huh?”

“Yeah. Maybe she has a thing for him.”

“For Jaune? Really? Wow, there really is no accounting for taste.”

“Hey…!”

That was all he heard as he walked past Team RWB. But for some reason, it stuck with him, and he couldn’t help but ponder their words. It really was pretty bizarre, wasn’t it?

Yang, one of the hottest girls in the school, hanging out with vomit boy? No way. He couldn’t believe it. There was just no chance of that happening, not ever. After all, she’d turned him down, hadn’t she? Who’d go date Jaune over a stud like him? Nah, there had to be something else to it.

Hey… Hadn’t Jaune been the one doing that stupid hypnosis show back at the talent contest? Yang had been his assistant for that, hadn’t she? And he’d heard he’d hypnotised her a few times around the school since then. Maybe…

… Maybe he’d hypnotised her into being his girlfriend! That’d explain it! Someone as weak minded as that bimbo, she’d have to be weak to hypnosis. Ha, of course. No wonder they hung out all the time now. The idiot probably had her wrapped around his finger – or his dick. Cardin certainly knew which he’d choose.

Because, as it turned out, Cardin Winchester was just dumb enough to believe the truth, while everyone else simply assumed it would be impossible. And that too was luck.

… Well. Kinda.

How to put this information into use, though? He couldn’t just go and threaten Jaune into handing over his bimbo pet – the guy was thoroughly out from under his thumb by now. Besides, he didn’t really want that dweeb’s sloppy seconds, if you know what he meant. He wanted some girls of his own, and he doubted Jaune was going to share.

But then, hey – if Jaune could hypnotise someone, then maybe he could too! And he wasn’t going to rely on crappy hand-me-downs, either. No, he’d go get some modern tech to entrance some girl. No no, wait, two girls! Hell yeah, that was the spirit!

He’d even heard of something from some of his black market contacts that might just do the trick…

(No, don’t ask how he had black market contacts. It’d just depress you.)

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“I’m just saying, this has gone on long enough, you know? We know something’s wrong. I mean, she’s your partner. You know she doesn’t act like this!”

“Well…” Blake shifted uncomfortably. “People change.”

She knew that first hand.

Weiss was stubborn though, shaking her head as the two of them walked down the hall, travelling together back from the library. “Not like this. Something’s wrong. I don’t want to worry Ruby – I mean, they’re sisters, you know? But we have to investigate. Just… Just to be sure.”

The faunus knew she had a point. She was just as worried about Yang as Weiss was, even if she was more closed off about it. The blonde had changed – she was practically obsessed with Jaune now, and spent barely any time with her actual team. But that said…

“Even if you’re right, what can we do, exactly? If she won’t tell us something’s wrong, how do we prove otherwise?”

Weiss hesitated, clearly not having a response ready for her. “W-well…”

Unfortunately, someone else had an answer.

“Hey girls! Were you just talking about Jaune and Yang?”

Blake winced, while Weiss barely stopped herself from groaning out loud. Great. Cardin Winchester had arrived. The immediate, automatic response was to brush him away.

“Leave us alone,” the SDC heiress said with a glare. “This doesn’t concern you.”

But Cardin was used to being rebuffed, and easily withstood her ice queen powers. “Actually, I think it does. See, I’ve been suspecting that dweeb on my own for some time now. Didn’t know what to do with all the evidence I’ve collected – it’s not like the school’ll do anything. But if you two want to try, I’m happy to hand it over…”

That got the pair’s attention. Frowning, they exchanged a look.

Blake was the one that finally spoke up, looking at him suspiciously. “Why would you do that? What are you trying to gain?”

He snorted. “What, why am I doing something to make Jaune suffer? Do you really have to ask?”

… Actually, yeah, when he put it like that, it did suddenly sound like a stupid question.

The girls traded another look.

“Fine,” Weiss finally gave in. “We’ll see what you’ve got.”

“But if this is some kind of prank,” Blake followed her up, “then you’re in for a world of hurt.”

Cardin raised his hands innocently. “No prank,” he said, grinning. “I promise.”

-

“Nnnggh…” Weiss woke with a groan, her head pounding. It was one of those awkward rises to consciousness where you clung to sleep for as long as possible, but reality dragged you up anyway. She felt awful, like she’d been asleep for days, but hadn’t gotten any rest. What the hell?

She opened her eyes, but it didn’t seem to help. She couldn’t see a thing. Everything was dark, pitch black, like she’d been swallowed by a grimm. Oh, ugh, why had that been what she thought of? Ew ew ew.

What had happened? The last thing she remembered was going into Cardin’s room with Blake. The door had shut behind them, and there had been a funny smell in the air…

Then darkness.

Crap. Crap crap crap, what was going on? Was this a kidnapping? Alertness shot into her system like nitro fuel, boosting her to sit up – or to try. But to her growing horror, she found that her hands were bound behind her – and after a bit of wiggling, it was clear her legs were tied too.

Oh this was definitely a kidnapping. Great. What the hell was that idiot thinking? Didn’t he realise people would notice her gone immediately? … Probably not, actually. Cardin hardly struck her as a criminal mastermind. Fine then. She’d been kidnapped before. Being a Schnee was noteasy. But that meant she knew how to handle this. Just play the role of helpless damsel until she found her chance to escape, or someone came to rescue her.

Hopefully the former. She wasn’t sure her reputation could survive people finding out she was kidnapped by Cardin Winchester. Ugh.

Okay, time to get into her role. This darkness was clearly a blindfold, so if she could get someone to take it off… How scared should she sound here? Not too scared, she was still a Schnee, c’mon.

“What’s going on?” She called out, turning her head dramatically even though she couldn’t see a thing. “Is anyone there?”

The response she got was the one she should have expected, and she was kind of embarrassed that she hadn’t. A familiar groan from by her side, the kind that could only have come from a certain catgirl…

“Blake?” The heiress turned to the source of the sound. “Blake, wake up! We’re in trouble!”

There was another sleepy groan. “Five more minutes…”

Underneath her blindfold, Weiss’s eye twitched. “Blake this is not the time for one of your catnaps!”

That got her. Instantly, she heard her teammate sit up next to her. “Okay, first of all- Wait, what?”

There was a moment of silence as Blake quickly ran through the same calculations as her teammate. She, too, was familiar with kidnapping procedures. And then: “… When we get out of this, no one ever finds out, deal?”

The heiress nodded. “Deal.”

Yes, this little humiliation could remain between them. Unfortunately…

“I think I can agree to that.” Both women froze as a third voice made itself known. An entirely too familiar voice.

“Cardin!” Weiss snapped. “Let us go right now, or I swear when I’m done with you they’ll be finding different bodyparts in every kingdom! I’ll even mail your head to Menagerie so they can play beachball with it!”

“Hey, we don’t want it!”

Yeah, the ‘helpless princess’ act went straight out the window as soon as she heard the idiots voice. Some things were just too much to ask.

Cardin didn’t sound threatened, though. Instead, he was just amused. “Hey, I’ll be happy to let you go, girls! Just as soon as you’ve seen the show I’ve prepared. You wanted to know what Jaune’s been up to, right?”

The two women frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Blake was the one to speak up this time, confused and wary.

“You’ll see,” the Hunter chuckled. “It’s not as flashy as a stage show, but, you know, I made do with what I had. Enjoy!”

Click.

The sound rolled through both women’s heads as the visors (not blindfolds) over their eyes lit up, the headsets that they had unknowingly been wearing thrumming to life. Strange black and white spirals spun in front of the pair’s eyes, twisting at just a quick enough pace to instantly leave them feeling dizzy, and sound-proof headphones clamped down around their ears, already pulsing with strange, rhythmic beats.

Alarm and confusion quickly set in.

“What the hell is this?

“H-Hey! Get this thing off of me!”

But despite their struggles, the headsets didn’t budge. And inside them the lightshow only got more intense. Words flashed before their dazzled eyes, vanishing too quick for their conscious minds to register them, while subtle whispers tickled the very edge of their hearing, softly slipping in between their thoughts.

Watch

Listen

Don't Think

Obey

It wasn’t long before they were both starting to feel their heads growing foggy.

“What… What is this supposed to do?” Weiss laughed, her vocal chords warbling a little nervously. “You can’t… You can’t seriously think it’ll hypnotize us, right?”

Blake was even more adamant. “You fucking perv! Knock this off right the hell now!”

But with their headphones on, neither could hear anything, not even each other. They both faced against the hypnotic onslaught alone, steadily finding themselves overwhelmed by the subliminal tide.

Watch

Listen

Don't Think

Obey

And eventually, they began to falter. Their struggles stilled, their fists unclenched. Without meaning to, both Huntresses found themselves leaning back, their eyes locked on the swirling show before their eyes.

“Nn… That’s… N-no, this is… impossible… I’m… I’m too strong willed to be hypnotized…” The heiress’s disbelief seemed to give her some resistance, though it was clear it was nowhere near as effective as she wanted it to be.

At her side, though…

“This… This won’t… I… W-Watch…?” Blake squirmed in her bindings, her willpower starting to crumble. “L-Listen… Yes, I should… Obey? No… I wo- I wo- I Watch… Listen…”

And the bombardment didn’t let up. The whispers only seemed to grow louder, while the spirals flashed and spun, hammering every subliminal command into their softening brains.

Watch

Listen

Don't Think

Obey

“I can’t be hypnotized… I won’t be hypnotized… I… I’m not… h-hypnotized… I… I’m not… I…” Weiss’s voice hitched, her shoulders slumping. “… Hypnotized…”

Her tongue stilled, lips gently parted, a thin trail of drool starting to trickle down from the corner of her mouth. Her struggles had stopped completely.

And next to her…

“Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey.” Blake was starting to chant, slumped in place. She was drooling outright, a thick trail of saliva running from her chin to her chest. There wasn’t a trace of resistance left in her – her mind was toast.

And Weiss wasn’t far behind her.

Watch

Listen

Don't Think

Obey

“Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey. Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey. Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey.”

“Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey. Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey. Watch. Listen. Don’t Think. Obey.”

The two Huntresses, normally so different in every regard, chanted in complete sync, every word and breath delivered in the exact same emotionless tone, repeated without thought or care. The words dominated their minds, pushing out everything else, rendering them utterly mindless – utterly hypnotized.

Cardin grinned as he watched the pair settled, finally relaxing – or just going limp – on his bed. It sounded like they were done. Maybe he should stop the brainwashing and check?

… Nah. He was hungry. He’d see how they were doing after lunch.

He chuckled and headed out, locking the door to his room behind him – and leaving the headsets on full blast, boring a hole into the pair’s minds.

-

Okay, leaving them over lunch might have been a mistake. By the time Cardin got back, both Huntress’s brains were completely cooked. They were basically in a super suggestable trance at all times. They’d been entranced permanently.

Which might be trouble down the line, and he’d have to work something out to make the two of them appear normal around other people… But for now…

“Nya~” Blake snuggled up against his side, pawing at him. “Master, I’m soooo horny~” She arched, sticking her butt up in the air and wiggling. “Won’t you fuck me? Pleeease?”

She was, of course, completely naked - save for a red collar around her neck. The two of them were lounging in his bed, Cardin reclining against the headboard, while his catgirl nuzzled against him.

“Maybe later pet,” the Hunter chuckled, stroking her head and rubbing her ears, drawing a rumbling purr from her throat. “First, I think I need some refreshment. It’s been a long day. Maid?”

“Of course, Master.” In a flash, Weiss was by his side, presenting a cool glass of soda to him on a silver platter. Now that was what you called five-star service!

She was naked too – he hadn’t had a maid costume ready for her to use – but everything about her body language screamed ‘servant’. Her stiff posture, her silent presence, her attentive attitude, and her instant response time, all of it went towards making the perfect white haired maid.

Oh sure, the petite breasts being presented as proudly as her tray of drinks, and the blank smile on her face, those said ‘mindless slave’ more than anything, but it was impressive how well the Schnee heiress had the role down. She must have spent a lot of time around them back home. And now she’d be spending even more time practicing for her new master.

Said master grinned as he took the drink, leaning back and basking in his slave’s devotion. Oh yes. Problems might come up later, and he still hadn’t decided on what he was going to do next, but, for now…

Cardin Winchester was the luckiest bastard on the planet.

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Request: A continuation of the last Neptunia story:

The reality altering wave that Nep released in the last reverberate through the basilicom as they wash over the nearest person to Neptune at the time, Nepgear. The effects are slow and subtle at first, as Nepgear questions changes with uncertainty. Didn't she have a big gaming PC instead of that dinky hot pink macbook? And wasn't there a robotics workbench where the vanity littered with makeup and nail polish is? Memories of nights spent tweaking on machines at the bench slowly give way to memories of spending hours on the perfect manicure for pics to post on a cosmetics based social media account she can't even recall.

Nepgear fights back against he memories and even gets close to fighting them off despite the changes littering her room and body, only for her sweet, sweet older sister to bust the door down to her room, selfie stick in hand, already streaming. She tries to get the bimbofied Neptune/Purple Heart to snap out of it, but her mind is so modified the only Nepgear she sees is the one she's becoming, having no recollection she was ever any different. A combination of inadvertent gaslighting from her sister and more reality altering shares pouring in from Neptune streaming the two of them solidifies Nepgear's new existence as a technologically illiterate girly girl running a vapid makeup focused instagram-equivalent with her sisters help.

Crazy stuff happened all the time in Gamindustri. This was a place built out of RPG tropes and Action shooter dreams – of course insanity was par for the course. Quests were a way of life, and world ending threats happened every four or five years, depending on development cycle. Everyone was used to it, and for the most part trusted the four goddesses, the CPUs, to solve any big issues that popped up.

Okay, ‘trust’ might be too strong a word, but they were at least willing to leave the hassle of world saving to those four (and their sisters). It kept them out of everyone else’s hair.

Some problems were difficult even for them to solve though. Usually the ones that they caused themselves.

Especially the ones they caused themselves.

So it really shouldn’t be a surprise that Neptune’s ill advised plunge into adult streaming caused some ramifications that the people who normally hauled her ass out of the fire struggled to deal with! Or, person who normally hauled her- Nepgear. We’re talking about Nepgear, here.

That said, the ever lovable, somehow more mature both in personality and looks than her older sister, constantly put upon Nep Jr wasn’t even aware that a problem had occurred. No, she was off in her room as her sister started streaming, and though she was a loyal soul, she really wasn’t interested in watching her sister slut it up for shares. It felt kinda icky, if you asked her.

She didn’t really deserve her reputation as a wet blanket, but you could see how she got it, couldn’t you?

So when the basilicom rumbled, and a pink wave of light swept over everything, Nepgear… Okay, honestly? She didn’t think that much of it. The alarms hadn’t gone off, and there wasn’t a personification of video game piracy knocking down the doors, so… Well, it was probably nothing to worry about, right?

Besides, it’d bother her sister first if it was a real issue (that was how the order of protagonists went around here, unless this was a sequel, and they weren’t due one of those any time soon), so that meant she had plenty of time to finish her latest gadget before rushing out there!

Yeah, just because she was the saner sibling didn’t mean she wasn’t also kinda nuts in her own way, never forget that. Why, just look at her sinister mad scientist laughter over there by her workbench! “Yesss…” She smiled, cackling over her project. “Yes! Now I’ll show them just who the ‘wet blanket’ around here is!”

Ah. Right. Let’s keep that reputation comment from earlier between ourselves, okay guys?

“I’ll show them all! Just as soon as I- Huh?”

Alas, Nepgear’s flirtations with megalomania were never destined to last for long. Something always came along to snap her out of it sooner or later, and this time, it was her entire project disappearing in a shower of pink sparks.

“Heeey!” The confused CPU candidate lifted her welding mask, looking around. “Where’d my stuff go? What gives?”

But as she looked around, it swiftly became clear that it wasn’t just her secret doomsday project that was vanishing. Pink sparkles danced around her room, zapping things left and right. Before her eyes, she saw her massive Gaming PC (The one she’d pretty much designed herself, with all the parts she’d shoved into it) disappear in a flash, replaced by a pink macbook. Her bookshelves took on a pink glow, and then suddenly all of her engineering texts and software manuals had been replaced by girly magazines and fuzzy diaries. Even the rest of the tools on her workbench vanished, replaced by makeup and hairbrushes. Even the bench changed before her eyes, becoming a fancy heart shaped dresser, complete with a mirror to show her stunned expression.

What the hecking heck was going on here?

Stumbling to her feet, Nepgear watched in shock as the pink cascade ran through her room, zapping and changing whatever it pleased. Her wallpaper turned from purple with little gears to pink with little hearts. Her sensible wooden floorboards were replaced by a fuzzy pink carpet. Even her bed sheets turned from practical to frilly, with heart shaped pillows!

They also lost all the oil stains she’d left on them from late night engineering, so that was a plus.

But before she could really take all these bizarre transformations in, she saw those same pink sparks start circling around her. Uh oh. Nervously, she reached for her power as the CPU Candidate of Planeptune and- OH!

A shock of pleasure rushed through her as she touched against the faith of her followers, surprising her so badly that she lost her grip, and her transformation sequence fizzled. But in its wake it left behind a buzzing swell of pink energy crackling through her frame…

Nepgear’s head grew fuzzy, the world around her drowned out by a sea of pink cotton. Her confusion grew thicker, her concerns quieter. Her memories seemed to flicker in her head, shifting back and fourth between the room she thought she had, and the one she was now standing in. What was wrong, again? Hadn’t her room it always looked like this?

No… No, it hadn’t!

The purple haired maiden gritted her teeth, holding her head as her mind stretched, caught between two different histories. In one she remembered long nights working on her machines and devices, pouring over schematics and getting elbow deep in any tech she could afford with her allowance. In the other, her memories were awash with evenings spent practicing her makeup in the mirror, trying out different shades of lipstick and figuring out how to give herself the perfect manicure to post to her cosmetics based social media accounts…

Wha… What? No, she… She wouldn’t… Ngh…

Yeah, she’d be in bed by ten each night to make sure she got her beauty sleep… She’d read every issue of Nosmo that got printed, she had them delivered straight to the Basilicom, even if Histy said they were a waste of money~… Heck, she barely knew how to use a computer at all, let alone take apart any machines…

NEVER!

Nepgear’s nostrils flared as she drove back the false memories that were trying to seduce her. Beauty tips? Early nights? Technologically illiterate? Unacceptable! Completely unacceptable! There was no way that she’d ever-

“Hey Nep Jr!” Suddenly, the door to her room burst open, and in strolled…

“S… Sis?!?”

Yeah, that was definitely Neptune, in her upgraded form as Purple Heart… But, but was it really? Because Purple Heart was a cool, calm beauty, her aura of kindness only matched by the utter certainty she projected that she could give you a game over in a blink. And this woman… This woman was none of those things. There was nothing cool, calm, or killer about this walking porno parody! Purple Heart was busty, sure, but she didn’t have tits bigger than her head and an ass to match. The only aura she had was one of vapidness – she made you feel stupider just by looking at her!

Plus a big chunk of those dizzying pink memories in Nepgear’s head said she was called Purple Bimbo…

A Purple Bimbo with a selfie stick, already recording as she zipped into the CPU Candidate’s room and hooked an arm around the younger sibling’s shoulders, yanking her into a very lopsided one-armed hug. Nepgear couldn’t help but blush, feeling her sister’s incredible bust pressing up against her more traditional curves…

“Hey, sis, what’ve you got to say for our viewers?” The Goddess(?) giggled, angling her selfie stick so her phone could record both of them. “I’m just doing a lil’ preview before my big 18+ in a few minutes, so make it cute~”

“Wha…” Nepgear gaped as her face turned red. “What are you- Sis, snap out of it! Something’s wrong, this isn’t you!”

“Eh?” The bimbo blinked. “Like, what do you mean, lil sis? I’m the same as I’ve always been! Drop dead sexalicious~” She winked for the camera.

Which just made her sister get redder. “No, no! You’re not supposed to be… this…” She gestured wildly at her sister’s expansive jiggly curves. “You’re my sister! You’re cool and smart and amazing and and and…!”

She’d gotten a little overheated, only calming when her sister’s hand started stroking her hair. “Awh, there there, Nep Jr. Calm down now. It’s totally okay! You just had a silly dream or something. We’ve always been like this!”

Minor panic attack soothed a touch, the Candidate looked up at her sister with confusion. “W-we?”

Purple Heart/Bimbo nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Me with my streams, you with your makeup tutorials and glam pics! This is, like, how we’ve always taken care of our shares!”

“Eh?” Nepgear blinked, her head growing fuzzy again. “A-are you sure?”

“Totally! So smile for the camera~”

Now, Nepgear was a young heroine with plenty of pluck. She’d saved the world through her own power and determination plenty of times, and she was fully capable of resisting the strange pink lust energy that had so thoroughly corrupted the rest of Planeptune…

“That’s a good girl! Really I’m super impressed. Like, I know you barely know one end of a phone from the other, so you having such a popular Ninstagram account is really cool! Anything for your fans, right?”

“A… Anything for… My fans?”

The problem was… Nep Jr was kind of a people pleaser. Like, ridiculously so. She could face off against a horde of monsters no problem, but leave her locked in a room with someone who would really like it if she thought up was down, and she’d be flying flipped head over heels wondering why all the floors were on the ceiling in twenty minutes.

People had lost count of the amount of times Vert had convinced her that she was actually a Leanbox CPU Candidate and to come home to her real big sister…

It was a problem for her. She was just easily swayed by people telling her things. And right now, the most important person in her universe (Since Vert hadn’t been allowed access to her for a bit, anyway) was telling her that she was a sweet…

… Vapid…

… Spoiled…

… Beauty obsessed little sister, who eagerly hoped to follow in her idol’s footsteps and become a social media sensation! Well, if she could work out how this ‘social media’ stuff was, anyway. Was it, like, watching TV with friends, maybe? Gawd, she was so bad with tech, but that was okay – it was all dumb anyway.

Giggling as her fears evaporated, she waved for the camera – and as it flashed, the pink energy ran through her one last time. Her white jacket top shrank, tightening around her middle and lifting up to expose her belly, while her skirt lost some fabric to become scandalously short. Her bust and butt swelled – not as large as Neptune in her full CPU form, but still pretty damn big. Her nails lengthened, gaining a coating of sparkly purple polish, and even her face got a nice layer of carefully applied makeup, perfect for the glam girl she was turning into.

Then, at last, the pink cascade ended – leaving a completely changed Planeptune – CPU and CPU Candidate all – in its wake. The two sisters blew kisses to Purple Bimbo’s camera to seal the deal.

Then the two giggled and snuggled against one another. “You feeling better now, Glam Girl?” The CPU asked. “You were sounding kinda weird there.”

Nepgear just smiled, nuzzling against her sister’s massive chest. “Totally. In fact…” Her eyes lit up. “I’mma jump straight into making my next tutorial! I found this, like, totally cute hair straightener that I’ve just got to show off~

Clearly she’d lost none of her manic energy, even if it was now pointed in a very different direction.

Purple Bimbo nodded proudly. “Sounds great! ‘Kay, I’ve gotta go get ready for my strip show. You can totally come join me if you finish quick!” Sister streams always brought tons of shares in.

“Kaaay~” The two separated with a quick kiss. “Knock ‘em dead, sis!”

“Will do!” The CPU grinned as she stepped outside. “Oh, and no more posting nudes on your channel! Viewers gotta pay for the goods~”

“Oh yeah…” Nepgear put a finger to her lips, the other twirling her amazing hair. “Y’know, I still have, like, no idea how keeps happening? I just wanted to check my messages in the shower…”

It sure was a mystery – one that the once upon a time tech genius had no chance of solving now. But that was fine. She had the support of her sister, and the love of thousands of fans as Planeptune itself was reshaped into a bimbo’s paradise. Really, what more could she want?

Oh, well, there was one thing. Giggling, she pulled out her phone and sent off a new message. Maybe Uni would like to get in and do a collab stream with her? It’d be, like, super amazing to have some fun with her best friend!

A new era was dawning for Gamindustri, but one thing was for certain: Things weren’t going to get any less crazy any time soon!