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Episode: ‘Tools of Fate: Vengeful Witch (1)’

Jeanne D’Arc Alter, Avenger Class. Futanari.

This situation was ridiculous but the Servant had little to do with the way this summoning happened. A ‘mishaps’, that’s how Da Vinci-chan had called it. To the ferocious Avenger from France, this was an outrageous situation as this not only humiliated in the long-run, but also put a wrench in any chance of her ever getting closer to her Master, Gudao.

I-It’s not like I want to be with him… but…

Despite her unease, Alter loved her foolish Master. Some said it was the ‘aftereffects’ of a previous encounter during a Singularity, but the woman that was born from the tainted mind of a depraved monster was unable to fully conceive the full scope of it.

In fact, despite how much it hurt her to see her Master hang around other girls (Mash excluded due to their primary closeness being somewhat acceptable), Jeanne was unable to make steps into that direction herself. And it was because of that fucking stick hanging between her legs.

Not only did it cause her ‘pain’ by merely existing, but it reacted readily to her emotions. If she was even so excited about something, a stiff tent would be pitched through her garment.

It would stress against the cloth and fabric, showing how ‘happy’ she really was and pretty much ruining it for her Master as he was a ‘vanilla’ guy by what she heard around.

Jalter was thus denied the opportunity of finding love… Again.

Anger was the first response, and she trashed a training room with her ferocity, but as that burned away as fast as it came, only tears and sadness remained. Why was she cursed like this?! She couldn’t tell and, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t deny she yearned for some intimate connection.

Months passed and… Jalter realized she wasn’t exactly alone. While many workers in Chaldea tended to avoid Servants, one seemed to stick around her the most. Menma was this young man that was just five years older than her Master, and yet carried through similar antics to Gudao. He was selfishly selfless in making time for her, he didn’t mind her snide remarks, and he… he didn’t mind her sudden boners.

“It’s a normal reaction, plus, it’s not like you are thinking of lewd things, right?”

“O-Of course not, you idiot,” Jalter rebuked, yet agreeing as they were merely eating lunch together.

Two more months went by and Jalter was… happier. She wasn’t exactly feeling the best, but she was smiling more. She was enjoying life even better than before. And as she realized that it was because of Menma… Well, Jalter shifted closer to him.

At first, not consciously as she was still reeling from being rejected by Gudao, but as time went on, her irregular visits to his room kept on happening. They wouldn’t exactly talk about much beyond her mentioning how the missions went.

Yet, this habit of hers ultimately led her to a rather peculiar situation.

“I am ba–!!”

Jeanne’s plan to surprise her only friend had failed successfully as she slammed the door open to find Menma in the middle of a masturbation session. While watching futa porn.

Not just normal futa porn at that. While the noise was muffled by his headgear, Jeanne’s golden eyes were wide open as she saw girls with dicks getting plowed in the pussy. Their tool flopping left and right, cum oozing from the tip relentlessly as they were decimated in bed.

“J-Jeanne? I didn’t- I didn’t know-”

“Quiet!”

The door closed, her eyes still fixed on the screen as she approached. She didn’t even address the hard-on flashing at such an indecent display, a detail that Menma noticed as he seemed to pick up on what was going on and didn’t move at all.

Slowly yet surely, Jalter’s eyes were soon aimed at his phallus. It was roughly a inch or two bigger than her own shaft, and it wasn’t even at full length just yet. Gulping nervously, all sorts of scandalous condemnation that should come naturally at such discovery failed to manifest in both thoughts and words.

Her balls were hurting, and her pussy was begging for her to get something from this.

Menma was trustworthy, he was her friend. And the stench of depravity was further driving her in a most dark plan that revolved around-

“I-I will tell others,” She mumbled, Menma’s eyes shooting wide open. “U-Unless… Unless you help me.”

Menma was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about this as Jeanne worried for another rejection. She braced for one but-

“S-Sure. But I am not like… going to suck it.”

She frowned. “I-I don’t-”

“Or get it close to my butt.”

She rolled her eyes. “I-I mean in dealing with it on my own.”

His eyes flashed realization and he then nodded.

“I guess that’s feasible.”

She was given a chair and… she removed most of the clothes beneath her waist. Her cock stood stiff and throbbing hard as veins were angrily pressed by the length, two fat red balls resting at the lower base while a blonde jungle presided above.

“Hmm.”

“W-What?” Jalter asked, feeling self-conscious about the long stare Menma was giving to her groin.

“You clearly clean it, but you should do something with that bush,” The young man remarked, “I could give you some help in either trimming it or shaving it. Also… you don’t masturbate.”

“O-Of course not. I am- am not a pervert.”

His eyes suggested this was a wrong answer.

“Considering you are a Servant, it’s right to say that each day, through the mana replenishment, you get more in your balls. If you don’t release it regularly, you’re probably going to get sick.”

That surprised Jalter as she hadn’t heard of this. Then again, she hardly knew how men did what they did with their ‘fapping’ sessions.

“So… I-I actually should-”

“Yep.”

Her cock twitched in attention. “H-How?”

Instead of telling, Menma merely interacted with his terminal and selected another video. A POV of a man doing it with a woman. She looked petite, with small breasts but… a nice ass.

Like that cheeky Saber Alter!

Her dick throbbed again, and yet her gaze was aimed at Menma as he wasn’t done moving. He provided her with a bottle of ‘lube’ and what appeared to be a sexual toy.

“You put the lube there, and then you stick your penis there. It’s meant to feel like the real deal and… it’s new, and I didn’t use it.”

Despite that last detail being meant to be reassuring, Jalter felt a little bit sad she couldn’t ‘compare’ their sizes for an accurate estimation. Nonetheless, her weird thoughts didn’t stick around for long as she saw the video being played.

The plot was cheesy, but Menma assured her it was a standard ‘porn plot’ and it was meant to be crappy. Yet the sex was… different. Lubing up the toy, Jalter glanced at the purple onahole and slowly set it close to her dick, her eyes nervously aimed at the screen and… and she imagined the cheeky girl being Saber Alter mocking her despite being close to be fucked.

One moment she hesitated, and the next one Jalter slowly penetrated the Onahole, mimicking the video. The feeling was utterly heavenly. She knew that sex was good- but she never imagined it would be so good for men. Her dick was just burning as her cunt oozed a copious amount of juices on the chair itself.

Twitching and making faces, the Avenger was utterly lost in that secret bliss that no girl could ever hope to achieve with their pussies alone. Her body was writhing in pleasure, her hands moving automatically to stroke more of her cock. She was closing in on her orgasm mere minutes into that unplanned masturbation, but she just couldn’t get there by fantasy alone. Not when it involved her in doing the plowing.

For some odd reasons, the sight of Menma fapping his cock while staring at her made those shameless faces, to be seen as a sow ready to be bred- it made Jeanne cum hard.

White bolts erupted from her dick, the tool aimed at her face as a few ropes of thick globules of sperm got to her welcoming mouth. It was a most unpleasant taste, but she gulped it ruthlessly out of shameful desire.

Her face was still stained by several other ropes, filthying her visage momentarily much to her chagrin… yet she was quite pleased to see her friend also climaxing. He had a toilet paper roll by his side, some of it already prepared to cover his head as he came hard against it.

The scent was driving her crazy, but it was all soon dumped in the trash bin beside the desk. She was given a towel to clean up and that was disposed in the private bathroom but-

“I suggest you do it again in a few hours in your own room. Maybe the bathroom.”

Jeanne frowned. “Why-”

“Remember when I said you could be hurting if pent-up?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Have you had strange ‘fits’ around your crotch.”

“...Yes.”

“Then you need to release a bit more for the first week. Then you can work to lessen the ‘workload’ and leave you to pick your own timing.”

A blush adorned the Avenger’s face at that ordering disposition, but she nodded nonetheless. As she left and appreciated the ogling aimed at her from Menma, something in Jalter was triggered.

A need to… rekindle a chance at romance. And even though her tool had made her struggle, she knew that her friend was going to ignore it if it meant love her deeply… and thoroughly.

She was blissfully unaware that competition was soon to form towards her understanding friend’s affection and dick.

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AN

First round is… Jeanne Alter from Fate Grand Order! Suggestions are open, let’s hear who comes next!