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Saber ran through the streets, jumping from rooftop to rooftop as she went in the direction of the connection she had with Shirou. It was faint, but she could tell where he was.

It was impossible to tell how long it had been since Shirou had left the house. For all she knew, Shirou never returned and was in a desperate situation where every second counted. She wasn’t sure what would stop Shirou from summoning her with another Command Seal, but it hardly mattered.

Whatever the case, Saber would find out and rescue him from doing so, depending on the situation. If he held back from doing so because he didn’t want her getting hurt, she would have…words for him.

The connection with him told her that she was close. Very close. She landed on the ground and could tell it was in the building across the street, filled with people.

Saber stared at the building, feeling nothing magical coming from the place, yet her instincts were going crazy. It was almost as if she was standing before Berserker again with how much power it radiated. There was no indication that there was anything else going on. People freely went in and out of the place, but that did nothing to help her relax.

‘When it comes to Magecrarft, never take what is happening on the surface as the truth.’

There was no way that she could go through the front entrance. It galled her to act like an assassin, but discretion was the better part of valor. She had to be careful with Shirou’s life possibly on the line. Once she reunited with him, then she could go from there.

Artoria moved around the building, looking for another way in. There were no windows. They were too high and would catch attention even if no one saw her. Thankfully, she found an entrance through the back of the building. With little effort, she forced the door open and stepped inside.

She looked down the hall, hoping to find any indication of where to go, but sadly there were none. Thankfully, her connection with Shirou was more potent and enough to figure out his direction. Her instincts told her it was ok to continue, and she pressed on.

Artoria moved through the building, mindful of her surroundings. ‘Odd for such a event there is little to no security.’

There were no guards or cameras to ensure no one was going where they shouldn’t, no matter how much she moved into the building. It was as if the place had forgone all sense of security.

She passed by a lounge area, and the wrestling match on the TV caught her attention. A dark blush adorned her face when she saw it was between two beautiful young women. One was a brunette with long black hair, while the other had short silvery-white hair. Both of them moved expertly and wrestled each other, but it was clear that the silver-haired woman was the better wrestler between the two of them. Yet what caught her attention the most and made her temper burn was their giant breasts. Their massive mammaries bounced and smooshed together, and her nostrils flared.

Artoria looked down at her small bust and covered her modest chest despite being alone. As the match continued, she narrowed her eyes at the immense mountains the two girls had. Those girls' breasts were, without question, the vastest she had ever seen. They bounced on the screen as if they were taunting her.

Artoria exhaled sharply. “Do not get lost in thought. You are here to find Shirou.”

With her goal in mind, she continued her search through the building. She relied on her senses, letting them extend out, trying to figure out where Shirou was. Once she had his location, she blitzed in the direction Shirou was in.

Footsteps made her come to a halt and lean against the wall. They got louder, and her eyes narrowed as she braced herself for a fight. Her mind ran through all of the possibilities of what they might look like.

They entered the hallway, and Saber saw it was a young brunette woman dressed up in a fine dress suit. She was looking down at a clipboard, writing something down on it. Artoria’s hands curled at the sight of the woman's large bust, glaring at them as if they were an enemy Servant.

Artoria snarled. ‘Does every woman who works here have large breasts!’

The woman looked around and then descended a path opposite Artoria's. As she walked away, Artoria braced herself to knock her out if she looked back. Thankfully the woman continued to walk further down the hall until she entered another room.

Artoria sighed. “Get a hold of yourself, Artoria. Do not let unimportant things like this bother you.”

She closed her eyes and focused on trying to find Shirou here. Instinct immediately came to the forefront. Again his presence flashed in her mind, and this team knew exactly that he was just down the hallway where the busty brunette had been.

Artoria carefully moved down the hall, bracing herself for any sudden traps. She stopped when she reached the doors. Artoria summoned Excalibur, readying herself for what would happen next. She entered the room, wondering what she might find.

To her shock, she saw that she was in a luxurious room. Large comforters and reclining chairs. There was a large TV in the room, a fridge, and a small kitchen.

Artoria saw there were two people in the room. One was a handsome man, and the other was a buxom redhead with the thickest ass she had ever seen. It stood out behind her as if someone had grabbed a pair of volleyballs and taped them to her backside. She had two wide striking hips and thick thighs that would have made everyone lust after her. The redhead clung to the man in shock, staring at Saber in fright.

‘I know he is in here, but where is he?’

"Saber?" The redhead let go of the man. "Why did you just barge in like that? You almost gave me a heart attack. Though I guess should have left you a note something since you would have found me eventually."

Saber blinked. "What?"

The redhead shimmied around, biting her lips. “So this is Rodin. He’s the owner of this place.”

Rodin said. “Hello.”

Again Saber's eyes went to the redhead. She looked over the redhead and noticed the strong similarities between her and Shirou. The color of her hair, her eyes, and the shape of her face. It was as if she was looking at Shirou's twin with how eerily similar they were.

'But that still wouldn't explain where Shirou is?' Then she noticed the Command Seals on her hands, designed like Shirou's.

Suddenly an idea struck her that made her jaw drop. Despite how hard she tried to wrap her mind around the possibility, she couldn't accept it. Yet she knew through her connection that this was her Master.

“Shirou, is that you?”

The redhead blinked. "Saber why are you calling me that? You know my name is Shirona.”

“What? No is isn't?” Aroria’s screamed. Again she studied Shirona and then noticed he had had three Command Seals. “Shirou, how did you get a third Command Seal?”

Shirona shrugged. “Oh it just came back to me after my match. I didn’t think of it much since I was finally able to live out my dream of being a wrestler.”

Artoria couldn’t help but stare at Shirona. “That…that wasn’t your dream at all!”

“What? Of course it is. I know I told you about it a few times.”

Rodin shrugged. “Well she’s happy here at least Ms. Saber. That’s for damn sure.”

“Yeah, I finally get to make a living doing my dream profession!” Shirona squealed. Rodin patted her back, and Shriona visibly glowed as if she had just won the championship belt.

Artoria glared at the man. “I do not know what you have done to him, but you will reverse it, or else you will suffer my wrath!”

Shirona said. “Saber calm down! Why are you threatening him?”

“No, not when it is clear that this man has twisted your mind and body into this…this womanly form and made you his toy. And you will reverse what you have done to him.” Artoria pointed the tip of her sword at him.

Rodin didn’t seem at all phased by it. The smile he had, became a mocking smirk. "It's quite rude to point a weapon at someone you know. I'm sure we can just talk things out like adults."

Artoria rushed forward, and he raised his hand. She swung her sword, and Excalibur seemed to collide with an invisible wall. An ugly snarl formed as she struck it again and again.

"This will not stop me!"

Rodin said. “Shirona, I need you to use your Command Seal to change her class to Ruler.”

Shirona cried. “Saber stop!”

One of the Command Seals on Shirona's hands burned as its power activated. Saber stopped, her sword raised to strike down someone before her. She could only stare at the man and Shirou.

“Shirou, what are you doing? Stop helping him! You need to remember your true self!”

Artoria stared at Shirona's eyes, praying she would find some semblance of her old self in her eyes. Sadly all she could see in her eyes were confused panic. Rodin squeezed Shirona's shoulder, and despair gnawed at her heart. The gleeful warmth and adoration she had for him destroyed the mess of emotions she had.

Shirona turned back to him with a frown. “Saber, why are you acting all crazy? Everything is fine. There was no reason to attack him!”

"There is more than enough reason to do so, considering what he has done to you!"

"My body?" Shirona examined herself and then frowned. "Saber, there is nothing wrong with my body. What are you talking about?"

Shirona looked at her Artoria and cringed at the pure rage in her eyes. She stepped back, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to run away.

“Shirona I know what would be a good help for her. Just say after me, by the power of my Command Seal, change your class to Ruler.”

“What?” Saber balked. “What are you talking about? There is no class known as Ruler!”

“Oh but that is where you are wrong, Artoria. Ruler is a special class that only a few can access. It only activates when the Grail is having some problems that need to be dealt with. However if someone knows about it, then they can activate it outside of its normal parameters like this.”

Shirona said. “It won’t hurt her, will it?”

“Shirou!”

“Not at all. At worst, it would only be a momentary discomfort for her, but in return, she will gain some new abilities.”

“Ok. By the power of my Command Seal Saber, I order you to change your class to Ruler!”

Excalibur, the armor she wore, and her dress disappeared. Artoria blinked, unable to fully comprehend it. Just as quickly as her arms and armor. The only thing keeping her decent was the clothes she had worn originally. A burst of light appeared around her body. New clothes formed around her frame, and she stumbled as white heels formed around her feet.

Something formed on her head, making her blink at the sudden weight. Artoria reached up and pulled them off but could only pull them down to her sight. To her surprise, it was a pair of white bunny ears. The pace of her heart increased when she saw the rest of her attire. A horrified gasp escaped when she saw her legs were covered in bright blue stockings, and a white Playboy leotard was wrapped around her midsection.

Saber's face darkened. “What! You changed my class? How were you able to do that? And why am I wearing these clothes!”

“Its a side effect of the Ruler Class, for some reason it has a habit of putting Heroic Spirits who qualify for it into swimsuits.”

Shirona bit her lips. “A playboy bunny outfit isn’t a swimsuit though.”

“Just like how the Archer Class is really made of archers,” Rodin snarked, much to Shirona’s confusion. “Don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t understand.”

Saber spat. “Do not act as if I am not here!”

Artoria rushed forward, and Rodin raised his hand. A bright blue barrier appeared before her, yet she refused to be deterred. Artoria pulled her arm back, and it collided with her fist. To her shock, the barrier remained. “What is this? With my magic resistance this should have fallen in seconds.”

“Part of a backup measure I had. You might no longer be a Saber but you are still the great and mighty bunny king!”

“Do not call me that!”

“Relax. It was just a little joke.”

Rodin turned to Shirona. “Shirona, could you please tell her to grow up with your Command Seal? It seems like she’s just going to keep going at it, and I don't want anyone to get hurt.”

“Ok. Sa-Ruler, by the power of my Second Command Seal, I order you to grow up!”

Artoria cried as she could feel her body change. Within seconds, her hips broader in one loud snap, rivaling her shoulders' width. The leotard of her new clothes dug into her buttocks as her bottom cheeks swelled, the taut tone remaining despite their increasing girth. Burning need erupted from her loins. Yet the most shocking part of all was her ballooning chest. Heat poured into her face as the small perky breasts she had exploded in size, rivaling her head and straining the confines of her attire.

"So...so...big."

She grabbed handfuls of them, flinching slightly at the unexpected bolts that went through her body. Trying to conceal them would be an exercise in futility with how massive they had become.

Rodin chuckled. “Wow those are a nice set. I didn’t think you would end up THIS big.”

Shirona nodded her head, staring at Artoria's bust. “Yeah, but even so, she’s not the biggest I’ve ever seen. Nela still has the bigger bustline. Not sure about Asuna and Leafa's, though.”

Artoria’s fury spiked, and she glared at Rodin. “You’ll regret changing my body into this warped sexual parody by the time I’m finished with you.”

"I didn't warp your body into this." Rodin chuckled. “That order Shirona gave, all it did was age you up, your majesty. Your body is all natural, just like the rest of the girls here.”

Artoria stopped, refusing to believe him. Yet her instincts were telling her that he was telling the truth. “N-No you’re lying! You have to be!”

“I am not lying at all. Yeah you got jipped hard by Avalon. If you had made your lance your main weapon, then this would have been the body you would have ended up with.”

Artoria gritted her teeth. As much as she didn't want to believe him, her instincts told her he was telling the truth, as shocking as it was to hear. “Damn you, Merlin.”

“And might I say your majesty, those boobs definitely are worthy of royalty such as yourself.”

“You!” Artoria went to rush him. However, Shirona came from the side and slammed her ass into Artoria’s face with the power of a guided missile. The two of them slammed into a wall and slid down it. Artoria went to push herself off, but Shirona sat on Artoria’s face.

“Mhhh!” Artoria cried. Her face burned at her current situation, but she refused to give up.

Shirona pulled away and slammed her massive ass on Artoria’s face again. A dark blush formed as she kept sitting on Saber's face, pushing down on them with all her might.

“Shirou!” Artoria gasped. And then took another faceful of Shirona’s massive ass, preventing her from breathing. She grabbed the sides of Shirona’s cheeks and tried to stop her, but the constant slamming on her face and the speed she moved stopped her.

“Sorry Sa-Ruler, but you got to stop. This is getting out of hand!” Shirona smothered her bottom cheeks against Artoria again. “There’s no reason to fight.”

Artoria managed to force Shriona off her. For a moment, her senses were thrown out of whack, and she struggled to get herself under control. Instincts screamed at her to get up, and she did so, stumbling forward in the process. The weight of her massive bust pulled her down, even though her engorged ass acted like a counterbalance to them.

Rodin smiled. “Shirona, do you think it would be a good idea if she worked for Hell’s Arena? I think it might give her the eye opening experience she needs to see this place isn’t as bad as she thinks it is.”

Artoria slurred. “No!”

Shirona smiled in glee, and Artoria’s heart fell into her stomach. “Yeah, I think just a little bit of time will show her that you aren’t a bad guy. I don’t know why she thinks like that, but I’m sure she will see how nice you and everyone else here is....aside from Kiriko.”

“No! Shirou its a lie! Don’t!” Again Artoria rushed forward, hoping she would be able to stop her.

Shirona raised her hand. “By the power of my Third Command Seal! I order you to work for Hell’s Arena!”

Artoria’s mind fogged as her anger about this situation passed. She fell onto the ground, her impressive bust providing cushion from the impact. A dull look appeared in her eyes. Drool formed at the edge of her mouth.

A sense of feeling slowly came over Artoria. Someone lifted her and helped her to her feet. She swayed from side to side, her hair tickling the top of her butt.

“Ruler?” Shirona cupped Artoria's face and made her look at her. Seconds passed, and she still got no response from her. She snapped her fingers.

Rodin traced Artoria’s jaw, bringing back some of the light in her eyes. She blinked and looked around. Slowly her senses returned, and she realized where she was and what she had been doing.

“Ruler are you ok?”

Artoria smiled. “Shirona, call me Artoria. That is my actual name.”

Shirona blinked and then smiled in surprise. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m happy I could finally learn your real name.”

“Welcome to Hell’s Arena, Artoria. I’m sure you will love your time working here.”

Artoria looked down at her developed frame and smirked. I already like how things have started.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find even more things to love later on.” Rodin looked at a clock. “As much as I would love to spend more time with the two of you. Its almost time for your match Shirona.”

“Oh my god you’re right. I have to get going!” Shirona rushed out of the room, her ass swaying magnificently from side to side as she did.

Rodin turned to Artoria, who stood a little straighter. She smiled at him sensually. His eyes focused on her bust, and pride welled in her chest at the attention she was getting from him.

“You might want to head to the arena. Nela and Shirona’s match will be starting soon and a good ruler doesn’t keep the crowd waiting for too long do they?”

Artoria nodded. “No they don’t.”

Artoria turned around and then got a firm spank on the ass. With delight, she shook her butt, wiggling her cottontail as much as she could. “Oh this bunny need a good spanking!”

“Well happy I could do so. I guess you can consider it your welcome to Hell’s Arena. I know you’ll do us proud, Artoria.”

Artoria swayed her wide hips as she strutted out of the room. The crowd's roar got louder, and for a moment, a smirk appeared, knowing she was close. Shirona stood by the entrance, waiting for the go-ahead.

“Good luck Artoria.”

“Don’t worry Shirona, I don’t need luck. Put on the best show you can.”

“I promise I’ll give it my all!”

Artoria laughed as she made her way to the ring. The crowd hollered in glee at the sight of her. Glee went through her, and she gave them a smile befitting her status as a referee. To reward them, she put more of a bounce to her bust and rolled her hips. Everyone in the stands eyed her luscious figure to her glee.

Most of them quieted when she reached the center of the stage. A few continued to talk, but with one stern look from her, they immediately silenced. She smiled again, and the patrons visibly eased.

“Thank you, everyone, and let me be the first to say, welcome to Hell’s Arena!” Artoria chuckled as the crowd cheered. My name is Artoria, and I will referee this match and any future matches. We can leave the commentating to someone else. I know why you are all here. You all want to see a good match between our best. Isn't that right?”

Artoria laughed as the rest of the crowd cheered. “I know Nela and Shirona are a pair of good girls, but a lot can happen in the heat of the moment. Speaking off those two, let’s bring them out.”

The entrances for the stage lit up as the two walked to the ring. Nela made sure to shake her chest and blew kisses to the crowd while Shirona waved at the onlookers. They stepped onto the stage, and the arena filled with tension. Despite that, Nela and Shirona were relaxed and had cheerful grins.

Shirona jumped around. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. I was amazed by you, ever since I first saw you fight.”

Nela rolled her shoulders. “Happy I could make a dream of yours come true. I’m sure you won’t disappoint.”

Artoria raised her hands. “Now then, I want a good, clean fight between the two of you. I don’t want any dirty hits. You got it.”

Nela giggled. “Of course.”

Shirona smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of them shook hands. A faint awe came from some of the audience.

Artoria cleared her throat. “Alright, step back the two of you, and get ready.”

Nela and Shirona stepped to opposite sides of the ring. Artoria raised her hand, and she could see the two of them ready. They lowered their bodies, their muscles coiling like serpents, prepared to go on the offensive.

“Go!”

Like gunshots, Nela and Shirona launched at each other. Artoria smiled as the two grappled and tried to get an advantage over the other. The crowd's roar made her smile as she watched, enjoying the fight as she ensured neither would do something they shouldn’t. ‘This will be a good match.’