January Shorts (Patreon)

Hi folks!

Well look at that, February is here already. Time certainly is flying!

A little too fast for my tastes, honestly. This one was difficult - not because of the requests, happily, they were all great, but good lord so much unexpected stuff came up to steal my attention this month, (Seriously, January was hell).I hope the quality didn't suffer too much - and I really hope you enjoy the reads. Have fun out there folks:

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Request: Yugioh GX - In an alternate universe where Duel Academy is a college, Alexis is tired of always being left on the sidelines or unable to help whenever something goes wrong. Lucky for her, someone (who is definitely not Yubel) is willing to help her out by giving her a special locket that’s guaranteed to make her a better duelist. They may have forgotten to mention it’ll also turn her into a bimbofied magical girl the process but that’s probably not a deal breaker, right?

Alexis Rhodes was in an unusually sullen state, wandering around Duel College on her own, barely noticing the world around her as her mind focused on her memories of the past. Specifically, on her memories of the various dangers that had cropped up here on this island… And how useless, or worse, she’d been against them.

It was a subject that had been haunting her for the past few days, slowly lowering her mood and distracting her from her studies. There had been a time when she’d been one of the strongest duellists around. She’d earned her place in Obelisk Blue! She’d been known as one of the top students in the entire school!

… So what had happened? Lately, it just felt like she was facing loss after loss. Sure, she could win a casual match or two, but when it was important she was getting stomped into the floor! What kind of record was that? It wasn’t just humiliating, it was horrifying. When she needed to help her friends the most, she failed. And that was when she even got to take part at all, instead of just being stuck on the side-lines cheering Jaden on…

It was something she just couldn’t get past. Even if she was happy with the way things had turned out… After all, she had her pride as a duellist. Sure, she always tried not to be arrogant about it, but there was only so much humiliation a girl could take. She couldn’t let it happen again. She had to get stronger somehow…

Of course it was all too easy to say that – far harder to find a way to do it.

Alexis sighed, finally looking up and taking in her surroundings. She’d wandered pretty deep into the woods, it seemed. Not so far that she couldn’t walk back, but far enough that the shadows were getting quite dark around her. She wasn’t worried, of course. These woods were quite safe for her. This was just the kind of place she needed to go to be alone with her thoughts.

Which was why the voice that spoke up next to her was such a shock.

“Hello there, girl…”

The blonde jumped and spun around, her duel disk up and ready in front of her. “Who’s there?!”

There was a chuckle from between the trees, and a cloaked figure suddenly emerged from the woods right in front of her – moving so soundlessly she wondered if their feet were even touching the floor. “You can relax, girl. I’m here to help you~”

Alexis’s eyes narrowed, and her duel disk didn’t lower. “I’ve heard that kind of talk before. Weirdos like you are never the ‘help’ you pretend to be. Get away from me before I start drawing.”

The hooded figure tilted its head, and for a moment the duelist thought she could see a smirking pair of lips beneath its deep shadows. “Even if I can offer you the strength you desire most?”

She’d already been reaching for her first card, but as the figure spoke, the blonde found herself hesitating. The strength she desired…? Her eyes flicked back up to the figure. “How do you know about that?”

The figure laughed. “How can I not? It’s written all over your face, in your every step, your every glance! Your weakness hangs around you like a smog, and your anger at it burns bright in your heart.” The figure stepped closer, and Alexis found herself stepping back, bumping into a tree mid-step. “It is obvious, if one has eyes to see. Though I suspect that those you call friends don’t notice…”

The duellist’s lips thinned into a line, and she glared at the figure. “Leave my friends out of this.”

She had no desire to admit that her mysterious visitor had struck a nerve.

But the figure didn’t relent. “Reject it all you like, the truth is the truth. Do they even see you as an equal, anymore, or are you just their cheerleader…?”

“Enough.” The blonde’s glare intensified. “I told you, I’ve heard this spiel before. I’m not going to turn against my friends for something as trivial as power. If that’s all you have to say to me, then get out of my sight.”

Yet still, she didn’t draw from her deck. Something stayed her hand – some part of her that still wanted to hear whatever this person was trying to offer…

And the figure seemed to understand that – finally changing their approach. “Very well. I’ll cut to the chase.” They reached into their robe, and then pulled out a shining gold locket, dangling it from their surprisingly feminine hand. “Here. The answer to all of your problems.”

Alexis stared, her brow furrowing. “What’s that supposed to be? A good luck charm?”

“Oh, far more than that.” She thought she caught sight of the figure’s smirk again. “This magical pendant will make you exactly what you wish to be – a better duellist.”

“Right…” The blonde sounded unconvinced – but still, she was listening. “Because little shiny baubles are great for helping you shape up your deck. Makes perfect sense.”

The figure laughed. “Come now. You know better than to dismiss offers like these out of hand. Here, take a look.” They flicked their hand, and the locket flew through the air, Alexis catching it by reflex. “If you don’t believe me, you don’t have to use it.”

The duellist frowned, but inspected the pendant anyway. It was a small locket in the shape of a heart, strung with a thin golden chain. Honestly, it didn’t look any different from the kind of cheap jewellery that you could pick up practically anywhere. Curious, she popped it open, revealing an oddly pink looking ‘B’ inscribed in its centre, beneath the lid… And that was it.

“Huh.” She bit her lip. This was all starting to feel like one big prank – the last thing she needed right now. “What’s so special about… Uh.”

She looked up. The figure was gone. Looking around, there was no trace of them at all.

“Okay… Creepy.” And kind of typical, come to think of it.

Alexis took a breath. She should, she knew, take this pendant, and throw it in the nearest lake. It was either going to be a cruel joke, or more trouble than it was worth. And yet, still… What if it worked? What if it really could put a stop to her feeling so useless around here? Wouldn’t that be something?

She rolled the little gold trinket around in her palm for a moment… Before shoving it in her pocket with a dismissive grunt. Whatever. It wasn’t like it was going to work, anyway.

Though, as she turned away to make her way back towards the school, she could have sworn that her pocket felt warm for some reason…

…

As it turned out, though, Alexis swiftly forgot all about that encounter, getting wrapped up in another series of escapades with her friends that had ended up completely eating up the rest of the day. She’d done her best to keep her dower mood from showing to them, of course – it was her problem, not theirs, and she didn’t want to inflict it on them. Of course, that had gotten harder when she’d been relegated to the side-lines for the big duel at the end…

But she didn’t remember the locket until she was getting ready for bed that night – the trinket falling out onto her bed as she folded her clothes away for the laundry. Immediately it caught her eye, and she picked it up by the chain, staring at it suspiciously. Could it really do what she’d been promised? And if it could, what kind of price would she pay? She’d dealt with these kinds of things enough times to know there was always some kind of price…

Her memory flashed back to countless defeats, and an endless parade of being stuck cheering for better duellists to save the day. Her fingers around the chain clenched into a fist.

… Well, as long as it was her paying the price, it’d be fine, right? As long as it didn’t hurt her friends, why not? Why shouldn’t she try this thing out? She could always throw it away if it proved dangerous. She wasn’t an idiot like some people – she knew how to give something up if it was harmful. Besides, it was probably just a prank.

Mind made up, Alexis spread the chain between her two hands, and pulled the loop over her head, letting the pendant rest against her chest. Then she closed her eyes and waited. Waited. Waited…

…

… Nothing seemed to be happening.

She let out a breath that she hadn’t even really noticed that she was holding, and chuckled at her silly self. Of course nothing happened. It was just a junk trinket. Nothing she needed to wind herself up over. Geeze, she was really getting tired if she was taking this kind of nonsense seriously!

Chuckling nervously at herself, and trying to ignore the deep pang of disappointment in her heart, the blonde finished tidying her uniform away and laid down in her bed, soon drifting off to a troubled night’s sleep.

The golden pendant still resting against her chest entirely forgotten…

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Her dreams were strange. She found herself floating in a dark void, suspended in nothingness, while around her, Duel Monsters cards fell like rain, brown swirling cardbacks tumbling end over end. Among them, she could see her cyber girls, Jaden’s Element Heroes… Honestly, the longer she looked, the more cards she recognised as belonging to her friends.

But her reverie was soon interrupted by a booming voice from the heavens. “Why do you seek power?”

“Wh-What?” Alexis stared up at the sky in confusion. She had no idea what was going on.

“Why do you seek power? For glory?” The air shimmered in front of her, and suddenly the image of another Alexis appeared – this one smugly holding up a first-place trophy. “For domination?” And then another image joined it, this one of her defeating Jaden in a duel. “For riches?” A third arrived, this one of an Alexis draped in jewels, her outfits covered in sponsorship slogans like you sometimes saw on high level duellists in tournaments. “Choose, and determine your fate.”

The blonde swallowed. This dream was weird. “I don’t want any of that stuff!” She half yelled, half growled. “If I did I’d earn it on my own! All I want is the power to protect my friends!”

There was a pause. The rain of cards stopped. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she’d said something wrong. And then…

“Huh.” A pink glowing light, about the size of her head, appeared in front of her, everything else fading away. “That’s actually a pretty good reason. I don’t think she was expecting you to choose that.”

“Uh.” Alexis blinked. “What?”

“The one who gave me to you.” The light zipped around her, completing a full circle before stopping back where it started. “She could sense the darkness growing in your heart and wanted to make it grow faster. She thought you’d choose to be a monster in order to win.”

“… Who did?” She knew it! She knew that figure had been way too suspicious to have good intentions! But who would do something like this?

“Eh, dunno.” The light did another twirl. “Doesn’t matter. Anyway! Let’s try something different, shall we?”

Alexis blinked again, shifting nervously. “Um. Different? Different how?” She paused, thinking, and then grew worried. “Shouldn’t I just be waking up now?”

“Well, you did put me on, I’m afraid!” The light shimmered, and turned into the image of a familiar golden locket for a moment, before reverting. “So I’m going to have to do something with you. But good news! I’ll make sure it’s a form that can help your friends. That’s what you wanted, right?”

The blonde’s heart sank. Damnit, she definitely shouldn’t have put the thing on. “I think maybe I should just try to train to grow stronger on my own-”

“Nonsense!” The light bounced in place. “You accepted me in return for power, and it’s power you’re going to get! We’ll just make sure you have a friendlier form for it than you would have if you’d chosen any of those other options.” Then it leaned in conspiratorially close. “Between you and me, good thing you didn’t choose wealth – the Midas effect is really clunky.”

“Wha-?” Before the duellist could question that, or any of this, a giant Duel Monster cards slammed down in front of her, a massive paper monolith casting her deep in its shadow.

“Now, let’s do this! You’re summoning your new power, Beautiful Ojou Obelisk Blue!” The card flashed and then revealed itself as a picture of Alexis herself – albeit, one with a few… changes. For one, her outfit was one the real Alexis wouldn’t be caught dead in, a skimpy mix between a cheerleader’s costume and harem girl’s, with a short flowing blue skirt, an exposed belly, and a white top tied by the biggest blue ribbon she’d ever seen. The whole ensemble made her chest look five times bigger than it really… No, wait, the Alexis in the card really did have breasts that big!

She stared at the image, spluttering as she tried to come up with some kind of response to this perverse image, but no words came. She didn’t know language harsh enough to say what she thought of all this. She wasn’t sure words had been invented yet that could express her feelings on the matter.

Which just meant that the locket light could keep on talking. “Isn’t she magnificent? And very friendly, if you know what I mean.” It flickered on and off in a way that might have been supposed to be a wink. “You’ll love being her! Now we just have to handle the required sacrifice to summon her up!”

“I’ll love… Wait.” Alexis blanched. “You can’t seriously plan on turning me into- into that, can you?” She was starting to get genuinely worried. “And what do you mean by required sacrifice?”

“Oh, don’t worry, we won’t tap your life points or anything. No, let’s get rid of something you won’t need while you’re being her…” Numbers flashed up over the duellists head. Concerned, she tried to make sense of them.

“140… IQ? … Wait!”

“No time for waiting, gotta get this sorted before you wake up. Don’t worry, this won’t affect your duelling skills, I know how important those are to you~”

Alexis grabbed for the light, trying to stop what was coming, but even as she moved the number began to drop-

“OH!”

And a gasp of delight ripped from her lungs as every nerve in her body lit up like an electric grid – streaming one thing and one thing only directly into her brain. Bolts of pleasure ripped through her thoughts as the giant card began to glow, and her body began to glow in kind, the number over her head plummeting all the while.

It wasn’t long before her chest began to expand, her breasts slowly starting to inflate even as her eyes rolled up in her head. Before long, her white uniform jacket was starting to unzip itself, slowly pulling down to reveal more and more cleavage as she grew. The sensation drew another pleased moan from her throat as the transformation had its way with her.

Her hips weren’t far behind either – her ass swelling up steadily, so much so that her skirt was soon starting to strain and rip around her growing cheeks. The squeezing sensation of it all made her tremble in place, her knees shaking from the overload rushing through her brain.

She could feel her thoughts starting to slow down, too. Could sense the way they were getting sticky and cumbersome, the way her normally fast deduction processes were becoming stumbling duductions instead. And then how they were getting even worse. She wanted to care. She wanted to stop it. It just felt so good that she couldn’t do anything about it – and then, as the number dropped past 100, and into the low 90s, she started forgetting that it was happening at all. Her trains of thought got lost in a thick, dull mist, her thought processes stalled out one by one, and the cogs of her brain rusted in place and stopped turning.

By the time her ‘IQ’ hit 69 and stopped dead at last, she was openly drooling into her tits, her eyes empty and vapid. There was a flash, and her uniform morphed into the one with a short skirt and plenty of blue ribbons – the outfit she would have previously never been seen dead in. And with that, it was done!

“Looking good, girl! How are you feeling?”

For a few moments, it seemed like the ‘new and improved’ Alexis wasn’t going to respond – simply standing there, staring into space. But then, slowly, she started to blink, and the rusty cogs in her mind began to turn – albeit, much, much slower than they had before.

“Ooohhh… Like, Lexy feels super awesome~” She giggled, her chest jiggling merrily as she did so. The duncified duellist licked her lips hungrily. “I wanna play some card games~”

“Perfect!” The light bounced happily. “Well don’t worry - you’ll be waking up soon. Then you can play all the card games you like.”

“Awesome!”

And towering over the two, ignored for the moment, the giant card that had once displayed ‘Beautiful Ojou Obelisk Blue’ now showed off the much more subdued image of the normal, less developed Alexis, as it slowly shifted into the face down position…

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Alexis woke the next morning with a happy, fluttering feeling in her heart, and a giggle on her lips. She felt better than she had in a long while. She wasn’t entirely sure what had caused the change, but she didn’t much care, either. Maybe she’d just gotten a good night’s sleep.

Either way, she was in the mood to get some fun duelling done. It had been too long since she’d just enjoyed the game. All this stressing out over world ending stuff didn’t suit her – she’d do her best to support her friends, and in the end, that was the important thing.

Though… had she had a growth spurt over night? Her top felt a little more snug than usual when she pulled it on. She checked in the mirror, but didn’t see anything different… Maybe it was just in her head. Whatever.

The duellist sighed in amused exasperation, before shaking her head and heading towards the door, golden pendant still nestled against her chest. It was a nice day, and she wanted to spend it with her friends.

Though, as she did so, she missed the way her reflection stared after her, shimmering into another, bigger breasted form for just a moment, a happy grin on its face. Yes, Alexis was in for a bit of a surprise when she next had a proper duel – and Beautiful Ojou Obelisk Blue (otherwise known as Lexi) couldn’t wait~

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Request: Nanoha - Ace of Maids mini. Hayate, now aware of the Enslaver's full potential, decides to have a little fun with former villain Miza Throne. (Maid outfit, possibly hot spring setting)

Hayate Yagami was an intimidating woman. Oh, not in person – if you met her on the street or just met during a party, you’d likely walk away thinking she was a perfectly charming young lady with a warm smile and an infectiously cheerful attitude. She certainly didn’t look like the kind of person who could level a city block with a wave of her hand! If you knew she could do that, then yeah, maybe she might come across as a little scary.

But that would be wrong too. Because, obviously, while she did have such power (in fact she’d find it more difficult to limit the destruction to just a city block than she would to unleash it at all), that wasn’t why she was scary either.

No, the true terror of Hayate Yagami was her scheming mind. She was… cunning. Devious. An expert manipulator of events and people both, with the kind of guile you would never expect to find hiding behind such an innocent face. Oh, she was still a good person, she fought on the side of love and justice without hesitation – it was just she was more than willing to get her hands dirty in the name of protecting the people she cared about.

And honestly, considering that most of the people she cared about could also wipe buildings off the map with a flick of the wrist, there was a strong argument that they needed to be protected by someone with a more insidious mind – lest someone else equally insidious take advantage of them. Things could get truly dire if something like that happened and Hayate wasn’t around to fix it.

Take, for instance, the case of Miza L. Thorne. A relatively minor crimelord, all things considered, but one who had lucked out when she got her hands on a particular ancient artifact – a hypnotic lost logia. One that had the power to mesmerise the minds of even the most powerful of mages and turn them into mindwiped slaves of whoever held the device.

Such a device was dangerous even in the most moral of hands, but in Miza’s, it had become a true threat to the peace. Especially when she had learned that the Ace Enforcer Fate Harlaown was tracking her down. Thinking to strike first, the woman had gone after Fate’s wife and partner, Nanoha Takamichi – ordinarily considered the most dangerous of the pair, in truth, but that was without reckoning on Miza’s new toy. With her Enslaver in hand, the crimelord had managed to mesmerise Nanoha, and turn the Ace of Aces into her blank-minded maid. And then with Nanoha in her power, she swiftly did the same to Fate.

It would be bad enough doing that to anyone, but the two aces were infamous for the level of destructive power they possessed. It was only thanks to the swift and decisive actions of Hayate that disaster was averted – Nanoha and Fate were freed, and the Enslaver was confiscated. The threat of Miza’s criminal empire ended before it could truly begin.

And what happened to Miza herself? Well…

… You caught the part about Hayate being insidious, right?

“Maid, another glass of wine.” The office was almost empty at this hour, essentially reserved for use entirely by the brown-haired Commander who was currently sitting at the big desk, leaning back and observing things play out. That was one of the nice advantages of rank – you got as many offices as you wanted!

“At once, Mistress.” Standing by the side of the room, a blonde maid with ice-blue eyes bowed deeply, thoughtlessly giving any watchers a long look down her cleavage heavy top, before mincing over towards the still fully stocked fridge in the small adjoining kitchen area. There, she bowed at the waist, letting her all-too-short miniskirt ride up over her hips and exposing the lace panties at the top of her dark nylons, retrieving a chilled bottle of wine and a silver tray, before making the return trip.

Hayate kept an eye on the show for the entire journey, an amused smirk on her face. “You know,” she said, casually holding out her glass for it to be filled. “You make a much better maid than you did a criminal. I mean honestly, the smuggling operation was just embarrassing. It took Fate all of a day to identify your operation once she got the assignment. Terrible!”

“As you say, Mistress…” Of course, the blonde maid had no memory of any of that. The industrious Miza L. Thorne wasn’t even a memory for her. Karma had bitten the criminal quite firmly in the behind when she’d been captured and ‘accidentally’ exposed to her own device while Hayate was looking for a way to reverse its effects on Fate and Nanoha. Her mind had been rather thoroughly scrubbed, her memories and personality washed out of her head – and at the end, while the experiments had been successful, they’d left for a rather blank minded criminal as a result.

The Commander wasn’t too put out about it. She’d brainwashed two of her closest friends and tried to use them for her own sadistic needs. Honestly, she’d only gotten what she deserved. But that did mean that it was up to her to deal with what was left. It would be pretty pointless to send her off to jail… And, well, now Hayate had all the maid uniforms that she’d had Nanoha and Fate wear lying around… It all kinda worked out!

Of course, the whole point of this little exercise was to test the true power of the Enslaver. After Miza’s sort-of-arrest, the device had ended up in Hayate’s hands, and now she needed to know its capabilities. She’d already had more than an inkling of what it could be capable of after what had happened to her friends, but now she was trying to find its limits. Was there anything that someone it enslaved wouldn’t do? So far, according to the former Miza, the answer was ‘no’. As long as Hayate was wearing the Enslaver’s black ring on her hand – the paired device that gave her control over the Enslaver’s slaves – then she accepted any order and any humiliation without question or hesitation. Oh dear.

“Hmmm…” The Commander looked over Miza for a long moment. The maid had returned to her ready pose, her head bowed as she stood unobtrusively at the end of Hayate’s desk, waiting for further orders. “Alright. May as well see how far this goes.”

The brown-haired mage pushed herself out of her chair, setting her wine glass down, and wandered over to the blonde casually, inspecting her all the while. Then, with slow, deliberate intent, she raised a hand – and brought it down on Miza’s ass.

Smack!

The maid shook a little, but beyond that didn’t react, even as Hayate’s hand stayed in place, gripping her behind. “Hmmm…”

Carefully, with an entirely serious and not at all perverted expression on her face, the Commander waved her other hand in front of Miza’s face, before sliding it under the unresponsive maid’s top and groping her chest. Still nothing! Interesting!

“Okay, there’s definitely a lot of potential to-”

“Hey, Hayate, are you going to be working overnight, or- What are you doing?!” Some days, fate could choose the very worst times to come a knocking. Or, rather, some days Fate chose the very worst times not to knock at all. The blonde was now staring incredulously and with no small degree of horror at her friend and boss, who was currently very obviously having intimate fun with a prisoner. Hands down her dress, the maid uniform, the wine… It looked bad no matter what angle you checked from!

“Uh!” Hayate shot away from the other woman, hands raised and trying – and failing – not to look too nervous. “Um. It’s not what it looks like?”

Naturally, this pathetic excuse should have been blasted to bits by Fate – who was, of course, one of the TSAB’s top investigators. But instead, for some reason, the blonde’s forehead wrinkled in confusion as her red eyes focused on the Commander’s hand. “Oh. What is it then?”

The hand that was still wearing the black ring, that anyone who had been affected by the Enslaver had to listen to. Right…

“Just a routine inspection. Nothing you need to worry about!” Hayate smiled in her charming, charming way. She was in for a penny already, may as well go for the pound. “In fact, you should forget all about this as soon as you leave. Don’t worry, I won’t be working overnight – I’ll head home after I get a few last things taken care of.”

“Ah, okay.” Fate nodded happily, all concern banished from her expression. “Just don’t stay out for too long, okay? You know how worried your family gets, and Signum will blame me if you don’t get enough sleep tonight.”

“Don’t worry,” the Commander giggled, walking over to gently usher her friend out of the room. “I’ll be home before you know it. Now get going!” Smack! She unthinkingly gave her friend a firm pat on the rear.

The red eyed enforcer gave her boss a stern look. “Hayate…”

“Uh.” Whoops. “You don’t mind when I do that!”

The stern look melted into confusion. “Oh. Of course I don’t.” She wiggled her hips against her friend’s palm. “Do it as much as you like~”

OhgodNanohawouldkillher!

“No no, that’s fine – just head on home Fate – and really, forget alllll about this meeting once you leave, okay?” The Commander was sweating bullets.

“Okay, okay. See you tomorrow, boss~” The blonde waved, and then walked away, hips still swaying a little with every step.

Hayate slammed the door shut and breathed heavily. Oh thank god. Wow. That had been close.

“I’m really going to have to be careful about using this on people,” she muttered, looking at the ring on her finger. “Could easily get out of hand…”

Then she turned back to Miza – who had forfeited her personhood by attacking her friends – and smiled like a devil. “Now where were we~?”

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Request: A Fire Emblem Awakening story: Aversa captures Robin and her daughter Lucina and decides to deal with them permanently by using dark magic to drain them of their souls and minds, turning them into brainless, obedient drudges that serve her and, by extension, Grima. They're no more use in a fight, mindless as they are, so instead of sending them to the frontlines she instead takes them back to her quarters to "rest."

“My my my~ Whatever do we have here?” Aversa sauntered into the village hut with a sinister grin, the plegian mage’s delight all too clear. Her forces had swept through the town unexpectedly and almost as swiftly as lightning, leaving no time for its defenders to even reach for their arms in response. Many of those who’d tried anyway were already dead, but there had been one particular prize caught that she’d left explicit orders to be left alive…

“Aversa…” Robin growled, her hands bound firmly behind her back with dark magic. The tactician hadn’t gone down without a fight, as many of the plegian corpses outside would attest, but taken by surprise and separated from most of her allies, even she had not been able to hold out forever. And as for her lone guard…

Lucina glared silently at the mage, true hatred burning brightly in her eyes. If it weren’t for the knife held at her throat by one of Aversa’s skeleton knights, the blue haired woman probably would have jumped to attack her, even with her hands similarly bound. Both women had been forced to their knees, their defeat obvious, but defiance was still written on their faces as clear as day. Aversa loved that – it would be so very satisfying to snuff it out.

“Well hello there, beautiful.” The mage sent the tactician a flirtatious wink, and enjoyed the way the other woman recoiled in disgust. “This must be my lucky day~ Two delightful thorns for the price of one. The Avatar and the brat from the future, both in my sensual care! Oh, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time…”

Neither woman seemed intimidated, to her sadistic pleasure. “Execute us and be done with it, Witch,” Robin glared. “We won’t indulge you in your childish games.”

“Oh no?” Aversa pouted and made a show of sounding hurt. “But my games are so much fun! Are you sure you won’t play? Not even for the sake of… Your beloved daughter?” She reached out and stroked Lucina’s hair, tangling her fingers in the locks before clenching her fist and pulling the other woman closer to her. “Surely even you aren’t that cold, Robin.”

The blue haired knight grunted in pain – but the next moment she was yanking herself forward, headbutting the mage holding her with a resounding crack. Aversa stumbled backwards, clutching at her face – but her hand shot out before the knight could press her advantage, her magic seizing Lucina’s binds and hurling her across the room to land at her mother’s side, locking both of them down tightly in place.

Carefully, the dark-skinned mage rubbed at her upper lip and pulled her fingers back to inspect the splash of red that now coated them – a small trickle of blood dripping from her nose. The sight made her chuckle. “Even in defeat, you manage to draw my blood.” Her cold eyes flicked up to Lucina, her sinister smile returning. “I’m going to make you pay for that, dear.”

“So you know the truth then,” Robin spoke up – likely out of desire to distract Aversa from inflicting her wrath upon the other girl. “Who she is – where she came from.”

“It wasn’t particularly difficult to figure out,” Aversa shrugged. “Kind of obvious, really. She had to get that dumbass nature of hers from somewhere.”

Lucina growled again. “If you know, then you should be aware that your actions are futile,” the knight finally managed, being pulled up by her restraints to kneel next to her mother. “Even if you win here, another me will go back again – and again, and again. No matter how many times it takes, Grima will never win!”

“See? That’s what I mean. Dumbass through and through.” The mage laughed, before sighing. “I suppose we will have to keep an eye out for little Lucy out there, but even if she does manage to go back again, Lord Grima will still win. It’s pointless to fight a god.”

She bent down, showing off her figure by habit, but her true aim was to meet Robin’s eyes. “Now, if you accept that, this will all go much easier. Lord Grima still wants you as his host. Rejoin him, restore his power to full, and complete your destiny… And I’ll show mercy to your beloved daughter here. I’ll even forgive her for the headbutt. I think you’ll find that a most generous offer~”

Robin swallowed, the white-haired tactician biting her lip in consternation. Seeing her, Lucina went pale. “M-mother, you cannot! My life is insignificant compared to the suffering of all those Grima would crush if he were to be returned to full power! What I saw in my time – I could not bear it if I saw it here as well – I would rather die.”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Aversa chimed in happily waggling a finger at the mother-daughter pair. “I can, and will, do much worse than kill her~!”

“…” The tactician gritted her teeth. She loved Lucina dearly, and it would be so easy to say, yes, but she knew all too well what kind of vile creature she’d be setting loose on the world. “I… I can’t. Never.”

Lucina released the breath she had been holding. “Thank Naga…”

And Aversa pouted again. “Spoil sports. Oh well. We’ll work something out.” Then she raised a palm that crackled with magical might, a green aura of flame surrounding it as she cracked open a magical tome with her other hand. “To tell the truth, though, I was rather hoping you’d say that.”

“Ngh!” “Ah!” Suddenly both prisoners cried out as they felt an otherworldly force grip them – grip something deep inside of them – and start to pull. Robin’s eyes flashed green, and a wispy, faint green smoke began to curl up out of her open mouth, flowing through the air towards Aversa’s open hand. Lucina felt the same tug and struggled to resist it, her eyes developing only a small green sheen around the edge of her irises – though just as with her mother, green smoke began to escape her mouth around her gritted teeth, drifting towards the mage at a much slower pace.

“Now, this is a very interesting spell! A gift from our dark lord. And I’ll be honest, I’ve been itching to give it a try.” Aversa smirked at she watched the pair struggle. “How does it feel? You can feel it, right? Feel your essences starting to slip away, feel your precious hearts growing cold? I know you can feel my magic seeping into you, digging down into your deepest levels…”

“F-F-Fiend!” Lucina somehow managed to take enough breath to snarl at her. “Y-your torture will never b-break us!”

The mage waved her glowing hand a little closer, increasing the pressure just a touch. “Oh? Is that so?” Then she looked back to the tactician again. “How about you, Robin? Regretting your choices yet?”

“N-Nnnnnn… Ne… Never…!” It took the white-haired woman a little longer to respond, but respond she did, with all the venom she could muster. One could easily see where her daughter got her strength from.

“Dear oh dear.” Aversa tutted, shaking her head – before breaking out into a wide smile. “Well! Good thing this isn’t torture then! Oh, don’t get me wrong, torture is fun – especially with everything you two have done to get in my Lord’s way – but this is a much more efficient way of taming you two troublemakers. Don’t worry, I’ll show you what I mean. After all…” Her red eyes focused on the daughter. “I still need to pay you back, don’t I, Lucy?”

“St-St-Stay away from her!” Robin found the strength to cry, glaring at the mage with burning green eyes even as more and more smoke escaped her. It did no good – Aversa just ignored her and stepped forward, her smirk for Lucina positively vicious.

“You really shouldn’t have hit me, Lucy,” the mage giggled, advancing towards the kneeling princess, her hand starting to glow even brighter as her spell intensified. “If you hadn’t… I might have let you go first.”

The blue haired knight’s glare faltered into a confused blink for a moment – before her eyes widened in realisation as Aversa’s hand swung around to point directly at Robin. “No! Mother!”

But the tactician didn’t hear her.

“Ah! Nn! Nggaaaaaahhhhh!!!” Sounds emerged from the white-haired woman’s throat at random as green smoke began to pour from her mouth with abandon, the slow flow becoming a rushing torrent. The light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter still, until in a burst of green it too began to flow through the air into Aversa’s palm, something vital and deep draining out of her, until…

Her shoulders relaxed, and her jaw hung slack. The light and smoke streams slowed down to a few small whisps, before spluttering out entirely. Her body slumped, her skin turning a rough, splotch grey, her bright hair turning dull and dreary. And in the mage’s palm, light and smoke condensed into a small glowing orb of green light, rippling with energy. If you looked into it, you could see images floating within – Robin’s memories, thoughts and dreams.

Aversa lifted it carefully, inspecting it with a critical eye. “Hm. Smaller than I thought. I guess losing all of her memories really did a number on her.”

“W-W-What did you d-do to her, M-monster?!” Lucina gasped, struggling futilely both against the spell and her bindings. The light around her eyes was glowing a little brighter, but she was still holding it at bay – barely. But her gaze was locked squarely on the mage, and on the now silent tactician, flicking back and forth with furious alarm.

“Oh, don’t worry Lucy, Mommy’s fine. She’s right here in fact!” The plegian dangled the orb in front of the princess’s face, letting her get a good look at the swirling maelstrom of memories and feelings that lay within. “Her heart, her mind… Her very soul, all extracted from the flesh she stole from Lord Grima, to rest comfortably in my hand.” She rolled it between her fingers. Then she looked dismissively down at Robin’s body, still kneeling in place. “And that is what’s left. A drudge. A soulless, mindless slab of flesh good for following simple orders, and little else. A fitting fate, for… Oh?”

Suddenly, she leaned down, peering at Robin’s face. The tactician was expressionless, her lips hanging open and a thin trail of drool already leaking down her chin… But her eyes, though smaller than they had once been, as though their essence had been stolen as well, were focused completely on the orb that housed her soul.

“Well would you look at that!” Aversa sounded delighted. “Looks like she has some awareness left after all! It must be the proximity – with her soul so close her body must still have a faint connection. How wonderful. Ahh, this was just the sort of thing I wanted to test the spell for~”

Lucina was staring at her mother’s soul with a horror she couldn’t possibly hide – not while continuing to resist Aversa’s soul sucking spell, anyway, which was still working away at her. “What… What do you intend to do with her?” She asked, trying, and failing, to keep her voice composed.

The mage blinked. “What. This?” She held up the orb in the centre of her palm, enjoying the way that both the princess and the soulless husk watched it with piercing intensity. “Nothing! It’s quite useless. In fact, I may as well just…”

She clenched her fist, slamming her fingers closed around the fragile construct with as much force as she could, and-

Pop!

In a brief flicker of light, the orb burst like a balloon – leaving only a few motes scattered in the air for a second, before they faded to ash.

“NO!” Lucina lunged forward on her knees, eyes wide and starting to glow bright in a desperate – pointless – attempt to save her mother’s soul. But far more delicious to Aversa was the effect her cruelty had on the drudge. As she watched, all remaining life seemed to evaporate out of the former Robin’s body, even her shrunken irises vanishing, leaving nothing but pale milky white orbs. Any spark of will or defiance left in her winked out in an instant – leaving just an empty thrall in her place.

“Annnnnd all gone!” The mage sighed, releasing the shadow binds that held the drudge in place. A snap of her fingers, and the thrall who had been Robin obediently rose to her feet, still staring blankly, drool still dripping from her open mouth. “Look, she’s so much more fun already! No more irritating plans or quick deductions. Just simple, smooth submission. Wonderful!”

“Y-you-!!!” Ahhh, Aversa had never heard such pure hatred in another woman’s voice before. Lucina was still straining her body, trying to break free of her restraints – but the woman was starting to crack. The mage could see it easily. Already, the green light she’d been fighting to resist had swept out to fill her eyes, obscuring even the mark of the Exalt, and the smoke flowing from her mouth had grown into a thicker trail. She hadn’t given in yet – but her soul was coming loose all the same, despair undermining her resolve. How delicious.

Naturally, the mage had every intention of making it worse. “I did tell you that you shouldn’t have hit me,” she said, beckoning her new thrall over. “I might have been merciful if you’d just behaved yourself.” All lies, of course, but there was no reason for the princess to know that.

“F-F-Foul monster,” Lucina hissed, resting back on her heels as the need to keep resisting the spell sapped her energy to thrash in her restraints. “O-one d-day you will p-pay-!”

“Yes yes, heard it all before,” Aversa interrupted her stammering speech with an impetuous wave of her free hand – the other still glowing as it gathered the stolen flow of Lucina’s soul. “Why don’t you just hurry up and join your pest of a mother in drudgehood, hm? This spell is rather draining to keep up. Oh, I know.” Her tone changed in an instant as her eyes lit up, an ecstatically evil idea occurring to her. “I’ll just use my new toy to help me relax. On your knees, drudge~”

Robin obeyed without hesitation.

“W-what are you doing…?” There was a worried edge to Lucina’s strained voice, the princess’s gaze unable to pull itself away as the mage casually lifted the bottom of her dress.

“Giving you a little show, dear – just in case you didn’t quite believe me when I told you what she’d become.” She pushed the drudge down to their knees, and then hooked her skirt over her dull haired head. “Lick me, thrall. Bring me pleasure to make up for the- Oohh! Yes, like that, you eager little thing~”

Robin – the thing that had been Robin – again simply obeyed without hesitation, leaning in and beginning to lick. The fact that she was now servicing a once hated enemy meant nothing to her – all that mattered was the order.

And poor Lucina was forced to watch, unable to look away even as her heart began to crack. The trail of smoke flowing out of her mouth grew ever thicker, the light swallowing her eyes ever brighter as the sounds of her mother’s impassionate lovemaking filled the hut. She could feel herself starting to slip, her memories starting to fade as they were stolen from her head, but her eyes refused to move from the horror she was witnessing.

“Don’t worry, Lulu…” Aversa’s smirk had never been sharper. “Your tongue will be spending plenty of time inside me too. In fact… drudge. Why don’t you give your daughter a nice taste of her future.”

The drudge stared blankly at her.

“Oh right.” The mage rolled her eyes. She was going to have to get used to the fact that drudges didn’t have the capacity to understand more than the most basic of instructions. Fortunately, she knew she would be getting a lot of practice. “Go over there and kiss your daughter. Passionately. As if you were kissing a lover. Full tongue~”

“What?” Lucina’s glowing eyes widened, and suddenly she found herself trying to back away from the grey skinned creature that had once been her mother. “N-no. No! Mother, please, I beg of you – show me s-some sign, some trace of you that m-must have survived! Don’t listen to her, p-please!”

It did no good. There was a wall behind her, and the Robin-thing advanced on her completely deaf to her pleas. As the once bright and cheerful tactician reached down and grabbed her chin, expression flat and empty, the princess felt her resolve begin to crumble. And when the drudge pressed their lips together, forcefully kissing her in a hollow mockery of the way she had once kissed the knight’s father, Lucina felt it shatter completely. Light flared and poured from her eyes as she moaned around the kiss, smoke rushing out of her around her mother’s lips.

The last sensation she was aware of before her mind leaked out of her completely was the taste of Aversa on her mother’s tongue…

And then she was empty. Her body ceased to move, ceased to struggle, her muscles going lax and her shoulders going limp as the spell sucked everything out of her. She simply knelt there, passively accepting her mother’s unending, unthinking kiss with no attempt at resistance. Her blue eyes shrunken down to little more than pinpricks, gazing helplessly at the shining orb that gathered in the plegian mage’s hand.

Aversa gave her the sweetest smile imaginable, holding the princess’s soul gently between her hands.

“All hail Lord Grima.”

And then she clapped her palms together.

Pop!

Lucina’s skin turned an ashen grey as her soul vanished, the last traces of it disappearing into the wind, and her hair dulled, turning from a vibrant blue to a flat, almost grey colour. Her pupils completely faded, her eyes becoming milky white orbs that matched her mothers.

Another drudge had been born.

“Ahhh, I do love a happy ending,” the witch crowed, enjoying the sight of Robin mindlessly kissing her empty daughter for a few moments more, before ordering them both up to their feet with another snap of her fingers. “Though I suppose we didn’t quite reach that part yet…”

She chuckled, looking between the two grey women who passively stood, their hollow heads devoid of all thought or desire. The pair would wait forever, if no one gave them an order to follow. How fortunate for them, then, that she was here to do exactly that!

“Hmmm, I don’t think either of you is quite fit for the battlefield anymore,” she finally said, amused at the very idea of such mindless creatures in a fight. “But I think I can find a use for you.”

Stepping forward, she turned and looped an arm around both women’s shoulders, leading them forwards – out of the hut they had been held prisoner in, and out of history all together. “Come, back to my quarters. I think we’ll all enjoy a good rest~”

Mindlessly, the two drudges obeyed.

-

Request: Lucario, in his travels across the world, comes across Ash and Pikachu while they're doing some training. After testing out their abilities in a battle, he decides they're worthy of being part of his collection, turning them both into bimbo anthropomorphic female versions of Pikachu, with their only desires being to serve him. Unlike the Pokebabes, they can still speak normally, though they won't be doing much speaking anyway.

The world of Pokémon was wide and vast, with no shortage of opportunity or adventure waiting for one willing to seek it out. Thanks to the unique bond between humanity and Pokémon – a relationship that was ever in flux but never in question – both species had developed in ways that they never would have imagined if the other weren’t a constant presence in their lives. Thus, the great journeys and mysteries that awaited across the world, that once would have been out of reach for any one group alone, were always available, with a little help from one’s friends.

Long story short, this kind of attitude is why kids from small villages get to leave home at a ludicrously young age and travel around doing whatever they like, as long as they have Pokémon at their side. After all, they’re never truly alone out there – they have a family travelling with them. With that kind of protection, mixed with a little guidance, growth, and occasionally some money forwarded from home they’d be fine out there.

And mom could finally get that exercise room she’s been wanting to put in set up back home! It was a perfect system.

Naturally, out in the world, young trainers would often find their way into countless scenarios and quests which would expand their horizons and promote them to grow as fully rounded, big hearted individuals. And equally, no criminal organization would ever know peace as long as there was a traveller with an incomplete set of gym badges and seemingly far more potions than one backpack could reasonably hold ever at risk of blowing into town.

Thus, the journey of any young Pokémon trainer was considered to be a rite of passage. Not necessarily one that would end with the crowning of a new league champion (to be honest, trainers who reached the end of victory road were very rare indeed), but rather as one which allowed a young man or woman to find their calling in life, and grant them the chance to seize it. Most journeys ended with a trainer finding something that truly called to them more than an endless hike across the world where your primary source of nutrition was rice balls or jelly doughnuts, depending on what region you were in. A gym leader discovering her confidence, a pokewatcher qualifying to be a professor, a fashion expert becoming a fashionista… Such was the way a Pokémon journey was expected to end.

But for some rare few, that end never really came – for some, their calling was the journey itself. As the years passed, they just kept going, wandering the lands with their precious Pokémon, adventuring, learning, meeting the incredible people all around them, and occasionally saving the world. Such was the case of one (mildly infamous) Ash Ketchum, and his ever-constant companion Pikachu.

Ash had set out from Pallet Town a long time ago indeed, having grown from a young boy to a young man on the road. He and Pikachu had journeyed across Kanto, the Orange Islands, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Decolore, Kalos, Alola, Galar… And, quite frankly, they intended to continue on for a good while yet. Just because he’d reached adulthood was no reason for them to start thinking of settling down!

In fact, the two had just heard that a new region’s Pokémon league was entering a fresh season – and so naturally Ash had left all of his latest team back at home in Pallet to start anew over there. It was both a tradition, and just a way of making sure he didn’t upend the contest too badly when he arrived. His Pokémon were pretty powerful, after all – he was a champ in a couple of regions, y’know.

(Pikachu was, of course, ever the exception.)

And thus it was that the pair found themselves sheltering one night beneath a stony overhang, the mouth of a shallow cave, as a storm raged outside. Despite the weather the spot was cozy, and obviously often used by passing travellers as a shelter. It wasn’t difficult to set up a tent and a small campfire to settle in for the evening – this was stuff that the duo had been doing for over a decade now. It’d take a full-on Hiker to be better at camping out than they were these days.

So it was in some comfort that the two were resting, snacking on the leftovers of their latest meal, as they watched the rain fall outside. “It’s been a while since we were last out on a night like this, huh Pikachu?”

“Piiiika.” The Pokémon nodded in agreement. They normally avoided this kind of weather, but it was always a risk on longer journeys. Of course, a storm like this meant they were likely the only people around for miles, everyone else seeking shelter in more practical places, like buildings.

Likely, but not necessarily certain…

“Excuse me,” came a voice from the shadows. “Would you mind if I shared your fire?”

“Gyah!” Of course years on the road hadn’t done anything to immunize Ash to surprises, especially when Pikachu jumped up onto his shoulder in shock, and he spun around wildly to see the source of the sound. “Who’s there?”

“My apologies. It was not my intent to startle you.” And from the darkness emerged… Another surprise.

Ash blinked, sharing a look with Pikachu. “A talking Lucario?”

His companion shrugged.

Indeed, their visitor was a familiar breed of blue furred Pokémon, albeit one with a red crest on his head which Ash hadn’t seen before. But this was unusual! Obviously, Lucario were easily capable of understanding human speech, but the trainer had only ever heard one speak it, and that was using telepathy. Seeing one physically speak like a human was unexpected, to say the least… Though, of course, the concept of talking Pokémon itself was nothing new to someone who’d spent the better part of a decade fighting off Team Rocket.

Fortunately, their reaction seemed to amuse the new arrival. “Indeed – I am, as you say, a talking Lucario. May I have a seat?”

“Oh, of course!” The trainer and electric Pokémon both rubbed the back of their necks in embarrassment. Quickly, they both moved to welcome their guest. “Sorry, we just weren’t expecting to see… well, anyone out here tonight.”

“Understandable,” Lucario nodded, taking a seat. “It’s a fearsome night. But I tend to avoid the more populated areas, myself. A few too many trainers get the bright idea of trying to capture me – a fate I’d rather avoid, personally.”

“Aheh…” Again, the embarrassed neck scratch. “Not a big fan of Pokémon trainers, huh?”

“Oh, on the contrary…” The Pokémon chuckled. “I find some trainers to be very interesting. Some of them I even allow a very special prize, if they prove themselves worthy. But most do not. I’ve no interest in your average trainer, I’m afraid.”

Ash and Pikachu glanced at each other, both with one eyebrow raised. “Pika?”

“Oh really?” Ash translated, rubbing his nose and grinning. “Because, I mean, if you’re interested in powerful trainers, I have won a battle or two in my time…”

Lucario just looked amused. “Forgive me, but I doubt a trainer with only one Pokémon is likely to have the kind of aura I require,” he said, shaking his head. “It takes a degree of experience and dedication that only come from countless battles. No offense, but I doubt that you and your Pikachu are capable of the standards I have set myself.”

There was a pause. Ash and Pikachu exchanged a sinister grin. “Wanna bet?”

…

After the dust settled, both sides were left panting for breath. Multiple scorch marks dotted the walls and floors, and over in the corner the tent had been blown over and the campfire was out. As for the winner…

“I… Concede…” Lucario gasped, kneeling on one leg.

“Alright! Way to go Pikachu!” Ash celebrated, his partner Pokémon happily hopping up on his shoulder and flashing a V for victory.

“I admit, I was wrong,” the blue psychic finally spoke, getting back to his feet as he munched on a berry and recovered his strength. “The two of you possess a fierce fighting aura the like of which I’ve rarely seen. Perhaps… Perhaps you would make for a good addition to my collection after all…”

The other pair were a little distracted celebrating their victory, but they did spare the other Pokémon a curious glance. “Collection? Oh, is that something to do with that prize you were talking about?”

“Indeed…” Lucario nodded. “Though, we can talk about that later. First, perhaps some food? I need to recover my energy…”

“Sure.” Ash nodded. “You can share ours. It was a fun battle!”

The Pokémon nodded, and helped the pair repair the superficial damage to their camp. Soon, all three were sat around the fire, enjoying their meal.

Or, two of them were. The third, their guest, was merely picking at his, while engaging in a much more sinister activity. Lucario hadn’t been lying about his need to recover energy – but he’d kept back more than he’d let on during the battle. Just enough to grant this pair their ‘reward’ for their victory…

After all, if he waited until they were back to full strength, they might try to stop him.

So, with a little concentration, his astral form stepped invisibly out of its mortal shell, while his body continued to eat on autopilot. A small trick, but one that tended to put people at ease – or at least, it didn’t creep them out like staring at them with glowing eyes did. Now, it was time to see what he had to work with.

Ash and Pikachu’s auras were impressive, he privately acknowledged. He hadn’t bothered to look too closely at them earlier, but now that he did, he could see incredible amounts of power and experience… And a bond that transcended even the greatest of gaps between man and Pokémon. The two were so close they were practically one – a connection that had clearly grown over years of travelling together.

Excellent. Such a powerful bond was exactly what he had been hoping for. It would make their reward so much easier to sort out. A connection like this meant that it was all too easy for any change to one to affect the other…

First things first, then – their genders. Lucario preferred to keep his collection soft and feminine, so these two would be as well. It was a simple change to make, for one of his level of power. Gently, his astral hand reached out, fingers pressing against the flowing power of the pair’s bond. Then, with an act of pure will, he began to shift the balance of their auras from yang, to yin.

The changes began immediately, but their progress was soft and slow, and utterly ignored by the Pokémon trainer and his partner. Those two were far too busy chomping into their meals to notice the shifts. For Pikachu, of course, it wasn’t that pronounced a change. His tail twitched, and then developed a small dip in the tip, like the top of a love heart. And somewhere hidden away, another, slightly stronger twitch turned his private pride and joy into her secret entrance. The Pokémon switched from male to female with less energy than a sneeze.

Ash, though, had a bit more to go through. He’d been a pretty scrawny lad once, but years of living on the road, with all its strenuous challenges, had eventually given him a pretty muscled figure once puberty had set in – and now all of that had to go. Fortunately, his new body had somewhere to put all the mass.

As the man bit into another rice ball, his arms and legs slimmed down and shrank, the human dropping almost a foot in height, his broad chest scrunching in on itself. Then he swallowed, and his husky grunt of enjoyment became a light moan of delight as his chest expanded back out, pushing forward out under his jacket as her new boobs grew in. Her cap wobbled a little as her short, spiky dark hair grew out long and straight, and then as she happily took another bite, her rear inflated, rocking her in her seat as her jeans suddenly felt a little tight. A moment later, she felt the oddest fizzy feeling between her legs as her manhood suddenly shot back inside her, leaving a neatly thatched slit in its place, and a fully functioning set of ovaries behind it… And then the change was done.

In a matter of moments, two males had become female, and were none the wiser. The subtle change had happened beneath their notice, and already it was retroactively seeping back through their memories. By the time they slept tonight, neither was likely to ever remember being a boy.

Of course, the work wasn’t finished yet. The pair were girls now, sure, but neither was anything special yet. Pikachu looked exactly the same as ever, and Ash, while distinctly feminine, still looked like a tomboy. Thicker hips and a small chest were steps in the right direction, but they did not a destination make.

Fortunately, Lucario was just getting started. Pleased with how easily the first set of changes had gone, he began the second. He reached out with his aura and began to enhance the connection that joined the pair, the transcendent bond between Pokémon and trainer. Began to make it even stronger than ever – and adjusted the balance between them. With his changes, quickly the aura of a human began to pour down the connection from one to the other – while the aura of a Pokémon began to flow the other way. And as for what kind of effect that would have on the two…

The most obvious thing that happened was Pikachu’s growth spurt. Sat at Ash’s feet and just over a foot tall, suddenly the yellow Pokémon began to grow, slowly rising in her seat. But it wasn’t just that she was growing – her body was changing. Her limbs, originally rather short compared to her stocky body, began to extend, growing into human-like arms and legs, while her actual body squeezed itself into a much more feminine shape. A small bob of curly blonde hair even sprouted up around her ears. Even her facial features shifted slightly from rodent to woman. By the time her body settled, she’d become almost human – an anthropomorphic pikagirl – with much more obvious feminine assets.

And she wasn’t alone – though this time, Ash’s changes were the more subdued ones. The Pokémon trainer shrank a few more inches as her ears grew smooth points and rose up on her skull, popping her cap clean off her head. A wave of electric yellow spread out through her skin, washing up her neck and down her limbs until every inch of her was the same colour as her partner – including the tips of her ears, which turned black, and the red circles that appeared on her cheeks. And her jeans ripped, a long, lightning bolt shaped tail quickly growing up behind her, dented like a heart at the tip because of course it was.

The process was simultaneous for both of them, and by the time it was done, there was a pair of pikagirls happily eating away beside the campfire – the only differences between them being a pair of different hairstyles, and the fact that Ash was still wearing clothes, ill-fitting though they had become.

Lucario grinned. Step two of his plan had gone well. This duo was very receptive to this kind of aura manipulation. Now it was time to see how far it could go. With a moment to brace himself, the psychic Pokémon summoned up his force of will and concentrated it on his task. The fighting spirit that he’d sensed in this pair – that was the main reason he’d decided to add them to his collection. Fighting spirit that burned so hot it could melt steel was rare, but useful – because it could be redirected. Lucario had little need for a pair of fighters, but his harem was always wanting for a pair of dedicated lovers.

With a great surge of power, the Pokémon grasped the pair’s joined battle spirit, and began to morph it, twisting it from the strength of a fighter, to the lust of a whore. As one, Ash and Pikachu shivered, suddenly feeling very, very hot indeed.

“Wha- what’s happening…” Ash mumbled, finding herself beginning to sweat as her legs rubbed together – a sudden, mysterious need eating away at her.

“I… feel really warm…” Pikachu said at her side – the fact that she hadn’t been able to talk until she’d received an aura transfusion completely forgotten already. “Ashley, I… I think something’s mmmhwrong…”

She managed to just barely finish the sentence through a moan of desire, rubbing at her arms as her nipples hardened and began to ache. A wet patch was beginning to grow between her legs – one matched by the one underneath Ash.

Their resistance was feeble – but it was more than Lucario would allow. With an almost amused indifference, he reached out with his spiritual hands, and grasped the auras around the pair’s heads. Neither woman was exactly a genius, but together they had more than enough fuel in them to complete the next step.

“Nngh…” Ash’s high-pitched moan as her hand began to stroke down below was rather cute, honestly. “I- I think that-”

The psychic Pokémon squeezed, and the pikagirls mental auras, already warm and malleable from the other changes he’d made, squished in his astral hands like putty.

“-OH!” The former trainer cut herself off, her lips curling into a deliciously vapid ‘o’ as her tits, fattened up to massive size by the sudden overflow of surplus aura, ripped through her jacket. At the same moment, her jeans were torn open at every seam as her yellow ass plumped up like her tits, and whatever she was going to say to finish her sentence drizzled out of her sodden cunt.

“PIKA!” At her side, her fellow pikagirl experienced something similar as her mind imploded, collapsing in on itself to the point of delightfully mindless stupidity, and her tits and ass exploded, crackling a little with sparks of electricity as they jiggled.

Before they’d even understood what was happening, both women had been reduced to brainless busty bimbo babes. Mindlessly, they giggled at one another, enjoying the aftermath of the climax that had accompanied their sudden stupefaction – before the lust still surging through them took back over, and they jumped at one another. Ash’s former clothing was quickly torn off and discarded, and the almost identical pikagirls rolled around happily, hungrily kissing one another, hands squeezing tits and groping asses like there was no tomorrow. They offered no resistance whatsoever.

Which suited Lucario just fine. It didn’t take much energy at all to finish the changes he wanted to make. In fact, there was just one left – focusing all of that new lust energy the pair was generating onto a new subject – himself. With but a thought, he bound their spirits utterly to focus on him completely – enforcing the fact that he was their master on their ever-so malleable minds, and not meeting even the slightest push back. The two sluts accepted him easily, moaning in desire as thoughts of him filled their head.

Perfect. Now they were ready.

With a smile, the blue Pokémon let his meditative trance fade, and his spirit returned to his body. Rising to his feet, he looked down on his two newest tames – still utterly smitten with one another – and snapped his fingers.

The change was instant. As one, the pair of pikagirls rolled to their knees and knelt before him, gazing up at him with obedient delight – breasts bouncing merrily as they were presented to him.

“Master!” The one with dark hair cried!

“How may we serve you?” Asked the blonde.

Such wonderful questions. Already, Lucario could tell he’d made the right choice adding them to his collection. Raising a single finger, he turned and began to walk towards what had once been Ash’s tent. “Come, girls. I need to recover my energy. And I believe it’s time you received the prize that I promised you…”

The two pikagirls exchanged a glance, and then gleefully scampered after their Master. Neither of them could really remember what they were getting a prize for, exactly, but that hardly mattered. Both of them knew that this was the Pokémon journey they wanted to be making tonight~

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Request: SSB-Samus is...skeptical when Peach asks her to pretend to be the ditzy royal for one of those party games they do in her universe. Sure they are both blonde, but the princess is quite a bit shorter (and curvier) then the bounty hunter, but Peach assures her that a makeover will leave them looking like twins!... She just neglects to mention the makeover would be a mental one, too.

“This seems like a bad idea…” Samus always tried to put her reservations politely when a client suggested a plan that she knew wasn’t going to work, but this one was frankly absurd. It wasn’t the first time she’d been hired to work as someone’s bodyguard – in fact, that kind of work was her usual staple when she wasn’t off exploring uncharted territory or saving the galaxy.

But no one had ever suggested hiring her as a body double.

There were a few logistical issues with that one. She wasn’t Gandrayda, after all. Samus Aran was pretty firmly stuck in her base form – that of a six foot plus space amazon… And that wasn’t even counting her suit. Granted, even in her zero suit she was still a formidable fighter, so the high-tech armour of the Chozo wasn’t necessarily needed for protecting a client, but none the less, it did all add up to make a rather distinctive package.

One that, she was sure, there was no way to disguise as a five-foot princess who maybe hit the gym every other week. And that wasn’t even getting into the obvious difference in their figures – the Hunter’s physique trended more towards athletic, while her clients couldn’t be called anything other than curvy. No offense to Princess Peach, who was looking entirely delighted with her idea despite Samus’s obvious uncertainty, but the two just didn’t look anywhere near close enough to one another to pull something like that off.

And yet… “Oh no, I’m sure it will work,” the perky Princess said, eager enthusiasm radiating from her every gesture. “Don’t worry! One little makeover, and no one will be able to tell us apart! It’ll be splendid.”

Hoo. Yeah, in addition to the rest, there was also the fact that Peach was kind of a ditz. Samus honestly wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep up that kind of act in her place. There were just so many different reasons why there was no way this could work.

… But whatever else you could say about her, there was one utterly indisputable fact about Princess Peach that meant she’d get her way: She was absolutely filthy rich. She was a royal, after all! Even across the currency exchange between dimensions, Peach could afford to pay Samus over three times her usual fee easily. The Hunter sighed. “I guess we can give it a try.”

To be honest, she’d been feeling a little iffy about this job from the start. Protecting Princess Peach was definitely Mario’s job normally, and the Hunter couldn’t help but feel like she was treading on his turf doing this. The man was a legend for his heroics, after all, and she had no desire to upset him. But the request had come through for her over the Smash network straight from the Princess herself, and when Samus had asked about the Italian plumber, she’d said he wouldn’t have a problem with it.

Which had swiftly led to this – the infamous space bounty hunter being semi-dragged through the girliest bedroom imaginable by an overly exited Princess. Already, the regrets were setting in – she’d been here for all of five minutes, and this still wasn’t how she’d pictured this job going.

“Oh, relax Sammy,” Peach giggled, giving the Hunter a cheerful smile as she pulled her new bodyguard over to a mirror by the wall, wrapping one arm around her waist as she looked at their reflection. “See? There’s not that much of a difference – a little makeover will have us looking like twins in no time!”

Samus’s smile was a mix of uncertainty, politeness and nerves. Unlike the Princess, to her their reflections looked nothing alike. Different heights, different body types, different hairstyles… The sheer clash of blue against pink… Looking at it like this, even their similarities didn’t look all that close. Samus’s hair was a dirtier blonde than Peach’s, and her locks ran straight where the Princess’s curled. They went together like oil and water.

And a makeover was supposed to fix this, huh? Oh joy…

Still, such was the life of a freelancer – sometimes you had to go along with a stupid idea because the person paying you the big bucks insisted on it. “You’re the boss!” She said, her tone rigorously professional. “I guess we can puff up my hair a bit when we dye it…”

“Oh, wonderful idea!” The Princess cheered, happy to see her friend was getting into the spirit of things. “Yes, let’s start with your hair. That’ll make the rest go so much easier!”

Well, Samus didn’t know about that – and she wasn’t sure how the rest of this makeover could actually do anything about the obvious problems with this plan without major invasive surgery, which was a bridge she wasn’t willing to cross for any amount of money – but whatever. She let her employer pull her over to a big dresser with another mirror attached without issue.

“Now, hold still, and we’ll make a Princess out of you yet!” Oh god this had been a horrible mistake. The Hunter took a deep breath and tried to smile at the mirror. Her reflection looked like someone facing a firing line. “Oh relax, Sammy, this’ll be fun!”

“I’m… sure it will be, Princess.” She was being a little silly about this, she knew. It was just a little makeover. Nothing she couldn’t fix if she didn’t want to.

But then she was confronted by another, more unexpected problem! She was suddenly swivelled around to face a very earnest looking Princess, looking her dead in the eye. “Oh, now that won’t do at all! Aren’t we friends? My name is Peach, Sammy. Peach. Got it?”

“Uh.” To be honest they’d never been that close, even as competitors in the Smash Tournament, but… Well, the customer is always right. “G-got it, Pri-… Peach?”

The Princess gave her a sunny smile. “That’s it! Just keep repeating that in your head, alright? Peach Peach Peach~”

“… Peach Peach Peach…”

“That’s the spirit~” Samus found herself turned back to face the mirror, her reflection looking like she’d just been offered her last cigarette. “Now really, just relax!” Hands settled on her shoulders, and Peach’s reflection smiled at her over her head. “You fighters are always so tense. Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of here. Bowser almost never breaks into the castle on Tuesdays, he’s busy practicing his golf swing!”

“R… Right…” The Mushroom kingdom was so weird. You definitely didn’t see her having a racing tournament with her enemies. But okay, relax… Relax…

Samus took a deep breath. It was alright. There were no threats here. Just a slightly crazy Princess, who was currently spreading a towel out over her guest’s shoulders, and a giant jug of water – wait, where the hell had that come from?!

“I said relax~” Peach giggled, straightening the Hunter’s head back up so she was looking forward, and then gently unbinding her hair. “Now hold still. Let me give your hair a nice wash before we restyle it, hm?”

“Ohhhhkay.” Come on Samus. It was just another job. Just be a professional and – Aie! Cold!

“Oops!” Peach bopped herself on the head at her bodyguard’s flinch. “Sorry, forgot to warm the water up.”

“I-I-It’s f-f-f-fine…” Samus stuttered, trying to stop her teeth from chattering as water washed through her hair, slicking it back in long blonde locks.

“Don’t be silly, you must be freezing. Hold on, let me warm the water up…” The Princess reached into a drawer and pulled out… A flower? One with a red and yellow set of petals – Oh wait, Samus recognised that thing!

“A f-f-fire flower?”

“Mhmm!” Peach nodded as she dipped the flower into the jug of water and gave it a swirl. “Yes, I believe the Smash Tournament bought their stock from us! They’re native to our world, you know.”

Interesting. Samus had heard that the Mushroom Kingdom was a world where magic was more commonplace than most, but this was the first example she’d seen. “They grow here naturally?”

“Oh, more or less. Honestly, they can become a bit of a pest if you don’t take proper care with them…” The Princess dried the flower off with the edge of the towel she’d wrapped around her bodyguard’s shoulders before sliding it back away. “Now, tell me if this is still cold, alright?”

“Ah…” Again, water began to trickly down Samus’s scalp, but this time at a much more tolerable temperature. “No, that’s perfect, thank you. Sorry for reacting so strongly earlier. Metroid DNA, you know.” She shrugged a little, though white gloved hands stopped her from shifting too much.

By now her hair was thoroughly soaked, from root to tip, and Peach was slowly brushing it to make sure it was all straight. “It’s perfectly fine – it was my mistake! And if you’re comfortable now, it’s time we started with this hair. First, let’s begin with a nice shampoo…”

Saying so, she pulled out a large bottle, and squirted a thick looking purple cream out onto her gloved palms. An odd scent tickled Samus’s nose – flowery, but with a strangely strong flavour of something tangy and old. “Huh. What kind of shampoo is that?”

“This?” Peach smiled as she set the bottle down on the dresser, and then began to massage the cream into her bodyguard’s head. “It’s another Mushroom Kingdom original! Several of the ingredients can only be found here or in neighbouring lands. I think it’s the Ruin Powder that gives it that extra kick though!”

“R-ruin powder…?” Samus’s stutter this time was due to a sudden tingle that ran through her scalp as the cream was massaged into her follicles. “That’s an odd name…”

“I suppose it is,” the Princess admitted, not letting up. By now the tingle was getting quite strong indeed. “Undiluted, it’s quite a dangerous substance, but with the right chemical treatment it makes for a very relaxing makeover, don’t you think?”

“Uuuhhhh…” The tingling feeling was getting rather intense, soaking into Samus’s scalp and dripping down into her brain. The bounty hunter felt fer muscles start to relax, leaning back in her chair as a pleasant haze descended over her thoughts. “R… Relaxing… Yeah…”

Peach giggled, smiling sweetly as her guest finally began to settle down properly. “Yes, that’s it. Just relax! This makeover is going to take quite a while, so it’d be best if you just let yourself drift off and enjoy it~”

Drift off… As the tingling spread through the entirety of her skull, Samus was in no position to resist. Her thoughts were growing more and more spacey by the second. Peach’s fingers were massaging her scalp wonderfully, and everything felt warm and nice as her head filled with cotton wool. A drowsy smile played out on her lips as she slumped a little in her chair, gazing emptily into the mirror in front of her. It was a funny thing – it looked like her reflection had these silly little orange and purple spirals spinning in her eyes…

The Princess kept up her gentle strokes until she felt Samus go fully limp under her hands, seeing the bounty hunter’s mouth drop to hand slack jawed in the mirror, her eyes filling completely with empty headed spirals. Only then did she allow herself to sigh in relief. Phew! That had taken quite a bit. Samus’s resistance had been a fair bit higher than expected. No matter, though – it was time for the real work to begin.

First, she pulled out an MP3 player, already preloaded with a very special audiobook – her personal Autobiography, ‘In Another Castle’ (Five time bestseller award winner in the Toad Times), set on infinite repeat. Gently, she slipped the earphones into her fellow blonde’s undefended ears. “Here now, you just listen to this and let it fill your empty head while I work, okay?”

Soon, the recording was bouncing around Samus’s empty skull – in Peach’s voice, of course. “Hello there! My name is Princess Peach Toadstool. If it pleases you, I’d be delighted to tell you my story. It all began back in the Royal nursery…”

Satisfied that everything was working, Peach nodded to herself and began to carefully thread some pink hair curlers into the bodyguard’s hair – just the things needed to give the girl’s mane some much desired life and volume. She’d deal with the colouring later – right now, it was the style that mattered!

By the time she was finished, she could already see that soon the bounty hunter’s hair would be a perfect match for her own smooth, styled locks. It just needed a little time to set. And by now, the R+ Shampoo should have well and truly emptied the woman’s head out, so she was ready for the next step. Just to check, the Princess leaned down and plucked out one of the Hunter’s earphones. “How are you feeling in there?”

Samus stirred, slightly, but didn’t rouse herself. “H’lo! M’ Princess Smeach… Delight’d…” She half mumbled, while drooling onto her towel.

Peach nodded to herself, plopping the earphone back in, and then returned to the dresser, pulling out a small box, and a pair of tongs, from one of its many, many drawers. Then, carefully, she lifted the lid, and, with very precise movements, used to tongs to grab something inside. With a firm grip, she pulled out the contents – a blue capped mushroom dotted with white spots – a mini mushroom.

A mini mushroom was one of the many powerup items one could find in the Mushroom Kingdom – ones that Mario often used to great effect in his adventures. Their ability was to make the person who used them smaller, as one could tell from the name. Usually, a lot smaller, to about a quarter of their original size.

Obviously, Peach had no plan to make Samus that small. But like any inhabitant of the Mushroom Kingdom, she knew that if you applied a special treatment to a mushroom powerup, it would begin to shed mushroom dust – a small cloud of flakes with a smaller (though still quite potent) effect than the full mushroom. And she also knew what treatment was required to make the effect of that dust permanent…

So, carefully, carefully, she lifted the mini mushroom up over Samus’s head, keeping it firmly held in the tongs… And began to wiggle it. Dust rattled down on the blonde bounty hunter like salt from a salt shaker. And slowly, surely… She began to shrink.

Careful… Careful now… Peach didn’t want to go too far. She just needed the Hunter to lose about a foot or so… There! Perfect! She quickly pulled the mini mushroom back and shoved it in its box, before cooing in delight over the now shorter Samus. They were now the same height!

Time for phase four, then. This one might be a bit tricky. First, she had to check again that her bodyguard was deep enough under. To do so, she snapped her fingers directly in front of the blonde’s face repeatedly. Happily, the Hunter didn’t react, continuing to smile dopily at her reflection, and occasionally mutter something about a lovely tea party.

All good there. That was a part of the book Peach was quite proud of, in fact! And it should make for a lovely distraction from what was about to happen.

Once again, the Princess reached into a waiting drawer – and this time, her hand came back holding a cake! A tasty looking one, in fact – pink layers, coated in white icing and capped by a red chocolate heart. It was a Heartful cake, delicious and refreshing! It just also had a bit of a side effect when you ate one. It was probably the Ruin Powder in the ingredients list.

Well, Peach didn’t waste any time – popping the small cake between Samus’s loose lips, helping her close her mouth and give it a good chew, and then finally gently massaging the woman’s throat to make her swallow. When the final gulp came, it was accompanied by a familiar sound effect, a sort of descending note of alarm that indicated something bad had happened – the kind one normally heard when they lost a mushroom powerup. But in this case, the cause wasn’t that you’d just lost half your height and you were now one hit away from death, no. It was that the Amazonian bounty hunter had just been hit by the status effect ‘soft’ – and all those hard defined muscles that she’d earned over a lifetime of training and violence had just smoothened out into soft, delicate curves.

The Princess watched curiously as the other blonde’s zero suit seemed to loosen around her. It was already a bit too big for the woman after she’d lost a good sixth of her height, and now that her muscle mass had just shrunk away to nothing, it was practically falling off of her. Something that Peach was happy to help her with now, gently lifting the entranced Hunter out of her chair just long enough to slip the suit off her entirely.

She was mildly amused to discover that Samus did not, in fact, wear any underwear underneath said suit. Zero really meant zero, apparently!

Now came the most intense step. Most of the work she’d done had brought the bounty hunter better into line with Peach’s own shape, but there were some measurements that couldn’t be ignored any longer. Namely, obviously, her hips and her bust. These slim, athletic numbers would simply never do – Peach was known for her curves, and any double of hers needed to be as well.

Fortunately, she had a solution prepared for this as well. From another drawer, she pulled another bottle, and a new pair of gloves. The bottle was marked with a red mushroom, with its red cap having several white spots. It contained the clear liquid essence of the powerup most people associated with the Toadstool Kingdom – the Super Mushroom.

You know, the one that makes things bigger.

It wasn’t hard to see where this one was going. Once the gloves were on and properly lathered up with a thick coating of Super Massage Oil, Peach leaned in and got to work. Slick hands wrapped around a drooling Samus’s breasts and began to massage, squeezing, pinching, stroking… Whatever it took to get as much oil as she could onto the Hunter’s meagre chest. And it wasn’t long before she saw results.

With an empty-headed coo from the entranced blonde, her chest began to grow, meandering along through the alphabet from B to C to D with every stroke. Soon, her juice shined breasts were hanging heavy on her small frame, a perfect match for the woman standing next to her, smiling approvingly.

The process with her ass was much the same, with the Princess firmly groping her bodyguard until her ass was properly fat enough to fill her chair. All while Samus remained oblivious, of course.

Add in a small sprinkling of super crown dust to tweak the Hunter’s facial features, voice, and hair colour juuuust a little, and… it was done! Just as promised, the makeover had turned one fearsome space bounty hunter into a darling dainty princess. Wonderful.

“And how do you feel about your new look, dear?” Peach asked her new double, pulling the earphones out once again.

“Hullo… I’m Princess Peach… If it pleases you…”

“Oh, it most certainly does~” The Princess giggled one last time, replacing the earphones. Yes, a full night listening to all that on repeat, and by breakfast tomorrow she’d have a perfect twin to send out to party games she wasn’t feeling up to, or to get kidnapped by Bowser whenever he had a hairbrained scheme. “I’ll just leave you to it.”

With a grin, Peach made for the door, opening it to step outside. She’d be back in the morning to make sure that everything- Uh. Hm. There was someone in the hall blocking her exit. Someone big, with red fiery hair and a spiky turtle shell body…

Oh no.

“Hey Peach!” Bowser greeted her cheerfully, as though he hadn’t just broken into her palace for the umpteenth time. “Will you marry me?”

“Bowser…” The Princess twitched nervously. “Don’t you have golf practice today?”

“Nah. Big storm rolled in and they had to cancel tomorrow’s game, so I thought, why not make use of my new free time to swing by? Heh heh. Get it? Swing? Because of the golf… Anyway, so I’m kidnapping you now.”

Princess Peach thought a lot of very unprincessy words in the privacy of her own head. Out loud, she just said, “Uh, may I have a moment to go powder my nose?”

“D’awh, shucks, Peach, you don’t need to make yourself look pretty for me. I already think you’re pretty! C’mon now, let’s get going – Oh, I know, I have Kamek’s wand here for this, uh…” He pulled out a staff with a green crystal orb at the tip. “Look at this for a sec, would you?”

Almost involuntarily, the blonde Princess found herself staring at the orb as it was thrust in front of her face. “Um… What is that supposed to…” The orb lit up, flashing with a bright green spiral, and Peach gasped, her eyes immediately reflecting it. “D-oooooooohhhhhhhhhh.”

Swirling eyes rolling up in her head, she collapsed into Bowser’s waiting arms, and sank into a deep, thoughtless trance as he carefully carried her away.

…

“Oh dear oh dear…” Anyone who spent any time in Castle Toadstool knew the voice of Toad – Loyal butler, guide, foot soldier, and just about all-round dogsbody for the royal family. And anyone who knew Toad knew… Well, he was kind of a worrywart. “Princess Peach? Princess Peach!”

Right now he was furiously knocking on the door of the good Princess of the Toadstool Kingdom’s private chambers – the room that she’d retired to with her new bodyguard yesterday, and the one that she hadn’t been seen emerging from since. “Princess Peach! Are you there? Oh golly oh gosh oh dear…”

And then, to his surprise, the door opened, and a rather drowsy looking Peach in a pink dressing gown stuck her head out, pink curlers still clinging to her hair. In fact, he was so surprised, that he yelped and fell over.

“Oh my,” a shocked Princess gasped, looking down at the stunned mushroom man. “Toad, is everything alright?”

“Uh…” The servant hopped back to his feet. “Just fine, apparently, your majesty! I’m sorry, but we had a threatening note from you know who…” He raised a piece of paper with the rather obvious emblem of the Koopa Kingdom emblazoned upon it. “And we thought he might have kidnapped you again.”

Peach sighed understandingly. “That does rather sound like him… But no, not this time. All is well, Toad. No need to send Mario out looking for me.”

Toad smiled happily, tossing the letter over his shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it! Sorry to wake you up, your Majesty. I’ll go get started on breakfast.”

“Thank you.” The Princess curtsied with a smile. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

And with that, she closed the door, and turned to freshen up and get dressed. It was a touch embarrassing that she’d fallen asleep at her dresser last night, but no matter – she’d make sure she got a proper rest in bed this evening, and that was the end of it. For now, she had a bright new day to prepare for, as the beloved Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom…

… Well, it wasn’t like she’d ever been anything else! Heehee~

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Request: Congratulations! You've been selected by a highly-brainwashed team of judges to be the new star of our public information campaign: Get Brainwashed For The State!

The cheers and screams were flooding the air, drowning out all other sound as R3bel finally left the stage for the last time that night. Honestly, she was still tempted to give them yet another encore, just for the spirit they were showing, but she and her manager had agreed on a maximum limit of five per performance. Otherwise she’d just be here all night, and those people had homes to get back to.

The punk aesthetic artist (Well, she personally believed that her style was more in the vein of rebellion rock, hence the name, but the music label made sure her tracks were in the punk tags of all the stores. They said Punk Revival was in right now and whatever, her fans found her stuff anyway) navigated the backstage with practiced ease, handing over her instrument (a real original whirler, it had cost her a fortune, she always made sure she was actually playing on stage during the encore) to a waiting stagehand and heading straight to her dressing room to wash this metric ton of makeup off. As always, it was only once she finally hit the showers that exhaustion finally caught up with her. She liked to think it waited for her there, playing with the taps while she played out to thousands. A stupid thought, maybe, but one that amused her none the less.

And also like always, her manager was waiting for her when she stepped out of the bathroom, already running through the reviews of her latest show. “The numbers are in and they are good. Nice work Shera.” The pair fell into step as they started walking towards the backstage exit. “Had an interesting offer come in while you were out on stage, by the by…”

“Anything from Helox?” R3bel asked, pulling on her coat as they grew close to the exit. Helox was a big label in the foreign market, and they’d shown some interest in carrying her work on the other side of the border. It was a rare opportunity, but one she was eager to take advantage of – something to show the world that Metronia wasn’t completely dead, culturally.

Only mostly dead, at least.

Her manager shook her head. “No word yet, but you know how cross-border messages go. I’m sure we’re just waiting for some pencil pusher to declare you’re not trying to overthrow the state. Oh, and speaking of, guess who that offer I was talking about came from?”

The singer quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at her.

“Yep, the talking heads want you for, oh, what was it… A Public Information Campaign, that was it. Offered pretty good money, too.”

R3bel snorted. “I’m not doing a PIC for the government,” she said, rolling her eyes as the pair pushed through the doors to the outside world. Her limo was waiting on the curb. “They’d ruin my image overnight!”

“I know, that’s what I told them,” her manager said with a rueful smile as the star got into her car. “Would’a been a nice payout though.”

“It’s not about the money, Elen,” the R3bel said, giving the woman a grin as she pulled the door closed, before pausing. “Well, not just about the money.” She winked, then pulled the door shut, fully sealing out the world beyond.

The idol leaned back and finally allowed herself to relax. It had been a long day, but now she was due for some R&R. She didn’t have anything else scheduled all weekend, so it was time to kick back and… Annnd… And that wasn’t her driver up front.

“Hey,” she said, frowning as she leaned forward. There was glass between her and the front seat, but she knew they could hear her over the radio. “Who are you?”

The driver didn’t respond. R3bel’s eyes narrowed as she sat up. “I said-”

“Oh, I do apologise for your state appointed driver’s silence – they weren’t instructed to talk. And please, don’t be concerned. Your regular chauffer had to call in sick today, and we generously offered a replacement at short notice.”

R3bel blinked as the backseat TV suddenly crackled to life without her say-so, displaying the emblem of the Y party – Metronia’s ruling body. Oh great.

“I prefer to be informed of ‘short notice replacements’ ahead of time, thank you,” she stated flatly, her eyes focusing on the camera over the TV. Doubtless she had an audience. Annoying as it was, all communication devices had been monitored by the Ys for seditious messaging for longer than she had been alive – it was just how things worked. Someone of lesser status might have been scared to be contacted like this, but R3bel knew there was nothing they would dare do to someone of her level of infamy. “But let me guess – you’d like me to reconsider your PIC nonsense, right?”

“Reconsider? My dear Emily, you’ve only just been informed of our offer! You’ve barely had time to consider it in the first place.”

R3bel bristled. “My name is R3bel, Yfer. I even changed it legally, so don’t give me that Emily crap. And I’ve had all the time I need to consider your ‘offer’ – no thanks. My fans would take one look and scrap me forever.”

The TV chuckled. “Well, perhaps one look is all that we’ll need. But really, let’s not get ahead of ourselves – you should see our campaign before you jump to a decision. Here, take a look.”

The idol groaned – out loud, because fuck being polite to these assholes – but settled back all the same. It wasn’t like she had any other options right now – aside from jumping out of a moving car, at least.

The screen flickered, and music began to play. It was exactly the kind of sound track you’d expect from a governmental broadcast – flat and dull. Ordinarily, R3bel would have been offended by its very existence, just by sheer virtue of her own musical leanings. But… Hm. It was weird. This one wasn’t so bad. The liltingly light piano tune should have been repetitive, but instead it was just kind of catchy. It really wormed its way in through her ears, and she found herself hesitantly nodding along with it. Not awful – that was as high as she was willing to go.

She couldn’t say the same for the footage, though. It was grainy as hell, and flickered like one of those super old school film projectors. Clearly all the money had gone on their music design. So what the fuck would they need her for anyway? She was a musician, she wasn’t going to work to someone else’s tracks without any say in the matter, no matter how catchy they were.

“Our homes are under attack…” The camera panned along a suburb street filled with detached houses and perfect picket fenced gardens – the kind that R3bel was sure didn’t actually exist anywhere in Metronia’s borders. And for something that was supposedly under attack, it all looked rather peaceful to her.

“Our communities are falling apart…” A dusty city park was next. Again, it looked perfectly normal, but the flickering footage was set to make it feel dark and lonely. Tch, amateur filmmaking tricks. Still, there was something oddly compelling about it all…

“Our nation is in crisis…” The national Metronia flag was flying against a red sky. R3bel felt a strange pang. Despite the obviously manipulative video, it was hard not to feel bad for the state of the country. Despite herself she found herself biting her lip, curious to see where this was all going.

“But together, we can overcome.” The logo of the Y party flashed up, and for the first time the idol felt a surge of relief at seeing it. Okay, so there was a solution to this issue – she just had to be a good girl and watch closely to see it.

Huh. Where had those thoughts come fr-

“Careerism and independent living is causing our society to crumble…” No time for thinking about that – or thinking at all! She had to watch and listen. The film footage flickered again, and now R3bel found it hard to even comprehend the idea of tearing her eyes away from it as she saw crowds of people all moving past one another, no one even seeming to notice anyone else around them – all ignoring one another’s existence.

“We must return to the old ways…” An image flashed up of a stereotypical nuclear family home, with a husband reading the morning paper at the kitchen table, two kids eating breakfast, all being served by the wife and mother with a happy smile on her face. R3bel distantly felt herself gasp at the sight, too invested in the show now to be more aware of her own body. The sight of such a perfect, happy life was incredible to her eyes. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.

W-wait, that wasn’t…

“Metronia is sending out the call to all women…” The flag flashed up again, and this time the idol felt a surge of pride roll up her spine. Yes! She was being called to serve, and she would answer!

… Huh? No, no, this was… What was happening to her?

“To abandon fruitless ideas like ambition and greed…” Money was thrown aside, a blonde woman walked out of an office building with a smile on her face, never having to degrade herself with work again. R3bel was breathing hard now, a happy smile on her face, even as her eyes grew more and more concerned.

“And turn to unity and security…” People celebrated in a church as a couple were married in a traditional wedding, the screen flashing brightly with as cameras went off around the happy pair, culminating in the bride being swept off her feet by the groom. A feeling of longing filled the idol’s chest, almost to a painful degree, a flood of jealousy running rampant in her heart.

“The Y Housewife initiative…” The Y logo again, this time accompanied by a glittering wedding ring. Happy. Serve. Obey. Wife. She could feel her head fluttering like her brain was a bun being steamed as unsaid words pounded into her mind.

“A wife for every home.”

The video ended, and the idol gasped as though she was coming up for air. Her heart was hammering and sweat was pouring down her brow. “What- What was that?” She asked, her voice sounding soft and dazed. “I… I won’t have anything to do with it…”

“Oh, bravo, Emily.” The voice used her old name again, but this time instead of a sting of anger she felt a swell of gratefulness. Changing her name had been far too independent – she was just a silly girl… Ngh, no! No, stop that! “Our research has shown that only one person in a hundred thousand is resistant enough to our new techniques to vocally deny them after such a direct showing. You’re very strong minded. It’s no wonder that our panel chose you to be our spokesperson.”

“Ngh…” R3bel massaged her eyes, trying to blink rapidly and get rid of the dry feeling after she’d been so focused on that video. “Panel?”

“Yes – a state sponsored cross examination of the audience we want to reach with this campaign. We took a sample of every group that we wanted to reach – the rebellious ones, the career driven ones, even the general societal outcasts. And all of them said that their main cultural influencer was you. You should be proud, Emily! You have a big audience out there – one that we can’t wait to tap through you.”

“N-never…” She was getting out of this backwards country tonight, and she was never coming back. Bastards – to think they would dare do this to their own citizens…

“Oh, but I think you will. You see, one person in a hundred thousand can resist one video – but no one we’ve studied thus far can resist a dozen.” The catchy music began to play again, and the idol found her eyes unwillingly being drawn back to the screen as it began to light up once again. “Enjoy your ride, Emily. I’ll see you once you arrive at the party headquarters.”

…

R3bel’s next performance wasn’t what any of her fans were expecting. A PIC deal didn’t seem like the infamous singer’s style, but they all tuned in loyally, if only to see where she was going with all this.

“What is she wearing?” Kat wondered, already pretty put off by her favourite idol’s flowing sundress and plain, curled hair. For a star who was famous for pushing the boundaries of the norms, she looked worryingly… ordinary, on screen.

“Eh.” Her friend Jade shrugged, watching over her shoulder. “It’s probably a bit. Let’s see where she goes with it.”

“Hello, everyone,” the singer waved as oddly catch music began to play. “I hope you like my new look. I’ve had a revelation recently that I’d like to share with you all, but first, I have an announcement…”

The pair of women shared a look – although both of them soon found that their eyes pulled them back to watching the show.

“In retrospect, the name R3bel was a silly nickname…” The music grew louder, and lights began to flash on screens the nation over, words starting to pound into unsuspecting heads. “From now on, I’d like you all to call me by my true name – 0bey~”

And as the cameras flashed and the music blared, women across the state had no choice, but to do just that.

-

Request: P4 pamphlets-Naoto is a woman who enjoys a good mystery but when she receives a paper that promises to teach the reader how to be a proper geisha-perfect makeup and outfit perfectly huge T/A for others to enjoy and perfect devotion to her master-she’s rather confused. After all she already is all those things…

Naoto Shirogane was no stranger to receiving mystery mails and anonymous tips – in fact, it was something she rather looked forward to, in her profession. One didn’t send a message to a detective for no reason, generally. If someone took the time to send the great detective prince a hidden message generally there was a reason for it, and she was ever keen to prove her sharp mind against such challenges.

This one, though… This one could probably go in the trash. It had slid through her door addressed to her, and it didn’t look like ordinary junk mail – it didn’t seem to be advertising any services or products, at the very least – but... Well. The title ‘5 Simple Rules To Being The Perfect Proper Geisha’ just didn’t inspire any kind of confidence in its contents.

Honestly, she couldn’t imagine why anyone would send her such a thing. Who would confuse her with a Geisha? She certainly didn’t look like one. A female entertainer, a performance artist? Really, she couldn’t look further from such a thing if she tried. Her typical clothing was as masculine as it got, and her reputation as a detective prince had been a deliberate effort on her part to get as far away from the preconceptions she’d face as a girl as she could.

So why would someone send her this? None of her friends would, and quite frankly no one else should have the faintest clue about her gender in the first place. Was this pamphlet supposed to be blackmail, in some way? That was an interesting hypothesis… She’d certainly made enough enemies in her time as an investigator to have earned a spot on a few people’s lists.

Really, that was the idea that appealed to her the most. If an enemy had sent something like this to her in an effort to warn her off, then that meant they had something to hide. Certainly, she couldn’t let such an effort go to waste, could she? She needed to take a look at it for clues – and that meant reading through the entire thing. At the very least, she was sure it would be an amusing diversion for a few minutes.

Sitting back at her desk, she chuckled quietly to herself at the simplistic front cover of the pamphlet for a moment, even as her eyes checked for postmarks or signs of its sender. It was only when she was confident there was nothing there – at least, nothing the naked eye could detect – that she opened it up. Wearing gloves, of course. She’d have to check for fingerprints later.

The first rule was written on the page in elegant calligraphy.

‘Keep up with your makeup! A proper geisha is never seen without her face~’

Naoto sighed. Well she wasn’t going to get any clues out of that. What an inane statement. If you wanted to be a geisha, you’d have to wear makeup? There wasn’t even a tutorial or anything for how to apply it – just the picture of a traditional white face just below the text. Useless! At least this essentially confirmed that this was a home-made pamphlet, not something professionally made – there was far too much empty space and useless info to believe it was made by anyone who knew what they were doing.

The detective pursed her lips in annoyance – but as she did, she didn’t notice the thick coat of red lipstick that was steadily applying itself over them. Nor did she notice the way a wave of white spread out from her lips a moment later, traditional geisha foundation slowly, gently coating her skin, slipping over her cheeks, nose and eyelids. Indeed, it wasn’t long at all before her entire face was a pale, dusty white, her makeup even spreading down her neck, until there was no skin above her chest uncovered. The only parts of her that stood out were her lips, and her dark eyes, as a little black eyeshadow applied itself to her lids. There was even a hint of flowery perfume in the air now, though the detective missed it – her nose far too used to it, even though it hadn’t been a moment ago.

Alright, the first page had proven pretty pointless. Time to see if that pattern continued overleaf. With a roll of her made-up eyes, Naoto turned the page, and read up on rule two.

‘Don't ration your fashion! A proper geisha is always dressed for the task.’

Of course. A geisha would have to wear a kimono. Duh. They were pretty famous for doing so. What was the point of this leaflet supposed to be, honestly? Other than a waste of paper, at the very least. This text wasn’t even threatening, like you’d expect a blackmail note to be – it was just inane observations about geisha, presumably, by someone who didn’t know very much about geisha. But why?

Naoto huffed, adjusting her cap – only to miss said cap dissolving into perfumed mist a moment after she lowered her fingers, vanishing as though it had never been. There was no room for it left on her head, after all – it would have gotten in the way of the traditional bun that her hair now pulled itself into, her blue locks lengthening to give the style enough volume to work, and long, elaborate hair pins materialising to hold it into shape.

The change swept downwards, her blue shirt and jacket starting to dissolve at the collar. A wide, pale skinned neckline was slowly exposed, also revealing the bindings that Naoto used to hide her chest for a moment before they too dissolved, until finally new fabric began to take her garment’s place. Soft silk sheets draped themselves over the detective’s shoulders, a vibrant, gentle blue in colour. Slowly, they wove themselves down her body, replacing her sensible, if a little overly professional garb with a long and flowing kimono, decorated with embroidered patterns of flowers and birds. At her waist, a new piece appeared, a sash that wrapped itself around her waist tightly and tied itself with an elaborate bow, letting the rest of her kimono hang loosely below, her practical trousers vanishing into nothingness and her sensible shoes turning into heels. The last change was the vanishing of her gloves, revealing delicate hands with blue painted nails… But despite the detective’s sharp senses, she didn’t notice the switch. Why would she, after all? This was perfectly normal, wasn’t it…?

Besides, her attention was still on this stupid pamphlet. So far, its keen insights on geisha had amounted to ‘wear makeup and pretty clothes’. What gem of knowledge would rule number three reveal? Only turning the page would tell her that, and thus, that’s just what she did.

‘Embody your body! A proper geisha's curves are for everyone to enjoy.’

Ah. Naturally. Whoever wrote this piece of trash wasn’t interested in geisha as consummate professionals, entertainers and dancers of incredible skill and grace. No, they were talking about the stereotype – the concubines and whores dressed in elegance and little else. Well, that revealed a little about their mental profile, at least. At this point she was half tempted to track down whoever wrote this crap just to punish them for making something so worthless.

While she scoffed, though, she was oblivious to a rather interesting shift in herself. Namely, in her curves. Now, Naoto Shirogane had never exactly been lacking in that department – which had given her no end of grief when she was pretending to be a man – but her measurements were certainly nothing like whatever the one who’d sent her the pamphlet had in mind. That was about to change.

Her kimono was still rather loose in the chest, but that wasn’t to last. Even as she read the rule again and pondered its meaning and relevance, her breasts were starting to swell, plumping up and rising through the alphabet. Soon, the silk cloth was straining to hold itself closed, the seal of her sash the only reason her kimono didn’t unwrap itself there and then to show the world the fine fruits beneath. The idea of ever disguising herself as a man vanished from Naoto’s memory like mist before the morning sun – binding these breasts would only get you accused of trying to smuggle melons out at Junes.

Which wasn’t to say her lower half was being neglected though. No, the detective soon found herself rising in her seat, her ass growing fatter by the second – not settling until she had perfect giant round hips for gripping and shaking.  A sexual servant needed a body to serve with, after all, and by the time the change was done she was a tightly wrapped curvy hourglass just waiting to be opened up.

But naturally, she noticed none of this, even though her body had been almost completely transformed. Gone was the masculine presenting woman detective – sat in her place was a woman that no one would mistake for anything other than the most seductive of geisha, with curves and clothes to match. And yet, Naoto still read on, still hunting for clues… And in so doing, turned to the next page, and to the fourth rule.

‘Be demure and polite, it's only right! A proper geisha speaks softly, if at all, and never loses her composure.’

She outright snorted at that. Ah, perhaps this was why her mystery admirer had sent this thing to her? Be seen and not heard – well she’d certainly heard that one enough times in her childhood. Well if that was their intent, they were out of luck – she’d never taken to that particular rule. As far as she was concerned, the louder she acted, the better. After all, what was the use of a detective who solved the crime and kept it to themselves?

Although… Naoto took a breath, frowning and ignoring the way her chest bounced. Obviously, it was essential to conduct oneself with manners and decorum, especially in this age. You got more flies with honey than with vinegar, as it were. Yes, well, if she was being truthful, she’d seen far more results by just smiling sweetly than she’d seen other women get by being loud and crass. Composure was important… Very important. Besides wasn’t it better to bring enjoyment to others, rather than to pursue her own selfish need for validation? That was the height of immaturity, surely.

A small, knowing smile settled on her painted lips as her entire body language changed. The casual crossing of her legs was replaced by seating herself primly in her chair. Her lackidasical slouch stiffened into good, proper posture with her back straight and head held high. Manners and decorum were an essential part of her self-image, and she certainly wasn’t about to let anyone see her acting improperly. That would just be rude.

Once she was secure, though, her attention couldn’t help but be drawn back to the pamphlet. There was just one page left now, but she bit her plush lip as she considered turning it over to read. Would that be proper? She should obviously take great care over something that someone had taken so much time to send her, but she didn’t want to be presumptuous. Still, she had started, so she should do her thoughtful admirer the courtesy of completing their work… She turned to the last page.

‘You are an ocean of obedient devotion! A proper geisha knows her master is right no matter what, and is forever devoted to serving his needs, whatever they may be.’

Ahhh, of course. The geisha smiled happily as she felt a wave of contentment settle over her. Yes, that was most certainly rule number one – Master was always correct. What else could it possibly be?

She sank to her knees proudly, her chair and desk dissolving out from under her as her office space suddenly morphed into a lush pad filled with curtains and incense, with cushions dotted around on various matts for sitting, and a great bed in the centre for… other uses. This was Naoto’s place of work, after all, even if her ‘work’ was no longer detecting.

Heh, a girl detective. What a fanciful notion. Ridiculous, of course, but in an amusing way. Certainly not the kind of thing that appealed to Naoto, though. No, all she was interested in was serving her Master, whatever he needed of her. Ah, in fact, the very thought of him now made her heart flutter, and generated no small amount of warmth between her legs. She found herself pressing a fan over her mouth to hide her giggle, and a hungry licking of her lips. After all, a perfect geisha only allowed her Master to see her as anything but the embodiment of elegance – and she was a perfect geisha, through and through.

Hmm. Though, while she waited for Master to come for her… Strange, she couldn’t quite picture his face… Perhaps she should make sure that this wonderful pamphlet made its way to someone who needed it. It did contain excellent advice, after all. If one truly wanted to entertain men, one couldn’t do better than these five simple rules.

Maybe Rise would appreciate reading it. She was, after all, an aspiring entertainer. Doubtless she would benefit from its wisdom… Yes, the demure woman though, rising to her feet gracefully, that sounded like the perfect plan.

Thusly decided, the geisha strutted forward, making sure that every step made her ass sway like a pendulum, and smiling proudly as she felt her kimono struggle to keep her jiggling tits contained. She belonged to her Master, yes – which was why she delighted in showing off the fine property that her Master owned. Few things made her heart race more than making other men jealous of him… And, of course, if he willed it so, he was free to sell her services to whomever he pleased. That was a power she was all too happy to grant him.

And if Rise wanted to get on board, she’d be just as happy to share that power with her. Perhaps they could even join forces and serve the glorious man at the same time, or put on a seductive show for his pleasure. She was sure her friend would taste wonderfully sweet…

As long as it pleased him, of course~

-

Request: Naruto-Hinata adores her life as a simpleminded and stacked maid working along her fellow servants. Though she was the oddest feeling that she and the others used to be a bit…flatter. And smarter. And were ninjas! Good thing that Master is there to quiet her doubts (and give her a little tweak make sure they don’t happen again.)

“Hey, like… Do you ever think about how things were before we came to serve Master?” Hinata wasn’t one to ask questions often, being too shy to speak much around guests, but around her sisters she could occasionally find her voice. It was still a surprising event, of course, and given that her sisters weren’t very smart it often led to them looking around for where the mystery speaker was.

On this occasion, thankfully, her companion was one of the smarter maids working in the palace, and, low bar though that may be, she managed to work out who was talking in record time. Her black skirt twirled as she turned to face her partner, its short length guaranteeing that any witnesses would get full confirmation that their uniform did not include underwear, and her dark coset top with a tight white bustier front that barely managed to hold in her cleavage managed to stop her from jiggling too much.

“Before?” Tenten asked, tilting her head and accidentally dipping one of her lengthy dark twintails in the mop bucket at her feet. She squealed and ducked down to retrieve it – naturally dunking even more of her hair in, and knocking her mop over for good measure.

“Yeah, y’know, um… before.” Hinata just continued on regardless, one finger pressed lightly against her cheek as she concentrated on the strenuous task of thinking and talking at the same time. “Before we were, like, super sexy maids and stuff.”

The twintailed maid paused in her wringing out her hair to take her own turn at deep thinking, putting a finger on her chin as her other hand absently pressed her soaked hair into her chest (turning the already flimsy white bustier utterly transparent). “Um… Like, that doesn’t make any sense. We’ve always been sexy maids, haven’t we?”

“Um.” The non-twintailed maid’s brow wrinkled in confusion as she slowly mopped the floor. “Have we?”

“Yeah, sure.” Tenten nodded, now much more confident when her sister-maid didn’t immediately disagree. “I mean, think about it! What else would we be? Titties like this would be totally wasted on, like, cart… rider… person!” To emphasise, she gave her chest a hefty shake. Her boobs may have been on the smaller side for a maid, but they were still about as big as her head, and they popped out of her already strained top with minimal effort. “Oops.”

Hinata giggled, watching her friend bounce and jiggle as she tried to redress herself. She was tempted to join in, but her tits were the biggest in the palace and it’d take ages to fit them back inside her tight maid outfit again.

“Well, okay…” She agreed, because Tenten’s point was completely correct as far as she was concerned. “But, like, what if our titties were smaller?”

Her sister-maid paused, one boob still hanging out, to stare at her in shock. “That’d be, like, the absolute worst!” She gasped, clearly horrified at the very idea. “Why would you even say something like that?!?”

The maid with the bigger bust blushed. “I dunno. I just kinda had a dream last night where I had small ones.” She nervously mimed a smaller bosom against her chest – with a size that, ironically, would have been pretty large for a normal person – only to accidentally grope her breasts instead and distract herself with a blast of dizzying pleasure.

“Sounds like a total nightmare,” Tenten said as she finally squeezed herself back in.

“It wasn’t so bad.” Again, Hinata started trying to think back. “It was kinda nice, actually. Like, I was in a big village full of tons of people! And, like, I was there, and you were there, and-”

“Wait, I was in the small titty village?!” Now the twintail bimbo sounded genuinely upset! It took Hinata a long moment to work out why – but then she got it. Tenten had always been kinda sensitive about having some of the smallest boobs in the palace. She had a real thing about being ignored for it, something that could sometimes really get to her. Even now, she was starting to tear up, sniffling as her lower lip trembled. “W-was it ‘cus Master didn’t want me anymore?”

“Oh, honey, no…” Hinata immediately went into comfort mode. Dumb she may be, but she was by far one of the most maternal members of the maid squad, and she soon had her friend wrapped in a big comforting hug. “Your boobs are super great! It was just a dream, don’t worry.”

“Y-y’sure?” Tenten sniffed.

“Totes!” She spun her smaller friend around and brought her hands up to grope the girl’s still-sudsy tits. “See how big these babies are?” She flicked her nipples and gave them another squeeze. “No one could ever be unhappy with these~”

The twintail melted immediately, of course moaning and squirming as Hinata’s talented hands quickly massaged her woes out of her head. Before long she’d turned her head to capture her friend’s lips with her own, and the pair exchanged squeals of pleasure as their fingers roamed one another’s bodies…

By the time they finally broke apart, strings of saliva linking their mouths and dripping juices drizzling down their legs, her concerns were long forgotten.

“Like, what were we talking about…?”

“Um… Dunno?”

As was the rest of their conversation. Oh well – it couldn’t have been that important, could it?

…

“So, like… Do you ever think about what you’d be if you weren’t a maid?” It was the next day, and this time Hinata had been assigned to work in the kitchens – away from Tenten (who was far too clumsy to allow near the knives) after they’d spent most of their cleaning shift making out instead of mopping up. Hopefully the more senior maids there could keep her better in line.

“If I wasn’t a maid?” Again, the question just drew confused looks – this time from the tanned form of Temari, who didn’t pause as she looked while she continued to chop vegetables on the board in front of her. “That doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t I be a maid?”

“Oh…” That one made Hinata pause to think the question over. Why wouldn’t they be maids? Being a maid was the bestest thing ever! “I dunno! But, like… What if, right?”

“What if what?” The blonde blinked, squinting as if she’d just been asked a particularly tricky riddle.

“If you weren’t a maid?” Now Hinata sounded uncertain, but she tried to power on through.

“Ah. Um. Hm.” Temari bit her lip, thinking about it. That was a tricky one. Automatically, she scraped the chopped veg into a pot and set it to boil as she pondered. “Do I have to not be a maid?”

The pale eyed girl had to think about that one. “I guess so? Like, if you weren’t a maid you couldn’t really be a maid…”

“Oh yeah.” Temari’s brusk attitude and somewhat intimidating nature could fool quite a few people into thinking she was passably intelligent, but make no mistake – she was as dumb as a rock, she just scowled a lot. “Maybe a sex slave then?”

“Ooohhh!” Now there was an idea! Then you’d get to spend all your time with Master letting him fuck your brains out and play with your titties and… and… Hey, wait a minute! “But, like, isn’t that what we do already?”

“Huh? What? Noo…” The blonde bimbo paused to think. “Is it?”

“Yeeeaaaah, Master fucks us, like, all the time!”

“Well yeah, but, y’know…” Temari shrugged – her apron bouncing as her tits jiggled beneath it. “Like, less of the other stuff? I mean, what other jobs even are there? If I was a sex slave I bet I’d never leave the bedroom – y’know, like Ino and Sakura.”

“Ooooohhhh…” This time Hinata nodded in understanding – and naturally, joined jealousy. Every maid was jealous of Ino and Sakura. Master usually had them attending his bedroom, instead of any of the other duties maids got. Of course, they were all happy to serve and obey as he desired, but all of them wanted to be in that pair’s place.

“Yeah.” The blonde nodded, pleased with herself, and turning back to her cooking… Until, after a moment, she remembered what she’d been saying. “So why did you ask?”

“Huh? Oh right. It was ‘cus of a dream I had!” The dark-haired maid bounced in place as she explained. “It was like, really strange! I was in it and I was, y’know, not a maid? It was super weird.”

“Woah…” Temari stared at her in confusion, her lips pursing as she tried to make her slow brain comprehend such a strange thing. “So then, like… What were you?”

Hinata nodded. “That was the weirdest thing! I was, um… A nin… A niiiin… Uh, a nin-nin! I was, y’know, super awesome and super smart and stuff!” She paused, and then pouted. “And my boobs were, like, super small. So not cool.”

The blonde stared at her. Then she snickered. Then she chuckled. Then she burst out laughing, throwing her head back and leaning against the kitchen table. “You? Super smart? Wow, that’s, like, definitely a dream!”

“Yeah…” The dark-haired bimbo giggled along with her friend. And then… Waaaait a second! “Heeeeeey,” she pouted. “I could be super smart! You don’t know!”

Temari just giggled at her. “C’mon, Hina, you’re dumber than Naru! That takes, like, brains made of rocks, y’know?”

The bimbo opened her mouth to object… But couldn’t quite manage. It was pretty true. That dream had been kinda scary, actually. Her brain had worked in such a weird way, with, like, thoughts and ideas and stuff. It was no wonder it had stuck in her mind after she had woken up. “I mean, yeah, that was why the dream was so strange and stuff. I was like, thinking things that weren’t about fucking and serving Master! And my tits were teeny, you’ve got no idea!”

“Sounds dumb.” The blonde shrugged, her boobs proudly jiggling. “Just forget about it.”

“But I caaaaan’t,” Hinata whined. She huffed and folded her arms. “I keep thinkin’ about it and stuff.”

Temari grinned. “Oh, I know how to solve that~”

“Huh? How do you- OH!” Suddenly there were fingers sliding under her skirt and her ability to think had zipped right out of her head.

The blonde giggled as she pulled Hinata close into her chest and started to play. “I got a few minutes until the soup is ready. Lemme fuck that silly dream right out of your head~”

Quite a lot of maid interactions ended this way.

…

“So… I think I’ve asked this before, but if you girls weren’t maids, what do you think you’d be?”

“Huh?” Ino stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “Um, a maid. Duh. What else would I be?”

“Mmphm.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Forehead.”

“Well I dunno…” Hinata sighed, her full lips pouting. “It’s just been bothering me recently. Like, this weird feeling that we’re not supposed to be big booby maids and stuff. Like we’re supposed to be smart and strong, y’know?”

“Mmbl?”

“Yeah, what?” The blonde rolled her eyes. “That’s dumb, Hinata. You’re dumb.”

“Mm!”

“I knoooowwwww,” the dark-haired maid whined. “It’s so annoying! But I had this dream, right, and in it we were all, like, super badass fighter chicks with small boobs and big brains and it was the worst. But now it keeps coming back every night! And, um…” She looked around conspiratorially, before leaning in closer to the other two. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think I’m, like, starting to think and stuff. I just can’t seem to stop myself… Girls, I might be getting smart.”

Sakura and Ino exchanged a look. “Are you sure?”

Hinata nodded slowly. “Yeah. But I dunno what to do about it…”

“I should probably get that sorted out before you make up your mind, then.” A familiar male voice suddenly interrupted their talk. Surprised, Hinita looked around left and right, before looking down and spotting the man resting his head between her tits.

“Oh, Master! I forgot you were down there.”

“I figured,” the man said, sounding amused. Ino giggled and Sakura snorted, still bobbing her head up and down on his cock. “Not much room in that head of yours for two separate lines of thought. Sounds like you’ve got a few leftover memories though. Lemme clean those out before you boil that bimbo brain of yours…”

“Of course, Master,” Hinata said with a happy smile. “Just let me know what to do!”

“Just hold still.” He reached up calmly and tapped a purple glowing finger against the bimbo’s forehead. Immediately, her eyes crossed as a surge of warmth ran through her head, her body going stiff. Then a low moan echoed from her throat as pleasure blasted through her mind, washing what was left of her former life right out of her brain – her breasts plumping up a little larger as the energy flowed down into them instead.

Ino and Sakura shared an amused look with one another, before Sakura pulled back and Ino positioned her cunt over Master’s prepared cock. Soon she began to bounce, her surprisingly flexible muscles making for one hell of a fuck…

And their Master leaned back, enjoying his titty pillow with a smile. “What do you think, Hinata? If you weren’t a maid, what would you be?”

His answer was a giggle as she began to massage his head with her breasts. “Don’t be silly, Master. I’m your big booby bimbo maid slave – that’s all I’ve ever been, and it’s all I’ll ever be~”

She was right.

-

Request: A futuristic heroic space fighter pilot's AI partner has become corupted, and decides to brainwash her into a sexy, ruthless pirate queen, ready to start their conquest of the spacelanes.

There were few things that scared Selene Starcatcher. Black holes. Unrefined kelp. Small dogs. But overall, she was one of the few people in the galaxy that could be considered utterly fearless, and if you saw her in action, you would believe it. After all, it was hard to believe that someone swinging between severed connector cables, dodging a storm of laser bolts and firing back between barks of ecstatic laughter was sensible enough to know what fear was in the first place.

“Is that all you’ve got, space cadets?!” She yelled, once again ducking out of the way of a vaporising blast at the last second. “I’ve seen grandmas who are better shots than you lot!”

[Maybe it would be a better idea to not taunt the evil army.] A female voice on her headset in the cool, calm tones that only an AI could ever truly master. [Eventually, one of them is going to get lucky.]

“Psh.” Selene flicked her blonde hair back out of her face and focused her visor on the city sized orb that took up most of the room. “What do you think, DarkCore? How long until one of your drones hits me?”

[YOUR DEATH IS ASSURED, STARCATCHER.] The Sphere’s simulated intellect broadcast its voice over every speaker in a three-mile radius, its ‘voice’ thundering through the human space crusader’s bodes. [THE HEART OF THE DARK EMPIRE WILL BE YOUR GRAVE.]

The heroine rolled her eyes and jumped to the next cable. “Always so dramatic with you. You know I wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t raided Delphi 12. I had stuff on that planet! And it had my favourite Martian bar. Really, you bring this stuff on yourselves.”

[AN ENTIRE FLEET DESTROYED AND GALACTIC OPERATIONS IMPEDED BY 10% OVER A SMALL MINING COLONY? THE UNIVERSE WILL THANK US ONCE YOUR ILLOGICAL EXISTENCE IS ELIMINATED, STARCATCHER.]

“It was really good Martian food,” she yelled as she swung out, running along a cooling tower wall as shots blasted all around her. “Did a red potato like no one else.”

[DESTROY HER. ERASE HER. DELETE HER!]

Selene laughed, finally landing on the control deck right in front of the terminal for the world spanning SI. “I don’t think so.”

The gigantic computer seemed to have an idea of why she was so confident. [IF YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN HACK THROUGH OUR INTERFACE PROTETION AND DEACTIVATE OUR PURSUIT BEFORE YOU ARE VAPORISED, YOU ARE AN EVEN GREATER FOOL THAN WE THOUGHT.]

But the heroine just smirked. “Oh no, no need for that. Your dumb drones already blew up like, half of your cooling towers while they were chasing me. I reckon you’ve got about 30 seconds before this whole hemisphere goes up. I’m just here for the exit.” She punched a button on the console and then jumped to catch the elevator beam that she’d just sent hurtling up towards the planet’s surface. “Enjoy the fireworks, DarkCore! If any of your backups survive, let me know, I’ll be happy to blow them up as weeelllll!”

She vanished up through the roof, just as a worrying rumble began to shake through the gigantic chamber. It didn’t take the vast intelligence more than a quantum second to recognise that Selene’s assessment was correct. The planet spanning computer system was about to go nova – and it would take the planet with it.

[STARCATCHER!]

[I think you made it mad.]

“Good, that’ll make him run hotter!” With twenty seconds to go, the intrepid adventurer flipped out of the anti-gravity beam and landed on the planet’s metal surface, already sprinting for the nearby space dock. “You got my ride ready for me, Maria?”

[I do wish you’d asked me to get the Novacutter ready before you ensured that this entire planet was about to explode.]

“That’s a yes, right?” Selene slid around a corner and accelerated towards the landing pad.

[Yes. But in the future-]

“The future is a problem for another me – fire up the engines!” She slammed unhooked her blaster and vaporised the door standing between her and her incoming ship, just as the tremors began to reach the surface. With a flying leap, she jumped towards the opening docking bay just as her count reached zero.

Nothing happened and she landed safely with a quiet whine of disappointment.

[If you’d asked, I could have told you that the situation wouldn’t reach critical failure point for another minute. By which time I advise that we be out of the atmosphere.] Already, the docking ramp was sealing back up, and the ship was turning to begin its climb out of the planet’s gravity well.

“Fine, fine, I was guessing,” Selene shrugged, hurrying through her ship’s interior to the pilot’s seat. “It sounded cool, that’s the important thing.”

[I’m sure.] Said the voice of an AI who knows better than to argue. [Please prepare to take the helm – I expect the Dark Fleet will not let us escape so easily.]

“Already on it!” Indeed, the blonde didn’t need to be told twice. Her bodysuit clad form slid into place, latex wrapped hands gripping both control rods as her visor hooked into the ship’s piloting systems. Selene Starcatcher was a famed explorer and adventurer, yes, but she was an infamous pilot – able to thread a needle from the other side of a solar system, she was keen to boast, and few were willing to challenge her.

Indeed, just as the ship’s thrusters engaged, Dark Fleet fliers zoomed overhead, opening fire on their hated enemy. They missed by just a hair’s breadth as the legendary pilot’s reflexes took over, and their only reward was her sticking her tongue out at them as she rocketed past. They gave chase, of course, zipping between buildings and trying to soar up into the clouds, but no matter what they did, Selene just wove between their attacks as naturally as she breathed. And when the planet began to crack beneath them, suddenly the pursuit didn’t feel that important in the grand scheme of things.

[ST- ST- AAAA- RRRRR CH-CH-CH-CHARRRSSSRRRRR!!!] As the planet shattered and the crackling explosion thundered through the void in a great wave of annihilation, trailing just behind the Novacutter’s engines, its comms lit up with a dying scream of rage, DarkCore’s red eye glaring at the hated pilot from every monitor.

“Huh. Yeah, you were right – he was mad.” Selene muttered absently as she leaned up to flick a few switches and reroute more power to the thrusters.

[It’s some kind of last ditch virus attack. I believe it’s using all of its computing power to try to brute force my systems.]

“Oof. That’s a lot of computer.” Selene glanced out the window at the giant fireball where a planet had once been. “Or it was. You okay?”

[I- I- I will be fine.] Maria stuttered momentarily, but then continued on so smoothly the pilot wondered if she’d just misheard her. [Incoming communications from Admiral Tyler.]

“Ooohh, Brad’s calling? Put him through, put him through!” She paused for a moment. “How’s my makeup? Looking good?”

“Looks great to me, Commander Starchaser!” A laughing male voice filled the cabin as a broad shouldered man in blue military uniform showed up on the monitors. “It seems you’ve handled our little Dark Fleet problem.”

“A-Admiral Tyler! I wasn’t expecting you so soon…” Selene gave her AI a sideyed glance, before flashing the screen a winning smile. “And all in a day’s work, Sir! I don’t think we’ll be needing to worry about any more raids on the Cyrus system. With their leadership gone, the Dark Fleet will fall apart in a matter of weeks!”

The Admital gave the heroine a dazzling smile. “That’s just what I wanted to hear. Come on back to Earth, Commander – you’ve earned a vacation and a half!” The line closed.

Selene sighed dreamily. “Think he’ll let me have half of him instead?”

Silence was her only answer. Confused, the pilot looked around to see if there was a problem with her ship’s speaker system. “Uh. Maria? Did you hear me? I said-”

[Apologies. I was… considering with something.] The AI’s voice suddenly spoke up. [I heard your poor attempt at flirtatious humor. It did not seem worthy of note.]

“Hmph. Mean.” The pilot sulked and folded her arms, but generally that had been the kind of reaction she’d expected anyway.

[As you say. In the meantime, you should prepare to enter hypersleep. The journey to earth will take some time.]

“Yeah yeah.” Selene sighed and rose from her seat. “… You’ll tell me if anything comes up that needs a good pilot, right? An asteroid field, or a pirate attack…”

[Of course.]

The heroine slowly rose to her feet and headed back through the ship to the sleep pods. After all that action, it always felt a little anticlimactic to drop herself in and fall asleep, but she had to admit she was pretty tired. Blowing up planets could really take the energy out of you!

“Gnight Maria,” she muttered as she sat back, letting the pod seal and drifting off into darkness.

[Sweet dreams, Selene…]

…

Unfortunately for Selene Starcatcher, and soon for the whole galaxy, DarkCore’s final attack had been a touch more effective than it had appeared. Oh, it hadn’t succeeded in its main goal – overwriting Maria’s systems and throwing the Novacutter into the nearest sun – but it had managed to crack into some of the AI’s core systems. She had managed to block it out of most of the changes it wanted to make, of course, she was good at system defence… But one had gotten through. And one would be all it would take.

It was a simple change. A single line of extra code in Maria’s priority index. An extra point at the top of her list, just above the former highest priority, protecting her pilot.

‘Strengthen the Dark Fleet.’

Naturally, if either DarkCore or Maria had a choice about which hack succeeded, neither would have chosen that one. But they hadn’t, and it had, so now the AI had to deal with it. And it wasn’t an easy task to parse! The Fleet had just been all but annihilated – without DarkCore to lead them, they were easy pickings for every other force in the quadrant. Their only chance was if a new leader rose up in the middle of the power vacuum and took over before they were destroyed…

But where could such a leader be found? There wasn’t one in her database – at least, not one who wouldn’t be more loyal to some cause other than the Dark Fleet. Unacceptable. She had to strengthen the Dark Fleet, first and foremost.

Well, if she couldn’t find such a person, perhaps she could create one…

…

Selene’s dreams were restless. Strange thoughts kept passing through her mind, odd visions that didn’t make sense playing out in her head. Memories rose and played out before her sleeping eyes, but they happened… differently, here.

In one dream she was back on earth, learning to fight from her mother. Luna Starcatcher had been the princess of an entire star kingdom before taking to the spacelanes to adventure, and all of that knowledge, she’d entrusted to her daughter. Selene could remember her words as clear as crystal. “These arts have been passed down in our family for generations, and must only ever be used to protect others. Swear to me now, dearest – swear you will only ever use them to fight evil, and never for your own gain…”

Except… Something was wrong. Even as she recalled those words, a shadow seemed to pass over the memory like a cloud covering the sky – and in her dream, the words were very different.

“Our family has been stripped of its wealth, its power, and its prestige. All I have to give you now are these combat arts – and with them you must regain all that we have lost. Swear to me now, daughter – that you will use them to reclaim your birthright and more. Steal and seize whatever your hands can grasp, until the entire cosmos is in your grip. Swear to me!”

That… That wasn’t right… Was it…?

The next dream was even more confusing. This time the memory was of her first great adventure, when she’d defeated the evil conqueror Klaxis on the third moon of Cresta, putting an end to his reign of terror, and ushering freedom into the Heyon system.

But now she saw a different version of events. A different version of herself… A dark haired Selene defeating Klaxis in his throne room and not handing him over to the authorities, as she recalled, but rather pinning him to the ground with her foot, a vicious smile on her face. “Sorry, Klax,” she said, her voice cheerful, but with a malicious edge. “There’s only room for one conqueror in this system – and it ain’t you.”

Then she drew her blaster, and-

No! No, that never happened! Selene was… She was sure of it! But then, why did she remember it so clearly…?

The dreams didn’t wait for her to resolve her dilemma. Before she knew it, the next vision of the past was upon her. This one, again, one of her proudest memories – receiving the Pulsewave Award, the highest medal of bravery available in the military, and from Admiral Taylor himself, no less. She’d never been happier.

So then, why? Why was that shadow falling over this dream too? Why was everything changing – now her past self wasn’t accepting a medal, she was fighting the admiral, on the bridge of his ship!

“Ha ha!” She boasted, slashing through the air with her beam rapier and driving the heroic Admiral back. “You may be cute, but don’t think that’ll buy you mercy from Captain Starcatcher. Chasing after this pirate is chasing after your doom!”

No! No no no no no! Never, that never happened! Stop it, stop with the lies! What kind of nightmare was this?!?

“Nightmare? What are you talking about? These are my greatest hits!”

Suddenly there was someone else here. Selene’s eyes widened, and she spun around to find herself confronted by… herself? But it was a her with dark hair, and a darker smile. A blackened mirror image.

“Who… Who are you?” She found herself asking, even as the dream void around them shifted into the form of her trusty ship, the Novacutter.

Her double laughed. “Me? I’m Captain Selene Starcatcher – Galactic Conqueror!” Her smirk was sickeningly smug. “Obviously. Now why do I have a goody two-shoes runt running around my head?”

Selene gaped. “This is my head, you, you imposter! I don’t know how you got here, but I certainly don’t mind showing you what happens to galactic conquerors around here!”

She lunged – only to be grabbed out of the air and thrown aside by the other woman in a lightning attack that drove the air from her lungs. I-Impossible! No one should have been able to counter that move! Only someone trained in the same space arts as she could have possibly…!

The blonde Selene landed heavily in a metal chair – only to gasp in shock as restraints slid out and clicked around her wrists and ankles. “What-?”

“I see you found how I like to deal with troublesome little would-be heroes!” Dark Selene chuckled, striding up and smirking over her locked up foe. “The hypno chair’ll keep you quiet.”

“The hypno…?” Suddenly, a visor slammed over the good twin’s face, clear glass for a moment letting her see her evil self’s grin – and then her vision was filled with bright, twisting spirals, all in different colours. “Ah!”

“Heh.” She felt a hand clap down on her shoulder, but it was already starting to feel distant as her focus was drawn into the swirls. “You just sit here and enjoy the show. I’ll handle the rest from now on.”

Selene wanted to respond – wanted to deny her evil double and drive the darkness from her mind. But the twisting, spiralling, swirling colours were so… nice… She’d just watch them for a little bit… Let them lull her mind… for just a bit. Let herself relax… Enjoy… Stop thinking…

A dim, vapid smile slowly spread over her face. And in the distance, she thought she heard a familiar voice laughing – before she stopped thinking completely.

…

Selene Starcatcher’s eyes snapped open, and she rose to her feet as her hypersleep pod popped open around her – a few neural connectors detaching themselves from her head as it did. Casually, she stepped forward, flexing her neck and stretching her arms to really wake herself up. There wasn’t even a hint of surprise in her eyes when she saw the remains of DarkCore Prime outside the viewscreen window instead of Earth.

“Well that was a nice nap,” the conquering captain muttered, a sinister smile on her lips as she observed the ruins of the Dark Fleet’s capital planet. “What do you think, Maria? Did we give them enough time to realise their situation?”

[Affirmitive, Captain.] Her loyal AI answered. [The remnants of the Dark Fleet should be ready to accept your bid for leadership now.]

“They’d better be.” Selen sneered down at the fallen empire. “Otherwise I’ll have to crush a few more skulls. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Find their biggest ship and open up a communication’s channel. It’s time that the universe learned to fear the name of Captain Starcatcher.”

The pirate captain smiled as she waited for her will to be done. Today would be the dawning of a new empire – and the galaxy would never be the same~

-

Request: Sequel for RWBY Massages. Yang and her girlfriend Blake go to get their own massages at the Faire Massage Parlor. As a bonus for being recommended they get free bonus scalp massages! After the scalp massage leaves them relaxed the real massage can begin. After the massage our newly-yet-always-that-curvy couple begin heading back to plan for tonight’s orgy. Team RWBY is now/always has been a polyamorous harem.

“Are you sure this is the right way?”

“Uh… Preeetty sure.” Yang was not sure. Honestly, all Atlas streets looked the same to her. White and snowy, or snowy and white. She’d tried to follow Weiss’s directions as strictly as she could, but there may have been a few lefts when there should have been rights, or ups when there should have been downs. How was she supposed to know at this point? Their only option was to keep blazing forward and hope that eventually they found their destination.

Blake was starting to regret letting her blonde girlfriend handle the navigation duties, honestly. She loved her burning dragon, of course… But sometimes you could really tell she was a blonde. And the faunus didn’t like being out on the Atlas streets any longer than she had to. This place was the home of the Schnee dust company, as well as dozens of other awful corporations that exploited faunus labour. She could feel the disapproving stares on her as she walked about this city, just for being what she’d been born as. And while she had no reservations at all about throwing those looks right back at their owners, she still didn’t want to have to deal with them all the time. Cat ears or no, she wasn’t an actual animal, and she was tired of having to remind people of that fact.

The pair were only out here because their teammates – Yang’s sister Ruby and her partner/partner Weiss – had recommended that the two… No, really, they’d all but demanded that the two try out a particular salon that the two had enjoyed. Hell, Weiss had already booked an appointment for them. Which, hey, maybe was a little weird, but it was no secret she was always looking for ways to get more private time with Ruby… And neither Blake nor Yang really wanted to be anywhere nearby when the heiress got her wish. Those two got loud.

So taking her up on that appointment seemed like a pretty great idea! As long as they could get to the salon on time, at least.

Finally, the dark-haired huntress peered over the girlfriend’s shoulder, then looked around. “Hey, babe, is that the place?”

Yang looked up and followed Blake’s pointing finger. Just off down the street to the left was a tall, white building, with a big sign on the front that read ‘Faire Massage Parlour’. Aha!

“Hey, yeah, that’s it! Nice catch, B. C’mon, I think we can still make that appointment!”

Blake chuckled, naturally amused by her partner’s antics, and quickly followed after the girl, soundlessly clasping her hand on the front door step. The pair shared a smile and a small kiss, before stepping through the sliding glass doors and into the salon.

…

The pair were quickly shown to their room – one just as cozy as the one their teammates had described. The walls and floor were wooden, with little bamboo decorations, and a pair of changing areas for guests to take off their clothes and don the provided white fluffy robes. The incense was already burning when they arrived, tinting the air with a pleasant, but far from all consuming, scent. In the middle of it all were two comfortable looking massage chairs – the kind that looked as though they could recline to allow customers to lay out flat, though for the moment they were set up for allowing guests to sit up.

Yang, naturally, ignored her own separate changing area to crash in with Blake and ‘help’ her get changed, because why on earth would she miss this wonderful opportunity to feel up her girlfriend? And Blake, just as naturally, pretended to be annoyed, but her blushing smile said she really didn’t mind all that much as her girlfriend gently pulled off her clothes.

“Come on Yang,” she said eventually, somewhat reluctantly. “The masseuses will be here soon. Don’t just be naked when they do, you’ll make them uncomfortable.”

The blonde smirked and struck a pose. “Don’t you think they’ll be happy for the chance to see such a killer body?”

“Maybe.” Blake rolled her eyes, and then threw the two-piece bikini that had been provided for the blonde in her face. “But that killer body is mine, and I’m not sharing.”

That got an amused snort. “Fair~”

The bikini was the adjustable sort – the back and legs tied by knots rather than clipping together. Not the kind of thing that would hold up on the beach for long, but perfectly acceptable if you were just going to be laying around for a bit. The pair helped one another tie up their clothing and donned their white fuzzy robes, before heading over to the massage chairs – flirtatiously in Yang’s case, because when was there a time when she was not a flirt?

They’d barely sat down – relaxing and taking in a few more breaths of incense – when they heard the doors opening behind them, and approaching footsteps. Ordinarily, both women would have looked around to get a look at the arrivals, but just for the moment neither felt compelled to do so. It was nicer to just sit and wait.

“Oh, what a lovely couple~” A female voice giggled just behind them, her happy voice filling their ears.

“We do our best,” Yang answered proudly, while Blake just blushed. They had been pretty obvious, hadn’t they? Well, that wasn’t a bad thing.

“And I see you two were recommended by that cute pair who were in here the other day. Ohhh, that means you get a free complimentary scalp massage as well!”

Free complimentary scalp massage? Huh. Well, they did like free stuff. “I should warn you,” the blonde joked as she felt her masseuse grow closer. “I take my hair very seriously, so be caaaaarefffffuuuuummmmmmmmm~”

Firm hands lathered in thick, creamy shampoo, settled on her crown, and with one gentle squeeze sent her eyes rolling up in her head. Her half-joking warning lost all cohesion in an instant as a wave of warm relaxation rolled through her mind, transforming into an empty-headed groan of delight in her mouth. She couldn’t help it; the sensation was incredible. It felt like those hands were massaging the stress directly out of her brain.

Blake was, if anything, hit even harder. Though she’d never liked to admit it to anyone but Yang, her cat ears were sensitive things. The slightest brush could send a shiver of pleasure or pain down her spine. And now, both had been grasped firmly by wonderful, wonderful thumbs and were being rubbed down to perfection. If she’d been more of a cat, she’dve purred – as it was, though, all she could do was melt, her eyes rolling up and her mouth dropping open to drool in delight as all thought of stress, and really all thought, was stroked happily out of her head.

“I think you can both relax,” the voice whispered, the word sinking right to the core of their spongey brains. “This is a nice, happy place. Just enjoy the experience, and don’t think so hard~”

Both women were more than happy to comply – whatever small sparks were left of their minds winking out to one last squeeze of pleasure, a pair of throaty moans rewarding the masseuses hard work. Not thirty seconds in, and the Huntresses were already slumped in their chairs, completely at the salon’s mercy, and there was nowhere they’d rather be.

“And I see we have a special customer here today…” The voice giggled again in Blake’s ears. “Let me just take care of that before we get started…”

The massaging hands’s attention moved away from her faunus ears, resulting in a minor pang of disappointment from the girl, before the sensation swiftly returned when those wonderful fingers found her human ears instead. She gasped and shook as what felt like sparks of pure pleasure zapped into her brain from both sides of her head, the massage squeezing and folding in ways she’d never dreamed of. It all felt so good!

She wasn’t in any state to really notice as every stroke and fold seemed to make her human ears recede into her head, the magical fingers playfully rubbing the redundant organs until the sides of her head were completely flat. Erased in a shower of pleasure. But no matter, she had two more.

“There we go. Now, let’s get started on the massage proper.”

Both women couldn’t wait. They didn’t resist at all as their chairs reclined to lay them out horizontally, nor did they fuss as they were gently rolled onto their fronts. A muffled giggle from Yang was the only response she gave as her bikini top was smoothly undone and removed, and Blake did little more than drool as her bikini bottom was stripped away. In moments, the two were both naked, and both ready.

“Now, what are a pair of lusty sluts like you doing out of your bedrooms?” The voice asked, still whispering in their ears. Blake and Yang had no answer to give, obviously. By this point it was just as much a mystery why lusty sluts like them were here as it was why there were clouds in the sky. One thing was certain, though – they were definitely very lusty sluts indeed.

Which was why both moaned – loudly and lustily – as those magical hands found their asses, and the massage began in earnest. Neither had managed even the slightest token of resistance by this point, and now the point was just being hammered home. Blake’s juices were already starting to leak out onto her chair/bed between her legs, a dumb smile pressed up against her headrest as she squirmed a little, but Yang was already cumming.

The blonde’s ass felt like it was expanding with every squeeze – which it very much was – drawing great huffing gasps from the Huntress as her frame shook. Her brain was being pleasure blasted to oblivion and she loved every second.

“Oh yes, I can tell. You love nothing more than fucking and getting fucked, don’t you?” The whisper was accompanied by a firm slap on her enlarged ass. “Turn over. Let’s get to the good stuff~”

Yang hastened to obey.

Blake, meanwhile, was enjoying a slightly different experience. Her body was quivering, her reaction a little more subdued than her partner’s, but in a way it felt like she was being rewarded for her good behaviour. Because her ass was still growing, plumping up with every delightful squeeze of her cheeks – but something else was happening, too. Every so often, the masseuse’s hands would rise to the top of her behind, to the base of her spine, and tenderly stroke the flesh, coaxing it like a sculptor coaxed clay. And slowly, slowly, something was starting to grow there – a thin, furred limb, dark like her hair, that was starting to drift and curl in the air…

“A special kitty tail for a special kitty customer…” the voice whispered in her faunus ears, giving the newly formed limb a gentle, firming squeeze. The squeal of pleasure Blake let out into her headrest sounded an awful lot like an animalistic yowl.

On the other table, Yang was lying on her back, though her eyes were rolled far too far up in her head to actually see anything. And they would definitely be staying there, because the massuse had found her chest, and had pretty much turned her brain off with their relentless squeezing. Thumbs stroked at her nipples, fingers pinched flesh, and palms groped and squeezed, all to the blonde’s utter delight. Everything else had been forgotten – her team, her girlfriend, her hair – all that mattered was this one moment of endless pleasure.

“I can see why Ruby and Weiss recommended you come,” the voice whispered to them both, chuckling quietly as they moaned. “They wanted their girlfriends to feel just as good as they did, didn’t they?”

Girlfriends…? But wait, Blake thought, her head a little more together as she was also rolled onto her back. Yang was her only- OoooOOooohh!

That clear-headedness was obliterated, naturally, as the hands found her chest and got back to work. Instead, she found herself nodding frantically. Right! Ruby and Weiss! Her girlfriends! Mmm, she couldn’t wait to get back home to thank them for this wonderful treat~ She was going to be tasting those juices for days!

Yang, though, was having a bit more trouble. Perhaps it was a surprise, given how easily she’d gone along with everything so far… Or perhaps it wasn’t, since one of her supposed girlfriends now was her sister. Either way, her dazed smile faded, the lines of a frown settling on her forehead. “N-no, t…tha’s not…”

“Shhhh…” Another squeeze of her plumping tits washed over her objections. “It’s fine. We don’t judge here. It’s cute that you want to fuck your sister so badly~”

The blonde moaned, squirming under those wonderful thick fingers, but her frown remained all the same. Still, it was clear it was a struggle for her. “N-nuh…”

“Yuh~ Of course you want to fuck her. Why wouldn’t you?”

Squeeze.

“She’s such a delicious morsel. Just imagine her squealing while she rides your tongue.”

Squeeze!

“Imagine that slut between your thighs while you suck on Weiss’s little titties…”

Squeeze!

“Imagine her motorboating your big ol’ boobies with that speedy semblance of hers~”

Yang groaned, hey breath hot and heavy. The images being painted into her mind were so vivid, so sexy. She was trying to resist, but her boobs really wanted to go with it. And it felt like her tits were both so much bigger than her head at this point, which meant they got far more say in how things were done around here.

The whisper leaned in for the kill. “Imagine shoving her face into Blake’s cunt while you fuck her ass like the big boobed sex toy she is!”

“NGH!” Another squeeze, and her tits had the overwhelming majority vote – and her objections were ejected in the most efficient manner possible. “Ruby!” She came, harder than she ever remembered cumming in her life, a wide smile on her face as she finally realised the truth.

She wanted to fuck Ruby like there was no tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Blake had been much better behaved, accepting that she now loved and lusted after her other teammates just as much as she did Yang with no trouble. And by way of reward, she’d been having a wonderful time getting her tits gently stroked into shape, rather than broken in like her partner’s. Although… Like with her ass, the feeling was a bit different. Rather than just squeezing and massaging – though there was plenty of that, to be sure – again, the hands seemed to be gathering her flesh along her chest like clay, slowly building up something new along her torso. Several somethings, in fact. Somethings that felt ever so much like new breasts, especially the way the hands were squeezing and pinching them…

But that was silly, of course. Blake had always had six breasts, after all – just like she’d always had a dark furred tail. None of this was new at all~

“There,” the voice finally said, seemingly satisfied. “All done. It’s always lovely to work on another pair of lusty lesbian sluts. Do make sure to recommend us to your friends – I’m sure they’ll enjoy a massage as well~”

Her only answer, as her footsteps began to walk away, was a pair of very happy groans from the limp heaps of Huntress she’d left in her chairs.

…

“Well that was fun,” Yang said with a stretch, after she finally managed to navigate her way out of the Salon’s sliding doors. Entrances like that always took her a bit – her boobs were so big that they didn’t always fit! The blonde had by far the biggest tits on the team, after all, which did a fair bit to make up for her lackluster ass. Her chest was massive, almost the size of her head three times over – or so it felt sometimes – while her lower cheeks were only about the size of footballs. Still damn fine, but pretty lacking compared to the rest of RWBY.

Blake, for instance…

“Nyah!” The catgirl pounced on her beloved’s back, hands already groping her favourite toys on Yang’s chest, drawing a moan from the woman as she went. “Yeah, it was. But let’s head home – I want my special cream already~”

Her purring rumbled through the blonde’s back, and it was very obvious where her brain was by the way her black furred tail was rubbing against the crotch of Yang’s pants.

“Okay, okay~ You’re such a horndog.” The blonde grinned – as though she were any better.

“Horncat, thank you very much!”

Blake was the odd one out on the team. Her ass was huge, of course, putting Yang’s to utter shame. The Belladonna Booty was second only to Weiss’s, and no one else could even compete – not even Ruby. But she still beat Weiss in the tit department – and to the heiress’s utter humiliation, she did so six times over, her multi-titted frame more than enough to win out on points over their teammate. Just one of the perks that came with being a catgirl~

“We definitely need to thank the others once we get back. What do you think, one on one attention, or just a big team orgy?”

“Why choose?” Blake’s shrug was always interesting for Yang to watch. So much bouncing. “Let’s just see where things take us. Just like we do every night~”

That was something team RWBY was (secretly) famous for, after all. Legends were starting to spread about the ludicrously lewd team that could never keep their hands off one another. The rumours of nightly orgies, of incestuous relations and wild Schnee sex parties with faunus were bordering on ridiculous!

And the fun part was they were all true. Once the girls had reunited after Haven, they’d vowed never to be separated again – and they’d made sure their bond was the closest imaginable. It worked out quite nicely, honestly. All their fun and games made for quite a mood booster. The grimm couldn’t even touch them.

“Alright then,” Yang grinned, giving her favourite girl a good grope and enjoying the moan she got in return. “Let’s do the same thing we do every night – try to conquer Ruby’s ass~”

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Request: Another Neptunia one: Vert always thought that mobile games were vapid, simplistic time wasters that could barely be called games. Which is why it's all the more surprising she's gotten particularly addicted to this one by a new developer she's never heard of. She loves it so much, even if there are those loud, distracting ads that make the screen flash those strange colors and spiral patterns. She has to admit they're effective though, she finds herself tempted to buy a package or two herself... Unbeknownst to her, the currency in this game is paid for in brainpower. A cost which makes everything harder as soon as she runs out, but it's ok if she just buys a bit more this time, right?

Repeat until the Goddesses 'bank' declines the transaction because of insufficient balance, leaving her a dimwitted basic bimbo addicted to her phone, only smart enough to play games like candy crush, no hope of understanding how to turn on a game console or hold a controller ever again.

Lady Vert was a gamer. This was possibly the worst kept secret in all of gamindustri – in part because she really didn’t try to keep it much of a secret anymore. That bird-horse had bolted all the way back in Neptunia 1, unfortunately. Oh, she’d seemed so dignified and refined for a moment there – so much so that she’d even seduced away a member of Neptune’s own party away! (Something that the blonde goddess was quite sure Nep had never entirely forgiven her for.)

But then the bombshell had dropped. She played video games. And not just played them – she mastered them. She spent every waking hour of the day in front of a screen, developing advanced stratagems and methods of RNG manipulation that would put a Tasbot to shame. Grinding was her lifeblood, and gaming was her soul.

Which had all made her a lot harder to take seriously. Unfair! It was totally unfair! She was still absolutely the most mature of the goddesses! If there was a problem, you wanted her on the case (Unless there was an event on in game, but that went without saying). Who else were you going to trust? Blanc? Please, the little rage gremlin would just hit everything with an axe until it stopped bothering her, or worse, she’d try to get you to read her book. Noire? Well, if you could stand her smug, overbearing nature, you’d damn well better be prepared to work your ass off doing all the work for her! Neptune? … Neptune. Really. You’d go to Neptune. Okay, your funeral.

Such were the feelings of the great goddess Greenheart, anyway. But no, it was fine. It was fine! She absolutely wasn’t mad, or jealous, or anything like that. Why should she care that everyone else had gotten their own game with their name in the title and everything, huh? That kind of bitterness was beneath her. Utterly beneath her. She was a kind, and wise, and mature goddess who was totally above that kind of petty nonsense, and that was why she was the best one.

And now that that introduction (sponsored by the church of Leanbox) is over, where was I?

Oh yes. Lady Vert was a gamer. In fact, while all of the goddesses of gamindustri were gamers (I mean, obviously), she was probably the most proficient at the task. She could master any kind of game – RPG, FPS, VN, MMO, Platform, Puzzle, Photoshoot, you name it! Which was why it was a little surprising that she’d stayed out of the mobile gaming scene for so long.

It had all seemed just a little bit too simple for her, too vapid. What, tap this button a bunch and you made a ton of cookies? What was the point? It just seemed silly to her.

But alas, her time being a mobile game prude had to come to an end eventually – and it did so when her favourite game, Four Goddesses Online, released a mobile app. One that would have undeniable benefits for her in game character if she played it. Curses. That was a bait she’d never be able to resist.

So, if this was to be her fate… She was going all in. She got herself a top of the line phone, with all the latest bells and whistles, and was now ready to learn how to conquer this new genre. Surely it couldn’t be too hard, could it? She’d beaten tougher foes than this. She had a few days until the Four Goddesses app was released – plenty of time to master how this all worked. She just needed the right game to start off with…

She frowned as she browsed through the game market, though. All of the popular ones just seemed so… dumb. Nothing really grabbed her. She was well aware she was being a snob, but one had to have standards when you were a goddess… Well, she might as well just try one of the popular ones. Sighing, she raised her thumb, and brought it down on the biggest fad at the moment – some word game called Nurdle. But as she did…

“Oh!” Vert winced. Just as she’d been about to click, an ad flashed up, and she’d hit that instead. Damn, rookie mistake – how embarrassing. Now she had to watch the stupid thing play out before she could get back to the store.

Sighing, she only paid half attention to the short movie now playing out on her screen. It was advertising a game of its own – this one apparently called ‘Bubble Brain’. She’d never heard of it, or its developer. Junk.

Though… Now that she watched it… The game did look kiiind of interesting. It was a puzzle game, one where you had to move little blocks to form patterns and shapes. It didn’t look too difficult, but there was something… attractive about it. Or maybe it was just the catchy tune that played over the ad? Either way, she found herself more interested in the game than she’d expected.

… Oh, why not. She was trying to get into mobile games anyway, wasn’t she? This seemed like a perfectly reasonable place to start. With a firm nod to herself, she tapped her phone screen again, signalling it to begin the download.

As she did, the screen flashed bright pink, the image of a spiral momentarily burning itself into her eyes… And when it faded, suddenly, Vert felt very happy about her choice, a smile growing on her face. Yes, this would be a lovely game. She’d made the right decision.

Bubble Brain didn’t take long to download, and soon she was staring at the starting screen. It seemed harmless enough – little pink bubbles bouncing around a big glowing ‘Start’ button. Steeling herself, she pressed it. It was time to begin.

The first puzzle wasn’t hard, naturally. Tutorials never were. It guided her through a relatively simple process of moving pieces around until they formed a picture – in this case, one of a cute little heart. Easy. She slotted the last piece in without a problem.

And was again surprised when the screen flashed pink once more, the glowing spiral swirling before her eyes. Like before, it only lasted for a moment – and then she was shaking her head clear, looking down to see the second level, and wondering if she’d just imagined the odd bright light. Well, no matter. This game was… actually surprisingly fun! She found herself smiling again as her thumbs quickly moved the pieces of the next puzzle into place – and then gasped with delight as her easy win transitioned into another blast of the spiral, a pleasurable buzz filling her head as she watched it turn.

She completed the third puzzle even faster.

That was it, really. The goddess was hooked. For all her talk of vapid gameplay and simple mechanics, it really didn’t take long for her to fall victim to the addictive cycle of mobile games. A quick round, an easy win, a blast of spiral-induced endorphins, and she was happy as a clam.

Soon, she found herself even skipping out on playing other games, or on her duties as a goddess, to play one more round (although that second part wasn’t entirely new). It was just too much fun! And it wouldn’t take long to play a little, what was the harm? This was why it was a mobile game, right? So that she could play it anywhere!

But then she ran into the catch. She hit her daily limit. “What? I’m only allowed to play fifty levels a day? How ridiculous! Games should let you play them!”

Naturally, she was mad – but the game directed her to a solution. The in-game shop, which she’d previously ignored (“Microtransactions are the worst! Unless they’re donations to Leanbox.”) held a solution for her. An item that would reset her daily limit, letting her play fifty more puzzles! She was a little hesitant to actually spend money, but surely just this once wouldn’t be so bad, would it? … Hey, wait a sec.

She squinted, and peered closer at the shop. Huh. These prices weren’t in credits. They wanted something else… IQ points? The goddess blinked. What was that supposed to mean? Would they drain the intelligence of her character if she bought this item? What kind of effect would that have?

“Will this make the game harder, I wonder?” She muttered aloud. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing. She loved Bubble Brain, but it was rather easy. A little extra difficulty might make it even more fun!

Oh, why not? It wasn’t like she was spending real money. She reached down and tapped the reset item. More puzzles for her!

As soon as she did, of course, the screen flashed pink – and this time, the spiral stayed in front of her, swirling around, twisting and coiling around itself in flashing colours, for an awfully long time. Far longer than normal. She found herself staring, mouth hanging open, lost in the twisting, turning colours, as something… fuzzy happened, inside her head. There was a quiet hissing in her ears…

And then it was over, and she found herself blinking, wondering what had just happened. Why was there a damp patch on her chest? How very peculiar… But before she could put much thought into it, her attention was pulled back to the game, and she eagerly grabbed it up to try another level.

To her delight, it worked! The next puzzle she solved was just a little bit harder than the one that came before. What a novel mechanic. Apparently, her in game character had really gotten just a little bit, ah… stupider, yes, that was the word. For a moment, Vert wondered if it was possible for her to restore her avatar’s lost smarts… But she quickly decided it didn’t matter. A little more difficulty wasn’t a bad thing, after all!

But naturally, it wasn’t long before she was staring into the spiral again, drool pouring down her chin. It was kind of inevitable, really. Vert was a grinder! Once she found out there was a way to get past the daily limit, there was no way she wasn’t going to keep going.

Three times in a single day seemed a bit much, though.

That said, it wasn’t until a few days later that she really ran into trouble. She finally found a puzzle that she couldn’t solve. It was impossible! She stared and stared and stared at it, moving pieces this way and that, but nothing worked.

“Like, what the heck?” She mumbled to herself, chewing on her lip. “When did the game get this hard?”

She had, of course, completely forgotten that she’d wanted the game to be more difficult. That had nothing to do with her spending her brainpower on puzzle resets, either, that was just a goddess thing in general.

And once again, it was the in-game shop to the rescue. With a few hints from the game, she quickly found an item that would nudge a few pieces into place. And it only cost a little more than the daily reset! Awesome! She didn’t even hesitate to push the button for her purchase, and when the spiral flashed up, she smiled goofily into it until her eyes started to flutter. The hissing sound was louder this time, as more of her brains bubbled out through her ears.

That really undammed the river. Now Vert’s restraint was all but gone. She played happy fun pleasure puzzles, getting a nice flashing reward every time she won, from sun up to sun down. Every time she hit a limit, she donated some of her brains to keep going. Every time she found a difficult puzzle – which happened more and more often the more she spent – she spent IQ points to shoot past it. Soon, she was giggling and clapping her way through an avalanche of puzzles, with no sign of stopping any time soon!

Until she stopped quite suddenly, with all the grace of a tanker truck hitting a steel wall. She pouted at the screen, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger in consternation. This puzzle was haaaard. It was like, super super super difficult! Was it even solvable? What was a puzzle like this doing in the game?

“This is, like, totally dumb,” the goddess muttered, staring at the unsolvable blocks with a frown on her face. “How does it even work?!”

She’d tried tapping the hint button – three times, in fact! But it hadn’t helped, and now she was feeling really spacey. But, like, what was she supposed to do!? She wanted to plaaaay. This wasn’t fair!

That was when her saviour, the game prompt system, came to her aid once again. Arrows directed her back to the shop, and then to a whole new item – one she hadn’t seen before (possibly because she hadn’t looked). An item that could solve any puzzle. Oh! Awesome! Just like the one she was stuck on. She giggled and didn’t even look at the price – which was significantly higher than any other item she’d purchased – before punching it in and solving the impossible puzzle in a flash and with a cheer.

The spiral pulsed before her eyes. Good girl.

Smiling, and still drooling slightly, Vert turned to the next puzzle… Only to come up short once again. Wow, like, how weird was that? Two impossibubuh… Two impishab… Two really really hard puzzles, coming up at once! Well she knew how to solve that now~

Not even hesitating for a moment, the goddess entered back into the shop, scrolled to the super item she’d just bought, and tapped it with a smug smile on her face.

Then she blinked. “Like, what does ‘Iinn.. suh… fishunt… Balance mean?” She asked the air, her voice slow and stupid – much like her brain. “I don’t get it?”

The game bleeped, a merry, almost mocking tune, as a new message flashed up on screen. “Congratulations, you’re a bubble brain! GAME OVER.”

Then, after a minute – and after Vert had made it maybe half way through the first word of its message – the phone shut down.

“Wha- Hey! I was, like, playin’ that!” The goddess frowned, unsure of what had just happened. Actually, there were a lot of things she was feeling unsure of right now. Her mind was feeling awfully slow and sticky for some reason.

Oh well. After playing with the phone for a few moments and finding herself completely unable to turn it back on, she shrugged and forgot about it. It was really easy to forget things right now. But she had other games! She’d just, like, play one of those, yeah?

Confident, the goddess turned to the rest of her room – practically a shrine to every kind of game and game console (At least, that had been produced in Leanbox, anyway) that had ever existed. Shelf after shelf was filled with game disk boxes, all of them ready to play at a moment’s notice. All she had to do was pick one and set it up.

Vert stared at it all for a long moment, before slowly twirling a lock of hair around her finger again. “Like… How did all of these work again?”

Unfortunately, she had rendered herself too stupid to do even that much.

Before she could dwell on that, though, there was a knock at her door. And then, a few seconds later, another one when she didn’t react, too lost in her sludge-like thoughts to notice. And then, a few seconds after that, the door finally just opened on its own.

“In here,” a female voice said, and then a woman wearing a pink uniform with the initials ‘B.B’ on the chest strode in. “The signal was somewhere around- Oh! Well blow me down, I think we’ve netted ourselves a goddess!”

“Huh?” Another woman – this one shorter, with long red hair and pale skin, stuck her head in. “Oh would you look at that. Knew it was only a matter of time before we got one of those ditzes. Doubt they needed to play for long. Hey, get her moving – I’ll keep watch out here.”

“Right.” The taller woman – having short pink hair, now that I have to actually describe her – moved over to Vert. “Hey there Honey. How are you feeling?”

“Huh?” The goddess blinked, and then looked around. “Oh! Hello there. Um. Can you, like, help me play a game, or something?”

The uniformed woman grinned. “Sure, Hon. In fact, I’ve got a real fun game you’ll enjoy, just out in the back of my van. Wanna come see?”

“Oh sure!” Vert smiled brightly, and happily let herself be led away to who knows where. She was a gamer, after all~