February Shorts (Part 1) (Patreon)

Hi folks.

Okay, so, first things first - it has been a hell of a week. A ton of social obligations that I couldn't get out of that burned a lot of days that I had wanted to spend writing. As a result, I had very little time, and didn't get near as many shorts done as I wanted. Sorry - even though I said this one would be posted over two weeks, I wanted to get more done.

As is, I have these shorts completed:

Pokemon - Lucario encounters a wild Team Rocket, and decides to add a few maids and a wife to his harem.

Fire Emblem - Byleth and Edelgard have an awkward encounter that leads to a more intimate relationship - especially when Sothis helps.

RWBY - Weiss wants a Valentine, and ends up with a bit more than she can handle.

Zelda - The Princess and Urbosa pay a visit to a local tavern - only to find they'll be staying for a lot longer than they planned.

Ranma 1/2 - Ranma finds a powerup that'll bimbify him if he's not careful about it. I'm sure this won't go wrong at all.

If your request is missing from that list, don't worry, I've not forgotten it - I just didn't have time to get to it this week, and unless things really go wrong it'll be up next week. Sorry for the shortage, all - more stories soon! 

For now, enjoy.

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Request: As Lucario continues to travel, he comes across Team Rocket, the trio sulking after another failed attempt to steal Pokemon. He also hears them talk about how its been a while since they've run into Ash and Pikachu. Lucario decides to "reunite" the three with the "twerp". In order to do so, he turns Meowth into an anthro female version of himself who thinks she's his wife, though really she's just another slut in his ever growing harem. Meanwhile, Jessie and James get turned into Meowth maids for him and his harem.

One of the aspects of a world where creatures with super powers run around freely, or, worse, obey without question the orders of any person lucky enough to defeat them, that gets far too little examination is the effect that it must have on the power dynamics inherent to human society. This is understandable, of course – after all, a world without pokemon is a frightful and startling idea to a culture that has grown up alongside such beings since before said culture had even existed. The concept exists solely as an amusing thought experiment, a puzzle to entertain the minds of bored philosophers or pokemon professors, and little more.

Structure and order are formed, after all, in response to a need – power fills the gaps created by necessity. A society built alongside pokemon as a fact of life must, by dictate of reality, be shaped to accommodate that presence. One does not build an igloo in the desert – at least, not as a long term investment. People who live in a pokemon world build pokemon civilisations.

Thus, in the modern era, the position of Champion, and, indeed, the lesser official posts of the Pokemon League. A gym leader functions not only as a test of a trainer’s ability, but also a cultural leader and representative. You may seek out Officer Jenny if someone steals your wallet, but you’d go running for Gym Leader Sabrina if a school of Gyarados was rampaging in the bay.

Okay, maybe not Sabrina, she’s kind of scary, but the point still stands. The most powerful official pokemon trainer in the region was a necessary position for any civil hierarchy if it wanted to keep the peace and maintain order in the region. And above those local posts stood the Elite Four, and above even them, the Champion, for when bigger problems needed to be solved.

In short, the very existence of pokemon created the need for society to find and implement measures to keep them in line, and to respond to their power when it was misused – and these measures were known as pokemon trainers.

Thus, perhaps it comes as no surprise that villainous organisations were so common, and often so hard to deal with for the usual criminal justice systems. Officer Jenny may well be good at chasing down a thief, but her job is to handle ordinary criminal behaviour, and her Growlithe isn’t going to be able to handle a good dozen thugs with their own themed pokemon collections. No, in this case, you needed a professional trainer to come in and put their fiendish ambitions to rest. A gym leader, a passing trainer on their way to visit said gym leader, or, if the wind was blowing just right, a wandering Champion would sort it all out.

Such a system had worked for generations. It was perhaps a little unstable, but as long as it works, what’s the harm? This was the attitude of the Pokemon League, and most of the world, and for a long time it all carried on just fine.

But what would happen if there was, for whatever region, a sudden shortage of trainers? If gym leaders started to vanish, and a few champions mysteriously disappeared? Suddenly the system begins to break down, and surely, an era of opportunity dawns for any group with criminal leanings, yes? After all, with no one left to stop them, how could anything go wrong?

“I don’t know, but it definitely, absolutely, positively wasn’t my fault!” James groaned, pulling himself from the wreckage of Team Rocket’s latest attempt at a mechanical pokemon stealing machine.

“Well don’t blame me!” Jesse barked, slowly lifting the demolished automaton’s arms off of her and trying to smooth down her singed hair. “I had everything going perfectly until you two bungled it all up!”

“Yeah, perfectly awful.” Meowth was having none of it, stood firmly on top of the remains of their droid. “I told you those dragonites weren’t going to appreciate your singing voice.”

“Hmph.” The redhead finally scrambled free and got to her feet, brushing her white uniform down to try and remove the scorch marks. “Well someone had to try. Honestly, I don’t know what they were doing there in the first place. And it should have been such an easy steal!” She let out an annoyed huff. “How does the ScooterScooper look?”

James was already looking over the smoking mech. “It’s totalled,” he answered sadly, before jumping back in fright as the part he was examining exploded. “Absolutely ruined. Again.”

“That’s another line to put on our ‘travel expenses’ report,” Meowth muttered. “Hope the boss doesn’t notice…”

The trio sighed together at the thought. “Well he hasn’t noticed yet. Maybe we’ll keep getting lucky.” James’s voice was caught in that strange kind of hopeful dread that belongs to a man who knows that he’s only digging himself in deeper, but has come far too far to stop now.

“He’d be fine with it if we could just bring him back some powerful pokemon!” Jesse, meanwhile, had the tone of a woman absolutely committed to her delusion that there might be a way out of this mess, because if she actually acknowledged reality she’d break down in tears. “I really thought we had it this time.”

“Yeah, we shoulda!” Again, Meowth was not one to show mercy. “I mean, c’mon, that was an easy job! Those miltanks were just sitting around undefended. There wasn’t even any sign of the twerps!”

“Hm, it’s been a while since we’ve seen them,” James noted. “I hope they’re alright. It would be awful if something had happened to them…”

“It would, because it would get in the way of us capturing that Pikachu!” Jesse snapped, because, as mentioned, she was clinging very tight to her delusions. “And I’m sure they’re fine. Those two have been through plenty of tough situations – it would take something seriously sinister to take the down.” She paused, and then remembered who she was talking about. “S-sinister like us, I mean!”

The other two nodded, the trio sharing a moment of unison as they each agreed that, naturally, they were the three most dangerous people anyone could encounter, and most definitely not laughing stocks. Why, they’d definitely catch a rare pokemon any day now, just you wait and see! All they needed was to find one, and…

“Excuse me,” a new voice spoke up. Surprised, the trio looked around for the source, but couldn’t spot them. They’d landed in a rather empty part of some forest or other – it was always difficult to work out where after they’d had one of their signature blast offs – and there was no one to be seen anywhere. Just a couple of curious bug pokemon, some trees, and that Lucario standing over there staring at them intently. No source for the voice at all!

“Ahem.” There it was again. Confused, Team Rocket looked up into the trees, as though there might be some mysterious watcher standing on the branches looking down on them. Nope. How strange. That Lucario was starting to look annoyed though.

“Yes, hello?” It was no good. Wherever that voice was coming from, the three couldn’t find any sign of them. Not even this mysterious talking Lucario could give them any hints!

“I just wanted to ask if you could give me directions to the nearest pokemon gym…”

“Oh, no, sorry. We only just arrived in the region ourselves.” James bowed apologetically to the blue furred ‘mon, before resuming his search for the source of the… Hm. Wait a second…

… Give it a moment…

“A TALKING POKEMON?!?” The three spun around, staring at Lucario in shock. Yes, including Meowth. Especially Meowth.

“… Yes.” The Lucario raised an eyebrow. “I did not think you would find it so surprising, since you’re…” He gestured in the cat pokemon’s direction.

“What? Charming? Ruggedly handsome? Dashingly stylish? I admit, I am all those things…” Said cat pokemon rubbed his chin, taking his imagined compliments with pride. In many ways, this team absolutely deserved each other.

“… Sure.” Lucario just went with it. Why not? These fools clearly weren’t worth bothering with – and if they didn’t have anything useful they could give him, then he had no reason to spend any more time on them. He had things to do and pokebabes to catch, after all. There was no reason for him to pay any further attention to three idiots.

Unfortunately, the three idiots had other ideas.

“Hold on!” Suddenly, the sky seemed to turn dark, light shining through the trees in very precise pattern that almost looked like a pair of spotlights…

“Prepare for trouble!”

“And make it doub- Hey! Come back here!”

Alas, despite the spectacle, the Lucario kept on walking. Team Rocket was significantly non-plussed.

Jesse was the first to act – in that she turned to yell at the other two. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get after him!”

“Hm. He’s rather intense for a pokemon,” James muttered, not all that eager to obey. Alas, he was definitely outvoted on that.

“Who cares? He’s a talking pokemon, the boss’ll love him!” Meowth pointed after the retreating Lucario. “And that brat and his Pikachu aren’t even around to stop us right now!”

“GYAH!” “NO!” The sound of shrill shrieks pierced the forest. Even Lucario paused at the sound, turning his head back to look at the three clowns he’d accidentally encountered – two of whom were staring at the third in horror.

“Don’t mention them in the middle of a job, Meowth, are you insane?!” The redhead was, naturally, furious.

“Say their names and they shall appear!” The blunette looked close to tears. “No matter how well it goes, if you speak of the cap wearing devil, he and his Pikachu will surely arrive to spoil our plans!”

“You know better than this!”

Even the cat eared pokemon looked rather worried once his companions pointed out his mistake, his eyes searching about through the trees just in case their fears might come true. “Oh gosh, you’re right. I don’t know what came over me! Any moment now that overpowered rodent is going to send us blasting off again…”

All three swooned, Jessie putting a hand to her head as James slumped – remembering far, far, far too many trips through the sky thanks to Pikaflight airlines. A dark cloud seemed to hang over the trio, the mark of years and years of tragic experience.

Although, strangely, the source of that fear hadn’t shown up yet. Normally they would have by now.

“Overpowered rodent?” And the Lucario had turned back to them fully, his curiosity growing. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing you’d understand,” Meowth waved him off. “Just an annoying jerk and his Pikachu. They’re a lot stronger than they look, and they’re always getting in the way of our schemes.”

“No matter what we do, they’re always there!” Jesse sobbed.

“Why can’t thieves be left to steal in peace?” James asked the heavens.

Truly, you could tell they’d been through a lot.

Lucario, though, was starting to get an idea. Absently, his hand drifted towards the pokebabe balls he kept on his waist, considering drawing out two of his collection, just to see the look on this strange group’s faces. Yes, he thought he knew exactly which two Team Rocket were talking about.

But… No, he had a better plan. Why not reunite this group properly, hm? It seemed only right, and he had more than enough space in his collection for a few new additions. Besides, now that he’d taken a closer look, there was something about this trio’s aura that he wanted to experiment with.

“Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot,” he began. “I’m sorry, I’ve been rude. Would you like to introduce yourselves again?”

All three faces lit up, their fretting over mysterious twerps and vicious bolts of lightning immediately forgotten. “You mean it?” “No walking away this time?”

Sighing, Lucario nodded. He’d probably regret it, but it seemed like the best way to distract these fools while he went to work. And speaking of work, what would he change first? Well, that was obvious – there were far too many sausages at this bun party. It really didn’t seem like their intelligence would need that much tweaking after all…

And oblivious to the pokemon’s sinister plot, the trio were once again preparing their introduction. The sky darkened overhead – mostly by coincidental cloud movement, but still, the dramatic timing was appreciated – as they started over.

“Prepare for trouble!” Jesse’s voice boomed through the tress.

“And make it Do-UH-ble!” James’s attempt to match her, though, hit a bit of a snag as Lucario’s powers reached out and shifted his aura, his burning blue turning to a perky pink. In an instant, the man’s short blue hair lengthened to below his shoulder blades, and his top grew tight as a pair of modest breasts sprouted out of his chest. His hips twitched slightly as he felt a short muscle spasm – kind of like a hiccup, but lower down – and then she was just wondering why her pants felt so loose all of a sudden…

But the only part that mattered to the others was the sudden hitch in her voice as her Adam’s apple shrunk back into her throat mid speech. “Jamie! Do it properly!” Jesse glowered. “First impressions are important!”

The blunette babe blushed as she rubbed her tickling neck. “I know, I know, sorry. Just, um, had something in my throat. We can keep going!”

“We’d better…” Meowth’s voice was higher too, not that either of the others noticed. What had formally been the tones of a rough and tumble street cat had been replaced by the smooth, sweet chords of… Well, still a street cat, but a female one. Really, the difference wasn’t all that pronounced – the difference between male and female Meowths was one known only to the pokemon themselves.

“Hmph.” Jesse sighed – unaware that her own memories were changing to fit in her team’s new 100% female theme. It was an interesting effect – one that Lucario noted with some curiosity. The bond between these three thugs was strong enough that anything that affected one’s aura affected the other two as well. How useful! Clearly, they’d been working together for a very long time…

And now, the blue furred pokemon was very interested to see just how far that bond could be pushed. Once again he reached out with his powers, as the trio continued with their little performance.

“To protect the world from Meowthination! … Wait.” Jesse was the one to pause this time, her brow wrinkling a little, before smoothing out as a large gold coin suddenly materialised on her forehead. White fur began to spread out from it, swiftly covering her face and body, little whiskers sprouting from the sides of her head as her ears turned black and pointed, moving up to poke through her red hair. “Something felt wrong with that…”

Jamie rubbed her chin, now also sporting an equally furry look, her own gold coin glinting under the spotlights. “I don’t know, sounds right to me…”

“Get on with it!” This time, though, Meowth was the one who’d gone through the most obvious change – not that anyone but Lucario noticed. The diminutive pokemon had had a growth spurt, surging up from barely knee height to her two companions, to now being slightly taller than both. Her figure had changed the most dramatically, too – her body developing very human curves, with a rounded ass and bountiful breasts, while her face had reshaped a little into a slimmer, more dainty form. And since unlike the others she wasn’t wearing any clothing – nor did she seem to be developing any kind of sense of modesty – the aura-manipulating pokemon could plainly see how delightful her charms had become.

Yes, he decided, as he began to implement his next changes, this seemed right. Pokemon should stand taller and prouder than humans – or former humans. These girls and their new status should reflect that. And the cat clearly deserved special treatment for being the only other pokemon that he’d met who’d learned how to talk…

“Uh…” Of course, Team Rocket were still trying to get their motto out. Jamie in particular was stroking her new whiskers, trying to work out why things seemed off all of a sudden. “To serve all people within our nation?”

“…” The three paused once again, this time all of them feeling that something had definitely been wrong with that – they just couldn’t put their finger on what, exactly. But even as they thought, the changes wrought on their auras were becoming more pronounced. Jesse and Jamie’s white Rocket uniforms were turning stark black, the Rocket emblem vanishing completely. Soon, Jamie’s pants were turning into a short skirt just like Jesse’s, while Jessie’s skirt and top were getting frilly white lace edges. Soon, both catgirls were dressed in very skimpy maid uniforms, white lace tiaras appearing on their heads like they had always been there, and all sign of their previous affiliation was gone.

They missed all of that, of course, just as, in their deep contemplation, they missed the changes happening to Meowth. And that was notable, as she was shifting quite a lot. The pokemon’s essence had all drained into the two humans, after all, leaving precious little for herself. But that was fine – because Lucario was happy to lend her some of his own.

Her white fur was already turning blue around her legs and arms, black bands showing up around her shoulders and thighs, leaving only her chest pure and white. Her ears, already dark and pointed, grew sharper and longer. Her eyes shimmered red, while her whiskers moved back around her head and turned into floaty dreadlocks. The change was as dramatic as it was swift - in a matter of moments, she’d completely changed species. She was no longer a Meowth – now, while certainly possessing more curves than the average model, she was easy to recognise as a Lucario.

“To… To shower our Master with peace and love!”

“To extend his reach to the stars above!”

The two catgirl maids were starting to regain their confidence now, their speech ringing out through the forest. And they were certainly settling into their new maidly mindsets, good, good. But, despite their obvious devotion, it was clear that the three weren’t quite done. Their curves were nice, but humble, and as members of Lucario’s harem, that just wouldn’t do. Ah well – even if they weren’t very smart, they probably had enough brains between them for a few more cupsizes.

“Jes-Oh!”

“Jam-Ah!”

The trio’s eyes simultaneously crossed as their new Master reached out with his aura powers and softly, but firmly, squeezed their minds into more useful forms. Naturally, all three were already obedient and devoted, even if they could have resisted his grip, not one of them would have. Instead, the trio of horny vixens simply moaned with delight as their breasts grew, their asses plumped, and their brains were moulded into a much smaller, much more pleasing shape.

“Team… Maid… kneeling down at the… speed a’light…” the redheaded maid stammered and slurred as she fell to her knees.

“F-fuck us now with all your might!” Jamie groaned, biting her lip as she joined her sister maid on the floor, staring at Lucario with undisguised lust.

“Meow~” And there was the former Meowth, now a most appealing female lucario, wrapping her arms around his and pressing her firm chest into his side, practically purring into his ear. “That’s right. What do you say, Hubby? How about we have ourselves a little fun?”

“Hmm… Well, why not,” he finally decided, grinning. He had three new harem girls to test out – two maids, and apparently one who thought she was his wife. And once he’d tried them all out, he had a pair of girls on his belt that these three could have a very fun reunion with.

Finding the next pokemon gym could wait. This would be very entertaining evening indeed….~

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Request: Fire Emblem Three Houses. Byleth has been noticing some odd behavior from Edelgard lately. She’s been distracted in class, has trouble answering questions and seems to be avoiding Byleth in general. Deciding to visit Edelgard one evening to find out what’s wrong Byleth hears strange moaning noises coming from Edelgard’s room. Byleth rushes in to see what’s the matter only to find Edelgard in a fierce masturbation calling out her name! The shock drives Edelgard over the edge in a fierce orgasm and Byleth can’t help but feel herself getting hard. Filled with shame and arousal the two have a heart to heart, Edelgard reveals she’s been crushing hard on the professor while Byleth talks about how hard it is to keep her penis a secret. Overcome with emotion the two begin to have passionate sex together. Sothis, who’s been watching the whole thing like it’s her favorite porno decides to spice things up and uses the Divine Pulse to enhance her new favorite power couple. The girls curves and Byleth’s cock grow to fantastical proportions and just like when she turns back time only Byleth realizes anything is different.

Life in Garreg Mach had been a little difficult to adjust to when she first arrived, but after all these months Byleth Eisner was finally starting to feel like she had found her groove. She’d gotten used to being accosted by students in the halls wanting to ask questions about lectures, she’d found a pretty good system for handling all the lost items she was continually finding around the place, she was no longer surprised when Rhea appeared without warning to check on her, or when Catherine appeared suddenly to ‘test her reflexes’.  She was even starting to enjoy teaching, though she rarely showed it. All in all, things were going well!

There was just one problem – Edelgard. The leader of the Black Eagles, the empress-to-be of the Adrestian Empire was weighing on the Professor’s thoughts a lot these days. It was nothing major – the girl hadn’t done anything crazy like start a war or anything like that. But there was something odd about her behaviour – something that the monastery’s newest teacher couldn’t ignore.

It was little things, really. Things like the white-haired princess not paying attention in class, or needing to be asked three times before she realised she was being asked a question. Everyone had off days, of course, but it was happening every time now. And it was out of character. Back when Byleth had just started teaching, Edelgard had been eager to answer practically every question, and had taken every word the Professor spoke down with incredible diligence.

Something had changed, Byleth was sure. Something potentially serious, if it was affecting one of her best students so badly. Naturally, she had to investigate. After all, the girl might be in trouble. And where better to start than with the girl’s room?

Thus, the good Professor found herself heading through the Black Eagles’ dorm room after classes had concluded for the day, mind set on questioning the wayward Empress and getting to the bottom of this matter quickly and decisively. After all, as Edelgard’s teacher, it was her responsibility to make sure that- Wait, what was that sound?

Pausing in her march, the Professor’s brow furrowed as she listened to the still air. Then, there, again! A short, sharp whining sound – a cry of pain? A whimpering moan echoed through the hall, and without a second’s thought Byleth charged forwards towards the source – Edelgard’s room. Her student was hurt!

Of course, this notion was disproven shockingly quickly when the Professor burst through the Empress-to-be’s door, hand already resting on her sword’s hilt in case she found an attacker – only to find Edelgard could only really be said to be under attack from her own lusts. The woman had divested herself of her skirt and leggings – they lay strewn carelessly over the back of a chair at the side of the room – and now she was leaning back against the headboard of her bed, hands very busy exploring down below, her face flushed and heated, eyes scrunched up in concentration so deep that Byleth suspected that she hadn’t even heard her door open.

But she began to doubt herself a moment later as Edelgard moaned and wriggled on the bed. “Oh, Professor Byleth…!”

Instantly, the teacher found her own face turning just as red, and she nervously looked to escape back out the door. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

Unfortunately, she’d been right the first time – the white haired noble really hadn’t noticed her sudden entrance. Not until she’d begun to speak, at least. Then the woman’s pale eyes had snapped open in horror – but it was too late to stop, and the shock only served to drive her over the edge. A shocked, mortified gasp forced its way out of her lungs as she came, her juices squirting out onto the sheets beneath her completely heedless of any witnesses present.

And there certainly was a witness. Though Byleth knew she should look away, to salvage whatever was left of both her own dignity and the Princess’s, she found that she could not. Her face, still red, wouldn’t turn away, and as she bit her lip nervously she felt her own desires starting to stir – a familiar uncomfortable stiffness making itself known beneath her skirt.

The two women stared at one another for a long, silent, uncomfortable moment.

Then, there was a flurry of movement. The Empress-to-be shrieked and hurriedly threw herself under her blanket, while the Professor practically jumped out of the room, slamming the door with a very quick apology. Because, you know, maybe she didn’t have to address her students problems in class tonight after all! They could sort this out another time, maybe. Or maybe never! Maybe they would just never, ever speak again! That could happen!

But there was a flaw in that plan too. Beyond the obvious one that Byleth was still Edelgard’s teacher and combat instructor, in fact. And that flaw immediately presented itself when the Professor spun on her heel to march away – and almost walked flat into the human shadow that was Hubert.

Hubert von Vestra was a threatening presence at the best of times, but right now he looked downright scary.

“I think, Professor…” He stated, his voice calm, but with a sinister edge, “that you had best go and explain yourself to Lady Edelgard immediately, before she does something… dramatic.” He smiled slightly, as if amused by a private joke. “I will ensure you are not disturbed.”

… Normally, of course, Byleth wasn’t the type to be intimidated by one of her students, but right now she could feel he carried a deadly serious intent about him. Besides… He was probably right. Much though she might wish to ignore what she had just witnessed – they did need to talk about it.

The Professor took a moment, and then nodded – something that seemed to please Hubert, at the very least. Then, without another word, she slipped back inside the chamber, and closed the door behind her.

The Princess was still hiding under her bed sheets. It was hard to blame her, but that wouldn’t help them talk about this.

“Edelgard, come out. We have to speak.”

There was no response.

Byleth sighed, and tried a gentler tone. “Please, Princess. It’s okay, I’m not angry.”

There was still silence - though this time the sheets peeled back a little to reveal a single lilac eye peering out from underneath them. The Professor decided this was probably as good as she was going to get for a moment.

“Alright.” Taking the implied invitation, Byleth moved over and carefully sat down on the bed. “So, I want to say that I understand that I certainly understand how arousal can sometimes become… hard to… control… Ah…”

Sitting down had been a mistake, the Professor realised. Her cock hadn’t gotten any softer since she caught sight of Edelgard’s accidental show, and now she was giving an accidental show of her own. Her skirt wasn’t hiding the stiff shape of the shaft in her lap at all – and worse, she could feel it getting harder by the second as the Princess’s single revealed eye stared at it.

Byleth swallowed, her face once again turning red. “So… Um…”

“Professor…” The blanket finally fell, and a curious Princess was suddenly creeping forwards, her eyes still locked on the shrouded form of Byleth’s cock. “Is that…?”

Again, the green haired Professor felt a flush of embarrassment. Her cock was one of her most closely guarded secrets – something she’d never told anyone about. But then, sharing this was only fair, wasn’t it? “It is,” she said, her voice a little shy. “I mean… I think you can see I mean what I say when I say I understand about arousal.” Self-consciously she shifted, her hands folding into her lap to try and hide her shame. “I, I’m sorry, I usually keep this a secret, I know it’s an unseemly…”

But Edelgard caught her hand, gently pulling it away, and then going even further to lift the Professor’s skirt. “I see nothing unseemly here,” the Princess stated – some of her normal fire coming back to her as she looked almost entranced by what she was seeing. “Only that you’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined…”

Byleth’s eyes widened, her blush intensifying. “I… L-Lady Edelgard, you’re very kind, but- ah!”

Her stammering came to a sudden, squeaky stop as the Princess’s lithe fingers hooked under the Professor’s strained panties and almost ripped them off, pulling them down and finally releasing the mighty member they were struggling to contain to the world. It stood tall and proud, harder than Byleth could ever remember it being – and before she knew it, Edelgard’s fingers were wrapped firmly around it.

“No,” she said, her eyes meeting the Professor’s firmly. “I am not kind. I say what I mean, and I know exactly of what I speak. You are beautiful, Professor, from your head to your toes. I have fantasised about every inch of you since the day we first met, each more wonderful than the last – but now, I find I have been remiss about a part I did not know you possessed.” Her hand stroked, fluttering fingers sinking down, before rising back up. Byleth found herself gasping, a whimper not unlike the one that had first drawn her into this chamber escaping her throat.

“E-Edelgard…”

“Professor…” The two drew closer, their lips drawing ever nearer to one another.

But still, the green haired woman was hesitant. “We shouldn’t,” she protested – weakly, still disbelieving that anyone could find her attractive after learning her secret. “You are a princess, and my student. You can do so much better than-!”

“Professor.” Another soft, yet firm stroke of her cock shut Byleth right up. “I have dreamt of this day every night for what feels like forever.” Well that would explain her terrible grades of late. “I will not let you convince yourself you are not worthy. Now kiss me before I go mad!”

There really was no arguing with the woman – the pair’s lips locked a moment later, and before she knew it Byleth was on her back, warm, wet walls enveloping her oh-so-sensitive shaft…

And then things got a bit hazy. At first she thought it was just because the sheer pleasure had left her stunned, but then the clapping started, and she noticed how dark everything had gotten, and that Edelgard had gotten oddly still even as she wrapped herself around her Professor’s dick…

“Finally!” An irritatingly familiar voice rang out, and a very awkwardly placed Byleth looked around the room – only to spot the amused looking figure of Sothis sitting on a desk nearby. Thankfully, the goddess had chosen to appear as an adult this time – less thankfully, she had a bucket of what looked like popped corn in her hands. “I was starting to think you’d never notice the way she was looking at you!”

“… Is this really the time for this…?” The Professor couldn’t move – she was wedged rather firmly inside Edelgard, and whatever magic Sothis had worked to stop time in this instant had left her pretty tightly locked in. It was an interesting feeling, but right now she was horny as hell and the last thing in the world she wanted was this kind of interruption.

The goddess, naturally, couldn’t have cared less. “Eh, just thought I’d make sure you didn’t screw it up. You seriously need to get laid more often, girl. And this one’s a trooper! She knows how to handle you properly. You need a girl like her prepared to take a mallet to that dense head of yours.”

Byleth glared, but Sothis’s reply was just a toothy grin.

“Hey, don’t give me that look! I’m here to give you a reward after all.”

“That’s great, but can we do this later or something-”

“Nope, doing it now!” The goddess raised her hand, magical runes flaring to life around her, and around the new couple. “Just a little something to make sure you two keep screwing on the regular~ Don’t worry, you’ll thank me!”

The light was flaring brighter and brighter “Wait, what are you doing?!”

But it was far too late. “You’ll see!”

Time resumed, and cut off Byleth’s next yell as a sudden thrust of Edelgard’s restarted hips sank her slit straight down over the Professor’s dick, and almost made her cum right there and then.

“D-did you say something, Professor…?” A breathless Princess asked, still wiggling her waist as she leaned down over her new lover, the mere motion almost driving them both insane.

“… N… No, I…” There was little point in explaining. But as Byleth tried to come up with a reasonable answer, a miracle appeared before her eyes. Edelgard’s chest, a hardly modest set of treasures, was starting to grow. The Princess had never removed her top, too caught up in the moment to do so, and now it was starting to look a little too small for her frame. No, scratch that, it was looking very small for her frame, the buttons struggling to hold on as the flesh beneath them swelled with abandon.

It wasn’t just her chest either, the Professor realised, as she reached up to help steady her partner’s hips, and found them inflating beneath her hands. Soft, warm flesh pushed her palms apart even as her fingers were given nice thick sides to grip. The Princess was turning into the image of sexualised perfection right on top of Byleth’s dick – and she didn’t seem to notice at all, all of her attention fixated completely on the cock inside of her.

A cock that seemed… a lot bigger than it had been, actually. To Byleth’s shock, she realised that Edelgard wasn’t the only one who was changing – a realisation that came a fraction of a second her top started to tear with a loud ripping sound, signalling that it could no longer contain the melons that had started to plump up on her chest. And judging by the tightness of the skirt around her hips, her ass hadn’t escaped the transformation either. In a matter of moments, both girls had been given the kind of curves that most women could only dream of – and Byleth, the kind of cock most men would give an arm to possess as well.

Maybe that should have concerned her, but the heady pleasure being pumped into her mind at this point was more than overwhelming, and as Sothis’s voice giggled in her ears the Professor couldn’t help but just let it happen. She had more important things to worry about – like the fact that she was about to- about to-!!!!!

With a cry of release on her part, and delight on the Princess’s, Byleth’s cock finally erupted, her essence streaming into her partner like the gates of a dam had just been unbolted. It was a primal surge of raw pleasure, the likes of which neither woman had ever imagined they could have… And it was just the start of their night together, to boot. Yes, there were much more important things to do now than think too hard about where the big boobs had come from.

In fact, Byleth realised later, an exhausted Edelgard laying contentedly in her arms – in fact, the Princess hadn’t even seemed to realise it what happened – she’d treated her chest bouncing merrily before the Professor’s face like it had always been there, and there’d been no surprise on her face when she’d started sucking on her beloved’s bountiful bosom.

Maybe, the Professor wondered, her eyes starting to close as tiredness claimed her as well, it was like the time reversal ability Sothis used – maybe no one else would notice that the two of them were now walking sex symbols. That’d be amusing.

A smile touched her lips as she drifted off to sleep. Yes, life in Garreg Mach had been a little difficult to adjust to when she first arrived, but now, she was really starting to get the hang of things.

-

Request: Weiss Schnee despises Valentine’s Day, as she never has a Valentine.  This combined with her feelings for Ruby Rose, her team leader, she try’s to make a special type of dust to finally get a Valentine. But a miscalculation here and there makes the dust explode around her as Ruby walks in. After the dust settles and the coughing fit they have, Weiss comes face to butt with Ruby’s butt right in her eyesight. And Ruby comes face to face with a mirror, showing Weiss under her ass. And after they stand up and dust themselves off, they get the first image they saw after inhaling the dust, Weiss being Ruby’s Ass, and Ruby having Weiss under her but. They slowly become more and more obsessed with those ideas, and Weiss can’t stop staring at Ruby’s ass and Ruby becoming more dominant over Weiss and wants Weiss to be her slut for her ass. As Weiss is staring at Ruby’s ass, she watches it grows, she gets mesmerized by it, and as she watching, Ruby starts calling her names like, “My ass slut”, “My bimbo ass bitch.”, “You’re just a slut for asses, MY ASS.” And with the words all Weiss can think about is asses and her Brains go into her ass, making it grow. At the end Ruby Rose is a busty dominant master, with her ass slave, The new bimbo ass slut, Weiss Schnee…

Weiss Schnee did not mess around. If she wanted to be a Huntress, she went to the best academy on Remnant. If she wanted to be a good teammate, she dedicated herself to being the best teammate in the history of ever! And if she was feeling lonely on Valentine’s day, well, it was to be expected that she’d go completely ham on that problem too.

Trying to synthesise her own form of ‘love potion’ type dust was probably a bit further beyond the pale than even she’d usually go, though… Or, it would be, had it not been for two factors: One, that she hadn’t received a single Valentine, not a single one (the card from Jaune definitely didn’t count), and two, that Ruby Rose – her long standing crush, even though she’d never admit it – didn’t even seem to know it was Valentine’s day. In fact, she’d given a speech that very morning (Ruby did like giving speeches) about how they were the very best of friends, and that nothing would ever change that.

… Well, Weiss was absolutely going to change that, no matter how much dust she had to burn to make it so! She’d gone dateless for three years here at Beacon, but this time, Ruby would be desperate to ask her to the dance. She’d see to it herself…

There were all sorts of dusts that the SDC didn’t release to the public, after all. Chocolate dust. Lawyer dust. All kinds. Weiss Schnee wasn’t the public, though, and a few calls from her scroll had gotten a crate of everything she needed delivered right to her door. A few vials of lust dust, a pinch of love dust, and a good healthy helping of obsession dust! Perfect – just the kind of thing you mixed up and slipped to your girlfriend-to-be. What could go wrong?

Of course, it was well known that mixing different kinds of dust, especially unknown and untested dusts, could have… odd effects. New qualities could emerge from the combinations with unexpected powers – and the results were often very unstable. Care had to be taken whenever you were trying to mix up a new kind of dust – a steady hand and a critical eye were absolute requirements of any experimentation here.

Fortunately, Weiss had both, and was very experienced in handling this kind of thing. She was the heir to the Schnee Dust Company, after all – of course she knew how to handle dust! Even in the relatively unprofessional setting of her room, she could combine a few vials with ease.

However, she reckoned without the sudden appearance of Ruby Rose.

“Hey Weiss, what are you- Ack!”

“Ruby, don’t use your semblance in h-agh!”

The boom as her carefully constructed dust was a small one, and thankfully the pair’s auras protected them from actually taking any damage, even as both women was blasted across the room. Weiss’s little science experiment was done for, though, with pink, shimmering dust scattered across the room and raining down on them both.

This would have a few consequences.

For example, Weiss opened her eyes to find herself face to ass with Ruby’s behind. Not the worst position for her to find herself, if she was honest, but that wasn’t something she’d ever care to admit. “Ruby!” She mumbled, squirming. “Get your butt out of my face!”

“Ah, oops…” Ruby looked down over her shoulder, seeing that, yes indeed, that little explosion had thrown her into a rather embarrassing position – Weiss glaring up at her from underneath her ass. “Sorry about that, bestie!”

“GET OFF!”

At last, the silver eyed huntress rose, scrambling to her feet as her partner did the same, both breathing heavily, oblivious to the cloud of dust all around them – and oblivious to the pink-gold sheen that suddenly appeared over both of their eyes.

For a moment, images hung in their minds. For Weiss, the sight of Ruby’s perfectly round behind began to dance through her thoughts, slipping around her ire and drawing a nervous blush from her cheeks. But for Ruby, it was the picture of Weiss buried beneath her butt that captivated her attention. The thought of her bestie caught on her ass, stuck beneath it, entranced by it…

The pair both shook their heads, trying to banish the odd mental images, and focused on one another instead.

“So, uh… What were you doing?” Ruby asked, folding her hands behind her back innocently, as if she hadn’t just barged in and ruined whatever Weiss was working on.

Fortunately, and despite all the odds, her partner decided not to hold a grudge. Possibly because admitting what she’d actually been doing would have been far too embarrassing. “Oh, uh… Just… testing out a new kind of dust someone sent from home,” she lied, glancing away guiltily.

“Cool! What kind of dust was it?” Alas, Ruby wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.

“Uh…” The heiress’s mind raced. What kind of dust could she… “Aaaass dust?”

What?

“What? Ass dust?” Ruby blinked, confused. Although now the images of Weiss drooling over her behind were back in force, making her bite her lip to try to keep focused.

“Uh! No, I mean…” Why did she say that?!? That was almost as bad as admitting the truth! But she couldn’t help it – her every attempt at thinking up a creative lie had been interrupted by thoughts of Ruby’s butt, butting in at every opportunity. Even now, the heiress found her eyes automatically drifting to follow her partner’s ass, her blush intensifying every time she noticed and tried to look away.

The silver eyed (well, slightly pink eyed at the moment) warrior found herself giggling as she noticed where Weiss was looking. “Oooh, what’s the matter, bestie? Got my butt on your brain?”

It was an odd thing to say, and she probably wouldn’t have if the idea wasn’t all she could think about – but far more telling was Weiss’s silence. The heiress just stood there, eyes still thoroughly rooted to Ruby’s booty.

Curious, the huntress turned around and shook her hips, her head looking back over her shoulder to see Weiss’s reaction – and she wasn’t disappointed. The heiress’s breath quickened, her lips parting into a soft o as her eyes followed her leader’s hips.

Though, to be fair, she was watching a show that Ruby had managed to remain oblivious to – namely, another, subtler effect of the dust that they’d both been showered with. As both huntresses focused on Ruby’s ass, the strange almost-magical energy of the dust began to gather there, and slowly, steadily, her cheeks began to inflate. Before Weiss’s eyes, that wonderful, dominant booty was growing out, bigger and bigger, until it was completely impossible for her not to stare at it – its sheer size having a kind of gravitational pull that held her eyes like a black hole.

And then it got so much worse when Ruby started twerking.

“Oohhh, you do!” The red-ish haired huntress crowed, giggling all the while as she stuck her behind out and shook it all about, watching with glee as Weiss all but fell over herself to follow it. “Oh my god, Weiss, you’re a total ass slut!”

“I- I am n-uuhh…” The heiress’s denials fell apart quickly, squished underneath those fat, heavy cheeks. By this point she was actually drooling over them.

“You totally are! You’re my bimbo ass bitch!”

“Ngh…” Weiss’s head felt light. Something was…

“You’re just a slut for asses, MY ASS.”

“Ooohhh…” Something was…

“My big booty bimbo!”

“Ah!” A shock went right through Weiss’s body, from her head down to her hips, as Ruby’s words sank into her brain and weighed it down like an anchor. In an instant, suddenly all her smarts – the intelligence a big booty bimbo wouldn’t need – was slurped down, down, down, right to her ass. And her ass was happy to drink it all up.

Her hips quickly started to swell, plumping up rapidly until her skirt could barely hold her in, even as her expression turning into a slow and stupid smile. In a matter of moments, the proud huntress had been utterly consumed – leaving nothing but a dumbass butt slut in her place.

And Ruby couldn’t be happier, the pink glow in her eyes flashing brighter as her friend slave gave in. Grinning, she stepped over and smacked Weiss on her inflated behind, drawing a yelp of pleasure from the girl and soaking her panties completely through.

“There’s a good girl.” The huntress said, her fingers coming up to stroke her new pink-eyed pet softly under the chin. “You’re going to make a fine toy. I can’t wait to show you off to the others at the dance~”

So as it worked out, Weiss got the Valentine invitation that she wanted after all, even if she’d become a bimbo butt slut to do it. And in the end, isn’t that the most important thing?

She certainly wasn’t going to complain about it!

-

Request: Zelda and Urabosa while meeting one evenening decide to try out a new tavern that they come across. As soon as they step in the door they are yelled at for being late for thier shifts and have a tavern wench and belly dancer outfit respectively  shoved at them. Next thing they know they are wearing the uniforms and are serving/entertaining the patrons. They have a feeling that something is off, but as they do thier jobs more and more they have a hardest time focusing on what that is as thier curves swell and muscles soften. Zelda becomes dumber and lewder as befitting a peasant wench and Urabosa becomes a super submissive and slutty slave girl.

“Are you sure about this?” There were many things that could be said about Princess Zelda – that she was brave, graceful, and absolutely dedicated to her task, and to her kingdom. But generally, the most accurate, at least in the minds of her closest friends and allies… Was that she was a bit of a worrywart.

“Of course!” Urbosa was well used to dealing with that kind of attitude, though, and dispelled it with a bright smile and a slap of her hand on the smaller woman’s back. “You need to get out more, Little Bird~ After all, do you really think you can give your everything to protect a Kingdom that you’ve never experienced for yourself?”

It was a hard point to deny, even if it left the blonde princess still feeling more than a little nervous. There was much to do and much to prepare for before the foretold rise of Calamity Ganon. Her powers had yet to awaken, after all, and the pressure from her father was getting greater by the moment – though it was nothing compared to the pressure she was putting on herself. But maybe the answer was to take a break – a short break – and relax a little?

Urbosa certainly seemed to think so. Which was why she’d grabbed the Princess and spirited her off into the city proper that evening, away from the political machinations of court, and away from the constant training of the other champions. Link had stayed behind – to divert suspicion, if his wink as they’d left was anything to judge by – so now it was just the two of them, on a ‘girls night out’, as the older gerudo woman had put it.

“So, where shall we start?” The Princess asked, easily able to admit to the champion that she was out of her depth here. As a Princess, and one with such a hefty responsibility at that, she was completely ignorant of the world outside her castle – at least, she was when it came to the kind of life ordinary peasants led. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested, or didn’t care – it was just her duties had always forbidden her from spending any time in that area. Now, though, she was free to find out what she’d been missing – for one night, at least.

Of course, if she was expecting an organised plan, she was in for a surprise. Urbosa wasn’t the sort to operate that way. “Oh, I don’t know. How abooout… Over there?” The gerudo smiled and nodded to a building that the duo had been about to pass. A tavern, by the look of it, with an open door and a sign hanging out over the street, ‘The Drunken Princess’.

The name certainly drew a flat look from Zelda, who gave her companion a stern side eye. “Drunken Princess?”

“We should only be so lucky, Little Bird!” Urbosa winked – and then it was too late to protest, as the taller, stronger woman slid an arm around the Princess’s shoulders and all but marched her in through the door. “Now let’s see what-”

“There you are!”

“Huh?” Both women drew up short, blinking as a woman in a black outfit that indicated she was the landlord of this establishment stomped up to the pair at the entrance.

“You’re both late!” The woman growled, glaring at the two of them. “What, did you both lose your watches? Get to work, your shifts started five minutes ago!”

Zelda licked her lips nervously, sharing an uncertain glance with Urbosa. “Um, I’m sorry Miss, but- Mmph!”

Alas, her attempt at correcting what was surely a simple case of mistaken identity was interrupted by a bundle of cloth smacking her clean in the face. Stunned, she could do little more than catch it, the fabric unfurling in her arms to reveal a very low cut looking dress, with a blue skirt and a white corset. “Uh.”

Urbosa had been ‘given’ an outfit as well – though her reflexes were sharp enough to catch it. She found herself frowning at a very skimpy looking dress, really more a set of veils and strips of cloth than actual clothing. “What do you mean to-”

But the woman was already walking away, back towards the bar. “I don’t have time to listen to your excuses, it’s rush hour and we’re already understaffed! Just get changed and get to work!”

The heroic duo exchanged another look. This was clearly ridiculous, and the obvious move to make was to dump these uniforms right here and go to look for another tavern. And yet, strangely, neither woman felt compelled to do so. Instead…

“Well, you heard her.” Urbosa shrugged.

“I… I guess…” Zelda frowned, looking down at her dress, before hesitantly scampering over to a door marked ‘Employees Only’, and pushing through it. After all, what would be the harm in helping out for a bit?

Urbosa didn’t follow. Instead, she headed towards the stage at the front of the room, costume in hand…

-

Zelda’s new ‘uniform’ wasn’t the tightest fit, and she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as she hurried around the tavern taking orders and serving drinks. It didn’t help that all the other waitresses on duty tonight were stacked, filling out their outfits proudly as they glided around from one table to the next…

But no matter! She had a job to do. Even though she wasn’t sure why she was- but that wasn’t important, no need to think about that! Instead, she just primly approached her next table, a sweet smile on her face.

“Ah, good evening, gentle sirs,” she greeted the group of men sitting there politely. “May I take your order?”

But to her consternation, the men just looked between each other, confused. “Ey, what’s she saying?”

“No idea lad,” another shrugged. “Can’t make heads or tails of that hoity toity posh accent. Y’tryin’ to say you’re better than us, luv?”

Zelda blanched. “O-oh, no, I’d never! I just… I was merely… ah…”

She put a hand to her brow, feeling oddly warm for a moment. Her eyes fluttered, the world seeming to blur around her…

Then she shook herself, and looked back to the table, an apologetic smile on her face. “Sorry, sah,” she said, her voice now thick with a lower class Hylian drawl. “Dunno what that was all about. What can I get for you chaps?”

“Ah, now yer talkin’ my language!” That got a round of chuckles from the group, and soon there after a good round of orders for the strongest ale in the house, which Zelda accepted with a wink and a smile.

As she strutted away, her hips developing a small unconscious wiggle with each step, she wondered why she’d had so much trouble. Eh, probably just early night jitters – now she was starting to get into the proper swing of things. Even her corset was starting to feel a little more comfortable on her now…

-

Up on the stage, Urbosa danced.

It was an amusing feeling – she hadn’t done this in years. Of course, in her youth she’d done plenty of dancing – it was a fun hobby, and one that was popular amongst the gerudo. But as she’d grown older, she’d had less and less time for it, and by the time she was recruited as a champion, she honestly hadn’t thought about the subject in years.

Now, though, it all came flooding back to her. How to twirl, and dip, and move with the rhythm. How to entice an audience with a shake of your behind, and leave them burning for more. It was wonderfully refreshing – she practically felt herself getting younger by the second!

The only problem was…

“Woo! Take it off!”

… Her audience left a lot to be desired. This horde of drunkards really didn’t feel deserving of her performance. In fact, why was she doing this at all? She was a proud warrior of the gerudo, not some simpering slave girl these thugs could order around! She should- She should…

The world turned hazy as the red haired champion’s eyes fluttered. Unnoticed to her, the hard won muscles she’d developed over years of training were starting to soften, her body becoming soft and supple, while her curves began to swell.

She shook her head, almost missing her next beat before catching herself. What… What had she just been thinking? Something about… being a slave girl?

Well that made sense. She was a slave girl, wasn’t she?

The gerudo woman giggled, her dance growing a little more heated as rupees began to get thrown up on the stage, her growing chest bouncing proudly as her silks twirled around her. So many eyes upon her – oh my, it made her feel so very warm inside. Was there anything better than this?

Ah, perhaps one thing. A hungry smile danced on Urbosa’s lips as the calls for her to start removing what little cloth she still wore grew even louder, and her hands slipped around behind her back to undo the clasp waiting here. These fine men had been such a good audience, after all…

-

Zelda strode across the tavern floor confidently, a large tray of drinks balanced carefully in her hands. Her path was a little circuitous – she deliberately avoided the louder, more rambunctious groups, who were known to be rather handsy by this point in the evening – but it was efficient, as befit a waitress princess of her education.

“Here ya’ go, lads!” She announced proudly as she plonked the tray down on the right table, grinning at the men who’d ordered so much. “Now who’s fitting the bill?”

A wave of chuckles rounded the group, before one of them looked up at her with a pained grin. “That’d be me, luv. How many gems is this one setting me back?”

The blonde looked over the tray, sharp eyes picking out every glass before thirsty hands snatched them away. “Lessee here…”

Okay, so that was five death mountain smashers, two lon lon pitchers, a sheik spritzer, seven twilight ales, and a diet gel juice. The numbers all raced through her head at lightning speed. That would be… Would be…

Another flash of heat rolled through her, and she found her head going oddly quiet, leaving her staring at the collection of drinks with a confused look on her face, her brow wrinkling as her lips pursed. Unnoticed – by her, at least, though the men at the table were staring appreciably – her top was starting to grow rather tight, her chest filling out firmly and then some, getting bigger by the second as she struggled to math.

Now come on, she thought to herself, albeit slowly as those lightning thoughts got stuck in endless traffic jams, this shouldn’t be hard. It was a simple sum. She just needed to concentrate, and-

Smack!

“Come on luv, we ain’t got all day!” There was a chorus of laughs as one of the closer drunkards reached out and smacked the princess’s waitress’s plump behind. Zelda jumped in shock, the struggling thoughts in her head popping into nothingness… Before a slow smile spread over her face, and she found herself giggling.

“Ah, what the hell. On the house, boys,” she said with a lascivious wink, giving her fat chest a shake to make sure she had their attention. “I’m sure such charming gents like y’selves’ll cover this lot in no time.”

There was a round of cheers, and Zelda enjoyed another fine pat on the rear before slipping away to get back to work. That was another batch of loyal customers she’d just earned – and she was sure she’d be enjoying their attention for a good long time yet to come. But the night wasn’t over yet! She had plenty more orders to take. And now she was feeling like visiting a few of those louder tables she’d been avoiding before…

She couldn’t imagine why she’d been doing that though. The handsy ones were the best~

-

By the time the last orders bell rang, there was precious little to be seen of the noble, intelligent princess, or of the proud and confident warrior woman. Oh, Zelda and Urbosa were still there, but no one would mistake the dumb, slutty waitress for the wielder of the triforce of wisdom, or the naked stripper on stage for a deadly fighter.

Least of all each other.

“Alright luvs, show’s over!” The big titted blonde strutted up on stage clapping her hands, ignoring the whines from the crowd as she got between them and a very naked curvy dancer. “You all heard the bell. ‘S time you lot were headed home to your misseses!”

“Booo!” “More! More!”

Zelda giggled and gave the audience a wink, even as she offered a hand to Urbosa and pulled her to her feet, hugging her in close.

“What’s that? You lot think you deserve more of my sweet little songbird here? Well you don’t for this kind of loose change!” The waitress kicked a few sparkling rupees off the stage, before smirking as the slave girl pressed up against her, softly kissing her cheek – a rehearsed move to get a bit of interest going. “Now, if any of you gents are interested in a more private performance in your room tonight, maybe something can be arranged… For the right price~”

And as the former princess sold off one of her best friends as evening entertainment (with herself thrown in as well if the buyer was willing to pay extra), a masked figure watched from above, delighted to see how well everything had worked out. With this, two of the biggest obstacles to the Yiga clan’s plan to resurrect Gannon were off the table – or under it, as the case may be. And all it had taken was a couple of cursed uniforms, and a quick disguise as the tavern landlord! How fortunate they had been.

Yes, the Yiga clan would certainly be frequenting the Drunken Princess often from now on – content that they, and they alone, would understand the just how fitting the tavern’s name truly was~

-

Request: Ranma 1/2 idea. Beaten by Ryoga or insert rival here who is powered up by a magical mcguffin. Ranma finds his own Mcguffin to power up with. Problem is twofold. One he can only use it in Female form and two if he were to overuse it would turn him into a busty fertile bimbo. (Maybe a dildo or something?) Sadly anything goes style isn't big on restraint the so the predictable happens. (Bonus points if somehow the same thing happens Akane and they end up fighting over Ryoga)

“Ranma! Because of you I’ve seen hell! I demand you get out here and face me, coward!”

“Uh. Behind you, buddy.”

“Oh, right. Thanks.” Ryoga turned to see his most hated rival slash kinda best friend standing casually in the spot that they had designated for their duel, and cleared his throat. “Ranma! Because of you-!”

“Gah!” Ranma Saotome, heir to the anything goes school of martial arts according to at least a few translations, unfortunate core member of one of the most tangled relationship diagrams this side of a royal family tree, and occasional-though-not-right-now girl, jumped forward and clamped a hand over his pal’s mouth. “No need to blow my eardrums, I heard you the first time!”

“Are you sure?” The eternally lost boy looked disappointed as he casually removed Ranma’s hand from his face. “I’ve been rehearsing this one! It took me weeks of research to really get down into the core emotions I needed to convey for why I need to smack your head off…”

The pigtailed martial artist paused hearing that. “Really? Because it kinda sounded just like the other five thousand speeches you’ve yelled at me over the years…”

That may have been the wrong thing to say. “How dare you!” Ryoga snarled, stamping his umbrella down in the dirt so hard it left a crater – which, well, didn’t actually mean he was that upset, given how heavy his umbrella was, but it still made an impression. “Insulting my speechcraft is the last straw! Ranma Saotome, prepare to die!”

“See now that part I’ve definitely heard before- Woah!” Ranma ducked, rolling backwards as Ryoga’s umbrella scythed through the air that had, a moment ago, contained his rival’s chest. “Geeze, give a guy a moment to get ready!”

Then he dived back again as Ryoga’s fists smashed down above him. “Oh like hell I’m falling for that one again! Last time I gave you a moment to prepare you threw sand in my face!”

Oh yeah. Ha, that’d been funny. “You left yourself open!”

“Die Ranma!”

Another swing, another dodge. But despite the pigtailed martial artist’s glib attitude, internally he was worried. Not about losing, obviously – that was a ridiculous idea. But Ryoga was a lot faster than normal – a lot a lot. Each time he avoided an attack, those fists came closer and closer. Soon he’d actually have to start trying.

Maybe it was time to distract the big oaf. “So what’s this about, anyway? It’s been ages since you last tried to kill me – I kinda thought you’d buried the hatchet and moved on or something.”

That did get a slight pause out of Ryoga – and a grin. “Oh, well, yeah, I guess. But I found a new trick while I was out wandering, and I figured you’d make a good test dummy.”

“Oi!” Ranma jumped forward, springing off his opponent’s head and laying a slam down against his back. “I ain’t no dummy, Porky. And if this is all your new trick has got, then I guess you came all this way just to get your ass stomped.”

“We’ll agree to disagree, Jackass.” Ryoga grinned, Ranma’s attack not even phasing him as he turned. “And I haven’t even shown you my new trick yet. This is just the warmup. But, if you wanna see it, I guess we can get to the real show…”

His aura suddenly flared, and Ranma backed off, wary of another surprise like the Shishi Hokodan. But this wasn’t a ki attack. No, instead the martial artist found himself watching as Ryoga began to grow taller and bulkier, his already well defined muscles pumping up into a body builder’s physique. In a matter of moments, the other fighter seemed to have grown at least two feet taller, and his build had developed so much that his shirt had been completely torn off, leaving his powerful torso bare for all to see.

“What the hell kind of dr**on b**l crap is this?!” The pigtailed man yelled, staring at this completely ridiculous transformation with an open mouth.

Ryoga just chuckled – his voice several octaves deeper and reverberating through the entire park. “This is my new power, Ranma. Are you ready to face a true man amongst men?”

That got a flat glare. “The only man amongst men around here is me, Arnold,” the martial artist responded, falling into an aggressive stance. “And I’m more than happy to prove it!”

“Then come!” The lost boy beckoned him closer with an open palm. “Let’s put this to rest once and for all!”

Well how could he refuse an invitation like that? Ranma charged.

-

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.”

“Tch. Quit whining, you big baby. I’m almost finished.” Akane Tendo did not have the most tender bedside manner in the world. Well, that was a little unfair – she could be the very model of kindness and patience under the right circumstances. It was just that none of those circumstances included Ranma Saotome being her patient. The two of them didn’t work like that.

Though, right now, Ranma had bigger concerns that a rather brusk nurse. “It’s not fair! Where did he get that much power from? It’s totally cheating!”

Akane sighed. The two were sitting in the attic that had doubled at Ranma and his father’s room since their arrival at the Tendo Dojo so long ago, as had become habit whenever the martial artist experienced a troubling battle. “Does it really matter? So he beat you in a fight. It’s not the end of the world.”

“He did not beat me,” the pigtailed man grumbled. “I’m just… restrategizing. It doesn’t cou-owowowow quit it!”

The blue haired woman rolled her eyes and removed her finger from her fiancé’s bruise. “Looks like a pretty thorough beating to me. But really, do you have to make such a big deal about this? It’s just Ryoga – he’s a nice guy usually. Losing to him isn’t like, losing to some ancient evil warlord or whatever. Just let it go.”

She was being an utter hypocrite, by the way. Akane was every bit as bad at holding a grudge as Ranma was, she was just better at being polite about it. But that was neither here nor there.

And that was because Ranma wasn’t listening at all. “No way! I just need to work out a good counter to whatever he’s doing. Which means I have to find out what technique he’s using! Which means…”

“Ranmaaaa…” His fiancée’s tone was warning. “I hope you’re not thinking of visiting who I think you’re thinking of visiting…”

He paused, and then gave her a flat stare. “Would you prefer I ask Happosai?”

“… Okay, fair point.”

-

“Hmmm… Interesting.” Cologne, honoured elder of the Chinese amazons, rubbed her chin with her staff, sitting at her preferred table at the Nekohanten – the tall one where she could make sure her employees weren’t shirking on their work. “That would explain the powerful aura I felt yesterday. My my, that is troublesome…”

“So you know what technique he’s using, Old Ghou- Ow!”

The staff switched from stroking the elder’s chin to smacking Ranma on the head so fast that it may have broken a few laws of physics on the way. “It’s rude to insult a woman you’ve come to ask for help, Son-in-law. Perhaps I should keep what I know to myself…”

The martial artist backed down quickly. “I’ll be good.”

“See that you are. Not that it matters much in either case.”

Akane, who had been standing quietly at her fiancée’s side and trying not to look too amused when he got clobbered, glanced over to the older woman. “What do you mean?”

Cologne sighed. “Judging by Ryoga’s actions, and the transformation the boy here described, I can only imagine that he’s discovered the Idol of Masculine Might somewhere.” The elder grunted with annoyance. “A foul old trinket from a civilisation we amazons wiped out long ago, who had very ill conceived ideas about what men and women should be.”

The two younger fighters frowned and shared a look, before Akane asked the obvious question. “What they should be?”

“Ha!” The elder laughed, shaking her head. “They had the foolish idea that only men should fight, and that women were more useful as mindless eye candy, I believe the expression is. Not so different from some attitudes you see around these days – not everyone can be as advanced as the Amazons, after all – but they were quite dedicated to the point.”

“Oh! So they had the right-Mmph?!”

Akane smiled sweetly at Ranma, but kept her hand locked firmly over his mouth before he got himself in real trouble. It wasn’t that he was a sexist asshole, she knew – he just had a supernatural ability to put his foot in his mouth at a moment’s notice. “So Ryoga found one of their Idols?” She said instead.

“So it would seem.” Cologne looked amused. “Likely loaded with ki, enough to power him up to incredible heights. As long as he behaves himself, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem, but I do hope it doesn’t foreshadow the return of more of those ancient people…”

Ranma’s hand slapped down on the table, finally breaking free of Akane’s grip. “Okay! So how do I find one of these Idols of Masculine Might or whatever? I’ll just do the same thing and kick Ryoga’s ass that way!”

But the elder shook her head. “I’m afraid that won’t work, son-in-law,” she said plainly. “The only Idol which could stand against Ryoga’s now is its opposite – the Idol of Feminine Force. Powered by Yin to his Yang, only that would allow you to stand as his equal. And that Idol could only be used by a woman-”

Splash!

“No problem!” A suddenly redheaded and suddenly quite busty Ranma grinned. “Where do I find-Ow!”

“That was my drink you just dumped on your head,” Cologne groused, pulling her stick back. “Respect your elders more. Anyway, I suspect I know where that idol is hidden – but be careful, son-in-law. The powers that made that Idol had a very specific image of what a woman should be in their heads when they made it. If you overindulge yourself with it, that image will consume you. And then I’ll have to find a new beloved for my granddaughter, and I’m sure she’d be annoyed about it.”

“Psh, no worries old ghoul. I’ve handled worse than this befo-ow!”

“He doesn’t learn,” the elder sighed, hopping off her chair and bouncing away to get the info Ranma would need on her staff. “Perhaps I can convince Shampoo to take up online dating. Cats are quite popular on the internet, I hear…”

-

The temple they were directed to wasn’t that far, as it turned out. It was amazing how many of these things you could find hidden in your local mountain range if you just went and looked. The question of why an ancient civilization that had been wiped out by the Chinese Amazons had built a temple to house one of their most important relics over in Japan was briefly raised, and then answered with another clobber to the head. Some things you weren’t meant to think about too hard.

“This is crazy, Ranma!” Akane complained, scrambling up the rock face that her fiancée had jumped up with ease a few moment earlier. “You heard what Cologne said! This thing is dangerous! It’s not worth it.”

“Eh, I’ll put it back once I’ve won.” Naturally, the martial artist was not so easily convinced. “And what’s it to you? No one asked you to come!”

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” the blunette answered with a gasp as she finally caught up to him – currently her – at the temple entrance.

Ranma snorted. “Well good luck with that.”

She probably hadn’t been listening. The redhead was studying the front door cautiously, and didn’t seem the least bit out of breath – which privately annoyed Akane no end. The Tendo was possibly one of the most powerful martial artists in the world, but being number 11 still rankled no end when the top 10 might as well have superpowers.

Whatever. She looked up at the temple. “Is this the place?”

“I think so. It fits with what the old ghoul said.” Ranma relished the fact that she was currently out of clubbing range. “And I mean, the statues are a pretty big giveaway.”

Akane blinked, then looked again – only to blush as she realised exactly what she was staring at. “Ranma, look away!”

“What? I see bigger every time I take a cold shower.”

“That’s not the point!”

The temple was lined by ancient stone statues – statues that Akane had originally taken to be your standard ‘people in prayer’ type decorations. But they weren’t. No, each statue was of a shockingly provocative naked woman with incredible curves, showing off their body with bright smiles and come-hither expressions. A series of obviously perverted monuments which lined the path up to the door.

“I mean I can see why you’re intimidated with your flat chest…”

“RANMA!”

“Remember, the old bag said only women could enter the temple. I’m gunna be fine, obviously, but someone as uncute as you might want to- Ow!”

-

Akane did not have issues entering the temple, as was proven when she chased Ranma through the front door, trying to club her with one of the perverted statues that she’d found so interesting outside. But the pair had quickly put their usual bickering/flirting aside once the traps within had started activating. Poison arrows, rolling boulders, bottomless pits, slowly descending spikes, all the usual tricks were here – and suffered the usual amount of success against the experienced pair of martial artist adventurers, ie. Zero.

Alas, both Ranma and Akane had been through far too many trapped dungeons, willingly or not, to actually fall for any of these deadly perils, but you had to give the designers props for trying!

But before long, the two had reached the central chamber, the treasure room where their prize awaited. And they weren’t disappointed to see it sitting there, as though it was waiting for them…

“Awh man, I thought there’d be another trap. Something cool, like sharks or ninja otters or something…”

“Why would you want another trap?”

Okay, one of them was disappointed, but that’s because there’s just no pleasing some people.

Anyway, the Idol of Feminine Force was there, stood on a grand plinth in the center of the circular treasure chamber – and it was impossible to mistake for anything else. If Akane had though the statues outside were perverted, then this one needed a whole new word to describe it. A roundish statuette about the size of two fists stacked on top of one another, it was shaped into the approximate form of a woman… Approximate, because surely there were no women with actual curves like that. Those breasts were both three times the figure’s head, and her ass must have been nearly a third of her mass! She was a curvaceous hourglass to the extreme, an idol of lust no one could mistake, posed with her arms behind her head, happily flaunting what she had.

There was something off about the thing – both women could feel it as they drew close. It was like someone had suddenly turned the heating up in the room, or as though the air around it crackled as if a heavy storm were about to roll in. Both martial artists felt a slight tingle on their skin as they approached. Even Akane could tell this thing was a powerful item, one that needed to be handled carefully in order to… “Ranma!”

“What?” The redhead flipped the figurine between her hands, having carelessly scooped it up to examine it. “It’s fine. It’s not even fragile, see?”

“It’s an ancient relic! Who knows what it does if you use it wrong?!”

Ranma snorted. “What it’s supposed to do is give me enough power to take on that muscle head. Now help me work out how to turn it on!”

She shook the statue – and suddenly, its eyes began to glow with bright pink light. Both Ranma and Akane froze as they felt a shockwave of power wash over them, flooding the room with incredible intensity. As one, they felt their bodies react – the warmth from before turning into a building heat between their legs, and a sensitive perkiness in their chests.

“I… I think that did it,” Akane muttered, feeling a little light headed. “But what is it…”

“Yes!” Ranma’s smile was wide and intense. “This is the stuff! A little bit of this and I’ll beat Ryoga easily!”

As Akane watched, that pink aura crackling around the statue seemed to spread down her fiance’s arms, slowly wrapping around her completely. Before her eyes, the redhead started to change, undergoing a transformation not dissimilar to the one she’d described with Ryoga. Her hair grew longer and silkier. Her body grew taller, more defined. And her curves swelled, growing round and jiggly, stretching the martial artists’ red silk shirt and black pants to their limits…

Before stopping suddenly just before breaking point, the aura cutting out as Ranma slammed the Idol back on its plinth. “There,” she gasped, her voice smooth and sultry, apparently without any effort on her part. “That should do it.”

“R-Ranma…” Akane’s jaw was on the floor. “Are you… okay?”

“Never better!” The redhead grinned, before crossing the floor in a flash and throwing out a few lightning fast punches at the air. “Oh yeah! This is the stuff! I’m gunna go kick that guy’s ass right now!”

And in a blur of red, she was gone, not even hearing her partner’s surprised “Hey, wait…!”

No good. Akane sighed. She’d barely even seen the woman move. Once again, Ranma had found another level of strength to hold over her. The gap between them just kept widening – and it hadn’t exactly been small to start with. How was she ever supposed to catch up now?

…

Her eyes slowly slid over to the Idol, still resting in the middle of the room, a contemplative look upon her face.

-

“Hey, pig boy!” A very busty Ranma bounded over the lost boy’s campsite, landing outside of his tent with enough of a crash that it left an impact crater. “I didn’t think I’d catch you before you got lost again!”

Ryoga looked up from his camp fire with a raised eyebrow. “Hey Ranma. Back to get your ass kicked again already?”

“Heh. You wish.” The redhead’s aura flared with power. “I’ve worked out your little trick, Ryoga. Now I’m going to prove that Ranma Saotome don’t lose, once and for all!”

“You mean lose again.”

“Shut up and fight me, jackass.”

The lost boy snorted and stood up, his aura flaring to match his opponent’s. “As you wish…”

Like a phoenix against a tiger, mighty battle auras swelled and clashed, the sky turning dark and thunder cracking around their battle site. Pink against blue fought back and forth, pushing against one another even though neither side had yet to throw a punch. The might of the two sides of an ancient culture, fighting for supremacy.

… Unfortunately, it soon became clear that one side was definitely stronger than the other. “Damnit, I must not have taken enough power from the Idol,” Ranma muttered, as her own aura began to fall back under pressure from a bulked up Ryoga’s. “I’m going to need more to actually win this…”

“As if I’ll let you!” Ryoga pulled back for a mountain crushing punch…

… Only to meet thin air. “Saotome secret technique!” The redhead legged it, vanishing almost as fast as she’d arrived, zipping off back in the direction of the temple.

“Hey, get back here!” Ryoga gave chase, of course… But this was Ryoga. He was lost five steps from his camp site.

-

Ranma sped back into the Temple like a woman possessed, sprinting and flipping through all of the reset traps with inhuman grace and ease. “Okay!” She yelled, skidding into the treasure chamber once again. “That wasn’t quite enough. I just need a little more from – Akane?!”

“H-huh?” The blunette turned to look back over her shoulder – and then gave her fiancée a sunny smile. “Oh hi Ranma! When did you get back?”

“Just now – but that’s not the point! What the heck happened to you?!?”

It was a reasonable question. The Akane Tendo that Ranma had left here earlier had been – well, maybe not as flat chested as Ranma liked to tell her she was, but she wasn’t exactly the curves champion of the world. This Akane Tendo, though, would crush even Shampoo in that contest – and she’d do so between her two massive boobs, with her long, silken blue hair draped over them both for a finishing touch. The woman looked like she’d been hooked up to a pump and inflated like a pool toy – and judging by her kind of vacant looking gaze, it wasn’t just her curves that had been given a healthy helping of air.

And as if to confirm that fact, she giggled. “Oh, y’know. I was just, like, kinda thinking that since the, um, the big booby statue worked so well for you, maybe I could use it too! And it worked! Look how big ,y titties are now~” She held her chest up with her arms to show her.

“Ohhh wow.” Now this? This made Ranma blush. She absolutely wasn’t configured in a way that knew how to deal with this kind of issue. So, naturally, she defaulted to her usual method. “Idiot! You’ve used way too much of the Idol’s power. Hmph, and after all that nagging me not to use it, too. Give it here – maybe I can reverse this or something…”

“Huh? No way!” Akane hugged the glowing statue to her chest possessively. “I still got, like, tons more growing to do!”

“You’ve grown more than enough! And besides, I need more power to beat Ryoga – gimme!” The redhead dived in – only to immediately get herself smothered. Akane wasn’t just curvier than before – she was faster and stronger too.

“No! Mine!”

“Gimme!”

The two struggled, both latching onto the Idol hard. And as they pushed and pulled at one another, its eyes glowed brighter and brighter, pink aura flowing over both of them…

Ranma wasn’t sure exactly when her shirt had ripped, or when her pants had split and fallen off her legs – details like that seemed less and less important by the second. And she wasn’t really sure when she’d started kissing Akane instead of fighting her, either. Probably when her boobs had grown as big as hers? It was really hard to tell. It was really hard to think in general, actually! Every time she tried, there’d be this nice tingly burst of pink in her head, and she’d forget what she’d been doing.

Either way, she was enjoying this a loooot more! Giggle~ She felt sexier than she ever had, and her fia- her finance- her bestie’s fingers felt soooo good inside her wet little snatch. She couldn’t even remember what they’d been doing before, but it couldn’t have been anything important – certainly, nothing as important as this! She felt so good, and she knew that if she pushed just a little further, she’d feel even better…

The Idol was shining like a lightbulb now, nestled safely between the curvy duo’s tits as its power flowed through them. By now, their bodies were only a little smaller than the sizes the statue itself displayed, and their eyes were proudly shimmering pink…

Sensing that the time was right, the Idol slipped down through their tits, and hovered between their drizzling cunts – its shape changing as it hung in the air, just like it had changed the two women’s bodies. In moments, the fantastically endowed woman had been replaced with the shape of two long, firm shafts, one each for their dripping entrances. They paused for a moment, lining themselves up perfectly – and then plunged forward.

“OH!” “OOOH!” The two bimbos, now identical in all but hair colour, cried out in delight as sweet sensation slammed into them, and then screamed in ecstasy as the Idol’s twin cocks started to hammer at their slits, pumping them full of something neither had been prepared for – utter pleasure.

A wave of pink blasted up through them both, crackling along their spines and shooting up into their heads, popping what little was left of their brains and plumping up their bodies to their final, fully curved forms. Wide, dumb smiles spread across their lips as they came together, squirting out the last of their former lives onto the cold stone floor.

The Idol of Female Force had claimed two more victims.

-

“Where the hell am I now?!” Ryoga’s familiar cry echoed through the stone building as he wandered along in frustration. After trying to follow Ranma, he’d found himself running through a desert, a construction site, the collective human unconscious, and a zoo… And now this place. All with no sign of his actual target. Damnit, why did this always happen?

Wherever this was though, it looked familiar. Hadn’t he been to a place like this recently? Like, it was pretty similar to that place where he found that weird Idol of a big muscled guy… Nah, probably not. That had been in America, hadn’t it?

“Ohhh, hey there stud~”

Before he could think too deeply on the subject, though, a voice from up ahead startled him out of his reflective revere. Looking up, he saw… Oh wow.

“Um, hey there… Miss. I don’t suppose you could give me some directions…?”

She was a redheaded walking wet dream – a woman with curves for days, dressed in incredibly flimsy silks that seemed almost transparent, even in the stone hall’s dim lighting. Like someone who’d just stepped out of a very lewd picture book.

And she giggled at his question. “Ohh, baby, I can give you waaaay more than that~”

Then, as suddenly as she appeared, there was another one of her – just the same, except with blue hair instead of red. “Heeey, Rannie, like, don’t hog the cute guy all for yourself!”

“I saw him first! And like, he wants me way more than he wants an uncute bimbo like you!”

“No way! He wants me way more than he wants an idiot like you!”

“Mine!”

“Mine!”

As the two argued, they latched on to an arm each, and Ryoga felt himself being yanked to both sides simultaneously, his nose already starting to bleed as two titanic sets of tits pressed in against his head from both sides. There was that strange sense of familiarity again…

But it was probably nothing. After all, there was no way he wouldn’t recognise a pair of babes like this if he’d met them before, right…?