January Shorts 25 Part 2

Hey folks, some more shorts for you!

As a quick notice, I have hidden the Short Request (Ultra and Fantasy) tiers, and their benefits will no longer be provided from next month on until I work out how to properly balance shorts and longer work (I may make a new tier for that, so don't feel you have to hold your places). If you have one of those tiers of membership, I advise dropping down to Power Patreon tier if you still want to support my writing while all this maintenance happens.

I know I normally try to get them all done within two weeks, but as I've mentioned enough times to get annoyed at myself for repetition, I'm taking it slow this time out, so I'll be dropping in stories across the month. Honestly that's probably a better option for people enjoying them all anyway, now that I think about it...

Well, anyways - please enjoy, and I shall see you with more next week!

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Request: Part 3 of Lana's hypnosis experience! This takes place a few months after pt 2. and has a new character named Nicole. Nicole is a 40 year old mother with long black hair that is typically tied in a bun, blue eyes, she's tall with massive boobs, a huge butt, and a slightly chubby build, but shes still considered super hot. She has a very cold professional personality, and she is the manager of a major bank.    Nicole is a friend of Lana's because their kids grew up together and she has noticed Lana acting strangely, and heard from her family and from her own experience that she had been cancelling plans and going out a lot recently so she decided to investigate. The story will start with her entering the theater where the hypnotist performs and he is there for his next tour after following Lana there.  But she doesn't see Lana in the crowd after she goes in.

Nicole was a no nonsense kind of woman. She was proud of the fact. She hadn’t gotten as far as she had in life by being willing to put up with fakes or charlatans. As a professional bank manager and a mother, she felt that she owed it to the people who worked for her to let them know they could – and should – take her seriously.

It wasn’t as easy as it sounded sometimes. She was a beauty, and she knew it. Long black hair tied in a bun, piercing blue eyes, and curves that made all the other mothers at the PTA burn with envy, Nicole was proud of her looks and she took good care of them. Not even reaching 40 had done anything to diminish them – in fact, she rather thought it had enhanced them. Sure, she was a little chubbier than she used to be, but quite frankly she thought it balanced her out – truly, a big chest paired with a big ass could be such a curse.

She had a feeling that it’d be a handy curse to have tonight, though. If she had to start throwing her weight around, well, it helped to have that weight in the right places.

The atmosphere in the Theatre was one of anticipation when she stepped through the doors at the back. Most of the audience was already in their seats, at various tables scattered around the floor space. She’d deliberately waited until the last minute to arrive, wanting this opportunity to scan the crowds with her own eyes before the lights started to dim. She was looking for someone, after all.

Someone that she could see neither hide nor hair of.

How strange. No, scratch that. How irritating. She’d been sure Lana was here. She’d followed the blonde to this place herself. Her old friend had been acting strangely for months now, and she always got evasive when questioned, but Nicole had had more than enough of her vague excuses. All those last minute plan cancellations, all those missed dinner dates… Something was definitely wrong with the woman, no matter what she said, and she was going to  get to the bottom of it.

But this was the only show on tonight, and she wasn’t here. Had she lost her, somehow? No, no, her car was still parked outside. She had to be here somewhere.

Frowning, Nicole stepped into the room and moved over towards a free table up near the stage. She’d expected something of a struggle at the ticket desk when she’d gone to buy a seat, but everything had gone smoothly. For some reason these tables had been left empty. Perhaps it just wasn’t a very popular show. That wouldn’t surprise her – what had its name been, again? Master Mesmoro’s Magical Mesmerism Maximum Merit? No one had time for that kind of nonsense.

Though, as she took her seat, she had to admit there were a lot more people in here than she’d expected…

The lights dimmed. The curtains rose. “Ladies and gentlemen,” a crackle filled speaker system announced. “Put your hands together for the Magnificent Master Mesmoro!”

Nicole sighed, giving the barest show of pretending to clap before sinking back into her seat. She was already trying to work out how to get out of here without a fuss. She could already tell that this wasn’t for her, and she needed to work out where Lana had gone. The rest of the audience seemed more on board though, with applause thundering through the room as a moustachioed man in a black waistcoat and a dark top hat strolled out on stage.

“Thank you, thank you!” He bowed theatrically for the crowd, and Nicole couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. This was exactly the kind of act she hated – someone clearly just mugging for the audience, not doing anything impressive or entertaining to deserve the applause. It was so pointless. “How delightful to be back in one of my favourite towns, performing in front of one of my favourite crowds once again. So lovely to see you all after my last tour through was such a success. Ah… But you know, the stage feels a little empty tonight, doesn’t it?”

Nicole frowned, looking around. That anticipatory buzz was back in the air. It seemed that the audience was looking forward to this part.

‘Mesmoro’ laughed at the reaction. “You know who I’m talking about! Please, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for my lovely assistant this evening – I know her as Miss Freddie Funbags, but I suspect most of you know her by a different name. Come on out here my most magical assistant: Lana!”

The bank manager’s eyes widened. Lana? Here? There was no way that- Oh.

Oh my.

Nicole’s eyes grew even bigger as a new figure walked out on stage. This one was unmistakably Lana, her old friend and fellow mother. Same long blonde hair. Same smug (if kind of vapid) smile. Same fit figure. No, there was no way that anyone could miss that this was Lana.

Nor could anyone miss that she was naked. That fit body was on full display.

“What the hell?!” Nicole couldn’t help it. She was on her feet in an instant, hands slamming down on her table as she glared up at the stage. “Lana, what the hell are you doing? This is what you’ve been skipping out on me for?!?”

‘Mesmoro’ blinked, looking down at her with surprise. Lana, on the other hand, didn’t seem to hear her, still staring forward and smiling blankly at the back wall. It was eerie.

“My my,” the ‘mesmerist’ chuckled. “Could this perhaps be a friend of yours, Lana?”

“Yes, Master,” the blonde answered him, still not looking around. “That’s Nicole. We went to prenatal classes together, and we’ve been friends ever since. We usually go out drinking on Friday nights, but I haven’t had time lately for some reason.”

“For some- Lana, what the hell is wrong with you?” Nicole fumed, still glaring at her friend. “You’re acting insane, like you’ve actually been hypnotised or- huh?”

Her tirade stumbled to a sudden halt as a pendant on the end of a metal chain dropped down in front of her eyes. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt you,” Mesmoro said at the other end of said chain, starting to swing the gem in front of her. “I can tell you’ve got an exhausting list of things on your mind.”

“Hmph.” The dark haired woman snorted as her eyes followed the pendant back and forth. “Are you seriously trying to hypnotise me? Don’t waste your time, I don’t believe in this nonsense.”

He nodded sympathetically, though she could only just see him out of the corner of her eyes, her gaze still fixed on the pendant. “Yes, such tiresome nonsense, isn’t it Nicole? So tired. So sleepy.”

“So… Mm…” Nicole’s eyes slowly slid down to half-lidded, still swaying left to right to left. “That’s, uh… That’s not…” Phew, her long day was really starting to catch up with her all of a sudden.

“That’s not anything you have to worry about, Nicole. You can just relax. Take a load off. Sink.”

“Mmn…” She felt so strange. Her arms limp at her side. Her mouth not moving right, her jaw just going slack… “’M not… Slee… Sleep…”

“Sleep in three two one…”

Snap!

His fingers snapped by her ear, and her head dropped forward onto her chest, her mind going completely blank as her eyes slid closed.

“Wonderful.” Mesmoro slid his pendant away with a grin and a bow, the audience applauding as they ate it all up. “Why don’t you join us up on stage, Nicole?”

Obediently, she rose to her feet, and then – without opening her eyes – climbed up onto the stage and stumbled over to stand next to a still oblivious Lana.

“Perfect.” The hypnotist made a show of studying her, comparing her to the blonde beside her. “Why, I think I may have found myself a second assistant! But you know, I think she may be a little overdressed for the job.” He winked to the audience. “Lana, why don’t you help her strip down.”

“Yes Master.” Lana nodded, her blank smile as wide as ever. Stiffly, she turned to the side and began to relieve Nicole of her clothing – firmly pulling off the woman’s jacket, then her shirt, and then her bra, tossing each garment off to the side, getting a round of applause every time, especially that last one. Then, direct as ever, for a finale the blonde grabbed her friend by the hips, and pulled her pants down to the ground, taking her panties and boots with them, to the crowd’s delight. Thus, job done, she returned to her spot, staring vapidly into nothingness at Nicole’s side.

“Good girl, very good.” Mesmoro nodded sagely, before giving the pair a conspiratorial look. “Hmmm. You know, two old friends like you two should be close! Why not show that to our lovely audience – give each other a nice passionate kiss, if you would!”

The audience certainly seemed to approve of the idea, hooting and hollering. The mesmerised minds on stage didn’t think much of it though – or much of anything, to be fair. The two simply turned to one another, and kissed. Nicole had to lean down slightly, the taller of the two, but everyone could see the way their lips met, their tongues twirling together. It was a very friendly kiss, indeed.

The clapping was still rolling as the two finally parted and returned to their spots – both now smiling bright and vapid.

“Excellent.” At their side, the great mesmerist was grinning at the winning show. With a flourish, he turned to the stands, raising a hand to his ear. “Well, you’ve all been such a lovely audience – how about a few suggestions for what we should have these two do, hm?”

The shouts were quick and many.

“Make them do the wheelbarrow!”

“Oho~ Very well – Nicole, why don’t you be Lana’s wheelbarrow for a trip around the stage?”

“Yes Master~” Both women purred. Then, the dark haired mother crouched down, placing her hands on the stage, and allowing the blond to lift her up by the legs. The two naked ladies then circled around from wing to wing, Nicole walking on her hands as Lana guided her around.

“Which one makes the better plank!?”

“Aha!” Mesmoro nodded, clapping his hands as he turned to the two women. “Let’s see. Go mindless, both of you – I know neither of you is going to struggle with that.”

“Yes Ma-*!” Both ladies froze, blank smiles still on their faces as their bodies stiffened, arms locked at their sides.

The hypnotist nodded, and then produced a long white feather from his pocket. Winking at the audience, he theatrically raised it, and tapped its fluffy tip against Lana’s forehead. The blonde gently toppled backwards, crashing back onto the ground behind her, her body rocking like a dropped stick.

“Not bad. Now…”

He stepped to the side, and then repeated the trick with Nicole. The dark haired woman toppled just as easily, though her landing was a little softer, due to her slightly thicker frame. She didn’t bounce quite so much, though the jiggle in her curves made up the difference nicely.

“I’d say that’s pretty even, wouldn’t you?” Mesmoro looked to the audience with a shrug.

“Make them act like the bitches they are!”

“Ahh, what a fine finale.” The hypnotist nodded, raising his hand. “Alright, my lovely assistants – when I click my fingers, you will fully believe you are a pair of dogs. Understand?”

Both women continued smiling blankly, their minds still on pause.

“… Good enough.”

Snap!

Instantly, the pair sprang up, rising from their backs to all fours, their demeanour changing completely. Lana barked – though the noise sounded rather more like a yip than anything – and then spun in place, clearly trying to chase her tail. Nicole’s tongue hung from her mouth, her chest heaving as she panted, before scampering over to Mesmoro, pawing at his legs until he reached down to scratch her head, her foot thumping against the stage happily.

Snap!

And then, just as quickly, the two stopped, dropping the act and returning to their feet, staring into nothingness once again.

“Alas, my friends, I’m afraid that’s all we have time for tonight,” Mesmoro sighed, to a chorus of disappointment. “But have no fear – I shall be back tomorrow night. And I’ll make sure to bring both of my new assistants with me for my next show, and every one after it for the rest of my tour!”

He bowed as the crowd cheered, applause still ringing out even as the curtain dropped, and the lights rose on the theatre once again. Another smash hit performance, just as they loved to see.

Only then did Mesmoro turn to the two entranced woman he’d kept at his side, smirking as he saw their smiles were still just as vapid and brainless as ever. “As for you two,” he said, walking over and wrapping his arms around their waists. “We’ll be heading back to my dressing room. I think it’s time that Lana here shows her new co-assistant how to best serve their new Master, don’t you?”

The pair nodded together. “Yes Master.”

He snapped his fingers and beckoned them to follow after him. Nicole turned to do just that, walking just behind Lana, her movements stiff and robotic. She would be embracing her new role as a hypnotised slave with every bit of serious professionalism that she showed in her regular life. She was just a serious person like that. She hadn’t gotten as far as she had in life by being willing to put up with fakes or charlatans, after all…

And there was certainly nothing fake about hypnosis, she learned a little too late~

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Request: Neo tries to use her illusions to brainwash Yang, only for her to use a mirror and turn things around on her, turning Neo into her personal bimbo servant!

Yang was in trouble, and she knew it. The fight had gone poorly, she’d been separated from the rest of her team, and as much as she was worried about her friends, she had to admit that right now, she was pretty sure she was the one who needed to be worried about.

Neo had always been a tough opponent. The blonde Huntress had only ever underestimated her once, that first time on the train. In return for her error, the diminutive enforcer had kicked her ass up and down the cart, utterly humiliating her and damn near actually killing her before being stopped at the last minute. After that, Yang had always treated the other woman with wary respect.

You know, like a venomous snake looking to bite you.

They’d fought a few times since Neo had shown her face in Atlas, and it had always come kind of close. Yang had felt that her new training and equipment upgrades from General Ironwood were helping her gain an edge, but this time was different.

This time Neo had picked up a new technique. One that complimented her already lethally dangerous skills. The criminal had always been at her most deadly in close quarters, but now she had more than just a ruinously sharp umbrella to back her up. A use for her illusionary abilities that no one would see coming until it was too late.

It almost caught Yang outright on the first charge. She’d dashed in, fist raised for a shotgun punch that’d hopefully strike through the shorter woman’s defences, only to find herself suddenly frozen as she met Neo’s eyes, her arm locked in mid-swing. There was just something strange about the other woman’s gaze. A weird, glowing, spiralling light shining from her pupils.

A wave of dizziness unlike anything the blonde had ever known rolled through her. For a moment, her head felt foggy, her thoughts slow and disconnected. An uncomfortable heat began to pulse in her chest, sweat already beading on her skin, as that swirling light began to pull her in…

Luck was all that saved her. Her foot had come down on uneven ground, and as her momentum collided with her sudden lack of movement, the inevitable happened. She’d tripped, stumbling, breaking eye contact, and crashing into a heap on the floor.

She’d rolled back quickly, of course, just barely avoiding her opponent’s follow-up strike, but now she was on the back food. ‘What the hell was that?!?’ was all she could think, covering her eyes with her arm just in case. ‘It was like she was trying to hypnotise-!’

And that was all she had time for before Neo kicked her in the stomach and smashed her through the roof-access door. Fortunately she still had enough aura to take the tumble down stairs that followed, but it was still a rough and unpleasant flight.

This was bad, Yang knew. Neo’s entire fighting style revolved around quick moves and parries – she was strong, but her sadism meant she enjoyed having her opponent defeat themselves even more than just dealing with them outright. Any attack you launched at her was just as likely to be thrown back at you as it was to outright miss. She was tricky like that. You had to keep a close eye on her.

And now the blonde had a sinking suspicion that looking at her at all was too dangerous to risk. Great.

Yang got back to her feet, grimacing as she heard the telltale sound of Neo’s light steps skipping down the stairs after her. She had to get out of here and come up with a counter, warn her friends – but that meant she had to find her way out of an unfamiliar building blind – she knew her opponent would seize the opportunity immediately if she opened her eyes for even a second.

Leaving it to chance, she grabbed for the closest door, and threw herself through it.

She had to curse when she ran into something on the wall that immediately started roaring and spitting out hot air. A hand dryer. She managed to run straight into the bathroom. A dead end. Embarrassingly, she wasn’t even sure if she was in the Ladies or the Gents. Whoops.

There was definitely no time to worry about it, though. Neo was right behind her, which meant she’d just cut off her only escape route. There wasn’t much chance that she could blast a hole through the walls – they made them durable up in Atlas, and the distraction might prove fatal. No, now she was going to have to fight.

Grunting, she spun on her heel and slid into the middle of the room. She knew Neo wasn’t going to rush this – the little sadist loved playing with her food. So, maybe she had a chance here, if she could just provoke the woman into making a mistake.

She heard the door swing open. Her opponent was here.

Then everything went quiet.

Yang held her eyes tightly closed for about thirty seconds, fists held at the ready, before curiosity got the better of her. Surely she should have heard something by now? If Neo was here and truly so silent, she would have attacked already, right? What was taking so long?

Slowly, and certain the entire time that this was a terrible idea, she cracked one eye open. Just slightly, to peek.

To her surprise, she saw Neo in front of her, looking off to the side. She could still see a gleam of light, shifting from gold to pink and back again, from the vicinity of the criminal’s eyes, but they weren’t focused on her, and the dizzy sensation didn’t return. Whatever new technique the other woman had discovered, it looked like it needed to be seen full on to have its desired effect.

Which was interesting, because, as noted, Neo wasn’t looking at her. She was looking at her own reflection. Staring at it, in fact.

A quick glance confirmed Yang’s growing suspicions. Just looking at the illusionist’s reflection made her feel dizzy, and she quickly tore her gaze away from the swirling light, leaning against the wall to recover herself. And even as she did so, her opponent didn’t move.

Licking her lips nervously, the Huntress edged closer. Still no reaction. Closer still. Still nothing. Gently, she reached out, prodding the woman in the shoulder. Nada. “Huh.”

Neo had hypnotised herself.

Huuuuh.

Yang slid back a step, putting her hand on her chin. This unexpected situation required some… consideration. There were a lot of things she could do here, and she had to be careful to pick the right option.

Now Yang was a good girl. A reasonable mediator, a responsible older sister, and a smoking hot stunner, she liked to think. She was not the cruel, malicious sort, nope, no siree.

… Neo was, though, wasn’t she? Neo was actually kind of a monster. So what were the limits here? Hm.

“Hey, Shortstuff,” the blonde looked up, an idea occurring. “Can you hear me? Nod for yes, shake for no, and keep watching your reflection while you do it.”

Neo nodded once blankly. Success.

“Okay. So, answer me honestly.” Yang eyed the woman with a suspicious glare. “If I release you from this little trance of yours, are you going to start trying to kill me and Ruby again?”

Another nod. Bitch!

Yeah, no, just capturing her didn’t seem like enough. But what else could she do? She couldn’t just- Wait.

Wait a sec. Something strange was happening. Something about Neo was… changing, right in front of her eyes. It was subtle at first, a small thing she’d missed while she was busy wondering what to do – but now that Yang had noticed, it was the most obvious thing in the world. Namely…

Neo had never been that stacked, had she?

Look, Yang appreciated the ladies, everyone knew that by now. And yes, while this little bitch had been trying to kill her for years, that didn’t mean she was blind. Shortstuff was hotstuff, there was no denying it. If she wasn’t a psychopathic evil assassin woman, hey, maybe the blonde would have hit on her once or twice. Y- Y’know, if Blake didn’t mind.

Ah, right, but that was all besides the point. The point was that Yang knew what Neo looked like – what she actually looked like – and she knew that her chest was flattering, but not out of this world big, you know?

Except right now, it looked like the criminal’s boobs were about to start popping buttons off her shirt. And, in fact, as Yang watched, one finally snapped, bouncing across the room with a sharp Ping. And then the sound of strained fabric starting to tear drew her eyes downwards, and she was that Neo’s pants were also starting to suffer – her slender behind undergoing a mysterious thickening.

Was this the hypnosis? Was it actually having a physical effect? Was Neo’s body being transformed by the power of- Hey, hold on. Was it supposed to have that physical effect on her body? Yang felt herself up. Her top did feel a little tight after those quick glances…

“Wait.” Yang’s brow furrowed as the clues started to come together. The curves. The dizziness. “Were you trying to turn me into a bimbo?!?”

Another nod. Well hot damn.

“You little-!” The blonde’s eyes flashed red. She’d always been a bit of a hothead, even if she’d tried to control herself better lately. “Okay, you know what? Are you listening to me, nice and clear?” Nod. “You’re the bimbo here, Neo. Understand?” Nod. “In fact, you’re my dumb little bimbo maid!” Nod. “Yeah, you’re my big boobed little dunce! My obedient, elegant, loyal little airhead – you’re gunna put even Weiss’s servants to shame!”

… Ah. She’d lost her temper a bit there. Where had all of that come from? There was a quiet moment as all of Yang’s hasty, ill-thought through commands rattled through both women’s heads. Then Neo’s chin dropped once more.

Nod.

There was a burst of light and a shattering of glass as her outfit broke apart, replaced in an instant with a skimpy black and white maid uniform, complete with lace tiara on her head, and a lace lined cleavage window over her chest. A window that was quickly filled to the point of bursting by the woman’s swelling tits, that suddenly surged up to be larger than her head. Her short, short skirt barely covered her ass as it grew much the same, leaving her behind only the lightest breeze away from complete exposure.

Yang’s jaw dropped. Cautiously, she once again reached forward, prodding at the side of Neo’s chest. They were warm to the touch, and the quiet, slightly lusty giggle from the smaller woman’s throat said she appreciated the gesture.

Were those curves real? They certainly felt it, as impossible as it seemed, and they didn’t break like Neo’s illusions usually did. But even if they were fake, if Neo herself thought they were real, and they felt real to everyone else, then what was the difference, really?

If Yang had any doubts left, one look at Neo’s face dispelled them. It was clear in an instant that there were no maniac schemes hiding behind those vapid eyes. No sinister intent lurking behind that dopey, smitten smile.

Neo was a bimbo maid, through and through.

“O-okay,” the blonde squeaked, swallowing as she realised what she’d just done – and then blushing as she realised how hot Neo looked now. “That’s, uh, that’s enough hypnosis. You can turn it off now – and no turning it back on without my permission, got it?”

With one last, final nod, the light in Neo’s eyes vanished.

In the next instant, the bouncy little shortstack was wrapped around Yang’s waist, her huge chest pressing into the blonde’s middle, even as her face shoved itself between the blonde’s own, much smaller, tits.

“Woah, hey-!” For a second, the Huntress thought she’d made a mistake – but then Neo looked up at her with an adoring smile, and she realised that her new maid was just saying hello. Oh boy, she was going to be a handful, wasn’t she?

“Uh. H-hi.” Another swallow, and then a shake of her head. “Okay, lemme go, though, we’ve gotta go find the rest of my team.” The idea occurred to her that maybe Cinder needed to see Neo’s new technique too – but that could come later.

For the moment, the small maid nodded and released her, giving her a quick, very indecent curtsy, and then hurried to open the door. And as the Huntress hurried through, she soon followed after her, skipping all the way – this time with much less sinister intent.

Hoo boy. Well, the blonde may have gone a little overboard, but no one was going to argue that Neo didn’t deserve it. That said…

Yang was in trouble, and she knew it. How was she going to explain this to Blake?!

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Request: Hypnotised futa Servant shenanigans! Deep in the jungle, Raikou and Molay argue over which of them has really been hypnotised into cumming their brains out, but the truth is going to blow their minds…

Singularities. Areas of space and time where the impossible, the never-should-have-beens, were not only common place, but dominant. Places where the rules of the modern era no longer applied, and where common sense could get you killed. Places where the age of the gods had never ended, or where the evils of humanity could only be fought with cups of tea. They were strange, they were unpredictable, and they were dangerous.

They seemed like old hat to the Chaldea of modern times, of course. The Security Organization had handled dozens, possibly hundreds of the things by now. Not just the original collection made during the attempt by Goeta to erase human history, but all of the little ones that had also been encountered along the way, made by any old person who found a holy grail lying around.

There had to be a production line making those damn things somewhere at this point.

It had almost gotten cliché. Send a strike force consisting of Chaldea’s lone Master, accompanied by various suitable Servants, into any Singularity that popped up, have her make friends with any hospitable presences (usually rogue Servants), duke it out with any non-hospitable presences (also usually rogue Servants), grab the holy grail responsible for it all, promise to summon any new Servants she met along the way, and be home in time for tea.

So, maaaaybe they’d gotten a little complacent about this one. Just a little. Perhaps they hadn’t done quite all of the diligence they were due, and a few details about this jungle Singularity had escaped them until their arrival.

Look, Da Vinci had other projects to work on, okay? She was a very busy woman! Sometimes things were gunna slip the net.

Thus, when Chaldea’s forces had arrived in the jungle, and all of the female Servants had suddenly found themselves in possession of a new sexual organ usually only found on the male half of the species, complete with a massive dose of hormones that made indulging in their new appendages very, very tempting…

Well, they’d shrugged, decided it could have been worse, and got on with their normal investigation. They were Servants, after all – they’d seen weirder things. Most of them didn’t even notice anything unusual – though that might have been the Singularity at work as well.

(This property of the Singularity had also affected Chaldea’s Master, who had spent most of her time since consulting with Mash over the issue in her personal room. Privately. With a lot of soundproofing spells cast over the door.)

Thus, with the Servants left to look after themselves and handle the matter, it was only natural that some among their number took the chance to step into authority themselves… While others too the opportunity to goof off. And just as naturally, some in the first group saw fit to bring those in the second group back in line personally…

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“Honestly.” Raikou had the most stern glare she possessed in her motherly collection on her face as she looked down on the degenerate she’d found hiding out in a clearing in the woods. “What would our poor impressionable Master think if she could see you now?”

“H-Hey,” Jaques de Molay, Foreigner, twisted head of the Knights Templer, and well known (incompetent) schemer whined, even as she continued stroking her new – or possibly ‘regained’ – member. She had been found leaning against a tree, her cloak in a heap on the ground, pounding her meat with abandon. “This is – Nhn – This is not my fault, mademoiselle Raikou! Would – aahh… W-would it surprise you to learn that I have once again been fffframed?”

The pale skinned demon summoner grit her teeth, her legs bucking. She did not make a convincing case.

“I can see what you’re doing perfectly well,” the hero of the Genji snorted, looking disgusted. “If you are trying to tell me that that is someone else’s hand, and that they are taking advantage of you, then you are even more pathetic than I thought. Perhaps I ought to swat you now, and put you out of your misery.”

The purple haired maiden was in her Summer form, after all. Unfortunately for Molay, that meant that she took breeches of decorum far more seriously than normal. Something that she demonstrated quite often, given how skimpy her purple swimsuit actually was.

Molay shook her head desperately. “Non, non, I mmmean it…” The Foreginer panted, squinting her eyes shut for a moment. “It was not my idea! Surely you know I am more controlled than tHIS!” Her voice hitched, a shudder running through her full body as she continued to work her hand up and down.

Raikou didn’t answer, but her look said what she was thinking very clearly.

“Well I am!” The silver haired Servant protested. “It is the snake’s fault! He hypnotised me! N-now I cannot stop – aaahnd when I finish, he has said that I will c-cuh-cum my brains out completely!”

“A snake? You expect me to believe that?” The Summer Servant rolled her eyes. “Not even an Orochi, just a snake? I suppose I will never understand you delinquents and your jokes.”

“Nuuuuhhh…” Molay groaned, her back sliding further down the tree as her legs wobbled. “Nuuut joking…”

“Why I myself saw a snake or two on my way through the jungle,” Raikou continued, ignoring the other woman’s protests. “I admit, it looked like it was considering attacking me for a moment, but I was soon able to dissuade it with my stare. All you need is the proper aura. Certainly, the idea that such creatures could ever ‘hypnotise’ anyone is ludicrous!”

“Nnnnn…” The Foreigner gasped, her desperate pumping starting to speed up. “You have to help me! For realsies! D-don’t let me cuh-cuh-!”

Her voice ended in a shocked squeak as Raikou suddenly stepped forward, grabbing the offending hand in her own steel grip. “Enough mewling,” she said, her frown more severe than ever. “I can see there’s only one way that a delinquent like you will ever learn your lesson.”

Molay blinked. “What do you-AH!” Her voice broke again as the Summer Servant began to pump her hand back and forth, forcing the Foreigner to continue jacking herself off, faster and harder than before. Immediately, her grey-tinged skin turned a rosy pink. “Non! Non! Wait, I- I- I’M-!!!!”

That was all she managed before her cock erupted, a sheer blast of white firing out of her, all of her pent up pressures squirting like never before. Her essence spattered over Raikou’s belly and dripped to the floor, carrying with it far more than just her throttled lust. You could practically hear the PING between her ears as her brain switched off.

The Foreigner slumped against the tree, mouth open, tongue lolling out, drool pouring from her lips as her eyes flooded with a hypnotic cascade of colours. Mindlessly, she reached down and took ahold of her cock again, shaft still hard as ever, and began to stroke once more. An endless cycle had begun.

Raikou was far from impressed. “Delinquents like you never have any stamina either,” she muttered, shaking off her hand. “A pity, really…”

Hm. What now…

The purple haired Servant glanced around, biting her lip. That little show had left some… heat in her nethers, a little spice that would best be tended to early, before it became a fire raging out of control. Perhaps it would be best if she made use of this foolish strumpet

Raikour grinned, unsheathing her own new ‘blade’, and stepped forwards towards the drooling Molay…

-

“Bwahahahaha!” Jacques de Molay nearly choked on her laughter as she stared at the ever so prim and proper Raikou stood in the middle of the clearing, eyes crossed and swirling with colours, firmly pumping her cock with both hands. “Magnifique~ She actually believes what she is saying, you think?”

She looked to her companion, her partner in crime, who had brought this most amusing spectacle to her – a talking snake. Perhaps it was a python of some sort, if she were to judge? She’d been surprised when the creature had begun speaking to her, but soon it had seemed perfectly natural.

“I’ve no idea,” he admitted with a bob of his head that might have been a shrug, watching as Raikou babbled some nonsense about ‘teaching this delinquent a proper lesson’. “It wouldn’t be surprising if her sleeping mind was dreaming to some degree.”

The Foreigner shook her head. “To think that the great leader of the Genji would be so easily entranced. Oooh, seeing her so vulnerable is enough to make my thighs twitch in anticipation~ Ah, however shall we take advantage of her…?”

“However you like,” the oh-so-helpful snake answered, chuckling. “Why not fulfil your dreams while she’s enjoying hers?”

She eyed the stupid smile on the purple haired Servant’s face. “Oh, mon ami, I think I know just how to use this delightful set of holes…” Molay let out a manic giggle as she discarded her cloak, throwing it aside to reveal the shaft she’d gained in this Singularity. “How fortunate that I’ve been provided the right tools for the job~”

Smirking, she moved forward and lowered Raikou to her knees, and then ripped the other Servant’s string bikini top clean off, exposing those incredible breasts to the air for all to see. How terrible it was, after all, that she usually kept these melons so tightly concealed. Much better to put them to use!

Sliding her shaft between those magnificent knockers, Molay smiled. “I think it is time that you learned a lesson of your own, my dear~”

Raikou just smiled, her eyes crossed and staring at one another. When the Foreigner’s cock plunged up between her tits and into her mouth, she certainly didn’t seem to mind!

“Magnifique~”

-

“Haaaaaaaah…”

“Ehehehehehe…”

In the middle of a nameless jungle clearing, two Servants stood, leaning up against one another so that their foreheads touched. Both women were devoid of clothing, their outfits lying in shorn scraps on the floor around them. Both of them had swirling, twisting spirals of colour – mainly green, but other shades too – in the place of their eyes, their visions utterly dominated by the endless hypnotic patterns. And both of them had truly massive members between their legs, upon which each other’s hands had come to lay, slowly and steadily pumping each other’s brains out without cease.

“So naughty…” Raikou giggled, her mind full of Molay’s fat thighs, dreaming that her plump behind was bouncing in her lap. “Unacceptable behaviour… ZzzzZZzzz…”

“By Baphomet,” Molay groaned, her hips twitching as she imagined thrusting up through Raikou’s incredible milkers, the dopey smile on her face growing wider by the second. “These udders are wasted on you… ZzzZzzz…”

Another pair of spurts left yet more dripping stains down the pair’s legs, what was left of their minds being taken as nothing but fuel for their cocks. And all the while, more and more coils wrapped around them both, squeezing their bodies in most pleasing ways. The jungle snake – one possessed of quite incredible hypnotic power, as he had shown both Servants – couldn’t believe his luck.

“So many weak willed sluts wandering into my neck of the woods,” he chuckled to himself as he squeezed around the pair’s throats, drawing a delightful “Ulp!” from both gooners as he lifted them by their necks. The pressure sent another thrill through their bodies, their shafts stiffening, legs going straight and arms snapping to their sides, both of the mesmerised morons firing another load on to the floor as pleasure slammed through their brains. In one motion, the pair were reduced to nothing more than firm futa planks, brainless, stiff, and stupidly grinning all the way. “I really must be dreaming~”

And with that, he carried the two off into the treetops, never to be seen again by human eyes. But sharp eared Servants did, on occasion, report hearing particularly impressive cries of pleasure echoing from deep withing the jungle. And some of them even began making plans to find the source of those sounds – to see if whatever was causing them was really all it was cracked up to be.

Would they succeed?

In their dreams~