Pampering Tamamo (Fate Extra fic)

Hi folks!

Okay, I'm just going to not speculate on my health, I can't predict it anymore. If I manage to get it under control by the end of the month I'll be happy, if not I'll consider putting May on pause as well, but only as a last resort. This is ridiculous.

So, hopefully, I'll be back to full operation soon! In the meantime, a rather unusual requested short for the week!

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Another day, another series of battles and challenges overcome. They had to be – otherwise, my Servant and I would be no more. The Holy Grail system is merciless, and the losers of each day stand nothing to gain but oblivion, while the winners get rewarded with another chance to lose in the next round.

It’s stifling, and the pressure it puts us all under is incredible, but I’ve made my peace with it – or as much as I reasonably can, anyway. Complaining won’t get me anywhere.

Aside from all that, there’s really no reason to be negative. Today has gone well, by all accounts. Caster, my servant, known to history as Tamamo-no-Mae, the infamous fox spirit of Emperor Toba’s court, has performed wonderfully, above and beyond the call of duty, defeating all challengers and protecting me with skill and grace. So much so that I, Hakuno Kishinami, have decided that she really deserves a reward. It’s only fair, after all – good actions should be acknowledged as such.

With that in mind, I asked her what she would like.

“What I would like, Master?” She tilts her head in confusion, as if she’s trying to puzzle out some deeper meaning to my words.

Yes, as a reward for today. What would you like? I probably can’t get you anything big, given how much we have to reserve for the Grail war, but I have a little money saved-

“Master!” Suddenly she’s up close to me, her face bright and excited. “You’re saying I can ask for anything? Anything at all? And you’ll do it?”

Well, yes – within reason. I’m not a Heroic Spirit after all. If you ask for something ridiculous, like the tail of a phoenix or a cup full of sun, I’ll probably have to ask you to think of something else.

“Not necessary!” She shakes her head so fast that her ears wiggle. “Not needed at all! I know what I want, oh yes! Eee, I’ve been waiting for this!”

Her intensity is a little concerning. What could she be thinking of?

“Master.” She finally speaks, her fingers resting together in front of her face, posed in a small steeple. She’s so excited she’s physically shaking. “Master, I want you to pamper me~!”

Oh. Is that all?

“Is that all?!?” It’s like a complete 180. Suddenly she’s furious, though I’m not sure why. “Master! Master, take this seriously! You are going to give your loving wife the pampering she deserves, don’t try to get out of it now!”

I wasn’t going to, of course (though I think she might have gotten a bit ahead of herself, as usual). It just seemed like a simple wish – but I’ll be happy to grant it.

Her anger vanishes as swiftly as an April shower, and her smile is wide once again. “Wonderful. That’s exactly right~ Okay then Master, don’t keep me waiting! Let’s bathe together, right away!”

That seems easy enough. In fact it’s hardly the first time we’ve shared a bath, though she seems more keen than usual for this one. Oh well – as long as she’s happy, it’s fine. I don’t have a problem with it.

I shrug off my shirt and step out of my skirt smoothly, folding them away to be cleaned later, before I notice what Caster is doing. For some reason, she’s really taking her time getting changed. It’s odd – I thought she was excited for this bath.

“Oh? Are you watching me Master?” She sounds pleased. “Can you not take your eyes off of your glamourous Servant as she strips down to the bare essentials?”

Well there’s not much else to do now that I’m undressed, though I don’t tell her that – I’m well aware that my Servant wouldn’t appreciate being told that she’s taking too long. This is her reward after all. She’s allowed to go as slow as she likes.

She seems to take my silence as confirmation either way, judging by her smirk. She’s really taking her time now. Maybe I’m making her nervous just standing here? Maybe I should go and make sure the bath is running warm… No, no, last time I did that Tamamo didn’t speak to me for a whole day. I’ll just have to stand here and wait.

She’s nearly got her top off now, so it can’t take too much longer. That’s her most complicated garment by far. She’s slowly sliding it down her shoulders, keeping her eyes on me the entire time, that knowing grin never leaving her lips. Ah, and now she’s shimmying her skirt off, dancing around me the entire time. Her tail keeps brushing up against my bare skin. Yes, my Servant is definitely enjoying herself.

“Ta-dah!” Ah, she’s done. Her clothes are in a heap on the floor, and I think she might have broken a plate when she kicked off her shoes. It’d be rude to point that out though. I’ll tidy those all away later. “Did you enjoy that, Master~?”

Of course I did. It’s easy to see how happy it’s made Caster, and that alone would make me enjoy anything.

“Yay~” She looks thrilled at my response. I’m glad. “Then come, come! Let’s not delay! It’s time to bathe!”

Eagerly, she takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom, where the water is thankfully warm despite me not checking it in advance. With a hop and a splash, the two of us are soon properly submerged and relaxing beneath the waves.

“Ahhh… Yes, this is perfect!” Tamamo’s not lost any of her enthusiasm, and she’s not content to just relax in the bath. Soon, she’s handing me the soap. “Now, it’s time to wash! Let’s take care of each other. Make sure to pay special attention to my chest – I’m feeling especially dirty there today…”

That’s odd – I don’t see any dirt, and I have a pretty clear view with how she’s shoving her breasts in my face. Still, Caster is Caster, and it’s her special day! If she wants me to scrub her down thoroughly, I’ve no intention of refusing.

I quickly lather up the soap and start spreading it over her skin, just as she’s doing the same to me. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, considering how strong she is. I try to repay the favour, even though she’s a lot tougher than I am too.

“Oh, Master~” She seems to appreciate the thought, though, so I’m happy with it. Though I’m a little concerned at how she’s starting to shudder as I softly massage her shoulders. Is she ticklish?

“Mmm! Ah, d-don’t stop, Master~” Her voice is practically a purr. Well, as long as she’s fine with it, I’ll continue. I think her shoulders are pretty clean now though, so it’s time to move down to her chest…

“OH! Ahmn…” Well that only made the shuddering worse. Is her chest that sensitive? Maybe I should stop– ah. Her tail has wrapped itself around my wrist.

“Don’t you dare.” Tamamo’s voice is more intense than I’ve ever heard her before. I think this might have been the tone that terrified Toba’s court! “K-keep going, Master, please!”

Oh, so that is what she was worried about. Very well then. Carefully, I resume my sudsy massage, making sure to pay extra attention to my Servant’s chest, just as requested. Her tail releases me quickly, sliding off into the water like all of its bones have turned to jelly, and Caster herself is making some very strange noises indeed, but I remain diligent in my task. By the end, she’s moaning in my arms, her ears wiggling frantically, and she gasps as my hands finally come away.

“So… So wonderful…” She mumbles, her words half hidden in bubbles as she slides deeper under the water, before pulling herself back up. “Okay, Master, now it’s time for my hair!”

Of course. Tamamo’s hair is beautiful, and it requires a lot of care to maintain it. She’s often spent hours in the bathroom getting it just right. Normally, she refuses to let anyone else touch it, since she wants it to be seen as perfect at all times – so, her asking me to wash her hair now is a true expression of trust. One I’ll have to treat with all the seriousness it’s due.

First comes the shampoo, of course. It’s easy to administer, with Tamamo lying relaxed against my chest now, still purring with contentment. I lather the cleaning cream onto her head, stroking it gently down her long pink locks, all of which meets with sounds of approval from her, thankfully. Her ears are where I’m most careful – I don’t want any water going in them, obviously. So, I gently clean them both by hand, making sure my touch is as soft as ever so that I don’t-

“Aaahh~ M-m-master, where did you learn to m-massage ears like that?!”

Um. Massage them? No, I was just cleaning them…

“Oh, I don’t care what you think you’re doing, k-keep doing it~”

Okay. Well, if it’s what she wants, I don’t have a problem with that. I keep stroking her ears, gently lathering them up and then rinsing them clean. It wasn’t until I was done that I heard a sharp whine of disappointment. Sorry, Caster, they’re pretty clean now! Shampoo, conditioner, the whole shebang!

“It’s alright, I suppose,” she sighs. Then the water ripples, and her tail rises, waving in front of my face. “Now for the rest, right?”

Right. I’d certainly never forget Tamamo’s tail. If anything, this is the most sensitive part of her – trust me, you never want to see her face after someone steps on it, least of all if that person was you. I’ll have to be extra careful with this responsibility.

I take the fluffy tail in my hands, stroking it to make sure it’s ready, and-

“Oh! Ooohhhh!!!”

Um. Are you- Are you sure you’re okay?

“I’m fiiiiiiinnnneeeeee~!!!”

I’ve barely touched her tail, and she’s already vibrating so hard water is splashing out of the bath. This might be difficult – but I already know she doesn’t want me to stop or rush. I’ll just have to continue and hope for the best.

“Oh my god! Yes! Ah! Mmn! I’m- I’m cummmiiiiinnnnggg~~~!!!!”

It’s a strange thing to say, honestly, since she’s already here, but Tamamo’s no stranger to saying weird things. I contine to stroke her tail as I reach for the shampoo…

“A-Ah, m-more? Ngh! I-I-Ahhhmn!!”

And slowly start to work it into her fur…

“Master~ Master~! Oh, MASTER!!!”

Stroke from the base to the tip, stoke, stroke…

“Aaahnn… Ss-sooo… guuuuuddd…”

Ah, she’s finally settled down. Good, I was starting to worry. She’s wearing an odd expression, her tongue hanging out with her eyes rolled up in her head, but she looks happy so I won’t let it bother me. She only twitches a few more times as I apply the conditioner and then wash the mix out, getting her a nice and glossy clean.

After that, bath time is pretty much over, though I have to help – well, mostly carry – Caster out of the water.

“Mmm, oh, my wonderful husband…” I hear her mumble as I help her dry off, taking care of my duties as the pamperer, and letting her enjoy being a simple pamperee today. She’s mostly recovered by the time we were ready to dress for bed.

Naturally, I wear my normal pyjamas, a cloth shirt and pants combo. Tamamo, though, has this evening chosen to wear her ‘special’ evening wear, which to me seems to just be her underwear, but she insists has special night-time use. Still, whatever that use is will have to wait for after the final part of tonights pampering package.

Caster actually steps back as I advance on her, my face set. “M-Master? My, have you truly gotten so bol- Oh, is that a hairbrush?”

Of course it is. I can’t just leave her hair unbrushed after I washed it, can I?

“Ah.” Her expression is oddly unreadable. “… Well at the very least, I ask you to pay special attention to my ears as you work.”

That’s classic Tamamo code, by the way. It means she wants her ears scratched, but she doesn’t want to say so out loud. Naturally, I planed on doing just that anyway. We sit together on the floor, and I gently begin to brush – scratching her left ear with my free hand as I do so.

“Mmmh!” She bites her lip, her tail waving behind her as I work. Looks like she’s enjoying herself. I continue to brush, giving her right ear a scratch as well.

“Ahmn!” Her face is starting to turn red. Her tail is really waving in the air now. All is going well. Another brush.

“Ah-hah-haaah-haaaaah~!” She’s breathing hard now, her chest heaving as she pants, eyes rolling up a little in her head as I scritch scritch scratch. I’m glad – this was supposed to be a reward for her, after all, so it’s great she’s enjoying herself.

But there’s a problem. Her hair’s all brushed. And I certainly don’t want to leave her hanging.

Ah, of course. I haven’t brushed her tail yet. Gently, I take hold of it, bring up the brush, and…

It’s hard to describe the sound Tamamo makes as I sweep the brush down through her fur. It would definitely take quite a lot of characters that as hard to use on a base keyboard. Her expression is easier to describe, her smile wide with delight even as her eyes roll completely up in her head, while her fingers are clutching the floor so tightly they’re burrowing into the woodwork.

“Ah! So good! Master! Master!!!”

I smile, happy to see she’s enjoying herself, and brush down again.

“Master! Hakuno! Ah! L-Love! Love you! So Much! Ngah!”

Her special pyjamas are looking awfully soaked now. I brush down again.

“NgyaaAAAHHHH!”

Tamamo-no-Mae, the terror of the Toba court, collapses in a heap on the floor, absolutely exhausted, the widest smile I’ve ever seen still plastered over her face. Quietly, I set the brush down, and step away. Already, she’s mumbling in her sleep, and I’ve no desire to disturb her. Tomorrow will be another day of hard work and great challenges – she should enjoy herself now, while there’s still time.

Instead, I just tiptoe over to my own bed, and lay down, still smiling as I listen to her mutter in her dreams. I think she’s saying my name a lot over there. Hopefully, for good reasons.

Sweet dreams, Tamamo. I'll see you in the morning.