Brass, Gold, and Silver (Robotification/Elegance TF)

Matsushita City is under attack once again, this time by another metallic menace. Hikari and her friend-from-another-dimension Mikai arrive on the scene, to find a foe familiar to Izanami...

Patron commission featuring Hato/ForbiddenArchive's OC Mikai Fushimi from their Jotaider series (https://www.deviantart.com/forbiddenarchive/gallery/71088158/jotaider, MASSIVE NSFW warning on their general content) who has shown up a few times. Also a sequel to Dreaming of Brass (https://www.patreon.com/posts/48445957). 

Hato did a trade to get art for this: https://www.patreon.com/posts/50021714

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It was a scene of mayhem in Matsushita City. More than the usual that is. The city was no stranger to sudden, unexpected villain attacks, but usually there was a bit of build up in between the beginning and the part where they’re indiscriminately attacking everyone within a few city blocks. Really, it was poor etiquette, if anything.

Hikari, a rather powerful solo magical girl, and her recently-befriended ally from another world Mikai, had happened to be nearby. While neither was the sharpest of ladies, this particular villain attack had dropped all pretenses of subtlety. They didn’t need to have that much common sense or to be geniuses to see something was wrong. So once they heard the shouting, they’d bolted onto the scene.

“What is it this time?” Hikari asked as she ran towards the commotion, quickly transforming and bringing out her magical staff.

“Dunno! Can’t tell from here!” Mikai said, armor forming on her body until she was fully encased in a bright orange suit of armor. She wasn’t really a magical girl in the way Hikari was, not being from the same world. She was something called a Jotaider - a heroine with the powers of monsters from her home universe.

“I was enjoying that break.” Izanami grumbled. “Can’t you leave this to Akemi or someone?”

As they turned a corner, they found the villains in question. There were a dozen, more maybe, of them. Gleaming metal maidens, seemingly made completely of a yellow-brown metal - Brass? They all had the look of maids built into them, their uniforms sculpted right onto their bodies, and lacked faces to tell one apart from another. As far as minions went, it wasn’t exactly hard to tell what their deal was.

As the girls arrived, they watched a pair of the maids take down a running man and seem to melt into him. The brass covered him completely in seconds, and it wasn’t minutes before he was completely covered. They split apart, and now there was another maid amongst the minions. The attack had been on a heavily populated shopping center, and there were dozens of people still in the process of running.

Izanami felt strange all of a sudden, seeing all of those minions. They were somehow familiar. “Wait… couldn’t be…” she muttered. She couldn’t quite remember where she’d seen them before… but it felt like she might have seen them in a dream. She felt like if she’d been the one in control of the body at the moment she might have been a bit aroused?

“What, do you recognize these, Izanami?” Hikari asked. “Maybe a villain from your world?”

“Oh, was Izanami talking? Hi!” Mikai said.

“N-No, I must be mistaken.” she said. “Try not to turn into a robot this time.”

“If you say so!” Hikari said, whirling her staff around. Another civilian was under attack, but before the robot maid could start changing her, she was blasted away by a beam of white light. “These don’t seem too tough!”

With that, Hikari and Mikai waded into the fray. As it turned out, they made a decent team - between the Magical Girl’s long ranged and frankly excessively powerful blasts and Mikai’s close quarters combat keeping the minions off of her, the brass robots found it difficult to approach, let alone attack. But there always seemed to be more, as they pushed into the wide open shopping center main floor.

If it could even be called that anymore, really. The terrain had warped, concrete replaced by more and more metal; the deeper they went the less it looked like a shopping center and more like a brass palace. Shops were replaced with servants quarters or dining rooms, one corridor was an art gallery full of paintings of what seemed to be noble-type women (made of brass, of course), and a variety of further dramatic changes. They still found a few civilians to save as they went, taking down more and more maids.

What had once been the central plaza of the shopping center was now an elaborate throne room, with a fountain spewing molten brass in the center and halls going every which way off into the maze.

They were just approaching the center fountain, when Hikari noticed something behind them. “H-Hey, people, you should get out of here while you can! It’s hard to fight and protect you at the same time!” she called. The civilians they’d saved thus far had followed the pair, apparently thinking it safer to stick with their rescuers than run off. In fairness, they weren’t necessarily wrong - at each other entrance was a team of brass maids. They seemed endless… there surely hadn’t been that many people there, had there? Perhaps the villain had brought some minions with her to start...

“Ohohoho~!” A haughty laugh echoed through the hall. Hikari and Mikai looked to the source, to see a figure on top of the fountain. She snapped her fingers, and some of the brass maids stopped fighting and went in front of her on hands and knees to form a staircase down. “You’ve fallen into my trap, haven’t you, heroes~?”

It was a young woman made of brass, dressed in red to match her glowing red eyes. She looked much like the portraits they’d seen earlier; an elegant robotic noblewoman, with her “hair”, which seemed to be just as metallic as the rest of her but in fine strands, in a pair of twirling drills falling to her shoulders. Her dress hugged her figure but kept it concealed, flaring out around the waist, and she had golden heels and gloves.

She also looked really familiar. “Hey, Mikai?”

“Yeah?”

“Why does she look just like you?”

“I’ll ask her!”

Izanami of course recognized the elegant machine maiden before them. It hit her all at once, the memory of that dream this brass princess had invaded, how she’d turned her into a blushing gold bride… the numerous, passionate things they did in the bed afterwards after she was remade. She wasn’t sure the specifics, but this alternate universe variant of Mikai had only won because it was a dream. In reality, she could be hurt. “Blast her right now Hikari, don’t let her monologue, blast her to bits!” Izanami snapped.

“Oh, so you do know them!” Hikari said. But Mikai was already stepping forward.

“Hey, why do you look like me?” the rider asked, de-summoning her helmet.

The metallic Mikai smiled brightly. “Oh! How lucky! I’ve already found two of the biggest nuisances in this world, I see. Don’t worry about it dear; soon, I’ll be the only one to look like me. I simply can’t let an organic in the image of the Princess of Brass continue to be.”

“Doesn’t matter, I said take her down!” Izanami said.

Hikari shrugged, and fired off a blast at the brass princess. One of her maids leapt in the way, however, taking the blast for her Mistress. “How rude!” Brass-Mikai tutted, before snapping a finger. “Maids, take them.”

The maids swarmed in all as one. They were no stronger than before, however, easily falling to Hikari and Mikai’s attacks as the girls defended themselves. But while they were busy defending from the front, the civilians they’d rescued rushed them from the back… discarding their human disguises as they went, showing themselves to be yet more drones. They dogpiled the heroines, trapping the two under mounds of metal bodies.

Hikari was strong, but she still wasn’t much of a physical fighter; Mikai most definitely was one, but she couldn’t punch or kick if she couldn’t move her arms and legs. Still, they both tried their damndest. While the brass maids managed to keep Mikai under control, withdrawing until she was restrained by about eight of them, Hikari was nother matter; she’d decided that if they were all around her, she just didn’t need to bother to aim.

The blast of white light pierced through several robotmaids, and very nearly blasted through the Princess of Brass herself. That version of Mikai sneered down - petulant organic, refusing to embrace the purity of metal. She had some strength to her, that much was certain. Princess Mikai wasn’t certain she could keep her contained.

It wasn’t very fun, sure, but she had to convert her right there on the floor. She approached the brass maids and put a hand on one of their shoulders, sending her command into the whole unit; these ones weren’t converted organics, but brought from her home universe, and would serve the purpose well.

Inside the mound of robots, Hikari noticed that the heat was suddenly increasing. Not the metaphorical type where it meant stress and threat, but the actual temperature. The brass maids had begun to melt with her still beneath them! A silver tinge had spread across their yellowish metallic skin as their bodies heated rapidly, and wherever that silver went their skin began to drip down onto her.

They didn’t panic, pressing closer around Hikari. If they felt discomfort they didn’t show it, focused intently on making sure she couldn’t escape. “Izanami, I think I’m not going to get out of this part…”

“Damnit, try! I don’t want that bitch to get me again!” Izanami snapped, her usual cool demeanor flying out the window. That robotic Mikai had embarrassed her, shamed her once before, and she didn’t want it to happen again! But there was nothing she could do, as even were she to take over right then and there she wouldn’t have time to break free of the robots embrace.

The robots dripped and melted onto Hikari. The metal felt hot, but oddly, not burning - it didn’t hurt, it just felt strange. The silver started to cover her, starting with her head and dripping down, slowly taking more and more of her body. It wasn’t long before her head was completely encased, freezing her firmly in place while it took the rest of her. From the outside, the pile was shrinking, growing smaller and closer around Hikari as the maids melted on top of her.

Hikari did try to struggle, but as the metal fell on top of her, weighing her down, it was getting harder and harder to do so. The metal wasn’t just a surface level change - it was seeping inside of her, changing her. Replacing her human skin, and then pressing further down to change her insides. Her face having already frozen through, it was getting harder and harder to think. It would be so much easier not to. To not think at all.

For some reason, in the white streak of Hikari’s hair that represented Izanami’s presence, the dripping metal turned to gold instead of silver. Hikari didn’t notice, but Izanami did, feeling dread for what was to come as a result - it seemed she might not be spared it like she sometimes was… her own thoughts were beginning to slow as well.

The encasement rapidly continued as the maids pressed closer, and Hikari couldn’t help but notice how good it felt. She didn’t lose feeling in the transformed parts. She couldn’t move them, but they felt more alive than ever even as her mind continued to dim. Especially around her bust and… other parts. It was as if the metal was a second, more sensitive skin. Even the feeling of the air was getting too much, and she felt herself falling into a trance of nothing. She stopped thinking.

From the outside, the brass maids had mostly melted. It was starting to be possible to make out Hikari in the blob of molten brass and silver. Princess Mikai watched with satisfaction, and non-metallic Mikai with anger and confusion, as Hikari’s outline made itself clear. She’d become a nude silver statue, still on her knees in the posture that the maids had caught her in. “Ohohoho~ Much better, don’t you think? Not a bit of that disgusting flesh and blood left, only perfect metal! She was not worthy to be like her new ruler, but perhaps silver will suit her…” Princess Mikai blinked, walking up and examining the statue.

It, of course, didn’t move, completely immobile irrespective of whether there was anything inside or not. But she noticed the gold streak. Where had that…? “Oh… darnit. Was that Izanami in there? My beautiful bride? How in the world did that happen…?” she muttered. She pouted. “Aww, what a waste of some potential fun… but oh well~ We’ll have to recast you later, bring that cutie to the fore. So much better than that do-gooder magical girl.”

“Hey, you do know Izanami!” The rather more human Mikai said, still struggling a bit in her captivity. “How do you know her, are you one of her villain friends?”

“She belongs to me! She is to be my cute little bride!” Robot-Mikai snapped, “Now silence, human, while I finish my work! You’ll be up soon.”

Princess Mikai wasn’t one to waste material though. She had a minion, she’d use her - maybe have her make sure that fleshy caricature of herself was unrecognizable as Mikai. She approached the silver statue, and using her own magic, forced it into animation. She took a moment as her magic flowed through it to access it’s mechanical mind, perusing the files and deleting the irrelevant ones. That was, anything to do with having been human, sympathy for humans, anything. They were a machine now, a far better class of being; humans were simply animals. And of course, she made sure to give her the proper parameters of a resident of the machine world before letting her go. She would make a good servant, surely, if she understood her place!

The statue began to glow softly, before with a slow, creaking sound it stood. It’s mind - or minds - began to return to thought. Hikari’s mind was empty, mostly; Mikai hadn’t deigned to put all that much into it, beyond the basic details of the world of machines. But as she stood, the blanks started to fill themselves. She was a silver gynoid, not a human. She didn’t even remember ever having been human anymore; the very idea disgusted her. What she did remember… was her power. She had a lot of it. An amount that rivaled the greatest of mechanical queens, if she said so herself. Her morality having been discarded as unimportant by her overconfident creator, that power became the center of her being.

Hikari was powerful. Very, very powerful. So it only made sense that that be reflected in her status. If she was this powerful, she must be nobility. That was the way it worked back home, wasn’t it? The weak were servants, and the strong the served. And she most definitely was not weak. Her kindness had been left to wither as an unnecessary emotion, but it did not die. It twisted, curled into a blackened caricature of it’s former self.

Hikari was kind, in the way of nobility. She was as blackhearted as any of them, of course, but in her own way she cared. Her servants had identities, so that they might better understand their relative position and her generosity. Her lessers weren’t insects or tools to her, like the other nobles. Rather, they were like favored pets, to be doted upon and adored… and disciplined, if they got unruly. Truly she was a paragon of noblesse oblige, the responsibility of the powerful to care for the weak - so long as the weak would know their place.

Izanami wasn’t left alone either. But Mikai clearly didn’t know how to properly parse two minds in one. At first it went seemingly smoothly; she’d simply repeated the process from their dream, taking out all that disgusting mortality and replacing it with her blushing golden bride. Part of that went well. Izanami didn’t remember being human either. But maybe because of the influence of Hikari’s changes, or maybe just the vastly greater power Izanami held in the real world, the rest of the programming changed.

Izanami was a gold robot, yes. But she was so powerful, she certainly hadn’t started as a mere worker. She was a princess. The Princess of Gold, much like Mikai was Princess of Brass. Gold was probably one of the weaker kingdoms in their home; it was a weak metal used mostly for jewelry and looking pretty. Which meant Izanami, being Gold royalty, was herself mostly around to look pretty. Someone of her prodigious strength in such an otherwise weak kingdom would have been spoiled absolutely rotten. She couldn’t remember a single time she hadn’t gotten exactly what she wanted, and was proud of it.

Princess Mikai had wanted a bride of her, but Izanami refused to be controlled. If she were to be a bride, she would be the one in control - and wasn’t brass just some dull yellow, shined to pretend to be gold? Why should she submit to the heiress of a pretender? She was insulted at the gall to even suggest she be the lesser party!

It took a bit more work for their minds to fill in how the two had ended up in their current mixed situation. Clearly, Izanami had attempted to take over the obviously weaker Silver Kingdom - and failed miserably. But Hikari had found her adorable and decided to perhaps help her out some, rather than simply converting her into a servant like she had her other assailants. And that was why they’d come here, while the Princess of Brass was away from her center of power and vulnerable...

“Mmmh, what have we here?” Hikari, Princess of Silver, said, internally. Her tone was far more… mature, than before, as she’d grown to enjoy her power and know how to use it. “A cute little Princess thinking she can take us for herself? That’s adorable.”

“What we’ve got is a spoiled brat!” Izanami, the Princess of Gold, fumed, unaware of the irony. “How rude of her! I can’t believe she thought she could be my bride!”

“True, true.” Hikari said, a smile curling on her lips. “Why don’t I teach her a little lesson in humility, hmmmm~?”

Princess Mikai, of course, didn’t notice anything going on with her new conquest as Hikari conjured up some clothes for herself - an elaborate green dress in a mirror of Mikai’s, to match her eyes. “Oh~ Such a cutie~ I’m disappointed not to have Izanami for myself, but I can work with you for now…”

“My my, this is a situation I’ve wandered into…” Hikari said, a golden gloved hand rising to her lips to hide her mocking smile. “What’s a Princess of Brass doing here? And is that… oh, how embarrassing, is that some human version of you?”

“I think so! Not sure why there’s a metal me though!” Mikai said cheerfully. “...You’re very pretty like this, Hikari.” she added, blushing softly, although she didn’t know why. Something about the silvery, mature kind of look she had now…

Princess Mikai didn’t seem to register the insult. “Yes, it is. Your job, my newest servant, is to take her! Turn her to another faceless drone among the masses, such that nobody would ever realize she’d once looked like me!” she demanded confidently.

“Hm, that’s one plan.” Hikari said. One hand shot forth, cupping the Brass noble’s chin and turning her head to look her in the eyes. “I have a better one, dear Princess~” she said, before leaning in and planting a kiss on her fellow’s lips.

“Mmmph!” The original gynoid certainly hadn’t expected that. She could feel the heat rising as her computer brain struggled to process what had happened, but Hikari didn’t give her the time, pushing her down to the ground such that Silver was straddling Brass.

“My my… such a cute reaction, my little Princess~” Hikari giggled, a dangerously seductive look in her eyes. “Could it be for all your confidence, you can’t keep it up when confronted? That’s adorable~”

Mikai, watching on, felt her blush growing as she saw Hikari right on top of a girl that, while made of metal, looked a whole lot like her. Her heart was beating fast, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Maybe she might have wanted to switch places. Just a little. That wasn’t weird right?

Meanwhile, the heroine’s double was gasping and sputtering, trying to recover a scrap of her composure while Hikari’s fingers playfully danced across her skin, drawing out adorable noises. “N-How- ah! - What!?” she stammered, unable to properly formulate a response. Why was this happening? Why was Hikari not completely subservient to her!? “How did you- Mmph!” Just as she was trying to finally actually ask something though, she found her lips occupied again by Hikari’s.

Hikari made sure to press close as she made out with her rival princess, as much of her body touching Mikai’s as possible. “I’m supposed to serve you, hm?” Hikari teased, tracing her fingers around the Brass Princess’ breast and drawing out startled moans, “Where’d that dominance go? That feeling of command?” The more she touched her, the more embarrassed Mikai would become; it was important to put pretentious brats like that, strong but not nearly so powerful as they believed themselves to be, in their places. And just then, Princess Mikai’s place was under Hikari’s body, firmly and thoroughly dominated right in front of all her minions.

“Bwuh- s-stop-” Princess Mikai mumbled, wriggling and struggling under Hikari’s weight as her body heated up. She could almost feel herself getting softer as she approached her melting point, and she couldn’t help but admit it felt good. But she couldn’t let this Silver servant masquerading as a Princess win- not that she could actually do anything to stop her.

“You love this, don’t you?” Hikari said, gently squeezing one of her victim’s breasts, “You act high and mighty, but that’s just for the contrast. You love being brought low, humbled, made into a plaything. The only reason you act so arrogant is so you can have a longer, more arousing fall, isn’t it? If you didn’t want it, why would a Princess melt so easily at a mere kiss?”

“No fair having all the fun yourself,” Izanami grumbled. “Give me a turn, would you? I want to make her melt at my touch! I want her to submit to me!”

“Oh, that’s no way to ask, now is it?” Hikari responded. But she had an idea. “I think I have a more fun idea anyway…”

As Princess Mikai struggled, her body heated to the point her metallic skin was soft and malleable by her own intense embarrassment and arousal, Hikari pulled her toy’s dress down a bit, and pressed a finger down just where a human’s heart would be. Her finger sank into Princess Mikai’s chest, right down to her power core. “What are you doi- ah!” Mikai cried out, as she felt the process begin.

“Oooh, I like this plan-” Izanami said, but was soon cut off as well.

Mikai’s softened body rippled as a change spread out from her heart. A brighter, shinier color was taking over her skin - gold replacing her natural brass. Wherever it covered, her body began to shift and change in shape, subtly and slowly like it was being pressed into a new mold.

Izanami invaded Mikai’s body swiftly and easily, enjoying having the run of the place. “Hello, Princess~” She giggled as her mind encountered Mikai’s.

“Ah… my cute bride…” Mikai greeted, trying to maintain her composure as she was rapidly losing control of her body… “Come to submit?”

“Nope!” Izanami said cheerfully, “Come to make you do it~”

The mental war would have been a lot less one sided if Mikai wasn’t currently in the process of getting thoroughly, lewdly dominated by another Princess. As it was, Mikai was becoming rapidly more and more Izanami by the second. Her dreams of a Brass Empire were replaced with dreams of being doted on in her Gold palace, and she got brattier and more entitled each passing moment. On the outside, it was already clear who had won. Princess Mikai’s entire body had turned to gold - it was simply a matter of molding it into Izanami’s body.

It wasn’t very long before she was getting shorter, her hair at the same time lengthening out until it would fall inches above the ground when she was standing. Her vibrant red dress shifted in shade, turning as gold as her skin. Her face softened and remolded itself into a new, cuter and younger look. When she next opened her eyes, it wasn’t Mikai looking out, but the Princess of Gold, Izanami.

“Ahhhh… much better!” she giggled, standing up with Hikari’s help. She did a little twirl to test out the body, making sure none of Princess Mikai was left on her. She still had the data for her of course, stored in her computer brain - it would be no fun just to delete her. Especially when she could instead alter her and make her belong to her…

Meanwhile the non-robotic Mikai was blushing fiercely, her brain furiously trying to process what she had just seen and why it made her heart beat so fast and her face so hot. Izanami didn’t look quite like she did when she’d visited Mikai’s world, nor even how she did when taking over Hikari in this world. She was shorter, cuter. Still her adult self, but an adorable version of them. Honestly, Mikai just wanted to hug her and spoil her rotten.

Izanami walked over to the remaining, human, Mikai, still trapped by brass maids that had gone motionless and still. Their mistress hadn’t had the presence of mind to order their assistance, not that it likely would have made much of a difference anyway. Izanami made them release Mikai, and stood imperiously over her (at least as imperiously as she could, given her appearance). “Why the silence, human? Are you intimidated by my imperial majesty?” The Gold Princess taunted, as Mikai stared at her.

“Cute…” Mikai said.

“Ha! Yes, beg- pardon me?” Izanami blinked uncomprehendingly.

“You’re really cute,” Mikai elaborated. “I kinda wanna hug you, if that’s ok.”

Izanami looked over at her partner in crime. The Princess of Silver shrugged, not understanding either; humans were hardly logical beings.

Well, Izanami could work with that. “If you’re brave enough to touch a machine Princess, then I shall grant you that last request, before you are made mine. Praise my magnanimity!” she said.

Mikai wasn’t really thinking sensibly just then, Izanami was really cute, and Mikai didn’t know how to properly handle the strange feelings she was having. So she just went for it, launching right into a hug.

The golden gynoid felt surprisingly, and pleasantly, warm. Mikai wasn’t all that tall herself, so it wasn’t a difficult posture to hug in, and she found herself gently stroking the machine Princess’ hair almost like a cat. Izanami let the hug continue for a few moments, definitely just because she wanted to make sure her promised last request had been fulfilled and not because she was kind of enjoying it.

“Oh, how adorable this is! But you should get going, Izanami, unless you just want to keep the human for a pet~” Hikari teased, as she watched the ongoing display.

Izanami shook herself out of it, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment. She had more important things to do than relax, and besides, once Mikai was her robot bride, she’d be able to hug all she wanted! Taking Mikai’s contact as a starting point she began to spread her metal across her skin. It took her arms first, and spatterings of metal began to shine across her torso wherever she touched Izanami, as gold as the girl she was currently hugging.

As it covered more and more skin it began to pick up speed, rapidly spreading across Mikai. As the transformation continued, Izanami gently pushed Mikai down onto her back, mimicking the posture that Hikari had used on the source of Izanami’s body earlier.

The transformation felt shockingly good, and Mikai began to moan as Izanami ran her hands across her body, hastening her reforging. Izanami leaned down and, in a bid to speed up her acquisition and not at all because that irritating human was at all cute, kissed her on the lips. The gold covered the points of contact instantly and rapidly began to take the rest of her mouth. It wasn’t long before it covered her face as well, and began to seep into her mind. She wanted to keep hugging Izanami. She wanted to serve Princess Izanami. After all, she was a Princess, and Mikai wasn’t, was she?

But even as Mikai wrestled with that thought, the reprogramming of her mind into that of a gynoid, something else entered her mind. Perhaps Izanami should have deleted ‘Princess Mikai’, because the remnants of the overtaken Princess’ identity began seeping into her human double as the first part of that phrase rapidly became less accurate. She couldn’t directly replace her, but she could attach, mold the rest of her until the difference was irrelevant.

Izanami was too busy enjoying the kiss to notice how the shining gold she’d been spreading across Mikai’s body darkened slightly, shifting in tone towards a brassy color. She was too confident in her thorough dominance of the human to realize that her attempted reprogramming was being rerouted and altered, used to change Mikai to be more like her mechanical alternate.

Mikai wasn’t some heroine of justice, or a Jotaider, whatever that meant. She was a Princess, of course. Princess of Brass, one of the strongest metal nations! And Izanami was very, very cute, but also very much an upstart playing at the big leagues. She needed to be taught a lesson, didn’t she? The metal soon covered the entirety of Mikai, her eyes shifting to glow red while her clothes transformed to become identical to her earlier outfit.

Izanami’s only warning was a hand climbing to her rear and squeezing. As she gasped in response, breaking this kiss and suddenly seeing the remade Brass Princess beneath her, it gave Mikai the opening to roll off her back and swap their positions. Now it was Izanami straddled on the ground, and Mikai in position to claim her.

While she was magically powerful, gold remained a physically weak metal and she struggled to free herself. “B-You can’t do that! That’s cheating!” she whined.

“Ha! You don’t get to complain when you didn’t beat me yourself!” Mikai scoffed, “I should thank you for taking care of that disgusting human for me! Now I’m going to put you in your place like I was planning to~”

Hikari laughed. Rather than the smug giggles earlier, this was a real laugh - a sultry and mature sound that frankly made Mikai heat up just from the noise. It was unfair for one robot to have that much… whatever it was the Princess of Silver had. “Oh, that’s a good show!” Hikari said, clapping loudly, “Now Izanami, I’m not going to help you this time. She’s right, you have to beat her yourself, or there’s no point.”

“R-Right!” Mikai agreed, nodding. “See, even she-”

“And Mikai, darling,” Hikari added, “Show me how dominant you can be, and maybe I’ll give you a nice reward this evening~”

Mikai had a sudden flash of both Hikari and Izanami, stripped of their dresses, working her over… she nearly melted in place. She shook her head wildly, a few droplets of her hair that had begun to melt from the heat flying off as she did. “I-I don’t need your reward to incentivize behavior I already planned!” she stammered.

“Hikari! Don’t encourage the enemy!” Izanami groaned, having tried to struggle free while Mikai was distracted and failing.

“Now then, where was I…” Mikai mumbled, before just deciding to go for it. She would turn Izanami’s own attempt at dominance against her! With that she forcefully kissed the struggling Princess of Gold, drawing out a muffled yelp of surprise.

At this point, most of what she had to do was get into her mind, and thankfully, that task wasn’t too difficult right now. She’d been heating up from her own ministrrations to Mikai, and the way the tables had turned on her seemed to only get her going more - or maybe that was just the way Mikai was straddling her. Either way the result was the same: a nice and malleable Izanami.

As she made her changes to Izanami’s dress, turning the silk from gold to brass to broadcast to all who saw her who owned her (not her body though - she wanted that to remain weak, pretty gold, useful only for a trophy like her), she worked her way into the girl’s mind. This time, with only one to contend with and her own body responding to her wishes, she could turn the tables.

Izanami was more than a little flustered, and that only increased as she felt the invasion of her mind. She had to escape, to force Mikai out of her mind! Even if it did feel really nice and Mikai was very pretty! Like, way too pretty! Wait, that wasn’t what she wanted to think, was it? The thoughts forced themselves into her mind all the same, coming in her own voice and making it increasingly difficult to sort her own thoughts from those forced upon her. Mikai was pretty, and a powerful Princess. It would be good to stay with her, for Izanami’s own protection.

Izanami wasn’t just a pretty face! She was a powerful Princess in her own right! But it was getting harder and harder to distinguish which thoughts were which, especially as her own thoughts began to betray her. She wasn’t just arm candy, no. But she wanted to be. Why deal with a hard life? Why not be doted on, treated like her most prized possession? Didn’t that sound nice, a life of no worries, a life of no effort and having all her needs taken care of?

“Oh, that’s some nice reversal,” Hikari commented, “Maybe you’re not all talk, at least when you’re not busy melting from your own arousal~”

Mikai felt herself heating up again at Hikari’s teasing, but Izanami giggled. Yeah, Mikai was strong, wasn’t she? So strong, so attractive… some part of Izanami’s mind continued to resist, but it was a very small part. Her arms wrapped around Mikai, and she felt her hips buck upwards to try and make better contact with her. She was beaten, and to the victor the spoils~

The Brass Princess let out a surprised, but pleased sound as Izanami returned the kiss vigorously and enthusiastically, falling completely into her role as a loving bride. She let it go for a while before disentangling herself, standing up.

Izanami didn’t look any different on the outside, besides the dress, but her demeanor had changed completely. She clung to Mikai’s arm as if she were welded to the spot, looking lovingly at her like nothing else existed. “Oooh~ My Princess~ I can’t believe I didn’t see how attractive you were earlier~”

Hikari laughed again, and Mikai flushed with heat. “Oh, you did a number on her, darling! It’s so cute to see her so devoted~ Want me to leave you alone for a bit?”

“You… you shut up! I have a city to conquer, in the name of Brass! You should submit too!”

“Mmh… I don’t think I will…” Hikari said. “What say we work together for the moment, hm? This is a big city, with a lot of irritatingly powerful humans. Best get it all shining metal before we parcel out who gets what, no?”

If there were any as powerful as Hikari and the human Mikai had been… Princess Mikai grudgingly nodded. “...Point.”

“Splendid~” Hikari said, clapping her hands together. “Shall we be off, then? Humans to convert, lands to claim!”

Mikai nodded stiffly, turning to stroll out of her makeshift palace with Izanami clinging to her arm. This was a temporary partnership, solely for the purpose of dealing with any unexpectedly powerful humans! It wasn’t at all because she really, really wanted that ‘reward’ Hikari had mentioned earlier, even if she was heating up at the mere thought of the word!

Hikari, for her part, stifled a giggle. Oh, but she was so easy to manipulate. If she was so easily convinced, she could hardly complain with what the Princess of Silver planned to do with her that night… she might even enjoy it~

Izanami didn’t have such complex thoughts. She was too busy swooning over how cool her bride was, how beautiful!

The three waltzed out of the former shopping center, leaving their humanity behind them as they looked to take on a world…