Dreaming of Brass (Robotification/Bride TF)

(Commission ft. Hato/ForbiddenArchive's OC Mikai of their Jotaider series - particularly a version from this story: https://www.deviantart.com/neoomnimon/art/Patreon-Bustaider-Wolf-and-Lion-OC-Robot-TF-MC-856382244)

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Ah, if there was something better than relaxing in a nice lair, surrounded by minions, Izanami didn’t know what it was. She shifted in her seat as one of the masked, kimono-clad figures gave her a massage, the one with long black hair currently knelt in front of her as a footstool crawled to keep up. She snapped a finger, and another minion with short blonde hair came to give her another glass of wine. Natsuki, Hikari, and that alternate-universe idiot Mikai, in their proper places serving her every whim. It would only be better if it was real and not just a dream!

Izanami always enjoyed dreaming, especially since she tended to become lucid very quickly and had a very fine degree of control over her dreams once she did. This one had started out as a childish lunch picnic, with the quartet sitting and chatting like old friends on a grassy hill, as if they were friends. Mikai had been perhaps a bit too touchy-feely, and the fact she’d been ok with that had tipped her off to the dreaming. Well, that and the fact she was in a separate body to Hikari.

Once she was lucid, she set about fixing that nightmare of quiet peace - creating her minion-masks and sticking them on the idiots she was surrounded with, then adjusting the setting to be her ideal lair, and then sitting back and enjoying the bliss of not having to deal with the morons that seemed to gravitate towards her. Maybe she’d dream up conquering the world later, but for now, she was content to relax.

At least, that had been the plan. She felt something… odd, in the dream, even as she relaxed in her seat. She sat upright, frowning as she tried to place it- there!

A corner of the room had shifted and changed, turning a metallic copper-ish color. She didn’t think she’d dreamed that..

As she watched, the metal shifted and changed, until the whole corner was matching the color. Harsh lines etched themselves in an arch on the wall, and fell away, a window into a void. And someone or something stepped through.

It was a fairly short woman, wearing an elegant red dress and carrying herself with the self-assured arrogance of nobility. The confusing thing was that she was made of metal. “Ohohoho~, isn’t this quaint… such a nice world I’ve found!” she laughed, looking around.

Izanami sighed. Sometimes the dreams went weird even when she was lucid, and this seemed to be one of those times. “Minions, take care of that.” she said idly, waving the dream-dolts to the new arrival. Something bothered her about that robot - something about her face.

The robotic woman snapped her gaze to Izanami, looking over her appraisingly - then her expression split into a delighted grin. “And what’s this? Such a cute lady waiting for me~ Tell me your name, my darling of noble bearing~!”

Cute? Cute!? As the minions approached their target, Izanami stood, flushing. “I am not cute! I am Izanami, the great villainess, and you are simply a part of this dream that I didn’t want! And I am sexy, not ‘cute’! Get her!”

The robotic woman laughed again, the sheer arrogance of it grating on Izanami - which was impressive, seeing as it was Izanami. “Oh, you are just adorable. You’ll be perfect. I’ll be just a moment, darling~” She giggled, walking towards the throne on which Izanami had been sitting.

The minions intercepted her, but she didn’t break her stride - Natsuki launched herself at the metal noble, but the moment she made contact metal spread across her body like lightning, covering her in an instant; the dress shifted, something formed on her head, her mask was covered in metal, and in a moment she was converted into a faceless maidbot. Hikari launched a blast of magic, but again, the robotic woman didn’t slow down - she stuck out a hand, converting the magic to the same color as her skin as she sent it right back at the magical girl, who joined the precession as another faceless maid.

Mikai followed, kicking at the intruder - but her foot was caught. This time, the robot woman took a moment, frowning, to pull off her mask. “...Disgusting. I’m a human in this world? How embarrassing.” she said. She put the mask back on Mikai, and then converted her as well.

“You’re not from here either, are you.” Izanami said, standing and preparing to fight herself. She hadn’t expected much - after all, the minions were only figments of her imagination, not as powerful as the real things. But what she’d said…

“Oh, how uncouth of me not to introduce myself.” The robot woman curtsied, and her trio of identical maids did so as well in creepy unison. “The Heiress of Brass, Mikai, at your service. Seeking to expand the Brass Kingdom beyond the borders of our world, so I might assert my place as it’s ruler - not that you need to care about that anymore. I’m thinking… gold, such a nice and soft metal, and perfect for a trophy.”

Izanami could definitely feel something different - this version of Mikai wasn’t a part of the dream. Some alternate universe version of the wannabe heroine had invaded her dreams. Apparently one that was some brass robot princess. At least she was probably less aggressively friendly. “I don’t care who you were. Now, you’ll be my servant!” Izanami said, lashing out with some magic of her own.

The robotic heiress deflected it without a care. “Ohohoho~, it’s cute that you think that’ll work~ I wonder why though, you do feel pretty strong, it shouldn’t be that easy. Maybe you’re not used to fighting.” The machine-Mikai didn’t slow her approach.

Of course. It was a dream, and this version of Mikai wasn’t part of it; even lucid, Izanami was still technically part of the dream… whatever magic Mikai was using to travel dimensions, it did not play well with dream worlds. Even alternate versions of Mikai were annoying… as the machine heiress approached, Izanami tried to shove her away, but Mikai caught her hand.

“Ohohoho, a dance~? Why yes, I’d love too, darling~!” Mikai laughed, pulling Izanami away from the throne. The newly minted robot-maids buzzed around the pair with quiet, dedicated efficiency, clearing any furniture so that it wouldn’t get in their princess’ way as she had her fun.

Izanami tried to free herself, but Mikai’s grasp was iron - or brass, rather. Her eyes lit up with a sadistic enjoyment as she led the two into a one sided ballroom dance. They also lit up in a literal sense, with a red light. Where Mikai’s hands touched Izanami - one on her own hand, and one on her hip - she felt a sudden heat, and as Mikai twirled her around, she could see that her hand had been coated in shining gold. “You- let me go! Don’t call me ‘darling’!” Izanami said, blushing fiercely. She hated to not be in control.

“Keep it up as long as you can, darling~ Ohohoho, That resistance is just too cute!” Mikai laughed, giving Izanami another twirl as she waltzed the transformation along. The gold spread down Izanami’s arm and out from her hip. The silk and magical seals of her clothes proved no obstacle to the process, changing just as easily, shifting from their usual black to a coppery brass.

Izanami blushed fiercely. “I-I’m not cute, you’re cut- wait, no-” Already there was an impact on her mind. That heat was continuing to build as they danced, and especially as Mikai’s hand drifted down from Izanami’s hip to her butt and gave it a squeeze. The gold spread further, leaving the metallic skin in its wake stiffer but also with just the right amount of give. Izanami’s slip up cost her from a mental standpoint, and suddenly she couldn’t stop thinking about how cute this Mikai was.

The waltz went ever onwards, the gold creeping across Izanami’s skin and taking more and more. Izanami still tried to struggle free of Mikai’s grip, but it was weaker and weaker, the converted parts instead eager to stay close. Her hand closed around Mikai’s, her bottom leaned into the grab, and she let out a gasp as Mikai pulled her close. “Like I said, darling - cutie~” she said, her breath hot on Izanami’s face.

Izanami tried to fight down the thumping of her heart. She didn’t like this. She didn’t! “I’ll… I’ll get you for this…” she stammered, trying to pull away and failing. The metal had covered a significant part of her by then - her entire right arm and shoulder, her left hip and her entire rear end. It was creeping across her chest, up her neck, down her legs…

“I’m sureeeee you will~” Mikai taunted, tilting Izanami’s head down to make eye contact and then leaning forward. This kiss was forceful and sudden, and gold started to spread rapidly from the point where their lips met to coat more of Izanami’s face. The villainess struggled at first, but soon melted into the kiss, unable to make herself resist further. Mikai was kissing her, kissing her so lovingly… that wasn’t ok, right?

Right… she was a Princess, after all. As the gold seeped deeper into her, into her mind, Izanami started to return it. Mikai was her Princess, why was she kissing Izanami? Mikai pulled back, leaving Izanami’s face half gold and half not. “I… Princess… why…?” she said, dreamily. She still felt the brass lips on hers, tingling.

“Because you’re such a cutie, darling, I can’t help myself~” the Heiress of Brass tittered, pulling Izanami down to a level where they could meet eye to eye (and as close as they were, breast to breast…). “I simply must have you for a bride…”

“A-A bride!?” Izanami stammered, blushing fiercely even as her interior makeup was changed and shifted. She was more robot than human now, and the balance continued to shift heavily as her mind was reworked, the computerized brain being rewritten. She had simply been a simple iron commoner, when Heiress Mikai had taken a fancy to her… “I… yes… a bride…” she remembered now, being changed and modified for her beloved’s tastes. She had been made shorter - a shift that was happening now; already, she didn’t have to look down as much to see Mikai, and soon she was at eye level - and her inferior metal traded for gold. Gold wasn’t a useful metal for them - soft, malleable. Only good for looking pretty. But that was exactly what an Heiress’ bride was for, so it was perfect for Izanami.

Izanami’s dress had changed completely now, unrecognizable - no longer a Japanese-style kimono, but an elaborate brass-colored bridal gown. A veil formed on her face, quickly lifted by Mikai for another kiss. This time, Izanami didn’t resist. She melted into it, reciprocating. The world shifted around them as Izanami’s dream changed to fit her desires.

The pair weren’t kissing standing anymore - now, Mikai was on top of Izanami, laying back in a bed. Mikai blinked, looking around. “What? Where…”

“Princess… please, make use of me as you wish~” Izanami breathed, nothing left of her old resistance - a blushing bride, eager to make her beloved happy. “I’m yours, every inch and ounce~”

Mikai looked around, piecing things together as she realized they were somewhere different. “Ohohoho… such an intense dream! I didn’t even notice! You must have such an imagination, darling… it’ll be a pleasure to break you in the real world too… but for now, your dreams will do~” The words were nonsense to Izanami, but she could tell her Princess was happy with her, and that was what mattered.

Mikai lay on top of her, pressing into another kiss that sent shocks of pleasure through Izanami’s system. Her fingers drifted down below, brushing the gold snatch beneath the dress. “Lift this for me, will you darling?” Mikai asked, breaking the kiss momentarily, “I have a gift to give you~”

Shyly, but eagerly, Izanami complied, pulling up her dress and down her undergarments to give the Heiress of Brass easy access to the object of her desire…

Izanami moaned softly in the bed as she opened her eyes, breathing heavily with arousal. Ah… where did her love go? Had she passed out from the intensity of their lovemaking? She looked around, soon finding a sleeping familiar shape next to her - Mikai, in the bed. So considerate, to stay with her… Izanami wrapped an arm around her, snuggling in.

It was odd, though. She was so tall compared to her Mikai… and why did she seem so, not-brass? Was it the lighting, or…

Izanami blinked. Then colored a bright red, and shoved Mikai out of the bed. The idiot-hero continued snoozing as if she’d not been moved an inch. She felt Hikari stirring in her mind. “Bwuh? What is it, Izanami…” she asked with a yawn.

“Absolutely nothing. She must have slipped into my bed while I was sleeping.” Izanami snapped, tossing a pillow off the bed and onto Mikai, along with a blanket. Then she turned over and lay down. What the hell had that dream been?

She forced her mind to think of other things. It was just because that dork had slid into bed with her, combined with how pent up she had been getting. She’d just go to bed, and ignore that residual heat between her nethers when she thought of the brass princess...