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Lucky Card Lalter (Fate Hypno Fic)
🕑 Added 2022-08-10 17:00:09 +0000 UTCHi folks!
I hope all is well out there. Unfortunately a few family issues have prevented me from having the fic I'd planned to have for you today (Everyone's fine, don't worry, but it did murder my sleep schedule) so, instead, I have a piece I've been looking for a place to put up, especially after I got some fantastic Zarvex3 art for it. So, enjoy! And for those at the right Tier, don't forget to get your short requests ready for next week!
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"Vile cur!" Artoria Lancer Alter snarled, levelling her corrupted lance at the smirking hooded fiend across the field from her. "I do not know by what magic you have ensnared my allies, but I will allow it no longer! Know the meaning of despair and perish - Rhongomyniad!!!"
The tower that held the world together turned, its power focused upon a single point as her lance's tip glowed with unearthly light, and she charged. A thunderous crack shook the battleground, the heavens themselves parting before her tremendous power.
The hooded figure, though, simply raised a hand - within it, a small square scrap of card - and stood firm, seemingly unintimidated by her awe inspiring attack. They made no move to dodge, not even as the dark heroine crashed over them like the wave of a titanic storm...!
Only for her look to change from anger to surprise for a fleeting moment, before, with a loud 'SHLORP', she and her lance were sucked into the small card in a burst of white light - leaving not a trace of herself nor her attack behind.
The battlefield calmed. Silence fell. The hooded figure turned the card in their hand over, looking down at the image of Artoria Lancer Alter frozen mid attack, her lance aglow, a warcry frozen on her lips. Above her image, in simple, block letters, were the words 'Artoria, King Of Storms' - and below it, in smaller writing, was, 'ATK: 9999 DEF: 6000
When Artoria Lancer Alter is summoned to the field, you may also summon any other members of the Wild Hunt in your deck. All Chaotic/Dark summons gain a +1000 morale boost while she is on the field. All Mordred summons take a -1000 morale penalty.'
The hooded figure chuckled. "So kind of you to give yourself to me, oh dark King of thunder. For a moment I was worried you'd be difficult to trap - but charging me head on? You made it all so easy, truly."
"As thanks then, I'll make the next part easy on you. Don't worry, I'll soon have you out of that little cardboard prison - for a while, at least. But before I do that, I have to make sure you've had a proper attitude adjustment! Don't worry, I'm sure it won't take long. After all, you don't have much of a personality to adjust~"
Inside the card, locked completely still as a flat image, Artoria seethed. How was this possible? How could such a fool have gained the upper hand on her? Surely this was some kind of trick - and illusion she could break free of! But no matter how she tried to struggle, all she could do was sit in place, staring out of the front of this strange trap that held her solid.
She couldn't so much as growl as she was slid into the hooded figure's pocket and carried away. She couldn't even shake herself as she felt herself jostle from the journey. All she could do was sit in her pose, mid-attack, waiting in darkness, her anger growing fiercer and fiercer all the while.
This fool planned to let her out of this cage? She'd rip them apart the moment she was freed! Her legendary lance would destroy the surrounding countryside for miles around, that was how great her rage had grown! Caging a storm only made it worse!
Such were her thoughts, when finally she saw the light again - when she was plucked from her pocket - the figure's thumb momentarily - and unpleasantly - pressed over her face as she was drawn out. Whatever room she had been taken to now was simple - but she wasn't allowed a long look at it. Instead, she was swiftly placed down, her prison angled such that she was facing nearly fully forwards, leaning back only slightly against some surface or other to keep her upright. Obviously she couldn't see what surface, exactly, since her gaze was fixed firmly forwards - towards what appeared to be a gigantic screen.
Though perhaps it had not been gigantic before she had been sealed within this card.
What was this? Some kind of weapon? Did they plan to torture her? Bah, let them try! She was rage, she was fury, she was the storm incarnate! Whatever they threw at her, she would survive, and make them-!
"There we go!" She heard the hooded figure's voice, and then a *'Click'*, as before her frozen eyes the screen lit up in a gigantic black and white spiral. "Enjoy the show, your majesty! I'll be back to enjoy those big ol' titties of yours in, ohhhh... twenty minutes or so!"
She heard footsteps walking away, and the slam of a door, but those sounds didn't hold her attention. Instead, she found herself peering, almost curiously, into the swirling image projected in front of her. What... Was this? Why were they showing her something so simple and so... so... captivating...
... Wait! Was that it? Was this supposed to be some kind of... of hypnotic trap? Ha! Foolish mortal, to think they'd dare try such a... such a primitive... such... such a pretty... Uh...
Oh my, this was really quite fascinating...
Ah, no... No, she had to fight... resist... close her... eyes...
But she couldn't. Trapped as a simple playing card, all Artoria could do was stare unblinking into the spiral, her mind slipping deeper and deeper into its twisting depths. She never even realised the true fiendishness of her prison - of how it kept her completely focused on the black and white swirl of utter mental destruction without any chance to look away or shield her eyes - because even as she tried to resist, all thought of looking away was swept up in a black current and washed away into a white sea.
Without even so much as a whimper, the rage and fury of the storm faded into nothingness, as Artoria's mind sank into a blank void - deeper, deeper still, carried down by the spiral into the unending depths, never to return.
Before even a minute had passed, the King of Storms had been rendered utterly mindless, helpless before the power of a simple spiral on a simple screen. Even she would have scoffed at her mental fortitude, if her ability to do so hadn't been bleached out of her with all other independent thought.
That wasn't the end of her change, though, no no. Indeed, as the minutes ticked further on, the image on her card began to slowly change. First, her fierce eyes, burning with passion and righteous anger, dulled and glazed, a vacant stare sliding into the place of her glare. Then her expression slowly slackened, her open mouthed yell steadily transforming into mere slack jawed stupidity - drool even beginning to leak down from her lips and over her chin to drizzle between her breasts.
By the time ten minutes had passed, even her outfit was beginning to change - her black armour fading away, leaving her in her tight bodysuit, before even that vanished, leaving her pale skinned breasts bare to the world. Even her lance disappeared along with her mount, the mighty Rhongomyniad no match for the power of the spiral. Slowly, her angry pose faded, until she was simply stood there, arms at her sides, staring blankly out of the card.
By fifteen minutes, even that was not enough, and her blank, empty gaze was replaced by simple black and white spirals, her mouth drawing into a wide, stupid smile and showcasing how truly empty her head had become.
And by the time her captor returned, twenty three minutes after they had left, nothing was left of the mighty Artoria's mind but mush. Even the text on her card had changed.
'King of Cows', its title read - and below her mindless picture, 'ATK: 0000 DEF: 8888’
When King of Cows is summoned, she can only be played in defence mode. All attacks against her are stopped by her plush chest or padded rear, giving all summons who use her a +6000 morale boost. Any other members of the Wild Hunt on the field are instantly turned into big titty morons when she is summoned, and remain so even after the match is concluded.'
"Well didn't you turn out nicely?" The hooded figure giggled, examining their modified card. Absently, they turned the screen off - its job was done now. There was no need for it when Artoria's own eyes would keep her in a spiral induced trance for the rest of eternity. "But let's see how you look in three dimensions..."
There was a flash of light, and suddenly Artoria found herself standing out in the world once again, free to move as she pleased. It hardly mattered though. After all, as the spirals swirling swiftly in her eyes showed to all who looked, she had no desire to do anything, other than obey all she was told.
Her proudly firm breasts presented to her new owner, clear of any clothing or obstruction, made the same statement in a much louder way.
"Lovely," her master said, enjoying her new form. "Now, let's teach you how to use those titanic tits of yours. Get on your knees, slut~"
And Artoria dropped down without hesitation, her blank, stupid smile never slipping for an instant as she reached up and pressed her breasts together. She was, after all, the King of Cows - and it was time to put her udders to use.
