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Servant Trap: Who-Ring Out Arena (Fate bimbo fic)
🕑 Added 2020-04-08 14:17:01 +0000 UTCWe're a week into April, and it's time for me to reveal March's voter story! Servant Trap seems to be my most popular series at the moment, and this time Lady Scathach won a trip into the heart of it! Voters asked for her to be sent into the Cockaigne arena to meet her fate - here's what I ended up writing. I hope you enjoy.
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(Contains bimbofication)
Lady Scathach, Queen of the land of shadows, the immortal and eternal teacher of heroes, looked out across the arena with a flat expression. It did not seem to impress. “This is all you have?”
“It’s usually proven sufficient,” her summoner answered, standing at her side. “Many of the servants who have been called to Cockaigne have spoken highly of it.”
“Hmm.” Her face didn’t change – but then, she had always been a hard one to read. The Queen of Shadows did not betray her thoughts easily, her aloof nature always keeping her feelings at arm’s reach. Eventually, she turned slightly to look at him. “Why might that be?”
He shrugged. “It’s hard to say. I suspect most appreciate the safety measures. Cockagine provides the strongest damage limitation effects, possible only thanks to the mystery of our utopia. Within the arena, servants can go all out without worrying about harming anyone. You could fire an anti-planet level noble phantasm inside its walls and the city would not even feel the slightest shake.”
That got a raised eyebrow. “Are such restraints truly necessary?”
“Oh yes.” The summoner nodded. “The servants who fight in the arena go all out. Gods, champions… I don’t think there’s been a greater battlefield in all of human history.”
That blank expression turned back to the arena, watching, considering. Slowly, she leaned forward, a red spear materializing in her hand. “Is that so? Then I shall test that theory.”
Her master smiled.
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Confident and supreme, red hair trailing through the air behind her, Scathach strode into the center of the area ring. She stood there, almost resting, her eyes closed – daring any and all to challenge her. The immortal warrior had spent eons hoping for a battle great enough to claim her life, to put her to threat despite her eternity – and though she had now died, or close enough, the habits of centuries were hard to put aside. If it was possible that this arena could satisfy her, she could hardly ignore the opportunity.
“Will any challenge me?” She asked, her voice quiet and yet carrying over the sands. “Do any dare believe that they could claim my heart?”
“Oh definitely.” The Queen’s brow furrowed. That voice… It couldn’t be. “Hell, who cares about your heart, I’ve been wanting to tap that ass for ages!”
Scathach opened her eyes, red irises glaring out at the woman who had dared respond. No, this wasn’t what she had asked for. Strutting across the arena, not even carrying herself like a competent warrior, was…
“Medb.” The lancer’s voice was flat. “You’ve let yourself become too excited. This is no place for a spoiled child. I seek battle, not…” Her gaze dropped to the Queen of Connacht’s outfit – little more than a string bikini, and one that showed off quite a few enhancements to the woman’s form, in fact. “… Whatever you’re supposed to be.”
“Oh, don’t be like that!” The pink haired woman giggled, sashaying into the ring. “You’re such a grouch, Sassy~ Don’t you know where you are? This city is like, the bomb – it’s the perfect excuse to cut loose and have fun!”
“Sassy?” The Queen of shadows had thought nothing could surprise her after all of these years. Apparently, she had been wrong. “You forget yourself. I’m not one of your fool subjects – I won’t put up with your impudence.” Her spear appeared in her hand – the only warning that she felt inclined to give. Medb would remember herself, or she’d die. A servant’s dignity demanded no less.
But apparently whatever good mood had convinced the Irish Queen to dress like that and act like that also gave her the strength to completely ignore the low-key killing intent that radiated off of her opponent. She just smiled, leaned in – and then darted forwards, catching the surprised Scathach in a kiss.
Of course, the ruler of shadows had been prepared for an attack – she’d make for a poor warrior if she hadn’t been ready for such an obvious scheme – she had casually defended her vitals with ease. But she hadn’t been ready for sheer brazenness and simplicity behind Medb’s ploy. She had protected her head, of course – but she hadn’t thought to protect her lips. Her planned counter met empty air, failing to connect with anything as she’d overestimated her opponent’s position – and the pink haired Queen danced back out of her reach, still giggling like a fool. “Mwah! Mm, you’re tasty, Sassy. Your words are all sour, but your tongue is so sweet! I’m going to enjoy feeling it inside me~”
Scathach’s brow furrowed, one hand reaching up to her mouth. Her lips were tingling. Her eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”
And Medb just giggled, blowing her another kiss. “Quick down, Sassy~ No more smooth moves for you, not until I give you permission!”
Ugh. Damnit. Yes, she could feel it now. Her movements were slower, as though her body was being pulled down by some unseen weights. Unfortunate – most of her combat style relied on speed. Despite how vapid she looked – and acted – Medb had chosen well in her selection of debuffs – this might allow the unpleasant woman to survive, perhaps, five extra seconds.
“So you’ve switched to a status effect class,” she muttered, wiping her mouth. “You’re certainly not a Rider anymore. Caster, this time?”
“Heehee~ Ohhh, you’re so totally close, but so completely wrong!” The Irish Queen clapped her hands. “I’m deffo not a Rider – But I’m not a Caster either! Guess again Sassy!”
“Hmph.” Scathach took a breath, raising her spear once more. Trivialities. They didn’t matter, but she was happy to distract the irritating woman – it would make it even easier to strike her down. “Assassin then. Your poisons give you away.”
“Nnnope!” Medb practically sang, dancing away another step as the Lancer’s weapon slammed through the space where her heart had resided a moment before. “So dumb. Duh, this is Cockaigne! There’s, like, way better classes here than those boring loser ones~”
The Queen of the Land of Shadows paused. ‘Better’ classes? Someone had been tampering with the servant system? Then this might be far more dangerous than it first appeared – this was how you ended up with Avengers or Alter Egos, and even just one of those could up end an entire grail war. If Medb had such a class… Then she had better end this quickly.
“I see,” she said, calmly readying her Noble Phantasm. There was no reason to keep playing around like this anymore. She’d remove the Queen’s heart now. “So just what class have you taken this time?”
“Psh, duh.” Medb clicked her tongue and gestured to herself. “Obviously! I’mma Slut, bitch~”
“… Well at least you’re self-aware,” Scathach admitted. Then she shot forward, lance filled with enough mana for a fate redefining strike – an inescapable death blow!
Which missed. “Wha…?”
“Oopsie!” Medb released another infuriating giggle, simply dodging the attack and even taking the chance to lean in and smack her attacker on the ass. “That’s not gunna work! Here, have some Arse Up to make it up to you!”
“You-!” The Lancer staggered, the slap coming with a familiar set of tingles that ran up and down her legs and knocking her off balance. Despite herself she found she was retreating, jumping back to regain her stability. “How did you avoid my spear?”
“Duh! Didn’t they tell you? Noble Phantasms don’t work here, Sassy! Plus, I’m like, real limber now~” The self-proclaimed Slut did a cartwheel as if to demonstrate. “Evade for days, bitches!”
Scathach’s eyes narrowed, and she grunted with irritation. Her summoner had indeed said something about damage limiters, hadn’t they? But she hadn’t expected them to be so strong that they completely nullified her spear. What was the point of such things in an arena? It was so insulting it was almost perverse!
But… But something else was wrong here. Her balance was still off, despite her attempts to center herself. Medb had done something to her. What had she said? Arts up? But that was an enhancement for a servant, even if it wasn’t very useful for an agile type like h-wait, had that really been what she said?
Blinking, and making sure to keep her guard up, the Lancer looked down – and it was a credit to her stoicism that her only reaction was a raised eyebrow. It would seem she had indeed misheard. It was not her arts ability that had gone up. Instead, it seemed that her hips had… swollen? Or perhaps grown was a better term. Her thighs had become… plump, for the lack of a better term, and her behind was now considerably larger than she was used to. And it all felt rather… warm. Curiously, she gave waist a wiggle, and felt the new weight slowing her down. “Hm.”
Medb’s reaction was a lot more enthusiastic. “Ohhhh, omg, wow! Look at that thiccnes! Mmm, I can wait to beat those drums~”
“You’re still dreaming, Medb,” she sighed, working out how to adjust. She was slowed and weighted, but those were annoyances. Her opponent wasn’t using any of her normal arsenal, and the woman’s physical stats and experience just couldn’t compare to her own. She had been hindered, but hardly halted. “All you’ve done is make your death a certainty. Altering my saint graph so brazenly? I cannot allow this insult to go unanswered.”
“Heehee, you ain’t seen nothing yet. You think a cute butt is all I’m going to do to you?” Medb’s grin was somehow both utterly vapid and astoundingly sinister. “I’m gunna make you a proper citizen of Cockaigne, just like me! … Well, not just like me – I’m a high-class Slut. You’ll just be a low born whore. Too bad, so sad. That’s what you get for resisting so much!”
Scathach’s expression was mildly severe – which for her was murderous. “It doesn’t surprise me that you think yourself ‘high class’ while strutting around on display like that – or that you view not simply allowing you to have your way as ‘resisting’. You’ve sunken as low as you’re able, Queen of Connacht.”
“Oh no,” The pink haired head shook. “I can totally sink lower, I’m not even on my knees yet!” She giggled, and then tapped a finger against her cheek. “But, like, I’ve got nothing to do with you resisting, babe – you’ve been doin’ that since you got here. When I got summoned I slid into my new class, like, right away! They said I was a super natural fit, the best they’d ever seen! That’s why I’m the Queen Thot around here~” She pressed a dainty hand against her chest, almost tipping her massive breasts out of her top with the motion. “But you! Oh Sassy, you’re trying to play it all cool and stuff. Trying to act like you’re not a pair of tits and holes on legs - how dumb can you get? That’s why you’re going to end up as my sweet little footstool – when I’m not renting you out to the rest of the city!”
“Enough!” The warrior Queen’s anger was finally showing fully on her face, her glare almost comparable to that of mystic eyes. “I see now what has happened – you’ve been corrupted by this place. I should have known that not even you would abandon all of your self-respect like this. But there’s no need for concern. I shall free you from your bondage.”
“Ohhh, bondage? Kinky! I shoulda known you’d be into that kinda thing, with that tight little suit of yours~ But babe, you keep making all these big promises about taking me down – I’m starting to think you’re all talk. Come on, Sassy~” She struck a pose, running her hands through her hair and thrusting her chest forward. “Come take me down – before I rock your world and fuck your brains out~”
Hmph. Well now she definitely had to die. Normally Scathach wouldn’t find any satisfaction in destroying such a weak opponent, even with all of these tricks – but somehow, she thought she might be able to eke just a touch of joy out of this one. She raised her spear up, thrusting it before her chest, charging forward and let loose a powerful -
“Bust-her up!” Medb sang, twirling a sparkling pink finger in the air.
- yelp as her top suddenly burst open, her chest surging outwards and knocking her spear from her hands. Shocked, the Celtic warrior found herself haplessly stumbling, her already weakened stability completely shattered, and then suddenly there were warm, gentle arms encircling her, holding her up and keeping her from the ground. Medb grinned at her, their chests pressed tightly together, a hand unashamedly groping her ass. “My turn.”
“Wha-Mmph!” And then the pink haired Queen’s lips were once again locked on her opponent’s, tongue thrusting into a shocked and unresisting mouth. That strange tingle returned, but this time it was stronger, ringing through all of her head, stars of heat and pleasure exploding through her brain.
“Oops. Stunned~” She head Medb’s giggle, realizing belatedly that her mouth had been released. “That’s the danger of a good Quick down~ All those silly thoughts of yours getting jammed up in your thicc lil’ head.”
What was she… saying? Scathach tried to shake her head, dislodge the peculiar feeling of uncertainty that had gripped her thoughts. Something was wrong, very wrong, but she couldn’t think- Woah!
A quick swiping kick had scythed the warrior Queen’s legs out from under her completely, leaving her entirely at Medb’s mercy. She tried to struggle, but the haze in her head and unfamiliarity with her changed body sapped her efforts, and left her easily dominated by her rival.
“I warned you, Sassy,” The vicious Queen of Connacht laughed, giving her captive’s rear another squeeze and drawing a surprised moan from her as another warm burst of pleasure shot up her spine. “You’re all hot air – so I’mma shove that air back in your head!”
Then Scathach fell, released from her hold, and the sudden impact of the ground on her cushioned rear brought a moment’s sense back to her. She suddenly became aware of the arena around them that she had ignored, focused on her battle. Became aware of the gathered crowds up in the stands, hundreds, perhaps thousands of people sat watching, screaming and cheering as they witnessed her… defeat…? Became aware of her bodysuit laying split around her, torn open from the collar to the crotch, all but peeled off her and leaving her body, expanded chest and huge ass all, exposed for the audience to see. Became aware of Medb leaning over her, a hungry leer on her face. And became aware of the silver item between the Queen’s legs…
“Do you like it?” The pink haired bimbo asked, stroking the double ended dildo that had magically appeared inside her. “This is my Noble Phantasm – My Love~” She wiggled her hips, smiling at the way Scathach’s eyes followed the silver head from side to side, her glassy gaze trying to comprehend what she was seeing.
“Don’t feel bad for losing, Sassy,” she said, reaching down and pushing the stunned Lancer over, watching her topple backwards to the floor, the freed tits bouncing up and down. “After all,” she continued, hooking under her rival’s body with her foot and flipping her over, setting her face down on the sand, “Whores have a class disadvantage against Sluts~”
“N-nuh…” Scathach tried to rise, feebly gathering her arms underneath herself and trying to push up. She could sense something bad was about to happen, but her mind was so slow and cluttered, she couldn’t work out what to do. All she knew for sure was that she was about to lose, somehow - and to this pink haired bimbo, no less. It didn’t seem possible…
But all Medb saw was her latest conquest pushing up her fabulously bouncy behind for her. “Thanks, bitch,” she said to the invitation. “Don’t mind if I do!”
And she dove in.
Scathach’s glazed eyes crossed completely as she felt something warm and hard slide into her, a blast of unassailable pleasure blasting through her already spinning mind. A startled gasp, and then a wanton moan spilled from her lips, her back stiffening and her hips thrusting backwards without any conscious decision on her part.
“That’s the way,” Medb smiled, grabbing a firm hold on her victim’s fat ass as she thrust. “Feel it. Accept it. My power! Sassy, My Love: My Dear Whore~”
The Noble Phantasm’s true name called, its power released. An unimaginable wave of ecstasy flooded into the already weakened Lancer, slamming down into her very core. Scathach was no virgin, no stranger to the pleasures of flesh – but this was so much more than she had ever realized was possible! Her entire body had been turned into an extension of her slit, every thrust feeling like it was pounding into her mind itself.
Arse Up, Bust Up, Quick Down!
More status buffs poured into her unresisting body. The Queen of Thots panted and laughed as she felt the ass in her hands start to swell, thickening up from a weighty bubble into a properly formed heart shape, perfect for her client’s comfort.
Arse Up, Bust Up, Quick Down!
As pleasure pounded her, Scathach’s arms began to quiver and drop, all their mighty strength evaporating as she collapsed into the dirt. But her face never touched the ground – for her breasts were already pumping up and cushioning her fall. Growing from their already plumped out size, they were quickly swelling up and out, growing round and firm even as they jiggled against the floor, stiff nipples scraping against the sand and drawing yet more moans from her lips. Soon they were even bigger than her head, and the Queen of the Land of shadows had lost all hope of ever dancing through the air as gracefully as she once had. With these weights on her chest she could hardly hope to lift her spear, let alone fight with it.
Arse Up, Bust Up, Quick Down!
But all of that paled in comparison to the changes happening inside her head. If her thoughts had been slow and clogged before, they were utterly locked now, her entire mind caught in a frozen lattice of crystal stillness. She couldn’t talk, she couldn’t think, her brain completely stalled on pleasure and Medb’s magic. And yet still more poured in.
Quick Down! Quick Down! Quick Down!
There wasn’t any slower to go – she was already frozen. So instead the debuffs did the next best thing – they destroyed her ability to ever go again. Crystal formations of thoughts shattered, crushed into empty dust, taking everything that had made those thoughts in the first place with them. Braincells evaporated, thousands popping into dust with each new thrust. Her capacity for critical thought, her faculty for thinking. Memories vanished, resistance was quashed, personality dissolved. Scathach, Queen of the land of shadows, the immortal and eternal teacher of heroes, drowned in a maelstrom of pleasure and love, sinking down into the pink depths, never to be seen again.
Tongue lolling out, eyes rolled up in her head, Sassy, pet Whore of the Queen, came with a shrill cry, and collapsed on the sand, her defeat complete.
“And the winner is Medb, Queen of Thots!” Someone cried, but the words passed through her empty brain without stopping, bouncing around the inside of her skull for a bit before slipping right out the other side. She didn’t need to be told anyway – she already knew the one who had conquered her.
“Mmm, that was totally as much fun as I always hoped!” Medb sighed, pulling out and rolling the slut in front of her over. The sight of the once dignified and graceful sensei reduced to a big-titted slut, still panting and basking in the joy of being well fucked. “And now I’ve got me a new toy to play with! Let’s make sure everyone knows who you belong to…”
She walked around and knelt down, pressing her fingers against the base of her victim’s neck. There was a brief glow, and then a pink collar materialized around the woman’s throat, sealing her servitude in. As a sign of her new loyalty, that same shade of pink spread up through her hair, sweeping down through her locks and forever marking her as property of her owner.
“There. All done!” Medb giggled once more. “Now what do you say, Sassy?”
The former Scathach’s eyes fluttered, a degree of awareness returning to them – though it was an awareness utterly devoid of the intelligence that had once shone brightly there. There was no mistaking the vapid”ness that hung behind her gaze now. “Mmm… Like, thank you, my Queen! That was totally amazing~ Thanks a ton for claiming my stupid ass~ I love you so much!”
“Well duh!” Medb grinned, loving every second of her formerly dignified rival debasing herself for her. “I’m the best. And you’re my dumb little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yuh-huh!” ‘Sassy’ nodded eagerly, slowly rising to sit up on her plump ass, her tits jiggling freely. “I was so dumb I totally thought I could beat you! That’s, like, so stupid!” She giggled and flicked her pink hair back. “And now I’m totally your whore forever!”
“That’s right!” The Queen of Thots laughed and patted her new pet on the head, before taking a firmer grip. “I’m going to sell your ass out so much I’ll have to buy a second castle to keep all my money in~ But first…” Her silver Noble Phantasm vanished, leaving her legs, and the treasure that lay between them, bare. “I fucked your brains out – now you return the favour. Get that sweet tongue inside me, and don’t stop until I tell you to, whore!” And then she yanked Sassy’s head forwards, and buried her in her crotch.
Sassy, for her part, dove in eagerly, her lips above and below already drooling at the thoughts. And as her tongue slid inside her Queen’s most visited vault, just before the pleasure of doing so blew what was left of her brains out of her cunt, she had time for one final thought – about how lucky she was to have finally been defeated by such a powerful, beautiful figure.
Then the taste of her divine ruler swept through her, bliss soaking through what was left of her brain, pleasure spiking, thighs clenching, and she came what was left of her mind right out. She’d never really think again.
Another servant lost to the city of eternal bliss…
