[Suiting, Corruption, Brainwashing]

“Must… Must replicate Cicin suits…”

A droning mantra left a certain alchemist’s lips as she slowly looked into the electric glow in front of her. Her name was Sucrose, and she had once been a girl who wasn’t exactly social, nor had the easiest time dealing with people. It was why she had stuck to trying to learn about Alchemy, because then she could help people in her own way.

Unfortunately, the last time she tried to give somebody a helping hand, she ended up bringing nothing but misery upon herself. Not that she would currently admit that her situation was miserable. There was no way that a good girl like her could do so.

She had managed to alchemize a suit that made anybody that wore it look just like one of the Fatui Cicin mages. However, it turned out that she had been more effective than she ever could’ve imagined, because the one she had gifted the outfit to… She became a Cicin in heart and in soul.

And it was thanks to her that she now had a single job. For her Cicin Mistress, the girl that once was Eula, she was to create many more suits. Her Cicin Mistress needed many more sisters. And the only way for her to gain sisters was for more silly humans, especially those silly Knights, to wear the suits that acted like her sisters.

If there was one thing that Sucrose was good at, even with her mind and heart frozen over thanks to her Mistress… It was alchemy. And once she had made one suit, making a second wasn’t hard. Which was why there was a pile of them all laying on the ground around her. All flavored after a different element. Primarily consisting of the Cryo and Electro-styled Cicins, because those were her Mistress’ favorite sisters.

All she had to do was keep working. Her Mistress would ensure that everything fell into place. And when all the suits had been forced upon those that would dare stand against her Mistress… Then she could have her own. For now, the best she could do was wear an outfit that mimicked that of the Cicin, without any of the powers that it granted…

“Excuse me. I was looking for the Alchemist, Sucrose?”

Sucrose snapped out of her icy trance for but a brief moment as she heard a voice that wasn’t familiar. Her characteristic shyness started to bubble to the surface as she tried to hide away the pile of suits, turning around to face the visitor. She didn’t expect anybody to bother with her, only her Cicin Mistress would dare give her the time of day..!

“W-Who is it?” The green-haired alchemist asked as she peeked out of her little room. Hoping that she didn’t have to come out. She didn’t want to blow her mission. Not when she was so close to finishing her quota for the day.

Standing there, with a stern look of determination on her face, was a girl clad in a bodysuit so tight that you could practically hear the sound of it snapping against her buttocks whenever it stretched. Sucrose didn’t really recognize her, though she had heard of somebody like her arriving in the city.

“I knew it. The stars weren’t lying to me.” The girl said as she brushed her hand against her thigh, glaring into the eyes of the girl dressed as a Cicin Mage. “The Fatui have infiltrated this city more than anybody would imagine.”

Sucrose felt her heart sinking as the girl called upon a catalyst. How did she know? How could she know? She didn’t understand, she had been very quiet and careful and tried her best to avoid making anybody aware of her task. And yet here this girl was, blowing the lid off it all. What was she… What was she going to do?

“N-No, I-I… I-!” Sucrose cried out and shut her eyes, hoping for the girl in front of her to disappear. Or for somebody, anybody, to help her out…

Just as the Hydro particles flew from the girl’s hand, they froze in mid air. Prompting the mysterious girl to flinch and back away, glaring as she tried to spot the one that had suddenly put her on the back foot.

“Silly little girl.” An ethereal voice echoed from behind Sucrose, as a cute little icy Cicin crawled out of her hood. The sign of her Mistress having kept an eye on her the entire time…

And not a moment later, a burst of ice emerged in front of her. Bringing with it the Icy Cicin Mage that had converted her into a loyal minion. “You were so careful. And yet somebody decided that they didn’t want to play along and tried to reveal us way too soon.” She chimed, frowning a little before turning towards Sucrose and smiling from ear to ear. “But don’t worry, my dear little girl. I’ll make sure she finds her place amongst us. As a sister, not as an enemy.”

“You’re leaving yourself open. A far cry from the normal Cicin Mages.” The girl with the catalyst spoke up, before sending forth a bubble filled with her energies. Even if it popped, it would do damage once it got close enough.

Unfortunately, it didn’t get very far. Because many more of those adorable little Cicins flew around the icy Cicin Mage, freezing the bubble and rendering it inert. “You rude little thing. What’s your name? I want to know it, before you become another cute Cicin Mage sister.” She giggled, licking her lips a little. All while the residual memories of the girl that served as her ‘host’ started to flow into her mind. “Ahhhh… You’re that girl… The one who’s always poor, how sad!”

“An Astrologer does not need money!” The girl cried out as her nerve had been struck, gritting her teeth as she adjusted her hat. “I am Mona Megistus! The stars show me victory, and you will find nothing but defeat in the face of my Astrology!” Even though the Cicin Mage had an edge up due to the elements being in her favor, Mona would not back down. Not after her powers had been insulted like this!

The icy Cicin Mage giggled at the determination and anger flaring up inside the Astrologer. All while she motioned towards her dear little girl, giving her a silent command. “You’re poor, both with your money and with your sense. You should know better than to fight somebody better than you!”

Mona grit her teeth as she let her magic sling forth. But every attack was stopped ahead of time by those icy Cicin that flew around the Mage. “Better? You just abuse those awful bats to try and gain an advantage! They’ll falter, my victory is in the stars!”

The icy Cicin Mage licked her lips a little as she sent her Cicin toward the girl, giggling all the while. “Did you think to examine those stars of yours a little closer? Who’s saying you’ll win like this?” She teased, attempting to plant a tiny seed of doubt within the Astrologist’s mind.

Mona was having none of it. And while she couldn’t strike those bats without her attacks turning into harmless icy pebbles, she could dash past them and strike directly at the Mage herself. True, her physical condition had seen better days, but a single strike would be enough to knock her off center. Then she could pepper her with more than enough of her magic until she’d be felled!

“Like I said. Poor with your money, and poor with sense.”

At that moment, when she tried to strike at the Cicin Mage, she disappeared. And instead of striking at her body, she struck at the visage of an Electro Cicin Mage, one that the green-haired Alchemist held up as she had been hiding behind her Mistress.

“What is that thing!?” Mona shouted as she looked at the visage more closely, while her arm made contact with it. It was like a hollowed out version of one of those foul women… Wait, was that why the Cicin Mage knew that she was poor!? Who was inside her!?

“B-Become one of Mistress’ Sisters!” Sucrose cried out as she tossed the rest of the suit onto the Astrologist, pouring a bit of her Anemo energy into it to help it coil around her. Anything to help her Cicin Mistress out!

Mona let out a frustrated groan as the suit tried to wrap around her. It was definitely alive. Which meant that there had to be somebody inside that other Cicin Mage… And that meant she’d be stuck inside one herself as well. If she didn’t do something, then-

“Ah-ah.”

Her idea was to try and sink into the ground, turning herself into water to try and phase away and gather her bearings. Maybe even alert those knights to turn the tide. But the icy Cicin Mage had thought two steps ahead, because Mona found that her feet had been completely frozen over. And there was no way for her to get her feet free at this point without risking something worse.

“B-But the stars! The stars told me that I’d be victorious!” Mona cried out in disbelief as the suit opened up and forced itself around her body. Her legs, her arms, her torso, all being pulled into that nice purple woman’s body. No matter how hard she tried to struggle, she was utterly unable to stop it from snapping shut around her.

The only thing that hadn’t been pulled into the suit was her head. Her adorable face was left untouched, as the icy Cicin Mage giggled and stepped a bit closer, every step making the ground underneath freeze ever slightly.

“I told you. You should’ve looked closer at those stars you’re so devoted to.” The Cicin Mage giggled as she rubbed her hand against Mona’s cheek. “They weren’t talking about this fight. They were talking about your new role as an agent of the Tsaritsa. Together, we shall make her proud. You, me, and that precious little girl making so many more sisters for us. It’ll be wonderful…”

Mona wanted to curse back at her. She wanted to destroy her. But her faith in her ability to win had been shaken by this fight. And if the stars were truly right, then how could she possibly fight back?

It was when that despair started to seep into her heart that the Electro Cicin Mage head snapped around her head, covering her with the same adorable hoodied and masked face that decorated all the other cheeky mages.

She tried to struggle. She tried to break free. But the more she tried to fight back against her containment, the stronger it became. Even when she tried to use her power, it only made things worse.

*ZAP*

Even just calling upon her Hydro abilities was enough to make the suit’s inherent Electro affinity zap its way through her completely, ruining her concentration and leaving her in a worse state than before. She tried again and again. The despair washing over her preventing her from realizing her folly.

Her destiny to win as an Electro Cicin Mage had been sealed. Any futile attempts to fight back against it just resulted in her brain and her body receiving quite the powerful shock. Only after she had tried and failed did she end up accidently shocking her brain so hard that her body grew limp, the newly suited Electro Cicin Mage slumping over as her ‘host’ passed out.

Not for long however, as she started giggling as the electricity started to merge together with Mona’s brain. And thanks to that, she was right as rain, allowing the Electro Cicin Mage to do whatever she wanted. Which just so happened to be kissing her fellow Cicin Mage right on the cheek. “Thanks for the body, Sis!”

“You’re welcome, dear.” The Cryo Cicin Mage giggled, trembling a little after the shock of her sister’s kiss poured through her. “But you have to thank somebody else. Our dearest little girl…”

Both of the Cicin Mages turned towards the girl dressed like them, and Sucrose could feel her thighs growing wet as she now had two Cicin Mistresses to tend to...