[Corruption, Twinning, TFTG]

It was Halloween in Chaldea. And things had already heated up, considering a majority of the Servants were busy reenacting some twisted version of Cinderella thanks to Liz getting into trouble once again. But not everyone were busy with something as silly as a reenactment. Some were still trying to keep true to the spirit of Halloween.

One of said Servants doing her best to act in the spirit of the season was the newly arrived Foreigner, Jacques de Molay. While she had been a man in life, upon incarnating into the throne she had been hijacked by influences beyond human comprehension. And when she incarnated into the halls of Chaldea, she now served something greater than a simple demon.

But even she wanted to just sit back and relax. Her unholy worship could wait. She had a holiday to enjoy, which was why she was currently in the kitchen, carefully, slowly preparing her-

"Aha! There she is! That foul would-be-Templar! Medea, come hither! We must apprehend her before she does something terrible!"

"Since when do you think I actively want to help you, gorilla? That being said, you're right. Molay, you're stepping out of line. We do things a certain way here at Chaldea, and your name hasn't come up yet."

Molay looked towards the two that had decided to barge in on her little pet project. The Knight of the Sun, Gawain, and the Witch, Medea. "What? I was just trying to make a few treats for the kiddies. I'm innocent, honest!" The tainted Templar cried out as she held her hands up, accidently spilling a bit of that syrup that she had been pouring into the delicate forms on the baking sheet down onto her breast. Making her tremble as a result, moaning as the warm liquid started to tickle her delicate skin...

"Treats?" Gawain asked as he started to sniff through the air. Why yes, it did seem that things smelled rather sugary in here. Maybe a bit too sugary. "So you consider yourself a cook, Templar? Why, you should've told me sooner! There's much that I want to share from my homeland!" His misgivings about the Foreigner melted away in an instant as he almost completely ignored any possible ulterior motive the woman could've had. Why would he care about something like that, when there was a fellow cook in the kitchen? Ignoring the fact that he could hardly be considered a cook with the kind of dishes that he had previously tried to make...

Medea shook her head. He really was a gorilla. He thought with nothing but the front part of his brain. "What exactly are you planning, Molay? Your fellow Foreigners knew better than to corrupt the youth. Even those that were still young themselves didn't want to do something like that. What exactly do you get out of feeding them candy?"

"Nothing." Molay said with an honest smile, slowly wiping the syrup off her chest as she licked her finger clean. Mmm. Still nice and fresh. "I wouldn't trust a Witch like you to know what charity means. But before I gave myself to the Black Goat, I cherished the Children that believed in us. Of course, our cause was but a farce, but I still put up appearances. It's all part of being a good worshipper. Be hidden in plain sight."

Gawain laughed at the Foreigner's bold approach. "I like your style, Templar! But if you were more honest with your worship, perhaps you would not have met that unfortunate end!" The gorilla posing as a man laughed, trembling a tiny bit. Strange, the sweet scent didn't just come from the syrupy treats on the baking tray...

Medea was quick to pick up on this as well. The scent in the air was... Tainted. What exactly had the Templar been doing? "Tell me then, Molay. Did you influence those children in any way? If you want to be hidden in plain sight, you'd definitely try to recruit them from a young age, even if they didn't think they were being recruited." She had to put her hand up to her face to stop herself from inhaling even more of that stuff. All so she could focus on the matter at hand.

"I did nothing. They all came to me willingly once they grew old enough." Molay explained as she leaned over the counter she had been preparing those sweets on, carefully placing the ornate syrup bottle on her breasts as she carefully tipped it over and poured into a corn-shaped form. "Of course, they couldn't resist my pull. They had been bathed in my influence from the moment they met me. Just like you two have. Did you really think you could just come and interrupt my private baking time, knowing what I represent?"

That was all that Medea needed to hear. She understood completely. She had ignored that there could possibly be another source of corruption than the one right in front of her, as her eyes darted around and quickly realized the sheer amount of pumpkins decorating the kitchen. Not only that, but they weren't lit up in the traditional sense. They were brimming with dark energies. They were... They were lit using something that wasn't just a flame.

"You tricky woman..." Gawain cried out a bit as he felt his body growing way warmer as he started to draw Galatine from his waist. But the second he tried to squeeze his hand around it, he started to feel weak. Like he should be doing something else with those hands. Something more... Intimate. Those hands weren't meant for swinging something so brutal around. They were meant for...

Servicing...

"Just stay there, Medea." Molay said as she licked her lips, her disguised skintone wilting away as she grew as darkened as the Black Goat she worshipped, grey skin reaching all the way from her head to her toes while a set of wicked succubus-like horns grew from her skull. "Unless you want to interrupt. I'm sure you'd hate to see yet another man, even one as detestable as this one, be taken away from you..?"

Medea just grit her teeth as her cheeks flushed red. The smell in the air... It was something that she hadn't quite been able to pinpoint. She knew that it had to be connected to Molay's body, because it smelled like her. But she couldn't figure out what it specifically was. What was she missing..?

Gawain's eyes were growing blurrier the more he smelled the nice scent in the air. He was sweating a whole lot too, basically cooking himself inside his armor. He wanted it off. But he couldn't pry it off with his strength having left him. If only he had a little bit of help. Then...

"Pray to her." Molay whispered into the sweating man's ear, as she slowly, carefully, started to tip her syrup onto the front of his armor. The armor deepened in color until it was just as black as the flimsy dress adorning the Foreigner's body. "Pray to Shub-Niggurath. And the Black Goat will set you free." She whispered, her sensual tone traveling through the Saber's ear all the way into his brain, where her words started to coil around it so possessively...

Gawain was a strong Knight of the Round Table. He was a man who had done much for his King. But the onslaught of the scented candles. The sweet smell of that syrup... And the poisonous words of the woman by his side... He could resist some of it. He couldn't resist all of it.

He put his hands together. And he offered a single prayer to this so-called Black Goat. To free him from his shackles. To free him from his overheating body. A simple request that he thought wouldn't be twisted into a malicious context.

How wrong he was. The moment he gave an inch, a mile was taken from him. His armor shattered cleanly off his body courtesy of the slight crack that the syrup had formed in it. Leaving him completely and utterly naked, though absolutely covered in sweat. His masculinity was on full display, his manhood standing tall.

Then it started to shrink. It started to slowly but surely sink into him, all while he felt his sweat warming him even further. His skin turned the same shade of dark grey as the Foreigner by his side. And he could feel it. He could feel something greater than himself. That presence was why he felt his masculinity slowly fading away.

Gawain accepted it as his desperate expression melted into pure bliss, his cock slipping into his newly formed folds as there was no manhood left to speak of. As the sweat slowly started to clear off his body, his chest stated to push outward. Large, voluptuous breasts. The mark of a devotee. A fertile devotee that would spread the good word of Shub-Niggurath...

And his transformation into a tainted woman, who was not nearly as twisted as the one that had ruined her, was complete as she slowly started to drool the same kind of thick and sweet-scented syrup from her lower lips. The first moment of pure ecstacy revealed the truth. She hadn't been smelling something sweet. The answer was in plain sight all along. Molay's wonderful scheme was as bare as the former Knight's bountiful breasts.

Gawain slowly licked her lips as she fell down on her knees, and like the corrupted soul she had become, she started to play with her slit. Fingering herself, dragging a bit of that corruptive nectar up her body and licking it clean off her fingertips before repeating the process over again. Just a tiny taste wasn't enough.

Medea had watched it all.. And she too had collapsed, especially once she realized that the candles' scent and the sweets themselves were made from the Templar's pussy juices. That was what she was going to feed everyone..!?

"You were this close, Medea. And I even gave you a lot of hints." Molay chimed as she let the horny corrupted Saber play with herself, turning her focus to the Caster. "But you know. It's time for your baptism. Are you ready to join us? Ready to be one of Shub-Niggurath's precious followers?"

She didn't give Medea the time to answer. But the look on her face made it clear that the Witch was ready, as she looked straight up at the pussy drooling more of that syrup down the Foreigner's thighs.

Medea put her face up to that unholy hole. Just like she knew she'd be ordered to. And then she sat still as the sweet nectar of the corrupted Templar poured down her face, her skin turning the same darkened color as she let Shub-Niggurath into her body and soul.

She held her hands together, praying. It wasn't her original intent. But as she was invaded by this influence, this power beyond her control.. She couldn't do anything else. Especially as her cloak fell off her body, revealing her hair as it turned a lighter shade of grey, just like the Templar's.

Although she could move, although she could get away... There was no point. Her soul had already been tainted by the scent of this wonderful hole. And as it stained more and more of her body, she just shivered as her smile started to twist into a wicked grin. She felt evil itself pouring into and out of every single part of her form. She wanted more... Much, much more.

Medea left a single kiss on that awaiting set of lips, before pulling back as she licked herself clean. She slowly but surely got up onto her feet, having ended up just as naked as the former Knight as they now both looked like they had become the Templar's near identical twins. The only difference between the three was the style of their hair, and the size of their assets. Nobody would be able to tell them apart at a glance, which was what Molay had hoped for.

"Now then, since you rudely interrupted me... How about we finish baking those treats? I'm sure once they all finish their silly reinactment, they'll want to bury themselves in sweet goodness. And when they do... Their hearts will fall, thanks to how much they've indulged in their sins." Molay giggled as she laid her plans bare... And the Foreigner's followers did as well, as their pussies all started to drool.

They had a lot to do, to truly indulge the Heroes and their gluttony.