(2nd Person TG, You to Jeanne Alter)

The girl across from you smiles. It sends a shiver down your spine, because it’s your smile. But it’s not just her smile, it’s everything about her. She might look different than you, but she is you. Even with her orange hair and golden eyes, you can see yourself in that reflection.

Still, that’s where the similarities end. You’re dressed in an all-white Chaldean uniform, while she sports a black outfit that seems better-suited for combat. She seems a little more toned than you are, and there’s a scar on her exposed midriff that makes you feel queasy to look at. It’s like you can feel it on your own stomach, but the thought of what made that wound is too much.

You turn from her to the more familiar figure to her left. She looks one of your Servants. Her hair is purple, tied with a red ribbon. Her outfit matches, with a black cloak and a white leotard. But even then, something about her is foreign. It’s like déjà vu and jamais vu in the same breath. Her smile is a bit sharper; her eyes a bit redder. Her breasts-

“It’s rude to stare, you know,” BB says with another of those cutting smiles.

Crap. You feel guilty about that, but can’t help but crack a wary smile. “I can’t help it. This whole idea that there’s other universes out there is…”

“I get it,” your not-twin chuckles. “It took me a while to understand too. But, once I did, it opened so many, many possibilities.”

You nod. “There’s so much we can do together, we can support each other in combat and really save humanity from the Pseudo-Singularities!”

For once, you’re hopeful for the future. It’s been so long since you’ve even thought about standing a chance. But this girl, she looks strong. She looks experienced. You’re sure that side-by-side, you two can seize humanity’s future.

“Pseudo-Singularities? Wow, you really are behind me, aren’t you.” As the other Master speaks, she walks around you, eyeing you. You can’t help but feel like a seal that’s facing a shark. “BB? Explain.”

To your surprise, the mercurial AI doesn’t reply with a barb or a quip. She motions towards you with a gloved hand. “He’s currently investigating Shinjuku, you see. That means that memories of her are sure to be vivid in his mind.”

“Memories of who?” You ask. It’s like you’re not in the room. Or worse—like you are, and you’re simply too insignificant to heed.

The other Master nods to herself. “Fair enough. I suppose that will do.” She struts back in front of you, but there’s a look in her eye that you’ve never seen on your own face before. It’s cold, yet not hostile in the slightest. It really is like she’s looking at you as something other than human.

“I think,” you take a breath to steel yourself. “I think I’d like you both to leave now.”

“Master, the materials are talking,” BB laughs. She twirls her fingers, and your lips snap shut. Your arms snap to your sides, keeping you from casting any spells. “Should I begin?”

“Not yet.” The look in your not-twin’s eyes soften somewhat. “I’d like to let him know, first.”

“Why? It’s not like he’s going to exist for much longer.” BB looks away from you, but the invisible hands binding you don’t ease up.

Your heart hammers. You look around your room, but you can’t reach the door, can’t move. Is this really it? Did she come here to kill you? Your eyes lock on the orange-haired girl, who laughs.

“BB! You’re scaring him.”

“And I restate my point…” BB sighs.

“It’s important that I remember,” retorts the girl, “and that he knows who I am. What he’s giving up. And why. Let him go, but seal off the room.”

“Your wish is my command.” BB motions with a hand, and you’re free—but not really.

You want to run, but you know from your own BB that escape really isn’t an option at this point. And given how much stronger this BB looks, you doubt you’d even land a punch on her Master. The only thing left is to talk this girl out of whatever she has planned.

“Don’t.” She lifts a finger to your lips. “I’m Gudako, and we’ll have a lot of time to know each other soon. My world, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, is from a future you’ll never meet.”

Her words are contrary, but there’s no lie in them. She can see your confusion, and her finger presses a little firmer.

“I need you to make my dream a reality. So, I’m sorry for this, but I need you to picture Jeanne Alter.” As she speaks, the red Command Seals on her hand flash.

A girl with pale skin, yellow eyes, and an arrogant smile. She always dresses in black, with large and heavy breasts and soft thighs that hide her strength. She looks mean, and has been your enemy in the past, but you’re sure that there’s some good in her. After all, a mirror of Jeanne D’Arc can’t be bad, can she?

That was weird. “What just…” Your hand presses against your forehead, and comes away with a few drops of sweat. “Did you just make me think about Jalter?”

“Oh, you’re on a nickname basis with her. That’s perfect!” Gudako claps her hands, then leans in towards you. “And what was the first thing to cross your mind, hm? Was it the boobs? I bet it was her milkers, right?”

You blink, and look to BB in confusion.

“Oh, huh. Her real personality’s coming out. What a treat.” BB sighs, dropping herself on your bed. She pulls a tablet from her cloak and starts playing some game on it idly.

Gudako’s warm hand cups under your chin and tugs your face towards hers. She looks at you closely, as thoroughly as any doctor you’ve had in your life. “Eyes over here. Was it not the boobs, really? Weird, I thought for sure that a guy like you would go crazy for them.”

A cold rush passes along your skin. It’s like wading into a pool on a hot summer’s day, but it’s everywhere at the same time. Your muscles soften, but you feel them get stronger somehow. It makes some sense given how often you carry a banner around… Or do you?

Your eyes burn and you blink again and again, tears budding at the corners of your vision. You swear that there’s more eyelash than you’re used to, but then again you’ve never been the type to try and tidy them with makeup.

“Something’s wrong,” you try and pull back, but Gudako holds your face in place. Her smile’s grown as wide as you’d think humanly possible. She stares deep at your eyes, before looking at the rest of you.

“No, something’s right! Hey, BB, this is awesome! It’s really working, it’s really working!”

She’s ignoring you again. She’s talking to BB like you’re not even there. It really, really pisses you off. You bite at your bottom lip, which swells. It gets softer, and so does your upper lip. You don’t even notice how heavier they are when you bark out a sharp cry.

“Stop ignoring me, assholes!” Wow. That felt good. A cocky smile spreads across your face. You stomp your boot on the ground and the rubber makes a somewhat weak thump against your tiled floor. “Listen, this is my damn world, and I said I want you out!”

“Out? My, my… Do you really think that you’re making the rules here?” Gudako motions to the Command Seals on her hand.

You take a step back, and the metal of your boots scuffs the floor. “Hey, hold on, Master!” You lift your hands to forestall her from doing anything, and you just now notice that you’re wearing jet-black gauntlets. It’s an odd thing to notice, considering they go with the rest of your armor, you think.

Your pants split and flow into a silky black dress that shows off your pale thighs. Your shirt parts around the armor beneath it, turning into a black-furred cloak that presses against your calves. A faint weight presses against your head as your new tiara settles in.

Something isn’t right. That girl is a Master, sure. But so are you, right? You’re sure of it. And what, this punk thinks she’s going to intimidate you? Yeah, right.

You take a step forward, armor quietly clinking. The damned AI on your bed looks up from her tablet. Good. Let her be afraid. She has every right to be, after all. “Damn straight I do. It’s my room, Master.”

“Calm your tits, panda,” Gudako giggles, bouncing eagerly despite her words.

You’re confused and angry, and being confused sucks. So you decide to be angry instead. “The hell are you talking about? I don’t have any tits!” You thump your hand against the large, exaggerated breasts sculpted on your armor. “Even if it might looks like I dooOOO!”

Pleasure grips your body like a vise as two heavy, soft breasts swell from your chest. Your sensitive nipples press against the cool metal of your plate, and you regret not putting a bra on this morning, even if it wouldn’t make sense to wear one because you’re a guy. Still, having one might keep your breasts from heaving as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Sure you don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You glare. “You calling me a washboard!?” Shouting is hurting your voice, making it softer, huskier, lighter. You give your throat a brief respite, lifting a fist instead—and Gudako flinches back.

Your heart clenches. Your hand relaxes, and you look to it in guilty shock. “Ah… I mean…” You look back and see her grinning impishly at you. That bitch was playing you! “Hey! Stop jerking me around, damn it!”

You clomp a boot against the ground again and this time it’s enough to make your pale thighs wobble. They’re not what you’d call fat—but you’re not sure if anyone else would show you that same kindness. Not that you’d care. You like how smooth and squishy they are, damn it.

You notice that Gudako’s been laughing at you, and you look back to her. Weird, have you always been so narcissistic? Then again, you have every right to be. You’re awesome, after all.

“Sorry, sorry, I just had to make sure that my sweet Jalter was in there. It’s no fun if you’re all fire, you know.” Gudako reaches up, stroking your cheek. You don’t pull away. Her hand feels nice, and you’ll greedily claim her touch for yourself.

“Wait.” Something about that last bit didn’t quite sit right. “The hell are you talking about, ‘your Jalter?’ I’m not Jalter, and I sure as hell don’t belong to anyone!”

Gudako spins you towards the mirror on your wall, letting you soak in a good look. Your golden eyes flutter as you see that you look a hell of a lot like Jeanne D’Arc, which makes sense given that you’re her Alter. Or… Not?

You press your slender fingers against your head, struggling to focus. Something’s there, you’re sure of it. But what? It’s not like you to forget things like this, which means it has to be Gudako’s fault. But it’s not like a Master would do that to you. You think. You’re just a Servant, after all.

“Confused? Let’s make it simpler. Gudako walks up to you, pressing a hand between your legs. She hikes her shoulders, threatening to lift you by your crotch.

You grab onto her, shuddering in—you don’t know what. Pain? Pleasure? Pressure. It’s pressure. It’s a feeling that drives you to roll your hips towards her palm, and that only makes her smile wider.

“Good girl.” As you debase one of her palms, she reaches up with the other, trailing her fingers along your thin eyebrows.

“I’mmhhuh… I’m not a guuh!” You can’t talk right. The pressure is building, and building, and building. Every nerve of your body is begging for more. There’s a hole inside of you, an empty, desperate, hungry void deep in your womb that craves whatever this is.

It’s need. It’s hunger. You paw at her feebly and she smiles which only makes it all so much worse. You can’t contain yourself, and right now being with Gudako feels so good that you wonder why you’d ever bother.

“Go ahead. I’ll let you finish before you answer.” Gudako strokes your collar, her thumb pausing at your throat. She presses, just a little, not enough to choke you but enough to remind you who the Master is.

The pressure pops. You scream as everything spills away, an old life gushing away from a new brain. It’s a world that’s in your Master’s palm, dripping onto the floor to be forgotten.

Your soft thighs clench around Gudako’s hand as she thumbs you harder, pressing against a bud that had been a shaft a moment ago. Her fingers tense against your lips, and you put more of your weight against them, sagging against her, gasping with pleasure.

She seems proud of that, and her clean hand rubs at your creamy, soft thighs. You can’t help but be a little embarrassed at how jiggly they are for the warrior you’re supposed to be. But you know she likes them this way, so you’re happy to rest in this moment, stealing another few seconds with her.

Oh. Wait. She’s waiting for you to reply.

“I’m not good… Master…” You blush, struggling to catch your breath. Your cheeks burn with a bit of embarrassment at having let her see you like that.

“Aw, I think you are.” She pulls her hand from you, reaching it towards your cheek. You look at it sidelong and blow a puff of heat towards it, unknowingly drying away the last traces of a man you’ll never remember. Then her warmed fingers press against you, turning your head towards the mirror. “Well, almost.”

You don’t get it. You look great. You’re gorgeous, dark, brooding. Kick-ass in every sense of the word. No way in hell anyone would want to mess with your Master like this.

Gudako leans in closer. You feel her breasts press against your arm and it’s all you can do to not take her into your embrace. “Jalter has white hair.”

Your scalp tingles, a rush of white spreading from root to tip. Your hair straightens and grows, flowing past your ears until it tickles the nape of your neck. “The hell are you talking about?” You look at your reflection dubiously.

“Oh, nothing much…” Gudako smiles to herself, then hops away from you with a giggle, clapping her hands. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

You feel a rush of pride at that, even if you don’t get it.

She turns her back to you. “BB, you’re the best! I couldn’t summon her normally, but you really gave me a Jalter of my own! Thank you!”

Oh. Oh, that does not feel good at all. You grab Master’s shoulder and yank her around to face you. “Hey. Eyes on the prize, dumbass.” You sneer over her shoulder at BB, then look down to find Gudako fixing you with a cool look.

It hurts. You thought she was your Master, even a friend. But she’s looking at you like you’re some kind of object. Flames lick along your back, as dark as your soul.

“I’m not into that toxic jealousy vibe,” Gudako brushes your grip off, the back of her hand glowing. “So I want you to think about the you that danced with me.”

You scoff. “We haven’t danced, are you high?” You should’ve known she’d betray you, just like everyone else. You were an idiot to think that she might have cared, that she thought of you as anything other than a toy. Might as well burn her and end it here.

“He hadn’t gotten that far, Master,” BB calls. “Just tell your new toy how to think instead, I’m bored.”

Maybe you’ll take care of that pest first. You look past Gudako, lifting a hand. “This is the howl of a soul filled with hatred,” you call out your Noble Phantasm, ready to incinerate the AI where she lies.

“Dumber.”

You pause at Gudako’s word, brain scrambling to understand what she’s saying. No, actually, it’s just scrambling. Higher thoughts are fleeing from your head in favor of passions like fighting and drawing. “Hey, hold on Master, what’re you doing to me I’m feeling funny Jalter can’t get dumber what-”

“Obedient.”

Your lips clamp shut. You don’t want to interrupt her, because that would be rude. You’ll talk after she does, unless there’s something she wants you to do. Just the thought of obeying her makes you tingle, and that emptiness returns inside you.

“Cutely tsundere.”

You feel so good around her, even if you’ll never admit it. Maybe one day… No, there’s no way, right? It’s not like she’ll take you just for herself, would she? Your cheeks redden at the thought and the flames around you sputter and die. It’s too much to think about being with Master forever, even if you were smart you couldn’t concentrate on anything but her.

“Ditch the armor for a dress.”

You sway your hips as your purple dress flares out. It swishes around your ankles as you sway gently to and fro, tickling your thighs. Your breasts practically spill from its décolletage, a word you only know because your Master keeps teasing you with it. The metal tiara on your head simply fades away, and you forget it was even there.

“Longer hair.”

You run your silk-gloved hands through your short-cropped hair, letting it spill down your back. Your bangs bob slightly but don’t flow anything like the rest of your magnificent, smooth, silky hair. It reaches to your ankles, and you give it a small shake, feeling its weight tug gently against your scalp. Normally you’ll have it tied into a ponytail, but Master said she likes this look on you, and you hope she’ll say it again—not that that would make you feel good or anything.

“Needy and addicted to me.”

You thought you were blushing before. You had no idea. This is painfully good, the company of the person you care about most in the world. Best of all, you’re sure she feels the same from how she’s smiling now. That’s good. You want that smile to be around forever. You can’t ever imagine leaving your Master’s side.

That hunger from before is too intense to resist. You know it’s bad, really bad if she catches on that you like her. But maybe just a little indulgence wouldn’t hurt. You quietly, discreetly take her arm and hug it between your breasts. No way she’ll notice that.

“Perfect.”

You melt and press your lips to her cheeks. That felt like as much of an ending of her sentence as anything, so you hug up to her tightly and whimper. “Master, uh, Jalter’s sorry about what happened earlier, she really didn’t mean to do anything bad! She just felt really hurt that you were looking at BB so much—not that it bothers Jalter or anything!”

Master coos and pets your head, rubbing the backs of your ears. Then she brings her hands lower, stroking your thighs. Her fingers squeeze and knead them, and you get the feeling that if you were alone she’d be teasing you about how they resemble marshmallows. But you can’t quite put it into words, instead mewling pitifully against her.

“Hmm… Actually, a bit smarter, a bit less tsun.” She taps your head and you feel something inside your brain light up. You hug her tighter and possessively, rubbing your nose against hers.

“How gracious of you,” BB sardonically drawls from the bed. She’s a meanie, but your Master likes her and you have room to share.

“I like to think I am,” Master chuckles.

You nod so hard that your hair flows into rippling waves that spank your soft butt gently. “I agree! Master’s the best, and she’s mine. So paws off, you cybernetic slut.”

“Really couldn’t’ve left her dumb…” BB sighs, making as little sense as usual. She hops from the bed and trails a finger down the air, like she’s unzipping reality. No, actually, that’s literally what she’s doing. A window into a familiar world that looks just like this one has opened up, and Master tugs you towards it.

“Hey, ready to go back to Chaldea?” She asks. It’s a silly question, on the surface. After all, you’re in Chaldea now. But you know this isn’t quite right. It’s not where Master belongs, and therefore it’s not where you belong.

“Of course. And… Master?” You don’t know why, but something in you tells you it’s right. “I love you.” Your heart flutters, and you hope that you didn’t just say the wrong thing.

A weird look flitters across her face. It’s surprised, and even a little guilty. Then it passes, and is replaced with an earnest smile. “I love you too, Jalter. Now come on, we’ve got to save our reality… Maybe after getting you a sister.”

That last part was a tiny bit annoying, but you follow her like a puppy on a leash. No matter what happens, she’s your Master, and you’re going to protect her. After all, you’re her Jeanne D’Arc Alter.