(A Fate Grand Order TF Story – F to Inflatable Doll, F to Inflatable Lion Doll, F to Donkey, F to Lollipop, F to Bimbo Anthro Giraffe, F to Blueberry Soda, F to Blueberry)

“Come forth from the circles of binding, Guardian of History!” Gudako extended her hand towards the summoning circle, wincing as her the Command Seals on her hand flared to life.

The incantation was complete, but now came the difficult part. For this summoning, she’d tied her magical power directly into the ritual. In theory, this would feed energy from the magical Command Seals she possessed as a Master. In turn, that would lead to a powerful Servant being summoned.

Belatedly, Gudako wondered if this might result in her Servant going berserk. Part of the intent of Command Seals was to be able to control one of her Servants.

It was much too late for these concerns; however. Magical energy crystallized in the center of the room, and various monitors began to chirp as they detected the Servant to be summoned.

“Magical energy output holding steady,” one of the Chaldean staff announced calmly. Gudako felt a pang of guilt that she didn’t know all of their names – after the next mission, she’d make an effort to know more of her coworkers.

“Reactor output is stable,” another chimed.

Three of Gudako’s Servants stood at the ready. Well, to be more accurate, two of them stood, and one floated. The Assassin Cleopatra was eagerly awaiting the last queen of the Sixth Dynasty of Egypt. Nero Claudius herself stood proudly by, no doubt already having thought of something to say to a fellow ruler. And the goddess Ishtar was simply there because she was bored and wanted to spend time with her Master.

As the strongest in the room, she was the first to sense something was awry. It wasn’t proper for a goddess to panic, so she unwisely held her tongue. Still, she carefully laid a magical barrier around herself and her Master, just in case.

“Hold on…” One of the Chaldean techs muttered. “Something’s-a”

In unison, every device overloaded. Monitors flared beyond their capacity, shorting out or even shattering. Honed magical sensors exploded with thin puffs of smoke. The binding markings around the circle combusted, their flaming forms twisting to form hieroglyphs.

“Nitocris… Alter?” Cleopatra read in confusion. “I was not aware-hnk.”

Everyone in the room stiffened as though electrocuted, all save for Ishtar and Gudako. The normal humans simply crumbled away, as though they had been made of sand this entire time, and someone had just undone whatever binding had animated them.

Cleopatra and Nero were not so lucky. Both of them felt an immense pressure within their bodies, something swelling from within them, stretching them. They twitched and jerked, gasping as something overwrote their Spirit Origins, the very legends that allowed them to manifest as Servants.

All the while, that bright light in the center of the room flared brighter and brighter, a female shape within taking form.

Cleopatra’s pale lips pursed tightly into a kissing appearance, even as a glossy texture overtook them. She pawed at her face with hands that suddenly shone with latex, fingers melting into one another. Her heart hammered in her chest for a single beat more, before it faded, replaced with air.

Nero fell onto her hands and knees, forced down by a pressure that was remolding her body. Her cute face pressed out with a sound of creaking rubber. The same glossy texture was covering her body, though hers was colored gold like the fur of a lioness.

“So, I arrive in the modern world to be greeted by the whore of my country and the mad emperor, who even now clings to the appearance of another King,” spoke a cool voice. Despite its neutral tone, an undercurrent of malice laced every word.

Cleopatra and Nero both squeaked, the sound utterly inhuman. It was more like the squeak of some sort of toy. Then they were dragged towards the center of the room, their rubber feet squirking against the floor as an invisible force pulled them closer.

Nero’s throat bulged like a frog’s, only to flare out into a silly rubber ‘mane’ a moment later. It was clear that whatever was changing her didn’t want her to remain human, instead turning her into a lion. The insult was clear to Nero: she knew she resembled Artoria Pendragon. Turning into an inflatable symbol of Britain was a mockery to her visage, and to her Roman empire itself.

Cleopatra found herself mocked in another way entirely. She was indistinguishable from a common sex doll, her beautiful features now little more than ink on a cheap latex surface. Cheap. She wasn’t even well-made. Her breasts were like beach balls crudely attached to her rubber surface, and her head molded with her neck like some sort of overgrown thumb.

The light in the center of the room faded enough for Gudako to see gorgeous tanned skin and shock-white hair. The woman’s features were those of Nitocris, but her bearing was entirely wrong.

Gudako blinked, her brain catching up with what she’d observed. Cleopatra’s last words were to call this being Nitocris Alter. An Altered Servant was the inverse of who they typically would be. It stood to reason that instead of the kindhearted but just Nitocris, this Alter would be cruel and tyrannical.

Cleopatra, now a cheap sex doll, and the rubber lion Nero thumped against the new arrival’s feet. She looked down with a smile, eyes briefly scanning the room as though she was double-checking that she’d successfully dusted down the common humans. Maybe she was.

A whimper reached Gudako’s ears, and for a half-second she glanced around, to see if any of Chaldea’s staff had been spared. Then she realized the sound had come from her own throat.

Ishtar was frozen, though not from the same effect that had gripped her fellow comrades. She was horrified that something could so casually change Servants. They were supposed to be the protectors of humanity, chosen by destiny and the world itself. But now, before her eyes, two had just been reduced to cheap inflatable toys.

She knew she had to keep her Master safe. She immediately lifted a hand, firing off a bolt of magical energy that was capable of incinerating a demonic beast.

Gudako took cover as the attack kicked up a cloud of dust, and tried not to think about the very real chance she might be breathing in some of her former coworkers.

But Ishtar didn’t stop there. She was a goddess, and ‘restraint’ was hardly a part of her vocabulary. She launched another attack, and another, and another.

For a moment, Gudako allowed herself to have a glimmer of hope.

“Down, beast,” came the sound of Nitocris Alter’s voice.

Ishtar wobbled, a look of panic flitting across her face. Her feet drew lower to the floor, and her body seemed to swell. She pressed her fingers into her growing thighs, looking up to Gudako with a whimper. “What’s HAWWWWpening?”

A violent wind scattered the dust cloud, revealing a completely unblemished pharaoh. “For a goddess of Venus, your attacks held some degree of strength. However, strip a goddess of her beauty, and she becomes little more than a helpless ass.”

Ishtar whimpered, her hands flying to her throat next. She gagged and retched as her neck began to stretch, tugging her beautiful face away from her deforming body. “Don’t JAWWWWst stand there! Use a Command sEEEAWWLL or something!”

Gudako looked to her hand guiltily. It would be at least a day before her energy started to regenerate – for now, Ishtar would be on her own.

Unfortunately, the goddess’s own wasn’t nearly good enough. Her belly distended at the same time as her ass, dropping her heavily onto the ground. She huffed through her widening nostrils, sucking in more air just to cough it back out in an undignified bray.

Inwardly, Ishtar panicked. This was more than a defeat, this was a humiliation. She itched at herself desperately as gray fur itched its way along her body, as though that might help her. The more she itched, the more it spread, so much dense hair making the room feel hotter and hotter.

Her tongue slipped form her mouth, a slimy trail of her drool accompanying it. It splatted onto the floor, loud enough that her widening ears twitched towards the sound, fear gripping her heart. It was an instinctive fear, the kind that comes with being a pack animal. Much as she wanted to fight it, she couldn’t help but roll over onto her hands and knees, kicking her feet out behind her.

“HEEEAUWWW! NAWWWT DAWWNKEEEAAWW!” She sounded so stupid now. She blushed as fur crept up her neck to cover her red cheeks. Her hind legs kicked out again, and again, and again. Each time, she felt her feet compress, she felt her hands tighten. Her nails flowed like wax, wrapping around her hands and feet, thickening and compressing into heavy, clopping hooves.

Nitocris Alter strode towards the panicking girl, grabbing her hair and pressing it against the back of her neck. It attached into a shaggy mane, though her twintails cruelly remained behind her ears. Anyone would be able to look at her and recognize who the beast used to be.

“And just like that, a nuisance has been dealt with,” Nitocris Alter hummed. “But no need to be ashamed. I am more than simply Nitocris, I also wield the power of Anubis. While deadly to mortals, it seems it can have quite the amusing effect on Heroic Spirits.”

“Although,” she continued, “there is one mortal who I’ve spared.” She turned her head to where Gudako was hiding. A twitch of her finger lifted the mage into the air, pulling her to Nitocris Alter’s side.

Gudako yelped, reaching out to the new donkey as though there was anything it could do to help her.

Ishtar really wanted to, but her body had other thoughts. She was trapped inside her body, forced to obey her instincts. And these instincts currently had her shamefully scampering as far away from Nitocris Alter as possible.

“So, you are the one who summoned me to this era,” Nitocris Alter mused. “Naturally, this means that I cannot simply be rid of you. Very well, you shall accompany me as I exit this place. I have a desire to see what has become of my homeland.”

“Buh-but…” Gudako gulped, shivering as Nitocris Alter wrapped an arm around her waist. It was such a gentle gesture, but the Servant’s grip was like iron. Rather than a comfort, this embrace was a prison.

“You are about to say that the summoning ritual should have left me with knowledge of the world beyond my time? Of course it has,” Nitocris Alter clicked her tongue, “but there is a difference between knowing a fact, and seeing it with my own eyes. Consider yourself lucky that I require you to supply myself with mana.”

And that was that. She had nothing more to say to Gudako, so nothing would be said. Nitocris Alter lifted Gudako casually and strode away from the chaos of transformation she’d just caused.

Fortunately, Chaldea still had a few defenses left. Some of the overhead lights flared red, and a blaring drone filled the air. It was a clear warning to all surviving staff and Servants. The former would flee, while the latter…

The tromping of armored boots joined with a more delicate patter, a new trio of Servants bursting onto the scene to rescue their Master. Gudako’s heart leapt with joy.

One was Minamoto-no-Raikou herself, a well-endowed weapons master that had spent her life waging war against man and oni alike. One such oni was at her side, her rival, Shuten Doji. And the third on the scene was an unlikely companion: the knight-maiden Barghest.

Raikou and Barghest were two of Chaldea’s strongest swordswomen. Raiko possessed the monstrous strength of a Servant and all the skill of her lifetime, while Barghest had an additional power born from the union of her knightly desires and the monstrous canine she had been originally.

Shuten… Was Shuten. As an oni, she had power far beyond any other human. But with this power came a sadistic streak born from hedonism. Gudako had a hard time controlling the oni normally, and was a little guilty to find herself looking forward to seeing how Nitocris Alter would fare against her.

“Don’t worry, Master, we’ll…” Shuten trailed off, looking to the back of Gudako’s hand, and the complete lack of command seals upon it.

“Shuten-” Too late, Gudako realized the danger she was in. She wanted to plead with the oni, to beg her not to engage in her destructive impulses. But she was also keenly aware that she had nothing to offer Shuten. The girl was an oni, after all, and Gudako was still human. For now.

The oni smiled, eyes sliding between her Master and Nitocris Alter. “You wouldn’t happen to let me be free of my bindings, would you?” She directed the question towards Nitocris Alter, who replied with a smile.

Raikou reacted immediately. Her blade sang as it moved towards Shuten’s throat. She’d dealt with the oni enough beforehand to know what was coming. Even then, she was still too slow. It only took a thought from Nitocris Alter to sever the bond between Servant and Master.

A crackle of magical energy filled the air, and Shuten flexed with a smile of her own. She was free, finally free to do as she wanted. And right now, what she wanted was revenge. Her head dipped down, blocking Raikou’s strike with her horns.

“This one’s mine,” Shuten hissed, baring her fangs.

Barghest was slower on the uptake. She’d always been a tremendous fan of loyalty and knighthood, and wasn’t ready for any treachery from her sworn comrades. “What are-hnngh!” She shuddered as Nitocris Alter’s magic struck her form.

Raikou would have helped the knight if she could. Unfortunately, her entire body felt sluggish, like she was moving through a thick, dense liquid. Or… Worse, that her body was the thick syrup. This impression was confirmed as her sword fell through her fingers. The rest of her armor and clothes followed suit, slipping through her liquefied body.

“I hope you can feel this,” Shuten beamed at her former rival, “I’ve thought about this every day for the past year.”

“Thought abugh-glk!” Raikou literally choked on her own words. She looked down to her body, finding it was gelatinous and creamy. She could see through her belly, through her feet, down to the floor below – in time to see a large rod form, slipping upward between her legs.

Gudako gasped as Raikou was literally lifted from the ground by whatever Shuten had summoned. It was a white pole, thick and flat. It looked like it penetrated Raikou’s body up to her navel.

Raikou burned with shame, a cherry red blush spreading across her features, then across the rest of her body. She was soon a glossy crimson, and only started to shine more as she hardened.

“What are yrk.” Her face froze, mid-scolding. Then, despite looking entirely solid, her expression melted into a dopey smile, with eyes crossed to focus on her nose.

“You were never very sweet to me in life,” Shuten purred, stroking the red lollipop that had once been her greatest foe. “So I might as well make you a sweet now.”

Gudako looked to Barghest for help, only to despair as the woman convulsed. Gudako could feel energy from Nitocris Alter flowing into the blonde knight, rewriting her utterly.

“You’re a tall one. And noble, as well,” Nitocris Alter mused. She curled her hand as though she was turning a knob. And Barghest stretched.

The knight whimpered as her arms, legs, and neck all stretched like putty. Toned muscle became long and gangly, and brown spots mottled her pale skin like a pox. Soon her skin darkened too, thickening into hide.

“What’rrrhhh! You doing to meeauup?” Her words felt like they were clogged in her throat, caught by her own thickening mucus.

“Unable to recognize what you are becoming? I can work with that,” Nitocris Alter mused.

Gudako thought that wasn’t very fair. Barghest wasn’t like a normal Servant, she was born in an alternate history to Earth. And her homeland knew nothing of giraffes.

Barghest whimpered as her breasts ballooned out. They were already fairly impressive, but now they were comically huge, straining painfully against her armor. “Guh-grooOUUGH!” A low and guttural rumble started deep in her chest, rumbling out her bulging neck.

“You’re hurting her!” Gudako hated how pitiful she sounded, and how obvious her words were.

“Not much,” Nitocris Alter tutted. “But I do respect her former spirit.” She clicked her fingers, and Barghest’s magical armor puffed into blades of grass that fell down her body like snow.

Gudako gawped. Unlike what she’d first thought, Barghest wasn’t turning into an animal. Instead, she had the characteristics of one, but the figure of a horny teenager’s wet dream. Apparently this wasn’t intentional, as Nitocris Alter took on a bemused smile.

“I had intended to make you a beast with the breasts of a woman, but something in your essence itself resists me. I would study you further, had you not already begun to bore me.”

“HRRRRUUUH.” Barghest rumbled, craning her new long neck to get a better look at herself. Instead of the knightly form she was so proud of, she had turned into some kind of bimbo giraffe. “HOOUH!” It was like a cow’s mooing mixed with the trumpeting of an elephant.

Apparently it was also nostalgic for Nitocris Alter, who smiled fondly. “Careful now. All that bellowing is going to make your throat itch. Although… I have precisely the treat for that on hand.”

Barghest’s giraffe jaw distended, opening wide like a snake’s. Her eyes desperately locked onto Gudako’s, a whimper of a plea forming in her throat. Then she plunged her jaw over Raikou’s lollipop body. Her thick lips sucked at Raikou’s enormous sugar tits. Her tongue swirled along the warrior’s mouth.

To her shame, it felt incredible. She tried to bend her gangly arms, pressing her hooved fingers against her enormous breasts. She moaned around Raikou, lust overcoming her sanity first, and her intelligence next. Her eyes glazed over as she became staggeringly stupid, fixated only on shoving Raikou as far down her throat as possible.

Raikou could only see the giraffe-woman’s thick tongue. It wiped away a bit of her face at a time, and she feared what it might be like to be eaten. The fear soon dulled, as the more of her was eaten, the less of her brain remained.

“Wha… What’s…” Gudako stammered. Two of her bravest friends had fallen, and Shuten was already starting to fade away.

“Shame,” Shuten sighed, holding up a hand and watching it begin to disintegrate. “But now that our contract is broken, a Servant can’t stick around without a Master. Oh well, I’ve had my fun.” With that, she vanished completely, her smile the last part of her to vanish.

“What an interesting life you must have led,” Nitocris Alter mused. She had to speak up to be heard over the wet tongue bath Barghest was giving Raikou. “With such fascinating companions.”

“Fascinating this, you bitch!” A roar of flame rushed down the hall, though it dissipated yards before reaching Nitocris Alter’s impassive form. The heat haze cleared to reveal Gudako’s dearest friend, Jeanne D’Arc Alter.

“Jalter, no!” Gudako struggled fiercer against her bindings. “You have to run, don’t try and fight her!”

“Like hell!” Jeanne Alter readied another gout of flame, for all the good it would do her. As an Alter herself, she wielded the flames that had taken Jeanne D’Arc’s life. But even flames that could kill a Saint would do little against a God.

“Ah. This one is particularly valuable to you,” Nitocris Alter’s lips quirked into a smile. “Well, my ‘Master,’ I have excellent news. I’ve just thought of something to do with you.”

Gudako could only watch helplessly as Nitocris Alter applied her magic yet again.

It was like someone had teleported a magnet into Jeanne Alter’s chest. The armor around her body tightened, cutting off her breath. Then her arms slapped against her sides, bending at the elbows so her forearms pressed against her breastplate. Then she dropped to her knees, legs bending awkwardly behind her.

“Khhh! What the hell is this?” She wheezed, falling onto her breasts. Her armor clattered on the ground noisily. It was starting to smooth out, the delicate engravings fading away to reveal unblemished metal. Then her headdress pressed down against her skull, and she whimpered.

Its metal was flowing, spreading to cover her face, then to connect with the metal of her armor. A cylindrical shape was taking form, wrapped around Jeanne Alter’s body tightly, and getting tighter still. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it compressing her like a vise.

But instead of pain, she felt… Fluidity. It was like she had been drugged and dropped into the ocean, floating numbly, feeling waves wash across her. Her armor was little more than a hollow shell, and inside it she was dissolving away into… Something else entirely.

“What the hell did you do to her!?” Gudako wailed, looking at the quaking can on the ground. That was the best way to describe it – Jeanne Alter’s armor had turned into an oversized soda can, which gently rocked from side to side as the Servant within struggled. The rocking was slowing though, and Gudako could hear a wet sloshing within.

“I would not worry about her.” Nitocris Alter twitched a finger, and the can rose from the ground. She gestured towards Gudako, and the can floated towards the helpless mage.

“W-wha?” Gudako whimpered. “Wh-awghlk!” Her mouth opened against her will, and she craned her head back. Her eyes flitted to and fro desperately as the can loomed closer, filling her vision. The pull tab on its top lifted, clicking open the can with hiss of carbonation.

Sweet, fizzy blue liquid poured into Gudako’s mouth. She couldn’t keep herself from drinking it, one gulp at a time. With each tense of her throat, she felt more of the cool drink splashing into her gut, until she was full. But the can didn’t look nearly empty.

Jeanne Alter could feel what was happening. She could feel herself flowing out from the can of her body, down Gudako’s throat. Then… Nothingness. She panicked mentally, but her mentality faded as more and more of her was swallowed.

Gudako could tell what was happening too, thanks to her connection with her Servant. She knew that the more she drank, the less of Jeanne Alter was left. Soon the woman would be nothing more than unthinking juice in Gudako’s body.

She didn’t know whether to panic more about that or about how abominably full she was getting. Her hands pressed against her belly. She couldn’t look down to see it, but she could feel it squish beneath her touch.

“It is entirely possible for me to make you an unending magical reservoir. Though along the River Nile, we had no such fruit, your time has quite a fascinating harvest.”

Gudako realized she knew Jeanne Alter’s taste. It was blueberry. Was that what she was becoming? Was all this juice fattening her into a stupid, heavy, bloated sphere? Her cheeks flushed and she pressed her hands against her sides next, finding them round, taut, and sleek and smooth.

Jeanne Alter’s fading mind giggled stupidly. She’d long since forgotten how to panic, or even what she was worried about. But getting swallowed felt fun and tingly, and she liked that. There was a tiny part of her that screamed this was wrong and that she didn’t want to fade away, but Jeanne Alter couldn’t understand those words anyways.

Her stupidity was contagious. Nitocris Alter had no need of a thinking Master, especially not one who could scheme for a way to undo this change. Gudako kept glugging down her favorite Servant, swelling bigger, rounder.

She was… What was she? Gudako struggled to focus. She was drinking Jalter, right? But… That was good, because it meant Jalter would be a part of her forever. She could even feel all that juice inside of her splashing around. It was fizzy and that made her giggly.

“Hehe… Duhhhm… Uhmm… Whuh…” Gudako sounded weird. She sounded dumb. She didn’t like that. “Me no wanna be dummy…”

Nitocris Alter let loose a bark of laughter, placing a palm against her Master’s fat, soft belly. She rubbed it like she would an animal’s, cruel mirth dancing in her gaze. “And yet it is no longer about what you want, nor will it be again. This is what I want, and so it shall be.”

A lot of that went over Gudako’s head, but she understood that the pretty lady wanted her. That was good, right? A part of her felt it wasn’t, but that part was getting sloshed away like a sand castle too close to the tide.

Gudako’s simple blue brain wrote the most eloquent love poem she could. “Duhrr… Mommy want berry?”

Nitocris Alter simply laughed, gesturing with her hand and levitating the enormous blueberry ball. “You will do quite nicely. I can only hope you have more fascinating companions to get in my way. It would be my delight to show you to them, before removing their humanity as well.”

Rather than dread, Gudako only felt an eagerness within her, to be proudly showed off like the moronic fruit she was. So it was that, unknown to her, she began to emit a faint magical distress call, one that would surely lure the rest of her former comrades towards new, transformative fates…