(FGO TF, F to Pig)

“Is something troubling you, my wife?” The question was spoken cooly and levelly, as befitted Chaldea’s self-proclaimed finest Berserker, Morgan Le Fay.

Normally, Gudako would have found her Servant’s question to be endearing. At some times, it would even have been romantic. But today, she was in no mood. After all, she’d just spent the past three hours acting as a footstool for Morgan’s daughter.

Normally, Gudako would have kept her irritation healthily repressed. But that last three hours had given her a hell of a lot to say.

Normally… Well, by now the point had been made. Along with many other points, as Gudako ranted at length.

Morgan’s eyes narrowed slightly as she heard of her daughter’s misbehavior. Even as a Berserker, she was a fair ruler, and did not once interrupt her Master. She continued to nod, her brow furrowing slightly, a thoughtful frown appearing on her face.

Finally, Gudako had run out of things to say, and/or air in her lungs. She sucked in a few deep lungfuls of air, looking up to Morgan with a small smile. “Sorry, I guess I was a little worked up.”

“For good reason. It appears that Baobhan Sith has allowed Chaldea to compromise her royal standing,” Morgan mused, “and for that, she’ll need to be punished.”

Gudako flinched. “Hold on, just because Sith annoyed me… I mean, what I’m saying is, you don’t need to go that far. Right?”

Morgan laughed, though the sound did little to ease Gudako’s nerves. “My dear wife, you haven’t even heard of the punishment.”

“Yes, but, meaning no offense, your highness,” Gudako paused at a slight flicker in Morgan’s expression, “My highness, I mean?”

Morgan nodded, smiling pleasantly.

“… My highness, uhm… Meaning no offense,” she worked for a moment to get back on track. “You’re from medieval England, and the punishments in that era weren’t exactly… Humane.”

“Not to worry, dearest.” Morgan reached into her robes, pulling out a wooden rod with a heart engraved on the tip. “You may have forgotten, I hail from a fae timeline, so our dealings are more magical than physical. This is the Rod of Discipline, and Sith should know it very well.”

“And… Oh, you want me to have it, um, thank you,” Gudako looked down to the wand as it was pressed into her hands. “So, um… to use it, I just…”

Morgan laughed again. This time, the sound was warmer, a pleasant melody to the tune. “Use it? I simply wanted to give my daughter a scare. Though, if you want to use it, you need only point it at her and apply a modicum of magical current.”

For a moment, Gudako wanted to question Morgan further. Gudako wasn’t the most competent mage in the Clock Tower, and what a legendary hero would consider a ‘modicum’ might well end up being a normal human’s lifespan. But Morgan had given these instructions to her specifically, and doubtless would have factored Gudako’s own humanity into the equation.

So instead, Gudako nodded, turning back towards Sith’s room with a purpose, and a vengeance. The regal clacking of Morgan’s heels followed her down the hall, and Gudako could almost perfectly picture the smile on her face.

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“Hey Master, back for round twoooohhooheey Mother!” Sith’s face flickered through a half-dozen expressions in as many seconds, the pale girl’s smirk now replaced with a look of horror. “What brings you here?”

“Need I a reason to visit my daughter?” Morgan chuckled.

“Well, no, but I thought you were here for. Um, not that there would be a reason, I mean? That is to say…” Sith gulped, frantically searching Gudako’s face and finding only smug satisfaction in her Master’s eyes. “You told?”

“I’ll do more than that,” Gudako triumphantly pulled out the Rod of Discipline. She pointed it at Sith’s pale face. “See, this is to repay you for that smug superiority complex of yours!”

Sith didn’t get a chance to reply before a pulse of magical energy hit her. She doubled over, her hands clutching her belly, her eyes wide with fear. Then she said the last thing Gudako would have expected.

“At least give me a chance to undress!”

For a simple sentence, it left Gudako with enough questions to write a small book. Most of them were answered at the sight of Sith’s gut.

Normally, Sith was slender and petite. She liked to wear cute red-and-white clothes that complimented her pale features and pink hair. Said clothing was now bulging, as though the girl has stuffed several pillows beneath her corset.

Delicate seams soon split, thick pink flesh parting the fabric easily. The color was deep and rich, and distressingly inhuman. If anything, it looked porcine.

“Mnnh! Did… Did you at least prepare the kitchen, Mother?” Sith’s eyes watered for a moment, then she took in a deep snorting breath that popped the remainder of her bodice.

“Admittedly, I failed to think my wife would use the Rod so readily,” Morgan hummed. She knelt beside Sith’s side, stroking the girl’s lengthening ears. “Not to worry, I’m sure that chef in the red coat will be glad to make you all that you can eat.”

Sith snorted again, her nose stretching wider onto her face. Thick folds of fat swelled up around her neck, and sweat began to drip down her body.

Gudako gulped at the spectacle, a little embarrassed. “I mean, you both know that I’ve already summoned Circe, so I'm no stranger to this sort of thing... But…”

As if sensing her words, Sith’s backside bulged, shearing through her undergarments with enough force to knock her onto all fours. A curly pink tail corkscrewed its way out from above her fat pig ass, twitching in time with her heartbeat.

“… But… Uh…” Gudako couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re doubtless wondering why the change has such a pronounced duration?” Morgan tugged at her daughter’s dress, exposing her increasingly porcine body. “It would hardly be a punishment otherwise.”

For all of Sith’s normal delicacy, she handled turning into a pig quite well. She rolled her shoulders and hips as her arms and legs shrank down into little, clumsy trotters. She wriggled a little from side to side, shaking out her new fat so that it hung naturally below her bulging gut. She even managed to kick off her shoes before her toes clumped up into a pair of trotters.

Then it was done, and the girl’s body was entirely porcine. Only her hair and eyes remained to give any sign of who she’d been, though that was probably part of the punishment too. After all, now anyone could look at the fat, snorting beast and see Sith’s visage.

Gudako chuckled a little, despite herself. “I hadn’t thought that she’d look so… I mean, real. Circe’s pigs always look cuter.”

“I beg your pardon?” Morgan asked, a hint of reproach in her tone.

“Not that that’s a problem,” Gudako continued, looking down to Sith, feeling a strange urge. “I mean… You said this is supposed to be a punishment, right? And look at her. She’s slovenly. Slobbish. Nothing at all like the spoiled little princess she’s supposed to be.”

The piglike Sith snorted, twitching her nose and backing away uneasily. Gudako could see that she was a little uncertain, unnerved even.

“Oh, you’re still in there, aren’t you? Prim and proper Sith, living life as some fat, sweaty animal. What’s the matter? Not going to ask me to model shoes for you again? Don’t want to prop those trotters up on my back?” Gudako dropped herself onto Sith’s bed, undoing her shoes, kicking off her socks.

Sith squealed a little.

“Not doing much talking, are you? That’s fine. Right now, your mouth is about to be much more busy. Go on. Lick my feet, sow.”

To Gudako’s surprise, Sith trotted over to her, pressing her flat, twitching nose against Gudako’s foot, followed my her wet and slimy pig’s tongue.

It tickled, so Gudako giggled. She curled her toes, enjoying the disgusted look in Sith’s eyes. “Wow, who’d have thought you were a total sub? I might have to keep you like this for a while.”

“One of the aspects of the Rod, you see. The user can command any of its victims. That’s why it’s essential for the rod not to fall in the hands of someone who’d misuse it.” Morgan’s voice was sharp and cool.

“Yeah, I can see why.” Gudako smirked, a devilish idea entering her head. She spread her legs, patting her thighs. “So, c’mon, fatass. Let’s put that appetite to better use. Go ahead and lick me-”

“And, my dear wife, I’m afraid you’ve proven to be one such person.”

Gudako took a second to process that, and by then it was already too late. She looked up to find the Rod pointed at her. She had a moment to ponder how the heart-shape actually looked much more like a pig’s nose from this angle.

Then, there was pressure, density, and heat.

“Hgghruui!?” Gudako squealed, falling backwards onto her newly piggish spine. Her trotters kicked at the air, like she was trying to swim upside-down. “Ghhrrntt! Rruui!?”

“Of course, with the application of sufficient magical energy, the change is quite immediate. Now, apologize to my daughter, dear.” Morgan lightly swatted the Rod against her open palm.

Gudako’s mind swam. She’d been piggified by Circe before, but that was round and cute, like a basketball that oinked. This was… There was so much of her, and all of it was sweaty. Come to think of it, she stank like a barn.

Not that Sith seemed to mind. The porcine princess clambered atop Gudako, pressing their piggish teats together. Sith’s wet tongue licked Gudako’s cheek, though there was still a defiant shame in her eyes.

Apparently that last command had gone through. And, speaking of commands, there was a gnawing pressure in Gudako’s chest, an eager urge for her to beg Sith for forgiveness.

“Hyyyym Sorrrunt-rruiii!” Gudako apologized as best her fat body could, though she soon found difficulty in saying anything else. Every time she opened her mouth to talk, Sith’s pig tongue snaked past her lips, licking clumsily at Gudako’s tongue and tusks.

Much to Gudako’s surprise, it felt good. Sith’s heavy body was warm and comfortable, despite the sweat, and it was a little flattering to be so close in spite of being so stinky. She felt her eyelids flutter, and she started to breathe heavier, squirming with delight.

Both of them were fat and heavy, and when they were so close like this, Gudako couldn’t tell where her body ended and Sith’s began. Everything was so warm and soft…

“Be nice, wife. Kiss her back, and enjoy yourselves while I commission some food for the both of you,” Morgan commanded.

Even without the Rod, Gudako probably would have done so anyways. She pressed her snout against Sith’s, oafishly licking her back. She felt her tail wiggle, and she flexed one of her arms to clamp against Sith’s side in an awkward piggish hug.

The fading sound of Morgan’s footsteps told the two pigs that they were alone in Sith’s room.

Much to Gudako’s surprise, Sith used this chance to wriggle a little closer to her, returning the hug with her trotters too. Her eyes were still haughty, though there was a familiar warmth in them.

Gudako bumped her nose against Sith’s, and the two continued to sloppily lick at each other, savoring each others’ company, and their bodies too.

Though they might not have started the afternoon as friends, they certainly ended it as much more.