Mirroring Medea (Fate + Genshin)

This contains Twinning (esque), BE, AE, Minor WG, Reality Warping, Mookification

This contains Medea of FGO 

Inazuma is a lone nation still untrusting of visitors. Foreigners would find themselves having difficulty visiting the archipelago. Whether it be from the people aiming to milk you for every coin you have, or the immense number of thunderstorms that buffet anyone who dares visit the area. A certain water and ice mage would certainly find that out the hard way. It would take an extreme set of circumstances for travelers to be able to visit such a place in order to amend the problems that stemmed from the Fatui managing to manipulate the controlling force.

The heroic actions of a golden haired traveler would yield fruit and eventually Inazuma became welcoming again, albeit still suffering from the abundance of Fatui troops loitering around. Though they are minor inconveniences, at least the island is at peace right now. Now Inazuma is as safe as it can be, and just like any nation the Traveller visits it now spreads many many posters of their missing sibling in the hopes to find them.

Still, Inazuma is still strict this time for a better reason. The shogun is much more harsh with the Fatui now, and would still ensure everyone who enters her island to be a safe individual through scrutiny and investigation. This at least ensured that you’d be able to visit the island for business and would not suffer losing all your gold from whatever plot certain corrupt locals have for you after forcing you to wait for days. Instead you only have to wait for days and meet some sort of progress in your situation.

But of course, when one tampers in the world of magic there are some opportunities that only open up to them. In fact this might be the primary reason why the Fatui are able to still go around and muck about thanks to the work of certain mages on their group. But the individual who got here is not aligned with them nor are they aligned with the people of Inazuma. Rather, she is her own person. A true foreigner not from these lands akin to the traveler that rescued this nation. Perhaps that might be the reason she was able to reach this place so easily eluding all necessary security measures that would blockade most travelers..

So in one of the many islands of Inazuma, a blue clad individual will find themselves in front of a confused Hillichurl. The creature was very much confused at the sudden arrival of a person who seemed to have manifested out of nowhere. There was no fancy scary lightshow or mystical horrifying portal. It was simply this woman appearing out of nowhere. In a surprise show of intelligence the Hilichurl didn’t choose to attack. Instead it tried to observe the individual that appeared.

The woman, a powerful sorceress, adept with arcane arts, found herself in an unfamiliar land. Clad in her violet cloak and lavender dress, she rested assured that her identity was largely undiscovered; though the particular circumstance of finding herself before such a strange creature left her with pause. Of certain, this was not who had summoned her - rather, she looked left and right to see who had conjured her spiritual essence from the Throne of Heroes.

Furrowing her brow in confusion, Medea studied the creature before her with a curious glance. It seemed vaguely humanoid, that much was certain - but exquisitely primitive in its nature, if its club and tribal clothing and markings were any indication. Medea was hardly a stranger to wild and fantastical creatures, having encountered more than her fair share along her various instances of being summoned by circumstances to Chaldea - the last bastion of humanity in another timeline.

The Greek woman tightened her grip around her staff, a measure of defense in case the creature attempted something hostile. “Who are you?” She asked in a commanding tone, leveling her staff at the creature.

“Yeye ika!” If the lack of prana or whatever can be associated with a proper Master wasn’t evidence enough, the fact that it raised its club was the last nail in the coffin. Perhaps it took offense at the slightest bit of holding that staff. Perhaps it just judged her that it was like the other humans, thus an enemy. “Kundala!”

With that, the hillichurl tossed itself towards Medea. There was no such friendliness in this course of action with its flimsy weapon raised. It would be of no threat whatsoever, that much she knew. But due to the distracting creature, the Witch of Colchis missed a certain someone else arriving…

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From afar, a worn out figure had just arrived. Though she had just engaged in a skirmish and won against numerous samurais, they almost overwhelmed her and only through careful application of magic ensured her survival. A graceful look befitted her, with a strange blindfold like accessory, and regal blue and white robes. It was quite the contrast with the other individual who just arrived but as equally ‘mysterious’. This was a Mirror Maiden, one of the few that were still around on this island and she knew it. Ever since the Traveller’s disruption of their activities the enemies have started working against them. It was truly annoying and unfair. She let out a sigh, which is equivalent to a frustrated scream for her type of mages. There has to be a method for them in order to recover from this conundrum. A way to revive themselves and find someone or something that can change the balance of power. Even if the traveler left these lands, there were still many threats abound.

But her wish was answered as she stumbled just at the sight of what was about to happen. A strange view of a lone hillichurl attacking an individual that she has never met before. Sure there were many like that, but from the presence of magic alone, this Mirror Maiden immediately recognized the strangeness and otherworldliness of this individual.

If there was any doubt, the display of perfectly executed magical attacks that soon followed further demonstrated Medea’s prowess as a Caster. Fortunately, whoever had summoned her, or whatever had summoned her, had more than enough of a supply of energy to ensure that she could fight to her fullest. She was no Archer so she didn’t have Independent Action nor did she have a Territory set up. After all, her arrival was mere seconds ago. But this didn’t stop her from summoning lines of light that converged onto the Hillichurl attacker mid jump. Then the blast of flames, ice, and thunder followed. It was nothing more than a small display of power but it was overwhelmingly enough, vanquishing the foolish opponent. A glower darkened Medea’s Medea’s expression as she looked at the thing before her in distaste, clicking her tongue at the sight. “Most certainly, you were not what summoned me. Then-...” Turning and looking around once more, she pondered to herself, “Who has?”

“!!!” Even if the Fatui Mirror Maiden tried, she would not have been able to elude the witch’s senses.

Medea’s gaze lighting on the wounded Fatui, her apt sense for magical energy immediately clued her in. Perhaps this was the woman that saved her? She had, even from a distance, a build that was clearly tall and mature in stature - a far cry from the bestial nature of the lowly creature she had just faced. The woman appeared wounded, and that caught Medea’s attention in particular. But, firstly, what she needed was information. Approaching the woman, she spoke in an inquisitive, assertive tone. “You there, are you my Master?”

Shock. Awe. Excitement. Confusion. Intrigue. But most of all hope. Hope was the biggest one of the emotions that swarmed this Fatui. The sheer casualness of how she eradicated that creature. She could tell that whatever magic fuelled the new arrival it was barely altered. If a comparison can be made it would be more like taking a single drop from an ocean to casually defeat the Hillichurl. Sure, so many others can do that even against greater numbers. But only mages of her level can tell that this person managed to do that as casually as breathing. Maybe less. This was the person that could bring the Fatui back to their feet and challenge Inazuma again! Though she’d have to convince her or persuade her to join their side! Or so she thought till she hard the last words, only realizing after a minute of awkward silence that she had been just standing there.

“I… your master?” Her manner of speaking was soft, almost as if trying to seduce the person in front of her.  It’s very rare for a confused person to sound so graceful and elegant yet the Mirror Maidens were trained to do that. It was just a part of their life that they somehow acted like that. “I’m afraid I do not understand. It is my first time meeting you and you decree me as your master?”

She had cooled down her thoughts, now focusing. The idea of this person submitting to her and working under the Fatui seemed already half-done if the mage was already asking if she’s the boss. Maybe there was a deeper misunderstanding to this but prying at this person’s mana level… There was something wild and disconnected about it. Her level of magic was indeed like an ocean, but it was also uncontained. It would continue to spill unless something were to fix that. There was a sort of lingering loose connection that one can link to. Was this perhaps a contract or so that can be made? Magical contracts like that are rare in Tiyevat yet… This person over here was living proof of that. That said… contracts are dangerous with how devils could trick you. So why would she let herself be tricked when she can instead… alter that magic to suit her? No sinister smiles formed, just the slightest bit of a calm smile forming.

“I apologize,” The Mirror Maiden bowed, only now wincing upon realizing the slight wounds she sustained. “I’m not in quite a stable state.” Though mentally she’d be a stammering blushing mess, her external posture showed anything but that. “I was attacked just earlier. But by Master you mean someone to contract to to sustain your mana?”

Medea was at least relieved to have met someone that was familiar with even that tenet of magic. There was certainly an aura of sorcery around this woman, but she hardly seemed to fit the bill to be described as one of the more powerful Magi that she had worked with previously. Still, even if this woman hadn’t been the one to summon her, Medea could tell that, even in her potential contractor’s wounded state, she would be more than capable of sustaining her. Furthermore, she could rest easy, knowing that this woman was both unafraid of confrontation, and from winning when need be. After all, she had a penchant for admiring rule breakers. Meeting her gaze, she nodded in affirmation.

“Yes, that is precisely what I mean. By form of a contract, until this anomaly, or Grail War, whichever is occurring here, has been dealt with.” Somehow, she wasn’t entirely certain if either of those were accurate. Things here seemed strange, beyond a mere warp of human history - no, rather, it felt as though it were entirely foreign. Medea knew that she had to be careful, but finding a proper and reliable Master was the first and foremost of any concern for a Servant. “There are a few things that are amiss here, I have no knowledge of where I am, nor what is happening here. A contract, naturally, is required to ensure that this is righted.”

Medea supposed that now was as good a time as any. She dropped her hood, her flowing, blue hair draping behind her back once freed from the cloth. Combing an elegant hand through for good measure, she tucked a fleeting lock behind one of her pointed ears. Still yet, she held the gaze with the Fatui. “Caster, Medea, my name. So, I ask you again: are you my master?”

‘Oh my goooodneeess! Perfeeeeeeect~! She’s one I definitely want!! Alright!! Good luck me! This day wasn’t so bad at all woooo!!’

“Yes. It would seem so,” The stoic demeanor was a complete contradiction of her internal thoughts. The Mirror Maiden’s serene smile remained there as she offered her hand, focusing her magic there. “Shall we hold hands then? By doing so I can release my magic into you and help you understand this world.”

There were things she was still unsure of. The existence of a Grail War or whatever. But if this was a Traveller, then she had every reason to persuade her to be on her side and make sure to satisfy her. Or well… Hehe. The alternative was a lot easier and less riskier. Thanks to the natural stoicness of a Mirror Maiden, there was no way for Medea to figure out that there was an ulterior motive to this one. Perhaps if she found someone else she might’ve been the final nail in the coffin to end the influence of the fatui. Instead here she was, at a very dangerous spot with an ironic situation. A very powerful witch about to submit to one that is weaker and in a more injured state.

Medea, completely unknowing of the Fatui’s plotting nature, nodded in accord at the Mirror Maiden’s suggestion. “Holding hands is a strange way of going about this, but you seem to have your wits about you, even for an injured Magi. Very well, then;” Medea brushed her hair back once more and extended a hand. “I, Medea, will offer my services to you in their fullest extent as your Servant until we solve what has happened here.” She declared with all the confidence and composure as to be expected of such a prominent figure in mythology.

A mythology that this mirror maiden had no idea of knowing.

“Indeed! I will also do the same. I will ensure that you understand everything about this world and help you get used to this world.” The intensity of what she said was a bit distinct. A cold breeze swept through as the magic manifested on the Fatui’s hand and with that she gripped Medea. A strong surge of magic sweeping through them and for a moment, the Mirror Maiden was almost overwhelmed! She would’ve drowned from the pressure and fallen. But Medea was actually letting her complete the contract safely. Meaning she had full control over her mana. Oh how exciting. Here was someone so powerful and superior to her. Yet they were just submitting like that. So what could she possibly do but not use that?

Foreign energies coursed throughout Medea as the Mirror Maiden tried to focus. Mirrors manifesting around them to better direct her energy. What she was doing was intrusive. One shouldn’t have to do this when making a contract. But this being she was casting her magic through was less human and more like a phantom made out of complicated mana formulating some sort of entirely new system, with a core at the center. That core was what she wanted to breach.

And despite the very intrusive nature of it, it was working. The Mirror Maiden was smiling fully now. The lavender dress was the first to change. A very basic alteration as the magic and coldness began to wrap around Medea. Chilling her as the outfit began to shift and warp, turning into a more and more revealing outfit, beginning to reveal more of her hips as it split below. While her shoulders were revealed as her well-hiding outfit began to look more attention grabbing with its intricate patterns. The long bright sleeves and the capewere almost a near perfect replica of the Master.

“This will feel very strange dear Medea. But I hope you understand this is natural,” It was an attempt to pacify her Servant. But it might not be unnecessary.

Medea’s brow furrowed in confusion at the sight. Perhaps it wasn’t entirely an unwarranted concern. Such foreign dress and looking so out of place might not have been the best course of action in a place as hostile as the one in which she now found herself. “Very-...well, then. Do as you wish, Master.” Medea conceded simply with a gentle nod of her head. She was loathe to part with her clothing that she had become so comfortable with, particularly when exchanging it for such ostentatious and showy attire, but she was the Servant and this woman before her was the Master.

“To be able to alter a spirit origin’s clothing in such a way, perhaps I underestimated your prowess as a Magi. Forgive my previous assumptions…” Medea murmured as she took note of the strange style of dress that began to ensconce her. “I presume this is to hide my identity, no?”

‘Uh… oh… uh yeah let’s go with that sure.’

“Indeed,” The Mirror Maiden softly nodded. “It would be bad if you don’t conform to our outfits. It would ensure that you’d be noticed and possibly imprisoned. They might even try to steal your magic.”

‘Which I am doing right now… But you won’t know that~’

The magic that flowed throughout Medea became denser. The external force that protected the witch of Colchis changing into something was now the very thing crushing, though not in a painful manner, and ensuring her changes will become PERMANENT. The prana she oh so kept becoming something that ALL MIRROR MAIDENS POSSESS.

Medea Parameter - MP A+ → MP A → MP A-

But to take control of such prana would take a lot of force. It needs a battery. A battery that only Medea herself can control with her own careful and godlike magic. A Mirror Maiden is nothing more than someone who can gather as much as she could and unleash it outside. Not to mention this one’s injured state ensured it would be flawed. It would be putting so much pressure onto her body that she would frankly shatter like glass. Sure she can take everything Medea has and make it conform to what she can actually use and control but she won’t be able to take it all in. So what else was she to do? Well… Ram it all inside the nearest vessel at its changed state. Aka. Medea. The magic began to manifest more physically in Medea as her thighs and chest began to blossom. The outfit that she wore began to tighten a little, as careful understanding of magic and spells were focused there. They weren’t going to be lost, but would be placed somewhere more easily accessed. But Medea had no use for that. She was after all, simply a battery for mana.

The witch’s voice softened ever so faintly with a slight tinge of-...arousal? It had to be arousal, that was the warmth that she felt slowly swallowing her figure as she began to burgeon into her outfit. The thing had felt oversized in a number of areas just seconds ago, but Medea could certainly tell that she was beginning to grow into the clothing. Somehow, this Mirror Maiden was tailoring her very body to this strange new uniform.

“Imprisoned, my magic stolen?” Medea felt a chill arc down her spine at the thought. This place was quite dangerous indeed if managing such a powerful feat as stealing one’s magic had become so commonplace that even magi were capable of practicing it. Such a feat would have been almost incomprehensible, even in Medea’s own time! “You must be joking, for it to be such a casual thing to mention! Very well, I’m relieved that you’re being so thorough with this disguise, then.” She answered, loosening some of the tension in her shoulders as she felt a new weight from her breasts tugging against her center of balance. Fortune, it seemed, had favored Medea, and she breathed a quiet sigh of relief at finding such a capable Master. “As you wish, then, Master. It sounds as though we face very deadly foes.”

“Oh very deadly… there are those who can wield lightning of the gods… Those who have many followers of their own. Truly dangerous,”

Medea Parameter - END D → END E+ → END E

Two hands now hold hers. Almost pressing against them palm to palm. She can handle all that immense mana now and she would need to be focused for the next changes. Though, at this point she was also staring intently at Medea’s growing body. Oh wonderful oh wonderful. No other Mirror Maiden had this form. So this traveler was special. Although it would likely be hard to distinguish from others. But that’s not a big deal~ That was irrelevant.

“To think that you’d allow yourself to be melded like this so easily… Fortune truly favors us ahaha,” A slight giggle that sounded so innocent. But those words might have slipped the Mirror Maiden as Medea’s breasts now reached an obscene size more akin to the Lancer. They were filling up her outfit and pushing it to the very limit. Those breasts now revealing a cleavage that none of them would dare have! But of course one to better direct and command this ‘sister’ or rather Servant… She better make sure her identity is kept hidden. “The Fatui shall be able to rise against this defeat and - ah- strike down the Shogun.”

Emotion was becoming more audible through the Maiden’s voice. This time she was warping the Spirit Origin of Medea, embedding the Mirror Maiden’s symbol and personality into it! This however was forcing Medea’s own personality to be unsteady and disconnected, leaving it with no room to go. With that, it would’ve been gone. But instead the Mirror Maiden simply giggled again as she began to guide that and focus into a certain spot. Medea’s belly.

“O-....Oh-...!” Medea’s voice sharpened with the heightening extent of the changes. She felt her knees growing weak as the scope of her alterations moved far beyond a modest boon to her bust and hips - no, now she was burgeoning across the board. “My body-...becoming this endowed?! Are you certain you aren’t wasting mana of your own doing this, I hardly believe this will make me-...m-m-” Medea bit her lip as she felt a surge of her personality shoved downwards towards her gut. Thoughts danced in the back of her mind about some foreign ruler, some Tsarista. She felt an intangible pang of emotion at the very mention of the word ‘Shogun’, though she hardly knew why.

“I hardly believe that this will allow me to go by unnoticed…!” She stammered weakly, barely able to force the words from her breathless lips. Her lipstick was blue-hued already, but a thought in the back of her mind duly reminded her that it could be closer to her Master’s. “You’re-....certain that I should be given a body this perverse and endowed?!” Medea all-but-stammered between haggard breaths. “Even-...to my belly?”

Medea Parameter - AGL C → AGL C- → ADL D+

“Of course. We need to completely remove your identity. I mean hide,” There was a bit more panic at that voice that seemed to imply it wasn’t a joke. The Mirror Maiden didn’t even need to touch her hands. Medea who was initially aiding in the guidance, was overwhelmed by her own mana! Now the Mirror Maiden was having an easier time as she gently cupped the swelling belly. So soft and tender. From afar maybe one could assume she was simply bearing a child. “It’s alright though. The mana I’m using is from you and I’m sure it is still contained inside you.”

It really was wonderful! Even the slightest bit of her mana had already fully healed the Fatui Mage. Oh how pretty and beautiful Medea is. One hand reached to brush Medea’s hair, and each time she did it sent out a cold feeling to Medea. A cold that reverberated and travelled through her hair and reached her scalp and soon her mind. A cold bliss that dulled her senses and slowed her down. Her hair was whitening, with only a few traces of blue as this continued.

“Medea. As your Master, may I command you to kiss me?” It was a request, but it almost felt like a command.

Medea’s head spun the more that this strange process continued. She couldn’t force herself to think straight, but she expected as much from the extent of the alterations to her Spirit Origins. It was necessary, naturally, for her to go through such; the last thing that she wanted was for her Master to wind up in a compromised position - and she was more than familiar with the consequences of being persecuted for magic. No, she wouldn’t have that happen to her Master, and so she dutifully nodded, even at the rather strange request. It was a command, and Medea, as the Servant, knew she couldn’t refuse. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned in, all while her belly, breasts, thighs, and ass continued to burgeon with softness.

“Yes, Master-....” Medea answered with a strange sense of complacency as she puckered her full, womanly lips. Her breath was hot against the increasingly chilled atmosphere between the two of them - and it made her yearn for the warmth of her Master’s touch that much more. It was a strange chill that she hardly had noticed beforehand, but it had steadily grown until it was far too powerful for her to ignore. “A kiss, yes, please…”

“Good~”

Medea Parameter - LUK B → LUK B- → LUK C+

There was no way she’d say no. So with that, the Mirror Maiden kissed Medea. A deep intimate kiss. There was no reason for this aside from lust. She wanted to ensure that this new Servant would be hers. In fact, as they kissed, memories from Medea entered the Mirror Maiden’s mind. It was stunning and confusing at how much Medea knew. From all these Grail Wars, to singularities and Lostbelts. Some of that information this Medea didn’t even know herself being locked behind some sort of Throne of Heroes or some other strange foundation. But some were her history and capabilities.

All of that the Mirror Maiden casually collected as she manifested some glass trinkets. They were worth remembering but not that much. Medea’s world sounded silly. She should adapt to this new place. So after a long enough kiss, the Mirror Maiden pulled away amused at the sight of the now clear dark blue lipstick on Medea’s lips. The dazed look on Medea said it all. But oh? Did she have a different expression?

Perhaps her own memories and intention to completely own Medea slipped into the Colchis Witch’s mind?

Medea took a staggered step breath with an abrupt gasp. She reached a hand to weakly wipe at her lips, though she merely smeared the deep cobalt of the Mirror Maiden lipstick on her lips. “You-.....liar!” She accused sharply, pointing a finger towards the Maiden. “My body, my Spirit Origin, all of it was a lie! You merely wish to use me for your own means! These changes,” She gestured towards her far plumper body, her breasts jiggling, with the motion, “Were only for your own tastes!”

That was a slip up. It would be a horrible mistake to make this on the early stage of the transformation. But the Mirror Maiden knew Medea was too far gone. Her knowing about the truth just because some memories were allowed into her mind wasn’t the end of the world. If anything the sight of her suddenly being rebellious yet still acting like her sisters was endearing.

“Oh no~It seems I have been found out~” Despite the casualness of what the Mirror Maiden said, something about her voice was still so soothing and calming. “But surely you don’t want to do this against me? You can still submit~?”

It was tempting to just submit and behave… But Medea still had an ace up her sleeve, though. Rule Breaker, the most powerful manifestation of her myth. Since her mana hadn’t been drained, she had all of it to call upon to manifest the Noble Phantasm, as well. “You will pay for believing that you can get away with this!” She declared boldly, drawing the lightning-bolt shaped blade. A dagger to the heart of her own Master, and she would have her own mighty source of stable mana in this world to truly figure out what was happening here…!

It was the perfect tool to use against magic.

“Oh-”

But the magic here truly was different. Although it was aimed to stab, Medea’s Parameters have all reached F. In fact, the only parameter that was above a D was her NP! So this was why the Rule Breaker attack would’ve certainly ended what she was doing! So there could only be fear on the Mirror Maiden’s face-

“-no~ How terrible~”

-truthfully, the knowledge about how such an item worked only came in now. The Mirror Maiden had no idea it would’ve severed her magic. So by manifesting a mirror portal, Medea’s arm went through. Her desperate attempt to prevent this was easily thwarted and the dagger now stabbed her onto the plump navel of her belly. It didn’t really hurt her. After all it was designed to severe magic. But it was the worst thing to happen.

Any magic that Medea held over her own body was disconnected as with a flood of energy it exploded outwards. Medea shrieked as she had a fraction of a second to dread what a mistake this was. The Mirror Maiden gasped, but managed to control it. Such magic was something she can absorb now, but she had to bring it back to Medea. Though it had quite a nasty side effect. Or maybe nasty for Medea, not so much for anyone else. It doubled the rate of her change and her thighs, her ass, her belly, and chest, all doubled in size!! From the memories that the Mirror Maiden it was likely that she was beginning to approach the Alter Ego’s size! The haze and pleasure in Medea’s mind became overwhelming!! As her form was warped and distorted from her technically self-destructive attack! Her own form flickering, momentarily perfectly replicating the Mirror Maiden’s simple form, before reverting back to her new self repeatedly. Naturally the Mirror Maiden casually began to alter the flow… But what other changes would it have for Medea?

Medea’s voice cut out as she felt herself rush through-....a climax directly at the very feeling of her energy being completely controlled and warped as it surged through her. The pleasure was indescribable, mind-breaking in the extreme as her eyes crossed and lost focus completely. The last thing that she could see before pleasure clouded her vision fully was the view of the Mirror Maiden’s smile as she slumped to her knees and found herself unable to resist the throes of climactic, rapturous bliss that surged through her. In an instant, she felt just how vulnerable she was, completely at the whims of this woman that had manipulated her so effortlessly. But, even now, she couldn’t find it in herself to resist the Mirror Maiden, not when she was delivering such a dominant sense of mind-warping pleasure.

“My-....body!!! What’s-....happening to-...me!~” She moaned out blissfully, slurring her words from delight as she fought her tongue to manage any sense of coherence. Her Fatui sister-.....sister?! The thought continued to meld into her stream of conscience with subtle, irresistible authority. Whatever thoughts had felt so passive before now felt far, far more dominant, almost as if they were memories of her own.

Medea - All Parameters F → Nonexistent.

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“Of course! You’re my sister!~”

That wasn’t the worst part. Her Master- The master that betrayed her so casually had now picked her up from behind and was hugging her!! Squeezing her belly and jabbing Rule breaker deeper there! The end result being her entire existence being distorted and spun around, akin to someone mixing a bowl of ingredients. Her entire existence being distilled as if it was nothing more than material for this witch to do as she sees fit! The entire process bringing a pleasure that cannot be brought anywhere else. Medea’s squeal escaped her lips as she felt more and more of her being was being corroded, the remnant of her resistances chipped away.

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“Oh my sister my sister!!” Medea’s breasts being lewdly pressed by the slender cold arm-- nay! The former Witch of Colchis’ entire body grew cold physically yet hot with passion and desire. The spirit origin long since deformed, smashed, warped, distorted. There was no way whatsoever to turn Medea back to what she was before. “You will be the pride of Mirror Maidens! You will be the tool we always desired~!”

As if one final humiliating change, there was one more thing to add. The place she kept so clean and ‘pure’. Her crotch began to alter, filling with a lush, womanly fullness that completed the alteration, representing her new maturity and the new natural hair color of her own.

M-....No-...the newly-transformed Mirror Maiden’s brow furrowed as she tried to recall more about herself. She wasn’t quite certain who she was or why she was in-...Inazuma, but the more that she felt her sister groping her, the more that she began to ‘remember.’ Ah, yes-....they were some of the last Mirror Maidens left on the island! They had to hold out and reestablish the foothold in the area for the Fatui. But-...maybe that could wait until they had a little bit of fun with each other first-...~ A pleasured, gentle smile that was far more akin to the one from her new ‘sister’ pulled at the former-Medea’s lips. She placed her hands over her fellow Fatui’s, tightening her grip with a cold magic of her own, “The pride of us Mirror Maidens?...~ I could quite get used to that title, sister, dear.~” She purred with a sultry tone. “But-...perhaps we may make the most of this time getting to know each other that little bit better?~” She insinuated with a desirous smirk, licking her deep blue lips.

“Oh my sister. I didn’t know you would be quite promiscuous!” Perhaps this might be the pent up frustration from Medea throughout her entire life. That the Mirror Maiden had no intention of taking it away. Perhaps due to her actions she might’ve even intensified it which is only wonderful if so. “Then very well,”

Those gloved hands began to move towards the breasts that begged to be free from these obstructive restraints. In the process dislodging the Rule Breaker weapon that was embedded onto her, which was seemingly cracking and threatening to break apart. Oh. It seems that there was a bit of remembrance.

“Sister,” The Mirror Maiden master lifted it so that the former-Medea cupped the weapon that could’ve saved her life. It still had the barely minimum to do that. All she had to do was stab it into her Master. The one that was offering it to her. “Do you remember anything about this weapon? Do you think you own this or is this perhaps something you don’t recognize?”

Something in the deep deep crevices of the new Maiden’s mind. Very very weak but evident parts. Fragments that wanted to bring to attention to make this one last attempt to be free. But then the Mirror Maiden Master’s hand gently slid to the former Medea’s crotch and began to move.

“Or would you rather throw this away?”

The former Servant’s grip tightened on the blade. Servant? The title had a familiar ring to it. Bu-.....yes, of course!

She was a servant of the Tsarista…!~

With a sensual moan, the Mirror Maiden’s legs buckled inwards slightly as she felt her sister’s caress across her womanhood. “Ahhhhh….~ Please, throw that useless trinket away-. Worthless billets like these are hardly to be bothered with-...!” She murmured breathily between gentle groans of pleasure. The blade held tightly in her hand, she drew an arm back and casually cast the thing aside as though it had no worth to her. “Why would you have given me such a strange trinket?~” She asked with a gentle giggle, “Showering me with this much praise and offering me such an odd gift? You are trying to win my favor in the bedroom. My, my-....it’s working.~ Perhaps I should be more diligent in teaching our fellow Mirror Maiden sisters this manner of seduction.”

Rule Breaker. A wonderful weapon.

Simply shattered into numerous variations of itself. The billets all disappearing whether to manifest elsewhere or something else entirely. The Mirror Maiden Master didn’t even notice, as she giggled and kissed the new recruit’s neck.

“It was a strange gift. But perhaps I should’ve just offered to made love to you from the start,” With that, the Mirror Maiden summoned a glass like portal, guiding the lovely lovely claim to it. “After this we shall head off to do a mission… It would be quite nice to take down the Shogun no?”

Spanking the remnants of the Colchis Witch lovingly. Now, there were two Mirror Maidens, although one was ever so slightly different than the usual fare that prowled Inazuma. She was far plumper, curvier, her breasts even larger than those of her sisters, with blue hair in a more elegant style and pointed ears. But she was equally as devoted and perverse as her sisters, and she was more than willing to prove this dedication after she had some quality time with her elder Fatui sister.~

Update X.YZ

Added additional Northlander Billet in Inazuma

Added an extra Mirror Maiden boss fight with slightly different design