It was the end of yet another busy day for Chris, your average salaryman age twenty two, working a ten-hour shift at a local law firm. Sure the pay was great but Chris wasn’t one to settle for average. He wanted more, aiming for promotions just for that bigger paycheck, not caring about those he stepped on while on the crawl to bigwig of the company. That didn’t mean Chris was a diehard workaholic. People like him needed time to relax and recharge, and for him, anime and manga were his fix. He was a big fan of the Fate franchise, collecting everything from figurines to the blu-ray discs. He had a particular interest in the character Rin though, from her harsh childhood to strict upbringing to making a name for herself after the end of the Fifth Grail War, feeling an inner connection to the character, it made her his favourite out of the cast.

Later that evening, after a hot shower and warm bowl of rice for dinner, Chris browses the internet on his laptop, checking on social media and forums about the latest buzz regarding anime when he receives a message from someone in a group he’s familiar with. Frowning as a page pops up the moment he clicks on the link, immediately suspicious. He attempts to close the page and even force close the application but it doesn't relent, eventually, Chris gives in and opens the site. Chuckling as the site loads up in its entirety. “What is this a fifth grade art project?”. On the screen, a crudely drawn holy grail is displayed with large text in comic sans reading MAKE A WISH in bold, all caps. Deciding to humour the maker and get back to browsing the web, he types in his deepest desire:

“I wish to be rich and strong enough to not care about life forever”

Tapping the enter key, Chris smiles in relief as the website closes and he's free to resume his perusing, until he notices a pixel of red light in the centre of the screen, flashing and growing larger...Curious and hoping it isnt a virus, Chris extends a finger and touches the glitch, causing it to glow brighter as it warps the space around him, all in a second giving Chris no time to even blink. Once the flash dissipates, the room is left vacant, Chris nowhere to be found.

Weary eyelids flutter open in a dimly lit room, as Chris wakes up on a bed that feels way too good to be his own. Groggily, he steps off the bed, not noticing anything off about his jiggly chest and equally plump behind. Moving with a feminine gait as he stumbles to the light switch “Weird...i dont remember this being all the way here.”. As the lights come on, Chris’ jaw drops as notices his reflection in a full body mirror leaning against the far wall, sleepy, green eyes widening as a girl not far from his age stares back at him. Dressed in a scarlet red shirt matched with a short pleated skirt that would’ve shown off her thick rear if a stray wind blew by (not that he’d mind) and knee high stockings clinging to his shapely legs (she always was quite proud of them), her long brown locks done up in a twintail. More worryingly though, Chris noticed feelings of pride building within as she examined her spanking new bod, unable to remind herself about who she once was. Although the name and face was still there, Chris, or rather Rin as she could only think of herself as, found it more pleasing to dominate the man in bed. She shakes her head, trying to think of other thoughts her old self would’ve thought of as she stares at her own body trying to look for stimulus, her mind failing her as it instead focuses more on the men (and the occasional women) she could twist between her fingers with a body like hers as undeserving as they were. All else was beneath the glorious Rin Tohsaka, after all! Who were they to even glimpse her presence without permission?

Covering her face in her dainty hands, deep in denial and ashamed of her own thoughts, Chris slumped over back onto the bed, her mind in a mess trying to make sense of it all. Calming down, she thinks things through; As far as she could guess, she was now stuck in the world of Fate from all the weird trinkets he now recognized as magical artifacts of importance (both from her memory as Rin and those of Chris, his knowledge of Fate lore coming in handy) and tomes laid around a desk, more importantly, in the body of Rin Tohsaka, his favourite character but on steroids that made her act overly bitchy and condescending to everyone around her. Worryingly, trying to think of herself as Chris or even doing anything remotely "out of character" resulted in her new mind warping those thoughts and actions. Her old family and co-workers? Nothing but pawns to be used. Her old self? Probably good enough to add to her collection of boy toys. Walking normally? The gait of a noblewoman that emphasized the mesmerizing beauty of her hips and ass was the result. But then again, what was she so scared of? From her memories, she now had both money and power. As the victor of the Fifth Grail War leaving her with renown and fame. Rin slowly made her way across both the world of the Magus and normal people, re-establishing her old family name as one reminiscent of power, reclaiming her lost property carelessly handled by her previous caretaker; Kotomine Kirei (thank god his old ass was cold and dead). Memories of hosting extravagant parties where both friend and foe intermingled were fresh in her mind, the thrill of being left exposed as her eye-catching strapless dress colored her signature crimson with silver accented jewelry flew across the ballroom, enrapturing the audience with her graceful moves and suggestive poses. She did so like teasing people with her enticing body. Giggling blissfully at the memories of putting people in their place as her beauty and power overwhelmed them into submission as they grovelled by her feet. What was so bad about it all? Wasn't this what she'd wanted all this time? Why go back to a life of repetition as some paper pusher?

Her wish had certainly been granted in one way or another, the trade-off being the loss of her old body but at that point, Rin no longer cared. Having accepted her new role in this world as the heiress of the Tohsaka family, Chris ceases to be as what little remains of his old memory melts under the overpowering presence of Rin Tohsaka; the young beauty with enough money to sustain herself multiple lifetimes over coupled with her status as a capable Magus. In the middle of her mental trip, she fails to notice the door to her room opening as a man steps through, bushy unkempt hair colored a dull orange shining in the light as he glances at Rin, a tray of food in hand. "Morning, Tohsaka, you aren't one to oversleep so i brought your food, everything okay?" Rolling onto her belly playfully, Rin smiles at the familiar face before her; Emiya Shirou, the man who won the Fifth War working side by side with her. Although she was loathe to admit it, his optimistic outlook and latent abilities combined with her tactical prowess and Magus spells pulled them through. Now after the wars end, they settled down after they each finished tying up personal loose ends, engaged and living together. As a bonus, he was a feisty one in bed, making sure every night wasn't a boring one, blushing as she remembers their first time together their old school. He really was the only one who understood her both as a person, and her personal preferences when it came to fun times.  Speaking of "fun times", maybe she could get him in the mood for a quicky? A mischievious grin on her face, Rin hikes up her dress with a little shake of her firm ass, teasing Shirou with an eyeful of youthful meat as he bends over to place the food tray on the bedside desk. "I might be feeling a little weird today Shirou, my body's been absolutely aching for a good while. Maybe breakfast can wait while you help me address the issue, dear?" Making sure to emphasise a certain word while giving him all the signs of a horny temptress, Shirou's bashful face gives way to determination as he obliges, taking off his pants and unsheathing the boner within. Shivering with anticipation, Rin's body quivers in excitement. Looks like someone was in a  good mood!

Hours later, In the afterglow of their bedroom rampage, Rin lies alone on sex soaked sheets, Shirou leaving a few minutes ago after "finishing up" to go bathe, blush still heavy on her face as she sighs in ecstasy stretching a slender, sweat caked arm into a bag on the floor, slipping out a ruby red crystal with her dexterous fingers, proceeding to crush it as she closes her eyes and murmurs a spell under her pouty lips. As the red dust flows around her, it dries and cleans her of whatever sexual fluids were coating her supple skin, leaving it as smooth and spotless as it was that morning. A regular bath was still nice to have so she rarely ever used this method of "washing up". Satisfied and energized, Rin hops off the bed and happily skips over to her wardrobe realizing its just past noon. As Shirou steps out of the shower, he sees his love already dressed in casual clothes fit for an afternoon spree in the streets. Flipping her long locks of hair aside, she puts a hand on her hip, glancing shyly away at him. "Come on stop staring and get dressed! I'm only gonna wait abit longer, not because you were good in bed or anything...Just hurry up alright? We're going out for brunch!". Shirou lets out a hearty laugh as Rin bashfully looks away. For her flippant attitude and loathing towards people not at her level, she still fell apart when it came to her man.

THE END