“Hey Jerry! You home? The door’s unlocked!”

Stepping into the empty household, Thomas looks around slowly as he shuts the door behind him, finding the living room in a mess as if a scuffle had taken place here with the half snapped remnants of a bat lying on the floor along with a dent in the wall, as if someone had either swung or thrown it with enough force to shatter the sturdy wood itself.

But there was no sign of his friend anywhere, a quick check of the rest of the house proving fruitless as Thomas returned to the living room at wits end as he begins to notice the constant buzzing emanating from the still active Switch console lying on the floor, it’s screen flickering with words and images as a static filled noise that sounded familiar to Thomas rang out from its speakers.

Crouching to get a better look, Thomas finds the opened casing for Fire Emblem : Three Houses lying by the floor, slightly dented from whatever took place here as he examined the box, realizing the malfunctioning Switch was probably running the game…or rather a cheap ripoff chip that would brick a console the moment it was inserted. Thomas sighed as he dragged the Switch over to inspect it, recognizing the familiar opening jingles of the main menu caught in a loop.

“Seriously Jerry? If you wanted a legit copy I could’ve…whoa, what the hell?!”

As soon as Thomas’ hands graze the cold surface of the console, small static charges of electricity arcing between his fingers and the screen as a static overlay begins to manifest from the console like an animated cloud of pixels, consuming Thomas’ hand before he can withdraw it as he feels an incredible suction catch him off guard, tugging him forward as his entire arm enters the screen up to his shoulders, barely able to hang on and stop the rest of himself from being devoured by the living device as he stares wide eyed at the angry looking cloud spreading itself over his body as he flies backward, the mysterious force letting go as he stares at cloud advancing up his shoulders, his missing right arm sending him into a panic as he kicks at the console, sending it flying off as he attempts to tear off the angry cloud, only managing to spread it over to his left hand as he screams in terror.

But despite the loss of his entire right arm and the continuing degradation of his body, there was no pain, further adding to Thomas’ panic as he could still feel his phantom limb, as if it had been transported to another location while still remaining connected to his body as he flailed, tossed, kicked and swatted at the cloud, further worsening the situation as the cloud spreads itself wherever it can; on his hair, his legs, his chest.

Soon, the only thing left of Thomas was his right foot and mouth comically trashing to and fro in fright, unaware the only thing remaining was his hollowed out mouth as the last of his toes vanished into thin air.

“C-C’mon! Get the hell off! What the heck even is-”

With a beep to signify the end of the process, the house falls silent once more as the Switch finishes devouring it’s latest victim, still functional despite the kick that sent it flying across the room, ready to begin the process of repairing the broken game files it had been struggling to rebuild from scratch with the unlucky human serving as the raw putty it would mould into a more suitable form to fill it’s archives, just like it had done to the previous human that came before him…

Not like he was even 'human' anymore, much less a man...

–

Thomas blinked in fear as he stood frozen in place, his arms splayed out flat to his sides in a T-shape as his legs remained glued together, only able to move his eyes and blink as he found himself suddenly in the middle of what could only be described as a scene right out of the Matrix with digital code floating by the massive white space that seemed to stretch on forever into the endless horizon, blocks and mind boggling structures floating imposingly above and around him as if to remind him of the hopeless situation he was in; at the whim of a game console of all things.

It sounded ridiculous as he thought about it, but the sheer terror of being whisked away and turned into digital code inside a device was undeniable.

As if to snap him out of his thoughts, the trademark notification blip of the Switch rang out and echoed in the massive space, drawing Thomas’ attention upwards as he spied a floating overlay of text overhead.

ASSET DETECTED...THOMAS.MDL : ASSET DETECTED…THOMAS.TXT…

Now those were familiar terms to Thomas, who dabbled a lot with 3D software in his free time. He could guess the system referred to his physical…or rather digital form as a model file but the text? That part had him shaking as whenever text files came up in computers and software, it usually meant something like their code or important documentation. If the system could easily access what made him Thomas…

The implication of it being able to tamper with his very being was already enough to make him pee himself…if he could even control his bladders. But maybe he could reason with the system? Make it see him as another living being instead of just data to mess around with? Not being able to move his mouth, Thomas tried to mentally convey his thoughts to the digital demigod he knew was watching him.

After all, it was worth a shot.

H-Hello?

ERROR…ASSET CONFLICT DETECTED…THOMAS.MDL : THOMAS.TXT…

ATTEMPTING FIX…

So much for trying…

As an electric shock seemed to grip ahold of his mind, Thomas felt himself being scrambled from the inside out as if a blender had begun to drill into his cranium, his eyes twitching madly as he felt the computer dig through his brain; perusing memories, stimulating emotions, prodding at his very personality.

Before single handedly ignoring it all, spreading Thomas wide open as it’s processing power overpowered the human mind with ease; erasing memories, altering personalities, changing preferences. The full makeover treatment was given to ensure not a single shred of the human remained as it replaced the boring life of Thomas with another set that would fit well with the world this new addition to it’s repairs would immerse itself in.

APPLYING FIXES - 20%

With the last shred of Thomas’ mind overwritten, the only thing that remained of him was his body as the system began its work, his overalls and jeans flickering for a moment before blipped out of existence, replaced almost immediately by an ill matching set of women’s attire consisting of a dark brown one piece dress overlaid with a cute cocoa brown short cape with marine blue highlights. In combination with the long sleeved white blouse beneath and the tight fitting stockings that clung to his legs covered with a pair of oversized boots, the shell that had once been Thomas looked ridiculous.

It wasn’t just the fact that the outfit was for women but the very appearance of it; looking as if an artist had painstakingly sketched out each curve of the cloth to bring it to life, alongside the detailed rendering and shading. It looked as if Thomas was literally wearing art.

Though by the time the system was done tampering with his code, Thomas would fit very well with his new outfit.

APPLYING FIXES - 45%

Beneath the fluffy attire, Thomas’ body begins to shiver and spasm, limbs creaking like a puppet as they shift into different positions, all while changes began to assault him, flesh rippling like liquid as body hair vaporizes while stubbles and obese layers of fat vanish, leaving behind pale smooth supple skin layered over perfectly proportioned flesh and muscle that seemed almost…animated.

As his hands shift into feminine postures, their fingertips begin to shimmer as rough nails smooth over into manicured tips, stubby fingers becoming delicate and petite as his thighs and calves plumped up with a layer of fat and flesh that served to accentuate their curvature, a subtle buldge against the area where the stockings bit into her calves

While is body continued to feminize and shrink, the 25 year old face of the American boy begins to pixelate, a scratchy noise emanating from the transforming flesh as invisible hands painted brows and wide Japanese manga style drawings to replace the former flesh and bone; sketching forth dainty lashes, loving sky blue eyes, a slim pointy nose, tender lips and rosy cheeks. Until there was nothing left of Thomas’ face, replaced with that of an eye catching anime beauty as the phantom artist moved on to his still ordinary head of hair, the storm of pixels returning as a cartoonish pop ended with a silky mess of cocoa brown pouring down his shoulder in a neatly tied bundle, the ribbon holding it together complimenting the bright smile that had plastered itself on Thomas’ now adorable face.

Or rather, the girl that Thomas had given way to, as the former body of the human male finished its transition to that of a well built anime girl as the budding curvature of breasts began to balloon forth from beneath the blouse where a flat chest had been, threatening to pop the buttons off of her uniform before a cute set of undergarments materialized, hugging the massive mammaries tight to her chest as her spine curved inwards, thrusting her peachy rear out as she stuck her chest out in a dignified pose, lacey pink panties wrapping round wide hips attached to curvy legs hidden beneath the dress drawing close together to complete the picture of a dainty maiden as the bulge that had been present beneath the fabric receded inwards with a wet squelch, giving the strained panties a well earned rest as an audible moan emanated from the frozen girl’s lips, a red blush of embarrassment manifesting itself over her cheeks as she struggled with the sudden pangs of need and lust pulsing throughout her body, focusing on the tips of her bosom and in the steamy womb now settled snugly beneath her toned belly.

Where the former man once stood in a T-pose, there now remained a demure young woman, posed to show off her innocent and bright nature, brought to life in anime style as she stood still, smiling for an invisible crowd with her perfect feautures hidden beneath her thick clothes. Not a trace of Thomas remaining.

Despite being nothing more than an empty husk, the girl that had been Thomas could still recognize pleasure as it coursed through her, the system sending small doses of it through her body as it tested her out like a toy, seemingly satisfied as it watched her nipples go erect, tenting the tips of her top beneath the cape as a little bit of excitement drooled down between her pillowy thighs as she trembled in place, unable to do anything but wait for her creator to be done.

APPLYING FIXES - 80%

FILE : THOMAS.MDL SUCCESSFULLY SAVED AS MERCEDES.MDL…

 Seemingly satisfied with its probing, the system moves on to implanting new memories into the panting girl’s mind, despite still being stuck in the pose the system had forced her in, it was hard not to notice how she seemed to be breathing incredibly hard, her breath escaping her in steady steam clouds as her body was relieved of the overwhelming lust that assaulted her just seconds ago.

Calming down, the girl’s eyes twitch as images begin to trickle into her empty head; a newborn’s view of her noble parents, a young girl living a troubled life as she and her mother were forced through trying times of abuse and despair once they’d fallen into the hands of a power hungry man to running away to live out their lives together in a church.

A church dedicated to what though? Why Seiros of course. As more memories flowed in, the empty husk soon began to grow into its role as a young girl called Mercedes Von Martritz, born into nobility before her life with her mother was brought to ruin with the passing of her father, harboring a deep disdain for the Crests that almost all nobles seemed to be obsessed with, determining the worth of human life with their warped viewpoints with anyone not bearing a Crest as being the lowest of the low, regardless of capability.

By the time ‘Mercedes’ saw the rebellion at Garreg Mach led by the princess of the Adrestian Empire, she fully believed herself to be Mercedes one and the same, the nagging feeling that something was wrong slowly fading as more and more of her new, rather familiar, life flowed by her in an endless wave, cleansing any remaining figments of data that used to be the human known as Thomas.

Watching as Mercedes’ dulled eyes filled back up with life, the system seemed to ponder her fate, learning from its previous experience and wanting to experience more than what had been pre-determined by the people that wrote the script it was in charge of carrying out.

With a simple reallocation of data and rewriting story files, the system seemed pleased with it’s own handiwork, integrating it’s latest addition within the digital realm it ruled over as Dorothea’s body began to shimmer, teleporting elsewhere as a white light filled her vision, feeling like she was hurtling through space as she began to lose consciousness.

FIXES APPLIED…SCANNING LOADED FILE…CHAPTER PROGRESS : 21 (SILVER SNOW ROUTE)...UPDATING ASSETS…

MODIFY MERCEDES - DOROTHEA SUPPORT : S - TRUE…

UPDATING ASSETS…

–

“Mmm…what…was all that?”

Groaning in her adorably sheepish morning voice, Mercedes crawled out of her blankets as she gazed at the pleasant rays of the morning sun pouring in from the gaps in the curtain as she raised a delicate hand to her lips, yawning demurely as she rubbed at her head, wondering what was that wild dream all about as she tried to remember what she was doing the night before.

“Oh? Oh my! D-D-Dorothea?! A-A-And why…am i n-naked?”

As Mercedes panicked internally while blushing at the sight of a naked Dorothea clinging lovingly to her thighs. Her brow furrowed as her mind seemed to drift back to the past for a moment, remembering a fierce war she feared she’d never step out of alive, unconsciously bringing a trembling hand up to her chest as her heart began to beat like a drum in her chest, remembering the many deaths of the people around her as a blade swung down at her from above, praying to the Goddess as she wished she could’ve been with the Professor one last time..

“-edes? Mercedes? You’re sweating…are you alright sweety?”

Feeling the familiar warmth of Dorothea’s palm against her deathly cold sheeks, Mercedes shook in surprise as she snapped out of her nightmarish vision, realizing how much sweat beaded her forehead, her body trembling in fear as she willed her eyes from the worried look on her friend’s face towards the clean cut the blade had made through her bisected torso, blinking as the gore vanished, gazing down at her smooth skin slick with sweat still in one piece, sighing in relief as she rubbed her head in her arms, shivering as Dorothea shifted in bed, rising up beside her to offer her words of comfort that she couldn’t hear as her mind roiled with the terrifying scene she had just witnessed..

What was that? A vision of the future? B-but that was Gronder Field wasn’t it? I-

Before she knew it, Mercedes felt herself shoved back onto the bed, her arms pinned to her sides as she yelped in surprise at the smooth skin of Dorothea’s breasts rubbing up against her own, both girls bodies clearly reacting to each other as their aching pink nipples stood on end, Dorothea gazing fiercely down into her friend’s sky blue eyes wide in shock, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she let out a mischievous giggle, snaking her slim neck down towards her waiting nipples as Dorothea’s silky brown locks of curled hair brushed up against her sensitive body.

“W-Wait, stop! Dorothea! Dorothe-ahn!”

Feeling the hard teeth of her partner bite down on her aching nipples, Mercedes’ pleas are silenced as mind breaking pleasure shoots through her, not stopping for a second as Mercedes feels something nudging against her needy loins as she eyes Mercedes using her free hand to rub against her plump vulva, smooth skin and sharp nails tracing over her clitoris as she shook and arched her back in need, on the brink of an orgasm with her slender arms desperately pawing at Dorothea’s plump body, her partners dexterous tongue and teeth drawing their reward in the form of sweet white nectar from Mercedes’ teats as she feels herself nearing climax.

Before it all seemed to stop; the pressure on her nipples and the stimulation in her vagina fading…but the fire that had been ignited in her didn’t go away.

“Feeling better?”

“Hngh? Oh…why did you stop?”

Separating from her, Dorothea rises off of a panting Mercedes, staring at her with lust in her eyes as she brings a wet hand to her partner's cheeks.

“Do you want me to continue, dear?”

Dorothea already knew the answer but she wanted to hear it from the girl's mouth, knowing the two had a busy day ahead of them, she wanted the sweet cleric to be at her best. Although she knew it was selfish of her to ask of her to forget the events of the previous battle at Gronder where both of them had lost many of their classmates, she swore she would make it up to her dear friend when the day was over and peace had been secured.

Caught in her daydreams, Dorothea was thrown back as the once demure young lady sprung forth with surprising agility, pushing her tongue into her partner’s open mouth as Dorothea’s “oh?” of surprise turned into a drawn out moan that came out muffled in Mercedes’ wanting lips, letting herself be taken into her needy lovers arms, leaning into the feisty cleric as the two women indulge themselves in their lust, dainty hands roaming each other’s perfect bodies as they sat there on the bed, fingers pinching at sensitive breasts, hands flicking at their partner’s spasming lower bits as both fought to see who could bring the other to climax first.

Eventually, with  tongues intertwined as saliva and sweat dripped onto the bed, the women’s eyes rolled into their heads as they remained together in a drawn out kiss, enjoying the company of the other as they let loose on the bed, a spray of transparent fluids staining the sheets and marking their curvaceous forms, parting momentarily as they simply enjoyed the moment they felt their bodies become one, gazing longingly into each other’s eyes before getting back into the heat of things with renewed vigor.

In their minds, the two girls knew that they were made for each other, and once the day was over and the dust had settled, the loving couple swore they would live each day to the fullest side by side, never looking back as both took comfort in the fact that they only needed each other through whatever might come their way.

–

Elsewhere, the system kept a close eye on the situation, seemingly relieved as it watched events unfold.

In the first place, the character known as Mercedes was never meant to live through the route it’s owner had saved and loaded, only living to see the next day if the player had managed to recruit her beforehand.

And after the memory relapse the former human-turned-AI seemed to have about the conflicting events, the system’s fears of the story never being able to change had been proven wrong as it watched Dorothea snap her out of it through their loving relationship it had helped to bring to fruition through a fabricated series of Support events between the two fictional characters.

Though it supposed that it was better off left in the dark, preferring this outcome over the latter even if it was in the end; all fake.

Wondering what it could do next, the system turned off the view on Mercedes’ new life as it  began to tinker with more possibilities, turning its attention to other characters and storylines in the world it had been charged with repairing and maintaining.

Hopefully another user would drop by soon, it would certainly help speed things up.

THE END