A continuation of sorts (3rd part) from the previous 2 FE3H stories in a commission for <span class="username-with-symbol u"><a class="u regular username" href="https://www.deviantart.com/schevey89" target="_self">schevey89</a><span class="user-symbol regular" data-quicktip-text="" data-show-tooltip="" data-gruser-type="regular"></span></span> (sorry for the incredibly long wait on this one)! this time featuring a pair of disgruntled prankster cops being turned into Catherine and Shamir from Three Houses. Hope you enjoy!<br /><br />And if you didnt know yet, i've had a discord server setup for awhile now for generally easier communications and a place to post nsfw caps and stories i wouldnt be able to upload because of the image :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://discord.gg/V8DDZ6Tdt4">discord.gg/V8DDZ6Tdt4</a><br /><br />Part 1 :&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="897105184" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/yakertg/art/Unlikely-Queen-FE3H-Petra-TG-Story-897105184" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Unlikely Queen - FE3H Petra TG Story</strong>It had been years since Jerry had touched his Switch till now, it had been a coincidence really. One day while surfing the net and browsing reseller sites, Jerry had found a listing for an extremely cheap copy of the game; Fire Emblem : Three Houses, from a reputable seller. Not wasting a second, Jerry had dropped the guy a message and agreed to buy from him. Another week of waiting, and the game had arrived at his doorstep.Back then, Jerry never had the chance to complete the game, losing his physical copy after moving houses to a suburb down in Evermorn City’s lower districts. He’d cursed his fate, not willing to spend a whopping seventy bucks on another copy of the game. Fast forward a few years later and here Jerry stood, Switch in hand with a fresh copy of the game he’d longed to finish for so long at a price well under resale value, he was just one more battle away from obtaining the ending to the best route in the game!Booting up the game, Jerry was greeted with the all too familiar main menu music as he loads up his save file, Jerry thinks back to his progress. Getting giddy with excitement as he remembers all the memorable characters he’d met through the beginning. His reminiscing is interrupted however, as the screen begins to flicker and glitch out, an error message Jerry had never seen before appearing across the screen<span>ERROR FILE NOT FOUND</span><span>ASSET NAME PETRA.MDL MISSING</span>Disappointed that he might’ve gotten a defective copy, Jerry’s hands reach for the ejection port as he mutters angrily to himself, unaware of the screen flashing with text that stops as his hands make contact with the console, displaying a singular sentence:<span>ASSET DETECTED...ACQUIRING...0%</span>The Switch screen goes nuclear as Jerry’s hands phase into the screen, the sudden suction forcing him to his knees as he sees his body digitize into code, flowing into the white hot screen as numbers and letters fly across it. Shouting in panic, Jerry grabs hold of a nearby table leg as he slips onto the floor, feet sucked into the digital black hole as he hears the table drag across the floor at the force of the pull.<span>ACQUIRING...60%</span>The portal had devoured most of Jerry’s body at this point, desperately clinging on as he felt a mixture of feelings bombard his mind; fear, panic, confusion, anger. Beyond the glowing light, Jerry could still feel parts of himself, weirdly disembodied and foreign as he struggled to hold on, more of him being dragged into the light as he looked around for anything he could use to stop the process, grabbing a hold of the nearby bat lying by the wall in a last ditch effort, Jerry swings, but fails to hit anything as he’s sent flying into the screen with a frustrated shout along with his makeshift weapon, leaving the room empty and quiet once more besides the low hum of the malfunctioning device in the room as it powers down.After a few seconds of silence. The screen flickers to life again as a new screen loads up, using the stylized font and UI designs of Three Houses but on it is the naked, digitized form of Jerry, standing still and frozen in a scream with a bat in hand as another error message pops up.<span>ERROR...ASSET CONFLICT DETECTED...MODEL : JERRY.MDL FILE : JERRY.TXT </span><span>ATTEMPTING FIX…</span>As the error message disappears, the form of Jerry begins to pixelate, his pale skin tanning itself into a natural chocolate brown as tribal tattoos paint themselves across his cheeks and rapidly widening shoulders, his body bulking with thick layers of muscle and flesh, long locks of black hair dyeing itself a bright purple as they flow around his rejuvenated form. Jerry now looked like some teenaged tribal man, his well trained body with evident musculature from constant hunts and fighting contrasted to the slightly pudgy, adult American standing in place just moments before<span>APPLYING FIXES...60%</span>As hidden progress bar fills, Jerry’s new form begins to pixelate again as drastic changes occur, the bat in his hand morphs into a large blade, his muscles slimming down as supple fat takes over, the dark brown skin lightening slightly as they soften, a youthful sheen rippling across as body hair vanishes, though the tattoos remain. Jerry’s slimming form begins to widen, as his hips pulse outwards while his waist pinches in forming an hourglass figure, a void forming between his legs as his endowed member vanishes. For a split second, the distorted moan of a voice mixed with a grown man and a young lady, blares from the Switch before falling silent once more.The changes slow down as the pixelation over Jerry’s form fades; the blade in his hands replaced with a smaller, curved sword now in its sheath, his burly body replaced with that of a slim tribal girl who knew how to handle a weapon to defend the home, slight muscle showing across her toned belly, slender arms and round thighs. His rough face morphed into the beautiful visage of a blooming beauty, a stern fire burning in her alluring eyes as she gazes silently into the distance . Despite her muscle though, the girl Jerry had become sported a sizeable rack of her own, coming in close to C-cups. But given her age, she had amazing potential once she’d grown up into a mature woman. His rough cut hair gave way to long slender locks of shining purple hair.,<span></span>Once the physical changes are done, an outfit materializes over Jerry’s new form; a tight fitting formal white top coupled with a tight corset dress that showed off her long, slender legs and pert breasts, the fabric wrapping tightly around her flesh as her long purple locks of hair style themselves into a ponytail leaning over her shoulder and ending with braids.<span>FIXES APPLIED....ERROR...MODEL : PETRA.MDL CONFLICTING WITH FILE : JERRY.TXT</span><span>OVERWRITING…</span>Within his digital prison, Jerry could do nothing but mentally scream as he’d felt himself change from a normal american man into some tribal beefcake before feeling the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his life as his muscular form was bent and moulded into a young girl with curves and an ass (not like anyone could see it) that would send others into a frenzy. He wanted to move, to fight back, do anything! But Jerry was a prisoner here, his body locked into some weird pose as he’s forced to stare sternly into the distance, a hand over the hilt of his new sword and the other, half-clenched in a feminine manner.A sudden jolt to the back of his mind stuns him into silence however, as Jerry feels tendrils slip into his mind, overwriting, deleting and adding new presets and information into him. The figure of the girl twitches slightly as Jerry finds new energy, struggling against the perverted feeling in his mind as he yells out, only to find himself spooked at his speech pattern. “<span>I find this very uncomfortable...please stop this now at once! Why am i speaking in this unusual way? What-</span>”<span>ERROR...MODEL : PETRA.MDL , FILE : JERRY.TXT NON-COMPLIANT</span><span>INCREASING WORKLOAD...</span>As the slow probing intensifies into a white hot pain, Jerry screams as the figure of the girl he now was resumes its pose. The manly voice of Jerry begins to distort as a new voice seeps in, overlaying as he begins to sound more feminine. Soon, Jerry screams in an accented, young woman’s voice as he feels memories of his average life fade away; replaced with memories of leading a harsh childhood filled with memories of knights storming her homeland as news of Brigid’s surrender made the rounds, the death of the King’s son leaving her next in line as his granddaughter. Once the invasion was done and Brigid had been inducted as a vassal state, she was taken away from Brigid to an entirely different land altogether to serve as a political prisoner at a monastery that also served as a training academy, standing on neutral ground. She despised the thought of being a pawn on the board to force her family back home to kneel, deciding instead to work hard to strengthen herself, using wisdom and understanding over power as she sought to bridge the gap between her people and those of Fodlan. She was Petra Macneary, the young heiress to the Brigid royalty, the remnants of Jerry fading away as his new identity overrode him completely.<span>FIXES APPLIED...SCANNING LOADED FILE...CHAPTER PROGRESS : 21 (SILVER SNOW ROUTE)...UPDATING ASSETS</span>Another pixelation occurs as the teenaged body of Petra ages slightly into a young woman in her early twenties, her simple braided ponytail explodes into a graceful mane of silky purple, earrings manifest in her dainty earlobes as she grows taller, gaining muscle as years of fighting ingrain themselves into her. Her youthful face matures into a grown beauty as her lips gain a sheen to it as it becomes plump and kissable. Her bosom grows slightly as her waist pinches in and her hips widen considerably into childbearing ones, a blush forms on her face as memories of her love proposing to her and giving his first night to her after their brief but memorable confession flashes by, alongside years worth of self-taught studies in the native tongue of Fodlan’s people. “<span>My dearest...I long for your skilled handling again...but it can wait until our work is at an end...</span>” ,<span></span>As the changes end, the tight fitting attire once adorning her younger self morphs into a fitting one reminiscent of her homeland’s aesthetics. A tight fitting top and short skirt marked with tribal patterns and symbols, allowing for maximum mobility in battle now adorns her body as threads and cloth hang decoratively off of her, a fierce warrior that had an air of elegance to her as she danced across the battlefield, a lethal blur with her skilled handling of the sword. A bundle of golden rings clench around her lithe neck as bangles jingle around her arms, completing her look as a woman of Brigid Royalty.<span>LOADING COMPLETE...STARTING UP SAVE FILE...PLEASE WAIT...ERROR : MINOR CONFLICT WITH STORY PROGRESS...FIXING</span><span>LOADED</span>Petra groggily awakens as she gets out of bed, looking around dazed as she inspects her surroundings, it was her room she still used in Garreg Mach; fond memories of fooling around with her classmates, studying and polishing her sword still fresh in her mind, along with a sudden pang of sadness. “<span>It’s sad, not all of us could be standing here today…together like back then...before all this.</span>” As she stares down in solemn thought, she notices her lack of clothes. Not even underwear covering her curvaceous body splayed out on the bed, she’d always found it weird people complimented her looks even with her muscles showing clearly, scarring evident on some parts of her otherwise smooth exotic skin. “<span>I always take care to at least wear underclothes to bed...i don’t remember, hm?</span>” Another figure lying by her side under the sheets grabs her attention, cautiously peeking under the covers, blue-green locks of hair peek through as Petra quickly lets go of the sheets, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Had he slipped in last night?! She didn’t lock the doors!,<span></span>Shaking off her panic, Petra slinks quietly out of bed as she grabs her Brigid clothes, careful not to wake her future husband. She&apos;d fallen asleep naked for some reason last night...thank her lucky stars no one had come in...or so she’d thought. Had Byleth been with her by chance? Or did he come in, seeing her vulnerable and decide to stay with her? She couldn’t remember the events of last night, a fog in her mind. The events of the day before were fresh in her mind though; After a long and arduous war, the united armies had managed to quell the Immaculate One with Byleth leading the fight, Petra at his side as Rhea had lost control of herself in her weakened state. They’d managed to save her life in the process as peace finally settled over the land with the removal of Shambhala and the end of Those Who Slither in The Dark. They’d planned to form a united kingdom over the various kingdoms of Fodlan with Byleth taking the reins as leader and king of the United Kingdoms of Fodlan.Finished putting on her skirt, Petra stared at her reflection’s clear hazel eyes in the mirror, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind like she was forgetting something, was it her worries about her new position as Queen of the kingdoms of Fodlan? Wondering how the people would feel with her serving as queen by Byleth’s side. She wasn’t native to these lands at all...the animosity and discrimination towards her people was still a thing in the peopl of Fodlan. But in truth, this was a massive blessing for her. Never forgetting her place of birth, her unique position served as a bridge that could help unite Brigid with the kingdoms of Fodlan, it was what she’d been dreaming of for so long! It would be a long, tricky road to navigate but with the love of her life by her side, she was sure that true peace and understanding between Brigid and Fodlan as equals wasn’t that far off. Speaking of, the marriage was just a few days away, but before then, the two had more pressing matters to attend to in the aftermath of the continent-spanning conflict, putting away her excitement as Petra gave her reflection one last stare of confidence, the doubts fading away from her mind.Turning back to the bed, Petra gently nudges Byleth awake as his deep blue eyes flutter open to see his wife standing over him. It was the first of many busy days for the newly crowned couple, working tirelessly to rebuild Fodlan while spending what little time they had together in leisure. Fodlan and Brigid would eventually coalesce into one, the initial skeptics in Fodlan eventually hailing Petra as a great and capable leader, as she worked hard to bring happiness and peace to both sides, alongside her family she’d entrusted the throne to. The blissful couple, living out the rest of their days together, their goals accomplished and conflict, a thing of the past.<span>THE END</span></q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Part 2 :&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="909646064" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/yakertg/art/Changing-the-Story-FE3H-Mercedes-TG-Story-909646064" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Changing the Story - FE3H Mercedes TG Story</strong>“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 &apos;human&apos; 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.<span>ASSET DETECTED...THOMAS.MDL : ASSET DETECTED…THOMAS.TXT…</span>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.<span>H-Hello?</span><span>ERROR…ASSET CONFLICT DETECTED…THOMAS.MDL : THOMAS.TXT…</span><span>ATTEMPTING FIX…</span>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.<span>APPLYING FIXES - 20%</span>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 <span>very</span> well with his new outfit.<span>APPLYING FIXES - 45%</span>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 calvesWhile 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.,<span></span>Or rather, the <span>girl</span> 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.<span>APPLYING FIXES - 80%</span><span>FILE : THOMAS.MDL SUCCESSFULLY SAVED AS MERCEDES.MDL…</span> 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.<span>FIXES APPLIED…SCANNING LOADED FILE…CHAPTER PROGRESS : 21 (SILVER SNOW ROUTE)...UPDATING ASSETS…</span><span>MODIFY MERCEDES - DOROTHEA SUPPORT : S - TRUE…</span><span>UPDATING ASSETS…</span>–“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..<span>What was that? A vision of the future? B-but that was Gronder Field wasn’t it? I-</span>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-<span>ahn!</span>”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?”“<span>Hngh?</span> 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&apos;s cheeks.“Do you <span>want </span>me to continue, dear?”Dorothea already knew the answer but she wanted to hear it from the girl&apos;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.,<span></span>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.<span>THE END</span></q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Unedited Image 1 by&nbsp; P-Nekor :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/205403">www.pixiv.net/en/users/205403</a><br /><br />Image 2 by Uni_9248 :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/43878501">www.pixiv.net/en/users/4387850&hellip;</a><br /><br />Image 3 by Homomomomon :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/14994982">www.pixiv.net/en/users/1499498&hellip;</a><br /><br />Unedited Image 4 by Devilukez : <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/4873690">www.pixiv.net/en/users/4873690</a><br /><br />Image 5 by Kukumomo :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/3143864">www.pixiv.net/en/users/3143864</a>