Failure was not something Ursula tolerated, much less accepted. Being one of the Four Fangs, she had made quite the name for herself as someone that only accepted perfection, one ideal she had always strived for. This usually was hailed as dedicated and hard-working, but she could be considered intransigent and inflexible, and this attitude had finally come back to bite her. The elimination of her latest target had resulted in a failure. She was supposed to clean up and make sure the target was done for good, but that damned girl and the assassin she thought lacked a heart had thrown everything into disarray. Not only was the target alive, but the two deserters had gotten away and she had been badly wounded. As fate’s final twisted laugh, the one she admired the most, who was perfection incarnate for her, was dead. Saying things looked grim was to fall oh-so-very-short of her current situation, as she struggled to make her way through the forest. However, footsteps gave away that she was not alone, nor safe, probably. Turning around the blue haired woman was met by a familiar face; one she had hoped not to see in the foreseeable future.

- You have failed, Blue Crow.

Ursula winced both at the pain of her wounds and at the mention of her assassin name by the visitor. The other one was tall, lean and cold looking. Golden eyes scrutinized everything in sight and went all too well with a pristine white skin and a long, lustrous dark mane; and they were completely focused on her. Ursula gave no answer, as trying to not pass away by the pain was challenging enough.

- For someone that is after the ever evasive “perfection”, this is… concerning. You know what is the price of failure and what must be done.

- I… I understand.

She had gone along with those words, but in her mind Ursula was livid with fury. This creature dared to demand of her to merely stand down and die, after tearing the Black Fang apart and only showing up to the situations that were advantageous. But her cold and logical side did acknowledge that she had no chance in a fight in her current condition, that standing down might bring the quickest and most painless death she could hope for. And if she did fight and win, by some miracle, she would have to fend off the castle guard or worse, the Angel of Death might come for her. However, she would not give this one the satisfaction of an answer.
Holding a neutral expression in her face, she merely looked back in silence, throwing as much disdain as she could in her gaze while the other one prepared the spell to finish her off.

- Such good quintessence… Master will put it to good use.

The spell lunged at her, and her sight faded to white. However, in her last conscious moments she thought she saw the attacker running at her and trying to get a hold of her. She felt light and warm, and was that slight panic on her face? The supposedly unfeeling perfect work of her “master”? She might have the final laugh after all, and could enter the afterlife with some modicum of peace.

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Ursula slowly opened her eyes, finding herself tucked in a bed, a blanket over her and feeling alive. A slow inspection of her body revealed that her wounds had been treated and healed, which led her to believe that she was still alive somehow. As she sat up she took the blanket of her and found that her torso had part of it covered in bandages, where she had suffered the worst wounds. Whoever had helped her not only was skilled in medicine, but also in healing magic for the wounds to heal so quickly. But then again, she didn’t know how long she had been out, nor where she was for that matter, but she certainly had been in good care.
She took the next step, standing up from the bed, although it took her some actual effort not to fall back in the bed immediately. She wasn’t at her full strength yet it seemed, but she could make an effort to get out of the room and find someone to get information from. Walking slowly, she made her way to the door, which immediately opened, revealing a corridor with plenty of light and opening that showed the immediate surroundings. She was in some sort of fort, one that had been in quite the precarious condition in the past, but had recently been repaired if the patched parts were anything to go by. Other than that, she was greeted by an idyllic grassland with some hills and a stream that went to a sea not far away, all of it bathed in a warm and gentle light of the sun high in the sky.

- Oh, I see you are awake already.

Ursula turned around to face the voice, having been distracted by the surroundings, but the origin of the voice was equally eye catching. She was quite the woman, or rather they were. Looking back at her were two beings that she could only describe as metal women, a light green one and an icy blue one. The two of them were lean, well-endowed and very eye catching, mostly because they walked around completely nude, not hiding anything from her. Their demeanour was also calm and friendly, motherly even, and seeing she made no reaction, they approached her. Their hands felt warm and malleable, and yet, due to the being metallic, smooth and delicate. Their bodies reflected the light, giving them an almost mythical aura, but she could also feel that they were far from defenceless, even more so in the case of the green one with the long hair. She might look delicate and motherly, but those hands were those of someone who had her fair share of brawls and punching in the past.

- Why do you not speak?

Truth to be told, Ursula’s reason to keep quiet was the sheer amazement and awe she was overcome with by merely looking at them. She had always strived for nothing less but perfection, and now here she was, in front of what had set a new standard for her. Her previous model and standard were nothing compared to these two beings, who hadn’t to worry about age or lessening their standards, and the experience they gave away made her understand that they now had an eternity to hone their skills until they achieved nothing but perfection.

- Excuse me? Are you feeling ill? Perhaps-

- You are magnificent.

Ursula’s reaction caught the three of them completely of guard. Neither Rhea, Gunnthrá or Ursula expected that reaction, and as a bright blush took over her face, she tried to put together some sort of excuse in her mind, only to fail doing so. However, and much to her surprise, the green metal woman smiled, although a blush was visible on her face too.

- Thank you for the compliment.

- Miss, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard. You were wounded when you first arrived here…

However, Gunnthrá’s words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as the supposedly wounded woman not only stood up, but slowly closed the small distance between them, rising a hand to caress their shiny and smooth bodies.

- So…

- Oh, she’s up already?

As a new voice came to them, Ursula’s reaction shifted back to the previous awe and amazement. There were more of them, similar looking, but different in their own unique way. Currently She was standing before three of them. One purple, standing flanked by the other two, a maroon one and a crimson one, all of them looking at her in their splendour. The purple one seemed to be the ruling one, as the other two that had first met immediately greeted her while she approached.

- I thought to pass by and check on you, but I see you are already standing on your own two feet…

- You… you are perfect.

A shocked silence took over, as Camilla and everyone else present took those words in. They hadn’t seen that reaction coming, although to Rhea and Gunnthrá it didn’t come as much of a surprise. Ursula closed the distance between her and the purple metallic woman, her legs failing her in the last second and making everyone rush in to hold her up. As many metallic limbs held her up, she regained her footing and stood up once again, this time standing face to face with Camilla.

- You… you are magnificent. All of your companions are, but you are different, you feel different.

- …Excuse me?

- I only seek perfection, and I will not settle for anything less. Please, allow me to stay by your side.

She tried to get on her knees to make sure she made her point clear, but her legs ached too much to do so. Still, that she was willing to bend the knee was a clear sign of her devotion.

- I… see. -said Camilla- Come along then, we have some things we need to tell you about.

As she started walking once again, Camilla dismissed Rhea and Gunnthrá who went along Laegjarn to find their sisters, or in Rhea’s case, her lover. As they slowly walked to what seemed to be a main hall, Ursula was introduced to Camilla’s lover, a woman named Kiran, who had her own unique attraction, blending platinum and gold in her body. She also saw other women around, some the seemed to be made of blue metal, another green one, a gold one… fate might have finally given her what she was looking for after all.
Once they stopped they sat her down, not wanting to overwork her since she was still recovering. Then they explained everything, how they had arrived, why they looked the way they did, how the group had grown and what the dynamic of it was. Finally, they did tell her that she would join them, but left plenty of details in the air, only giving away that she would find out once she fully recovered.

The next few days passed by pleasantly, as through magic and medicine she healed back at a swift pace, and she was far from bored. She slowly got her autonomy back again, managing to move around just fine as if she had suffered no wounds in the first place. She had mainly spent those days ogling at the metallic women she saw, admiring their presence and their bodies, barely containing her excitement for what was to come. So, when Rhea told her one evening to head for a room in particular, showing her the way she would walk later, her excitement only grew. Of course, she would not show it publicly, but seeing no one as she walked only made her wonder. When she opened the door, she was met with a vision she would have never imagined, but fitted so perfectly with what fate had in store for her.
Camilla sat in the middle of the ensemble, while Kiran pressed her body against her and Loki kneeled by her left while Anna did on the right. To their left were Lyn and Florina, the dark green and lilac woman making their relation very clear. Mirroring them, to the right, were Rhea and Byleth, both light green women posed in a similar way. The extremes of the ensemble had a quartet of women each, to the left being Azura, Corrin, Mikoto and Arete; while to the right were Gunnthrá and Laegjarn with Laevatein and Fjorm, their younger sisters. Now it was their turn to ogle her, and as she closed the door behind her and approached them things got underway. The place was littered in comfortable mattresses and carpets, courtesy of Anna and her escapades, but as the lovemaking got more intense, Ursula being in the centre of it, she could feel herself change and transform. Kisses and caresses soon gave way to more passionate and daring love-making, and Ursula was being taken care of by Camilla and Kiran, with the occasional assistance of Loki and caresses from the rest of the group. The transformation felt great. Her body became metal as it took the same shade of colour of her hair, just like the rest of her sisters and her new queens, but was as flexible and malleable as ever, which allowed her to show some skills that she used very sparingly. This only kept escalating, turning into hours of pleasure for all those involved until exhaustion took them under their wing, putting them off to rest.

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Ursula wasn’t exactly keen on light before, preferring the dark due to her assassin work, but now she couldn’t help but enjoy basking in the warm sunlight. Not only she admired her fellow peers, but she flaunted her new metallic body, her curves and assets glistening under the light with a purplish-blue sheen. However, her main focus of admiration was, above all, Kiran and Camilla. Kiran, despite her smaller size and frame, had grown on her, her attitude and physique combining to really take a liking to the girl. Camilla on the other hand was almost an object of adoration to her, seeing her almost like the living statue of a goddess.
Currently, she was relaxing, as her queens talked with Anna and Laegjarn about expanding the area and the structures they used, since Kiran and Camilla’s harem had grown quite considerably. And the elder muspellian sister had insisted on trying to come with some sort of training ground, the exercise being something beneficial for all.

- How are you doing, new girl?

- I’m fine Loki, no need for you to ask.

- Oh, but it’s my responsibility to make sure the rest of you are fine. It comes with being the first to join them.

- Really now? -Said Ursula as she stood up and faced Loki, the maroon woman standing slightly taller than her.

- Really. It is fine that you adore them so much, but remember that I am their first. Understood?

- Or what?

By now both women were face to face with no space between them, so Loki, in her usual fashion, took the chance and squeezed her big breasts against Ursula’s. In any other moment she would have never answered to such a provocation, but right now she wasn’t backing down, and Ursula pressed her own considerable set of boobs against Loki’s, forming quite the image. They would not freeze in place, but if they did, they would form quite the exotic set. Looking from a distance, Camilla watched with an amused and honest smile, enjoying the view while Kiran merely sighed at their antics. If things kept going this way, it was a long way before it got stale.