Chivalry before the Fumble
“Will your runes really change me to the opposite sex?”
“That is correct, Master. Would you like you to see?” The Queen of the Land of Shadows held her hand out.
Even though Summer had already passed, Scathach struts about in her swimsuit from time to time. Of course, wherever she went, the majority of male eyes locked on to her. Her Master included. To her surprise though, he didn't come to her seeking company.
“Senpai, I don't think this is a good idea.” Mashu interjects.
Gudao raises his eyebrows, “Is there a problem?”
Before she can respond, Scathach pats her head, “Well, if anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility for it. Even so, I have not made too many a grave mistake before in use of my abilities.”
Mashu slumps forward, “I see.”
“And should he be unable to change back, I do have a rune that can fix his lack thereof below the waist.” Scathach turns away to an open space, not noticing the red hue spread across Mashu’s face. The pair follows after the bikini-clad warrior. Unaware of the fated collision bound to occur near them.
Lord El-Melloi II strides down the hallway with a book in each hand. One of which, he becomes too absorbed in reading. Coming his way, the older iteration of Arturia comes riding down the hall in a hurry. Voices matching her own call out to her to ‘come back’. What comes next is the epitome of a train crash in slow motion.
El-Melloi steadily tilts his head up. Arturia turns forward in time to see soon-to-be roadkill. His books fall to the ground in a loud thud. She pulls on her Stallion to turn around at the last second. And he employs a spell to nullify the impact as much as possible. While he felt almost no pain, the horse’s muscular thigh knocks him a meter away.
At the same time, Scathach activates her rune on Gudao with Mashu at her side, out of range. A magical inscription appears on the floor beneath her Master’s feet. In a flash of light, Gudao closed his eyes instinctively. Opening them, he felt up his body to identify the changes. His physique became more lean and slim. The clothes somewhat baggy on himself. Scathach and Mashu came over for a closer look.
“Well?” Gudao’s higher-pitched voice leaks out.
“Well,” Scathach hums, “Anything out of place?”
Gudao turned around and checked the most important place. With a sigh, he- well she now- turned back and nods. “I’ve completely transformed into a woman.”
“Then, everything worked as intended. I have to say, you look good as the opposite sex.” Scathach folds her arms under her breasts.
“Senpai…” Mashu pulls on her Master’s arm. She draws from her a pocket a portable mirror. Handing it over, Gudao takes it and checks his face.
She frowns, “Why is my hair and eyes orange?”
“Are you alright!?” Finally cutting through their attention, they spin to the side. On the floor, the Caster-class tactician was lying on his stomach. The older variant of Arturia left her mount and ran over to his side. About to reach to him, El-Melloi grunts and starts to support himself. Alas, his day wasn’t about to get better.
To everyone present, a combined gasp escaped their mouths. Grumbling and patting the dirt off himself, El-Melloi didn’t fail to catch their silence. Looking up, he saw their faces and then felt something was off. Much like Gudao had done himself, he checked himself over. Feeling things that were and weren’t there, he remarks, “What is—?” Hearing his deep voice go a few pitches high, he- well she, like her Master now- froze.
“Well then,” Scathach hums, breaking the ice, “It appears the range was far greater than I predicted.”
* * * * *
Right after, El-Melloi was not pleased with the turn of events. Her Master took her outrage in stride. Scathach remarked that it shouldn’t last long enough anyways. At this, the lord settled down somewhat. The problem was what he would do in that time waiting. Arturia profusely apologized for not looking her way. She went so far as to go on one knee in front of her. She even swore she would look after her until he reverted back.
In the face of her sincere reproach to her fault, El-Melloi couldn't help but give in to her demand.
Her Master however, had a mischievous look in her eye. “Well, until you recover, I have a suggestion.”
What led next would be El-Melloi’s ultimate humiliation. She was forced to wear a maid uniform and work in Gillies bar until such time has passed. It appeared the timing couldn’t be more perfect, since the deranged mage was expanding his stock to coffee beans. With a cry of ‘COOOOOOOOOL!’ he accepted the troubled lord to his work force.
Strangely, she fit the uniform quite well with her long hair in a ponytail. Her features had become more feminine, her piercing eyes giving off a siren allure. Sadly for her, she didn’t revert back the same day or after and even the day after tomorrow. In her time of hardship, she did find solace in the older Arturia to help ease through her dilemma as she swore she would. They eventually clicked together and enjoyed each other’s company. Unlike before, she could approach him more easily. And he found peace-of-mind in her care.
After a quiet day, her Master decided to drop in and check on her. She wore her Black Suit in lieu of her usual Chaldea Uniform. She did take in joy in El-Melloi squirming in his presence. Mashu joined them, and unlike Arturia, she was instead making sure her Master didn’t do anything crazy. Needing a break, El-Melloi went to the restroom to get away. After having her fun, Gudao ordered a drink and chatted with Mashu.
Arturia took in the scene delightfully while sipping her hot coffee. She hoped that even after this, she could still maintain the new relationship she had with El-Melloi. They were even on a more intimate name basis.
“Ah!” A cry draws Arturia’s attention. Turning her head, she chokes on her drink in surprise. Sitting at the corner table, her Master reverted to his original gender. To both Arturia and Mashu’s shock, Gudao took the sudden change in stride. Patting himself all over, he sighs, “On the bright side, it's a good thing I chose this Mystic Code today.”
With that said, Arturia gasps, “It couldn't have…!”
Picking up her bag and coffee, she rushes over behind the bar counter. The wooden floor creaks beneath her sabatons. With drink and bag in each hand, she stops at the end of the corridor. Raising her left hand, she knocks on the door. No sound from within. Using the same hand, Arturia opens the door, “Waver?”
The order of disastrous moments transpire as follows. First, the occupant raises their head with mouth agape. Second, Arturia’s eyes go wide. Third, she is treated to the sight of Lord El-Melloi (back to his original form) in uniform. Fourth, unable to react properly, Arturia’s right hand goes lax and drops the still hot coffee above his crotch. And finally, the poor man in drag does all he can to withhold his outcry of severe pain.
* * * * *
“I am so sorry,” Arturia says while cleaning up the mess, “I did not intend for that to happen…”
El-Melloi sighs, “It was only a matter of when, that I would revert back. Even so, I shouldn't have kept quiet when you knocked.”
“Even so-!” Arturia starts, but stops from the hand placed on her shoulder.
The Pseudo-Servant looks down, “It's alright, it couldn't be helped.”
The two become silent in recollection. El-Melloi realizes the position he's in. Alone with a woman on her knees in the bathroom with him half-naked. Finding himself in a scandalous situation, he attempts to appear calm and uninterested but his lower half slowly rises at attention. Arturia notices the bulge in his undergarments. Rather than turning away, she gives pause to the scenario before her. Coming to a conclusion, she reaches out to his hips.
Feeling his underwear pulling away, El-Melloi catches her wrists, “What are you…!?”
“Please, allow me to make amends for my mistakes.” Arturia reveals his rising phallus. “You ended up becoming a woman by my mishap, and soon after you turned back, I wounded you where you're weakest.”
As she grasps his penis, El-Melloi exhales at her cool fingers touching him, “I already said...”
“I ask of you—!” Arturia causes him to recoil at her rise in tone. She looks up at him, and pleads, “Let me make up for my folly.”
Looking back down, she wraps her right hand around the shaft. The vein along the side pulses with life. Tracing it upwards, Arturia slowly unravels the head of its cover. Hearing his uneven breathing, she hesitates but sucks in her saliva and lets it drip down. Rolling the skin back up, the head takes on a wet shine.
From the top, she pulls down his foreskin revealing the pinkish bulb. Sliding her grip to the middle, she starts a rhythm from the base to beneath the head. El-Melloi catches his breath and relaxes. At that motion, Arturia begins speeding up her ministrations. Pumping the length enough causes pre-cum to coat and run down the bulb. Sliding from the ridge, the liquid mixes with her grip and works over the entire shaft.
“Sabe- Arturia…” El-Melloi catches her attention, “I have a favor to ask.”
Without loosening her hold, she stares back at him, “What is it, Waver?”
“If you don't mind…” lowering his gaze further down, he coughs into his hand, “Could you use your breasts?”
Instead of discomfort he was expecting, Arturia raises one of her eyebrows, “My breasts…?”
He nods. Arturia takes a moment to take in his request. Clarity spreads across her face. Letting go of his dick, she pulls down the top of her outfit. Cupping her own chest, she shuffles closer to his crotch. She envelops his cock between the valley of her great rack, the head barely peeking out.
“Like this?” She says.
He closes his eyes at the sensation, “Yes.”
Like she did before by hand, Arturia lifts her breasts along the length of his penis. She sighs at the intense warmth from his phallus. The air is a little chilly in the restroom. She squeezes herself closer to El-Melloi. The pressure of her chest makes the tension in his shoulders go slack.
Unconsciously, he starts to raise his hips in tune with Arturia’s massage. The precum from before spills out into the crevice of her considerable chest. It serves as lubricant, speeding up the pace of her rubbing. While the smell is weird, she doesn't mind it. In fact, it makes her a bit dizzy and hot below. Without El-Melloi noticing, she snakes her right hand between her legs.
Arturia feels a damp spot as she shifts her clothing aside. Feeling the edges of her labia, she starts to pleasure herself. Waking from his stupor, El-Melloi looks down at the heavenly sight. Seeing her other hand missing, he faintly hears faint squelching sounds below. Realizing that she’s pleasuring herself as she does to him, it sends him in a frenzy.
“Ah…!” Arturia yelps at her bosom fondled. Her partner took it upon himself to help. Placing his hand over her own hand still cupping her breast, he squeezes the flesh while encouraging her pace. The wet smacking of flesh below and above for them has them panting like dogs in heat. She digs her finger into the right spot that sends sparks to her mind. And he ramps up the friction of her titfuck sending him on the edge.
To the surprise of no one, they achieve simultaneous orgasms. Arturia’s knees give out on her. El-Melloi shoots his seed atop her chest. Out of breath, the two gaze at each other. Without word, he leans forward to give her a kiss. She takes it then pulls away a bit when he goes for another. He pulls on her arm, locking lips with her. This time, she holds onto his arm as she reciprocates the kiss.
As they slowly come down from their sexual high, Arturia wipes his seed off her chest. Still smothered in between, she feels his cock still hard and hot. She remarks, “Was I not sufficient enough?”
He replies, “You performed admirably, I’m just still wanting…”
Arturia smiles at him, still in in a daze. She stands up and settles down onto his lap. His erection crushed beneath her moist nether regions. She then lifts herself, taking his penis in hand. Stroking it all the while, she points it upward and presses the head of it against her lower lips. She moans, “Then, I’m in your care.”
She drops all the way down with relative ease. His dick slowly penetrates her as she grunts from the intrusion. Not to hurt her or himself, he prods an inch at a time and waits. When his erection is all the way inside, Arturia finally sits back down on his lap. The two hold each other to adjust to their new union. Her insides hold him in a vice as his phallus stretches out hers. Taking it slow, they hump their crotches in unison. Her grip tightens on his shoulders as she starts moving on her own.
“Hah ahh…” Arturia moans into his ear. Glad that she is finding pleasure in this, he slides his hands down her sides. He grabs onto her rear and holds her for easier thrusting. Not to slouch in her own efforts, she bounces atop his lap. Gripping his shoulders, she moves her waist in a way that buries his dick in that same spot that sent sparks earlier to her head. In front of him, her great rack bounces with a hypnotizing movement. Unable to resist he latches onto one of her nipples, sucking in the tip.
“Ahh…! Not too-!” Unable to contain her rising moans, Arturia squirms in his lap. Her shifting in place just emboldens him to continue. She clutches his head to her bosom. He licks and swirls his tongue around the aureole, while fondling the other breast. She twitches in the embrace and can’t help her slight drool at the corner of her mouth.
“Waver…” She says, breathlessly. He knows what’s coming; he’s on the edge himself. He relentlessly stabs himself into her. Her moaning devolves to almost squealing. Despite the limited space, and their cohabitation taking place on a toilet of all things, she wrap her legs around his waist as best she can. Suddenly, El-Melloi with all the vigor he has stands up with her in his arms. The two clutch each other, nearly crushing their bodies under the strain. Letting go of her tit, he grunts as she can’t contain her voice.
Feeling her insides nearly squeeze him dry, he spills his seed deep inside. They spasm in their embrace, unable to let go. Soon, the strength in their limbs leaves them and he slumps back down on the seat. She leans into his shoulder, completely spent. Their sweat running down their craniums and their necks give them a nice afterglow shine.
After cleaning themselves up, Arturia gives him the bag of clothes, she leaves. Feeling relief at her foresight, he opens the bag and looks inside. He couldn’t react. She had brought him the wrong set of clothes. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs.
Well, at least she tried.
Turning into a girl and being forced to work at a cafe wasn't Waver's idea of a good time, but the day just might get better when a buxom Artoria comes in for coffee. (Waitress, Genderbend)