I hate it.

Love

I hate it.

Happiness

I hate it.

Hope

…

A white-haired and red-eyed scantily clad Servant was walking through the halls of Chaldea. A stronghold that housed some of the most diverse and individualistic heroic (and not so heroic) spirits to date. When the Beast of Love was summoned by Fujimaru Ritsuka she expected to be a spectator to a grueling bloodbath. Rather, much to Kama’s disdain, it seemed that Ritsuka’s lack of magical talent was compensated with his ability to placate all Servants and their respective dispute. Who needs understanding, empathy, and compassion? This delightful air is absolutely sickening for a being such as myself who wants to drown this world in love. These were Kama’s thoughts. Whether she was in a child-like appearance or a more mature one. A scowl would be visible on her face if someone were to cast their gaze at her. For a being of love, Kama absolutely despised the concept. Especially how love was typically presented to children and attempted to be replicated by them when they grew up. What Kama desired was a love that wouldn’t foster a new life in this world or one that would maintain relationships. No. That went against the natural laws of the universe of entropy and decay. An expansion that would ultimately regress to a contraction of the universe’s borders. Before everything ends up snuffed out like a Goddess squishing an insect under her heel. Alas, this master of Chaldea, Ritsuka, has proven himself capable of utilizing the scant number of resources at hand for him. The events at Tokugawa attest to this fact. Kama had nearly reduced everyone into a slovenly shell of themselves. A humanity that would be pampered and coddled by her infinite love until they regressed into infantile nuisances. 

Snuffing humanity out would have been easier than taking candy from a baby.

A fact that Kama had become intimately familiar with whenever she joined the other children Servants in her child form. They seemed to be oblivious to the many cruelties that their fellow Servants experienced. Maintaining their purity. But! When she decided to take a little extra candy that, as Kama would put it, an insufferable Assassin servant with a mother’s complex said, 

“If you don’t want to give me more because Mommy wouldn’t like it then how about you just squirm back up your mother’s womb.” Kama snarled to herself as she passed by Jason. The boisterous yet cowardly Servant gave a glance at the muttering and seething beast.

…

“Nope.”

And like the great tactician the leader of the Argonauts was, he vamoosed out of the hallway to look for Hercules or some other strong Servant that could act as his bodyguard during this time. It wasn’t only Jason, as the growing hostility that Kama tried to contain had begun to leak. The air in her vicinity was palpable with her malice. 

Something had to be done.

Kama’s pondering led her back to thinking about her time with the children. However, her grimacing face was laser focused on the image of that mom of a Servant. The Japanese Servant Emiya. In many ways he reminded Kama of Ritsuka. The way he cared for everyone indirectly and used the most efficient approach to solve every problem. A true man of justice. And when she was in her adult form, more people recognized her for the threat she was and treated her appropriately. Well…not everyone. Kama’s frown deepened as she thought of the one person that she absolutely did not want to associate with in Chaldea. Her face twisted into an uncomfortable expression at recounting the few times that she had encountered Sessyoin Kiara. Another beast of love, but one that indulged in such a self-centered variant that Kama couldn’t bear to accommodate her. They may have been two halves of the seat of the Third Beast, but there was a reason that they were separate. Kama was certain that if her desire to care to degrade others and Kiara’s desire to absorb all the love for humanity were to collide…why there would be nothing left of either of them.

And that freaking lewd nun didn’t seem to care…now that I think about it. Wasn’t a version of Emiya a thorn in her side as well.

What first started as a distraction from the nauseating atmosphere, had now turned into a dastardly hobby. Kama took the time and effort to study each Servant at Chaldea. It is part of the reason that she had drawn so many parallels between Emiya and Ritsuka. In fact, a portion of the physical vassal that she was summoned into held some relevance to the modern Japanese Servant. Thus, Kama’s investigative efforts had delved deeper than her other projects. The maddened pace at which Kama was passing through the halls wasn’t just a byproduct of her stress or to coping mechanism. Rather, Kama walked with a purpose to end this insufferably sweetly and sophomoric atmosphere in the halls of Chaldea. 

Where are they?

Kama’s plan was a simple one. She had to take out Ritsuka. Of course, indirectly as Da Vinci, Mash, and several others always seem to be around the corner to protect the weak male. Kama realized that she couldn’t bring about a mortal end to him. Thus, her plan instead involved removing Ritsuka’s humanity. And thanks to Kama’s library research and behavioral analysis of her fellow Servants, she had found the perfect candidate for her dastardly plan.

With Ritsuka out of the way then these Servants will most definitely return to their more violent tendencies. Of course, my handsome little pawn will be none the wiser. As what leads them will be love.

Fortuitously, Kama had found the one she was looking for in the recreational room. Unlike the other Servants in the premises, the animal-eared and white-haired Servant had not vacated the area. Their rugged brown skin bulged as they lifted a weight that far eclipsed the size of their arm. A testament to their strength owed to training and divinity. Caenis could feel the looming presence that was the Beast called Kama, but their visage was one prepared for a confrontation. Unlike the Beast’s vague intentions Caenis’s feelings were as clear as day. 

“What the fuck do you want?!” Caenis’s expression was determined and unflinching. 

“Why Caenis, I thought that you and I were already well acquainted.” Kama said as her hostility subsided. The rough passion that threatened to boil over from Caenis’s voice soothed Kama’s temperament rather than aggravate it. 

I would expect nothing less of an individualistic Servant still becoming accustomed to Chaldea. Especially one who has had a connection with our pitiful Master in a past existence.

“I don’t like gods. Doesn’t matter where you are from.” Caenis stood up from the bench they were sitting on and approached Kama. “I hear that you burn nicely. Was it Parvati’s husband that reduced you to ashes? Isn’t something like that…a bit too quick. How about I run my spear through you and light it on fire. I’ve been meaning to have a little shish kebab…and you are a fine source of protein.” Caenis punctuated the end of their sentence with a lick of their brown lips. 

The Lancer Servant had approached the Beast near enough that their breasts were about to touch. Kama’s gaze was as confident and unwavering as the gaze of the semi-unwilling vassal of Poseidon’s power. “True. It would be a pleasure of mine to be of service to you in such a manner. But I think that you would much prefer that I help you with adjusting to the social norms here. Especially around Ritsuka.” Kama breathed the statements in a well-paced vitriol. Caenis’s nares flared, and their horse-like ears twitched at the mention of an apparent weakness of theirs. Kama had to subdue a knowing smirk when they saw a twitching growth down in Caenis’s lower garments. 

My assessment was right.

“There is something wrong in your head if you think that you can talk to me that way…” Caenis gritted their teeth. They mulled over the next words that left their mouth. “Two minutes. You have two minutes before I introduce you to the voracious end of my spear. And trust me that it will eviscerate and mutilate your bowels far before you can blink.” Kama didn’t let her relief show in response to Caenis’s statement.

“I understand that you are having a difficult time grasping your relationship with Ritsuka. Is it an intimate one of Master and Servant or a more professional one of employer and employee? It also must be hard grappling with the complex feelings that you hold for our master.” Kama investigated Caenis’s intense glare as she continued. The latter thinking that she was gazing at an imperceptible part of themselves. A part that they were not aware of.

“Juxtaposed to your admirations of his strength in leadership and teamwork, there is a desire to dominate him. To show him his place as your woman. But you aren’t sure of how to approach this matter within Chaldea. So, why doesn’t the Beast of Love lend a helping hand. I believe that it’s unfair that individuals like the Stalker Trio are free to express their love for the master while you must restrain yourself.” Caenis bared their teeth but remained silent through this all. Glowering they looked at the unfazed Beast.

Two minutes had passed but Caenis had yet to make a move. “What do you gain out of this?” They curtly stated.

“We may have come from different backgrounds, but we are kindred spirits. Not many people can accept our twisted form of love. Thus, they would be better for it by learning tho-rough-ly…that they belong as our possessions.” Kama blinked. Something that Caenis realized Kama hadn’t done until this point. “That as we serve them and their endeavors, they also serve to gaze upon us. For us toy with to our hearts delight as they shower us with affection.” Kama walked slowly around Caenis while making sure to stay in her field of vision. “To fuck senseless despite their protests, because we know what is best for him as their Servants. To devour wholly without care and concern of conventions of love or what other people think. As that is how we show our amorous tendencies…love can be violent~ and you are most loving. That troubles you.” Kama stopped just at Caenis’s periphery. 

Caenis clenched their fist but refused to turn around. It may have been smarter to keep that she-devil in their line of sight, but Caenis felt that moving themselves in accordance with Kama’s pace would in some way give her power. But the idea of letting their inhibitions go, to see their dear Master, one whose mental prowess and fortitude overcome the might of Olympus, debased. For Ritsuka to be on his knees as he is forced to serve their full length. Their penis plunging in an out of his sweet hole as they made passionate love. The Lancer reasoned that Ritsuka would come to see their love as genuine even if he was unwilling at first.

But…it seems like this Beast of a God is offering me something a little more.

“Why try to help me then?” Caenis said placidly. Relaxing the tension in their muscles, Caenis decided that this may be their shot.

Kama stood with her hands behind her back. Her mouth near Caenis’s ear. “Why love can be such a disgustingly fragile thing. Humans cling and bet their lives on it. Even though one little mistake could undo everything. We are resilient, but our love, unique and beautiful, must be cherished and guided properly in growth. That is my duty as a Beast of Love.”

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Tomorrow

Some people wake up well rested. Others wake up and just want to hit the snooze button until the dresser it lays upon broke. This morning, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt odd. He didn’t feel sick or tired. Nor did he feel overly energetic. Which was peculiar considering how Beni-enma cooked a medicinal meal for him last night. In fact, if Ritsuka had to describe how he felt in one word…hollow. He felt hollow. His fixation on his internal sensations was borne out of curiosity. This peculiarity that transformed into an alarming scenario as Ritsuka had shifted his attention to his surroundings. At first the amateur mage did not recognize that he was still in his room. This owed to the fact that everything was oddly proportioned. Ritsuka first thought that his room grew larger. A distressing thought that caused him to sit up on his bed…or at least he would have. Ritsuka was immobilized from his toes and up. A fact that contradicted with his senses as when he thought of his lower extremities his vision shifted to another part of his body. At least that is what must have happened as he was looking at a different part of the bedroom.

Is there actually something wrong with me. Ritsuka surmised that it may have been him who had shrunk instead of the room having grown. But that didn’t answer the question of his paralysis and shifting vision. The next oddity thrust itself in his vision when he thought of his health condition. Ritsuka’s perspective having shifted to a dark space. Pinkish-red translucent walls were all that he could see, with a slight light from the entrance. [Did I just rayshift? Hello. Hello. Anybody there? Wait…I’m not saying any of this out loud.Ritsuka soon realized that he wasn’t speaking but he was hearing his thoughts very clearly. Unable to sort this mess of occurrences, Ritsuka heard a booming sound accompanied by a shaking of his environment. Ritsuka’s curiosity of this natural force once again led his perspective to shift once more. This time back to his original spot. 

Click.

The relatively large door opened and Caenis garbed in a white bodysuit, that left the middle of their torso bare and accented with black lines, entered the room. Caenis’s gargantuan size emphasized the definition of their abs and other muscles. The brimming vitality of their frame was accompanied by the jostling femininity that were the horse-eared beauty’s breasts. Pleasantly plump and perky as always. Looking upwards Ritsuka saw Caenis’s grinning countenance. Their grin having undoubtedly transitioned from a neutral expression. Ritsuka’s curiosity as to why led the paralyzed and shrunken figure to gaze at Caenis’s body that was level with his bed. The virility of Caenis was most evident from the bulge from Ritsuka’s perspective. [No. That can’t be…] Ritsuka always thought that Caenis radiated big dick energy, but they already dwarfed Ritsuka’s penis at his normal size. Furthermore, Caenis’s penis was still constrained by the black material of their attire. How large would they get once they unleashed the beastly phallus?

“Oye! Master, you awake down there? I can’t really tell with your new form, but it seems like it worked. Here let me pick you up.” Caenis made a few simple strides. For Ritsuka they were like the aftershocks of an earthquake. He trembled from the might of Caenis’s stalky musculature as the master realized that his new state intensified his senses. Ritsuka could smell the stale perspiration that layered over an androgynous scent as Caenis’s white fingernails disappeared from his view and squeezed over his form. As he was being lifted into the sky Ritsuka could now taste the residue of sweat on their hand and could feel their callouses rub against his body. 

Ritsuka was happy to have an apparently amicable relationship with Caenis. Especially considering how the latter had tried to slaughter him on several occasions. However, there were times that Caenis’s boisterous and brutish mood was exchanged for a more reserved composure. Soon afterwards they would recluse themselves in activities relating to physical exercise. Ritsuka worried that he might have made Caenis feel uncomfortable at times. Especially when they gave him this vague and intense glare when they thought he wasn’t looking at times. However, Mash reassured him that Caenis was just working out through some things and that they were using their training to destress. Ritsuka’s kouhai emphasizing that it might be best to leave the Lancer alone when they choose to be alone. Regardless, any sign of trepidation in Caenis was gone at this moment. In conjunction to their handsome caricature, their azure eyes sparkled like the ocean.

Every time I look at them, I can’t help but think of how beautiful of an androgynous figure they are.

“Huh…well thanks for that master. Although I think that I would prefer to be called handsome.” Caenis responded to his thoughts.

Wait…you can hear me?

“Yea. A part of the ability that was transformed ya’ master allows anyone to hear your thoughts if they were holding you. I asked for that feature to be included since if I didn’t…then using you would be less different from using any other hole.” Caenis said as they sat down on Ritsuka’s bed. Making themselves a little bit too comfortable for Ritsuka’s tastes. As Caenis held him with one hand, Ritsuka could tell that they were unbuckling the portion of fabric that hid their hidden organic lance. 

Wait. Wait. This is moving too fast. What are talking about Caenis? What did you turn me into? What do you mean by u…se?

Caenis gave Ritsuka the answers that he desired promptly. They turned around in the direction of a standing mirror in Ritsuka’s room. In the reflection, the entrapped mage could now appreciate the length and girth of Caenis’s unrestrained penis. A pair of testicles the size of lemons sat at the base of Caenis’s groin and nestled between their thighs. Sprouting up from the scrotum like a stalwart tree was Caenis’s brown penis. The girth of which was easily a half of the width of Caenis’s biceps. The light brown shade became darker as it reached the drooling head of the musky instrument. The warm odor wafted up to Ritsuka’s body in minimal time. Ritsuka’s vision traced along Caenis’s personal lance as it reached just below the underside of their breasts. Then Ritsuka saw himself. A reddish-pink cylinder. One that was designed with an inviting hole centered at one end. And framed around that hole was a caricature of his face. He was an onahole held aloft in the well-manicured fingers of a busty Servant with a throbbing dick. 

Ha Ha…nice joke Caenis. You can put me down now and get Da Vinci.

Caenis lowered his body down but rotated Ritsuka so that his face was looking down at the head of their penis. Ritsuka’s gaze was focused on the head of the engorged member that matched the size of his own face. The entrance of the onahole. 

“Not at all my master. Although…I think that it’s about time that we were more honest about the state of our…relationship~.” Caenis’s impressive member twitched in eager anticipation. 

What do you mean? Ritsuka gulped internally as he felt like he knew where this was going, and he didn’t like it.

Unfortunately, his attempts to delay Caenis’s next move were to no avail. As they responded once more with a single and smooth action. Caenis pressed Ritsuka’s face into the head of their penis. They focused their grip on the periphery of Ritsuka’s face to force him down along their length. “Ahhh~” Caenis gasped as they brought the onahole gradually towards the base of their length. The soft material that lined Ritsuka’s insides rubbed and caressed the skin of Caenis’s cock. Bringing about a pleasured hum in the back of their head. It felt like their brain was slowly melting with the euphoria that this instrument brought them. 

AHHGGGHRH. Stop! Stop! Caenis stop!

In juxtaposition, Ritsuka’s senses were also overwhelmed. He soon became acquainted with the fact that the location of his innards was in the same place as before. Along the linings of his new form. The meaty instrument that pierced him was an unforgiving one. Ritsuka’s body expanded to contain the girth of Caenis’s head and the mass that followed afterwards. The mage’s insides were suffused with the taste and scent of the cock’s musk and sweat. A cock with blood that coursed under the skin, which was a constant sound in Ritsuka ears. One that was interrupted by the pleasured hums and moans of the aggressor above him. It wasn’t just the onslaught of sensory modalities that Ritsuka was forced to experience. The pain that he felt from the cock’s head scraping against his soft insides was a confusing one. As in the back of his mind and unwarranted pleasure began to creep along his figurative spine. I don’t want this. Please get out of me. Caenis…Ah. His mental cries of distress were punctuated with a grunt tinged with pleasure and pain. Ritsuka’s insides were no longer his. The onahole felt his insides conform to the curvature and shape of Caenis’s cock.

“Mmmhh~ we fit together like a lock and key.” Caenis said as they clearly heard Ritsuka’s screams of pain. His torment at the hands of their love was like honey dripping down their throat. The pain that Ritsuka experienced conferred that incentivizing intoxication that compelled Caenis to hilt the long onahole Such a sweet ambrosia. Don’t think that I can’t feel you giving in to your physical better. Caenis’s thoughts, unlike Ritsuka’s thoughts to them, were closed off to him. Thus, he could not anticipate that Caenis would not only begin to stroke his body up and down their length. But that they would also increase the pace at which they did so. The tingling that pervaded Caenis’s mind consumed their sensibilities. Their desires drove their actions. Caenis’s horse ears twitched as Ritsuka was brought down to the hilt of their cock once more.

The mental agony that Ritsuka had to contend with fed into the burning pot that was Caenis’s salacious lust. The stew within spilling over as Ritsuka felt a stringy liquid spill out from the head’s slit. Warm precum bubbled out and spurted up from the engorged member. The fluid splattered against what must have been his prostate. As the pangs of pleasure that coincided with Caenis’s cock ramming his insides was ebbed with numbness. One that the master was momentarily thankful for. However, Ritsuka was left concerned with how his body’s changes would affect him when he returned to his original form. Can…I even change back. A deep moan resounded from up above. 

Caenis looked down at the bottom of their onahole. The end facing them had two curved bumps on top of it. Licking their lips, Caenis placed their free hand down and pushed down on what was Ritsuka’s rear. The onahole could feel his insides morph as the pressure was placed over his other end. Caenis’s two hands worked in concert to move Ritsuka up and down the turgid length and push the cock through his gastrointestinal tract. Such that the head of Caenis’s cock would impact against the most posterior end of his insides. Ritsuka recoiled at the immense pain he felt at being nearly spit roasted front and back. Even though onahole didn’t need any oxygen, his mind could not comprehend that. Therefore, Ritsuka gagged as Caenis’s masturbation session extended past a measurable time. Counting numbers was not helpful for the mage as the repeated pounding messed with his train of thought. Instead, Caenis’s meaty lance was in the forefront of Ritsuka’s mind as the pre-ejaculate coated his insides. The distinct musk of sperm and the skin of the cock intermingled and brewed an unfamiliar mixture. One that was bitter, sour, and sweet all at once. The proteinaceous fluid was one that Ritsuka wanted to vomit out posthaste. Alas, an onahole has no say when or how it would be used. As this one would learn soon enough.

“I can taste your fear, but you’ll accept your place below me. I was always afraid of what you would think of me. Casting side glances at you while you weren’t looking. Seeing that bitch Mash keep you away from me. I’ve always worried about hurting you with my passion. I accepted our place as Master and Servant.” Caenis said through lusty moans.

“Mmmhh~ But you have no idea how many times I thought about telling you this. How many times I wanted you right here polishing my lance.” Ritsuka was slammed down Caenis’s hilt once more. Bouncing off the Lancer’s testicles.

“To belittle you and desecrate your existence and ram my lance through you. Ahhh~ I can feel your head reeling through both pain and pleasure.” Ritsuka heard the throaty groans through the squelching of liquids that were the result of Caenis’s stroking.

“Nestled between my thighs. Over my swollen balls and hanging off my cock. Moments before my cum paints your insides.” Caenis’s pace shifted from a fast and slow rhythm. 

“And when I do. All the fear and possibility of rejection will be gone. Ah~ Mmmh.” Caenis’s pace had completely transformed into an erratic one. 

Ritsuka could feel the blood course through the vessels in the Servant’s dick. The environment within him had warmed up from the heat that emanated from the member. A vigorously twitching and engorged beast that was about to unload its love upon him.

CAENIS!!!

“Aaahhhhhh~~”

The pleasure that Caenis experienced reached a crescendo. With each successive stroke the skin of their cock fired signals that released pleasurable chemicals in the Servant’s nervous system. Thus, it was inevitable that one of those strokes resulted in Caenis releasing spurts of stringy cum into the relatively cool insides of Ritsuka. The hot semen baked inside of the onahole overloading their senses. The sensation shifting his perspective to and from various parts of the onahole. The musky smell, the complex taste, his blotted-out vision, the texture of the cock’s skin, and the way the cock’s cream settled between the inside of his body and Caenis’s cock. Slowly dripping down, due to its own weight, out of his suffocated mouth. This was never an experience that Ritsuka thought he would become intimate from this perspective.

Caenis. Please…can you take me off. This hurts…I won’t say anything about this. Ritsuka thought as he just wanted to put this incident behind him. The hot virility that soaked his innards did little to distract from the pain of having his insides stretched under Caenis’s immense length. Furthermore, Ritsuka felt waves of a particular foreign sensation pass over his body. As if his whole body was tensing up. Even though Ritsuka had expected for Caenis’s cock to soften. The growing tightness told of an opposite tale unfolding. Is Caenis’s cock getting bigger. Or am I getting even smaller? I feel…less than I was before… Caenis cast their gaze down at the pathetic and surprisingly sensual form of their onahole. Their cock having grown in mass from the sexual experience. Ritsuka’s essence slowly trickled into them. Please. Just take me back to Mash or Da Vinci. The Lancer’s eyebrows twitched. 

Still thinking about that bitch. How would you feel if I stuck your cum-filled corpse up her snatch? Caenis kept these thoughts to themselves. Instead, the brutish beauty responded as pleasantly as they could in a state of post-orgasm. 

“Of course. I’ll take you off my lance if that is what you truly want.” Ritsuka would have sighed with relief upon those words if what he had for a mouth wasn’t stuffed with Caenis’s meaty pole. Even with the ball batter lubricating Ritsuka’s tight innards, the Lancer struggled slightly as they squeezed his body around their cock. Ritsuka wheezed mentally as his body was gradually but surely dragged off the lance that that pierced him. Dollops of white and musky liquid dripped from his mouth as the master thought he was through the worse. Caenis wiggled his body up and down, spilling the cum around his bed, as Ritsuka initially waited for Caenis to take him to Da Vinci. However, tired and patience worn thin, he was about to inquire Caenis about the matter once more.

“Do you know what it feels like when you need to do something. Even if it is a bad thing.” Caenis brought Ritsuka’s form down onto their abs. The musculature that composed their six pack was brimming with heat and fibrous muscles. Ritsuka’s face was directed at Caenis’s gargantuan cock. It’s still erect? Ritsuka thought as his suspicions of the penis being larger than him before it first penetrated his insides was reaffirmed.

“I wasn’t born this way. I was just like any other girl. But I was brought into a world of foolish and brutish men that run the world with an iron fist. And that Poseidon, with his warped nature defiled my body.” Even though Ritsuka devoted his attention to listen to Caenis’s words, he couldn’t help but feel a different kind of pain pervade his being. 

Why can’t I shift my vision towards Caenis?

“That is because you want it.” Caenis interrupted Ritsuka’s train of thought with their answer. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. You see master…wait…I don’t think I should call you that anymore…after that day I decided to live life as one who takes instead of always having to give myself away. The world taught me this and I lived my life by these rules. I laughed, I looted, I loved…and then I died.” A feeling gnawed at Ritsuka’s core. Words with a message that wasn’t completely delineated yet cut into his weakened mind like a rough knife. 

“Funny enough, a bastard like me was brought back as a heroic spirit. I fought against you in a fight for humanity and now I pledge my allegiance to you as a comrade. Although, I can’t help but admire your gusto at accepting a vicious bastard like me who wouldn’t think twice of thrusting my spear through my commander if given the opportunity. After living many existences, I guess that is my own form of love. You have earned both my love and respect. So, I will make you mine in your entirety.” Ritsuka realized what that feeling that intensified as his insides began to return to their original shape and the ejaculate spill back out of his mouth. It was emptiness.

“I had such a hard time adjusting to the play that you and the other Servants here at Chaldea forced yourselves into. I can’t act nice like everyone else. It’s just not in me and it pains my existence like…being prodded with an iron pole. I just want to be myself. Do what I want to do.” Ritsuka, entranced by both Caenis’s words and the organic obelisk before them as their body chilled. He never felt so figuratively small. The worst part was the creeping darkness that dug its claws into him. Ritsuka had become convinced that if this cold and hollow feeling intensified even further then he would be consumed by a void of emptiness. His existence snuffed out of Chaldea and nothing more than an unthinking onahole.

Please.

“Please what.” Caenis pouted.

I don’t want to be cold. It hurts so much.

“I see. So, you want my embrace my onahole. Well then, I’ll treat you to it.”

Wait…no.

Caenis slowly lifted up Ritsuka’s body up to the towering cock. 

I…This isn’t right.

He could feel that Caenis’s hand covered more of his body than before. But it wasn’t just that he shrunk. Ritsuka was certain that Caenis’s cock grew as well.

Ugh…God damn it. Why does it hurt so much?

A fresh wave of isolating chill bit into his mind. 

“Shhh. My little onahole. It’s going to be fine. Just one or two more times than it should be complete.”

The sweat. Unlike before, the cock’s head was even wider than the onahole’s face. The musk. Caenis furtively pushed Ritsuka’s mouth over their fully engorged member. The taste. The leftover semen that had yet to be cleaned or dry completely served as impromptu lubricant. The pain. Ritsuka had exchanged the slowly growing agony of his hollow self. His insides screamed once more as they were stretched to their limit. The cold emptiness was gone. Replaced by a warm feeling inside.

“Ahhh~ To either let myself slowly wither away from the despair of restraint.” Caenis dragged Ritsuka’s body down once more as the familiar tickle in the back of their spine arose once more. “Or to indulge myself in the warmth of my passions.” Their breasts heaved up and down. “Even though the former option feels like it would kill me.” The perspiration that clung to Caenis’s exposed skin sparkled like the dust of rare minerals. “And the latter can be such a sinful act.” Ritsuka was moved up and down along the stalky cock that consumed him as much as his soft insides consumed it. “Ahhhn~ But I’m sure that you’ll come to understand me.”  

Ritsuka was brought down to the base of Caenis’s shaft. His face smacked against the scrotum that held their balls. Structures that he could hear audibly slosh and churn new healing helpings of creamy batter. “Don’t try to say that you aren’t enjoying this. I see how you surround yourself with individuals much stronger than you in Chaldea. Fuck! I never imagined that you would be this tight and soft.” Caenis relished the feeling of Ritsuka’s insides. 

In tandem with the blood that flowed strongly through the girth of Caenis’s cock, Ritsuka’s physical heart was also beating. The insides of Ritsuka’s body were stretched so thin that the interior wall that contained his transformed heart could be felt by Caenis’s cock. His form tensed and shivered as it tried to return to its former shape. These vibrations augmented the sexual experience for the horse-eared Servant as they declined back onto Ritsuka’s bed. 

Each time that Caenis brought the onahole to slap against their balls, the cock’s head would slam into the end of Ritsuka’s insides. With the increasing size difference there was barely a sliver of empty space left.

“Ohh~ continue doing that.”

Caenis stop. This…is torture...

“Hah~ Just stop resisting and realize your place as my possession. That pain will feel quite pleasurable. Now be quiet.”

The onahole was at a lost on how to extricate himself from this situation. He had a hard time even understanding how this all transpired in the first place. His head continued to smack against Caenis’s balls which seemed to expand in size. The seminal fluids invariably built up to spray his insides with a white fountain once more. Caenis’s onahole knew that they couldn’t have transformed him by themselves. There had to have been someone else involved. However, with every plunge down the shaft, the onahole lost more of his senses. The pain far outmatched the pleasure, but the void that he experienced was one that no one would willingly embrace. He was stuck between two horrendous choices. The onahole, as their insides brought pleasure to their owner, fleetingly thought that this was possibly not a bad existence.

Smack

Squelch

The deep ocean within Caenis’s eyes looked possessively at the onahole that strained against the size of their cock. The building storm within tides of the azure eyes looked as if they desired to devour Ritsuka whole.

“Ahhan~”

Smack

No! I’m Ritsuka Fujimaru. Ahngh…I can’t let my senses be consumed. There must be a way out.

The last of the cum that lined his insides were either pushed out or was now too thin to have a perceptible effect on either Ritsuka or Caenis.

“Haaah~ No more of those annoying Servants that stalk you with the excuse of safeguarding you.”

Caenis’s turgid rod was radiating heat once more. Ritsuka nearly thought that the next twitch of the engorged phallus would lead to an eruption of white. Instead, his pain, their pleasure, and this form of love continued to crescendo past the intensity of the last ejaculation.

“Nor will Da Vinci be monitoring your whereabouts constantly. Or that pink-haired bitch who keeps you on a short leash.”

Ritsuka couldn’t believe how hot his insides felt. It was as if a thick cattle prod was shoved down his throat and rammed against his insides. The pain he felt eclipsed all semblance of human pleasure and past tortures. Until it all became a blinding light in Ritsuka’s perception. A light so divine that it could be conceived as a new definition of euphoria by the onahole’s vulnerable mind.

“Hah~ From this point on you will belong to me and no one else. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just lean on me. Mmmhhh~”

Caenis’s eyes rolled to the back of their head momentarily. The duality of the onahole’s soft and tight textures was mixed by the fact that they were brutalizing their love with their passion uninhibited. It was the figurative tipping point for the Servant. Soon enough there would be no one that would bring pain to the one that they pledged their lance to. No one to defile and violate him as they were in the past. There was simply no other ending for the two of them that didn’t end without one of them subduing the other.  Caenis was certain that they would accept their deluge of love. Tangible and intangible. As the former was let out in stringy and cloying white ropes of semen within the onahole. 

Caenis’s balls clenched and drawn inward before the onahole covered penis pulsed once, twice, and then a searing hot warmth pervaded Ritsuka’s cum-addled mind. Both the Servant and master in a blinded state one of phallic pleasure and the other of something undefined and new to him. Finally, Caenis’s cock had begun to relax. 

Ahhh. Ughhaah. Ahhhngghh.

The divine light subsided from Ritsuka’s vision as he felt his body painfully contract once more. Even as Caenis’s penis returned to a more manageable size. One that they could stuff down their garments, Ritsuka’s form had shrunk down along with it. He now looked to be an onahole sized for his own penis when he was a human. An emasculating thought if Ritsuka had the luxury or time to think about it. As the tension in his body was now accompanied with a lingering burning sensation. One that felt as if the very fibers of Ritsuka’s being were being slowly whittled away by the white goo that his walls were soaking in.

In contrast, this was a decrescendo of Caenis’s sexual activities. They hummed merrily to themselves. Their azure eyes gazed down at their lower abdomen as they felt a weight present itself behind their skin. It was a common enough event considering that they had just ejaculated twice in a row. The porcelain white liquid dripped out of the space between their brown skinned cock and the red onahole. Sighing, Caenis sat up on bed.

I…I don’t care if I’m attached to your penis. Just take me off and hand me to Da Vinci.

Ritsuka pleaded. Both to Caenis and himself. He was teetering on a thin rope. One that if he fell off, he knew that he would not be able to get back on. He had to become human again. And then he can sort out the mess in his head.

For the third time Caenis answered her with an action. They moved such that their cock flopped down over the side of the bed. Ritsuka was hanging off the cock. Before gravity and the thick liquid could slide him off the phallus. Caenis gripped his form tightly.

Caenis. Caenis wait. I heard about your feelings. Time. I just need…

I won’t wait any longer.

Revulsion swept over Ritsuka as he felt a warm liquid shoot out of the slit of the cock’s head. It came out in a steady and hot stream instead of spurts of white. The novel stimulus forced Ritsuka to shift his senses within his own body. The pool of viscous white fluid still bathed his innards. But, between the stringy ropes, a steaming yellow liquid poured out of the dark member. Ritsuka was helpless against the brunt of the liquid. As Caenis’s cock was still shoved down his throat and through his enteral tract. Thus, the sour fluid coated his taste buds along the interior walls. Suffused through his nares as the sour scent brought a noxious response to his mind. Looking at the liquid bubbles formed as the stream escalated into a focused rapid was a nauseating sight. Ritsuka wished for the ability to vomit out this putrid mixture. Not a single part of his psyche had found this act appealing. It was an act carried out in abnegation of his desire to be a human. That Ritsuka understood. 

As Ritsuka suffered, Caenis felt their bladder ease up as they let out the pressure of fluids stored up from one of Beni-enma’s specialty drinks. They looked towards Ritsuka’s personal restroom as they considered whether they would need to use it. As they would prefer for the volume of liquid not to overflow from their onahole and out onto the floor. 

With a measured pace, Caenis made the trek towards the restroom and entered. Feeling the strength of their urine steam subside, it was a simple task for Caenis to remove the sex toy from their crotch. Caenis held the onahole with its face looking down and let the contents within trickle out in globs. The Lancer noting their onahole’s fear of being let go and somehow flushed down the toilet. They would almost snicker at the adorable thought.

“You are still far too big for that. And that isn’t what I had in mind. Don’t worry. When we’re done, you won’t have to worry about things such as mortality or loss.” Ritsuka shuddered wordlessly as the dark-skinned Servant carried his body over to the sink. They deigned to rinse out his insides with water.

One would think that having one’s insides blasted with water was a terrible experience akin to drowning. Unfortunately, that remained true for the onahole. Although his prior experiences under Caenis’s might had at least prepared him for this waterboarding experience. The faucet of the sink was turned on at full blast at first. Belting Ritsuka’s prostate and bottom of his insides with warm water. After a few cycles, Caenis turned the faucet down to a gentle stream. Water flowing down the curves that had yet to heal from Caenis’s cock. The impressions left by their phallus on Ritsuka’s body would take a while to disappear. Regardless, one thing was for certain. Caenis had left their mark on Ritsuka in more ways than one. The onahole didn’t know if he could go back to being a human. Would Mash and the others still accept him. An image of Mash’s repulsed face flashed before his eyes. A deep sadness passed over Ritsuka at the thought.

“I’ll accept ya’.” Caenis said down to the sex toy they finished cleaning. They took a towel and wrapped around their hands. Caenis shoved the towel within Ritsuka’s orifice to dry out his insides.

“Heck. I’ve been bloodied, battered, and speared more times than I can count. I didn’t let that bring me down.” Those words would have been a lot more reassuring for Ritsuka if it wasn’t by the individual who had brought him to this state. 

Caenis. I’ll do whatever you want. But you have to give me a choice in this matter.

At the crossroads of despair and hope. Ritsuka clung on to his identity. Caenis smiled at this. Even when they brought him down to such a low level, he was still able to puff out his chest and stand back up.

“I know that you are having a hard time accepting all of this. But you’ll know that I’m doing this out of love.” Caenis took off the rest of their clothes as they said this. Ritsuka’s body was able to see this as their body was tipped over. The way their muscles rippled in a manner that emphasized both their sensual and sharp curves. A body that was figuratively and literally sculpted to be like the Olympians. Caenis’s dark nipples jumped up and down along with their breasts. As the Lancer stood back up straight, Ritsuka was once again introduced to Caenis’s member. It was the first time that he got a good view of it in its entirety after the second ejaculation. At a glance, Caenis’s dark cock was now of a similar width to their biceps. Ritsuka couldn’t tell what Caenis’s full length was as their cock was still flaccid, but it was undoubtedly longer. Not only had Ritsuka shrunk into an onahole that was a fitting size for him, but Caenis’s cock had also grown with each time they ejaculated in him. Furthermore, the testicles that were the size of mere lemons before were now the size of grapefruits. As if the challenge that his unwillingness presented only spurred the divine lancer to produce more sperm to rend and tear at his mind with its fresh white paint. What stood before him was an Olympian figure, augmented with their own existence, that emanated the heights of femininity and masculinity with barely any effort. 

I’m going to die. The onahole thought as he speculated that fully erected Caenis’s erection would truly reach gargantuan proportions and physically tear up his body. Especially if Caenis treated him as roughly as before. 

Ritsuka feared to think about their increased phallic size as Caenis picked them up. The nubile form of the lancer opened the bathroom door before shutting off the light. 

Not as if he’ll be using it again.

Caenis thought as Ritsuka vibrated within their palm.

“How cute. It seems like you are ripe and ready.”

Ritsuka’s body, in part thanks to his increased shrinking, was able to bundle up the analog for whatever his muscles were. The onahole body vibrated as Ritsuka shivered in fear and dread of an impending fate.

Caenis. Please don’t use me. I’ll go on a date with you. Heck, you don’t even have to turn me back into a human. You’ll tear me apart if you use me now. Ritsuka conveyed to Caenis as they were brought above the erect nipples of their breasts and up to their beautiful and handsome visage.

As Ritsuka begged Caenis, the latter had pursed their lips and made swishing motions in their mouth. Their tongue bulged against their cheeks until a volume of liquid was audible from in their mouth. Caenis moved their fingers into Ritsuka’s mouth before widening it. Between Caenis’s brown and plush lips came a globular mass of saliva that languidly fell from their mouth. The Lancer stared intensely into Ritsuka’s face as they ascertained that they hit their mark. The globs of spit falling into Ritsuka’s unwilling mouth. The bubbly and caustic solution ran down the walls of Ritsuka’s internal lining. Ritsuka recoiled mentally from the experience. A reaction that drew a slight smirk on Caenis’s face. One that vanished momentarily.

“There. That should be enough lube.” Caenis said without much ceremony as they jumped back onto bed. They were satisfied after depositing enough saliva to coat all Ritsuka’s inner walls. 

Caenis. Caenis! I don’t want to die.

Ritsuka panicked as they were moved away from Caenis’s face. Their horse ears twitched, and they licked their brown lips. The shade of their lips now a familiarity to Ritsuka, but that mattered little presently. Even when he was only inches away from Caenis’s face, he could smell the pungent musk. Ritsuka felt the back of his body already bump against Caenis’s turgid length. He could feel the sweat from the virile cock smear against his other end. Even though he was still held aloft their breasts. Ritsuka’s fears were confirmed as he was turned around. The flaring head of the drooling beast faced him. A head that was now easily twice his size. Caenis truly possessed a horse size cock at this point. 

But how?

The flabbergasted Ritsuka wouldn’t have his questions answered as his face was pushed up against the twitching head. The texture of his face stimulating the glans of the penis. Caenis grimaced as they were being teased by the sex toy. They moved their hands so that fingers from both hands gripped the insides of Ritsuka.

No! No! I won’t fit! I’m going to…

Ritsuka’s mental voice was silenced as Caenis flexed and pulled at his mouth the opening widening to a painful degree. It felt as if his head was being split in half as the Lancer tried to widen his hole. Ritsuka’s core shook with tremendous pain, and he silently cried for a release. 

Plop

A release that never came as the glans of Caenis’s cock pushed through his mouth. His face expanded outward into a thin ring that tightly encircled the sensitive head. Ritsuka’s features were now indiscernible from the disfigurement that he was forced to experience. The agony persisted as Caenis slowed down. As the Lancer was careful in how they moved their onahole down their pole. 

The word cocksleeve seemed to be more appropriate at this point as Caenis slowly dragged the sex toy down their glans. This was not an intentional act by Caenis to torment the breaking mind of Ritsuka, but to ensure that the Lancer didn’t orgasm right there. As their glans felt especially sensitive after two sessions. With another satisfying pop, the sleeve passed the glans and Caenis began to stroke earnestly along their elongated shaft. Each downstroke dragging the thinned onahole further down immense length. The reddish hues of Ritsuka’s form had transformed into a pink color due to the cock pushing his insides and walls out. 

“Hah~ Hah~ Fuck. I…Fuck.” Caenis was at a loss for words due to this mind-blowing experience. The nerves lining their cock’s skin exploded with stimulation. The soft and gentle texture of the onahole was evenly distributed. To the point that the Servant felt the smallest patches of their skin were held within its embrace. The tightness of the sleeve brought rolling waves of pleasure up Caenis’s spine. They didn’t even have to masturbate. It was only by a herculean effort that the Olympian brought the pink sleeve halfway down their shaft. Before they felt their glans hit a wall. Caenis shivered and hissed a moan in pleasure. With extreme care, Caenis looked down towards their groin. Their cock reached the plump rear end of the onahole.

“No…Hah~ I think…I can stretch it a little further down my length.

Ritsuka’s insides were thoroughly destroyed by Caenis’s slow and gradual action. Caenis’s desire to prolong this euphoric experience for as long as possible had thrown the onahole back into the blinding light. A monotonous echo of pain overwhelmed his being. The potent taste and texture of the shaft’s firm skin saturated Ritsuka’s senses. Creating a nascent aroma that manifested a unique ambience within Ritsuka’s mental scape. The divine lance that scraped his insides eroded his mind. Ritsuka’s attachment to his individuality waned as the overstimulation of his senses fully engulfed him in the divine light. Through the chorus of agony and the pulsations of the divine girth that pulsated within him. Caenis’s existence was slowly but assuredly being permanently imprinted upon him. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of them at this moment as this process began. The individual that was Ritsuka occupied a smaller and smaller part of their brain as the unending suffering became a greater component of himself. 

Then Caenis pushed down on the rear end of their cock sleeve and pulled the other end near the middle of their shaft downward. The divine and blinding light of torment became an ocean that threatened to drown Ritsuka. Caenis was determined to hilt themselves one final time over Ritsuka’s form. To have their cock fully encased in their onahole. As this would be a perfect consummation. As Kama and her had discussed before. The pink cock sleeve and former red onahole stretched even further. The pink color transitioned to a pinkish hue. Then it started to reach a translucent appearance as Caenis pulled the malleable sexual object down to the bottom of their shaft.

“Hah~ Hah~ Mmhhh”

Caenis’s dark brown member was completely visible under the new layer of skin that was Ritsuka. Their form now barely resembling a condom for the horse cock. With bated breath, Caenis stroked their member through the special condom. The thinned material made it feel like they were directly touching their own cock. While retaining the special qualities of the onahole. The duality of the soft and tight sensations of the artificial pussy and the act of stroking their naked member caused Caenis’s mind to blank. All other thoughts including the safety and well-being of Ritsuka were gone. The brutish Olympian was enraptured with reaching the climax of all climaxes. Lighting and waves of euphoria and intoxication grasped their being as they reached the height of their sexual experiences.

No~

Ritsuka was put through a purgatory as their body was stretched to a point further than any human and most Servants body could handle. The existence of a cock sleeve for an uncaring master was a horrid fate. That was all too clear for the nascent cock toy. To simply be of purpose was a hellfire and to lay away without being used was a freezing damnation. But none of it mattered for Ritsuka as he felt not only his mind fall apart, but his physical body. The pulsating member and pressure of blood throbbing through the tumescent cock was tearing his body apart little by little. 

He wasn’t going to live through this experience. 

As Caenis stroked one hand over their cock, and the other teased their breasts, Ritsuka experienced momentary flashes of peace through his unending agony. Compensation for him as his end neared. Ritsuka thought back to the memories he made and the relationships he built. The only wish that he had in these final moments was for Mash not to find out about his fate. The fibers of his being slowly tore apart as the glans of Caenis’s cock flared and bobbed. It would be painful for her, but he hoped that she would move on. Caenis’s balls had swollen to an even larger size. The bags sat heavily between their thighs before clenching. The deluge of white fluid traveled through the coiled pathway and up to Ritsuka’s unguarded body.

SPLLUURTTT

SPPLLLUUURT

“MMMMHHHH~”

SPPPLLUUURRT

Like a geyser, Caenis’s cock shot out a flood of cum. The volume of semen was so large that it seemed like Caenis’s white stream continued uninterrupted. The flow of white fluid slowing down during the tail end of a spurt of ejaculate before the next one followed. The end of the impromptu condom filled up with the hot and boiling batter. The wads of sperm scalding the bulging condom. Before it escaped down the shaft of the obelisk. The warm stream washed away all sensations that Ritsuka had experienced and replaced it with a brighter and deeper white flood. He was truly drowning, yet his body held firm until the final ejaculation. Caenis’s throaty and lustful moans were all that Ritsuka could hear as the sperm settled within his form. Some of it leaking out and drenching Caenis’s groin and Ritsuka’s bed. Ritsuka thought it would be the end. He felt his body tear. His condom form tore along several lines before becoming tatters of material glued to the cum-covered cock. But what happened next was beyond what he conceived as possible. His fragmenting self was penetrated and engulfed by the hot globs of cum. The burning heat that had assaulted him in the last ejaculation returned once more. Bringing another volley of pain. It was as if Ritsuka were confined within Caenis’s testicles. The cum digested his broken and tattered form, but his sentience remained. From an onahole to a cock sleeve to a condom and now to cum that coated Caenis’s cock. What was left of Ritsuka’s consciousness settled over the looming structure that began to descend from its height. The hardened member softening as it slowly drifted back down to the spent balls. Making a pleasant squishing noise as the shaft and balls collided with each other. Ritsuka now spread between and over the two of them.

Caenis closed their eyes as they were about to fall asleep. 

“Mhhmm~ I’m looking forward to seeing you as my cock.”

Yawn

“Better not wake me up as some morning wood. I think that I’ve enjoyed myself enough for a week.” 

Caenis playfully said before they fell asleep. Leaving the sentient cum with those words. His sentience did not need to think that much further about Caenis’s words as they were soon proved to be true. Kama had devised a noble phantasm to transform Ritsuka into an onahole that would slowly be absorbed into the cock of the one that used it. A gift that coincided both with her desire to rid of Ritsuka without mortally ending him, and for Caenis to possess and dominate him completely and utterly. Ritsuka’s cum form was slowly absorbed through the skin of Caenis’s cock and balls as if it were lotion. Their soul taken entirely into Caenis’s spirit origin. The former master fully engrained in Caenis’s existence even when they would go back to the Throne of Heroes. The remaining portions of ordinary ejaculate dried under the flow of wind. After hours of torture, Ritsuka finally felt blood flowing through him. He noticed the lower aspects of his existence churn and slosh new helpings of baby batter. Meanwhile his upper aspect shrunk and softened after a tiring day of work. After all that had happened, the former master was resigned to his fate. At least he wasn’t being tortured by the brunt of the sexual organ that he now was. Regrettably, these thoughts would prove false as the hours passed. The familiar pain now tinged with greater depths of pleasure resurfaced as the member engorged once more with blood. Unwillingly, Ritsuka experienced the same sensations that nearly ended him as Caenis’s morning wood would reach full mast. What would be a nearly daily event for the healthy Lancer with a lance that stood tall and proud. Caenis’s love was a selfish and twisted one. As the pained utterances of the one that they gave their love had somehow reached their dreams. It brought a smile to their face.

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The Day After Tomorrow

Da Vinci, Mash, and Sherlock Holmes were looking at the video files with a puzzled gaze. The feedback playing a sequence of events that cut abruptly. Kama had confronted Minamoto-no-Raikou, Hassan of Serenity, and Kiyohime. Just as they were about to engage in combat the screen slipped to several hours later. The environment covered in scant amounts of bodily fluid. This was especially alarming considering that Kama was nowhere to be found and Ritsuka was missing this morning. Any traces of Servants that could have been in the room were wiped clean along with a lack of videos feedback during the elapsed period that the other camera failed. Thus, Mash rushed through the halls without waiting for directives from the rest of Chaldea’s main staff. The kouhai in search for her cherished senpai. Mash was so single-minded that she failed to see the person she was about to ram into.

Thud

Thud

“Ah. I’m sorry Caenis.” Mash said to the horse-eared Lancer. The kouhai noticed that she felt a springy sensation when she bumped into them.

“Heh. No Problem” Caenis said as they picked themselves up before they pressed a hand over their groin momentarily. A minute blush flashed over Mash’s cheeks as she realized that she grazed Caenis’s cock with her hand when they collided.

“Sorry. I’m in a rush. Uhm…Caenis have you seen Senpai in the past twelve hours.” Mash inquired out of hope that this random encounter might give her a clue. The girl unsuspecting that she had in fact touched him just moments ago. 

The edges of Caenis’s lips turned upwards as they felt blood rush to their sexual organ and their balls churn with cum. 

Maybe I was wrong about being satisfied for the week. I wouldn’t mind enjoying sometime in my room today.

“No, I’m afraid that I have not. I’ll let you know. Cool.” Caenis patted Mash on the shoulder.”

“Right. Cool.” Mash then left in a hurry. Meanwhile Caenis’s cock had called for Mash a couple times before giving up. His recent experience had made him vacillate between wanting to be found or not. The sexual organ was truly scrubbed clean of their character. Resigned to a lesser fate such as this. However, the deluge of sensations as he becomes engorged with blood and lust was too much. That and the feeling of urine passing through what felt like his mouth. Nevertheless, Caenis patted their cock in reassurance.

Don’t worry. No one will harm you. No one except me.