(ARCHER’S JOURNEY I)

The night had come to a quiet end for the Saber and her charge. It seemed that he had been a bit shaken up by the immense mass that she was now carrying…and the implication behind it. In the end, it meant little to Shirou’s Servant. She merely brought him close and ushered him back to the safety of his estate. The King of Knights gave a soft and confident smile to the young man that she looked forward to molding.

Glurgle

Artoria didn’t know the full extent why, but she felt a strong connection with this young man. One that extended past the relations that he had with her Master of the past Holy Grail war. Enough that she patted him in the back of his head, as he blushed from hearing the dissolving meat of triumphed enemy drain through her intestines.

Maybe there will be time to enjoy his reactions as we, and my new mass, settle in. It took a couple days for the last Holy Grail war to ramp up, and we’re already down from six adversaries to five.

Artoria held back a moan as she felt the struggles within her gastric core intensify. The Servant could feel the rippled waves of her stomach trample on the hardy frames of her prey, with a similar intensity as the hooves of her trusted steed, Dun Stallion.

Each kneading wave ripped another layer of skin, muscle, and fat on the weak female prey and the sturdier male prey. Organic tissue and mana that would flow through her intestinal tract, before being absorbed into the cells of her body. Thereby increasing the King of Knight’s own magical output and…mass

Hmm~ I guess that I’ll need to train with my Master. If just to burn off the unnecessary pudge that won’t serve me well during the heat of battle.

Saber was familiar with the inner workings of her body. It would take a little bit for her body to turn the twin-tailed hair girl and the red-clad servant fully into goo. An unrecognizable slop that would ebb and be mopped up by her manifested physicality. However, until then, the blonde-haired woman would relish in the delightful sight of watching her blushing master.

Much…much better than being the Servant to Kiritsugu Emiya.

Slorglosh

In the meantime, as a young Shirou and a stuffed Artoria descend into the comfort of rest, Archer and Rin Tohsaka found themselves in a macabre of a dungeon cell. Pulsing walls that poured enzymatic fire with each unrelenting hug. An embrace that forced their two bodies together as their skin melted and muscles softened. Chunks of meat sputtered out of their shrinking frames like a gaseous release. Fumes displaced the mass from the resulting cavity as a deluge of red poured out into the formerly translucent chyme.

Their screams and grunts became less voluminous as the pulp of their bodies concentrated in the brewing gastric sac. Rin Tohsaka’s organic mass and the future Shirou’s magical essence coalesced and combined.

Fat dissolved into frothing foam and the sloughing meat served to thicken the resulting paste. A paste that clung and was flung from the rippling folds of Saber’s stomach walls. All before it was condensed into several homogenous bolus of savory and magical meat that were pushed and slurped up by her pyloric sphincter.

Sustaining, feeding, and strengthening the resting servant as she viewed the room of her resting Master.

In the interim, as Artoria felt the heat of magical life clog her organic gutters, she bore witness to the decor of her Master’s room. The knight observed and speculated that it reflected his earnest and steadfast view in life.

Saber wasn’t sure about his background, but she was certain that her new master and her would get along swimmingly. As well as the pair of conquered foes that swam through her intestines.

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Even though the Holy Grail War had started in earnest, the first few days had passed quietly. Aside from the close call that Saber and Shirou had with the Berserker and his master, the only difference in the high-school student’s life was that he had to tend to an additional woman at his household. For Saber had joined Sakura and Taiga as one of the household members who kept him company. The Servant, as Shirou found out, may have been more gluttonous than Taiga, she was also more inclined to help him than Sakura. There wasn’t much to complain about that. Especially since Saber carried her weight around the home…and a little bit extra.

Slosh

Shirou tried to not let his gaze wander to the wondrous sight that were the marbleized rolls of his Servant’s plush flab. A corpulence that jutted and swayed with the gravity of the proteinaceous liquid that unremittingly percolated through her digestive system.

Through both the night and day.

As the sweat-slicked gut fat, after an arduous day of training, had not receded back to its former lean strength.

That was not to say that Artoria’s power had diminished. Even though a frown would crest in between the knight’s rosy cheeks as she looked down at the herculean mass that refused to just melt off, she found that her additions only powered her magical refinement and the force behind her thrusts. Furthermore, both her durability and speed did not seem to diminish and even increased. Truly, the King of Knights might have enjoyed her newfound strongfat a little bit more than she would dare admit.

Also, she couldn’t help but enjoy the errant gaze of her master. In fact, even now, she wanted to giggle at his poor attempts to surreptitiously gaze at her unyielding thickness.

I know that the morality of mages can be questionable, but for such an honor-bound young man…that proclivity appears to have developed in an otherwise focused fashion

Saber wasn’t bothered by this fact. As those defeated in combat were destined to plump up the frame of the victors, and there would be many who will be defeated at her feet. That is what the King of Knights had decided during a sparring session with the young man. His face heated to a fluster as he could not drift his eyes away from her spilling gut. Even when he recognized that the Archer and his master not only added tons of mass, but veritable tons of their might and mana.

Artoria and her growing vivaciousness were not a foe to be easily thwarted. Even when holding back most of her strength.

Ahh~ it’s unfortunate that I can’t carry this young man with me after we win the Holy Grail.

The Saber’s knuckles flushed white. As she strengthened her grip on the plastic bag.

For she chastised herself for the thought that barely manifested in her mind.

Of Artoria carrying her Master off to bed and suffocating him under her heat. As he sputtered and released his desires into her, only for her to cave into her own. She would slurp him up like the defeated wet soba noodle after coitus and let her amorous stomach walls collapse all over him. Thus, letting him join her in Avalon as padding around her hips and an extra layer on her extravagant potbelly.

Buruglosh

No…that simply won’t do. As tantalizing as it sounds, I want to see him grow into a mature man. Even after I leave…I want him to find his own path and happiness.

Jiggle

Saber’s gut shuddered and wobbled as it spilled out freely from between her white blouse and blue skirt. As if to contest on her decision that she was taking with her charge.

Of course…there are concerns with his fixation on how I feed myself, but I’m certain that I will be able to redirect that so that it’s expressed through sublimation.

Blurgluroush

“Saber…”

The red-haired high schooler fidgeted as he wrestled with himself. Asking for help, from someone who unreasonably holds him with an endearing amount of respect, was still something that he was getting used to.

“Yes, Shirou.”

Artoria returned the blush that Emiya had with a gentle and inviting smile.

“You told me that I should let you know if there is anything odd that happened…like someone disappearing.”

The King of Knights listened patiently as her Master mentioned the disappearance of his friend, Rin Tohsaka. After a description of her appearance, a nascent crimson blossomed on the blonde-haired woman’s cheeks as she then explained who the intruders were on that first night.

The ones that were currently being shuttled though her intestines and fattening her sides.

“So that mage was an acquaintance of yours?”

Artoria looked away. As she cupped her chin, with the pad of her thumb, and her right cheek, with the knuckles of her four fingers.

“I do wish you would have properly explained the situation before I converted them both into mana.”

Shirou’s eyes wavered as he looked down from Saber’s beautiful face. Down to the first swell that jutted out from her upper abdomen. A bloat that the blonde-haired woman’s fattened breasts rested on. Then his gaze lowered. Below that bloat was a clenching crease. A result of the might guy’s active nature. As buried underneath all that fat was a strong set of muscles that was diligently mashing up the bones and meat of his high school friend and the Archer.

The Master’s eyes trailed even lower. As most of Tohsaka and her Servant’s mass was now concentrated in the second bloat below Saber’s navel. A distention of plump gut fat that was too large to be called a roll and eclipsed the first swell in size. It sloshed and rumbled against Artoria’s blue skirt. Clothing with seams that screamed as it tried to stay glued on to underside of the Servant’s abdomen. To preserve a sense of modesty.

Shirou’s eyes and soul couldn’t help but quiver as he felt lightning shoot through his veins at the realization of what his and Sakura’s close acquaintance had added to. It was a similar conduction of pleasure that pervaded through Saber’s being as she looked at her Master with her vibrant green eyes. Those green pools burned with an intensity that belied another meaning to the next words she spoke.

“Please be more clear next time so we can avoid future misunderstandings…Master.”

Shirou could have sworn that her tongue glided out between her plush, kissable pillows. However, an ensuing flutter of his eyelids confirmed that it was just a hormone-fueled fantasy. There was no residual sheen of saliva caught in the ridges of her lips.

“Y…yes…”

Good boy

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The Holy Grail War did not last forever. The time of parting between Shirou Emiya and Artoria Pendragon had come. His search for justice, now bolstered by a desire to reach Artoria’s pinnacle when she was alive, had brought the young man to accepting the fate of a Counter Guardian.

Before he knew it, after hellish trial and tribulations that tested and changed his morality, the weathered man found himself summoned into the estate that jabbed familiar in the back of his cranium. As a Servant clad in red.

What…this place…I was summoned for the Holy Grail War…that occurred when I was a high schooler!

The aged Shirou Emiya…no…Archer’s eyes widened as he looked around the scene of destruction caused in the ornately designed room by his summoning.

“The door’s jammed!?”

A voice called out in a seductive shrill.

It belonged to a woman that Archer realized much later that he held more affection for than he realized. However, it was also when he realized that very affection was assimilated and taken up by someone else. A blonde-haired knight that had taken up all corners of his tired heart.

“Dang it!”

Rin Tohsaka came barreling out of a sealed tight door. The entrance breaking from her arrival. Before her was the smiling countenance of her Archer class Servant.

So, I was the unknown Servant on that night…I guess that I’ll be able to join you in Avalon after all Saber.






Yet another ingenious piece of literature done by the great  Fatedmeal


This fantastic art was done by my friend Kobo
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