It was that time of year. Chaldea would be busy with other tasks to ensure the continued safety of the world and a random summer singularity would pop up. Leading to Ritsuka and her crew having to locate the source. At least that is what was supposed to happen. Surprisingly, there was no evidence of even a micro-singularity this summer. The Chaldea staff had even set aside time to engage a singularity in their schedule since it had happened every year for the past four years. Thus, with a span of empty time, the staff and Servants decided that it was a good time to have some summer fun. Taking advantage of this, a large volume of Servants rushed to rayshift to several summer locales. So many had rayshifted that the Chaldea staff had a hard time keeping track of all the Servants that left. It was to the point that they gave up keeping a record and decided to trust that the Servants would be responsible enough to return without causing too much trouble.

On an average sized island, were several Servants who would meet each other through extenuating circumstances. Two of which would unwarily trigger a cascade of events. 

…

“Wait! Medea. How about spending some time with your aunt for a change?!” Circe said as she tried to follow her niece. 

Medea’s brow furrowed as her pace increased. The purple-haired magic user wore a summer outfit that an observer would have a hard time describing. “How many times do I have to tell you to give me some space!” The other party was reluctant to engage her aunt. She had left for this island for both peace and solitude. Thus, Medea decided to add some force behind her words.

Circe blinked before ducking out of the way as Medea threw an errantly formed magic spell. The latter chose swiftness over quality hoping that it would catch the Caster of Okeanus off guard. “Hey! I thought you better magic then that.” Circe’s voice faded away as the spell continued without hitting any of the surrounding vegetation. The purple ball of energy, without any signs of fizzling out, flew through the sky until it hit a party of four individuals.

“Senpai.” Mash said as she caught Ritsuka. The red-haired girl was a bit dazed compared to the other three who at least had the constitution to take the sudden attack unfazed.

“Don’t worry master, I’ve got your back.” The reliable and near immortal green-haired Servant Achilles announced as he stood between the two woman and the origin of the attack. 

The final party member, Ishtar who was both dressed in her summer outfit and looked like she was about to go on a tirade on someone. Who would dare to strike a Goddess like me with my back turned? I’ll blow that coward out of the sky. However, none of them would have a chance to clear up this misunderstanding. 

Mash’s concern was vocalized as Ritsuka lost consciousness. Achilles turned around to look at his master’s state only to fall over as well. Looking a little greener than usual. Ishtar, noticing the disturbance, flew back down to the ground only for her descent to end with a crash. Mash was the last one left with her senses intact. What is going on. I must get Senpai…out… Nevertheless, the faithful kouhai had also collapsed into the sweet embrace of darkness. 

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A lone Servant’s feet depressed the sand as she moved further inward in the island. The green polish on her toes and fingers matching that of the vegetation. She wore a red bikini with gold outlines, and a transparent blue sarong over the lower bikini half. She wore golden bands adorned with emerald jewels over her wrists and neck. A golden headband was on her forehead, and the last apparel of significance was an oval emerald jewel between her navel and bikini bottom. 

Quetzalcoatl, in an attire different from her typical garb was trying to have a relaxing summer game with a couple other Servants. Martha, also in her conventional summer outfit, told her that there should be some tough fruit around this area.Hmmm~ we might have to settle for using those brown fuzzy coconuts. Quetzalcoatl thought back to Astraea’s disinclination to using such fruit. 

A frown was painted on the Goddess of Justice’s face when Quetzalcoatl made the suggestion. Her blonde hair locks matched the vibrancy of Quetzalcoatl’s own hair, with exception that Astraea’s hair transitioned to a cool blue color near the end. Both of their hair reached to their mid-thighs. The Goddess of Justice still looked cute frowning in her regal one-piece blue swimsuit. The color scheme complemented by the blue flowers that she had on her head. Master is probably looking really cute in her swimsuit as well. Oh~ maybe I should have gone with her instead. Quetzalcoatl’s idle thoughts were interrupted by a glorious sight. One, two, three…mucho mucho! Quetzalcoatl was exuberant to see that she not only located one, but four sizable watermelons. “This will be perfect for our game.” Quetzalcoatl announced as she picked up two melons per arm. Her voice had woken up the four individuals whose forms had changed to this healthier appearance.

Their senses were still groggy, but the firm pressure placed on them as they were held between the sinuous muscles that bulged out against them from one side and the brimming warmth of Quetzalcoatl abdominals, had aroused their attention. “Senpai. Where are you?” Mash had said as she felt the gentle breeze of air whip against her form. 

Despite being reduced to fruit, it seemed like each of the melons had retained their senses in these new forms. “Ugh, what is this taste?” As evidenced by Ishtar’s statement, their senses were not only limited to tactile modalities. The Venus Goddess tasted small beads of salty liquid smear against her elliptical form. Ishtar’s gustatory senses, like everyone else’s was spread throughout her body. Thus, the Goddess soon felt like she was swishing a large volume of salty water within her figurative mouth. The liquid only being spat out, not of her volition, when it dripped off her form. This modality wasn’t the only one intact all over their forms. As their sense of smell was also present. 

“I think I’m above you Mash.” Ritsuka, who happened to be held in the same arm as Mash, but a bit closer to Quetzalcoatl’s armpit. Although it wasn’t usually an odious experience for Ritsuka to have her head in an armlock by this Lucha-fanatic of a Servant, it was a different case at this smaller and more sensitive size. The natural earthy and fruity aroma that Quetzalcoatl maintained despite her physical active lifestyle, was several degrees more intense than it was when Ritsuka was a normal human. It was like she was partially buried under the ground and held firmly down by this woman. Ritsuka’s face only able to break through the dirt and breathe in the air filtered through Quetzalcoatl’s form. Thus, feeling nauseated, Ritsuka was only able to say those few words before her head begun to spin.

GROAN

“Wait a second. I recognize these muscles.” The movement of Quetzalcoatl’s toned six pack and sway of her feminine and robust hips revealed who was holding them to Achilles. “My speculation is that somehow we’ve shrunk and are being carried by Quetzalcoatl.” Achilles said before wondering how much smaller they must be now for this strong woman to fit them so neatly between her arms. The sounds of her innards were of a greater depth then Achilles had ever heard coming from a beautiful woman. It was comparable to the howling of a beast.

“How dare she do this to a fellow Goddess of Venus!” Ishtar yelled at a volume that would have caught Quetzalcoatl’s attention if she could hear the melons within her arms.

“I don’t think she did this to us. In fact, I don’t think she even knows we’re us. We must have been transformed into something else.” Mash reasoned. From her past experiences with her fellow Goddess, Ishtar couldn’t help but agree.

I’m going to barf. Ritsuka thought only to realize that she didn’t have a mouth to barf out of.

“The question is what we were transformed into and…oh no.” Achilles’s attention was redirected to the group of three women they were heading to. Martha, Astraea, and…Penthesilea. The muscular Amazon was wearing a black bikini with gold edges. The upper portion showed a significant amount of the lower aspect of her breasts. As the top portion of the bikini was wrapped around her neck, before it crossed and wrapped around her nipples, and then it wrapped around her side and met at her upper back. Typically, at the mere mention of Achilles, Penthesilea would fly into an unstoppable rage. However, she only felt mildly irritated looking at the green objects. Specifically, the one at Quetzalcoatl’s left hip.

“Wow. It’s great that you were able to find four similar sized melons for all of us.” Saint Martha said in her less than saintly summer attire. Not that anyone would ever tell her that. 

Astraea nodded in agreement as Penthesilea already wound the blindfold around her eyes. “Thanks Quetzalcoatl. If you could place my watermelon down, we can start this watermelon smashing game…I believe master called it Suikawari.” Quetzalcoatl nodded before placing three of the watermelons to the side and one on the center as Penthesilea blinded herself and readied a wooden stick in her hands. A twist of fate for the certain watermelon in her path, as it was none other than the object of her hatred Achilles.

“Wait…we were transformed into watermelons!” Ishtar yelled as she saw Achilles placed far away from them.

“Senpai isn’t this the game where you smash melons and then eat them?” Mash asked Ritsuka, but she was still too disoriented to answer.

The world shook for the Greek heroic spirit. Even in this form I can’t help but marvel at your beauty. Hair as white as snow, your intense gaze, and a figure as if it were sculpted by the gods. The way the sun dances along the liquid crystals dripping off your countenance. The shadows thrown at your lithe proportions highlighting both your strength and beauty. It is as if the very world we stand on is bending backwards to illustrate how captivating you are. Regardless of how much you try to deny it through your violent outbursts. If only your temper didn’t get in the way all the time. Then maybe we could-.

THUD

Penthesilea, much to the surprise of her audience, had somehow walked a straight line blindfolded to Achilles. The Amazonian Queen was unsure why, but she felt her burning animosity guide her to a singular point. When she felt the rage within her blaze hotter than the sun, she swung downward with a near-satisfying noise. Her strength was not lacking, and the stick vibrated from the force of her swing. However, Achilles was somehow unscathed. “Huh. That is odd. Where did you find these melons Quetzalcoatl?” The Mesopotamian Goddess gestured to an insignificant area of the island. Thus, the two looked back at Penthesilea who was smashing the melon repeatedly. With greater force and increasing rage as evidenced by the growing snarl on her face. 

THUD

For Achilles, his visual senses were thrown into a disarray with each thwack of Penthesilea’s stick. He was forced further and further into the sandy beach. The hot sand burning his figurative skin, mouth, and nose. He could feel the grime within the particles of sand filter through each of his dense modalities with each pressured hit. Leftover salt and sea detritus from the waves of the night tide engulfed his senses. Unable to eject it, Achilles was helpless to ruminate on how the novel stimuli made him want to itch, sneeze, and vomit all at once. He could feel movement underneath the sand. Sea critters such as crabs crawling underneath. Their pincers scratching at Achilles surface as they tried to escape the wrath of the Amazon queen from above. 

THUD

Shells protruded onto the lower aspect of his rind. Even though his senses were spread all over his body when being held by Quetzalcoatl. Achilles realized that a certain portion of his rind was especially dense in figurative nerves. Rubbing into what felt like his phallic organ. A painful experience, however, he dreaded what would happen. With each downward thrust, his form would rotate such that this portion of his find was closer to Penthesilea’s strikes. 

THUD

THUD

“Hah! Seems like Penthesilea isn’t strong enough after all.” Ishtar laughed.

“It must be because Achilles’s heel is still intact. He can’t be defeated in combat, so maybe they will figure out that it is actually us.” Ritsuka couldn’t help but feel hopeful because Mash’s statement.

THUD

“Ugh.”

Achilles felt the piece of wood between Penthesilea’s hands slam down his sensitive rind. The stick broke, but the damage to Achilles’s pride was done He couldn’t help but feel humiliated as the three gargantuan women to the side cheered Penthesilea on. While he was being mercilessly attacked near his supposed groin as the other “watermelons” with watched on. Achilles’s sigh of relief at the stick breaking was a mistake in believing that Penthesilea’s would give up. Instead, the Amazon Queen seethed, her eyes turning dark black with flames centered in her irises. Achilles could only gulp as he saw the silver haired beauty lift her right foot up. The Greek Hero would have chided Penthesilea for moving her leg in such a way that it provocatively tightened her lower bikini around her vulva. But he could neither vocalize nor had the time as the Amazon queen did not care for how she appeared to others. Her foot rushed down from the sky and slammed down on Achilles sensitive rind. Sparks flew in his vision as imaginary neurons fired a searing signal of pain. As a watermelon, he could do nothing as Penthesilea smashed her foot repeatedly over him. 

Between the bouts of pain, Achilles could hear the muffled giggling from Martha. The Saint enjoying the sight of Penthesilea giving it her all to bring the watermelon to heel. Unfortunately for Achilles, something along those lines had happened. 

He had a moment to exhale as the Greek Hero felt his body rotate once more. By that point he had a good estimate of flavors and aroma of Penthesilea soles. The dirt and grime that were only recently washed as she had waded through the ocean waters. The earthy, salty, and iron (?) taste on his tongue was left to fester with the pungent miasma that was now burned into his figurative nares. Regardless, looking up at the scowling face of the Amazon Queen from above he couldn’t help but want to tell her that she was beautiful.

SMASH

SQUELCH

Achilles body had rotated such that his vulnerable heel was front and center for Penthesilea descending sole. The red seeded guts of the watermelon spread out between her toes and splurged up along her legs. The arc reaching as high as her thighs due to the applied force. Like the blood of her many enemies, Achilles’s blood was also spilled. Respiring deeply, the Amazon Queen eventually cooled down as she appreciated a sticky and slimy sensation over her foot. She looked down at the former watermelon, it’s form barely reminiscent of what it once was. A mound of red flesh encircled her foot and the green rind radiated from the point of impact. Pools of light red juice streamed out like the corona layer of a star. 

For Achilles, it felt like his torso was pierced and then exploded from within. His body rupturing under the intense burst of pressure. Despite the traumatic experience, the remains of watermelon still somehow retained his sentience. The juices of his form pooled out as he felt the foot within him shift around his insides. Parts of him stuck within the gaps of Penthesilea’s toes and pushed into the ground by her sole. Achilles felt a part of his rind crack as she shifted the weight of her heel.  Unprotected from the external environment, Achilles could feel the heat of Penthesilea’s leg, and the sun bake his insides. If he could, Achilles would have shouted in pain. However, he noticed that his voice had disappeared as his form was destroyed. Achilles’s vision swirled around him as the world became larger and muted. A thunderous noise reverberated around his expanding world. From Achilles perspective, it almost seemed as if he was being sucked in towards Penthesilea’s foot as she was lifting it upwards. It wasn’t until a gold sparkle of dust emanating from his watermelon form and swirling around Penthesilea’s foot did he realize what was occurring.

“Hm~.” Penthesilea looked down at the red liquid dripping off her foot and rubbed it on the sand. Achilles felt nauseated as his form was swung in an arc before being brought back down to the hot sand. Small grains of sand scratched at his new form. One that he was unable to escape from as the musky aroma that resulted from Penthesilea’s sweat dripped down onto her sole, his new body. The Amazon Queen had reduced the spirit origin of the Servant that she despised to a fixture of her sole. 

Huh. I guess green things must set off Penthesilea’s hatred for Achilles off to. Astraea thought as she watched the Amazon Queen rub her foot on the sandy beach before looking at the bottom of her sole once more. She grimaced at the smear of red that wouldn’t come off her foot. If one were to look closely, then an outline of Achilles smug face could be seen. From Achilles perspective, despite his abused existence, he couldn’t help but think that this was the kindest look that Penthesilea has given him. 

THUD

Then she brought her bare foot downward once more. The former tall man was brought to the ground as he felt his existence tighten as the muscles above him flexed. The small surface area that Achilles constituted having to bear around the weight of Penthesilea musculature. He was forced to experience the rancid micro-environment underneath the Amazon Queen’s soles with all his sensory modalities. The heat and pressure eclipsing the shocked articulations from his fellow party. The patterned motion of her feet did little to assuage the pressure he felt as the Amazon Queen returned to talk with the other Servants. Their casual conversation a reminder of how insignificant his current existence was. As he was forced to swallow the Penthesilea’s perspiration and the grime of the grainy flood. An experience that the Servant may come to miss as he will later exchange it for a tougher and more unforgiving surface when they return to Chaldea. The footwear horned boot trapping the sweat within its chambers and forcing the former Servant to drown in it. From that day forward, Penthesilea would have an extra pep to her step.

thud

“Achilles!” Ritsuka yelled having finally broken out of her stupor.

Thud

“We must get out of here senpai. Quick I’ll carry you.” Mash unsuccessfully tried to roll over.

THUD

“Welp. We’re dead.” Ishtar thought glumly as Astraea’s shadow cast over them.

The Goddess of Justice appeared to vacillate between the three watermelons. She picked each one in turn, squeezed them a little, before dropping them back down. Ritsuka shivering as Astraea’s biceps flexed picking her up. Mash, noting from earlier how her body’s muscles moved in one smooth motion, realized how unlikely any of them would survive if Astraea set her sights on them. Ishtar shouting vitriolic words at the giant goddess. 

Ishtar’s vassal having borne a grudge towards the vassal that Astraea was using as a body for a long time. “Hmm~they all seem to be the same firmness. HEY! I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE THESE OTHER ONES AREN’T AS TOUGH.” Astraea’s words reverberated through the melon’s cores as Ishtar was picked up once more. 

Martha, looking concerned, responded. “Are you sure? We would be one watermelon short.”

“Of course, besides, I’m not sure why but I’ve been feeling aggravated recently and I feel like taking my stress out on this piece of fruit will help. Besides we only really need one melon for all of us to eat.” Astraea said as she placed the watermelon down below her. Ishtar’s gaze shifted upward as she tried to spit the sand and sweat, from Astraea handling her, from her nonexistent mouth.

A shadow cast over her as she saw the rear of the Goddess of Justice descend upon her. “Huh! Is this how you are going to treat a Goddess-.”

Thud

Ishtar’s voice was muffled as she felt the weight of her rival goddess bear down on her. The odoriferous aroma that developed between the woman’s cheeks and thighs traveled towards Ishtar’s nonexistent nares. The heat alone from the woman’s body under the sun made it feel like a Dutch oven for Ishtar. Despite Astraea not releasing any gas. Ishtar’s acidic tongue stalled not only because she was forced to lick the sweat along Astraea’s bulbous cheeks that strained against her one piece, but also because she could feel her being creak underneath Astraea’s pressure. Something that the blonde and blue goddess noticed as well. It doesn’t seem like it can handle much more weight…but just to make sure.  Ishtar breathed out with an exasperation of relief as Astraea eased her rear off her, only for her breath to be stolen away a second later as she felt her ovoid form moved above one of Astraea’s legs. Laying down on one of her sides, Astraea brought her other leg down on the watermelon. The green object was now nestled neatly between the woman’s thighs. “Hey Penthesilea! Do you want to see if I can make this watermelon squirt its juices farther than yours did?!” Penthesilea crossed her arms and smirked at what was obviously a challenge of strength between these two muscle-minded Servants.

“No! Don’t you two muscle brains have more than two cells…between…your…urgh…” Ishtar’s speech slowed as Astraea squeezed her stalwart thighs with her in helpless in the center.

Ishtar felt the posterior aspect of her body rub against Astraea’s own cheeks as the force she applied closed the gap. Cracks starting to appear on Ishtar’s form as she felt Astraea’s vulva, hidden behind her one piece, rub against the piece of fruit. Despite feeling the folds, she didn’t detect a hint of wetness. The fruit realizing that she was nothing more than that fruit to her rival goddess. Undeserving of any emotions or feelings, even of the sexual variety. Even less so as her red guts began to spew out her fresh wounds. The blonde and blue goddess electing to simply crush her to make sure the other two watermelon weren’t too tough. Even though I’m fruit you aren’t going to eat me... As ridiculous as it was for Ishtar to take offense from that action. It was the scant amount of newly formed pride that she has as a watermelon. 

As a goddess, she expected to be the best at everything. Everything was handed to her in life, and she was waited on hand and foot. Now Ishtar felt the analog of her skeletal structure fracture and splinter many times over as the plump and firm thighs split her in half. She couldn’t even appreciate the scent of lavender and vanilla mixed into Astraea’s natural odor. Instead, Ishtar could only decry the sentence on her life, by the Goddess of Justice, as one of injustice.

Squelch

Splurt

With the greater surface area that Astraea had to work with, she was able to shoot out Ishtar figurative innards out a farther distance than Penthesilea had. The Amazon Queen nodding in defeat, before making a comment that she would have been able to match that distance if she were focused on it while smashing her melon. The exchange was lost on Ishtar as she felt her consciousness ooze out along with her. After being split into multiple pieces, Ishtar felt her being concentrate on the iron walls that were Astraea’s thighs. The hot press thinned Ishtar’s existence such that she was able to discern the pores that lined the Servant’s skin. The former goddess was disoriented as she felt her new sludgy form become a strand between the gargantuan women’s thighs. Ishtar felt as if she was being pulled apart by her hands and feet, until the strand that was her snapped. Her consciousness plopping down on the leg that was on the ground before Astraea brought her legs together once more. 

Mash and Ritsuka could only watch in shock as Astraea walked away with the majority of Ishtar’s mute corpse lying on the ground. Neither realizing that Ishtar’s spirit was now enclosed between Astraea’s thick thighs. Her stride smeared Ishtar between her legs. The heat of friction wiping away Ishtar’s watermelon form. However, the goddess was not sent back to the throne of heroes. Instead, much like Achilles, her sentience was reduced to a fuming tattoo of her face. Thus, Ishtar was forced to swelter underneath and within the musculature of Astraea’s hips for the rest of eternity. Forced to taste the sweat that crossed over the cleft of her ass and her groin region. The fluid like a sweaty slime that flowed over the entombed goddess. The malfeasance of a sensation suffused through Ishtar’s body, especially later when the goddess wore clothes that covered more of her body. This was a physical sensation that the goddess had never experienced before, although the mental humiliation at being debased and ignored was a much harsher sentence for Ishtar. At this moment, Astraea’s jubilant laughter rung out into the sky. Almost as if she were laughing at the goddess who now sucked and spewed her rancid perspiration.

Mash felt a droplet fall from her figurative countenance and down to the grainy floor. It almost felt like a sweat drop, but it was in fact some of Ishtar’s juices that had splashed on her. The red droplet was joined by a salty globule that had fallen from Martha’s body. The summer saintly woman smirking down with a blindfold in one hand and a stick in the other. 

“Mash!” Ritsuka yelled as she felt her own body picked up by Quetzalcoatl. A Servant that could more than easily manhandle her even at normal size.

The fabric in Martha’s hand, soft and svelte, rubbed against Mash’s face as the cool coastal air blew against her. Mash smelled a vanilla scent emitted from Martha’s body. The pleasant ambience that tickled the kouhai’s senses almost distracted her from the atrocities that had occurred. And what it meant to be placed back down on the scorching sand as Martha walked away into the distance. I have to get out of here. No, I must somehow tell them who I am. Mash thought as Martha wrapped the white blindfold around her eyes. The Saint spun around in a circle, purposefully losing her sense of surroundings. The women who had fought a dragon with her fists alone held the stick with two hands and walked slowly in a direction. Trying to listen to the sounds of the coast as a reference amidst the cheers of the other Queen and Goddess of Justice. Mash tried to move her body and yell. To convey any form of autonomy. Through this performance, Ritsuka and Quetzalcoatl were mute. The former held in the latter’s arm as she searched for an object.

“Grrr. Come on, body. Move. If I don’t then senpai will be in danger.” Mash said as she felt a tinge of relief. The shouting of Martha’s fellow Servants having led her astray. Walking the other way closer to the jungle. “Oh…my…Senpai!!” Mash’s anxiety spiked as she saw the spikes on the club that Quetzalcoatl picked up. Her desire to save her senpai resulted in a dormant strength welled up in her. Mash, with tremendous effort, rolled herself several rotations. “I did it! Woah…” Mash’s self-laudation was interrupted as she rolled herself off a depression of sand. The sudden cliff and curvature of the depression sent her spiraling in a path that she couldn’t control. Mash, grappling with a sudden sense of vertigo, stopped right in front of Martha’s feet. Martha and Mash recognized each other, through their temporarily altered senses, as the former’s foot bumped against the latter’s rough spherical surface.

“Found it!”

SQUELCH

Martha yelled ecstatically as she smashed Mash’s form with a single downward thrust. The energy she expended to roll having exhausted any reserves that she could have naturally used to defend herself as a shielder Servant. The fact that she suddenly rolled was lost upon everyone due to the applause for Martha winning the game. The Servants took an exaggerated amount of enjoyment from an otherwise banal game. Most likely due to the novelty such an experience held for individuals who haven’t physically been in the mortal world for at least a millennium. “Excellent form Martha!” Penthesilea commented as the saint took off her blindfold to appreciate the caved in section of the watermelon. A corner of the watermelon opened for the players to carve into. 

Mash was reeling in pain. She hadn’t been left both this defenseless and in pain since her training. Before she met Ritsuka. It felt as if a giant gash was opened. A boar having impacted her body, spearing it with one of its tusks. The tusk being withdrawn as Martha removed her wooden stick. Unlike Ishtar and Achilles whose entire body was destroyed, Mash’s body was still left mostly intact. Thus, Mash’s senses weren’t overwhelmed. A statement that was less of a blessing, as that meant that Mash could more lucidly feel the pain while the other two Servants were subject to a blinding flash of agony. Thus, Mash felt her nerves fire off in a concert of suffering. After Martha began to carve into her watermelon body with a sharp knife. It felt as if sections of her body were being sawed off. The taste of metal from the blade that Mash sensed, substituted for the taste of blood that would have erupted into her mouth from such a traumatic injury. Yet, as she was cut up into four sections, Mash could only think of her senpai.

CHOMP

Even as Martha’s teeth tore into her red center. Although, Mash experienced an odd perspective as her vision split. The Demi-Servant saw Martha chewing on her form from the sections of her that were outside, but Mash also saw from the part of her that was bitten. The part being masticated inside the Saint’s mouth. It was a disorienting experience as she jumped instantaneously and continuously between the two perspectives before settling in the moister one. While most of her was simmering under the hot sun, a smaller part of her was soaked in hot saliva that melted her soft form. Mash’s focus had shifted to her smaller self, due to how intrusive the stimuli was to her. The sinuous red fibers that held the seeds within her had started to dissolve before the giant calcium blocks smashed into her. Martha’s dentition finishing the job her teeth started. 

The vanilla scent that Mash smelled from outside was even present in saint’s oral cavity. However, that pleasant aroma now intermingled with the bacteria that resided in the acidic cavern. Mash’s own fruity scent contributing to the resulting scent as her fibrous form was reduced to a fine slurry. The pink leviathan shifted the grainy liquid that Mash had become and shifted a chunkier piece of her to be mashed down next. AGGGHH. Martha please…stop- Mash’s thoughts were interrupted as she felt the cavity shift slightly. The undulating tongue collecting her slush self and ushering Mash towards the looming chasm of Martha’s esophagus. No!

GLURK

A minute proportion of Mash’s senses, from the melon outside of Martha’s alimentary tract, saw the minuscule bulge she made in Martha’s throat as it descended past her clavicle. An insignificant event that had a tremendous effect on the former pink-haired girl. The slimy saliva lined the velvety walls of the esophagus as Mash was carried down in the embrace of the muscles. The esophagus pushed her from above as the walls below opened. Mash’s mushy figure only jostled from this rhythmic movement by the organic metronome that was Martha’s heart. Just before the tight sphincter opened. Ejecting the soggy bolus that was Mash from the esophagus and into the boiling pit of Martha’s stomach. A voracious cavern that was already primed to boil the mashed Mash after the ritualistic sacrifice its owner and her friends partook in.

Splish

Gyyyaaaaaahhhnnn…

The burning pain struck Mash like lighting. The figurative nerves were lit by the acidic properties of the pool she now bathed in. Within the center of the large chamber, Mash couldn’t even move a nanometer of her own volition. The acids bubbling around her, forming a froth as her small being diffused out into the clear liquid. Her own consciousness merging with the acids, the agony of mastication and burns transforming into something alien. The stimuli, continued to crescendo even though Mash’s form had broken up. Into an omnipresent reality that consumed Mash in a blinding new hell within the saintly women.  Unable to bear it further, Mash’s conscious returned to the pieces of her external to the women.

CHOMP

Only for the process to repeat.

GLURK

Mash’s screams increased in number, as her consciousness split even further. Her rinds being picked up by Astraea and Penthesilea as the next part of her dropped into Martha’s stomach.

CHOMP

SPLISH

CHOMP

An unending cycle that her imaginary nerves did not adapt to. Thus, it was as if a new Mash was summoned forth each time in front of the jaws of the Queen, Goddess, and Saint.

CHOMP

Penthesilea bit through Mash’s form the most roughly. Tearing her body apart as the fibers of red fruit snapped under the pressure. The connections between the fibers were like drawbridges falling apart. The calcium stalagmites falling on Mash’s malleable form with the pressure of mountains ranges.

GLURK

Astraea’s tongue, especially dexterous of the three, formed the mush she was into peculiar shapes. The Goddess taking large bites or several small bites at a time. Her mouth would eventually fill up with several bites of Mash that merged into one. The accumulated drool soaking into the former Servant instead of spilling out of the blonde and blue goddess’s mouth. To the point that Mash could feel that she was about to collapse from her own weight. It was then that the Goddess deigned to invite Mash’s bulbous form into the narrow entrance of Astraea’s esophagus. A tight swallow that squeezed her body as it spilled out into the slippery slope of the Goddess’s throat.

GLURK

The Saint, of the three, took a distinctly greater pleasure in this meal then the other two. In contrast, to her station as a pious woken. Most likely due to Mash’s fresh body that they were dining on were partly due to her efforts and divine providence. Mash’s watermelon form rolling out right in front of the devout woman. “Mmmhhhh.” The Saint would give an appreciative moan that she would only ever release in such relaxed attire. The majority of Mash’s falling into Martha’s stomach and into the furiously bubbling hot tub. 

SPLISH

Portions of the red seeded mush fell into the rugae of Martha’s stomach. Eventually, that was all that was left of the kouhai. Getting a front row seat to the cause of her unending and blinding pandemonium. Mash barely retained a sense of self from the extreme torture. The only thing that registered in her fried mind was how the folds of the wall churned the pool in front of her. Pushing her closer to the eternally greedy and pinkish liquid. Having taken everything away from her so far as her consciousness split into many separate hellish dungeons, for a greater purpose as the Servants were fueled by Demi-Servant’s spirit. 

SPLISH

“By the gods, this is probably the best melon that I’ve had. Hey Quetzalcoatl! What are you doing? Do you want a slice? We can take the other watermelon back with us for storage.” Astraea said as she saw the Goddess had garbed a blindfold over her eyes. 

“It’s as if there is more than just insipid water in this melon. The fluids that gush out of the fruit somehow complements the fruity flesh that it came out of.” Martha said between bites.

Uaauuurp

The Saint blushed after releasing a small volume of gastric air from between her lips. Blushing as she dabbed the fruity liquid off her mouth to maintain some level of decorum. 

“It’s refreshing to bite into as well. The crispy noise the fruit makes as I bite into it. The watermelon sets the stage for itself as it broke apart into smaller pieces within my mouth.” The Amazon Queen, Penthesilea leaned back as she let the green rind, cleaned of its fruit from her voracious appetite, roll down her chest and onto her well defined six pack.

Quetzalcoatl’s steps were accurately placed and led her close to the melon that was Ritsuka. “Gracias, peri no quiero. I’m not hungry, but I’ve been feeling a little parched.” Ritsuka could only view upon the toned goddess’s form. Quetzalcoatl’s figure eclipsed the sun as she stopped before her resigned master, a club in one hand and a long and thin hollowed out cylinder in the other. The young female always thought in the back of her mind that one of her extraordinarily strong Servants would be the end of her…

Quetzalcoatl gave her signature beastly grin as she lifted her spiked club.

…but she had never guessed that it would have been someone that had been overly kind and affectionate to her like Quetzalcoatl. Almost like an older sister, but Ritsuka had her doubts. That maybe the Mesopotamian Goddess wanted a more intimate relationship with her. “In a way, I’m guessing that I may end up as a part of you if you do eat me. There are worse fates.” Ritsuka mentally sighed as she was not prepared for the pain she would undoubtedly endure. “But I can’t help but want a better ending then-.”

THOOOOM!!!

The loud noise of Quetzalcoatl swing caught her fellow Servant’s attention. Their attention stayed focused as the watermelon, which they had expected to explode into a million little pieces from the impact, was still entirely intact. Quetzalcoatl grinned at them after she took off her blindfold. “Mucho. Mucho. This is perfect.” Quetzalcoatl lifted her club; the spike having punctured a hole into Ritsuka’s rind. Placing her club down, Quetzalcoatl picked up Ritsuka’s body.

Slosh. Slosh.

The force of impact from Quetzalcoatl’s club was not equally distributed along the surface of the watermelon. Instead, the Goddess had focused the kinetic force in the center of the watermelon. Minor adjustments in the muscles in her limbs and trunk, moving in tandem, was necessary for Quetzalcoatl to manipulate the vectors of force towards Ritsuka’s seeded innards. Her master was not sure what to expect when the club impacted her. Just like how one’s thoughts would vanish if an earthquake suddenly started. So, too did Ritsuka’s own thoughts as the force of an earthquake rippled through their fruit self. The vibratory force broke Ritsuka down at a cellular level. Beyond the nerves ability to discriminate between stimuli. From a mere solid, Ritsuka was transformed into a liquid painlessly. The master, disoriented, as her mind shifted into the cavity within the outer layer of the watermelon. The walls warm to slosh against as a blinding light, focused through the hole of Ritsuka’s present world shined down on her. What happened. Am I in some pool? Did I die and get sent to hell? The master that Quetzalcoatl cherished was thrown around in her liquid form as the Mesopotamian Goddess walked back to the other three. The long and narrow wooden cylinder was forced through the hole of the watermelon by the blonde, emerald goddess. Ritsuka felt an odd sensation pass through her as the solid pierced her liquid self. Her vision shifting around the whirlpool that was formed as Quetzalcoatl stirred the straw within Ritsuka. A benign action that conveyed a dreadful fact to the master after Quetzalcoatl lifted the straw out of the watermelon, to check for blockage. A droplet that contained some of Ritsuka’s consciousness saw the visage of the ever-joyous Servant. Even larger now than when she was a watermelon.

“Wow Quetz. Did you turn the watermelon into fruit juice without breaking the rind?” Martha stated between bites.

I’m…fruit juice. She turned me into a drink! This epiphany was gifted with further affirmation as the straw was pushed back into her larger body. Ritsuka felt a sudden increase in pressure around the end of this intrusion. Her identity pulled along by the flow of the liquid. Ritsuka screamed as she was forced up the relative skyscraper of a structure. The rookie mage barely able to keep her figurative head straight as she spilled out of the straw and into the broiling organic cavity, that was Quetzalcoatl’s maw. Ritsuka’s form lost its cohesion as she intermingled with the acidic saliva. The master experienced a rapid swirling motion as Quetzalcoatl swished the drink in her mouth. Titillating all her tastebuds with the refreshing taste as Ritsuka felt like she was thrown into a twister. 

GLURK

Just like her kouhai, Ritsuka was thrown out by the Servant’s tongue and plummeted down another cylinder. One that was much softer to feel as she streamed down the curves of the esophagus. However, this increased intimacy put Ritsuka ever closer to the warmth of the Goddess. One whose skills and might have been compared to the sun. Thus, as a mere drink, Ritsuka had no hope of escaping the gravitational pull. Bringing the master down into the center of the sun. 

Splish

A fitting comparison, as Ritsuka felt herself burn up into cinders the moment she touched the acids. Her consciousness merging with the clear acids secreted by Quetzalcoatl’s stomach. The master, since having turned into a liquid, only able to move along with the greater current as her consciousness was passed from the center of the pool to the edge. Whether Ritsuka was forced into the center of the pool of burning liquids, or forced into the scorching crevices of the stomach, neither was a preferable experience. The constant change was like passing a heavy weight from one tired arm to another. The relief was only momentary before Ritsuka was thrown back into the inferno. The Goddess that had loved her master so, had unintentionally thrown her master into the purgatory that was her stomach. 

Suck

Glurk

Ritsuka’s being granted stay from this torment only when Quetzalcoatl would take another hearty gulp. Only for the cycle to repeat once more, a greater proportion of Ritsuka’s sentience watching herself fall perilously into the liquid hell. Like kouhai like senpai. However, no matter how much Quetzalcoatl drunk, not a single puddle or droplet had escaped the embrace of her acids. Any portion of Ritsuka that spilled out into the periphery flowed down along the stomach folds. Sometimes being carried down by freshly secreted acids. 

Quetz…Quetz…please hear me. The straw was taken out as a small puddle of watermelon juice sloshed at the bottom. Heedless to her cries, her Servant gradually tilted the watermelon upside down. Quetzalcoatl tilted her own head up and opened her maw. Without a straw, the last of Ritsuka saw the carnivorous and sharp toothed grin that her Servant wore sometimes when she was enjoying a challenging fight. Ritsuka thought of how she never noticed her Servant looking like that as she was eating too. Quetz…Ritsuka fell into the draconic tongue that swiftly curled her liquid form into the humid embrace of Quetzalcoatl’s mouth. The entrance shutting out the light of the world as the Mesopotamian Goddess claimed Ritsuka entirely for herself.

glick

Quetzalcoatl licked her lips clean of the sweet yet tangy liquid. Although she felt an odd tickle with that last gulp of the refreshing drink. It was almost as if she heard something. Such thoughts receded away from Quetzalcoatl’s consciousness, like the tide that would pull back from the shore before disappearing from the coast the next morning. New waves of water having reached the shores the next day.

While Achilles and Ishtar were sealed in the prisons of flesh with no end in sight, Mash and Ritsuka continued with their digestion. Mash’s consciousness being retained in Martha’s bowel movement. The Demi-Servant having reawakened within a fetid tunnel lined by rims. These rims sectioned the chamber she was in as her body was dragged through the long tracts of organic surface. sen…pai. Mash was unable to move of her own will at this point. The former Servant was able to feel the thousands of little projections known as microvilli sucking the fluids out of her. Solidifying the brown mush, she was into a more concrete brown mash. One that was carried along the hot crevices until reaching its final stop. The disillusioned girl, having lost hope that she would see her senpai once more, bumped against the final sphincter.

As Mash waited for Martha to release her, Ritsuka was sucked up through the microvilli entirely. Her liquid self crossed through the cells of the intestinal walls. Portions of Ritsuka was distributed to the intestinal cells, structures that would contact all other morsels that were fated for Quetzalcoatl’s digestive tract. While other nutrients that composed Ritsuka were diffused through a porous membrane. The slow flow swiftly changed into a rapid stream. Ritsuka’s essence having been steadily pumped into Quetzalcoatl’s bloodstream. Used to provide energy for her cells as the blood accumulated scant amounts of Quetzalcoatl’s cellular waste. The process happening within seconds, but the cycle seeming to last for an eternity before the entirety of Ritsuka that was in the blood had deposited into the Goddess’s kidneys.

At similar times, both Martha and Quetzalcoatl had embarked for the restroom. Having returned from their trip to the beach. Plopping their glutes, a subject of envy among Servants who were cursed to preside in more adolescent figures, the pair of Servants released the waste that they accumulated over the afternoon.

Martha was surprisingly the first one to release her bowel movement. The tight orifice relaxed as the rim widened. Like a stellate patterned flower, the anal hole bloomed outward as the brown loaf was carried by the peristaltic motions of Martha’s inner rectum. Have to…find senpai. Mash thought as she felt the cool embrace of wind once more. Viewing a body of water, the delusional girl couldn’t help but think that she was still at the beach. Mash’s confusion was cleared after Martha’s asshole widened out as it passed the widest point of her fecal matter. Afterwards, it was a sudden drop for the former Demi-Servant as she rushed to collide with the sterile and cold pool. 

Splash

Mash looked around as best as she could. Through her mental fatigue she was able to see that she was trapped in some artificial white pool. Looking upwards, she saw a sight that was odd even based on her own experiences. A pair of white mountains that blotted out the sky. Unable to move, Mash could only drift in the cold water as she slowly pieced together what happened from her scattered memories. Only realizing where she currently was when her core was shaking by the might of Martha’s voice. “Hnngh. Just one more.” Before Mash could contemplate what Martha had meant, the answer fell upon her. A smaller second log of excrement dropped on top of Mash. Pushing her feces self below the water’s surface. Her own weight and pressure of the water dragged her down to a watery grave. Mash’s vision blurred by the blurred surface of water and the falling piece of toilet paper that blanketed the water.

Martha plunged the toilet’s lever before walking over to the sink to wash her hands. It was unlucky that we couldn’t find any more watermelons. At least we can count our fortune that Quetzalcoatl was able to acquire some of that delicious fruit in the first place. Makes the following repulsive matter that I must eject out of my cheeks worth it. Martha thought as Mash’s existence was sentenced to the depths of a septic tank. The Throne of Heroes truly disgusted by the fates of each of the Servants. Their existences now sealed in these forms.

Ritsuka’s mind was well and truly lost. If she was still capable of higher cognitive functions, then she might have mistaken her chambers for the stomach once more. The reality of the humid and odious chambers being a final stop of the digestive system instead of one of the first. Quetzalcoatl, after sitting down on the toilet seat, thought of ways to surprise her master since the anniversary of her being summoned was coming up soon. Never too soon to plan, it’s only half a year away. The pressure in Quetzalcoatl’s lower abdomen decreased. A steady stream of slightly pungent fluid came out of her urethra. Like a fountain of water falling from a cliff. The organic architecture that lined the path of this body of water was none other then the Goddess’s vulvar folds. Slightly moistened by the urine that had dribbled out earlier. Only a minimal amount of Ritsuka was caught in these folds that would dry off within the hour. The rest of her pooled out into the toilet. Bubbling the water in the basin as Quetzalcoatl reached for the toilet paper. Breaking off a piece she wiped herself after the stream went from a torrent of fluids to a weak stream, and then ending with an ephemeral drizzle. Quetzalcoatl wiped her damp regions of the fluids with the toilet paper. The material absorbing the salty liquid before being dropped into the toilet. With Ritsuka’s disposal near completion, Quetzalcoatl flushed the toilet.

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The recently summoned Caster Servant Artoria looked through the halls of her master’s abode. Wondering where Ritsuka was as she wanted to get better acquainted with her. The tomboyish mage thought that she had sensed her, but her magical senses only led her to the bathroom. A toned blonde woman exited the room and pleasantly smiled at her before heading off. Looking in the now vacant room, Artoria could not see her master anywhere. In fact, it felt as if her master was now further away. Gosh darn it. Should I keep looking for her? It seems like my searching spell could use some work. Maybe I should study a little bit more? Artoria grappled with the decision as the vestiges of Ritsuka’s mind broken self slowly dried off Quetzalcoatl’s vulvar folds.