Kama's Beach Bonanza (Food TF, Fate)

Afterward, once they’d changed into their new swimwear (in separate changing rooms, much to Kama’s disappointment), the two of them made their way along the beach, Kama clinging to Master’s arm as if he were her beloved beau. Which, as a matter of fact, he was.

“Don’t worry, Master,” she said, running his fingers over his chest. “That disgusting Lancer doesn’t deserve to be in your presence. Why would you even want her here, when you have me to interact with, anyway? Unlike that backstabbing whore, I don’t care where your gaze wanders…” She squeezed her arms together to emphasize her cleavage.

Master Ritsuka didn’t seem reassured, unfortunately. Frowning, Ritsuka scanned their surroundings for something to take his mind off the missing Servants, and her eyes happened to settle on a quaint little café near the shore.

Just as she was about to suggest they head there, she caught the hint of magical energy inside. More Servants, threatening to ruin her wonderful date with Master?! 

Well, there was only one way to deal with that…

*

Charlotte barely heard the bell over the door, she was so focused on the wonderful cakes and other treats on display behind the counter. Sliding along it, her face practically pressed against the glass, she sighed in nostalgia. What she would have given for one last treat, before that fatal…

Something crashed into her back, something harsh and bright and magical. Surging through her nerves, it snapped her upright with a gasp and left her trembling on the spot, teeth jittering in her mouth as her skin rippled with pins and needles. 

Through the sensation, she struggled to speak. Wh-what is–? 

Like melting ice, her clothing ran from her body, dripping from her flesh and pooling beneath her feet as a puddle of liquid cloth. Hardening, it turned a stark white, hard and ceramic. It took her a moment to recognize her dress had become a plate. 

With another gasp, she found herself crushed, squeezed from human size to something far smaller, as if a pair of ghostly hands were working her all over, sculpting her, teasing her, reshaping her like clay. When they caught her breasts, her vagina, the pleasure was orgasmic–biting her lips, she struggled to keep herself from moaning.

Slowly, she sank, forced downward, downward, downward towards the plate beneath her feet, crushed from human-shape into a cylinder of flesh with her breasts on one side, her buttocks on the other, and her face aimed at the ceiling, twisted in pleasure. Accompanying it came a strange sense of fluffiness and, even more bizarrely, the taste of cream. 

The world flashed, and just like that, she found herself behind the counter. Trapped behind the glass, unable to leave her plate, she could only squirm, wondering what had happened to her. 

Even as she struggled to move, a familiar face appeared before her, peering through the glass with a hungry expression. 

“Mmm~, I think I’ll take a slice of that one,” said Kama, pointing to her.

Charlotte flinched. W-wait, she cried as the attendant removed her from the counter, what are you doing?! Keep that knife away from me! Stay away! Stay–! 

Schink!

*

In the corner, Anastasia dropped her spoon into the empty bowl with a sigh of relief. Compared to the frigid temperature of her homeland, this magical beach was worse than the hottest desert, and it was an immense relief to finally find a way to cool down. 

Just as she was about to return to the counter for another bowl, however, the door swung open with a jingle from the bell, and into the café stepped no other than Chaldea’s sexiest former-enemy-turned-ally, Kama. Anastasia froze, and certainly not because she was cold. Just what was this… this slattern doing here? 

As it happened, Kama intended to give her an answer. Raising her hand, she took aim at Charlotte, who was standing by the counter, and with a flash and a zap, the Assassin vanished, replaced by a simple sponge cake in her colors. 

Anastasia leapt to her feet with a squeal of horror. “Just what are you–?!” Before she could finish, Kama turned her attention to her, and with a crash of magical energy, Anastasia shot back, flung in the direction of her own empty bowl.

As she flew, her eyes wide in terror, the world around her grew, blown to enormous size. Her clothing, dripping, dribbled from her flesh like drops of water from ice, and she squealed and tried to cover herself, she felt a terrible chill all throughout, one far worse than any lack of clothing could cause. Hugging herself, she shivered and gasped…

…and shrank, her body collapsing in on itself as her flesh gained the consistency of mud. Landing in a now giant pile of herself, she swirled into a smooth spiral, cold and white and, bizarrely, vanilla. As she shivered and struggled to move, a spoon slammed into her side, digging deep into her. She screamed, expecting pain, but instead all she felt was a terrible, burning pleasure. It was almost a welcome reprieve from the heat. 

Trapped, unable to move, she could only squirm in her head and wonder what Kama had done to her. Had she been turned into food as well?! If so, what–?

Too late, she put all the facts together. The bowl, the cold, the taste of vanilla… The spoon! She’d been– She’d been turned into–! 

Kama’s smiling figure appeared above, and with her, Master Ritsuka. “Quickly, Master, this way! I’ve prepared some delicious ice cream to go with our cake. Mmm~, I’m sure they’ll taste so delicious together.” 

Master Ritsuka frowned, but he went for her spoon all the same. As it dug into her flesh, Anastasia could only scream in pleasure. 

“Isn’t the taste so rich?” said Kama, spitefully.