[EMIYA SHIROU] [THE GAMER]

[LV 50 - 3.500/50.000] [HP: 5000[MP: 35[MC: 27[ST: 920[SP: 9]

[STR: 50[DEX: 50[INT: 50[WIS: 50[CHR: 102] [ATK: 100] [DEF:100]

The sun was setting over Onigashima, painting the entire island with shades of bloody scarlet.
A fitting hue, all things considered.
Shirou trudged along the steep mountain path, eyes fixed on the fortress carved into the rock. It looked every little bit as ominous as he knew it to be.
Only a few hours prior he had accidentally infiltrated the place and successfully escaped with the Catalyst without being spotted.
Now he was going back in, but from the front entrance.
He ran into several checkpoints on the way, but the Orc Captains manning them let him through without so much as looking twice at him.
That was only reasonable, since he had been invited by the mistress of the place herself.
That is, if one could call that an invitation.
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Shirou proceeded cautiously through the cavern corridor down which the women had escaped, when Ibaraki had made her appearance. Unfortunately, there were several bifurcations which led to some dead ends. Fortunately, he went down them because he found some of the women hiding in there, desperately trying to hold back their sobs when they heard him approach, only to basically jump into his arm (He's only one arm right now) when they recognized him.
Leading them by the hand, he formed a human rope and together they explored each corridor. When they finally went down the last one, they found out that it led outside. Shirou thought he would find the still missing women out there, but there was no trace of them.
Perhaps they didn't feel safe enough and had run to hide into the forest, but Shirou could not venture further with the women he had managed to find until that point.
"I'll take you back to the cave then I'll go look for the others," he told them.

"Yes, please. Mikoto-chan is still missing. Please don't let anything happen to her. She's always taken care of all of us."
"Don't worry. I'm not leaving anyone behind."
And he meant it, of course. He would not leave anyone on this island at the mercy of the Oni. He had every intention of taking these people back with him to his world, where they wouldn't be enslaved or eaten.
Going back to the cave from the outside was a much faster affair than fumbling underground and it took them only a few minutes, but it had been at least a couple of hours since he had left Matsumoto for the second time.
He had already explained to the women what had happened with Ibaraki and Matsumoto, otherwise they might run off again once they saw the blonde turned Oni.
When he arrived, she was still as huge as earlier, but she was now using a futon as a makeshift chest wrap.
The most notable thing, however, was not how even a futon was stretched to it limits in the attempt to contain her enlarged mammaries, but rather that there were two more people in her company.
The first was the diminished Ibaraki that had previously escaped. She was sitting against the wall with he knees hugged to her chest and tears at the corner of her eyes. Despite those, she managed to look positively murderous.
She wasn't physically bound or anything, so Shirou was flabbergasted about the whole picture.
The other person he didn't recognize right away. He was a kid more or less Shirou's age with short black hair, dressed in extremely oversized clothes and smoking a cigar that was too big for his mouth. Somehow his deadpan expression succeeded in not making him look ridiculous as he would have been otherwise
"Emiya," the kid greeted, as he blew out a cloud of smoke. "Glad to see you are back in one piece. More or less."
It took Shirou a long moment to put the pieces together.
"Ve...VELVET-SAN?"
"Yes, that would be me," the kid, Velvet, sighed.
"Told you he'd react that way," said Matsumoto amusedly.

"Yes, well. It seems that I wasn't the only one surprised by another's transformation. In fact, he seems to be the only one looking the same as before."
"Except for that arm," said Matsumoto.
"Indeed," Velvet agreed, noticing how Shirou had none of the previous injuries but sported a whole new one.
"But how is that... Wait, don't tell me it's the effect of that potion?"
"Unfortunately. It was supposed to simulate the aura necessary to go through the barrier, but it has exceeded what my body could handle without suffering side effects. It would appear that overdosing on it does more than just simulate."
"Are you alright? I mean besides…"
"I am fine, despite my... diminished size," he reassured. "This forced rejuvenation was an unpleasant process, but I'm healthy, as far as I can tell."
"That's great. So...why is Ibaraki here and why isn't she trying to kill anyone?"
Ibaraki glared harder, but didn't say a word.
"I ran into her on my way back here. In her weakened state, I was able to capture her and bind her to me."
"You made her into a familiar?" Shirou asked, surprised. "Is it safe? How are you going to control her?"
"I've put a geas on her. As long as I keep her from regaining too much power, she won't be able to break free."
"Oh," said Shirou, quite stumped by this turn of events. Matsumoto had become a giant while Ibaraki and Velvet had shrunk. At least they were all still alive. "Well, that's one less problem on our hands. Are you going to go back to normal?"
"I don't know yet," Velvet admitted. "I lack the necessary equipment to accurately diagnose myself. However, considering the nature of the process, there is a chance that returning to my previous appearance would either require an inverse procedure or that I'd naturally age with time. I don't think it will go away on its own."
"Sorry about that…?" said Shirou, uncertainly.
Being transformed against one's will certainly wasn't a pleasant experience. On the other hand, regaining one's youth would normally be considered a blessing.

Then again, preventing the decay of the body was a trivial task for a Magus, so Velvet wouldn't see the same benefits that a normal human would.
"Enough of that. It's of little consequence in the current circumstances. Matsumoto-san told me how things went down over here, and that you managed to retrieve the anchor. How did that happen?"
"It's a long story," said Shirou dismissively. He wasn't about go into details with that tale. "One I don't have time to tell. Some of the girls are still missing and I'm going back to look for them."
"Well, alright," sad Velvet, shaking his head. "We can discuss this later. I'm going to start devising a counter ritual to get us back home."
"You do that. Also, make sure that we can take the girls back with us."
"Emiya, I'm not sure that's going to be possible," he warned. "And even if we manage to carry them with us, they'll be intruders in our world as much as we are in theirs. Gaia would just expel them into the void."
"Then we just make something to act as a anchor," he said, already on his way out. "Please look into it. I'll help you out as soon as I get back."
"Fine," Velvet exhaled. "You certainly like to make things more complicated than they are. Not that I expected any less from you."
Although Shirou didn't really know him all that well, he was fairly certain that the exasperation in Velvet's voice was not entirely genuine.
He wasn't that bad for a guy who wanted to kill him.
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Ibaraki-Doji fumed, because that was the only thing she could do at present.
She would kill them all, without exception. Even the redhead would die. No matter how good he tasted, it would not save him from being brutally murdered. Taking himself as hostage would not work a second time.
She would kill anyone who had witnessed her disgrace. The fat cow who stole her power, the brat who bound her. They would all suffer her wrath.
"You do understand that I know what you are thinking?" asked the insufferable Magus without bothering to turn. "Our minds are connected."

Ibaraki would have wanted nothing more than hurl insults at him, except maybe tear him limb from limb. However, she could not do even that much. The geas that bound her prevented her from doing a certain number of things.
Talking was not one of them. Her speech had not been sealed.
"Fine, be that way," said the Magus. "Being uncooperative won't make me loosen your leash, just so you know." Leash, he said. Leash. Like she was some kind of lowly dog.
"You wretched Master! I- Hmmp!"
She clamped her mouth shut, biting her own tongue. Indeed, the geas didn't stop her from talking. It only prevented her from calling him anything other than Master. It was adding insult to injury.
Not only she was beholden to him, she couldn't even call him names. No doubt, this was his idea of revenge. To an Oni such as her, death was preferable to having her pride tarnished, so of course he did just that.
"Hmm? Were you saying something, familiar?" he asked casually.
Blood dripped from Ibaraki's mouth as she bit down even harder. Her fury was such that her lower canines had stretched out, but that was the extent of what she could do with her rage.
This man…he was a sadist. There was no doubt he was a sadist.
Why did it have to be him who had bound her of all people? Couldn't it have been the redhead instead? That one at least wouldn't rub it in.
But such was her luck and for the time being, she could do nothing, not even warn Shuten about their plan. She could only stew powerlessly and contemplate in how many ways she would kill him the moment she broke free.
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Shirou returned to the place where the cave opened to the forest and started looking for clues about Mikoto's and the other's whereabouts.
He didn't know the first thing about tracking, but he could still see where the vegetation looked like it had been disturbed and moved in that direction. It was a slow process as it wasn't always obvious which way he should go.
Eventually, he arrived at a small clearing and what he found there chilled his blood.

Whereas before it was difficult to spot the signs, now they were quite evident and quite worrying. The grass was basically flattened all over. Branches were snapped in many places and a piece of cloth was caught upon them.
Shirou knew that material, because it was that of the women's clothes.
Judging by what he could see, there was no doubt they had been captured. His first thought was to give chase, but just as he was about to do so, a prompt showed up.

[Supernatural presence detected]
The alert showed up mere moments before a few leaves rustled a bit to the side.
Shirou immediately put up his guard, and the moment the small Oni showed his face, Shirou was already on him. He kneed it in the chest and knocked it to the ground, where he pinned him with his small weigh and, more importantly, by stabbing his sword in the dirt next to his head.
"Talk. Where did you take the women?"
"Eh! Ah! Wait! I'm a messenger! Just a messenger. Please don't kill me!"
"A messenger? Did you mean you knew you'd find me here?"
"Nononono!" the Oni denied, frantically shaking his ugly head. "I was going to the cave where your people hide… I mean…"
Shirou narrowed his eyes. So they did know where they had been hiding all this time.
"To do what?"
"To bring a message! I have… I have a letter for you."
With a trembling hand, the Oni handed over a piece of paper. Shirou snateched it and unfolded it, reading its content while keeping a careful eye on his captive.
'Let us have a drink, tonight.'
That's all it said. No promise to free the girls if he went or to kill them if he didn't. Not that it was necessary. He didn't think Shuten was an idiot that would expect him to present himself just because she asked, therefore the threat was implied very loudly.
"That's it?" he asked the Oni. "Were the girls hurt? Did you hurt them?"

"I-I-I don't know. I didn't even see them. They just sent me to deliver the message. Please, please, please don't kill me!"
Shirou narrowed his eyes and seriously considered beheading the ugly creature. In the end, he decided not to. It wouldn't change anything.
"Go back to your Mistress and tell her that I accept her invitation," he said as he got off him. "Go, before I change my mind."
The Oni didn't need to be told a second time, he got off his feet and scurried away into the forest. Shirou watched him go as he crumpled the letter in his hand.
Then he spun around and headed back to the cave.
He needed to mount a rescue operation.
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That's how he found himself climbing his way up to a confrontation he could not avoid. They were on the cusp of finally leaving the island without having to clash with Shuten Doji and this had to happen..
Was this some kind of twisted karma? For every lucky break he got, another shoe would drop? It certainly felt that way for him in that moment. It was even worse because it wasn't him who was personally at risk, but rather big sis Mikoto and the others.
At least, the situation wasn't hopeless yet.
They had a solid rescue plan going on, and more intel that Shuten-Doji could imagine them having. And also more manpower.
Or was it womanpower?
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"You want me to do what?" Matsumoto asked.
"Right now, you are the strongest of us," Shirou explained. "If there's anyone who can pull it off, that's you."
"Also, you have the aura of an Oni about you," said Velvet. "They'll probably let you in without a fuss."
"It's too dangerous," she objected. "Even if I am this strong right now, what if I got trapped somehow? What if I don't make it back in time."

"There's no need for your to get back," said Velvet.
"Excuse me?" she growled with her lower canines sticking out of her mouth.
"Calm down," he continued with absolute aplomb. "What I'm saying is that there is no reason to gather in one place in order to get back to our world. I'm going to create a number of tokens. Anyone holding onto them will be be brought back with us when ritual goes off."
"So, there's no risk I'll be left behind?" she asked.
"Not unless you lose it," he specified.
"We don't know where the girls are kept though," said Shirou. "Is sending her in blind the best we can do?"
"Your concern is misplaced. We have a reliable source of intel at our disposal," said Velvet, as he turned to look at the sulking, miniature Oni. She just narrowed her eyes at him, and remained silent. A futile effort, since he could easily command her to speak as he wished.
"The one facing the greater risk is going to be you, Emiya," he continued. "She might not be able to hurt you directly, but you are going to be surrounded by who know how many enemies. She won't have to move a finger."
"I know that, but there is no other choice, is there?"
"There is one. Just give up on saving those girls" said Velvet.
"Like I said, no other choice," Shirou insisted, glaring at the other Magus.
"Eh," scoffed Velvet, blowing out a lungful of cigar smoke. "You are are one reckless idiot, Emiya, but at least you are consistent. Since you aren't going to see reason, we might as well take advantage of that."
"How do you plan on doing that?" asked Shirou.
"We do need to deliver a token to Miss Mikado, if you want to get her back with us."
"Of course I do. Won't that also bring Shuten-Doji along, though?"
"The possession is holding only because of the Anchor. The first part of the reverse summoning requires breaking that connection, and then use the energy provided by this to push us out to head back to our own."
"So I just have to make sure she has it onto her when it goes off. Easier said than done."

"I'm pretty sure that's the easy part," said Velvet. "You'll have to survive on your own until that time."
"I'll figure it out, I hope. Anyway, that clears going back home, but what about the girls? Even if we take them with us, what's going to keep them anchored to our side?"
"The token I made will work as a temporary foothold for them. That will buy us enough time to make something more permanent."
"Okay. Okay that's good. So, when is the ritual going to happen? We should set an hour."
"Midnight," said Waver. "The turn of the day is a symbol of change. I can't think of any better time. Also, it should give us enough time to get everything in place and infiltrate the fortress, and not so much that you'll have to fend for yourself too long."
"Alright. I can't think of any good reason against it," Shirou agreed.
"Good. Then I'll make sure everything's ready. You should rest and recuperate, Emiya. Something tells me you are going to need every little bit of energy you have at your disposal to survive the night."
"Yeah," Shirou concurred, gaze shifting toward Matsumoto's gargantuan form. "I guess I really am going to need it."
Matsumoto noticed his stare and blinked, then her smile curled into a grin that had too much Oni in it to make Shirou any comfortable. Unfortunately, there really was no way around it.
He got up and made his way to a lateral tunnel. A dead end one that he knew being large enough to accommodate him and Matsumoto as well.
She didn't follow immediately. As a professional, she knew better than to draw attention to her business and her clients. She waited for Velvet to be engrossed in his task and then joined Shirou.
"So… here we are again," she said upon finding him. Her voice was laced with amusement.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to bother you again."
"It is absolutely no bother," she purred. "Although I wonder what we'll be able to accomplish with me in this state."
"Uh. Actually, I didn't think of that," he admitted.
For obvious reason, Shirou had sex only with women that were much bigger than himself. However, this was way beyond his current experience. Previously, he was barely as tall as Matsumoto waist. Now with her increased height, he didn't reach much higher than the knee.

Truth to be told, even if her mass had increased proportionally, Shirou had enough raw strength and dexterity to handle her just as well as before, but it made him wonder which positions would be best suited to get their business completed.
However she misinterpreted his hesitation for something else..
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if you found the current me off-putting."
"Wha-? No, it's nothing like that Matsumoto-san. You aren't any less pretty than before. Actually, uh…. I… Your assets are… more, uh.. prominent?"
"Hm? Oh, Shirou," she smiled coyly. "I should have known that a man would find bigger tits only more appealing."
"Err… sorry about that," he apologized.
There was no point hiding it from her, considering what they had already done and were about to do. Matsumoto's overabundant proportions were a defining part of her beauty and she knew it well.
The transformation not only hadn't detracted from them, but had made them all the more prominent. It wasn't only a matter of size either. The aura of an Oni gave her wild edge to her presence than boosted her beauty.
"It's nothing you should apologize for. I use it to my advantage every day, you know. Now, time is a bit short so what do you say if we dispense with the pleasantries and jump straight to business?
"R-Right," he agreed.
Matsumoto yanked off her futon and it fell to the floor, but not before being caught by the wide curves of her hips and butt. Shirou did not bother hiding the erection that such sight caused and simply dropped his pants to the floor.
His cock sprung up, harder than ever, throbbing veins clearly visible along its length. It was quite evident how badly he wanted to do this. He had been quite honest in that regard. Matsumoto's abnormal size did not put him off in the slightest.
Was he a pervert? Having had sex with three separate women at his age was certainly reason enough to assume that he was, and being so turned on in this circumstances was probably proof enough.
Even the shame he felt didn't so much as soften his erection a little bit.

Of course, part of the reason was the Matsumoto current charisma was much higher than normal, but Shirou had no way of knowing that. He could only feel its effects. He could have reached that conclusion, but he was otherwise distracted.
"Well, then," said Matsumoto. "Since you seem to like my babies this much, how about we lead with them?"
"Yes! I… I mean… what… how are we going to do that."
"Hmm… how about this?"
She kneeled to the ground, lowering her bust as much as possible and squeezing her colossal breasts together.
"Come closer," she told him and he immediately approached.
"How…?"
"Just push yourself against them. Yes, just like that."
Shirou did as instructed and pushed his almost whole body against her tits. With their current size he almost couldn't reach from side to side with his arms open. Not that he was much interested in their width when he had sunk his cock in their depths.
"Oh," he said. He really didn't need Matsumoto to tell him to do more, because he immediately started to thrust his hips back and forth, slapping his legs and lower torso against her.
They were as soft as the first time, but now it was almost a full-body experience. A completely new sensation. It could not be called a boobjob anymore. He was quite literally fucking her tits and it was awesome.
"Someone is enjoying himself," Matsumoto sing-sang with evident satisfaction.
"Ma...Matsumoto-sam, I'm.. I'm sorry… it's just…"
"They feel good, don't they, my breasts?"
"Yes! YES!"
"Then go ahead and fuck them to your heart content. Fuck my tits and fill them with your white stuff."
Despite her profession, Matsumoto wasn't usually one to get into dirty talks. Her job required a certain amount of class. However, the power of an Oni coursing through her body had brought her primal instincts to the fore and she let them loose on her diminutive lover.

It didn't take long for Shirou to eject his load into her overgrown mammaries. Despite their size, he still ejaculated so much that a copious amount burst out from between them and splattered across Matsumoto's face.
She did not pull away or recoil in surprise. She merely licked her lips and pushed her breasts together even harder. Shirou was far from being done, anyway. Having coated the space between her tits with his cum didn't deter him from keep thrusting his hips. In fact, he went at it even harder.
The friction, even lubed by his first ejaculation, generated an intense heat on Matsumoto's flesh, that spread all over her body and especially in the pit of her stomach.
She had acquired a part of Ibaraki's stats, but none of her skill. Even if she had, Ibarki wasn't really a sexual creature. Matsumoto had not gained the slightest improvement in sexual ability from the absorption and the gap between hers and Shirou's hadn't changed in her favor. If fact, it was widening every time he slapped his stomach onto her mammary glands.

[Sexual Interaction as reached Lv. 51]
"Hnng!" Matsumoto moaned, biting her lip, as an orgasm of her own shook her entire body.
While many a guy had pleasured themselves with her breasts, only Shirou had ever managed to make it feel so good for her that she would come from it. It was quickly becoming her favorite act, helped in no small part by how cute he was being while he desperately buried his cock between her lumps.
She liked it so much that she didn't mind it in the slightest when he came all over them and onto her face for the second time. The amount of semen he produced could put a bull to shame and he could do so repeatedly. Matsumoto didn't have any particular liking for the stuff, but she knew of some women who did. If any of them got their hands on Shirou, they would hit jackpot.
But that wouldn't do. Shirou was her plaything and there was no better way to claim him for herself than to permanently burn the pleasure her body could give him into his brain.
"Someone seems to really like my breasts, isn't it, Shirou?" she asked rhetorically as he went for the third round without taking a single break.
"Ahhh, yes. They… they are wonderful, Matsumoto-san."
"Hfff… if you like them so much, I'll cut you a deal."
"Ah...Ah… A deal?" he asked, without stopping his thrust even for a moment.

"Yes…. ah… I'll let you… I'll let you fuck my tits every time you want for free… but… ahhh… you will never have sex with another... ahhh… another woman."
"I… can't… can't do that… I… I love my girlfriend. This is… this is just a… necessary evil. Once we… hnn… go back I won't. I won't be doing this with you again."
Matsumoto was shocked. Many of her clients were married or otherwise spoken for, but they still paid huge sums to have sex with her. She could reluctantly accept that Shirou would not dump his girlfriend, but at least she was sure he would come back for more.
That was yet another blow to her pride. Surpassing her in sexual skills and turning down unlimited free access to her breasts? He'd be hard pressed to find another pair of tits like hers his entire life.
Just as she would be hard pressed in finding someone who could give her a titsgasm.
More importantly she didn't want to risk losing access to him before she could reverse their roles.
"F...Fine! You don't have to dump anyone. Just… please come fuck my tits every now and then. I'll make it especially cheap for you."
"No… no. I can't do that… I won't do that!"
He pulled away from her, sliding his cock out of her boobs.
"I'm sorry. I… am done now. Thank you for your help," he said.
Matsumoto could only stare as she was blatantly dropped mid-orgasm. However, there was nothing she could say in protest. Theirs had only been a business transaction, and she could ask nothing of him except her rightful compensation.
Such was the life of a whore, and until this day it was perfectly fine with her.
"I… I see," she said, her breathing still hard. "Then… Then I'll leave you to your rest. I'll expect payment for my services once we get back."
Thus she promptly stood and left the cave after hastily dressing herself.
Shirou sighed and recomposed himself as well. He understood that his refusal had hurt Matsumoto somehow, but there were some things he couldn't accept. He didn't like Matsumoto the way he liked Saeko and Taiga. Even with a pass from his girlfriends, he wasn't comfortable casually having sex with women to which he held no affection.
He would make it up to her somehow, in some other way.

Now he couldn't lose himself in such thoughts. He needed to sleep to regain all of his energy.
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Two hours later, their plan was set in motion. Shirou left on his own on the surface to meet Shuten-Doji, while Matsumoto infiltrated the castle from a secret underground entrance that Ibaraki knew, which would take her straight to the dungeons where the girls were likely to be kept.
Velvet in the meantime stayed behind to prepare the reverse summoning ritual.
Shirou still felt awful about the thing with Matsumoto, but there was nothing he could do about it at present. She didn't treat him particularly frostily when he emerged from his sleep, but she was a professional so she probably concealed any resentment she harbored.
But that was truly a thought best left for another time. Now, the only thing Shirou needed to focus on was surviving his encounter with Shuten-Doji until the appointed time, while hoping that Matsumoto successfully rescued the missing girls.
They had no way to keep in touch, so for all intents and purpose they were three separate parties striking out on their own, unable to help each other. At the very least, Shirou could keep Shuten busy until they managed to slip away, though he really couldn't imagine what the Oni had in store for him.
Certainly, it would be nothing good.

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