What up guys, I saw fanart with booba and spent two days making this fic to get it out of my head (link in description)
PriscxBaru in a different form
Contains boob-fondling and making out
A one-woman tornado that ruined the bloodless siege, sending Shudrak and Guaral soldiers alike flying.
A duel between Al and the No.2 Divine General, Arakiya, displaying the difference of power between man and magic.
And finally Priscilla Barielle with her powerful Yang Sword, wounding the rampaging Arakiya and putting an end to the conflict.
All of this went by almost too quickly for Natsuki Subaru, currently under the guise of 'Natsumi Schwartz', to keep up with! One minute they were enjoying their victorious takeover of the city of Guaral, the next minute it was all a disaster. The only positive that came from this development was that Priscilla, someone whom Subaru knew and possibly had the political sway needed to get him and Rem home, was now here!
Once the dust of combat began to settle, Al helped Vincent from the balcony, Rem treated as many wounded as she could, and some of the Shudrak women took Arakiya to a holding cell downstairs. This gave Subaru the perfect opportunity to talk to Priscilla and see why she was here, maybe see if she was willing to help (unlikely, but it was worth a shot). Picking up the edge of his elaborate and fancy dress, Subaru hurried over to the fiery baroness, who seemed uninterested in everything going on around her. With a flick of her wrist, her Yang Sword disappeared into nothing right as Subaru shuffled his way across the battle-torn hall and over to her.
"Priscilla!" Subaru called out to her as he closed the gap, gently waving with his free hand, "Oh man, am I happy to see you! Strange to hear coming from me, I know, but I'm kind of in a pickle and I could really use your hel—Ghl!"
"Hmmm... Curious." Priscilla muttered to herself after grabbing Subaru's face with her right hand, squeezing his cheeks between her thumb and fingers. She moved his head up, down, left, and right to see every angle he had to offer, making his wig shift a little each time she jerked his face around. 'She's being awfully over-familiar with mineself.' Something about this girl seemed vaguely familiar to Priscilla, and she intended to find out what it was about this woman that piqued her interest.
"Nnyu…" Subaru just grumbled between his forcibly-pursed lips as he let the Bloody Bride inspect his face, her overwhelming curiosity and physical strength pretty much making him go with whatever she wanted to do with him. With how close she was leaning into him, Priscilla's large bust pressed into Subaru's fake one, causing the young knight's heart-rate to jump. Though most of Natsumi's chest was padding, there was still a little bit of Subaru's chest that acted as cleavage, which was the part that Priscilla's boobs were pressing up against. The blush on his face was hard to hide, so he just decided to try and power through to say what he needed to. "Uh ackshualy, I wan'ed 'o 'alk 'o you abou' shomfin'." He tried to talk to her through her iron grip, but he couldn't speak properly with his lips being forced into a pucker.
After pushing away from Al, whom he was leaning on for support, Vincent began to make his way over to his strategist and half-sister for a post-battle situation report. He expected this crossdressing buffoon to do something to upset his kin within moments of speaking to her, but to his surprise she actually seemed to have taken an interest in him. Once he came over, Priscilla turned to her brother with a puzzled look on her face.
"Elder brother, who is this woman?"
"Huh?" Subaru questioned out loud, wondering why Priscilla had spent so much time checking him out just for her memory to fail her.
"Alright, I know how I look right now, but we've actually met before."
After the post-battle meeting to discuss the matter of the Divine Generals, address Arakiya's escape, and face the reality of Mizelda's leg, Priscilla had taken the songstress that roused her interest by the hand and pulled her aside to talk in private. She took Subaru to one of the empty office rooms on the upper floor of the building, an ideal spot to talk without being interrupted.
"Say that all you wish, but if you were truly anyone worth remembering, then mineself never would have forgotten you to begin with. It's as simple as that." Priscilla was perplexed by this woman. The last songstress she had met was Liliana, who was an annoying soul that somehow managed to capture her heart with her music. While this songstress hadn't spun melodies for her yet, the sheer gall this woman had to simply walk up to her like she was her good friend was foolish… yet admirable. "Perhaps you failed to entertain me with your performance and you were never remembered to begin with. What a shame."
"Perfor—Wait, I'm not actually a traveling performer! Hell, I'm not even a real woman!" Those last few words raised Priscilla's eyebrows, which then narrowed in deduction. Her analytic gaze scanned the foreign-looking girl's body until her eyes settled on an anomaly. The Bloody Bride's lips curled into a feisty smile.
"I believe I see what you mean…" Subaru sighed in relief that his case of forgotten identity had been cleared up, but just as he was about to speak he felt a pair of hands grope his semi-fake breasts. Without word or warning, Priscilla had begun to fondle Natsumi's chest.
Priscilla's fingers massaged and tested the stuffing he used to construct his padding underneath, her thumb rubbed and squeezed the real part of his chest that made up his fake cleavage. "It's a sad sight to see someone feel the need to stuff their chest. Not everyone can be blessed like minself, so I suppose it should be no surprise that there are those who feel the need to… compensate." She gave Subaru's chest a firmer squeeze, making him whine in mild protest. "Hmm. The material you used for your padding doesn't feel quite right. Were anyone to feel these, one would immediately be able to tell these are fakes."
"H-Hey, these were supposed to be just for show! It's not like I was expecting to get felt-up today!" Subaru didn't know why he took such offense to her making judgy remarks about his chest, but that didn't stop him from stomping his foot on the ground as Priscilla continued to play around with his body. Her continued harassment only made Subaru more and more flustered as he looked down and away from Priscilla's face, which did not go unnoticed by her.
"Ah, how rude of me. Here."
"What're you—Ah!" Before he realized what she was doing, Priscilla moved her hands from Subaru's chest down to his wrists, grabbing both of them so she could put his hands to cup her sizable chest. "Uh…" He didn't know what he did for this to happen, but right now Subaru had Priscilla Barielle's boobs at his mercy, each one bigger than he could fit in one hand, his fingers practically sinking into her pillow-soft funbags.
Subaru was frozen in place, knowing full well of the temper that lay dormant within this woman, and that was a side he didn't wish to see again. One wrong move and he might get another swift kick in the jaw, so he felt it best to just go with whatever she proposed.
He focused his attention into keeping his legs straight, for if he allowed his knees to unlock he would surely fall to the ground. Though he had stared death itself in the face, he was still a young man feeling a woman's chest for the first time, so his legs felt like they were about to give out. He was lucky enough to have Emilia be his first kiss, but getting to second base for the first time in the middle of a civil war, with Priscilla of all people, was not in Subaru's plans at all.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Mineself is allowing you to feel what a true woman's breasts should feel like! One should notsquander gifts that are given so generously!"
"Oh, r-right! Of course!" He didn't know why she was so adamant about him groping her chest. Maybe she liked to show off to other women who were less endowed than her. Perhaps she had some sort of perverse itch that needed to be scratched. Or it could be that Priscilla really did see Natsumi Schwartz as a pitiable woman in need of some reference material. Regardless of her true intentions, Subaru couldn't do much except stand there like a buffoon and fondle Priscilla's tits, just like she wanted.
Once she felt confident that 'Natsumi' wouldn't move 'her' hands away, Priscilla released Subaru's wrists and moved her hands down to rest on her hips, enjoying the impulsive feeling of having someone she had just met touch her so intimately. Even through her dress, Subaru could feel the amazing softness of her boobs, leagues better than anything he could possibly recreate himself.
"You may never reach the divine softness or ample size of mine breasts, but may this provide you with the chance to understand what the highest-quality chest in the world feels like. You may thank me at any time."
"T-Thank you…"
"Hmm~." Her face beaming with pride, Priscilla donned a smug expression as she puffed her chest out, as if telling Subaru to feel her up more aggressively. Priscilla had handled him as roughly as she seemed to want during her turn with him, so why shouldn't he return the favor?
Taking Priscilla up on her word, Subaru squeezed his digits into her plush mounds, rewarding him in a sultry moan from the back of her throat. Panicked that he may have gone too far, Subaru looked up from her chest and to her face for her reaction, but her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and she had a light blush across her face. It was almost as if Subaru's touch was turning her on, but Subaru knew that she wasn't shameless enough to get off on something like this.
… Or maybe she wasn't. Subaru understood her less than anyone else in the Royal Selection, so anything she did was a mystery that eluded his sense of reasoning.
Not one to disappoint, Subaru continued to fondle Priscilla's amazing rack, doing extra things like lifting her hefty bosom from below to admire their heft, smooshing them together so that they pancaked against each other and almost spilled out the top of her dress, and even tugged her teats outward to test their elasticity. She endured all that treatment with a pleased look on her face, but when he accidentally grazed his thumbs over her nipples, her eyes shot open into a scowl and she knocked Subaru's hands away.
"Alright, enough! Hmph!" Priscilla huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, blushing even further at the unexpected spike in her nipples' sensitivity. "Now that you have felt the most sublime chest to have ever graced thine presence, you may hopefully create a more realistic set of fakes for your performances. Please, show your gratitude at any time."
"I already thanked you, didn't I!? Also… there's something I've been trying to tell you, and before this goes any further, I think I should come clean and be as blunt as possible." Subaru sighed as he took out a perfectly white handkerchief from the stuffing in his chest, turning to face away from Priscilla as he wiped the makeup off his face. He cleaned his face as best he could without a mirror, focusing on the spots where he knew his makeup was heavier, trying to erase the spots that masked his masculinity.
Once he finished his makeup removal, he placed a hand to his head and whipped his wig clean off, shaking his head to get his natural hair to regain some of its natural shape. He turned around to face the Sun Princess with a wig in one hand, a rag full of foundation and blush in the other. No longer did he have the appearance of a lovely maiden, but that of a scary-faced young man from the neck up.
"Sorry it took a while for me to get to this point, but do you recognize me now?'
"No, not at all."
"Good, 'cause I could really use your—What."
"Your appearance may have changed, and you do seem to be a man, I will admit mineself was mistaken. But I still do not recognize you, even with your less-beautiful face."
"..." Subaru couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had already forgotten about him once when they met in Pristella, but given that a year had passed and they had only known each other for a short time, he didn't take much offense to her forgetfulness.
However, it had only been about two months since they last saw each other in one of the deadliest organized attacks in recent Lugnican history, and she still couldn't remember who he was!
"Uh, does the name 'Natsuki Subaru' sound familiar to you?"
"I can't say that it does." Priscilla responded plainly and quickly, not taking more than a moment before decisively claiming she had never heard his name before. A notion that Subaru knew was false, but she was arrogant and stubborn enough to dispute him anyway.
"Okay, do you remember over a month ago in Pristella? We were in a meeting together where we discussed who would fight which Archbishop, and you volunteered to take on Wrath?"
"I certainly remember offering my valuable time to fight that ghastly woman with the chains and bandages, but I don't recall you being there." There wasn't a hint of hesitation in her answer.
"Well what about over a year ago? The first time we met I tried saving you from TonChinKan, then we ran into Old Man Rom and he helped us out?"
"Being pestered by a gang of hooligans and encountering an elderly giant both sound familiar, but I think I would remember having company that day."
"Oh come on! You can remember those guys but not me? You met them only once, and this is like your third time meeting me! What the hell!?" Now Subaru was starting to get visibly mad. He could feel his eye twitching as he ground his teeth together, careful to hold his tongue against Priscilla's powder-keg personality. But the way she just stood there with a bored expression on her face, shrugging with indifference as he struggled to jog her memory, pissed him off.
"It's clear to me that if we indeed have met before today as you claim, you were simply an individual not worth remembering. Perhaps you should try a little harder next time, then mineself will go through the trouble of committing your name to memory."
"Goddammit! Did I get Gluttony'd when I wasn't looking!? Where the hell is Louis!?" He spun around in place, looking for the former(?) Archbishop as if she was there in the room with them. To Subaru, this was a safety concern of the highest caliber, the threat of a possibly active Sin Archbishop in their midst was too serious to ignore. But to Priscilla, who was watching some cross-dressing fool spin in place and babble nonsense, this was just sorry sight to behold.
"This is sad."
"I don't wanna hear anything from you!" He stopped his turning in place and pointed a finger at the Royal Candidate.
"Don't talk to me as if we're equals, peasant! Do you realize who you're talking to!?" Priscilla stomped a foot down, shaking the floor as a moderate display of power.
"I know who I'm talking to! Do you!?" With every outburst and accusation they made, Subaru and Priscilla took a step closer to each other, both of them refusing to back down as they verbally butted heads with one another.
"Hmph! To think you would raise your voice to someone who so generously let you touch her chest! Were you raised with no manners?"
"I didn't ask for that! You grabbed my hands and made me do it, remember? And even if that wasn't true, I earned that boob touch fair and square in that game of rock-paper-scissors, but I bet you don't remember that either!"
"That game you mentioned and the premise for the bet sound familiar. You still don't."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" Subaru had finally reached his boiling point and grabbed the highest part of her strapless dress, taking the fine material in his hands as the closest equivalent of holding her by the collar. "Are you seriously that dense? How can you expect to become ruler someday if you forget about people you've met this easily? You're gonna end up pissing off a lot of people in your career if you keep this up!"
"Unhand me, you cretin! This dress is worth more than your life!"
"Who cares about that? We both know you think my life is worthless anyway!"
"That's not—"
"Of course it is! If it doesn't benefit you personally, then why bother remembering, right? Just live your life carefree, ignoring the valid complaints people make about you, because you don't want to change! You think your life is so perfect that everyone around you is blessed just to be around you? Hah! If you bothered to listen to other people, you would know that there isn't anybody outside your own camp that actually likes yo—HRK!"
"YOU…" Priscilla growled, gripping Subaru's neck firmly within her left hand, "Whether I know you or not, you have spoken FAR out of turn!" Her hold on his neck got even tighter, forcing Subaru to his knees. He put both his hands to her wrists in an attempt to break free, but her overwhelming strength left her undeterred. "You bore me. This conversation is over!" Priscilla raised her free hand into a fist that glowed with Yang magic, enhancing her next blow to be even more devastating than it already would have been. Subaru's eyes widened in surprise and fear at his imminent fate, but much to her surprise, his breathing became less panicked and his eyes were less cowardly.
"You know what? Fine. Every time we meet I end up getting hurt anyways, whether it be getting shanked in the leg or slammed into a wall, so if this is what has to happen to get through this day, then fine! I'm done being afraid of you!" Subaru released his hold on her wrist and let his arms dangle freely at his sides, his entire body weight now being held by her single hand. No longer concerned with her empowered fist, Subaru took a deep breath in and looked her right in the eyes. "Do your worst."
"..." Priscilla was at an impasse within her mind. On the one hand, this boy disrespected her to her face and laid his grubby hands upon her like he owned her! Anyone who sullied her image deserved swift and harsh judgement. And yet…
Something about this boy stood out to her. His ferocity when staking his claims of having met before, his resolve to face his punishment head on, and his convincing talent to make himself appear as an elegant woman were all admirable features that roused her interest in the young man. Most men would either attempt to flee or beg for their lives, but this 'Natsuki Subaru' did neither, electing to match her ferocity in an argument and stay to face the repercussions of his actions. That level of dedication and courage was almost unheard of among the common folk, something about seeing it first hand made her feel…
Subaru had expected to get hit by now, but several seconds passed before Priscilla actually moved from her punch-ready position, and when she did, she just leaned her face in closer to his. He thought it was a way to psyche him out, so he did his best not to falter. He kept his eyes trained on hers as they got closer and closer to him a little bit at a time. When their faces were finally close enough, Priscilla dove forward and pressed her lips against his, stealing a kiss from him.
"Mmmph!" Subaru's eyes went wide at the unexpected lip-lock, he tried to pull his head back, but she moved her hands to cup his chin and keep him in place. He put his hands to her shoulders in an attempt to push her away, but her iron will and superior might kept her in place. After a few seconds of her tongue dominating his mouth, Subaru's resolve began to wane, the reality that a gorgeous woman was making out with him was flooding his mind and senses. "Mmm." His body didn't care about her rude personality, or the fact that they were political rivals, he just did what came natural and reciprocated her kiss, which somehow felt less weird to him than doing nothing at all.
For over a minute Priscilla made out with Subaru, making sure that he would never forget her taste or the way she took control over him, looking to both make an impact on him and get some fun for herself. Thankfully he seemed to know what he was doing, kissing her back weakly yet passionately. She did not know if he was kissing her back out of love for her or fear for his own life, but she didn't care. This was the most fun kissing someone she had ever had, this brash, argumentative, stupid-looking boy in a dress exciting her more than any other man she had met before.
When she finally had her fill, Priscilla slowly withdrew her tongue from his mouth, gently nibbling his lower lip and pulling back, letting it snap back into place as she pulled away. She looked into his scared, teared-up eyes one more time, feeling proud of the immense blush that spread across his face, then leaned away from him entirely, snapping the thin strand of saliva that briefly connected their lips. As she wiped her mouth of any excess drool, Subaru just fell back onto his ass and continued to stare dumbfounded at the baroness, letting their combined drool run down to his chin. She looked down on him waiting for him to do something, and after several moments his eyes regained the light of his soul as he began talking again.
"ARE YOU INSANE!? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Subaru finally came to his senses and wiped his mouth on his inner elbow.
"What, have you never been kissed by a beautiful woman before? How pitiful."
"As a matter of fact I have, and she's way prettier and WAY nicer than you are!"
"Kinder than mineself? Impossible."
"Do you really see yourself as a kind person? First you try to swindle me out of my appas, now you're stealing kisses from me? Why the hell do I always suffer when I'm around you!?"
"What appas are you talking abou—" Just as she was about to finish asking her question, Priscilla's eyes went wide in realization. She recalled a memory from a little over a year ago, the day she learned that appas grew naturally with a glorious red skin, a fact unknown to her all her life up until that point. The one who showed her this was a foolish young butler that she had met in an alleyway, then later met again at the royal selection, then yet again in Pristella. Through all those encounters, the face and name of the butler from that day were finally starting to come back to her. That boy was—'... Oh shit.'
Priscilla casually walked up to the boy sitting on the ground, who was vigorously wiping his mouth onto his forearm, and stopped before him. She looked down at his confused and angry face, and he looked at her scarily empty facial expression.
"What, did I not kiss your ass enough for your—Holy shit, I was kidding! Kidding!" Now her turn to grab onto his dress, Priscilla grabbed each side strap of Subaru's dress and lifted him to his feet, almost putting him onto his toes with how high she raised him. If she pulled on that part of his dress any further, his chest padding would surely spill out! It wasn't the end of the world, but it was always a pain to get these back in to look just right.
"Natsuki Subaru… the half-elf's knight…" Priscilla got out, sounding defeated when she said it, like she couldn't believe what she was saying.
"Wh—Hey, you finally remembered who I am! TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!"
"Well you didn't try hard enough! Next time just say you're the appa man!"
"I'm not 'the appa man', that's the guy I got the appas from in the first place! If anything, I'm 'the appa customer', or 'the appa guy'! 'The appa knight', even!"
"Shut up about the appas!" Priscilla drove her point home by shaking him back and forth for a few seconds, hoping that a little motion sickness would get him to stop talking. "This," she used one hand to motion the space between the two of them, "never happened. Understand?" She leaned her face in close to his again, this time with a more menacing look on her face. Their foreheads touched, but not in any way that could be perceived as romantic, Priscilla using this position to stare her serious intent into his eyes. He could ruin both her and Emilia's chances at the Royal Selection if this 'affair' reached public ears, so she wanted to be absolutely certain that he would keep his big mouth shut. "UNDERSTAND!?" She grabbed at his dress again and shook him again until he told her what she wanted to hear.
"Yeah, okay, I get it! I won't say a word! It's not like I was gonna go around bragging about this if you didn't say anything!"
"Oh no? You wouldn't use this as leverage to sabotage both of our camps into a joint catastrophe?"
"Wh—No, you psycho! Why? Would you?" Priscilla just leered at him through slit eyes, "Would you do that, Priscilla?"
"... I'm leaving. Don't follow me." Priscilla let go of his dress and let his body fall to her feet, pulled her fan out of her bosom to cover her blushing face, and began to move hurriedly toward the door. Subaru grabbed his wig off the floor and combed some of the style back into it using his fingers, watching Priscilla open the door out the corner of his eye.
"Bye!" Subaru called out to her as she left, which is probably what motivated her to slam the door shut much harder than she needed to, the sound echoing throughout the entire building.
She was gone. These past few minutes were some of the craziest he had spent in Vollachia so far, but now he was almost certain that there was no possible way she could ever forget him now. Hopefully she learned something about committing people to memory, while Subaru learned that sometimes it's best not to concern himself with what other people think of him.
With a heavy sigh, Subaru put his wig back into place and got up off the ground, dusting himself off as he waited for some time to pass. He didn't want anyone to see him and Priscilla leaving the same room too close together, so he fixed up his appearance as best he could without a mirror as time went by.
After a couple of minutes, he felt that it was safe enough to exit the room. Upon doing so, he immediately ran into someone who just happened to be passing by.
"Oh, there you are." said Rem, leaning on her walking stick. Her clothes were dripped with blood, evidence of all the injuries she had been healing over the past few hours. "What were you doing in there?"
"Uhhhhh…" Subaru struggled to come up with a lie, he never expected to have the need for a cover story so quickly.
"Nevermind, it doesn't matter. Look, can you just come with me? There's something I want to talk to you about, and I really think you need to hear it."
"Oh, y-yeah, okay!" Subaru's heart fluttered a bit, having high hopes for one of the first times in a while Rem had asked to talk with him alone. Whatever it was she wanted to talk about, it couldn't possibly be more stressful or anxiety-inducing than what he had just been through.
