Mahou Shoujo Kaleido Amethyst: Worries and Affections

{Author's Note: At times I will be plucking events or ideas from Fate's Gamble and twisting them. This is not meant to be plagiarism or criticism against Lupine Horror. This takes place around chapter 48 of Fate's Gamble.}

(Harry's Office, Hogwarts)

"Why are you pushing yourself so hard, Master?" Fran asked.

Harry sighed, relaxing in his transformed chair. Len was sitting on his lap with her arms around his chest. Fran and Liz sat on either side, joined in the group hug. Holly had her small arms around her partner's neck.

Harry had been working like a man possessed, jumping from one project to another with little rest. Irritated that his fixation on his work was cutting into their private time, his girls had forced him to sit and talk.

"If you keep this up, you're going to collapse eventually, Harry", Liz added. Len nodded her head in agreement.

"Just tell them, Harry. You'll feel better once you get it off your chest", Holly pitched in.

The center of their worries sighed again. "All right, I'll tell you. I'm worried about the Grail War."

Fran looked confused. "Why are you worried about the War? I thought you weren't interested in it beyond seeing one of the Servants. Did that change?"

"No, that hasn't changed. I'm not after the prize. What I'm really worried are the Servants themselves", Harry said.

"What do you mean by that, Harry?" Liz butted in.

"I'm worried how some of the Servants will react to my presence. As a Servant called for the Grail War, they'll know about the modern era. I'll stick out like a sore thumb to any of them. Demi-gods of any sort aren't supposed to exist these days. If a Servant senses me, it's likely he or she will investigate. I need to be prepared for something like that", Harry elaborated.

"…" Len frowned slightly, looking at her Master.

Harry craned his head back to face the ceiling. "These are legends made flesh we're dealing with, Len. Not only that, any magus worth their Command Seal will summon the most powerful Servant he or she can. I'm almost certain to be detected and attacked by a Servant at some point."

Fran's look turned worried. "Master, you aren't planning to fight a Servant head-on, are you? Liz and I defeat you every time we spar, and we aren't combat-experienced. You'll die if you try to take one on!"

Harry shook his head in denial. "I'd rather not try to fight an enemy Servant, either. My goal is to get strong enough that I can buy myself enough time to escape with the Kaleidoscope. That's my goal. I thought about posing as an unknown Servant to throw any enemies off. I decided against it, though. There's no way I'll willingly tangle with someone like King Arthur for any length of time. I'm better off watching the War from a distance, ready to bolt the moment someone looks my way."

He smiled softly. "I don't want to endanger any of you, either. If I stay out of harm's way, you will too. The heroes called by the Heaven's Feel are seeking the Grail. They wouldn't hesitate to cut you all down to get it. I want to see my sister, but I don't want to lose you girls doing it."

Fran and Liz sniffled quietly, moved by Harry's concern for them. They lunged into his arms. Harry was knocked onto his back, his girls piled on top of him. He squirmed, feeling their bodies rub against him.

Fran quietly whispered into his ear, "We love you too, Harry. Don't worry, we won't die."

Liz joined in, smiling perversely, "After all, you haven't shared your body with us yet. I refuse to die until I have you under me, crying out my name in ecstasy." Len and Fran nodded in agreement.

"Wha..?" Harry's voice failed him. He blushed hotly. Holly laughed quietly at his reaction.

Liz turned to look at the little spirit. "Don't worry Holly, we haven't forgotten you. I can't wait to show Amethyst just how attractive I find her."

Holly flushed at the flirtation.

Liz, satisfied, turned back to her Master. "You won't lose us, Harry. Your harem will always be here for you."

Harry tried to sputter out his customary denial of having a harem. "But I don't have a-mnph!" Len interrupted him with a demanding kiss. Harry stiffened in shock. Len released his mouth with an audible *pop*. Liz followed suite, pulling his face to hers. She forced Harry's mouth open, tangling their tongues together. A string of saliva connected their lips when Liz let him go. Fran joined in after Liz had finished. She gently pressed her lips to Harry's. She was less aggressive than the other two, but demanding in her own shy way.

Harry's jaw worked soundlessly. The sudden assault of affection had overwhelmed his mind.

Liz giggled at Harry's cute reaction. She whispered into his ear. "Don't worry, love. We'll just have to make you understand how much we love you."

Harry fainted.

(Next Day)

Harry stood facing Liz in their training room. The dragon girl had dragged him from his work to spar. Now he faced off with his Servant, Prismakreuz in hand. An energy blade hung from his staff's head, forming a mana scythe.

Liz stood impatiently. Her tail swayed behind her, showing her eagerness to fight. "You ready, Harry?"

She received a sigh in answer. "Why are you so hot to fight, Liz?" Harry asked.

The Lancer pouted petulantly. "You've been spending too much time working! I want to play!"

A smile tugged at his lips, hearing his Servant's childlike response. Still, she was right. He had been busy. Harry frowned at that thought. 'I should never be so busy that I don't have time for my family. Maybe I should cut back some of my projects. That stealth rune array is taking too much time to complete. Maybe I can simplify it?' Harry bit back a curse, dodging Liz as she rushed him.

"No time for daydreaming, Master!"

Sparks flew as the two fought. Harry focused his attention on the beautiful girl. His eyes were drawn to her lips as the spar continued. Harry's pulse quickened, watching her tongue dance across her shining lips. His attention wavered, remembering their soft feel against his own. Liz took advantage of Harry's distraction. He hit the floor with a painful thud. Liz sat down on his waist. Harry froze, feeling her weight resting on his hips.

Liz grinned at his reaction. She slowly ground her hips into Harry's. Her grin turned predatory, feeling him harden underneath her panty-covered cleft. Liz's clawed hands seized her partner's shoulders. She leaned over him, nose-to-nose with her prisoner.

"Liz? What are you doing!?" Harry's voice wavered as Liz rocked herself against his growing erection.

"To the victor go the spoils, Harry. I'm claiming my prize", Liz said softly, arousal clearly noticeable in her voice.

Harry was confused. "What do you mean by-?" Liz cut him off with a bruising kiss. Harry's eyes bulged under his blindfold, and his mouth opened in shock. His Servant took full advantage, thrusting her tongue between her Master's parted lips. Liz ground her hips harder as she explored Harry's mouth. Her prisoner groaned under the assault. She didn't pull away until she finally ran out of breath.

Harry gasped for air. His head swam with the need for breath, and need for the feel of Liz's lips. He croaked out, "Liz…What…was…that…about…?"

The dragon sat up, grinding her covered core against his hips still. She looked down at him. "Isn't it obvious, Harry? I was claiming my prize." Harry tried to talk, but she shushed him with a finger. "Don't talk, Harry. Just lay there and enjoy this."

Liz rubbed her hips back and forth, dragging her cloth-covered core across Harry's erect penis. They both began to pant as the stimulation built up. The dragon dipped her head back down, seizing her captive's lips once again. Their tongues tangled as Harry moaned into his Servant's mouth. Liz's hips rocked faster, and Harry's moan cut off with a gasp. The pair reached their peak together a minute later, Harry whimpering into Liz's mouth. Liz released his lips with a wet sound. Her head dipped to his neck. She latched onto the left side of his neck, and sucked hard. Liz pulled back a minute later, admiring the mark she left on Harry's skin.

The dragon sat back up, feeling her soaked panties rub against her captive's sticky pants. "I'll let you off with this for now. But one day, very soon, I will take you as my prize, my Harry." She ground her hips in a circle, making her meaning clear. "I will take you, and make you mine. I may have to share you, but part of you will belong to me."

Harry stood in the training room, flushed and spent. He cleaned himself off absently with a wave of Prismakreuz. 'I can't believe she did that! And was she being serious at the end?'

Holly snorted at him over their link. 'Yes, she was serious! God, just how dense are you!? Liz wants you. Fran and Len do too; they just haven't been as aggressive about it yet.'

'Yet? You mean they're going to jump me like that too!?' He sent back.

Holly giggled at his reaction. 'What's wrong? I know you liked it when Liz took charge like that.'

Harry's blush could be felt over the link. 'Can we drop this for now, please?'

Holly let up on the teasing. 'All right, I'll let it go for now. You had an idea you wanted to work on?'

'Yeah. Let's get started on it before I forget.'

Harry walked to his room, Holly meeting up with him. The pair sat at the computer. Prismakreuz was plugged in, and the pair started plotting the calculations needed.

"Master, may I sit with you a while?" The pair looked up. Fran shifted nervously in the doorway. Harry waved her in with a smile, transfiguring his chair into a loveseat. His Servant took that as an invitation. Fran curled up against Harry's side with a content sigh. He looked down at her with a soft smile, before returning to his work. Holly shot her a thumbs-up.

Fran sat there, nestled against her Master as he worked. Her curiosity was aroused an hour later by the spell matrix he was crafting. She was no expert, but the half-finished spell looked familiar. She hesitantly opened her mouth. "Master?"

Harry glanced down at Fran. "I've told you before, call me Harry."

Her face lit up with a blush. "Yes…Harry. I was wondering why this spell looked familiar."

Her Master's smile warmed her heart. "It should. Remember that concealment array I showed you the other day?"

She nodded. "That unfinished 10-foot-long array? I remember. Is this spell based on that? That part there looks like it does something with scent", Fran continued, pointing at the screen.

Harry wrapped an arm around Fran, pulling her tightly against him. The girl squeaked in surprise. "You're getting better at recognizing spell arrays! You're right, that part of the spell modifies my scent."

The chimera was confused. "But what are you doing with it? I thought you said the concealment array would block you from using magic. Unless…you're making a spell version instead?"

Harry beamed with pride. Fran had come a long way from the painfully shy girl he had summoned. "You're very close, actually. This spell will be a lesser version of the array. I've tentatively named it 'Hunter's Shroud'. It's a trade-off. The rune array will be able to conceal me perfectly. The cost is that my magic will be sealed while I wear it. I would have to pull the array bracelet off if I needed to cast a spell. I would be a sitting duck if someone fired a wide-area attack in my direction while wearing it. The Shroud sacrifices perfect camouflage for adaptability. I won't be able to get as close to someone as I would with the array, but I wouldn't have to waste time pulling the bracelet off if something goes wrong."

Fran's cute face scrunched up in thought. "So… the array would be better for sneaking into a place, and the spell would be better for watching a battle?"

Harry grinned happily, seeing that she understood. "That's right! I thought it up earlier today. It'll be safer for me to use this than the array during the War." Harry's smile softened, and he ran a hand through his Servant's red hair. "We all promised to get through the Heaven's Feel alive. I'll do everything I can to keep that promise."

Fran froze for a second at her Master's declaration. She nodded to herself in decision. The Servant swung her leg over Harry's lap, straddling him. She looked into his eyes through his glasses. Her hair had been swept aside, revealing her own gold and silver eyes. Harry was swept away by the emotions swimming through his Servant's orbs. Their faces drifted together, pulled by their locked gazes. The pair met in a gentle kiss. Fran's eyes fluttered closed, and her arms wrapped around Harry's neck. They lost themselves in the soft feel of each other's lips.

Fran reluctantly pulled away a minute later. Her eyes opened again, meeting Harry's shocked gaze. She squeaked adorably, and jumped away. Fran stammered out apologies for a few seconds with a flushed face, before running out of the room.

Harry sat, frozen, unable to think. Crimson crept across his face as he came to. His face dropped into his open hands. Harry groaned, confused and aroused. Holly snickered at his reaction. 'Honestly, Harry, you're such a teenager!'

(Harry's Bedroom, Nighttime)

Harry sat on his bed, deep in thought. His hormones were going crazy lately, and so were his partners. 'Just what in the Hell is going on here?'

Holly looked over from her miniature bed. 'I told you, blockhead! Those girls love you.'

Her partner sighed. 'I think I'm starting to believe you. Still, how am I supposed to go about this?'

'For once, Hermione gave you the right answer: a harem.'

Harry straightened in shock. 'Are you serious!?'

Holly nodded. 'I'm completely serious. They love you. They don't squabble over you or try to compete with each other. They didn't mind our combined form, either. I think they'd all agree to it. Think about it for a few days.'

Harry reluctantly nodded. 'I'll think about it.'

Len padded into the room. She looked at Harry for a minute. Her attention was drawn to his long hair. The succubus walked over to Harry's dresser, and picked up a hair brush. Len settled behind Harry, and began to brush out his black and purple hair. A soft purr was heard from her as she groomed her master.

"Len?" Harry quietly asked.

"…" Len continued to brush his hair quietly.

"…never mind."

Harry sat, enjoying Len's soft hands combing through his hair. The succubus stopped her work half an hour later. Harry was half-asleep, relaxed from Len's attentions. He lay down and stretched out. Len crawled over him, looking down at his content expression. She pressed her lips to his for a moment, before curling up under his right arm.

(Early Morning)

A scythe cut through the early morning air. Amethyst whirled the weapon around, slashing this way and that. She danced across the room, striking at imaginary opponents. Her dress snapped and fluttered around her as the neo-girl got used to using her body in combat. Amethyst stopped in place, focusing on the Kaleidoscope. She began to teleport around the room. The neo-girl stopped where she had started, frowning.

"It's still not fast enough. I can't call on the Second fast enough to be viable in a fight." Amethyst's delicate hand clenched. "I need to train more, instead of teaching. Maybe I should start refusing to do tutoring after class."

"Not a bad idea, Mistress."

Amethyst whirled around in shock. Liz stood in the doorway, smirking. The neo-girl frowned lightly. "Are you alright, Liz? It's still rather early."

The Servant gave her a shrug in answer. "I just couldn't sleep. Getting in some early practice?"

The neo-girl nodded in affirmation. "I need to get used to fighting like this. I don't want to get killed because my boobs threw off my balance."

Liz's lips curled into a grin. "Fancy a sparring partner, then? Of course, when I win, I'll be taking my prize."

Amethyst flushed, remembering the 'prize' her Servant referred to. "Are you serious?" She received a nod in return.

The pair took up their respective stances, and then launched into combat. Differences were immediately noticeable. Amethyst was taller and had longer arms than Harry. Her center of gravity had changed as well. Still, she was facing a Servant. Sparks flew as their weapons met. Amethyst finally slipped up, and was disarmed. Her opponent knocked her onto her back.

Liz looked down at her fallen Mistress, staring into her purple eyes. The dragon's face was flushed with adrenaline and arousal. She straddled Amethyst and sat down on her stomach. Liz's clawed hands clamped down on the neo-girl's shoulders. Amethyst blushed, finally realizing Liz was serious about her 'prize'. The dragon leaned in and claimed her lips.

"Mmmm…" Liz moaned into her captive's mouth. Amethyst's lips were softer and fuller than Harry's, and slightly different tasting. 'I can't decide which flavor I like better: Harry or Amethyst', she thought. Her tongue slipped into the neo-girl's mouth. She wrestled her captive's tongue into submission. Amethyst whimpered in her throat. The sound sent Liz's arousal soaring even higher. Amethyst's submission set off her draconic instincts. Her hands released the neo-girl's shoulders to roam the front of her body. Liz toyed with her 'prize' eagerly.

She pulled back from Amethyst's mouth reluctantly, needing air. The neo-girl's tongue followed her retreat. Seeing this, Liz plunged right back in, dominating her Mistress's mouth. Her claws fished Amethyst's breasts out of her dress. She massaged the exposed flesh, pinching her prey's erect nipples. Amethyst's body trembled and fell limp. A loud gasp tore itself from her throat.

Liz slowly sat upright on the trembling neo-girl's body. A smug smile stretched across her face. She idly toyed with Amethyst's large bosom as the girl recovered. Her Mistress's eyes finally refocused a few minutes later.

"Huff…huff… I can't… believe… you did that…" Amethyst panted.

Liz dipped her head down and seized an exposed nipple in her mouth. Amethyst moaned as Liz sucked her teat. The dragon released her toy a second later. "I told you I'd take my prize. I don't care what body you're wearing; you are mine. I don't really mind sharing you with Fran and Len, but there's no way I'm going to let you brush me off as just 'family', like you try to do with Altrouge and your sisters. We will make you see us as your lovers."

Amethyst stared into Liz's eyes, transfixed. She nodded absently in understanding. The dragon, satisfied she got her point across, stood up, and strutted out. Amethyst's eyes followed her Servant's swaying hips as she left.

The neo-girl's head dropped against the floor. She laid there, breasts hanging out, lost in thought. In her mind, Holly had only one thing to say to Harry: 'I told you so!'

{Our trio realized that Harry is trying to view them as 'family only', and want nothing of it. Harry and Amethyst are in for one wild ride. Puberty is a bitch when you change genders and have three girls after your ass.}