This is the final batch post, I'll probably ever do. They were a fun concept, but writing short, is not much less work, and a lot less fun. Longish prompts only from here on out! Publishing these prompts that otherwise would have gone unused, because I was just going to skip uploading this week, to get back ahead. All of them were finished like a month ago, and I don't think any of them are particularly good but...

If you want actual good smut, go read my Shirou/Lion King (Artoria Lancer/Saber) fic "Inhumanly Human" that I published a few days ago. I think it's the best "prompt response" I've ever written.

Prompt: Penthesilea was a warrior. That was a fact of life. But now, she was summoned by Shirou Emiya, and his servant, a Berserker. And something about Shirou Emiya was different. When he complimented her, it didn't feel patronizing like Achilles. It felt good and made her stomach flutter. For the first time in her life, the Amazon Queen found herself desiring to be seen as a woman, But she was a Berserker, not exactly sane, and very inexperienced with men, so she decided that the best way to be seen as a woman, was to strip naked as Shirou ate dinner and throw herself at him.

Tags: Penthesilea/Shirou Emiya

"I don't know what you're expecting, Shirou," Penthesilea said, her silver hair fluttering as she unsheathed her sword with a metallic ring. "But I'm here, and I'm ready to fight."

Shirou Emiya looked at her, his amber eyes wide with surprise. "Berserker, I didn't summon you for a battle this time. I need your help with something else," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the sudden rush of adrenaline.

The Amazon Queen's gaze narrowed. "What could you possibly need from me that doesn't involve fighting?"

Shirou took a deep breath, steeling himself for the awkwardness to come. "I need a... companion. Someone to share a meal with, to enjoy my cooking. You're not just my servant, we need to trust each other. Be friends. I want to get to know you, Berserker."

The tension in the room was palpable as Penthesilea considered his words. She had always seen herself as a warrior first and foremost, not someone to share in the simple human act of a meal. But there was something about the way Shirou looked at her and the strength he had shown in fighting by her side against being far beyond him, that made her want to try. She nodded slowly, sheathing her sword. "Very well. I shall be your dinner companion."

Shirou moved confidently around the room, kitchen vegetables and stirring pots with an ease that spoke of his advanced culinary experience. Penthesilea watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his body, the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he worked. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach, one she had never experienced before. It was... pleasant.

As the meal progressed, Shirou's gentle demeanor and earnest conversation caused the warmth bubbling in Penthesilea to grow. She found herself laughing at what he said, and responding to his questions. It was meaningless conversation, and so very unlike her, but it was oddly fulfilling. He talked about his life, his dream to save people, and his belief that he could save everyone with such passion that she couldn't help but be drawn in. When he glanced at her, she felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she had never associated with a man. But it was when he complimented her, not as a warrior, or as a woman, but as just a regular person, that she knew her Master was different..

Her body responded in a way she didn't quite understand. Her cheeks flushed and her breath grew shallow. She had never felt this way before, it was different than with who called her a woman against her will. The desire to be seen as a woman by Shirou was overwhelming. She had always hated the thought of being viewed as one, not just a warrior before… but now…

Her decision made, Penthesilea waited until Shirou was fully engaged in the meal he had prepared. He had just taken a bite of the udon when she stood up. With a swift movement, she removed her armor, revealing her naked body. She stepped closer to him, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. "This is how a woman looks," she murmured, her voice lacking confidence. "I am a woman."

Shirou's eyes widened, and he choked on a mouthful of food. He had never seen Penthesilea in such a vulnerable state, and the sight of her bare skin was like a bolt of lightning through his system. He coughed, trying to clear his throat, his face reddening. "Penthesilea, what are you-"

But she didn't give him a chance to finish. She leapt across the table and straddled him, pressing her body against his, and kissed him hard enough that he saw stars. Her hands roamed his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. It was a kiss filled with hunger and desperation, a kiss that said she needed him to see her as something other than a warrior.

Shirou was surprised at first, his mind racing to process what was happening. But as he tasted her, felt her body against his, something primal stirred within him. He trusted her servant, and had never doubted her beauty, even if he learned early on not to comment on it. But now… she was offering herself to him in a way he had never dreamt of. He kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist, then sliding up to cup her firm, muscular breasts. Penthesilea moaned into his mouth, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine.

Their kiss grew more heated, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time. Shirou's hands traveled down her back, exploring the contours of her muscular form. He was gentle, almost reverent, as if he knew that she was offering him something precious. And she was. For the first time in her life, Penthesilea wanted to be seen not just as a warrior queen, but as a woman. A woman who desired love, who desired to be desired. By just one man. Him.

Penthesilea broke the kiss, panting. "I want you," she said, her voice raw with need. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to learn what it means to be a woman."

Shirou's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was passion and longing. He nodded, his own need mirroring hers. "Then let me show you," he whispered, standing and carrying her to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single candle on the nightstand. He laid her on the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her body was a testament to strength and beauty, a harmonious blend of power and grace. He removed his own clothes, his heart hammering in his chest. He had never been with anyone before, and the thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying. The fact that it was his loyal servant, his most trusted ally in battle. The all powerful warrior, Berserker, just made it all the more exciting.

As he positioned himself above her, Penthesilea reached for him, her hands wrapping around his length. Her touch was surprisingly soft, her eyes filled with a vulnerability that belied her fierce exterior. Shirou took a deep breath, then entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip, her body tensing as she felt herself stretched around his length- the first to ever enter her.

Their union was rough, a battle of wills and desire. Penthesilea's nails dug into his back as she pulled him closer, urging him deeper. "Harder!" She demanded. Shirou obliged. He could feel her muscles clench around him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she met him thrust for thrust. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, the scent of their passion thick in the air.

He watched her face as he moved, looking for any sign that she was in pain, but all he saw was pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her teeth bared in a silent snarl as she took everything he had to give. Her small breast shook with each impact, the firm mounds fit perfectly on her muscular frame. He reached down to grab her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her with an intensity that matched the beating of his heart.

Her skin was slick with sweat, her muscles tight and defined as she arched her back, offering herself to him. He could feel her nails digging deeper, feel the warmth of her body against his, the heat of her desire. He leaned down to kiss her neck, biting gently as he moved faster. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans becoming more frequent, but she didn't come. Instead, she pushed him harder, her hips rising to meet his every thrust.

Their rhythm grew erratic, driven by the hunger that consumed them. Shirou could feel the tightness of her, the way her body was desperately trying to hold on to him. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way she tensed around him, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted to explore every inch of her, to learn every curve and line of her body.

"Call me by my name!" Penthesilea moaned. Shirou's cock bumped against her g-spot and she shook with pleasure. Her voice was strained, her breathing uneven.

Shirou took a moment to savor the feeling of her warm, tight pussy wrapped around him. Her muscles spasmed around his length, and he groaned, his hips grinding into her. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Berserker."

She shook her head violently. "No! Call me by my True Name!"

Shirou didn't stop thrusting. "You haven't told me that yet."

Penthesilea flushed. "It's Penthesilea. Q-Queen of the Amazons! Call me Penthesilea!" She moaned in time with his thrusts, her words almost lost in the symphony of their passionate encounter.

Shirou nodded, his teeth clenched with the effort of restraint. "Penthesilea," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need. He began to pump into her with a ferocity that reflected the fierce warrior she was. Each thrust was a declaration of his own strength, a meeting of their wills as he claimed her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. "Penthesilea!" He groaned again. Her name was like an anthem, a declaration of belonging.

Their bodies moved in a symphony of lust, a dance of power and desire. Penthesilea's muscles quivered as she took him in, her inner walls tightening and releasing around his length in a silent plea for more. He watched her, her face a canvas of ecstasy and concentration, her eyes tightly shut. The sight of her, so powerful yet so open to him, was intoxicating.

He leaned down, capturing one of her firm nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before suckling hard. She gasped, her back arching off the bed. He switched to the other, giving it the same treatment, feeling her body respond to his every touch. Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as she whispered his name.

Their movements grew more frantic, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Shirou's hips slammed into hers, each impact sending shockwaves through her body. Yet, she didn't come. Instead, she bucked against him, her legs tightening around him as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

"More," she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and demand. "Harder, Shirou!"

He obliged, his own need growing with each passing moment. His strokes became more erratic, his breathing more ragged. He could feel the tension coiling in his belly, the beginnings of his climax, but he pushed it back. He wanted to savor this, to explore every inch of her, to make her scream his name in pleasure.

Penthesilea's nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He grunted but didn't stop, his hips moving faster, harder. Her pussy was slick and tight, the warmth of her enveloping him, the friction driving him wild. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit. He began to rub it in tight circles, feeling her body quiver with each pass.

Her eyes flew open, and she met his gaze, her pupils dilated with lust. "Yes," she hissed. "Right there."

He watched as she fell apart, her body shuddering around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed his name. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, and it sent him spiraling over the edge.

With a roar, Shirou emptied himself into her, filling her with his essence. Her body milked him, her contractions sending aftershocks through his own. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, bodies entwined.

Their breathing slowed, their bodies cooling. Shirou reached out, his hand finding hers. He intertwined their fingers, holding her tightly. This was new for both of them, a connection beyond the battlefield, a bond that transcended their roles as master and servant.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. For a moment, there was silence, and then Penthesilea began to laugh, a low, rich sound that filled the room. "I never knew it could feel like this," she murmured, her eyes still closed. "I like being a woman." She leaned over and kissed him. "Your woman."

Prompt: During the Summer Adventure Event, Anne and Mary managed to successfully steal away Ritsuka from his group, and decide to enjoy their new "plunder" to the fullest. The Master in question, despite the awkwardness, ends up enjoying this new pleasure.

Tags: Mary Read/Anne Bonny/Ritsuka Fujimaru, reverse spitroast, dubious consent

Mary Read watched carefully, as the Chaldea group made their way through the woods. Mandricardo's sword hacked at the dense foliage in their way, Blackbeard whistling as he trailing behind the Rider. Right beside them was Mash, the loyal shielder relaxed in her swimsuit, and enjoying the sights of the forest.

And trailing a few paces behind the three was Ritsuka Fujimaru, the charismatic leader of this peculiar band of heroes. And the beloved Master of Mary Read and Anne Bonny. The ultimate treasure.

Mary Read's eyes lit up with mischief as she saw her chance. She swiftly approached the oblivious Ritsuka, her hand shooting out like a serpent's strike to cover his mouth. Before he could even react, she had dragged him into the dense foliage, the sound of their rustling blending seamlessly with the natural symphony of the forest. Mash and the others never expected that their Master had just been taken.

"Hi Master! Fancy seeing you here!" Mary Read greeted, releasing his mouth, once the Chaldean group was out of earshot.

Ritsuka stared at her blankly.

Anne Bonny giggled. "We saw you guys were up to something, so we decided to tail you... in secret!" She grabbed Ritsuka's shoulders with a grin. "But then we saw how cute you were and couldn't resist claiming a different treasure first!"

Ritsuka's eyes widened slightly as he took in the situation. "What are-"

Mary cut him off with a stern look. "You're our treasure now, Master!" She whispered, her voice thick with desire. "And we wouldn't be proper pirates if we didn't plunder you!"

With surprising speed and strength, Anne and Mary stripped Ritsuka of his Hawaiian shirt, tossing it aside like a piece of discarded treasure map. His bare chest was exposed to the cool forest air, his abs rippling like the waves of the sea. He tried to protest, but his words were lost in the fabric as they were muffled by his own shirt that had been shoved over his mouth. The girls giggled, their excitement palpable as they eyed their prize.

Mary took the lead, her nimble fingers yanking down his swim trunks, revealing his substantial treasure. Anne's eyes gleamed with desire as she took in the sight of his manhood, standing tall and proud. Ritsuka's protests were muffled by his shirt, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he tried to struggle free. But the pirate duo were too quick for him, and they had no intention of letting their precious loot slip away.

With the same decisive swiftness, they untied their own bikinis, letting the fabric fall to the forest floor like forgotten jewels. Anne's large breasts bounced free, the sunlight playing across her pale, unblemished skin. The sight of her naked body made Ritsuka's heart race, his confusion morphing into something else entirely. He felt himself getting hard, despite his efforts to resist.

Mary stepped closer, her own bikini top joining the discarded pile. She placed a gentle hand on Ritsuka's chest, her touch surprisingly soft despite her fiery spirit. "Don't worry, Master," she murmured. "This is just what Pirates do, you'll learn to love it."

Anne stepped up behind him, her large hands wrapping around his waist as she whispered, "We won't let you go until we've had our fill, Master. And even then we'll keep you forever." The warmth of her breath sent shivers down his spine, and he felt her body press against his, her curves aligning with his firm contours. Ritsuka's eyes grew wide as Anne leaned in, her voluptuous chest pushing into his back, and her hands began to wander lower, cupping his growing arousal.

Mary's delicate hand traced a line from his collarbone to his abs, her nails lightly digging into his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her eyes were focused and intense, her gaze never leaving his as she began to stroke his length, her movements deliberate and teasing. "You're so... rich," she said, a hint of amazement in her voice. "The finest treasure we've ever stolen."

Their combined touches were overwhelming, and Ritsuka's body responded despite his confusion. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his breath coming in short gasps as they explored his body without mercy. Anne's hands slid around to his chest, her fingers teasing his nipples into hardened peaks, while Mary's grip tightened around his shaft, her strokes growing more confident and demanding. He... this was fun... all just part of the summer fun...

Their laughter filled the clearing as they pushed him down onto a soft patch of moss. The ground was cool against his bare skin, sending a thrill through him that was part shock, part arousal. Ritsuka's eyes darted between the two pirates, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. He had never been in a situation like this before, but the excitement was undeniable.

Anne was the first to claim her prize. Straddling him with the grace of a seasoned pirate piloting her ship, she leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that left him breathless. He could taste the salt on her lips, a hint of the sea that seemed to fuel her passion. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he felt her warmth as she began to grind her hips against his growing erection.

Mary, not to be outdone, took a more... direct approach. She hopped onto his face, her petite body hovering above him. She spread her legs, her soft pink folds glistening with anticipation. Ritsuka's eyes widened, but before he could react, her hand gripped his hair and pulled his head into her, silencing any protest. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of the salty ocean air and something uniquely feminine. His mouth was filled with her, and his tongue instinctively sought out her clit, which was already swollen with desire.

Mary's moans grew louder as he tentatively explored her with his tongue, his inexperience in this area not lost on her. She guided him, her hands tightening in his hair as she began to rock back and forth, her movements growing more urgent. The sound of her pleasure filled the small clearing, mixing with the natural sounds of the forest to create a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very air.

As Ritsuka pleasured Mary, Anne took the chance to lower herself onto his cock, her eyes gleaming with desire. He felt her warm, wet heat envelop him, and he couldn't help but groan into Mary's folds. She began to ride him with the rhythm of the ocean waves, her large breasts bouncing with each movement. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that dared him to break away.

Mary watched intently as Anne's hips moved in a sensual dance, her own pleasure building as she felt the Master's tongue dance around her clit. The sight of Anne in control was incredibly arousing, and she tightened her grip on his hair, her body rocking against his face.

Anne's movements grew more urgent, her hips rising and falling with a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of the sea. Ritsuka's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding to her in a way that surprised even him. He had never felt so alive, so... claimed. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she approached her peak. The pressure building within her was palpable, a storm brewing in her eyes.

Mary's grip on his hair tightened, her hips moving faster against his face as she approached her own climax. Her legs quivered, and her moans grew louder. He could feel the warmth of her sex, the wetness of her desire coating his face as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Ritsuka's mind raced with the sensations, his tongue moving almost of its own accord as he lapped at her clit, feeling her tense and release with each stroke.

Their breaths mingled as Anne's body began to convulse, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back as she rode him through the storm of pleasure. Her cries echoed through the clearing, blending with the sounds of the forest and Mary's own moans of ecstasy. Ritsuka felt her pussy clench around his cock, her muscles pulsing as she came, and it was all he could do to keep from following her over the edge.

Mary's body tensed, her muscles tightening as she reached her climax. Her juices flooded his mouth, and he swallowed greedily, the taste of her juices on his face was incredible- sweet and of something more. She leaned back, panting, her eyes closed in bliss as Anne's movements also grew more erratic, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure.

The two pirates moved their hips, their bodies moving in harmony as they brought themselves to new heights of ecstasy. Each thrust of Anne's hips brought a fresh wave of pleasure to Ritsuka, while each flick of his tongue sent a jolt through Mary's body. They were a well-oiled machine, each movement calculated to bring the others closer to their peak.

Ritsuka groaned in pleasure, a pleasure that seemed to fill his entire being. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the warmth spread through him, his cock pulsing within Anne's grasp. He came with a roar that was sure to be heard by Chaldea, his seed spurting into her in thick, powerful jets. The feeling was indescribable, a release that seemed to shake the very earth beneath them.

As he came down from his high, Ritsuka felt their bodies collapse onto the mossy ground, their limbs tangled together. They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, the only sounds their heavy breaths and the distant call of a seagull. He felt... content. This was a new experience for him, but one that he could easily get used to. It was fun.

Ritsuka rolled over and pressed his lips to Mary's. His body still humming with desire, his cock remained at full mast, ready for more adventure. He felt her body respond to his kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as she eagerly pulled him closer. Her own excitement was palpable, her warm breath mingling with his as their tongues danced together.

Anne reached down, her hand guiding Ritsuka's thick member to the entrance of Mary's waiting pussy. He hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, but the hunger in Mary's gaze was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed into her, her warmth and wetness enveloping him completely. Her walls clung to him, tight and eager, as if they had been made to hold him captive. Mary let out a moan.

That was the scene Mash saw when she found her missing Master.

Prompt: Atalanta; Brave, bold, virginal, the proud hunter of Artemis. Or at least she was. Before Master changed her. Piece by piece, command seal by command seal he molded her mind like clay. Turning her into his pet. Words are for people, cats meow. Don't be silly, cats don't wear clothes. You need to wear this collar so everyone knows who you belong to. Atalanta, the pet kitty of her Master.

Tags: Atalanta/Chaldean Master, brainwashing/command seal abuse, dehumanizing, very dark, almost no sex

"Words are for people. Kittens meow." Her Master commanded. The red command seal on the back of his hand glowed and then disappeared, leaving him with just one. He didn't move from the desk he had been sitting at. "You can go now, kitten." He waved his hand in dismissal.

"Master, what are you doing?" Atalanta demanded. Or at least… she tried to. All that came out was a soft "Meow." Her hands clawed at her throat in a panic. Why was she unable to speak?

"Meow." Master, what did you do to me.

"Meow." Master, undo it now!

"Meow!" Master, please! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!

Her Master looked up from his paperwork. "You can go now, I have no need of a cat right now."

Atalanta growled in frustration. What had come over her master! Surely, this was just temporary. It would wear off soon and her Master would make amends for his obvious mistake. "Meow." Her greeting was once again warped into that disgusting humiliating sound.

Atalanta refused to believe this was who her master was. She had just been summoned yesterday, but she had met him in Okeanos and found him honorable. She had been happy to be summoned by him. He was fighting to save humanity. He had to be a good person, even if he was also a man. She would accept nothing less. One of those disgusting men, like Gilles de Rais must be influencing her Master's mind, to make him do this.

Atalanta had eaten lunch with Marie Antoinette and Saint Martha. Two great and honorable women of strength. They had both had nothing but kind words to say about their mutual Master. He was kind and strong, a real leader. He treated all of his servants with respect, and made efforts to understand all of them. He was not combative, but accepting. He let his servants be who they were, and never tried to change any of them.

"Meow." Why her? Her hand slapped over her mouth as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What made her different from the others? Why did her Master treat her with so little respect? Why did he call her a kitten? It had to be a mistake. It was the only possible explanation.

Atalanta had spent the entirety of that evening and the next day holed up in her quarters, unwilling to see anyone, to risk speaking, and having that humiliating sound escape her lips. Her pride would not allow it. So she skipped dinner. And breakfast the next day. And lunch. A knock finally sounded on her door, and Atalanta shuddered.

It was the friendly face of Francis Drake. She had a smirk as she pushed the door open. "Master, would like you to visit him. Said he needs to speak with you urgently, not sure what it's about, but he looked nervous."

Atalanta bit her lip to stop her reflexive acknowledgment and nodded firmly.

Drake scoffed. "Not going to say anything?"

Atalanta didn't move.

"Fine," She turned around and tossed her hair over her back. "Not like I care anyways. Don't keep him waiting." She left the door open behind her.

Atalanta didn't hesitate, running through the halls with vigor. Master had obviously realized that whatever happened was an aberration, a mistake, and was going to plead for her forgiveness. He was going to explain why he had acted so wrongly, and make amends. That was the only possible conclusion. Atalanta was certain that he was the good man that all of his servants claimed.

"Meow!" She greeted as she burst through the door. Master, I trust that you have seen your error."

"Kitten," Atalanta's grin died. His tone was as warm and soft as usual, not like the coldness of yesterday. But Atalanta still recognized that something was wrong. He would not use that title for the great huntress, Atalanta, if he was truly back to his kind and gentle self.

''Why are you wearing clothes?" He wagged his finger at her, scolding her like she was a small child. The brand on his hand growed, the same stroke that he had used yesterday, having already regenerated. "Kittens do not wear clothes. Those are for humans."

Her dress- given to her by her goddess, Artemis vanished into the air. Her gauntlets glowed as did her boots before the steel also disintegrated into ambient mana. Atalanta's eyes widened in horror. She was naked. She had never felt so exposed in her life, not even when defeated in battle. She looked around, desperate for something to cover herself with. "Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!" She shrieked.

Her eyes fell upon her bow, which remained in her grasp. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, a gift from her goddess herself. The string hummed with power, and the arrows looked sharp enough to cut through the air. But as she reached back to nock one, she felt a strange pull. A force she had never encountered before. It was her contract. The Chaldea system forbade its servants from lifting a finger against their Master- it was only possible to resist when empowered by a Holy Grail.

The bow grew heavy in her hands. She tried to pull it back, but her arms refused to cooperate. Her eyes filled with tears, and she mewed pathetically. Her Master looked at her with a smirk, that icy coldness in his eyes that she had seen the day before. "Put your bow away, kitten. You're not a warrior, but a pet."

Atalanta had never felt more rage, she wanted nothing more than to tear her master apart, limb from limb. He was the most disgusting of men, in a world of despicable men. Marie, Martha, Boudica, Jeanne, Drake, all of them must be liars. This man was no different, no better, he was worse in every way. He clearly hated women.

At the same time, Atalanta did obey his command and put her bow away. There was no point in trying to shoot him when she could not. Her arm wrapped around her chest to cover her breasts, while her other hand tried to shield her nether regions. Her tail coiled in front of her. She felt like a hunted animal, her dignity stripped away. She turned away from him, thoroughly ashamed of her nakedness.

"You can go now pet," the disgusting man waved his hand. "I don't have the time to play with you right now."

Atalanta didn't try to protest this time, she bolted from the room. She needed to get somewhere else. To cover herself. She bolted through the halls of Chaldea, stark naked. She felt a rush of embarrassment as one staff member stared at her with wide-eyes as she bolted past him. Somehow, against all odds, she made it back to her quarters without confronting anyone. She crawled under the covers of her bed, and hid under the blanket. She did not move the rest of the day. Or the next. Until her Master called for her again.

Atalanta wanted nothing less than to go to him, but more than that, she didn't want him to send someone for her, to drag her there. She would not let anyone else see her nakedness, or hear her unintelligible cat noises. She had obviously considered telling someone of how her Master was behaving, asking for help. Except… she couldn't. Atalanta could no longer speak. And she was a huntress, not a noble, she had never learned how to read or write. How was she supposed to tell anyone about her circumstances? Was she supposed to approach Jeanne d'Arc while naked? Would she meow at the Holy Maiden and hope that she got the message? How was the proud huntress Atalanta supposed to make herself do that? So she ran to her Master's room, despite her apprehension, careful to avoid the gaze of anyone else in the halls. She would not let them see her shame.

"Meow." She greeted her Master coldly.

"Kitten," his smile was cruel, his eyes hard. "Why are you standing on two legs? Cats crawl around on all fours." The same stupid second command spell glowed once again and Atalanta fell to her knees. An invisible steel hand pushed down on her spine, forcing her to bend forwards, falling onto her palms. Her naked breasts hung down tantalizingly before the Master's eyes. He smirked at her.

"Meow!" She shrieked in rage. She wanted to tear out his spine. She was going to murder him. She didn't know how, but she swore that she would. This man was not worthy to even be considered something as low as a man.

"You're dismissed."

Atalanta, slowly and awkwardly crawled back to her room. She tried to hide from people again, but this time, she was less successful. "Another one?" A gruff voice called out.

Boots clacked on the tile as he closed the distance between them. "Aren't you a kinky one?" The familiar form of Blackbeard knelt beside her. "Hello little kitty!" He groped her hanging breast.

"Meow!" Atalanta groaned.

She tried to rise to her feet, to pull her bow, and cut down this man, second in evil only to her Master, but she couldn't. The command spell forced her to remain on her hands and knees forever. She instead opted to hiss at him.

Blackbeard chuckled. "You really are a slutty kitten, aren't you? What do you say? We go to my room and have some fun?"

Atalanta hissed. She might not be able to stand, but she still was not so timid as to let this pirate use her. She lashed out with one arm, and scratched at Blackbeard's legs. Her sharpened fingers clawed through his flesh and Blackbeard cried out in pain.

He leapt back from her, in a panic. "Fucking bitch," he muttered as he walked away. Something wet hit her behind. Had he just spat on her? She would kill him. She would not tolerate such disrespect. She was going to tear his throat out. But, Atalanta did nothing. The kitten that she had become could not hope to combat a servant from her knees.

"Pets wear collars. Wear this so that everyone can know who your owner is." The command spell glowed as it enforced the command of her Master.

"Meow," Atalanta sighed in relief. She hated herself for it. She had been terrified of what new humiliation he would inflict on her, but relatively this wasn't that bad? Why was she not humiliated by this anymore? It was degrading. He was declaring that Atalanta was nothing but his property. That she was a pet who belonged to him.

And Atalanta didn't feel disgust, she felt relief. That somehow felt worse than all of his more humiliating commands combined.

"Come eat dinner with me," Her master had called her during the meal, and Atalanta could not have been more grateful. During dinner, there was no one roaming the halls, no chance of anyone seeing her humiliation. She did not trust that the bastard did not have some new twisted command or trick for her, but she still felt grateful that he had been so considerate. She hated that feeling.

Her mouth watered as she took out the feast sitting on the table. An extravagant pasta that smelled glorious, and a rich steak that looked even better. It was a feast for just the two of them. Servants might not have needed to eat, but that didn't mean that she hadn't missed the taste. And it did help give them energy.

She stopped awkwardly in front of the chair that the Master had pulled out for her. How was she supposed to sit in it without getting up from her knees? It was a challenge, her hands braced on the edge as her haunches tried to pull themselves up. Despite her Master's insistence, she was not a cat, and was not able to leap the same way they did. She eventually situated herself in the chair after much effort, sitting in an awkward squat with her hands placed palm down on the table.

Her master chuckled. "What are you doing, kitten? This is human food." Atalanta's heart sunk, fearing what would come next. "You are a kitten, you only eat cat food with milk and you eat it all." The command spell glowed, that stupid regenerating stroke used once again. Honestly, what was he going to do if Chaldea needed him in the field while he was wasting these command spells? One was not enough in an emergency.

Atalanta's head slowly spun to her left, her eyes locking into a pair of bowls over by the wall. She jumped down to the floor, against her actual desires, and crawled towards the bowls. There was a pile of crumbs surrounding the half-full bowl of dry cat food. Next to it was a bowl of white cream, it looked like the milk had spoiled. The stench of it made her nose wrinkle. "Meow" she tried to plead for mercy, but it sounded the same as every other sound she could make.

Her face against her will lowered itself into the bowl of food. Her tongue picked up a piece of cat food and shoved it between her teeth. It was dry and coarse. It tasted awful and made her gag. She tried to wash it down with the milk. It was salty and clumpy, it tasted just as bad as the food- worse even.

"You will finish it all," her Master warned.

For the last week, her Master had not progressed things any further. He called her to his room, every day for both breakfast and dinner. She did not get lunch. Nobody fed pets more than twice a day. As a result, Atalanta was not doing well. She had done nothing, but curl up in her bed all day for over a week. The cat food still tasted terrible, and the milk- if it had actually been that tasted worse still.

But in spite of herself, Atalanta had grown resigned to her new life. She no longer expected to be freed by her Master. He was an evil man. The most vile of a vile species. Men. They all deserved to die. Yet, when the time for dinner came, she did not wait for a summons to go look for her Master, this time. She followed her well practiced route through the hallway, avoiding any route where she might encounter someone else, even if it meant it took longer to get there.

She arrived at the door, and was stunned to find it closed… Master had always left it cracked for her, she just had to pry it open to enter. Atalanta strained herself, reaching for the doorknob, but it was just out of reach, for as long as Atalanta remained on her knees.

Atalanta rested back on her haunches, staring at the door knob that was just out of reach. How was she supposed to get in? Was she supposed to go back to her room without eating dinner? The sounds of footsteps sounded in the hall, boots clacking against the floor… Someone was coming…

She frantically, moving solely on instinct, began to scratch at the door. She couldn't let anyone see her like this… The door slid open and Atalanta barreled past her Master to get inside before the footsteps reached her.

"Well someone's eager today," her Master said in greeting. "Finally behaving like a proper kitty without my prompting. But inappropriate!" Without any warning, his hand came down hard on her ass. Atalanta recoiled at the blow and whimpered in pain, but otherwise made no move to fight back.

"Cats are not supposed to claw on the door of their owners. You scratch the scratching post and nothing else!" He didn't bother to use a command spell this time, just gestured at the rope covered pole that was next to her food dish.

Atalanta slowly, and gingerly crawled over to the post, she gently raked her claws against the post, much to her shame. She knew what her master wanted, and could only hope that her obedience would avoid his wasting of a command spell to force her to permanently be that way. She continued to scrape her claws against the post, the claws tugging on the ropes and snagging on each swipe. She did not stop, knowing what her master sought from her well enough by now, to even apply it to a new task.

"Good kitty," her Master complimented her. "For that, you will get a special treat after dinner."

Atalanta shuddered in fear at the idea of what her master might consider a treat, but lowered her face to the bowl regardless. She knew that disobeying only brought more misery. There was no hope and no escape from her fate. From her master.

One of the bowls was empty, there was the one half-filled with cat food as always, but the one containing the milk was dry. Atalanta perked her head up. "Meow?" Her Master chuckled but said nothing, and so Atalanta returned her attention to the bowl. She ate the dry food with a slight smile, so relieved at not having to drink that disgusting milk, that even the food was tolerable. When she was done, Atalanta turned around, and headed for the door, without waiting for her dismissal.

"Where are you going kitten?" Her master chided her, and she froze in horror. "You still have to get your treat."

"Meow." I don't want the treat, you disgusting vile man. I just want to be free.

"Kitten, come here," her Master ordered, and Atalanta obeyed despite her lack of desire too, her will having been beaten into submission. "It's time for you to get your milk."

"Meow."

"I know kitten," her Master replied as he ran his hand through her hair and scratched at her ears. "But this time you get to drink your milk straight from the source," the command spell on his hand glowed, the red mark fading away, as his command was enforced. He undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees, before sitting back in the chair. "Come and drink your milk, little kitten," he taunted her.

That was what she had been drinking this whole time? She knew it didn't taste like normal milk but... it was something this vile? How dare he!? Atalanta felt her body move on its own. She felt the command spell in her mind, urging her to move closer to her Master, to accept the disgusting treat that was waiting for her. She crawled under the desk, her face coming level with his crotch. His penis was standing tall and proud, and Atalanta felt a mix of fear and revulsion at the sight. She knew what was expected of her, but she couldn't help feeling degraded. She had never felt more like an animal than in that moment.

Her mouth opened, and she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, trying not to gag around the moist appendage. She had never felt so ashamed in her life. She was the great huntress Atalanta, and here she was, being treated like a pet to be used for her Master's amusement. The taste was awful and the humiliation tasted worse. But she knew she had no choice. She had to play along with his twisted game- she was bound by his command.

As she began to suck, her mind raced, searching for any way to break free from this humiliating predicament. But the command spell held her tight, leaving her with no choice but to swirl her tongue around his shaft and drink his cum. The room was silent except for the sound of her slurps and his occasional groan of pleasure. Her eyes remained focused on the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

Her Master's hand stroked her furry head as she worked, the gesture simultaneously affectionate and degrading. She felt his cock grow harder and knew that he was close. She had to endure this, for now. Atalanta thought of her past, her battles, her pride, and her dignity. This would not be the end of her. She would find a way to break free from this hell.

Finally, with a grunt, her Master released his seed into her mouth. She wished she could spit it out, but his previous command of you only eat cat food with milk and you eat it all, had her bound. So, instead, she swallowed, the bitter salty taste lingering in her mouth, even once he had removed his cock from her mouth, and all the cum was gone. She felt his hand on her head, pushing her down further until she was licking him clean. "Good kitten," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Atalanta felt the spell loosen as he zipped up his pants. She quickly crawled away from him, her eyes still downcast. "You may leave," he said, and she took the opportunity to scurry out of the room, her tail low.

Atalanta was done with her Master's shit. She did not care if he was the last Master of Humanity, or if he was needed to save the world. She did not care how any of the other servants felt about him. All she cared about was the humiliation and degradation that he had made her suffer. He would pay for that.

Her pride had to be discarded. Her Master had already trampled on it in private, but she would have to discard it publicly. She would rather die than suffer such humiliation, but that was not one of her options. She had to seek help, she had to get free of his command seals. She needed someone who understood magecraft, would understand why Master was so evil, and would keep quiet about her condition… There was only one candidate.

Atalanta was sneaking through the halls at lunch time, for the first time since that first day he stripped her of her ability to wear clothes. She had a different destination in mind other than the room of her Master, and her own room though… the room of one of the few friends she could trust, and a Caster at that.

The door was closed…

Atalanta sighed, but raked her claws against the door. She didn't have a choice.

No one came to the door.

Atalanta ran her claws up the door frame for a longer length and pressing deeper into the metal, deep enough to leave deep claw marks on the door. She would apologize to Tamamo when she was back to normal, this had to take precedence. Still no one came to the door.

"Bark."

Was Tamamo not in her room right now? That would be catastrophic… she would have to go to someone else… Jeanne maybe? That would be even more humiliating but…

"Bark."

There was that noise again… did Tamamo get a dog? She pressed her ear to the door and ceased her scratching.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!" There was the sound of something clapping in there. Tamamo must be watching a movie or something. Maybe she just had to be louder…? She steeled herself and took a deep breath… it would be humiliating but…

"MEOW!" Atalanta meowed as loudly as she could. "MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!"

The door unlatched and slid open automatically. Atalanta grinned.

Then her smile died.

Her savior was there…

And so was her Master.

Tamamo was on her hands and knees on the table, their owner standing behind her. She was naked with a collar on, just like Atalanta was. And their Master stood behind her. And he was also naked… And their Master stood behind her… And their Master stood behind her… And she was wearing a collar, tagged with the name of their Master.

His hands were on her hips, his grip tight enough that the skin turned red… and he was thrusting into her from behind… his large penis pulverizing her insides… Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Bark! Bark! Bark!"

"Good doggy," Master muttered, as he continued to slap his hips into hers from the doggystyle position. Tamamo whined in pleasure with his every movement… and her hips were also thrusting back into his.

Master must have used a command spell to make Tamamo act that way, it was the only conclusion possible. He was forcing her to have sex… just like he planned on escalating her to… Probably…

As if sensing Atalanta's thoughts, Master grabbed onto Tamamo's hair with his fists, giving Atalanta a clear view of the back of his hand… and all three command spells were still there. Master smirked at the frozen Atalanta and pulled back on the head of the fox. His thrusts sped up, as he went deeper and faster into the cunt of his dog.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!" Plap. Plap. Plap. It was an auditory assault on the overly sensitive cat ears of Atalanta, and she didn't know how to respond. So she just stayed in the doorway and watched as her hope died.

Her master slowed his thrusts, groaning loudly as the fox squealed in joy as her orgasm washed over her. The Master was not far behind, filling his trusty fox with his milk. He stepped away from her, his cock still mostly erect, and turned to face Atalanta, his penis covered in a combination of their juices.

"How nice of you to join us, kitten," he greeted with a warm expression that was so far in opposition to his words. "I think it's time you got a taste of the real thing, don't you? When kittens are in heat, they are such horny little things."

To her horror, Kitten found herself responding to the command of her master- there was no command seal used to enforce the command. Instead, she found herself crawling to her master on her hands and knees, her pussy dripping her juices onto the floor. She was in heat, and she needed her milk… and something more… From her master."

When she reached him, she took his cock in her mouth without prompting. And when he scratched the back of her ears this time… Kitten purred.

A/N: As I said, these weren't particularly good. The third one, was actually intended to be an actual post, that I started because it sounded hot, and was very different from anything I've ever written before... it was miserable to write. That's not on the prompter, I just found that it being hot, doesn't make that style of story enjoyable for me. I think it came out terrible, but maybe I'm just biased. Not something I ever liked enough to publish independently, and just barely made length requirements so... Batch post of bad responses!

Please do not give me similar prompts to that one in the future, it's just not something, I enjoy writing apparently- eh, something you only learn when you try. No hard feelings, and sorry to the prompter that it sucked so much.

The set up was supposed to be obvious that there was a second "pet" being trained alongside Atalanta, idk if it actually was to the average person. But the Master was missing a command spell for every command, and there were a pile of crumbs around the food dish each day, because Atalanta was the second pet he was training. Tried to frame the Master as more racist against "Faunus" than outright evil- he's still evil, but he appears decent to non-animal characteristic servants.

First two are fine, short and sweet with a simple plot that worked fine, but weren't fleshed out enough to have actual characters. Not my favorite for obvious reasons.

I'm not sure when I will upload next. I'm not going to post again, until I am three prompts ahead (actually two, cause I'll post immediately once the third is done), simply because despite not changing the upload schedule at all, being ahead causes me to stress less about my writing. Brains are weird. I'd imagine that the next post will be in about a week, give or take. I'll tease that one of the next prompts is the Gilgamesh training Ritsuka in how to fuck a girl properly that I teased back at like chapter 10, but not promising, it will be the one I upload next, even if it's the first I finished. If you're sad about the delay, go read "Inhumanly Human", it's seriously the best fic I've written, even if it's less smut heavy.

For the prompt submissions this week, if you want to make me happy, give me seasonal/holiday stuff. I don't want literally, the prompt takes place on Halloween, or is trick or treating, but something that vaguely is in season. Like a masquerade ball for Halloween, or a character pretending to be another Fate character, stuff like that. Or for thanksgiving, have it be about thankfulness, or about the family reunion aspect, don't make it a literal, it's thanksgiving dinner prompt or whatever. Christmas is maybe the exception, but like actual just straight up, happy Holiday prompts are boring, I just want the vibe. This also probably makes your prompt less likely to be written, since I am not festive enough to do Christmas prompts all of December. You'll get one for Halloween- probably one I don't have yet- and maybe like two or three for Christmas at most. If they're vague enough and vibey like I want, they can be published outside of the season but...

Leave Kudos, subscribe to me and this fic to not miss future prompt responses. Please comment more prompts even though I have plenty, I like having options and just reading them. Chronological order has no bearing on what I do next, I choose what's vibing for me at the time- that often isn't actually the one I like the best annoyingly.