Story: Anime Bimbo Outbreak

 

 
Call it an accident, call it a quirk of fate, but in the midst of her sloppy, bimbofying makeout with Motoko, the future Mikuru Asahina somehow found herself travelling through time back out into the real world. Not that she noticed at first. When a bimbo has her lips locked to yours, thinking is an optional extra. Well no, that's not entirely fair. Asahina was thinking 'Aaaaaaargh!' quite forcefully.

However, escape was simply impossible. Motoko was a martial artist prior to her transformation, while Asahina was very much not. She was the kind of character who had dumped most of her stats into Charisma, physical confrontations were not her specialty in the least!

Matters weren't being helped by the fact that she could feel her intelligence slipping away fast. It felt like a rush of air, like a cold night's breeze and - Somehow she managed to pull her lips away from Motoko's long enough to realise that was exactly what it was. In her haze of unwanted arousal and diminishing intelligence, she looked to the city skyline, and blinked in the hope that it would go away. That the night's sky would vanish.

No such luck, alas. Despite her hopes, despite her fears, it resolutely insisted on defying her: The night was fated to stay.

"Um... Fuyuki city?" Asahina blinked while Motoko nibbled on her neck at just the right spot. "Didn't something happen here once? I think? Can't remember, head is foggy..."

"You'll feel better after a nice lay," Motoko whispered.

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Up above the city of Fuyuki, a girl was staring down in anticipation. Bated breath, eyes dazzling with possibilities. Standing atop a bridge, surveying her domain, wondering at the events still to come. She'd been waiting for this day for a long time. Earlier today she had summoned her servant - an unidentified Archer rather than a Saber class, much to her disappointment - and she felt ready to take on all comers. With her hair tied up in twin tails, a snug red jumper,  a jet black miniskirt and thigh high socks, this pretty slender girl was Rin Tohsaka, a talented young magus, the administrator of Fuyuki city's magical needs, and a Master in the 5th Grail War.

It was almost a shame that nobody could see her up here. She must cut quite the cool figure, standing back to back with her servant, the two of them surveying Fuyuki. Neither expecting to see anything untoward, but it was good to keep an eye on things. Help her Servant get a lay of the land, though that might not have been all that necessary. He'd picked up the layout remarkably quickly, almost as if he had once been a resident himself. That's a Servant for you, though. Heroic spirits far above human ability.

Which Servant was he? Her mind raced through countless possibilities. There were any number of likely Heroic Spirits that qualified for Archer class. Any that used a bow and arrow, or any form of ranged weapon could technically qualify. He wasn't Robin Hood wearing a red coat like that, for example. In fact, she couldn't think of any that wore an outfit like this. Middle eastern possibly? Indian? Native American? He was a recalcitrant type. Which was annoying, largely because - well, so was she. Wound up wasting her first command seal because he had annoyed her so much. Chalk it up to a learning experience. She'd make more careful use of the remaining two.

Suddenly, her sense of being  watched pricked up. From the crowd below... someone had seen her? Impossible. From this distance? She looked down, and casually enhanced her senses, trying to figure out who it could be. Too many people, still too far away...

But this became a minor concern when she saw something even stranger. A flash of light that was in no way normal - and two figures that hadn't been there a moment ago. They were far off. Even further away than the mystery figure on the ground, but they had definitely not been there a moment ago, she felt certain of it.

"Two women," Archer said. He'd seen them as well, and as an Archer his eyesight was leagues better than hers, even if she gave them the best magical boost she could. "Tsk. They look like overexaggerated stereotypes of what men look for in women. Curvaceous, busty, and so forth."

"So we can call you a pervert then?" Rin teased.

"I've been called worse," Archer cheekily replied. "You can relax. My tastes aren't so immature as to desire this. What would you like to do?"

Staring across at them, Rin frowned. It was possible that it had nothing to do with the Holy Grail War. It was possible that she'd been mistaken before, that it was something natural. That the two women had been there already. But no. She wasn't a fool enough to ignore something strange happening in front of her like that.

"We investigate," she firmly said. "Guard up. It might be another Master - or something else entirely."

"As you command," he said, and suddenly she was being carried across the night's sky. Hrmph! Any other girl would think it was romantic being carried off by a handsome, tall, mysterious man like this, but Rin was the sort that would merely acknowledge that other girls would think that way because, right here and now, she was a Magus investigating a potential mystery. Archer was being practical in carrying her this way. He could move far faster than she, and carrying her like this would make it easier for him to block attacks against her person while they travelled - without sacrificing his ability to counterattack the same way being carried this way would if it was being done closer to the ground.

What was also making her think about how other girls might feel about this situation was that, as they got closer, she could plainly see that these two mystery women were engaged in quite lewd activity.

"It feels like we're intruding on something private," Archer said.

"Maybe," Rin replied. "But that magical energy around them... There's definitely something strange going on here."

They landed on a tree nearby. Ugh, Archer wasn't kidding. Rin looked down at her own chest. It wasn't bad, just... not as big as it could be. She was more proud of her legs anyway, so that was where she was spending her appeal points. But these women - it was ridiculous! With bodies like those, they almost seemed to be designed for sex.

Taking stock before they were noticed - One of them was a bit older than the other, so far as she could tell. Orange hair, a naturally cute face, office attire that didn't quite fit her anymore. The other had long dark hair, was (barely) wearing a kimono and appeared to have a sword in their possession. Looking them over took a little longer than she'd like to admit because she kept on blushing and looking away.

"My Master has a weakness against such things," Archer said aloud, teasing her again. "I'll have to remember this, in case we encounter a lewd Servant."

"You should have been keeping that in mind anyway!" Rin shot back. Ah, they'd heard her. She drew herself to her full height, and crossed her arms, putting on her best cross and stern face. "The two of you! You perverts there! What business do you have in Fuyuki City?"

"Hi there!" the older one in the office attire said. "Um, I'm Asahina, and this is Motoko. It might be, like, best to keep your distance."

"I dunno, she's super cute," Motoko said, eyeing up Rin like - Like Shinji did every time they met. Ugh, gave her the shivers. "Though that handsome stud behind her is, oooh, he's totally working for me."

Eyes narrowed. Archer tensed behind her. That's the thing about Servants. They were generally quite capable of staying hidden from view of a normal person when their Master didn't want them seen. Archer had gone into spirit mode for this very reason - she'd intended to try and trip them up, into admitting they could see him.

To think that the enemy would be so completely stupid that she'd give the game away just like that.

"Archer. Restrain, but don't kill unless you absolutely have to," Rin commanded. "We need to question them in a more secure location."

A good chance to see what he was capable of against a weak opponent. There was no doubt in her mind that they had some kind of magical ability themselves - at the very least Motoko did. And that belief was verified when Archer threw a pair of swords directly at her - and the woman somehow parried them both.

"Oooh, you wanna play hard to get first?" Motoko licked her lips. Ugh, gross! Completely disgusting! "Teehee, come down here big boy. I've, like, not lost a step in my training. In fact, my head is clearer than it has been in, like, months."

"Clearer, or emptier?" Archer asked, jumping down in front of her. He twirled around a pair of swords in his hands. "Hrm, you're lucky my Master wants you alive. I can tell that you're more skilled than a normal human - but your power is focused on exorcism, isn't it? I've seen a similar fighting style before."

"Eh! Eh! Ehhhhhhh!" Asahina panicked. "M-Motoko! Noooo, what are you doing? What's going on? Waaaah!"

During this time Rin had not been idle. With Motoko and Archer focusing their attention on each other, Rin had snuck around behind Asahina - who apparently had no sense of self preservation, nor any martial arts instinct. Rin considered the best way to restrain this woman. A binding spell? Paralysis? A sleeping spell? Maybe something more mundane like a headlock?

Or, she could tweak this useless woman's ear and drive her to her knees. In front of them was a surprisingly spectacular sight. Archer was obviously the superior fighter in this battle, though Motoko was indeed putting up a better fight than one would expect from a mere human against a Servant.

"Using the air pressure as a weapon? How primitive!" Archer scoffed, easily dodging the blows. "You have potential - but most Heroic Spirits understand that this is an inefficient way to attack your enemy when the full force of your own blade can be all the more mighty!"

"Like, I dunno about tha~at," Motoko jeered. She thrust out her chest. Ugh. Shameless! "Teehee, this is fun. I can't wait to suck your dick."

"Wh-Who is she talking to, what's going on?" Asahina warbled. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"'What's going on' is my line," Rin said. Never mind the sword fight. Archer had it well in hand. The only reason it hadn't ended yet was because he was trying to take her alive. Probably assessing how dangerous she was as well. Rin knelt down, keeping a tight clamp on Asahina's ear. "So, how about you fill me in on what you know?"

Asahina filled her in, alright. With a kiss to the mouth that caught Rin completely off guard. For a brief fleeting moment her soft lips became Rin's entire world. They overwhelmed her senses, all of them in turn, and made the meaning of time passing completely and totally moot. She might have been there for days, years, centuries - or merely a nanosecond before Asahina pulled away and started apologising profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Waaah, I've totally screwed up!" Asahina bawled.

Rin's head turned a few inches. She blinked. Then she blinked again. Then, like an anvil dropping on her head, the exact nature of what just happened landed on her. She turned as red as her jumper. Lifted her left arm. Activated her magical crest. And then put Asahina to sleep in the most violent yet painless way that can be imagined.

She was joined by Archer and an unconscious Motoko a moment later. Slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't worry Master, it's only natural for a girl your age to want to experiment a little," he said, without a trace of seriousness in his tone. "Shall we take them back to your place, so you may have your wicked way with them?"

"Yes!" Rin answered. "I mean, that's not what I - shut up! Whatever you think you saw happen, it didn't happen! Got it!"

"The moment that my Master cannot trust my hawklike vision, is the moment I have failed as an Archer," he replied. Snarky bastard! "It occurs that they might be victims rather than perpetrators. Their state of mind and obvious arousal... We should restrain them for their own good. I believe I saw some restraints in your basement, next to the gym equipment."

That seemed completely sensible to her. When these two... these two airheaded lesbian sluts woke up, she'd have more than a cuple of questions for them. Of course, what Rin didn't quite realise yet was that she too was carrying the dreaded bimbo plague. Though it wouldn't just be her for long...