Unfortunate substitution

Parody : Fate/Grand Order

All my saint quarts is gone and I am a bit annoyed, so here's a short story to vent my anger. Enjoy!

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It was a fine summer evening, just right for those who wanted to cool off after an exhausting day of preparations for ServantFes and a certain beauty knew just how to spend it. It didn’t take long for her to find her target, a man wearing an inconspicuous green cloak walking down a dark alleway, as if begging for someone to seize the moment and strike.

Her bronze tanned skin shimmered under the lamplight as she crossed the street in pursuit of the mysterious fellow, garnering the attention of many who were easily captivated by her divine figure that was almost on full display due to her choice of streetwear which consisted of a risqué swimsuit of matching colour with her hair, leather finger-less gloves, a loosely-hanging belt that served absolutely no practical purpose and thigh-high leather boots with cut-outs leaving most of her feet exposed.

Being a servant, she easily caught up to her prey, who, from the looks of it, didn’t mind being hunted, almost as if he wanted to get caught in such a position, but that only made things easier for the Moon Cancer who was already in striking range.

“Kuhahaha, you’ve fell ri-” **THUMP!** “KHAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Letting out a high-pitched wail, the mysterious figure dropped like a sack of potatoes from the impact of her foot crushing his marbles with the force and efficiency of a sledgehammer. The class disadvantage only amplified his suffering as he rolled on the ground, clutching his bruised balls.

“Come on, Robin, I didn’t even… Wait! You’re the guy who keeps messing with my plans!” as the identity of this mysterious man got revealed to BB, her face twisted in malicious delight. The avenger tried to escape, but was easily overpowered by the busty girl who was planning on getting revenge for the Count’s interference. “Since we’re already on this route, might as well go all out!” saying that, she forced his legs apart and started probing his trunks with the tip of her boot.

How could he have known that class affinities worked in these scenarios as well and to such an agonizing extent? He couldn’t, but he paid the price all the same as despite his struggles, the busty buster found what she was looking for and pressed her foot into his swollen balls, which did their best to escape her wrath but only doomed themselves to more torment as she masterfully squished them, earning oh-so-pleasant cries from the Count, who, despite all the pain he was in, continued trying to escape, just for his dark arts to harmlessly bounce off of BB’s breasts.

Weakened but not defeated, Dantès found strength to talk to his attacker, if not to understand her intention, but just to keep her occupied by something that wasn’t giving her name a whole new meaning, “What do you want?”

“I told you already, didn’t I? Or perhaps you were too busy crying to hear me? Fufufufu\~! You humans are just so adorable!” Unfortunately, it seemed that BB was quite the multitasker as she didn’t let up on her assault even for a moment during her speech. “Annoying!” she suddenly exclaimed and pulled off Dantès’s trunks right off him, revealing his swollen balls and surprisingly healthy boner. “Kya\~! How indecent.”

Now that nothing stood between her and the Count’s nutsack, she had no problem pinning his jewels down and crushing them between her boot and the asphalt, which was already starting to crack from the immense pressure put on top of it. Dantès’s superhuman physique was of little help in trying to lift her off of his flattened testicles which were miraculously still intact.

Tired of the count groping her so freely, she grabbed him by his hair and started lifting him up, causing nausea-inducing pain as his compressed balls did their best to not be left behind. “What do you think you’re doing, trying to touch my legs while with your dick out? You need to be punished more.” She dropped him and lifted her leg off of his swollen nutsack which was tinted a painful gradient of red and purple as it started reinflating, giving the Count a moment of serenity just to take it away as she stomped down with all her might, creating a miniature crater where his jewels met the ground.

At that point Dantès couldn’t even scream as his mind went into overdrive. He had to escape by all means necessary and he didn’t think his balls would survive even a single hit more. And so, as BB lifted her leg again, a wide grin plastered across her face as she knew exactly what she was doing, he muttered, releasing the true name of his Noble Phantasm “*Enfer Château d'If.*”

There was a slight oversight in his plan, however, as his accelerated mind felt the pain at a much greater rate, allowing him to feel every bit of damage that BB had caused so far, and it certainly wasn’t something a normal person could handle. Through gritted teeth he used the brief window he created for himself and escaped far-far away, at least as far as his legs would take him before collapshing, ditching Robin’s cloak on the archer’s room’s balcony and vowing to never again even allow himself to be present in the same space as that twisted woman.

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“Do you take constructive criticism?” asked the Count, visibly shaken by what he just read as he closed the doujin with a mix of anger and embarrasement on his face.

“Nah,” Hokusai answered bluntly before attending to her customers, who were all too happy to giggle at the sight of Dantès reading a doujin about himself being put through such unholy torment.

The avenger was clearly about to snap as his anger welled up. To be put in such a position was unacceptable and so, as he was ready to burst, an ominous aura popped up behind him.

**THUD!**

“No fighting inside!” declared BB while the count was left breathless by the sudden recreation of the doujin’s opening page, not even being able to scream as he felt his poor balls painfully rearrange themselves into their original shape.