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The Swapinator

“-and that’s how it happened.”

Senpai, predictably, is the first one to ask questions. Equally predictably, their first inquiry is useless. “Why the swapinator?”

Sion shrugs. “What did you want me to call it? The transgenderification beam?”

“Does it even qualify?” Da Vinci pipes up. “All it does it change the genitals. It doesn’t even give top surgery.”

“It’s a work in progress. The goal ultimately would be to have the ultimate build-a-bear machine, but for human bodies.”

The discussion will go on forever if she lets it go uninterrupted, so Mash cleans her throat. “So… can you… give me my old body back?”

“Sure! Give me maybe… one-two business days, and I’ll fix the issue.”

So Mash is stuck with a penis for now. Great. Just wonderful.

“Some servants are experienced with these sorts of things.” Senpai tells her with a pat on the back. “Maybe you could ask one of them for help?”

“Do not. What is the point of the swapinator if you can just ask Gilgamesh for a genderbending potion?”

“Maybe you-”

Their bickering is distracting enough that Mash does not notice the newcomer until a hand lands on her shoulder. “Sir Kyrielight. A word, if you please.”

“Ah- yes, of course.” She glances at the control room. Da Vinci and Sion are currently discussing the intricacies of magic-induced hormones, so she figures they won’t need her anytime soon.

She leaves the room with Morgan. “Anything’s the matter?”

Morgan makes a non-committal noise. She does not stop working. “It concerns your… predicament. I believe it’s something best discussed in private.”

Mash feels her blood rushing to her face. “R-right.”

She follows Morgan through the corridors. Now that she thinks about it- Tonelico had outstanding shapeshifting abilities, didn’t she? On the day of Uther’s coronation, she had… maybe she could change Mash’s body as well?

Morgan guides her inside her bedroom. Once Mash walks in, the older woman turns around to lock the door. “So, what-”

“I wish to see you naked.”

Mash blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“While I am familiar with fairy genital configurations, I have only ever interacted with human vaginas. I would like to correct that, if you are amenable.”

The absurdity of the request almost makes her laugh- the Queen of Winter, former lostbelt King, savior of the fairies about a dozen times over- is asking to see Mash’s dick. Out of sheer curiosity. If nothing else, it makes her stress levels go down into oblivion. “Sure. It’s no problem.”

She slides off her thighs, then sits down on Morgan’s bed, lifting up her skirt. She expects the older woman to sit by her side- but instead, the queen slides on her knees in front of her. The sight isn’t foreign to her, but she usually associates it to much more heated context, so it… uhm… it…

“It twitched.” Morgan observes coolly. “I didn’t know these could move on their own.”

“I, uhm, you know, the flow of the blood? It- it can make it look like they move.”

“Fascinating.” She raises a hand. “May I touch it?”

Calm down caaalm down. This is Morgan we’re talking about. And if Mash knows anything about Morgan (and she does, she does, perhaps more than anyone else in the entirety of Chaldea) it’s that she is 100% serious when she says she’s doing this out of curiosity. This will not end in anything sexy. So calm your jets, boner-chan. “Go right ahead.”

Carefully, Morgan reaches out, to gently cup her balls. “These are quite heavy.”

“I know, right?” When the -urgh- swapinator initially hit her, she’d felt like her new equipment was about to fall right off her body. It’s a bit strange, to feel Morgan’s hand support that weight. It doesn’t feel bad, though. If Mash had to compare it to anything, it would be the feeling of Morgan’s hands on her breasts when they cuddle- something pleasant, but not necessarily sexual.

Morgan nods to herself, surely taking note of the characteristics as well. Then, with no warning, her hand moves up to tug on her dick.

Mash squeaks, taking a fistful of the sheets. Against her will, her member jumps against Morgan’s hand, noticeably harder than before.

“Ah. Apologies. I did not expect penises to be this sensitive.”

“Please don’t call it a penis.” Mash replies in a strangled voice. “It sounds so… clinical.”

Morgan quirks up an eyebrow. “What should I call it, then? Your cock?”

Such a crude word, in the mouth of the most dignified person Mash knows- she can’t help it. If penis made her think of a medical examination, cock makes her hyperaware of the fact that Morgan is currently kneeling right between her legs.

Morgan looks down. Mash opinion on the matters is very visible right now. “Your vigor is truly worthy of praises.”

“I’m- please think for a second about the position you’re in. And- how it looks like to me right now. Of course I’d react like that!”

“There is no need to justify yourself. You are a healthy young adult. Such libido is to be expected.”

Mash lowers her face in her hands. “Please don’t make it sound like I’m some sort of pervert.”

“Why not? I thought I had established clearly that I very much enjoyed you being my pervert, my knight.”

My pervert. Oh, Morgan knows exactly what she’s doing right now. “Is it fun to you?”

“Very much so.” Mash doesn’t see her, still hiding behind her hands, but she feels Morgan’s lips pressing against her knuckles. “I cannot help it, I am afraid. You are the most interesting toy I’ve ever played with.”

From anyone else, the blatant objectification would be deeply uncomfortable. From Morgan, however, it leaves Mash breathless- to think that she can make the Queen of Winter feel again, she can be the object of Morgan’s desires, and that this desire is to step on her to see how much she can take until she breaks. Metaphorically. Though now she’s actually thinking of being stepped on, and, uhhhh,

 “So that is what they mean when they call it being hard.”

Mash makes a single, high-pitched noise. “Please have some mercy on me.”

“I could.” Morgan’s fingers thrum against her cock- not nearly enough stimulation to be truly pleasurable, but enough to make her heart go high wire. “Or I could make it up to you in other ways.”

Slowly, Mash parts her fingers, peering down. “… As in?”

“As in I want you in my mouth.”

The death of her. This woman will be the death of her.

It’s like watching a movie in slow-motion; Morgan starts taking a firmer grip on her, squeezing her between her long fingers. Then, she brings her mouth to the tip, trailing kisses all along her length. “God. God.”

“Queen is more than enough, my knight.”

Mash wants to reply something equally witty, maybe chastise her for making fun of her- but then Morgan swallows her tip, and every thought leaves Mash’s head.

It takes every ounce of self-restraint she has not to buck her hips. Dear god. It’s so warm, and wet- like a kiss, but so much more sensitive. She wants her entire cock in here.

Calmly, Morgan bobs her head. Foolishly, Mash had always considered blowjobs to be an act of submission, based on the porn she’d managed to sneak into her room back in the days. This clearly couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Morgan is very clearly in control right now, holding Mash’s pleasure hostage. The further she goes, the more acutely aware Mash becomes of the fact that she is barely an inch away from Morgan’s teeth, and should she displease the queen that woman could very well end it all for her.

Morgan works about half of Mash’s length in her mouth, then slides it all the way out with a wet pop. “Apologies,” she says, some drool still dribbling off her lips, “I do not believe I can fit it in my throat without any more training. My spouse has neglected to mention that a gag reflex can hinder such endeavors, it seems.”

“Ah- yeah, Senpai barely has a gag reflex anymore. Of course it wouldn’t occur to them.” Then the implications of those words finally hit her. “Wait. You asked Senpai for advice on sucking dick?”

“They are the most ethical and experienced person I could think of for these matters.”

“Ethical?”

“They are the biggest slut in this facility aside from Sessyoin.” Morgan clarifies. “It is an admirable quality.”

“That’s the politest way I’ve ever heard anyone call someone a whore.”

“My spouse is too much of a fool to be a whore. If they got paid for every person they slept with, this facility would not be struggling so much to gather QPs.” Then, evidently considering the conversation closed, she reaches out to take hold of Mash’s wrist, bringing it to the back of her neck. “Also, you may hold my head, if you do so wish. Worry not about pulling my hair, I do not mind.”

Morgan swallows her again, and Mash makes good use of that permission.

God. Godddd. What Morgan cannot take in, she wraps her hand around, squeezing and fondling and rubbing with enthusiasm. Mash is intimately familiar with the feeling of Morgan’s fingers inside of her, but they turn out to be equally deft around her. Mash holds onto Morgan’s ponytail like an anchor, the one thing stopping her from going completely mad. “Morgan, I- I’m gonna- I-”

Morgan does not do a single thing to move away. In fact, it seems like she tries to sink further on Mash’s cock. The head hits the back of Morgan’s throat- and Mash is gone.

The first thing she’s aware of afterwards is the sound of coughing- and then, a few seconds later, the realization kicks in.

“Oh no!” She releases Morgan’s hair suddenly. “Are you okay?!”

The woman shakes her head- in agreement or denial, she can’t tell. She coughs in her fist once, twice- and then swallows hard. Mash watches her the slight bob of her throat. She’s- she’s swallowing her come. She’s swallowing her come. “I am alright. I was merely a little overambitious towards the end. I will be more careful next time.”

Next time. “You… want to do it again? Today?” Please?? Pretty please??

Morgan shrugs. “Certainly, but there are other things I wanted to try first. I would like you to fuck my thighs, for a start.”

Oh yes yes yes this sounds good let’s do that-

Then Mash’s gaze falls down, to her softening dick, and all her hopes crash down. “I… am going to need a minute.” Betrayed. Betrayed by her faithful companion, boner-chan. Her vagina would have never done that to her.

“Worry not. I am aware that humans need a refractory period. Take as long as you need.” Morgan rises up to kiss Mash on the forehead. She brushes Mash’s hair away, then Morgan tilts her head to kiss her ear. The act is soothing, and her latest orgasm has her a bit sleepy- Mash closes her eyes, sighing.

“In the meantime,” Morgan whispers, “may I find out if you have a prostate?”

Mash’s eyes fly right open.

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