Fate Grand Order; Amazon Spirit 05 (Patreon)

(Warning: This story contains female muscle, female muscle growth, muscle worship, and graphic sexual content)

Mordred woke up with a pounding headache, like a bunch of giants had taken turns hitting her over and over in the head with their massive fists. Last time she woke up feeling this bad, she had eaten a bunch of Gawain’s cooking. Though honestly, she’d take the splitting headache over the nauseating stomach ache.

She groaned as awareness settled, her eyes opening to reveal a blurry blue sky that slowly began to take shape, allowing her to see a few clouds more clearly. She felt the scratchy grass on her back and a thin fabric on top.

She felt weak and hated it.

Mordred moaned as she tried to recall what had reduced her to this state, “What happened…?”

“You overdid it,” A voice with the sternness of a teacher called out with great reproach. “As always”

Mordred slowly sat up to take a good look at her surroundings. The masters were there, smiling sheepishly at her. Elena knelt next to her, looking at her as though she was both something awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. Then there was Atalanta, who stood further apart from the others, bearing a look of utter disappointment and vindication. Mordred abhorred that look; it screamed, ‘I-was-right-about-you’. Mordred took no judgment but her own.

But then there was the memory of what had led to this. The sheer power, the immense buildup of energy that wrecked through her body without control, spawning a tower of flesh and might, surpassing every limit, making her bulge to godlike proportions.

She had fallen for that power like a bear falls for honey, too enticed by its sweet nectar to think of anything else. And it had doomed her. She forced it too much, too fast, and too soon. She had not been ready, and it had overwhelmed her, making her body overload and collapse under the weight of her own strength.

She did not think it through; all she cared about was more strength.

She had proven Atalanta right.

“Fuck…” The realization hurt more than the headache. She leaned forward from her sitting position, making the fabric on her chest fall to reveal her small breasts. Mordred realized she was naked and that the fabric on her was a jacket.

She also realized Gudao was not wearing his, and he quickly turned around with an embarrassed expression.

Mordred did not mind; she took more issue with how she looked painfully plain compared to her enhanced state. “Great, lost all my muscle…” She muttered with annoyance as she willed her mana to generate her usual red attire, the one she wore under her armor, to cover herself.

“You brute-forcing your Amazon Spirit,” Elena said, disbelief and horror lacing her words. “I’ve seen warriors who tried it; they barely grow a bit before they lose the power. When you force it without first achieving it through self-realization, it can have strong drawbacks.”

“This damn thing has too many rules!” Mordred shouted in anger. “I thought you made your Spirit stronger with more willpower!”

“Willpower, yes,” Atalanta affirmed with a nod. “But forcing your body and spirit to host it before they’re ready for the next level of strength can harm you. It’s like trying to fill a water balloon way beyond its limits; at some point, it pops.”

“You really hurt yourself there, Mordred,” Gudako said in concern. “You drained a lot of magical energy; we feared you were going to vanish.”

Another reason why she felt so tired and weak. Mordred grunted, rubbing her temple. “Fine, fine. I get it, don’t go so gung-ho the next time.”

“You may be a powerful warrior, Mordred. But you lack the discipline needed for the tournament.” The Huntress said. “This is a journey where your Amazon Spirit is meant to become stronger, but it can only grow naturally.” She emphasized the last word. “Through perseverance, through experience, through learning.”

Her green eyes softened for a moment, lacking their previous intensity. “You’ve much to learn, Mordred. If you continue as you are now, you will not be able to defeat the region’s Champion.”

“Caenis,” Gudao muttered, a pensive look in his eyes. “Yeah, Elena told us.”

“And you know very well the kind of opponent she is,” Atalanta stressed. “It doesn’t matter if she considers you friends; she’ll come at you with everything she has. And will not even give you a second to breathe”

“Wouldn’t expect anything else from her,” Mordred grunted as she stood up, popping her joints with a pained groan and then picking up Gudao’s jacket, handing it to him. “So what’s the plan then?”

“The ‘plan’ relies on you actually pausing and listening for once.” The lion-woman said. “I can train you. I can teach you how to harness this power properly, without foolish risks or losing yourself to it.”

Mordred looked like she wanted to protest, that the mere idea of asking for help was physically painful for her. Any protest she had died in her throat when the orange-haired master placed a hand on her arm. “Please, Mordred. We don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Gudao had to hand it to her. Gudao had a knack for getting the more unruly Servants under control. Helped that those like Mordred had a weakness for pretty girls.

“Ugh, fine…” She muttered, rolling her eyes and blushing slightly. “But I’m weak as hell, I’m gonna need some top-up.”

“Right. Gudao, if you don’t mind.” Atalanta turned to him. “Can you give Mordred some blood?”

“Wait, what?” Elena shook her head, confounded.

“Oh,” The male Master blinked a few times. “Y-Yeah, guess there’s no issue”

Bodily fluids contained mana; consuming them was a well-documented process for one to recharge their reserves. Be it from just ingesting blood to the more potent… tantric rituals. He already knew what sex with a woman could do, but Gudao had no idea if his blood would carry the same potency.

Either way, it was a risk; if he refused, then they’d be suspicious. If he didn’t, then Mordred would get a severe boost in power and expose his blessing. And he wasn’t quite ready to reveal it.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed an Azoth dagger mystic code, making a small swallow cut on his arms before presenting it to Mordred. He tried to control his heartbeat as Mordred grabbed his limb and put her lips over the bleeding wound.

After a moment, Mordred pulled back, shuddering slightly. For a moment, Gudao feared she’d grow massively right then and there, but all she did was boost herself up with a decent level of musculature. Flexing her arms and grinning wildly. “That’s more like it!” She cheered. “Don’t think I’ve ever really gotten blood from you, Master! Gave me quite the pump!”

Gudao chuckled sheepishly as he healed his small cut with a simple spell. He sighed internally with relief that his secret was now safe.

Unbeknownst to him, Atalanta narrowed her eyes with suspicion.

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