Fate Grand Order; Amazon Spirit 6 (Patreon)

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

Mordred was no stranger to training. She loved training, loved the feeling of pushing her limits and growing stronger. Though upon becoming a Heroic Spirit, she manifested as an almost immutable existence. Training and working out did virtually nothing for a Servant, except for refining their skills. They could not change their stats or improve their physique.

It was possible for a Saint Graph’s body to change, but it required strenuous or special circumstances. The Amazon Spirit, boosting her power and making her muscles grow, was one of the most extreme examples, as her Saint Graph swelled with delicious power.

Which was why Mordred loved it so much. That blessing could allow her to keep improving, make her bigger and stronger. It would allow her to reach limits previously undreamt of. Turn her body into a weapon, to the point that, eventually, Clarent would not be necessary.

And close the gaps between her and the people she admired and wished to defeat in equal measure.

The image of a flawless king appeared in her mind, making Mordred grunt as she redoubled her efforts.

Her current training consisted of her carrying a huge boulder on her back while walking up the steps of a mountain, with the ever-watchful eye of the Huntress measuring her progress. Her pride had stung when she had acquiesced to the idea of being trained by her, but she couldn’t deny that Atalanta knew what she was talking about. The woman was a harsh taskmaster, and honestly, Mordred wouldn’t have it any other way.

Unlike last time, in which she kept doing push-ups while maintaining the Amazon state for a full day to gauge her limits, this time, Atalanta told her to remain in her ‘base form’ for this exercise, to gauge her body’s natural limits.

It started getting annoying when she reached the top of the mountain, and Atalanta told her to go down and back up again.

She had done that damn walk at least three times already.

With the mid-afternoon sun bearing down on them, Mordred grunted as she re-adjusted her grip on the boulder, a bead of sweat rolling down to her chin and dropping on the ground, paving a faint trail of wet earth. The mountain top was not steep, and it was covered with the same density of foliage and trees as the forest below, so she had plenty of room to move at least.

It wasn’t until she reached the second-highest point in the area, for the third time today, that she started showing signs of exhaustion. Panting as the weight of her stony companion on her back began to bother her.

“Enough,” Atalanta called out, standing a few feet away from Mordred with her arms crossed. “We can stop here.”

Part of Mordred wanted to question it, brag about how she wanted to keep going. But she’d be lying if she said she still didn’t feel the aftereffects from last night. So she merely let out a long groan and threw the boulder with the strength she had left, breaking a tree to pieces just for being in its way.

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