The aftermath of the last brawl left the entire art museum a mess. Valuable art pieces on display were damaged, most of which in the room were completely destroyed. The corpses of dead wyverns slowly evaporate into the air, leaving a horrible scent. Da Vinci mourns the destroyed pieces of work and sulks in a corner while Archer accepts the losses as per the usual.

Past the pile of rubble, two women and the master can be seen. One with blonde hair tied into a braid and another with their hair at a lighter tone cut at shoulder length. Looking the two women, you could see the similarities in both their clothes and their faces. You could say that they were sisters at first glance, but in reality they weren't related at all.

Jeanne de Arc with her banner raised at her side, stares down the colapsed and exhausted woman on the ground who wears her skin. The servant they called Jeanne Alter, cackles at how her last stand turned out. Defeat at the hands of her original once more. The feeling was awful. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't surpass the original model she was made after.

“Ahaha… so you win again? I nearly had you, but you just had to be on the same side as that damnable master of yours.”

“By the lord’s will, I will stand by him. He's the future of mankind, our last hope to save humanity from extinction.”

The beautiful blonde saint turns toward him with a smile, but notices something seemed a bit off about him. Fujimaru’s eyes twitched, his fists were clenched remembering the painful ordeal he went through at the leyline. Electricity cracked from the summoning circle and his eyes were full of the ambition of spawning the dragon witch from Mashu’s catalyst.

But no matter how hard he tried, she did not appear… He reached a boiling point of anger for all his efforts gone to waste.

“M… my quartz…!”

“Master? What's the matter? You look exhausted. Has the battle gotten to you?”

“Give back my quartz!”

In the surge of his rage, the red tattoo on his hand burns brightly as he makes a fist. Both servants look on at him, the one bleeding on the ground feeling a special kind of amusement.

“Pfft! That's your loss dumbass! Perhaps if you were a more suitable magus or had a better catalyst, you would have pulled off your summon! Who the hell would care about your shitty rainbow gems anyway?”

But even then, summoning a heroic spirit like this pseudo copy of Jeanne would be impossible. Or perhaps Fujimaru should have asked Gilles de Rias to help him. The insane and intolerable man who was the sole reason this beautiful abomination of Jeanne de Arc existed in the first place. But the thought probably never occurred to him to call Gilles. He is insane after all. Then again, if you try to summon a problem servant like her to your side, you're insane yourself.

She rolls her head on the ground gigging, amused. To think that ignoring the wishes of others to contract with them would be so much fun!

“Master…”

Jeanne’s brow wrinkled as her devotion to her master hit a wall that she never thought that she would deal with. Betrayal…

“You summoned for my counterfeit!? How could you!? You know she has nothing to do with me! Master, are you listening to me?”

The incoming nagging does not stall what was about to come from said master’s mouth. Jeanne knew what this aura was, and it wasn't good. He wasn't listening to a word that was said by his own servant, all he heard was the heckling from the one servant that rejected him. He could not bear the pain any longer.

“By my command seal, devour the enemy servant!”
“Eat Jeanne Alter!”

“What? Master what are you doing!?”

The braided saint, receiving a bind spell to follow orders, walks toward the corpse of the downed copy of her image, picking her up. She could resist the command seal if she wanted to. After all, she was a Ruler. The control of command spell would not have much effect on her, but something inside her told her to follow along.

“You can't be serious! You dirty fetishist! This is why I wanted nothing to do with you! Hey you! You not going through with this, are you? Even I know you're better than that!”

A loud gurgle echoed from her armor plated belly, drowning out the words of the fake. Jeanne was hungry. She used a lot of mana in the previous hours fighting battle after battle for her master and needed a refill. Without a second thought, she opened her mouth and brought the distressed Jeanne Alter inside.

“Goddammit! Fuck you! I lost any glimmer of respect I had for you! You're just as bad as him!”

The words vibrated through Jeanne’s collarbone as she rushed the other servant inside of her. Her throat undulates and squeezes the corrupted copy of her through the tight tunnel while her jaw stretches over her immobilized body, fitting whatever it could into those growing cheeks. Her strength was immense even when hungry, lifting the meal upside down in the air and shoving her bottom down her gluttonous throat. A lick or two grazed her crotch somewhat, embarrassing the poor victim who was doomed to an awful.

There was no need to taste her. She wanted to get this over with quickly, then scold her master for all that he did. Though she was tempted to sneak another lick or two… Her stomach bloated up and pressured the armored plate to the point where it made a loud bursting noise, falling to the ground and evaporating into gold dust. Jeanne took one last slurp on those armored legs and gulped the remainder of her prey like a sinkhole. She gazed down at her taut belly and strokes it with both hands. The skin was rippling from the gas and movement going on within. It seems her stomach was already getting to work on her helpless dinner…

“I can't believe this! Release me right now! I won't accept this way of going out!”

“URRRRRRAAAP!”

Covering a belch, Jeanne blushed as her little food child writhed in her belly with futility.

“It's too late to fight your sentence. I don't like this idea myself, but by my master’s orders I bound you to my stomach.”

“Ha! This was a great back up plan after all! If I can't have her, I'll just add her body to this Jeanne! That way, I technically still get her! Eat acid, you ungrateful bitch!”

The master celebrates in triumph. All that quartz didn't go to waste after all… not really. He's still deeply heartbroken. He then gets a very sour look from his own Jeanne.

“For you to summon for such a horrible image of me, work our bodies overtime, blow our resources and then resort to involving me in such a horrible final act, I won't let you off without punishment master!”

“What the hell is going out there? What did he say!? I'll kill him! I’ll kill you too! I’ll gut both of you with my spears, burn your bodies to ashes, and parade both of your servered heads on my-GAH!! Uggh...”

One powerful clench silenced the dragon witch in the depths of the saint’s body. One strong enough to crack her bones ran through every muscle in the ruler’s abdominals. She then crosses her arms and walk towards Fujimaru.

“Perhaps I should put you in there when I’m done with her.”

“Oh… umm no thank you I’m good for now. I’m so sorry Jeanne!”

“We’ll see about that when we get home. I follow you to save humanity, the two of us get closely bonded to one another and then you do all this! You’re not getting off without some form of punishment! I'll have you make it up to me and all our allies for betraying our trust!”

Oh… someone is in trouble now...

A commission for clydexj9

He wanted Jeanne with a stomach filled with Jeanne Alter. Seems very suspicious to me with the FGO Jeanne Alter banner being recent! But hey, I skipped her summon banner since I didn't find her to be worth the hype. The majority of people rolled for her edge lord attitude, memes and lazy gameplay. Which is a shame for those who are actually a real fan of her. I feel really bad for her true fans. But, hey I prefer OG Jeanne anyway so it's not my problem is it?

The story was a little extra quickie I felt like writing up. I doubt it has any real polish to it since it only took a few hours.

So did any of you lot roll for Fake Jeanne? I know at least 15 people who did…
If not, it would be neat to know who you saved for.

Artist-san: Feel free to say whatever you like. Try not to roleplay here though. It'll make you look creepy as hell. Feel free to not care though. Its not like I'm going to reply to that stuff. If it's criticism, hopefully it'll be fair, helpful, unbiased opinions. Otherwise don't expect to be taken seriously. Don't worry too much about me though, I won't bite. Just relax and be down to earth.

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