Something I made for  Draconatedz to go with his story

"I must say, for an Empress of China, you make a stellar pot of tea!" Cleopatra the VII, the stylish last Pharaoh of proper human history stated with a wry smile. Wu Zetian chuckled, sipping her own steaming cup with a curious look on her adorable face.

"I shall take that as a compliment, Queen of the Ptolemaic Dynasty. I like to keep my skills sharp, even if I have plenty of servants beckoning at hand and foot every hour of the day. Speaking of… I cannot help but notice you do not flex your authority much here in Chaldea." Wu's teacup clicked against its fancy saucer, as she gently placed her delicate hands in her small lap. Her sharp eyes cast over the Pharaoh seated across the table, taking in her flustered expression with glee.

"That's… well…" Cleo hesitated, wiggling around in her seat. It was true, she was both a Queen and a Pharaoh, so she had every right to throw her weight around as much as she pleased… However, she had been rather reserved since being summoned by her current Master, neither taking advantage of Chaldea's many human staff, nor the weaker, easier to boss around Servants. Wu found this odd, thus leading to her suggested tea time for a much needed discussion between fellow rulers.

"Is it perhaps that you feel… lesser than someone like myself? Just as an example, of course." Crossing her legs, the purple-haired Empress grinned, knowing her carefully chosen words were already getting to her prey.

"N-no, not at all! I see us… as equals, of course!" Cleopatra leaned forward in her chair, pressing her bountiful chest out in an attempt to show dominance. She wasn't fooling anyone, however, certainly not the crafty Assassin sitting comfortably across from her.

"Really? That's funny, because I do not. I see you as for what you are… a neglected bounty, prime for the taking by someone more deserving… by someone like me."

"…!" Cleo's breath was taken away as she slumped, depressed into her seat. Wu Zetian had already seen right through her facade… what a cunning and terrifying woman.

"Your 'husband', Julius Caesar… he wants nothing to do with you. Though you both have the joy of being reunited under a new lord, he still keeps his distance, only interacting when he is forced to… by you. I'm sure it hurts, doesn't it? To be cast aside? To be unwanted? That explains your meek demeanor, hardly befitting of one who rules over others." Wu was ruthless, tearing into the poor woman without a hint of hesitation, all with a smile on her face. Cleopatra grit her teeth, the strained look of despair on her face hardly befitting of the gorgeous beauty she was known throughout history for.

"S-so what? Is that what you called me here for? To belittle and insult me?! I… I won't stand for it!" The Assassin slammed her hands on the table, rattling the fine china, before jumping out of her seat to leave Wu's room posthaste. A curious chuckle from behind stopped her before she could exit the door, that overwhelming confidence and charisma sealing her fate.

"Fufufu~ Of course not, my dear. I invited you here for a once in a lifetime proposal. One that you only stand to gain from."

"What… what do you mean?" Cleo's long hair swished as she turned curtly, her eyes misty from nearly crying. Wu beckoned her closer with a wagging finger, her legs still crossed elegantly in her chair. With some trepidation, Cleo walked closer, standing above the Empress of China with her arms crossed under those deliciously full breasts of hers.

"What you desire is not what history thinks of you. You do not desire authority, nor do you wish to rule over others. What you want is love. Love I can grant you. Not Julius Caesar, but me… Wu Zetian. Doesn't that sound nice?" The Empress' grin was stretched ear to ear as she spoke, the playful tone she uttered almost leading Cleo to believe she must be joking. But as she gazed into those beautiful, captivating eyes, something told her this was no jest. Wu Zetian was being very serious and sincere right now, a rarity for one in a position of such power.

"Are you toying with me? You will love me? But that's… we hardly- "

"Shhhh… you are listening to your brain right now, when you should be following your heart. Take a good, long look at me, and ask your heart what you should be doing." Wu's suggestion was queer, but strangely, it made sense to the heartbroken girl. As she gazed at the Empress, her heart began to flutter. Wu Zetian truly was gorgeous, but there was more to her beauty than simply being beautiful. Her attitude, her demeanor, her mannerisms, her cadence… it all combined to make a formidable woman like no other. One who stood above all. One who could take hold of those below her, and make them into her own… like she was doing right now to Cleopatra.

"Ufufufu, you see, my dear Cleo? You are already kneeling before me~"

"A-ah…" She was right. In her assessment and evaluation of Wu, she had knelt down to better observe her, and as she knelt before her Queen, all became clear. This was her place. Below her. Serving her. Pleasing her. But… but that wasn't right! She was Queen Cleopatra VII! If anything, she should be kneeling before her, not the other way around!

"Mmm, I love that last look of defiance in your eyes. Let me guess, you're too proud to serve someone else? A Pharaoh like you, bowing down to me? Ridiculous! Except, there is nothing strange about that in a couple's relationship. With love, you are either giving or receiving, there is both a dominant and submissive party. By engaging in love, you are opening yourself up to being taken advantage of by the other. In other words, you are kneeling before me… like you are right now! Kahahaha!"

To most, Wu's speech was just common sense. Love could not be obtained without putting yourself in a position of vulnerability. To Cleopatra, however, it was a revelation. What Wu was offering her was not a typical relationship. It was a contract. To bind her as her slave of love. In being open and upfront about her intentions, she eliminated the most dreadful aspect of love… the uncertainty of it all. She could devote herself eternally to her husband Caesar, and never receive anything back for it. However, in allowing herself to be used by Wu, in giving up her position as Queen and Pharaoh, she was assured to be loved as an object… she would be used however her empress saw fit. She would be loved, with no strings attached…

"So? What is your answer, Cleopatra VII? Will you accept my love? Will you devote yourself to your Queen? Will you kneel before the better woman?"

"I…" Cleo's lips quivered, as she fell to her hands, bowing her head before a true Queen. "Yes… I will accept… your love…"

"Mm, saying that is all well and good, but I will require proof before I accept you into my thrall." Wu plainly stated while rising to her feet. The tiny Empress towered over Cleo, a sadistic smile on her sharp yet adorable face. Bending down, she cupped the Assassin's chin, before bringing her gaze up to lock eyes. The disgraced Pharaoh gulped, her body quivering from the orders she was about to receive from her new owner.

"Y… yes, my Queen. Anything you want…"

"Good, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. I'm feeling hungry after tea, and have my eyes set on one dish in particular. Go and fetch your little friend Nitocris, and bring her directly to me. You are going to hand feed her to me. Doesn't that sound fun? Fufufu~" Wu's tongue dragged across her lips as her fingers slid up Cleo's cheek, settling in a gentle pat on the dark-haired beauty's head. The Pharaoh blinked, confused by her command. She wanted to… to eat Nitocris? But, that was…

"Oh no, no, no Cleo… that won't do at all. When your Queen gives you an order, you are not to think about it… you just do it. I see you still have some of that stubborn free will embedded in your rotten brain, I will have to take care of that later~ For now, go and fetch my feast. You do not want to keep your lover waiting, do you?"

Without another word, Wu turned tail and walked away, laying down on her extravagant bed to wait for the arrival of her grand feast. Cleo remained a heap on the floor for a moment, before picking herself up, her mind reeling at the weight of her heavy first orders. Could she really betray someone she was fond of, just like that? Just for the promise or love? She considered refusing her, but before she knew it, she was already walking towards Nitocris' quarters. What was she doing? Was she really going to do this? To throw her friend under the bus to please her new, cruel mistress?

*Knock, knock, knock, knock*

No, she couldn't do this! This was wrong! She would have to just… to just refuse her love. Love gained with the sacrifice of another wasn't love, it was… it was…

"Oh, hello Cleopatra! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?" Kind and cheery, the dark-skinned Pharaoh greeted her unexpected guest with a smile. Cleo's mind blanked as she stuttered, unsure what to say to someone who was about to be reduced to food for another.

"W… would you like to have tea with us? Back in Wu's room, I mean…"

"Tea? With you and Miss Zetian? O-of course, I would be honored! Give me a moment to make myself more presentable…" The door clicked shut briefly as Nitocris fixed her hair and made sure her makeup was on point, it wasn't every day she got to hang out with two women she greatly admired and looked up to! What a waste of effort, Cleopatra thought morbidly, when she was just going to be messily swallowed down like nothing in a few minutes. The Caster returned, looking more adorable and beautiful than ever, beauty that would soon be snuffed out for the pleasure of her hungry Queen.

"I apologize for the wait! Let's go~"

"Yes… let's go." As the duo walked together, Cleo continued to debate internally with herself. What was wrong with her? Had Wu cast a spell upon her, to force her to do her bidding? While the spell was not magic in nature, indeed, she had used the most powerful black magic to capture her heart. Love was a fickle thing that ignored the sensibility of humans and Servants alike. She knew what she was doing was wrong, and yet, Cleo still did it, she was still going to kill the innocent girl next to her, all in an attempt to get in the good graces of her master.

"Ooh, I'm nervous… I hope I don't say anything to upset Miss Zetian. She seems so easy to offend. Will you assist me, should I embarrass myself, oh great Cleopatra VII? I would be eternally in your debt if so…" Nitocris was such a sweet girl, despite her own position of power. She was always doubting herself as a ruler, showing submission and reverence for the other Pharaohs around her. She was no different than Cleo, the Assassin mused, the only difference was she was not going to be loved, she was going to be used to further her own love. A cruel joke indeed.

"Worry not, Nitocris, for I shall guide you. Leave everything to me…" there was dual meaning to the Pharaoh's promise, a fact that would become all too clear very soon. Nitocris nodded, happy to have the support of the woman she admired, no, worshiped most. The Caster's devotion went deeper than even Cleo herself was aware of, something that would weigh heavy on her mind if only she knew. The two arrived at Wu Zetian's domain, and entered immediately, Nito gulping nervously as the small lady rose from her bed to greet them.

"It's about time! Cleo, dear, I am famished! Well, go on then, get to feeding your Queen. Ahhhhhhhh…" Wu did not even bother greeting her other guest, who was confused, to say the least. The dark-skinned girl's expression said it all, she had no idea what was about to happen to her.

"Erm… h-hello, Miss Zetian! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance! I am Nitocris, a humble Pharaoh, at your service! I… understand we'll be having tea together today…?" Nito blabbed awkwardly, a nervous bead of sweat dripping down her cheek as Wu ignored her, just standing there with her mouth wide open. The Empress' brow furrowed, a vein of anger bulging on her smooth forehead from her lack of patience when it came to being fed what she wanted.

"… Ahem! I said ahhhhhhhh!" The Queen's heel grinded against the floor, as she shot Cleopatra a dirty look. The Assassin blushed, knowing full well what she expected her to do, but feeling so much shame from the prospect of her actions. Nitocris' confusion only grew, as she gently tapped her friend on the back, looking for guidance from the wrong person entirely.

"Miss Cleo, what should we do? It would seem she wants something? Do you know what to give her?" The girl's clueless whisper hurt, Cleo felt a tinge of regret in her heart as she positioned herself behind her cute friend, gripping her shoulders with some force. Her expression darkened behind her bangs, as she steeled herself for the first betrayal that would lead her down the dark road of love, paved with the blood of countless others.

"Eh? Um, Miss Cleo, what are you-"

"Silence!! You would dare speak in the presence of Queens?! Know your place, you worthless knave!!" The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, as Nitocris' rabbit ears drooped. What had she done to upset Cleopatra so much?! Wu grinned in delight as Cleo flexed her authority on her behalf. It was fitting to see her act like a Queen, even if it was only in pursuit of serving another.

"Y… yes, my apologies! Please forgive me…" Nito whimpered, bowing her head to Wu in shame. A rough shove from behind pushed her forward, directly in front of Wu Zetian, who was still just standing there with her jaw hung slack.

"Groooowll…" Wu's stomach was speaking up, making its emptiness known to all present. Nitocris looked even tastier up close, her shiny, dark skin reminding her of a chocolate covered piece of meat. Wu's stomach simply couldn't wait any longer, as it began to fill up with bubbling stomach acid, anticipating digestion of such a beautiful, scrumptious woman. This also affected her taste buds as a trail of drool slid down the side of her cheek, indicating her hunger for the marbled cut of Pharaoh standing before her.

"Apologies aren't good enough, Nitocris. I'm afraid you will have to show you are sorry with that delicious body of yours." Cleopatra's orders were stated rather matter-of-factly, as if should be obvious to the oblivious girl. Nitocris squeaked as she was shoved forward, her face meeting with the small Queen's stretched lips lewdly. Wu's hot breath coated her as they shared a one-sided kiss, that tiny, ravenous maw spreading over her furiously blushing face without hesitation.

"Wh-what?! M-Miss Wu, what are yoummphfff?!" Wu Zetian did not give her time to think, as she consumed her meal with utter glee. Her flawless teeth scraped over that scrumptious dark skin, her dripping drool sullying and matting the Pharaoh's royal blue and yellow hair. Her rabbit ears were pressed down and stuffed inside, as Cleo hefted the curvy girl up from behind, lifting her to better assist her Queen in her sizable feast.

"Mmhmmhmm~" Wu moaned in delight, her arms crossed behind her back as she lifted not a single finger to consume her flavorful catch. Her throat stretched with the girl's fearful expression, before the lump traveled past her flat chest cavity, and into the royal stomach's chambers. Wu had switched out to her most loose fitting attire while waiting for her thrall's return, expecting her stomach to swell quite nicely with the Caster's ample meat. It would be a shame to ruin one of her favorite dresses, so this simple purple dress with blue and yellow trimmings would have to do.

"C-Cleopatra!! Help!! She's… she's eating me!!!" Nitocris was terrified as she passed through tight, pulsating rings of flesh, her curvy body coated in drool and slime. The sounds of Wu's innards were disgusting, topped only by her pleased moans from tasting her skin. What sort of monster got off from partaking in the flesh of others?! This was blasphemy! No matter how much she wiggled her breasts or buckled her hips, however, Nitocris only continued sliding further down.

Her sizable breasts were most pleasurable to suck on, a fact made known to her with the Empress' excessive munching and chewing. Her teeth dug into her hardened nipples and the soft, dark flesh that surrounded them, even through the thin clothes that barely covered them. Cleo watched with a strained joy as her Queen savored her meal, the look of pure satisfaction on her face most infectious. The more her Queen enjoyed eating her, the more Cleo wanted to continue feeding her. She found herself happily shoving against Nito's fat butt, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh that Wu was sure to enjoy.

Is this what it means to serve? My queen's happiness is my own… I see. Licking her lips, Cleo gripped both of Nitocris' thick legs, halting her struggles almost entirely. This let her get a nice view of Wu's advancing maw, as it slid over Nito's sexy, bare back with ease. The rest of her feast was a cinch, disappearing all too fast, all the way up to those wide cheeks. Wu's eyes locked with Cleo as she opened wide, taking a big bite of both her rump and her sex, a chomp to make the poor girl squirm something fierce. Cleo felt a jolt of desire through her own soaked crotch, as her Queen's mouth was stuffed with the Pharaoh's juicy backside.

"O-oh my…" Finally letting go and falling to her knees, Cleo watched with a mix of disgust and fascination as Nitocris' legs were slurped inside all at once, like two oversized noodles. Wu used her tongue to drag her feet inside, gulping them down together without much effort. Her gut was enormous now, filled to the brim behind her stretched dress, and ripe with fresh struggles. Cleo blinked absentmindedly as the Empress wiped the excess drool from her mouth, her lips curved into a most pleased grin. She cast her eyes down to the kneeling cow who so happily fed her dear friend to her, like a lover would chocolates on Valentine's day.

"Kahaha… What's the matter, Cleo? Aren't you going to show her some love before she's all used up?"

"Show her some love? But I- mmmphh??" Cleo was shocked as her Queen's gut collided with her face, the soft yet solid bulge encompassing her almost entirely. At first, she couldn't tell what she was brushing up against, but upon closer inspection, it was actually Nitocris' strained face, her fearful expression showing through the tautly stretched skin! Cleopatra blushed for a moment, before leaning in close, their lips almost touching.

"N… Nitocris, can you hear me?"

"Cllewoo!! Helmmpf!! It's swoo hwot and sthicky in hwere!! She's gonna digest mhwee!!" Nito's words were accompanied by strained GLRNNNNS and GWOOORPS, heavy digestive white noise that said she didn't have much time left before she was going to be melted down into a slurry. Cleo would have to put aside her shame if she was going to show her love, one last time before her expiration. The Pharaoh's lips quivered as she gripped the gurgling belly from both sides gently, bunching the gutslut up and holding her still.

"It's okay, Nitocris. Cleopatra is here for you. Mmmwah~" The Caster was shocked when she felt her lips lock with another, even with layers of flesh in the way between them. Cleopatra was… was kissing her?! Suddenly, the imminent threat of digestion seemed so far away, as their mouths mashed against each other, in a hot and sloppy kiss. Nito squirmed involuntarily, both from the tingling acids dripping down her dark skin, and the embarrassment of being smooched by her idol, even despite the ridiculous circumstances surrounding it.

"Kehehe, so cute~ Keep showing your love, you shameless cow!" Wu barked from above, enjoying the feeling of her tummy being kissed and worshiped. Cleo's love spread not only to the girl stewing away in her depths, but also to her Queen's iron stomach, a torture device she loved to put to good use whenever possible. This exchange of love went on for a while, before all three parties began to realize the end was nigh.

"What's this? Melting already? HUUUUURRBBPPHH!! Kahaha, so weak~ I would have thought a Pharaoh would keep me full for longer!" Wu's stomach tightened around her prey, the Pharaoh growing soft from her prolonged dip inside another Servant. Cleo had gotten so into their extended make out session, she didn't even realize the shape she was squeezing and smooching was only barely human shaped at this point.

"Ghhmphhh… Cweeooooh…" Nitocris groaned, her words shaky and strained. Her body was losing shape, on the verge of breaking down into golden dust, but she still wanted more love… more love from Cleopatra VII, the most beautiful woman she knew. With a sad smile, Cleo nuzzled her cheek against Nito's, her lips pressing against the creamy swell that was the Pharaoh's mushy lips one last time. With one last kiss, Wu thrust her hips forward, smashing her gut into the face of her slave. Cleo heard a sickening crunch, as Wu Zetian's belly broke down to a smooth sphere of sloshing meat. The cruel Empress sighed in delight, letting another rolling belch pass through her parted lips.

"Oh yeaaaah, that's the stuff~ Eeuuuooouurrraaaphhhhh~~~" Wu's body was greedier than most. Though the golden embers of Nitocris' existence wanted to escape with the hearty burp, the Assassin would not allow it, keeping the consumed Servant's power and history all for herself. The Throne of Heroes encountered an anomaly, as the Pharaoh Nitocris' data could not be updated. This led to errors and upsets, forcing the automated system to default to the most practical fix for situations such as these, when one spirit origin consumed and assimilated another so thoroughly and completely.

Wu Zetian's data overrode and replaced Nitocris completely, like a new owner purchasing a used copy of a game. The kind yet stern Pharaoh was erased and replaced with the haughty Empress, now permanently fatter off her royal feast. Wu Zetian would answer all summons meant for the Pharaoh, as if she never existed to begin with. Cleo basked in the radiance of her now rotund queen, who looked even more captivating and alluring with more meat on her bones. Come to think of it, she had grown fond of Caesar's hefty proportions over time as well… did she perhaps have a thing for bigger people?

"Cleopatra! Get your head out of the clouds! My bigger ass demands a throne!" Pointing to her feet, Cleo snapped to it, responding with a quick 'Yes ma'am!!' before kneeling on all fours below her. Wu grinned an evil grin as she lowered her jiggly, full cheeks atop the back of her shivering servant, feeling the relief of her doubled weight vanishing instantly. She crossed her legs and leaned her head back, chuckling in delight at the sloshy, soupy gut still poking out in front of her.

"Fufufu~ The first of many conquests! You're going to feed me more, right my dear Cleopatra? That's the only way you're getting more love from me!"

"O-of course, my Queen! Who would you like next?" A good question. With so many fellow Kings and Queens left to overthrow, she had her pick of the litter with who to target next. And it didn't have to just be her. She would appreciate more meat on her plaything's bones as well. But her old identity as a Pharaoh… that simply didn’t suit her anymore.

*Snap*

With the snap of her fingers, Cleopatra began to change, her very being being rewritten from the ground up. Her beautiful, stylish Egyptian attire shifted, becoming drab, dark robes that covered her chunky form. Her hair lightened to an aged grey color, while her already pale skin became even fairer. Her transformation was complete once a long black veil draped over her face, sealing away her beauty for anyone other than her Queen to lay her eyes upon. The Servant once known as Cleopatra VII was reduced to another torturer that lived to please the Empress, just like the rest of the attendants in her service.

This too was another form of absorption, not entirely dissimilar from Nitocris' untimely ingestion and digestion. Cleopatra's spirit origin was taken in and transformed, handing over all her rights as a Servant to Wu Zetian. Just like Nitocris, Wu would be answering any and all summons for Cleopatra VII, the only difference being that she would be present as more than just ass and gut fat padding the Queen's extremely shapely lower half.

"Mhm, you turned out very good! I can hardly tell you were once a Pharaoh, let alone a Queen! Fufufu, you'll fit in well with all the other transformed Servants, my tasty little slave~" Wu's hand slapped the nameless torturer's backside, sending her sizable cheeks into a jiggling frenzy as she reclined upon her back. The woman said nothing, continuing to bow her head with a neutral expression, hidden behind her dark veil. Cleopatra was indistinguishable from the other torturers, who were also once mighty heroes famous throughout history, and would remain so for the rest of the foreseeable future.

Such was the fate of all who fell to the temptations of love from the devilish little Queen, whose hunger would one day consume the world.

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