Yes, but not without consequences...

Ritsuka was pulled away from the transformation of Medusa and Nightingale's fight over who'd claim ownership of the Oni's cock toa fight over who could slather it in more saliva by a confused, ragged moan from Mash. Turning back to the arousing appalling sight of his first Servant - and first friend at Chaldea - being molested by the minotaur, he saw that she was panting heavily to catch her breath as the beast pulled its fingers from her throat and yanked the tapered, phallic gourd from her pussy. "Wha-? OH!" Mash's eyes widened as the monster abruptly stuffed the ancient vibrator up her ass - wide end first. "Nngh~ I've n-never had anything u-up my ass before," she groaned, wiggling her hips as she got used to the unfamiliar intrusion, "so go s-slo- OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" Evidently not in the mood for much more foreplay, the minotaur instead worked the fat, bulbous end of Cleopatra's favourite sex toy* deep enough for it to stay put for a few seconds, let go and then slapped the protruding end hard enough for the whole thing to disappear into the demi-Servant's guts with a nasty schlop sound. Mash's orgasmic shriek was so loud that even Raikou's expression twitched in discomfort, the pink-haired girl's hips bucking and legs trembling as she squirted like a broken fire hydrant.

Raikou moaned happily as the minotaur pulled one of her legs up by the ankle and put her in a standing split pose while his free hand groped the still-cumming Mash's ass. Boudica snorted the werewolf's musk straight from his balls as Artoria got on her hands and knees to present her ass to him. Nightingale squatted in front of the Oni with her mouth open and tongue out, ass brushing the floor and legs wide open as a grinning Medusa prepared to guide the fat brute's fat cock down her gullet. Ritsuka grit his teeth and accepted the inevitable - that there was no way any of them would be breaking free on their own. By the power of my command seal... He closed his eyes and hoped for the best as Raikou began to moan, the first few inches of the minotaur's blunt-headed cock already bulldozing into her pussy. ...destroy your attackers! There was a wrenching feeling in his abdomen, a sizzling sensation from the red marks adorning the back of his hand, and before he knew it he was on the floor, head ringing and cock throbbing. Did... Did it not work? He blinked away some of the bleariness that clouded his vision and held up his hand to check.

Before he could ponder the sudden change in their shape, or even figure out if the pattern did have a part of it missing, he realised that the cries of his Servants had shifted in tone. Shaking his head to dispel most of the fog that had filled it, he staggered to his feet and braced himself against an empty display case. "W-Well, at least they're sort of fighting back," he muttered, looking at how his order had been interpreted by his bitchy, lustful Servants. And indeed, they'd at least turned the tables on the animated exhibits, even if their minds hadn't cleared up.

The Oni was now pinned down in an amazon press by Medusa, the Rider's body so overflowing with strength that she positively loomed over her suddenly-supine partner. "Fucking finally," she moaned to anyone listening, slamming her hips down hard enough for her expanded ass to audibly clap against his bloated balls, "I can actually use this Riding skill the way it's meant to be used!" Nightingale said nothing, her face buried too deep between his asscheeks for her words to be intelligible as she put her anatomy knowledge to good use by attacking his prostate with an expert, tongue-twirling rimjob.

Artoria grinned as she threw her hips back, pinning the werewolf against the wall with the **** of her movements while Boudica held its wrists out to the sides and shook her shoulders, smothering it's face with her head-dwarfing knockers.** "Come on, dog," she taunted him, taking a break from her **** to grind her ass against his crotch, "don't tell me that you can't handle this royal pussy! I guess I'll just have to have a copy of your 'holy lance' built into Dun Stallion's saddle so I can enjoy a version that can withstand me while I ride~" Boudica grinned and arched her back a little more, muffling the wolf-man's howls of indignation until he finally gave in to her unspoken demand and started slobbering and sucking on them.

Mash and Raikou didn't even bother speaking, just moaning happily as the minotaur found himself unable to stop himself pinning the Berserker in a mating press, her long legs wrapping tightly around his waist and preventing him from pulling all the way out. Mash planted her feet firmly on either side of Raikou's head and grabbed the beast's horns, pulling his face down the her dripping snatch and letting a mixture of pussy juice and monster spit drip into the MILF's open, greedy mouth as she **** him to eat her out. From the wild look in the demi-Servant's eyes and the way she licked her lips hungrily, the buzzing vibrator was evidently still lodged in her asshole.

Without warning, Medusa and Artoria slammed their hips down and back with enough **** to crack the surface their attackers-turned-victims were braced against, while the minotaur bellowed in discomfort as Raikou's legs squeezed. Three pairs of bloated, overfull balls visibly clenched and throbbed as the monsters began to unload into the velvet vice-grips of the three Servants' hot, wet pussies - before exploding into motes of light and leaving all six women holding, licking or bouncing on nothing but air. All of them groaned first in disappointment and then in disorientation as the oppressive heat of the mana in the air lifted slightly - sharp, hungry gazes softened slightly, cruel smirks replaced by calm smiles. "Well," Artoria sighed happily, her regal bearing returning as she rose to her feet, "that was satisfying."

"Maybe for you," Boudica replied, giving her fat, rock-hard nipples one last tug before her outfit reappeared, "I never even got a turn riding that red rocket, let alone a fat creampie!" Despite her accusatory tone, there was no real heat behind it, more teasing than anything.

"If the creatures we encountered on arriving are any indication," Nightingale reassured the redhead, "there will be plenty of enemies with obscenely oversized genitals and the willingness to use them ahead." Ritsuka cringed slightly at her words - not out of embarrassment, but because the room's mental influence had clearly only been lessened rather than dissipated by the defeat of the monsters within. "Yeah," Mash piped up, "and if there's not, there's plenty of hunky Servants back at Chaldea!" She froze like a deer in the headlights as all five women and her Master turned towards her. "A-At least," she stuttered, rubbing the back of her head, "I assume some of them could satisfy you..." Ritsuka held his breath, then relaxed as Boudica smirked and chuckled at Mash's embarrassment.

As they prepared to set off for the next floor, stretching and rematerialising their clothes, Ritsuka could clearly see their earlier mental changes simmering under the surface - whether it was the lewd, unnecessary stretches Nightingale was performing to avoid stiffness that her mana-based body couldn't suffer from, the way Mash kept taking longing looks at the remaining sex toys on display and muttering about how she'd need to get Cleopatra to teach her how to use them like a real slut would, or the way Boudica joked that Artoria ought to be known as the Queen of Bitches after so effortlessly taking the werewolf's knot. Even their outfits were skimpier than before - Boudica's shirt now knotted at the front instead of buttoned up, Medusa's dress cut to deliberately expose a swathe of her expanded ass whenever she bent over, Artoria's bodysuit now sporting a cleavage window for the upper and lower curve of her chest, the list went on.

Still, at least they'd forgotten about the cruel disregard they'd shown to him when the latest debacle had begun, and they didn't seem to have changed their clothes deliberately. Ritsuka weighed his options, decided that it wasn't worth trying to make them see how much their behaviour had changed while there was still work to do, and just sighed as he took his place at the centre of their formation. Now, if only Raikou didn't keep shooting hungry glances at his hard-on whenever she thought he wasn't looking...

Saint Graph Alterations Detected!

Status '????????' applied to Servants Artoria Pendragon (Lancer), Minamoto No Raikou (Berserker), and Medusa (Rider)!

New skill - 'Innocent' Whore - granted to Servants Artoria Pendragon (Lancer), Minamoto No Raikou (Berserker), Medusa (Rider), Boudica (Rider), Florence Nightingale (Berserker), and Mash Kyrielight/??? ??????? (Shielder)!

'Innocent' Whore (B~EX): Although none of them were particularly promiscuous in their lifetimes, suffering the corruption of the Tower of Depravity while human history is in flux has caused 'being a bitchy, shameless slut' to become a part of their histories, permanently altering their 'true selves' on the Throne of Heroes. This skill's rank fluctuates in strength depending on the virility of the men around them; at its basic rank, their libidos have increased and their inhibitions have reduced to the point where they no longer see anything wrong with lewd behaviour, regardless of the circumstances - at the highest possible rank, they enter a cock-craving frenzy and refuse to acknowledge orders and previous plans.

Footnotes

*Well, besides Julius Caesar and Marc Antony, anyway.

**Far from the first time she'd stuffed breasts into someone's mouth against their will, but certainly the least gruesome.