Fate Grand Order: An Unlikely Form Of Bonding ( private)

[Liliel]

It was quite a view as a group of people made there way through a old but thoroughly ruin modern Tokyo. A group of women all dressed in different clothing and of different ages and even nationalities made there way down the street. Foot steps of different types suck and boots, heels, sandals and even hooves could be heard. Leading the group was a women in admittingly tight but well made black armour riding huge black armoured horse. Behind her was a women with hair dressed in a bridal dress carrying what looked like a large mace. Behind them there was a pair of girls roughly the same age. One in white with orange hair and a white haired girl in black armour carrying a large shield. Then the back of the group consisted of a gorgeous kimono wearing white haired women, a pale swordswomen with yellow eyes, a red head with white clothing a sword and round shield and lastly a women with long blonde hair and white silver armour weilding a spear with a flag on it.

The women in the lead spoke up after a bit. " Are you sure you saw a caster in this area Fran? " She asked the rather quiet red head. As one would expect from a child like person Frankenstein nodded but gave a adorable pout as if she was upset that she wasn't being trusted. The mounted women sighed from under her helm. " Don't give me that face. I'm not saying I don't believe you I'm just asking to be sure. " She explained before a sudden sound went off and a blinding blast of purple Mana hit the area and a odd gas was kicked up. Thankfully most everyone was fine. Frankenstein was banged up a tad and the orange haired girl had been suddenly tacked to the ground by the red head with the sword and shield however.

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"Its not as if this would be the first time she has lead us astray." The yellow eyed swordswoman added to the conversation, referring to Fran's deception in London. As usual, she payed no mind to the fact she was being a bit cruel to another member of the group.

As the magic impacted, Boudica was already in motion. She pulled her master to the ground, raising holding her shield up above them and channeling protective magical energy around her master. The impact didn't seem to do any actual damage, however, and she quickly helped her master to her feet covering her mouth as she breathed in the poisonous gas. The master seemed a bit shaken by the sudden tackle, but was quickly regaining herself, even if she was coughing just like the rest of them. "Ah...I feel like I can barely stand..." she murmured, leaning hard on Boudica, and the redhead couldn't help but agree. She had some degree of magic resistance, but they needed to get out of this cloud. "Mash, get her out of here! We'll deal with the enemy servants!" she commanded. The pink haired girl obediently snatched up the rapidly weakening master and ran from the cloud of smoke, shield raised protectively.

Salter covered her mouth, coughing as smoke engulfed the area. Her magic resistance was strong, but her visor didn't cover her mouth and she didn't know what this magical fog could be causing. She felt her muscles weaken a bit as she breathed it in, but her powerful Saber magic resistance mitigated it a good degree. "The enemy must be near. Find them! Master is in danger!" she yelled angrily. With a powerful flex of her legs, she leaped atop a ruined building, out of the smoke and in search of a the one responsible.

A moment later, however, she learned that the caster wasn't alone as an arrow slammed into her side from out of nowhere. It pierced right through a joint in her armor, and she growled in pain as she felt its poison seeping into her. Clutching her wound, she angrily scanned for signs of either attacker.

Jeanne found herself barely holding onto her banner as the smoke washed over her. She had no magic resistance, and poison was rapidly soaking into her veins. Her protective magics weren't useful against this sort of attack, either. She needed to get out of this, to help the others. She stumbled forward, nearly choking in the poison. She could feel her already not impressive limbs losing strength, and she fell onto her knees, coughing hard. She felt her insides churning as all her muscles felt significantly weaker. "Please Lord, let the others be alright..." she whispered quietly. She was definitely the weakest to this particular attack, but anyone else without defenses against it would likely be suffering badly.

[Liliel]

Musashi was quick to chase down the source of the arrow since she had seen where it was shot from. Much like her fellow saber she had mostly shrugged off the actual magic but the gas had indeed gotten to her but true to who she was she took advantage of the fact she seen where the arrow had came from and as fast as she could she closed in and unleashed on the attacker. She wanted to ND it quickly as her body was growing sluggish. Thankfully her quick action actually paid off and with her target down she retreated back to join Mash and her master.

Frankenstein who lacked good defense and magic resistance retreated as well and took Ruler with her. Lifting her up over her shoulder with minor effort and running as fast as she could to her master's side much like a lover worried about there significant other. She of course was a bit rough on the trip which made Ruler bounce a tad on her shoulder and Frankenstein had to consistently fix her grip near her waist.

Lancer or as she is truly known Artoria feel from her now weakened horse and then with great effort stood back up. Her hose desummoned itself and out of rage she fired Mana from her spear twords the caster who had attacked them in a weird twist she made sure she was blocking any attacks that could hit her younger self who was directly behind her.

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Salter growled as her older self interposed her body between Salter and her target. But she was feeling pretty weak from the wound and the poison already, so with a frustrated growl of "Next time stay out of my way!" she retreated, following the woman who took down her target. As she and Musashi caught up with Mash and their master, it was easy to see why they had caught up so fast. Mash was kneeling on the ground, panting with effort as all the strength seemed to be leaving her body. There was a disposed injector beside their master, and she looked better, at least. She was fussing over Mash, trying to so something to help her. But they were getting nowhere, and with a roar a berserker, shadowy and unidentifiable like the rest of their foes, charged out of the alleys towards them.

"Defend her!" Salter shouted, leaping forward and interposing herself between the charging berserker and her master. It crashed into her, her blade lancing out and piercing its side. But her strike was weak, her poisoned muscles failing her, and she was flung aside by its charge. She slammed into a nearby ruin with a groan, feeling the warmth of blood and perhaps something else as she struggled to stand.

Jeanne let out an eep of surprise as Fran scooped her up. Being carried like this did not feel good. Her already weakened muscles felt like they were getting bruised with ever little impact. At a particularly hard one, she felt a small lump of poo push its way into her lacy panties, and she gasped in surprise. That couldn't have just happened. Surely she was imagining things.

As the duo approached their master, they saw the pair of sabers engaging a berserker. Or moreso getting beaten up by a berserker. "Don't worry about me...help them..." Jeanne mumbled, though she wasn't sure if Fran was much better off than her from the poison that was slowly running through their veins.

Meanwhile, Boudica stumbled out of the fog, looking around. She grimaced as she saw Artoria still in the poisonous fog, simply breathing even more of it in in order to attack the caster. She watched the lance of energy spear the offending caster, but the conjured image vanished in a poof of smoke. The sound of laughter drew both women's eyes to the figure of the caster stepping out from behind a pile of ruined cars. "Yes, yes, drink deeply of my smoke..." it said, its voice chilling and evil. It raised its hand, and a pair of magical blasts shot towards Artoria.

Despite her weakened muscles, Boudica rushed forward. She raised her shield, a number of spiked shields joining it as she called upon one of the abilities of her noble phantasm. It wasn't the whole chariot, but her spike shields took the impact of both magical blasts, and she landed on the other side of the smoke, glancing back to make sure Artoria was still fine within the purple fumes.

[Liliel]

Musashi hit the ground hard but was back up shortly after only to get hit with Salter who had literally been toss at her by her leg. This effectively pinned Musashi down and with her current weakened state she couldn't get up. " Well this sucks. " She growned as she did her best to see if the pale swordswomen laying on her was ok. Looking her over showed she had a busted ankle but besides that she really only had a cut above one of her eyes. By this point however regardless of how wounded they where they couldn't fight.

Frankenstein set Jeanne down with Mash and her master and activated her galvinism to try and power up and stall the foe. She had seemingly been weakening slower then the others likely do to what she actually was. With a growl she slammed her mach into the other berserker's left side and used bridal chest to blast it with lightning. While this happened there master got a message from the home. " Hello? It's me caster. I'm getting weakening signals from you all. Is something wrong? What's going on do you need support? " She asked having taken over support with Roman gone.

Artoria panted. Her helm and most of her chest armour was wrecked so her face could been seen and Boudica saw anger. Artoria raised her spear and with all the Mana she had left aside from her life Mana she used her noble Phantasm to lever both the area in front of her as well as the enemy caster. With that down she fell backwards and hit the ground. Boudica took note of a small puddle forming under the busty plae blonde.

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Salter groaned. "Damn this bastard and his unfair magic. Making your opponent unable to move is absolutely ridiculous!" she tried to stand, but couldn't manage it. "I can't even feel my legs anymore..." she muttered angrily. Unbeknownst to her and her numb limbs, warmth was still flowing into her armor. It have overrun her underwear and now flowed down her legs, spilling out of the cracks in her armor and onto the other Saber trapped below her. Musashi could feel the warm results of Salters accident, even if the one having the accident could not.

Looking up from Mash, the master replied, "We found the targets. But we've all been badly poisoned. The enemy is nearly dealt with, or at least I hope so." she glanced up at the berserker fighting with Frankenstein. "We're going to need picked up though. No way we can keep going like this."

Jeanne struggled to her feet from her sitting position, but her weak muscles simply resulted in her falling back onto her bottom with a wet squish. The exertion forced another messy lump into her panties, and she gasped aloud. This couldn't be happening, she was a Saint! But she could feel the warm mess against her bottom and couldn't deny it anymore. As Fran struck the berserker, it let out a powerful roar, and Jeanne found herself helplessly peeing, a puddle rapidly forming beneath her as the slightest contraction of her bladder muscles in fear pushed everything out. She tried to stop peeing, but there was no strength left in any of her muscles to stop it.

The berserker lashed out, slamming Frankenstein right in the stomach with a powerful impact. But support was there. The master reached out with healing magic, giving Fran a bit of durability to keep her going. Jeanne, despite her mortification, raised her banner from the ground and called upon her god, a divine beam descending upon the berserker and momentarily stunning it.

Boudica rushed forward towards the fallen Artoria, holding her breath as she entered the fumes. She struggled to pull the unconscious woman, but with her weakened muscles she couldn't manage, even with partially broken armor. She felt her bowels reacting to the strain, however, and with a pained groan she pushed a soft, mushy load into her white underwear. It sagged down significantly, and as she was still going she realized she had to do something. Kneeling down, she removed the rest of the broken pieces of Artoria's armor, checking her body for any wounds and channeling mana into them to help them recover. Then she pulled the cape from her neck and did her best to hold it over Artoria's mouth and nose to try and block the poison while still allowing her to breath. It was getting harder to hold her own breath, but it was all she could do until they were extracted or help arrived.

[Liliel]

Musashi blinked. " You ok? You umm. " She stated pointing out the puddle under them and that it was Salter's doing. Musashi growned suddenly as she took a small shot to her stomach when then shocked saber jolt in shock. This jump started Musashi's issue and she wound up accidentally adding to the puddle. " Your kidding....." She whined before actually passing out.

Frankenstein growled and again slammed her mace into her foe but this time and added not only her lightning but also aimed for it's head. With a heavy slam her foe dropped and faded. Frankenstein then suddenly dropped her mace and feel onto her knees and went limp. Her beautiful dress was dirty now but in her current stated the child like berserker pushed a mess into her equally lovely white panties though she seemed more confused by the feeling then embrassed like everyone else.

At this point a gate opened up and Medea Lily a long with Shiki and a few medical staff members rushed out and carefully gathered everyone up to one area including Boudica and Artoria. Shiki stood guard as they where all carted back home. At this point most of them had passed out but soon enough they'd all awake in the hospital wing.

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Salter's last thoughts before she passed out were pure embarrassment as Musashi pointed her at a still growing puddle she was creating.

"Big Sis! Big Sis!" was what Boudica heard as she was shaken awake. Her muscles still felt weak, but she could at least move. However, she realized with a start she was sitting in completely wet and soiled panties. She must have pissed herself when she was unconscious. That was embarrassing, but there was little she could do about it. She might have to go again, but it was hard to tell with how weak the signals from her lower muscles were. She turned, smiling at the master. "What dear?"

"Everyone is injured and unconscious and they keep going to the bathroom in their beds and I don't know what to do?" she complained, looking up at Boudica hopefully. Despite being the master, she was still relatively young, and often looked to Boudica for help.

"Hmm...well, I'm not the best medic, I can't really help with their injuries. But I think I can help with the other parts; I've potty trained two girls before. After that, we all might need some retraining..." she sighed, looking over at Da Vinci. "Does the medical area keep diapers? We're going to need them."

Boudica went to each girls room in turn, waking them and explaining he situation. (We'll deal with the others when we get to them, for now stick to whoever Boudica is waking. Feel free to assume actions for Boudica in the process of getting people diapered and such to help move it along.)

First was Salter. She and Musashi were the next least effected, as Sabers, but unlike Musashi she didn't have a broken ankle. She shook her awake, as gently as she could.

The first thing Salter noticed as she awoke was that everything was wet, and her armor was gone. She was dressed in only her underwear, and that underwear was soaking wet and bulging at the back. She had shit herself in her sleep? No, that was impossible!" she tried to stand, but it hurt. Groaning, she looked over at Boudica. "What is that."

"While you're weak, you need to wear one of these. It'll help with the weakness of your lower muscles."

Salter growled. "No way in hell am I putting one of those on. I'm not some child I-" Boudica interrupted her tirade by reaching forward and pressing against Salter's stomach. The saber felt her muscles involuntarily respond to the pressure and she helplessly pushed a small lump of poo into her panties. She blushed fiercely, lacking anything else to say to defend herself. "Fine, but help me up." Boudica did so, and soon enough the swordswoman was wearing only her black bra and a diaper, her face completely red.

"Now come on, I'll need help with the others." Boudica told her.

"What!? I am not changing dirty diapers! And I can't let anyone see me like this!" Boudica made a threatening motion towards her stomach, and the protesting woman relented reluctantly. She didn't want to go around in a messy diaper, that would be even worse. And it wasn't as if she could change it herself at the moment, as much as she hated to admit it.

Next was Musashi's. Walking over to the bed, diapers in hand, she gently shook the woman awake. Even that much effort hurt a little, but she'd survive. She had to take care of everyone else, every one of them was worse off than her. "I know it barely feels like you can move right now, but I need to help you change, alright? We can't have you resting in messy panties all day, but your leg is broken." she told Musashi.

Salter stood awkwardly behind Boudica, doing her best to act as though she wasn't completely and totally mortified at being dressed in basically only a diaper in front of one of the greatest swordswomen ever, who she respected greatly. She just wanted to melt away into the ground.

[Liliel]

Musashi growned loudly as she sat up somewhat. She was in a distinct pain. Like a numbness mixed with a stinging pain and then there was her ankle. She listened to Boudica and then spotted Salter and blinked. " Did I miss something? " She asked before the she heard Boudica say she was going to help her get changed. She didn't argue since she could tell she was basically laying in sweaty soiled silk. She couldn't move either. " So I take it the poison in our bodies isn't going any place? " She asked putting things together easy enough. She glanced at Salter and giggled a small bit. " It's weird but soft purple looks good on you. Anyway do what you need to but mind if I request cloth? " She asked showing some maturity as she cooperated.

Boudica had thankfully expected this request and had gathered several cloth diapers that sported simple yin yang style pints. It had proved surprisingly hard to find cloth diapers in a Japanese style that lacked prints. She even found a nice red and blue flower themed cover so it worked out. She carefully removed Musashi's kimono and the cleaned her up carefully. With her sweat, pee and mess delt with she was set on the layered cloth that was on top of the cover. Much like Salter she was dusted with baby powder and the cloth was done up nicely fallowed by the cover which was tied nicely in place. The women still need a fresh top how ever though she seemed less modest the Salter was.

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As Musashi looked at her, confused, Salter blushed and looked down at her feet. She must look like a giant baby, walking around in only a bra and a diaper. And her small breasts didn't help matters. At Musashi's comment about their poison going somewhere elicited a remark, however. "Its going right through us and into these stupid things..." Salter muttered.

When Musashi mentioned that she looked good, Salter felt her heart flutter and she blushed even further. The grail's corruption had made her care a lot about power, and such a strong swordswoman giving her a complement like that made her feel like a nervous schoolgirl with a crush. She couldn't help but watch as Boudica stripped Musashi down, her eyes scanning the woman's impressive body with thinly veiled interest. She was a bit surprised Musashi cooperated willingly, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice, bedridden as she was.

After she got Musashi changed, Boudica frowned. "I'll got get both of you fresh clothes so you aren't walking around in just diapers, alright? Artoria, you are in charge of helping Musashi. She isn't really able to move right now, so you'll need to make sure she gets everything she needs." With that, Boudica left the room, leaving some spare changes for both girls.

Salter looked up in surprise. She was to be in charge of taking care of her? She hoped she was capable enough. "I can probably carry you short distances, if you need to go somewhere..." she offered with uncharacteristic nervousness. A short while later, she couldn't help but ask, "How did you so calmly let her diaper you...she had to virtually force me into the things..." As she spoke, she was clearly having trouble averting her gaze from Musashi's exposed and impressive breasts.

Boudica stopped by the room long enough to leave clothes for both Salter and Musashi, then headed to the next destination. Salter quickly dressed herself, still not comfortable being undressed, then picked up Musashi's clothes and headed over to her. "I'm going to need you to cooperate so I can get this on, alright?"

She entered Jeanne's room. Shaking the woman awake, she went through a similar diapering process. (Feel free to insert description of Jeanne being diapered and what her diaper is)

Jeanne found herself with an almost permanent blush. It was quite embarrassing for a holy warrior such as herself to be stuck in bed, unable to walk due to the weakness in her legs and waking up completely wet and messy. Still, it wasn't as if she had another choice. So she obediently let Boudica change her, then relaxed back in bed, closing her eyes and whispering prayers for the swift recovery of her and her teamates. She hoped most of them weren't as bad as her, considering the drastic amount the poison had effected her.

The next room was Frankenstein. Boudica wasn't sure how out of commission the girl was, honestly. She might be just as functional as her or only slightly worse like Salter. Shaking her awake, she smiled down at Fran. "Everything is alright, you're just suffering from muscle weakness and pains. You're not going to be able to control your bathroom needs at the moment, so I'm going to have to diaper you, alright? Which one do you want?" she asked, showing a variety of diapers, both disposable and cloth. (And Frankenstein changing here.)

Once she finished changing Fran, she patted her on the head. "I know this might be hard, but I'm going to need you to help Jeanne, alright? She can't stand very well, and she'll need help changing her diapers. You should be able to do that, and she can take care of you. Alright? If you need help with something Jeanne can do from her bed, ask her and make sure you stay close. If you need help and she can't manage, come ask me." with that, she gave the girl a kiss on the forehead and helped her to her feet, motioning to Jeanne's door. "You'll feel yourself going in your diaper sometimes...don't worry about it, Jeanne will help you change."