Hilda the Pretty Pink Panties [Inanimate TF]

Willing clothes TF plus reality warp alternate ending. This story takes place during the Verdant Wind section of Fire Emblem Three Houses, but does not include any spoilers.

"Ugh, that was the WORST war council meeting EVER." Hilda groaned, kicked off her boots, and flopped onto Marianne's bed. "I need you, Marianne…"

Marianne sat on her bed and began running her delicate fingers through her girlfriend's smooth pink hair. "It was rather long this time."

"If Doro and Ingie don't get here soon I think I'm gonna fall asleep…" Hilda let out an unrestrained yawn.

"Sleep if you need to, honey." Marianne placed a tender kiss on Hilda's head. "I love you~"

"Love you too~" Hilda said sleepily.

After a few minutes, Dorothea and Ingrid arrived, both carrying a special tome. The ancient-looking volume was a metre tall and about thirty centimetres thick, weighing in at over fifty kilograms. Ingrid and Dorothea were married to each other, and often joined Hilda and Marianne for some horny group activities. These activities often involved strange kinds of magic, and thus the tome was required.

"Took you long enough," Hilda griped as she sat up.

"You try lugging this thing all the way here next time," Ingrid rebuked as she and Dorothea dropped the ornate book on Marianne's desk.

"Oh, I'm too small to carry something like that." Hilda insisted.

"You lifted Rafael with one hand," Dorothea added, "and Balthus with the other."

"I don't know how that story started, but tales of my strength are greatly exaggerated." Hilda huffed, crossing her arms.

"Hilda, I was there, I saw you do that. You're incredible, don't try to deny it!" Dorothea giggled.

"Oh yeah…" Hilda conceded. "Anyway, let's get started already! I wanna be wrapped around Marianne so bad!"

All four women stripped and tossed aside their clothing, then opened up the ancient text to the correct page.

"Is everyone ready?" Marianne asked before beginning.

"Yep!"

"Mmhmm!"

"Hell yeah!"

This wasn't the first time they transformed into clothes, let alone inanimate objects - not by a long shot. Each of them were pretty kinky (especially Hilda) and loved transforming themselves into all sorts of objects and creatures - Marianne loved centaur transformations in particular!

Hilda, Dorothea, and Ingrid sat on the floor while Marianne read out the special incantation. As Marianne finished speaking, a familiar golden glow appeared around them all as their bodies began to change.

Marianne's body saw the least change, as her boobs inflated from cute bumps to sizable Double Ds and her hips subtly widened.

Hilda curled up in the fetal position, loosely hugging her knees. Her hands melted onto her legs as her arms became softer and stretchier. Her legs fused together and her head retracted into her torso, becoming the crotch of her pantied figure. As her body flattened out, it reconstituted itself as beautiful pink cloth. Hilda was once again Marianne's panties.

Dorothea split her legs to the side and raised her arms in the air. As her torso widened and began to split in two, her arms stretched like elastic bands, arching over and down until her hands were holding her feet. The songstress' face vanished and her head shrunk as her body split from her pussy all the way to her neck. Skin faded and reformed into a silky chestnut coloured fabric. Her hands merged into her feet, completing twin bra straps. What was once her head became a band strap connecting the two sides of her form, which were now matching bra cups exactly the right size for Marianne's new breasts. Double Doro? Regardless, Dorothea was now a DD cup bra.

Ingrid stretched out and touched her toes as her body lost all rigidity. Her shape changed to a near-perfect circle as her mouth began to open inhumanly wide. Her legs fused together, as did her arms, as they turned into black lace. Her hand and feet became two little golden pins that could hook together. A hole formed at the back of her now-hollow head, reaching through to her front which was nothing more than a face-sized hole. Her blonde hair became one with her skin as her head finished transforming into a golden ring. Finally, Ingrid had become a choker.

Despite lacking any human features, the three pieces of clothing retained all their senses, such as sight and sound, and could perceive both themselves and their surroundings. They could also communicate telepathically with each other and with Marianne - a rather handy feature of the spell she had just cast.

"You all look so cute!" Marianne cooed, allowing a rare unrestrained smile to grace her lips.

'Marianne, I need a face full of your pussy! Please wear me, I need it so bad!' Hilda cried impatiently.

'Ooh, this is always so exciting! I love holding a nice, soft pair of tiddies~' Dorothea would surely be drooling had she still been able to.

'Oh Owner, what are you waiting for?~' Ingrid roleplayed coyly, something the four loved to do together. 'Your clothes need their big, beautiful owner to wear them~'

'Me first! Marianne, wear me first!' Hilda insisted desperately.

'Don't listen to Hilda, Owner, wear me first! She didn't call you Owner! Surely I deserve to be first on your body!' Dorothea teased.

'Hmmph!' Hilda pretended to be upset, but was truthfully already having fun.

Marianne had already decided to pick Hilda first, and it was for one simple reason: she considered Hilda to be her good luck charm. Being an unfortunate woman with a rare, beastly crest, she felt her luck was particularly lacking. However, whenever she was with Hilda - her lovely, wonderful girlfriend - she felt like the luckiest lady in Fodlan. Hilda really was her pair of good luck panties.

Gently lifting the pink panties to her face, Marianne smiled warmly and placed a soft kiss on Hilda's fabric. "You're so cute and tiny, Hilda! Hee hee!"

'Nnng, I LOVE feeling you slide your legs through me!' Hilda moaned blissfully as her wearer began to pull her up her body. 'Yes! Oh Marianne, your legs are so hot! Your skin is so smooth… Nnng, I missed this~'

With one final tug and a gentle snap of her waistband, Hilda was snugly encasing her lover's nether regions.

"Is it too tight? Do you need me to loosen you a bit?"

'Tighter! Tighter, please! This is HEAVEN, I need MORE! Aaahhhh, Marianne, your pussy is perfect! It's all mine! Your ass is so soft, so perfect for hugging tight! It's all mine, too! I'm never letting go this time, you're stuck with me forever, Marianne~'

Marianne delicately slid her index finger over her clitty, pressing Hilda tighter against her body. "Is that any way to speak to your owner?~" The quiet lady bit her lip.

'You're stuck with me forever, Owner~' Hilda corrected herself.

"Good girl~" Marianne whispered as she gently grabbed Hilda's waistband again and pulled her tighter.

'Oh Goddess YES~' Hilda gushed, the crotch of her fabric getting firmly lodged between Marianne's labia. 'I love you, Owner!'

Marianne's pussy began to drool at the wonderful sensation of her partner stuck between her legs.

"Now you be a good girl down there while Owner puts on her bra and choker, alright Panties?"

'Mmmhmmmm~' Hilda was too preoccupied hugging Marianne's butt and soaking up her pussy juice to give a coherent response.

'Oh Owner! I'll be your good girl too! I'll hold your tits in place just right, and I promise I'll be soft and comfy!' Dorothea gushed enthusiastically.

Marianne grabbed Dorothea and Ingrid and sat on her bed, squishing the seat of Hilda's fabric under her shapely booty. She placed Ingrid aside for a moment, then pulled her arms through Dorothea's straps. After hooking them together behind her back, Dorothea was firmly hugging Marianne's torso.

'Ah! Oh Goddess! Ah! Owner, your boobs! They're so wonderfully heavy! Nnng, please tell me I'm doing a good job! Am I your good girl? Am I making you feel as good as you're making me feel?'

"Oh Bra, you feel divine~" Marianne gasped breathlessly. "My good girl, hugging her owner's chest! My adorable, soft bra, doing such a good job! My sweet little thing, right where she belongs~"

'Eeeee! Oh Owner, you're the best! Please bounce your boobs for me, I love it when you do that!' Dorothea shrieked with joy, enamoured by her owner's luscious melons bulging into her loving grasp.

'And me! Marianne, bounce for me too!' Hilda added.

"Only because you're such good girls~" Marianne cooed, then began to gently

bounce while sitting on her soft, springy mattress. Up and down, up and down, the priestess rewarded her living lingerie. "Mmm, ah!"

Hilda was pressed harder and pulled tighter as Marianne's ass rhythmically pressed against her comfy bedsheets. Meanwhile, Dorothea jiggled in sync with Marianne's big, wonderous tiddies. Her straps were pulled taut and her cups pressed tighter with each forceful drop of her owner's lovely breasts.

Marianne stopped bouncing so she could cup a boob in each hand. "My sweet Panties… My sweet Bra… good girls~" With a loving smile, she squeezed her encased tits and tightly pressed her thighs together.

Turning her attention to Ingrid, Marianne grabbed her final piece of transformed clothing. "You've been so patient! Oh my little Choker, you're such a good girl~" wrapping Ingrid's little lacey body around her neck, Marianne fastened her securely in place.

'Mmm! This is so intimate! Owner, I can feel your pulse racing!' Ingrid chimed brightly.

Now that she was adorned with all three former humans, Marianne stood up and faced herself in the mirror. "I feel so pretty! Wearing my good girls makes me feel so much more confident! Hee hee!"

'Owner, you are pretty!' Dorothea affirmed.

'Gorgeous, I'd say!' Ingrid agreed.

'Marianne you are so fucking HOT, god DAMN.' Hilda couldn't contain her overwhelming lust for the love of her life.

The three articles of clothing watched Marianne's cheeks flush red as her confident posture shrunk back to one of shy embarrassment.

'You're such a softy, Marianne~' Hilda teased.

"Hee hee, you're one to talk~" Marianne rebuked, gently pinching a section of Hilda's material covering her plump butt.

'Aaah! Alright, alright, you win!'

"Who wins? Hmm?" Marianne pinched a little harder.

'You win, Owner!~'

"Good girl~" Mariane whispered warmly, releasing her pinch and lightly slapping (more like lightly tapping) her ass.

'Nnng! Ah!' Hilda moaned, incredibly turned on and enjoying every second of her situation.

"Oh! I'm sorry, was I too rough? Do you want to stop?" Marianne coddled.

'No! No, please don't stop! I need this! Pull me tighter! Be as rough as you want! Use me, use me like I'm nothing more than the dumb pair of panties I am! Oh Marianne! Oh Owner, please! I'm begging you!' Hilda was almost frothing at the mouth - which, honestly, was quite an achievement since she didn't currently have a mouth.

"Doro? Ingie? How about you? Are you two doing alright?"

'Yes! Owner, play rough with us, please!' Ingrid begged.

'We're fine, Owner! Go wild with us, girl!~' Dorothea affirmed lovingly.

"Alright then, if you insist."

At that, Marianne allowed her beastly crest to burn inside her. Fire seemingly erupted through her veins and a demonic glare sparkled in her eyes as an ethereal aura fizzled to life above her head. The Crest of the Beast was stirring within.

A wicked grin crossed Marianne's face as her entire demeanour shifted to match. Placing a hand on her hips and adopting a confident stance, the powerful lady observed herself in her mirror with a new pair of eyes.

"What adorably pathetic little things you are! Needily clinging to my body, crying for your owner to give you attention and to play rough… It's certainly fortunate I'm so fond of you fragile fools, lest I had decided you'd make for better kindling than undergarments." Marianne sneered.

Using her inhuman strength, the domme slid her thumbs under Ingrid's lacey straps and yanked her outwards in opposite directions. The little choker ripped and buckled, but didn't give out.

'NNNG! S-SO-! TIGHT!!' Ingrid yelped in ecstacy, her artificial body strained to its limit.

Then, Marianne released her. The choker, now twice the circumference she had previously been, slumped down and landed on her shoulders.

"Hmm hmm, you didn't snap! That's a good girl~" With a snap of her fingers, Marianne magically repaired Ingrid and returned her to her place, snugly hugging her neck. This time, however, Ingrid was a size or two too small, and felt strained merely staying in place. "Now, what shall I do with you two, hmm?" She asked rhetorically. "How about…"

Again she snapped her fingers, causing her bust and butt to grow several sizes larger. Hilda and Dorothea stretched and strained as their owner's sexy figure pressed out against their thin, defenceless clothed forms. The sounds of slowly snapping strands of fabric echoed through Marianne's room, matching the echoing cries of pleasure from all involved.

'A-ah! Owner, y-you're so busty!' Dorothea warbled as her dominant's boobs stretched her thinner and thinner. 'You're so- AH!'

The flustered bra was interrupted by Marianne suddenly fondling herself, kneading her tits with Dorothea along for the ride.

"I've got quite the tiddies now, don't I? You're a lucky little bra to be mine, aren't you?"

'Yes Owner! I'm so glad I'm yours! A-ah! I love you, Owner!'

"Mmm, good girl~" Marianne gave another loving squeeze, nearly snapping one of Dorothea's straps in the process.

Next, the beastly domme opened her bedside drawer and pulled out her favourite dildo. Simple, yet effective, it was a fat violet phallus with a second prong for clitoral stimulation - and it had Hilda's name written all over it.

Wasting no time, Marianne laid down on her bed and spread her strong legs. She placed the tip of her dildo on her damp panties, right above her labia, and lustfully shoved it inside her. Hilda's material stretched to permanently-altered levels as the crotch of her fabric was wrapped over the solid, artificial cock and tugged deep inside her partner. The panties were pushed to her limits: her front side was practically vacuum-sealed over Marianne's clit and pubic region; her elastic waistband was pulled as taut as it could go; the part of her between Marianne's legs rode up tightly between her thighs; and her hems dug into the skin of Marianne's ass cheeks.

'OH GODDESS, YES! AH! D-DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP! I'M BEING PULLED SO TIGHT! I'M LODGED SO FAR INSIDE YOUR PUSSY! AH! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!' Hilda screamed wildly, her little silky-smooth body pushed to heaven and back tenfold.

"You're such a TF slut~" Marianne growled playfully. "Now be a good girl and say you're my bitch~"

'I'M YOUR BITCH! OWNER, OWNER I'M YOUR BITCH, RIGHT? PLEASE KEEP USING ME, PLEASE NEVER STOP!'

“Hmm hmm, good girl~”

Pressing the dildo's second prong over her clitoris, Marianne cast a magical spell on it that caused it to vibrate in pulses. Her already wet vagina flooded anew, more and more of her juices saturating Hilda's soaked fibres.

Hilda felt almost like a musical instrument, being secured so tightly and vibrated rhythmically. Almost - she still very much felt like the well-worn panties she was.

With one hand commanding her dildo, the dominant woman migrated her free hand up to her breasts to grope herself - and her strained bra. More magic coursed through her fingertips, further inflating her boobs and raising the pressure exerted on Dorothea's delicate little body.

"Sing, songstress, sing~"

'Nnng! Ah! Aaaah! S-so t-tight! C-can't… think! Ah!' The bra squealed in delight. 'Gonna… burst!'

Dorothea's seams, too, dug into Marianne's flesh as her tits fought hard against the undersized bra's desperate embrace.

At Marianne's magical command, a tiny bungee cord materialised on her chest: one end was hooked to Ingrid's golden ring, and the other to Dorothea's band strap between cups. The miniature cord was pulled taut, yanking both transformed women into tight bondage with each other.

The transformed wives were anchored to each other, each being forced to exert more pressure on the other. Just as their hearts were, their bodies of fabric and stitching were tied to each other so intimately and powerfully.

"Oh, do the wives want to kiss? Nothing can keep the knight and the performer out of each other's reach… Except, of course, for me~" Marianne revelled in her control over the pretty little sentient clothes.

'Oh goddess! S-so close! Owner, I feel like I'm going to overflow with ecstasy!' Ingrid wailed.

All three articles of clothing had far surpassed the breaking point of any normal garments - but they, of course, were no such feeble objects. The pleasure had flowed through and built up inside their silky bodies, just waiting for their Owner to let them join her in climax.

'Love you, Mari-! Love you! So-! Much-!' Hilda's words were almost as strained as the threads tying her together.

Marianne, meanwhile, was also nearing peak pleasure. Her absolute dominion over her submissives gave her life, fed her beastly urges of lust and power. But most of all, it was the feeling of such domination giving her subs so much pleasure that was truly intoxicating.

"Nnng, hmm hmm, I'm almost there~" she cooed. You've nearly got me, darlings! Now push me over the edge!"

‘We love you Owner! Ah!’

‘Nnng, t-tighter Owner… P-please!’

‘MARIANNE YOU HAVE THE SEXIEST PUSSY EVER OH MY GODDESS, KEEP ME HERE FOREVER! NNNG HEE HEE HEE~’

Marianne felt herself on the cusp, so she pressed her dildo harder against her clitty as she crushed her breast in her beastly grasp. Every muscle in her body writhed as she allowed herself to succumb to her ecstasy. “Oh YES! Nnng! AH! AH! AH! My good girls! You make Owner- AH! AH! -so happy!”

The transformation spell linked her to her clothes, allowing her to share her climax with them. All four ladies came together, erupting in waves of heat and pressure and bliss. Squirts of pussy juice spluttered through Hilda’s already saturated material, leaking onto Marianne’s bed sheets. And finally, Both Dorothea and Ingrid succumbed to the pressure, their hooks snapping simultaneously. Marianne’s weighty tiddies were freed from Dorothea’s lusty grasp, as was her neck from Ingrid’s.

As Marianne caught her breath and eased her tense muscles, the power of her beastly crest faded away, back into dormancy. The power-hungry, lustful haze cleared from her mind, leaving a calm and content air of satisfaction. Tenderly, she removed her dildo from herself and slid a soaking-wet Hilda down her legs.

“Oh my, that was… intense.” Mariane breathed airily. “Is everyone alright? I’m sorry if I was too rough…”

‘M-M-Marianne, there is NO such thing as too rough for me… Nnng, that was the fucking BEST,’ Hilda moaned exhaustedly. ‘Pussy… Your wonderful pussy… hehehe…’

‘Same here Mari, that was wonderful~’ Dorothea chimed gleefully.

‘Intense isn’t bad, I quite enjoyed that!’ Ingrid added.

Marianne let a relieved smile form on her lips. “I’m glad I could make you all so happy~”

—

Ending 1:

‘So Mari, how about you wear us out on a late night walk?’ Dorothea asked coyly.

‘Ooh! Sounds nice!’ Ingrid said.

‘M-more… More pussy… Marianne please, need you… I need you… You’re all mine… Nnng, your beautiful, sweet pussy… My home…’

Marianne reversed the spell to allow for the three transformed ladies to get their bearings straight and, in Hilda’s case, dry off before setting out for their walk.

"Are you sure you're up to more time transformed, Hilda? You're even more dazed than usual…" Ingrid wondered worriedly.

"Yeah… Yeah I'm good… I've just died and gone to heaven~" Hilda assured from her place sprawled out on Marianne's bed. "Hey, have you ever noticed how comfy your bed is, Marianne? So soft… hehehe…"

With another long incantation, Marianne bound her three companions to their inanimate forms once more. They, of course, were the first clothes she slid into, followed by soft white thigh-high socks, a pleated black skirt, cute little pumps, a plain white undershirt and blouse, and finally, a beautiful teal jacket.

As Marianne stepped outside, the frigid evening air bit the exposed skin of her face and hands. Her nipples stiffened, now erect and poking into Dorothea's soft cups - an unexpected turn of events that turned the little bra right back on again. Marianne hoped nobody would run into her out here; while her inflated proportions made her feel sexier and more confident, she was still much too afraid of someone noticing her bustier chest, wider hips, and thicker glutes.

Hilda stared downward at her lover's sexy legs strutting daintily across the monastery's stone paths. With her vision framed by Marianne's knee-length skirt, the panties watched each graceful step the beautiful legs below her took.

While Dorothea was in total darkness, Ingrid had a rather normal - if a bit short - view from around Marianne's neck.

While not as exhilarating as being dommed by beastly Marianne in bed, being used as normal, everyday attire was still incredibly arousing to all three transformed women. They were all still as completely at Marianne's mercy as they were before, but the sensation of being so trivial and powerless made every subby bone in their bodies shiver excitedly - or at least, every metaphorical bone.

Evenings like this almost made all the fighting worth it. A world full of these such nights might just be a world worth fighting for.

—

Ending 2:

‘Alright, I think we should probably call it a night.’ Ingrid said.

‘Nnng, b-but… but my pussy…’ Marianne could have sworn she felt Hilda’s grasp around her tighten as she spoke. ‘I need it… Marianne, I need you…’

“We can maybe go for another round in a bit, but first I need to break this spell so Dorothea and Ingrid can get home.”

‘B-but pussy… Your pussy is mine, all mine! I need it…’ Hilda loudly and forcefully sighed. ‘Make it quick, I need your pussy again…’

Marianne placed the three transformed ladies on her bed, then returned to the massive tome to nullify the spell. She read out the passage that she had so many times before, but something new and unexpected happened: instead of the three women simply regaining their human forms, the room burst into a piercing white light that couldn’t be avoided by shutting one’s eyes or covering them. The light quickly faded away, returning the room to normal lighting. After rubbing her eyes, Marianne turned to see her kinky partners sitting naked on her bed.

“Oh my, what was that? That’s never happened before… Is everyone alright?” Marianne asked worriedly. Something felt different though, both in her body and in the air.

The three others looked as though they had seen a ghost. One could hear a pin drop in the silent room as the women observed themselves.

The pink haired woman was the first to break the silence. “Wh-wha, what!?” She quivered anxiously, staring in horror at her outstretched arm and wiggling her fingers. “What HAPPENED to me!?”

The brunette grabbed her own impressive boobs, then quickly let go. She repeated this a few times, shivering as a chill ran down her spine.

The blonde delicately kicked her legs up in the air, tugged on her long, loose hair, and blinked at the speed of sound. “Oh Goddess…” She gasped breathlessly.

“What’s wrong!? Hilda!? Dorothea!? Ingrid!? Are you alright!?” Marianne rushed up to the people sitting on her bed, preparing healing magic just in case.

“Owner, Owner what happened to us!?” The lady with pink twintails shrieked. “Owner, what's happening!?”

“What’s wrong Hilda!? Are you hurt?” Marianne cast a healing spell, but nothing happened; her target was already perfectly healthy.

“H-Hilda? Owner, who’s Hilda? Oh Goddess, Owner, do you not recognise me!? Owner it’s me! It’s your panties! Help me, Owner!”

“Owner, what have you done to us!? Why do we… look like you!?” The brown-haired lady asked, eyes wide and knees trembling.

“What in the name of the Goddess-!?” Marianne stumbled backwards in shock and disbelief. “You must be experiencing some sort of amnesia! Ingrid, What about you?”

Nobody answered her. In the moment of silence, Marianne noticed that her body had not returned to its normal proportions: she retained her magically-enhanced tits, butt, and thighs.

“Ingrid? Oh Goddess, you’ve all forgotten your own names, haven’t you…”

“O-Owner, this is some sort of joke, right?” A nervous smirk crossed the blonde’s face. “Th-this is just some joke! Ha ha… That’s pretty good, Owner, you really got me! But, um… Can you turn us back now? Please? I feel so wrong…”

“This is no joke, Ingrid! Y-your name is Ingrid and you’re a p-pegasus knight, remember?” Marianne was beginning to panic, fear and adrenaline coursing through her entire body. It took effort to hold back the Crest of the Beast while in such a heightened state.

“I’ve never heard that name before…” The blonde-haired person muttered.

“Owner, you’re scaring me… Please tell me this is all a prank! Please! This isn’t funny! I’m so scared…” The person who was supposedly named Hilda cried. “Did we do something wrong? Did I do something wrong!? Oh Owner, I promise I’ll be better! I’ll be your good girl again! Please don’t throw me away! Please don’t leave me like this! Please wear me again Owner! I promise I’ll fix whatever I did wrong!”

“I-I’m not joking…” Marianne was shaking as tears pooled in her eyes. “I swear this is no joke! Something went horribly wrong! This isn’t your fault, it’s mine! I’m so s-sorry! P-p-please forgive me! I never meant for this to happen!”

“Oh Owner, please don’t cry! You’re making me cry! I feel so weird… I’m leaking out of my eyes! I have EYES for some reason!” The brunette warbled.

“We forgive you, Owner! Don’t worry, this will get sorted out! And… I don’t understand what’s happening, but it’s me Owner! It’s me, your choker!” Choker assured.

“And I’m your bra!” Bra added.

“I’m your panties! I’m your panties! You remember me, right Owner? You remember your pretty pink panties, right?” Panties anxiously seeked reassurance

“I don’t know what to do!” Marianne squeaked through a river of tears.

“Oh Goddess… Owner, we’re here for you! No matter what, we’re here for you! We love you! We may be like you right now, but we can still comfort you! I promise!” Panties slid clumsily off the bed and knelt before her Owner. “I still love you, Owner…”

Wrapping her arms around Marianne’s legs and squeezing her soft butt, Panties shoved her face into her Owner’s crotch.

“A-ah!” Marianne gasped in surprise.

“Th-that’s a good idea, Panties!” Choker chimed, carefully making her way behind Marianne to wrap her arms around her neck in a loving hug. “We’re here for you, Owner… We love you~” Choker whispered into Marianne’s ear.

Bra joined in with the other two former clothes, standing over Panties so she could cup Marianne’s luscious tiddies in her hands. “I-I know it’s not the same, but I hope this helps, Owner~” Now that she had a mouth, Bra drooled lustfully as she held her owner’s soft skin against her own.

“Oh you poor, sweet things…” Marianne rasped. “I can’t imagine how horrified you must be right now…”

“As long as we’re with you, everything will be ok…” Choker sniffled.

“Nerver lerve us Erner! Plerse!” Panties’ voice was muffled with her face against Marianne’s vulva, having tried to say ‘Never leave us Owner! Please!’

“I’ll never leave you, I promise. We’ll get through this together, alright? I’ll solve this, I promise…” Marianne knew that the three humanised clothes had a wildly different idea of what the solution to this predicament was, but she knew she had to find a way to restore their human memories. “I’m going to the professor, she’ll know what to do!”

The three grappling her didn’t move.

“Um… I-I’m sorry, but you’ll have to let go of me if I’m going to get help…”

“Oh… Yeah…” Bra sighed dejectedly.

Choker and Bra hesitantly withdrew from their owner, but Panties did not.

“Um… Hilda…”

“Erm Pernters!” Panties tried to say ‘I’m Panties!’

“Er, I’m sorry… P-Panties, please let go…” Marianne asked gently.

Panties pulled away from her Owner’s pussy, her wet face and puppy dog eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

“I’ll be right back, I promise - and hopefully with help.” Marianne inelegantly stepped around the woman at her feet to pull back the covers on her bed. “You need to stay warm, okay? Promise me you’ll keep warm, please…”

“You’re… You’re leaving us here?” Panties wept, distraught.

“I won’t be long, I promise. You’re not made of fabric like this and it’s cold outside… and your clothes are gone… so you should keep warm under the blankets so you don’t get ill.”

“Oh Owner… You’re so sweet!” Bra smiled and followed Marianne’s instructions, sliding into her bed.

Choker followed suit and, after a little coaxing, so too did Panties.

Marianne then opened her closet and pulled out a regular pair of panties to wear, but that caught Panties’ attention.

“O-Owner!? You have other panties!?” Panties began to bawl. “Owner please don’t replace me! Please Please PLEASE, Owner please…”

“But I need to wear something, it’s cold outside…”

Panties fumbled out of bed and over to her owner, where she clawed at the non-sentient panties around Marianne’s waist and eventually dragged them down to her ankles. “Owner I’m better! I’m your good luck panties! Right? I’m better, right?? Please don’t wear any others, please! I need you forever and ever! I promise I’ll do my best, I promise I’ll bring you as much good luck as I can! Please Owner I need youuu…”

“I… I’m sorry Hil- Panties, I promise it’s nothing against you. I just need to go out to get help for you all.” Marianne’s tears returned seeing the love of her life weeping at her feet like this.

“Owner, I… I admit it, I’m jealous… I’m so jealous, I j-just-! I just want to be yours forever… I want to be your favourite…”

Marianne knelt to match Panties and gently placed a kiss on her cheek. “You are my favourite~”

Panties’ eyes lit up. “I-I love you, Owner~” She then returned to her owner’s bed and cuddled with Bra and Choker.

Deciding to manage without panties, a bra, and a choker, Marianne pulled her rather small Golden Deer house loungewear over her curvier body, then layered more winter-appropriate clothes over top. All she could do as she stepped out her door was pray that someone else in the monastery could help her fix her mistake.

—

Byleth opened her door, surprised that the uncharacteristically forceful and hasty knocking had come from Marianne.

"Professor! I need your help!"

"What's wrong?" Byleth responded in her usual brief, steely manner.

"The details are rather embarrassing, but Hilda, Dorothea, and Ingrid have some form of amnesia…"

"Who?" Byleth raised an eyebrow.

"Hilda, Dorothea, and Ingrid. They came over to my room and now they've lost their memory."

"Hilda, Dorothea, and Ingrid? Who are they?"

Marianne's heart sank. "You… You don't know them?"

"No, I don't."

The world seemingly began to spin around Marianne. Could she really have messed up so badly? Had she written three people out of existence? The professor wouldn't joke about not knowing her own students, especially when they were in need of help. Could that be why they believed they had always been clothes? Had she somehow altered reality?

"Marianne." Byleth placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Oh… I'm terribly sorry professor, I must have had a realistic nightmare again…" She lied, not knowing what else to say.

"It's okay. I'm here to help if you need it."

After leaving Byleth's room, Marianne decided to check Dorothea's room since it was on the way back to her own room. The shy woman hesitantly knocked on the door, not sure what to expect anymore - but the door was not closed securely, and drifted open with the force from her hand. Inside was dark and unfamiliar. Marianne cast a fireball in the palm of her hand for light, and what she saw horrified her.

Inside what was supposed to be Dorothea’s bedroom were boxes of supplies and racks of weapons. There was no bed, no dressers, and no sign that this had been used as living quarters in years. Where seemingly only a few hours ago was a songstress’ cosy abode was now a mere storage room.

“Oh Goddess… Everything is wrong! Everything has changed! Goddess, help me!” Marianne backed out of the now-uninhabited room, holding her chest as she struggled for breath.

A creak from nextdoor froze Marianne in her tracks. A door slowly opened, and Bernadetta stuck her head out to see what was happening.

“Um, i-is everything okay?” Bernadetta squeaked frightenedly. “D-do you, um, need help?”

“Oh, Bernadetta! It’s just you, you startled me. And, actually yes, you can help me. So, you see, this might seem odd, but… Have you ever heard of someone named Hilda? Or Dorothea or Ingrid?”

“Um… I don’t think so…” Bernadetta muttered.

“And this room next to yours, has anyone lived here?”

“Probably? I don’t know anyone who was a student here before us…”

“But nobody’s lived here beside you while you’ve been here?” Marianne seeked clarification, just to be absolutely sure.

“N-no, I’ve never had a neighbour there.”

Marianne searched for a reason - any reason - to believe this wasn’t happening. A prank, a mistake, a misunderstanding, anything! But no such reason presented itself. “Thanks Bernadetta…” She muttered absentmindedly, then began back to her three humanised clothes.

—

Marianne returned to her door to find all of her panties, bras, and chokers haphazardly tossed out into the hallway. The already-horrified woman stood agape as the door - which had been left partially opened - swung open fully.

“Owner!” Panties leapt at Marianne for a big hug. “I thought I heard your footsteps! Hee hee!”

“What have you done!?” Marianne tried to whisper, but her frantic voice rang out louder than intended.

Looking into her room, she saw her dresser emptied out, drawers tossed aside, and clothes strewn wildly across the room. Choker was trying to touch her own toes, and Bra’s head was lost in one of Marianne’s undershirts after a failed attempt to slide into it properly.

“Inside! Get inside, now!” Marianne shooed the naked woman back into her room, concerned someone might see the unfolding catastrophe. She began to collect her discarded panties, bras, and chokers, but was interrupted by Panties once again wrapping herself around her waist.

“Owner, you don’t need them! I thought I was your favourite! I thought you’d be happy we got rid of all these fakes and imposters…” Panties whined as tears returned to her face.

“You are! I- I am! I promise! But we can’t leave them out here! I’ll get rid of them some other way, alright? Now please, please go back inside before someone sees you like this!”

A timid smile returned to Panties’ face. “Okay Owner, I will…” She gingerly let go and sulked back inside, upset and confused.

Marianne rushed to grab all the clothes in the corridor, messily piling them in her arms. She figured that, since Hilda and Ingrid were her neighbours, both rooms next to her own were unoccupied. Luckily, her hunch was proven correct as she opened the door to what should have been Hilda’s room. Marianne slid a box aside with her foot and dropped her clothes in the corner of the room, then hastily reorganised the miscellaneous supplies to hide them from sight. Panting heavily to catch her breath, she composed herself and stepped out into the hall and swiftly back into her room.

“You three, on the bed, now!” Marianne commanded with an unintended fire in her voice that made her immediately regret speaking. Was her control of her crest slipping?

The three ladies froze, shocked at what they had just heard.

“Yes, Owner,” They said in unison.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell,” Marianne said as she pulled her undershirt off Bra’s head. “I’m just… so stressed… I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do and I just-!” She fell to her knees in exhaustion.

“Owner! Are you okay!?” Panties leapt off the bed again and embraced her owner. Bra noncommittally stood up, then sat down again, then stood once more, unsure if she should also hug her owner or if she should follow her orders. Choker remained still on Marianne’s bed.

The four of them stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, before finally Marianne spoke again. “I know how to turn you back into clothes.”

Panties, Bra, and Choker all jumped for joy, but Marianne stayed on her knees.

“Oh Owner! This is wonderful! …But, um… Why are you still sad?” Panties’ grin was swept away from her face.

“There’s just… Everything’s just out of alignment. Panties… That’s not your real name. Your name is Hilda, and you’re my girlfriend. Oh Hilda, you’re the love of my life!” Marianne cupped Panties’ cheeks in her hands. “Bra, your name is Dorothea, and Choker, your name is Ingrid. You two are wives! You’re happily married humans! You three… You all love to transform into my clothes, and I love to wear you, so that’s what we’ve been doing together for years now. But tonight… Tonight, when you became human again, something went wrong… I made a horrible mistake… And now you all don’t know who you really are! And what’s worse, nobody else does either! I’m the only one who knows the truth! I’m the only one who knows, and I have no idea how to make things right!”

“But… But all our memories! Owner, we’ve made so many memories together! Are you saying they’re all…” Panties trailed off. “...fake?” She whispered dejectedly.

“They’re not fake, they’re just… not quite right. And… I don’t want you to be sad, so until I find a way to make things right, you can be my clothes.”

“Oh thank you Owner! You’re the best!” Panties squeezed Marianne oh-so lovingly.

“Ack! Too- tight!!!” Marianne struggled to breath - one thing Panties had certainly not lost in this form was her superhuman strength.

“Oh, sorry!”

“Ahhh,” the clothes’ owner breathed. “Okay, sit on the floor so I can turn you back.”

The three soon-to-be-former ladies eagerly did as instructed, and Marianne stood at her desk before the open book. She carefully cast the spell, and Panties, Bra, and Choker returned to being panties, a bra, and a choker.

“Ah! Oh Owner, you did it! We’re back!” Panties squealed in excitement.

“Owner! Oh Owner, your tiddies! Please wear me! I already miss your wonderful, sexy tiddies so much!~” Bra rejoiced.

“It’s so good to be back!” Choker added.

A weak smile crossed Marianne’s face. As distraught as she was, she was at least glad the three people closest to her were happy. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and returned the sentient lingerie to their place on her body.

—

Marianne spent every waking moment of the next week searching for a solution. She read and reread the mysterious tome for clues, but had no such luck. She scoured the library for anything of use. She even delved into Abyss, consulting dark magicians and shady sorts alike. No matter what she did, she made no progress.

A week turned into a month. She could no longer put off her duties, and was both mentally and emotionally exhausted. She was forced to scale back her efforts to find a resolution to her predicament, bit by bit.

Spring came and went, and the pain was already fading. Living with three wonderful inanimate people strapped to her smoking hot body all day wasn’t bad, even considering the circumstances. Her lovely little clothes were always there to keep Marianne company, always there to pleasure her and keep her warm and comfy. She was beginning to even enjoy her new normal.

Eventually, the war ended. Peace was restored to Fodlan and her role as a combattant had concluded. Life began to feel truly good again. Every now and then, she would search for a way to restore the Hilda, Dorothea, and Ingrid she once knew, but those versions of them were fading from her mind. The day finally came that Marianne could no longer recall what her three sentient clothes’ names had once been as humans, but that didn’t even bother her: she was happy; Panties, Bra, and Choker were happy; Fodlan was happy. All felt good.

Finally, a time arrived where Marianne herself no longer remembered that her clothes had ever been human beings. Her wonderful lingerie which she wore every day and took such good care of gave her happiness, and she returned said happiness back to them.

Marianne, Panties, Bra, and Choker all lived together, happily ever after.