Depraving The Huntresses

Part I

            Vines rode up Weiss’s exposed legs. Ever so innocently Weiss stepped forward, paying no mind to the dense foliage below her boots. The verdant mesh suddenly rose and snapped after the girl with a tightening grip. It slung a thick vine around Weiss’s pale leg. The girl screamed as she was tugged off from her arrogant stepping, bashed into the floor of the jungle face first. The tendrils that wrapped around her hiked up her dress, little pricks and needles preying on her exposed legs. Her predicament was ended when a scythe sliced through the root of the vein. Ruby flung her cape behind her, and eagerly started at freeing Weiss from her restraints.

            “Well…” Weiss wasn’t readily able to except Ruby’s assistance. She had a thing with never being candid about her feelings, especially as far as Ruby was concerned. She was well enough, but her naivety tended to get on Weiss’s nerves. Weiss stood up from her fall and brushed the dirt from her white attire. “Let’s just keep looking for a place to set up camp…” The blush on her cheeks didn’t do much to hide the bruise in her pride.

            “Man, that’s like the fifth time you fell.” Yang snickered, cracking her knuckles as the group found their synergy in their steps again. They walked through the thickets, clearing the vines and the tree branches from their path. “I told ya heels weren’t a good idea. You were just begging to be tripped by weird vine monsters.”

            “Oh shut up.” Weiss sighed, shaking her head at herself mostly. “Honestly… Even I’m a little disappointed in myself.”

            “There’s nothing to really be ashamed of.” Blake spoke up. She seemed mostly disinterested in most conversations, her ears shivering her bow like nuts ever since they entered the jungle. “This jungle is filled with traps. I haven’t been able to sense anything coming up… It just so happens Weiss has been the one triggering them.” Her sincerely pitying grin could be mistaken for her being pretty pleased with Weiss taking the blows. Both interpretations were correct.

            “I told you guys I shouldn’t be the one in the back!” Weiss moaned. “You’ve had me walking in the back the whole trip! The back is always the weakest point for hidden traps. The first three vines, okay fine, but after the fourth one I know for sure I said I was done with being in the back!”

            “And we told you,” Yang replied, “Blake can listen best in the middle, I can react faster next to Blake, and Ruby has the map so she’s gotta be in the front.”

            “So if you’re supposed to be the one reacting, then how come Ruby’s saved me every time and not you, Yang?!” Weiss said.

            “…Ruby is… pretty fast.” Yang rolled her eyes nervously.

            “… I could very easily read the map instead of Ruby.” Weiss suggested.

            “Ruby is like a pro at map stuff, though.” Yang said.

            The argument boiled away after a while, positions not being that worth arguing over, and the walk ended them at where they decided to set up camp. The girls set their back packs down. They unloaded the bloated cases, setting off to building the important parts of the camp. Ruby and Yang set up the tent, Yang driving the nails into the ground and Ruby doing an excellent job festooning the red tent in lights and flowers. For the sake of appearances. On a scouting mission, they were bound to be there a while, so the tent might as well look amazing.

            Blake sliced at the forest floor with her blades, cleaning up a clearing from the dense jungle. Weiss cobbled together a fire pit from rocks and wood and set off a spark from the tip of her rapier. The camp fire steadily started, a languid Weiss sitting down by the flames, careful to rest herself so as to avoid her dress getting any dirtier. The jungle was hot and moist, so Weiss inched herself away from her creation. Blake reached into her pack and freed some fish they had caught on the way. She drove some sticks into the sides of the fire and established a split roast for them to cook the fish over. Blake would very happily assume the role of cooking the fish.

            “Here, now it’s a home!” Ruby grinned, unrolling the sleeping bags in the tent. They were pretty standard military stuff, lacking character in their army green sleeping bags. Ruby threw herself at the sleeping bags to test their comfort, relaxed under the auspices of her friends staying vigilant over the surroundings.

            Far from their homes, the girls were sent on a mission. Whilst such an advanced scouting mission was normally reserved for extremely experienced units, a huntress’s touch was required. There were rumors of something running amok in the distant island jungles. They were uncharted territory, and there was plenty of miles of jungle to cover. Several teams were established for the search for the mysterious creatures they were said to lurk the jungle. If left unchecked, well, who can really say what havoc it would create. The creature could decide eventually to cross over to the main land, or grow stronger in the jungle feeding on the animals that lurked. Grimm had a way of feeding off the lively places in the world to further their darkness.

            Team RWBY just simply had to scout the jungle for a few days, and if nothing pressing emerges, they will be withdrawn. They really weren’t sent with the intent of finding anything, but to not send them would have made it seem as if Beacon was no longer taking issues seriously. There was a precedence for them to respond to all calls for help, no matter how distant, no matter how enigmatic. This one was no different. Another obscure shadow to shine line on from the ever vigilant beacon.

            The team wasn’t complaining. Another mission to go on their records, and one that claimed to be pretty advanced too? A sleepover in the jungle amounted to plenty of free huntress credit. Their ranks would seem that much more prestigious with “Advanced Recon: Deadly Jungle Surveillance” in their resumes. That was how it was supposed to go.

            Trees glowed orange as the sun painted the towers of vines and plants the shade of sunset. The team were fed and vigilant, at least to an extent. Blake quietly read over some novel concerning the personal growths and journeys of a struggling girl. Yang was well captivated by a shockingly intense card game with Ruby. Weiss organized the fire wood stack, never seeming to find the right balance between aesthetic and versatility.

            Night came, and still, no sign of anything worth their time. The card game was exhausted, the fire was dim, and the girls were gathering in the tent to call it a night. They changed out of their outfits for the sake of trying not to sweat in them much more than they already did, and changed into some very thin pajamas. It was mostly white tank tops and shorts for them. While the jungle got pretty cold at night, things heated up pretty fast when dipping into the morning, so it was pretty important whatever they were wearing was something they weren’t too attached to. They all agreed someone should be on watch, Ruby electing to go first.

            The girl changed back into her uniform and sat vigilantly by the fire. She reached into the wood pile with her scythe and transported a couple more sticks into the little fire. The hungry embers nibbled at the log. Their hunger got the best of them, and the chorus of crackling flames devoured the log in smoldering pockets of luminescent orange. A long spire of smoke shot out, followed by a thin one blown away by the cold wind, then a short one, and one final massive cloud of smoke emerged from the fledgling fire.  The night was filled with the calls of birds and the chirping of insects. Nothing quieted down for a second, the schedule was always filled with the need for some animal to call out and confirm its existence. Ruby sighed. Her thrills with the exotic species was a bit hampered by the need to keep watch over the dark pockets of grass to the front. She was tired of their calls, of their shapes, of them. She was missing home already. But she remained dutiful, loyalty well trumping her own concerns in her book.

            She wriggled her nose, her nostrils getting itchy the in the moist jungle air. She sighed, leaning back just a little, her rear firm against the dirt. She reached for a cloth and quietly polished the blade of her scythe. The fire danced faint lights across the steel of her weapon, the faint warmth given off was heaven for Ruby’s legs as they grew cold even in her stockings.

            Her nose itched. She reached up and scratched it fast. She reached around the fire and found the left over flank of fish. Figuring her growing appetite wasn’t going to vanish, she nibbled at what was left of the fish eagerly. Eating for the sake of eating usually helped time to pass pretty well, she found. Everything goes by faster with a bag of potato chips, she figured. Fish tail was pretty close to potato chips.

            She inhaled through her nose, her blushed little nose flaring up with sensations. She couldn’t take the irritation any longer! She stood straight up from her resting place and listened to her nose. She took her first attentive whiff of the air. There was this most pleasant smell just floating lazily in the air. Ruby raised a brow, though a little sub conscious smirk appeared over her face anyways. It was a pretty good smell by all accounts. She felt one foot go down in front of the other. Then the other caught up. She was tripped over herself until the light of the fire vanished.

            From her side she withdrew a flash light, illuminating her torch against the dark recesses of the jungle. Her body carried her on, her mind catching up with the sense of her legs. The beast might be near! It could be using the scent as some sort of lure! Ruby gripped tight onto her scythe, resting it on her shoulder, her free hand holding her flash light out clearly. Every step was a little rougher than the last. The jungle was only getting thicker the further she went, the path ever more difficult to traverse. She was losing track of her footing, the floor started to go down, her feet only getting more tangled up in the roots in front of her. A pink fog started to set in, and Ruby couldn’t see two inches past her nose.

            “Urgh!” She waved her flash night in front of her face, trying to dismiss the clouds blocking her vision with no luck. They were thick, ghostly mists as far as she was concerned. Clear her vision wasn’t going to be possible. The swings nearly set her off her feet. She caught her balance and carried on ever deeper.

            It was clear by now the path she took had led her into a tunnel. When she looked up, she could detect a roof of thick roots above her. The path behind her was clearly brighter than where she was headed. It seemed like the perfect nest for a Grimm to Ruby. Ruby figured she should head back to camp and grab some backup, but the scent reminded her of her duty. As soon as she headed back, the wonderful smell could completely stop, and she wouldn’t be able to follow it. No doubt the beast was cunning! It would hide as soon as Ruby tried to return with a force it deemed big enough to demolish it. Although old, wise Grimm were wise enough to only pick fights they would win, Ruby was set to surprise this Grimm. If it figured Ruby by herself was a fight it could take, it had a load of hell coming.

            The steps in front of her were sinking lower. It was like climbing a new staircase for the first time in the dark. The steps she took were uneven. Spirals of roots claimed her foot rests every once In a while. Steps were often uneven, one leg a bit above the other. The especially lowered steps set off her paranoia. There was no way to tell if what below her was a cliff or another step.

            Her head hit the roof. She lowered her head just a tad and found the path still went on. It was a tunnel in the wall that she blindly went down. The scent was getting stronger now, and she closer than ever to finding the source. Her scythe was still held tight in her hand, the flash light illuminating bits of the pink mist. The path lowered and lowered. Eventually she was crawling. The tunnel was narrower than her scythe. She wasn’t able to keep traveling with it on her shoulder. Push and tug as much as she did, she just couldn’t travel any further. Surrendering with a sigh, she dropped it and carried on. She figured she could lure the monster out and run back to catch the scythe. Besides, the scent was so strong, she wasn’t going to be traveling much further. She was so close, she could just tell.

            As she slid further down the tunnel, thorns began to tug at her hood. Caught up in the grip of the spikes, she discarded her cape. She couldn’t afford to let anything slow her down. The fog in front of her only got thicker and thicker. Turning the flash light on and off confirmed the light was doing nothing for her! She discarded the light and dedicated both of her hands into crawling through. She felt a jab at her back. Then another one. The pain made her nose open wider. The scent shot through her body. This was the thickest it ever was. She had to get more of it! She was so close to the source!

            The thorns dug into her every crawling step of the way. Her outfit was ripped at, especially along her back. Her pale skin was exposed to thick, pink air. The fog felt so warm against her cold body. It soothed her so powerfully she collapsed against her arms. She sighed happily, up until she noticed her resting dug more needles into her stomach. She growled, trying to stand back on shivering arms. Her whole body started to shake and stutter. Her eyes went wobbly, her mouth opened and she drooled and moaned. She knew she was poisoned! She followed her nose, and dragged herself down the path she was stuck in. The only solace she had was the rich sweet scent in the air.

            The tunnel was starting to get a little brighter! The pink mist was lighter in shade as the light shone through the thick fog. Ruby grinned, racing down. Her boots slipped off from her feet. Her feet felt bloated, as if had she kept her boots on any much longer she would have burst them. She felt her foot snap, her toes sprout something sharp and long. Her feet felt prickly, a sensation further than the skin deep stabbing of the vine needles she dragged her body against. The same sensation started to drive into her hands. It drove her crazy, like all she wanted to do was scratch them, but she was so busy dragging herself out of the cave.

            It started to get harder to crawl. Her chest was harder and harder to shove against the ground. She had less and less room to work with, she clearly felt like she was moving more stuff than she ever had to before. Her soft flesh sunk against herself as she pressed it against the floor further and further. The mist was only getting clearer. Ruby could hardly make out what happened to her hands, there was something dark shrouding them, and the shroud was only growing further.

            She fell. She rolled out from the end of her tunnel and fell right into a pit. The moonlight emitted through the hole at the top of the tunnel. In the center of the grassy crevice, a vine covered green mass pulsated irregularly. Every pulse made watery pours bursts and inflate. Ruby’s nose lifted. The flower pores all over the bulbous thing emitted the pink mist. Ruby drooled at the scent, at last at the center of where the scent came from. She dragged her hands against her clothes instinctually, discovering quickly her hands had some very useful claws at the ends of them. She tore into her clothes, a spikey vine assisting her in becoming freed from her clothing. Completely naked, Ruby looked down over her own body to see just how much her chest bloated. Her pitiful cup size was eclipsed by some Yang rivaling breasts. She played with her luscious tits, happy to see her sensitive orbs bounce with gusto. She snickered a devilish giggle she never knew she had.

            The fur from her paws, what was once her feet, grew all the way up to her knees, her pale thighs remaining untouched. Her paws were beating out her feet as far as she was concerned, the floor was becoming steadily further away from Ruby’s vision. Standing a foot taller, she humped herself against mass. Her breasts rubbed against the green thing, warmth building in it wherever her breasts touched. Vines gripped tight around her rear. Those growths pushed and prodded, insisting Ruby never stop. They wanted her to grind against the mass until she was dry. She found it hard to resist, her drooling mouth becoming jagged as her teeth turned to fangs. Her eyes glowed with nocturnal vision. She gripped into the mass and humped and humped. A flower grew out on a vine, pressing against her folds. She cooed as little sensitive stamen pressed against her. They gripped around her clit, and started to tug. Her neck felt a prickly sensation, though along a very clear line. It cleared all around her, a circular going all the way around her neck. A vine grabbed around her head and tugged.

            Her nub extended and grew. Her clitoris was teased beyond pain, it became something more. It grew in the pink pollen embrace of the flower, forcing more inches to sprout to accommodate its desire to tug and tug. Her head felt lighter and lighter between her shoulders. Muscles always so tightly gripping her noggin to keep it in place ceased. With one final tug, her cock grew out in a cum exploding burst. She fed the flower all the spew she had, spurting uncontrollably as the girl drooled all over herself, over her morphed breasts, across her bare midriff, onto her cock. Thick bubbles of cum secreted, sliding down over her long slender legs, down into her fur. Her head came loose, and the vine tugged it off.

            Despite the fact she should be scared, or dead, Ruby was completely fine. Her head coming loose was just something she could do, it felt as natural as anything. She still felt everything that happened to her body, the vines just now lifted her to get a better view. Her butt bubbled a little, her hips widened to accommodate her higher frame. Little bony structures grew out of her skin, stretching her back open as new appendages grew. Her bouncing rear, moving up and down as she mindlessly humped into the flower that rear started to grow a new friend. From her tailbone, a sprout grew out. At its inception, it was wet and red. It grew out further and further, growing little spikes all along it. It finished at a thick nub at the end covered in spikes with a little opening into the sac at the end of the length. Her tail flexed and played with the vines surrounding it. Ruby moaned, her shoulders shuddered, her wings finished growing. She reached for her head with her thick paw hands and placed it back on. She fluttered her bat wings, and flew out of the hole, into the night. A pink mist secreted from her tail. She started to snicker, her head feeling foggy, growing more tainted as ears started to prod out from the top of her head. Perfect red dog ears.

            “I gotta show everybody!” Ruby snickered. She couldn’t stop laughing to herself. She was so excited to see everyone else become like her. She wanted to spread it so bad. Her tail leaked. Her cock did the same. She didn’t get a good look at it yet… She tugged off her head and lowered it to her cock, her little wings fluttering to keep her afloat, her tail whipping in the air.

            “I’m so big and jiggly now!” Ruby purred. Her cock was dog like, a thick knot in the center. Though, she was lucky she just lowered, she was about to be gifted again. A second nub grew out from below the first. Her mouth went wide in excitement. It grew out further and further, the blossoming red growth mirroring her first dog cock perfectly. It was like watching a professional tracer curve the pen in all the right ways. The second cock grew out to be just as long too. Her hands shuddered, and she impaled her mouth against her second cock, the first one jabbed at her forehead, running cum down across her nose. She snickered, her arms thrusting her back and forth. She kept at it until her second cock came, the cum spilled down her neck and out into the night air, eventually dropping down like rain into the forest.

            A little alarm on her phone went off, and Weiss took notice it was now time for her watch. Ruby had hopefully at this point not gone off or messed up her post at all. Weiss sighed. She could be a bit hard on the girl, but expectations were something that came with responsibility. She was frustrated at times with Ruby being chosen as leader, so she exported those feelings into her expectations. She regained her focus, shaking her head and her long white locks of hair with it. Her pajamas were exchanged for her wintry royal attire, her boots clasped firmly on her feet. She adjusted her skirt, did her hair up in a ponytail, and exited the tent into the cold night air, rapier grasped firmly in her hand.

            Much to her chagrin, it just so happened her most disappointing fantasies of Ruby had all become an immediate reality. Ruby was completely gone from her post. There was no trace of where she was. Weiss took immediate attention to the fire. It was completely out save for the few sparks that still lit the pit orange. Ruby must have left a while ago, the oaf hadn’t touched the fire long enough for it to have been put out so much. Weiss sighed, her concern driving her sick already. Her stomach was in knots.

            “No!” Weiss firmed her knees, spread her thighs, and placed one leg in front of the other. She breathed in, she breathed out. She took control of her thoughts, and undid all the bows in her stomach. She had to focus on finding Ruby. “Besides… She’s probably just off being an idiot. Heaven knows that girl and her ways… Haha, maybe she chased a butterfly or something…”  Weiss was fairly confident she could find Ruby. And right away, she stumbled onto a hint. Her nose started catching a whiff of something.

            “T-that smells amazing…” Weiss remarked, scratching at her nose as it started to get a little itchy from the decedent scent. “I bet Ruby followed it like the moron she is.” Weiss shook her head in resigning to the naïve nature of her team mate. “God, she’s so predictable.” Weiss could only hope she didn’t go far. She’d follow after the smell, and if Ruby wasn’t close in a say, a couple yards, she would turn back and alert the rest of the team about Ruby’s complete missing. She couldn’t afford to mess around, after all this mission was about hunting for a strange creature. It is completely sensical that it could be using the scent as a trap. Weiss shook her head. For some reason, she convinced herself the scent was non-consequential. It was just a good smell, nothing nefarious here.

            The path was long, but after a while of following it, the mist started to roll in. She couldn’t turn back, surely, in such a thick fog. Though she did notice through the thick pink something moving around. First it was tendril shaped, sliding across her field of vision before vanishing behind the cover of the other shadows. And near the sky, she something swing by, flying fast… It swung over again… And again… Weiss was feeling wobbly on her knees.

            “Heya, Weiss!” Weiss turned her head, furious already at hearing Ruby’s voice.

            “Ruby! Why in the hell did you leave camp? What the hell where you think-“Weiss stopped in her tracks as she turned. Ruby was different. Her hair was a little more wild, that black and red mix a bit more clear. Not to mention the ears sticking out of the top of her head. The wings were especially concerning. As were the- “HOLY TITS.” Weiss really took a step back then. Of course, with the notice of her full breasts, Weiss also saw Ruby’s erect dog pricks, both of them leaking intensely. She had paws too, and fur up her arms and legs. And the tail rolling back and forth behind her was… intense.

            “Look how big I am Weiss!” Ruby grinned, her body curling through cute positions, her hands going up to her cheeks to pose. “C’mon, this is like the best body ever!” She curled herself back and forth, her huge test bobbing in so the same rhythm. Weiss was confused, taking steps backwards.

            “What happened to you?”

            “I don’t know!” Ruby grinned. “But I can do this!” Ruby dug her fingers and claws against her hair, slowly started to tug, and her head came clean off. “Isn’t this cool?!” Weiss screamed and made a run for it. Ruby wasn’t having that.

            Weiss ran. The mist was thick, but the smell was guiding her. She followed her nose as far as she could until her head met a lowering ceiling. She wasn’t sure when she entered a cave in the space of pink clouds, but there she was. She turned, not sure if she was ready to make the plunge and dive into the lower ceiling, no matter how lovely the smell. She’d have to run back, get help. Her head wasn’t so fogged as to forget she had backup. She darted for it.

            Weiss opened her eyes, a split second and her face was in the dirt of the forest floor. Claws poked at her skin as they tore away her clothes. Loud rips made Weiss shivered as every shred of her garments     were rendered from her body. Naked, her pale back exposed, Ruby held her down by her feet. Her foot’s claws where cold against Weiss’s back. The poor pale girl suddenly felt a jab at her back. The venom slipping into her, Ruby’s tail pumping her terrible corruptor into Weiss’s skin. The girl shivered on the forest floor, drooling uncontrollably.

            The smell became stronger. That was the first thing that happened for sure. Weiss’s nose become so much more sensitive, though it didn’t change in any way. After that, her body starting going numb. She couldn’t stop shivering. The jungle got so cold at night, and Weiss felt no warmer than the terrible winter air. She laid naked, suddenly on her back, Ruby probably rolled her over. Keeping track of time was incredibly hard as her body readjusted.

            The alarm rose in her when she noticed the jungle around her was dying. The plants she laid on turned to ice. Snow gently fell onto the tropical leaves, the extremes of the world meeting as tropics were overrun by arctic. Weiss’s body was covered in the snow as it fell. Each flake mixed with the pink dust in the air and sunk into her skin. Despite the cold, Weiss felt a smile inch across her face. The near thoughtless girl found happiness in the cold. Suddenly, a feeling came back to her. Thoughts were still so far in her hypothermia fantasy that she couldn’t even think of her name, but something came back to her. Warmth. Not much, but a little, and it was at the tip of her head.

            She reached her numb hand up to try and touch. Something was growing, something fuzzy rubbing against the palm of her hand as it changed and formed. She dug her thumb against it, but only texture feeling had returned to her numb hands. Her rear was warm. The few inches about her rear heated up more and more, a snake of heat emerging from her body. Her spine elongated, inching out from her naked body. She adjusted her laying position with limp legs, allowing the growing fuzzy appendage room. Though, she needed to lift herself more. As soon as she thought it was done, a new streamer of warmth inched and swirled out from her rear. Finally one more. There were three warm, furry things in total growing out from her rear. The smile on her face only grew.

            Her breasts became heated once more. Snowflakes landed against her fragile feminine form. Her breasts grew only a little before they ceased. Icy crystals landed against the tips of her pale areola. Her nipples stood erect, the teasing of the cold icy fingers of snow arousing her. It was beyond the irregular pain of cold in such an uncomfortable place, it felt like every time the snow touched her form she was suddenly all the more aware of how glorious that place was. Her calmness in her naked form came back her from her frozen state. From stasis, she rose with love for her naked body. She could formulate any excuse to show herself off, ever so happily stripping or bending over.

            From the tips of her teased nipples, little beads started to blossom out. Her milk ran down from her sensitive breasts, rolling across her stomach, and touching her crotch. Weiss noticed as she watched the rolling drops of milk just how cold she must be. She was completely blue, a body with no red, no warmth. She was amazed she could even feel warmth in her tail and ears, but she was surely happy. And now she was feeling warmth in a place she was very happy to.

            Her crotch was lit ablaze, her clit started to grow from the nurturing fertilizer of her milk. She was amazed, and so happy. Weiss so badly wanted more body to show off, something so lewd and terrible. Her dirty mind fled the realms of sane fear. She found lustful pride in the sprouting, organ. Forsake the dancing around the term! Weiss shouted as her lips regained warmth, “Weiss has a cock now!” She cooed. The pride welling up in her voice was incredible. She forced her flailing numb hands to be thrown at the cock. She was tired of her asleep limbs, her coldness hindering her. She seized her form, became the mistress of the icy body she now inhabited, and she herself onto her growing cock.

            It was sleek and slender, a thin long cock. It grew so long, not an unimpressive inch to be found between her thighs. Weiss jerked it as soon as she knew she could. The first time she came she moaned and had all the lovely facial expressions of her first time. The fear, the happiness, the lip frowning lust, the tongue flailing desire, the semen that made her body shiver with satisfaction. She licked her long cock clean, her cock so long this procedure was safe and doable. She was so fed in her cock filled world she nearly forgot someone was with her, but soon as her foxy butt remembered who was watching, she suddenly raised her rear end to the air. “Ruby, please do Weiss” Weiss’s hands shivered, digging her clawed fingers into the dirt. “Weiss is tired of being proud, Weiss just wants her body to be looked at, and her pussy to be stuffed with cum!”

            “Well~” Ruby sung. “I’m happy to see Weiss has a better grip on what she’s good for.” The corrupt Ruby grabbed ahold of the girl’s blue, slender frame. Her dog pricks ached, the perfection cushion for depositing her overflowing Manticore spunk was before her. Weiss’s moaned happily as her pussy and ass were filled. Ruby sloppily took her holes, cum leaking out from every wet cock as she inserted her spewing rods down each hole.

            Weiss’s bouquet of tails waved and shivered, brushing against Ruby affectionately. She cuddled with the monstrous girl as she took her. Weiss’s body squealed in delight at the very touch of cum. Cum dripped down on her body was hot, hot as the lust of Ruby, hot as the pricks that slid in and out of her. It was the perfect heat source, the perfect nutrients. Ruby could probably agree with the nutrient part. “Y-you’re making Weiss so warm!” Weiss moaned cutely against the grass. She couldn’t help how amazing it felt, and she just had to share. Ruby scratched at her approving.

            “I’m enjoying it too- I mean, Ruby likes~” She teased Weiss, who hadn’t even noticed the new habit she picked up.

            “Weiss is happy you like it~ Now hurry up, cum in Weiss!”

            Ruby pounded her into the ground. Weiss’s tits leaked like crazy, her snowy cream dripping to the ground. Ruby’s cocks slammed hard into her. Weiss moaned and screamed, her song edging Ruby on until it all broke. Her cocks squeezed out every inch of cum she had. Her lubed cock slipped from her filled ass and continued to cum down Weiss’s back. Weiss screamed happily, cum on her skin feeling so much better. She forcefully tugged herself out of Ruby and rolled herself onto her back, rolling through her milk, the cum leaking out of her ass churning through her roll leaving little swirls in the ground to make a puddle. Ruby got the message as Weiss spread her legs and used her hands to spread cum across her back. Weiss barked and yipped happily, her tongue hanging out in her few feral moments. Her behavior didn’t remain, but the icy girl would never stop appreciating the cum strewn across her belly as she howled in lust.

            With a start, Blake awoke. She had a nightmare. She overwhelmed with dread and a feeling she might oversleep past her scheduled time to watch over the camp. She changed into her uniform and snuck out of the tent, careful not to awaken the inhabitants. The tent was too dark for her to really see who was in it. Outside, she saw no one. Peering back into the tent, letting the light of the moon shine through, it was clear only Yang was still present, tucked away into her sleeping bag, one of her breasts hanging loose from her tank top. Blake shut the tent, turning her attention to the smell in the air. Her cat sense of smell made her especially sensitive to the scent. Her mind was overtaken, and she ran off in the direction of it.

            Her shoe dug into the dirt. She had no idea what the hell she was doing. Her mind just jumped as soon as she got a whiff of the air. She ran like a cat in heat, and really she felt like one. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this horny! It wasn’t mating season, not by a long shot, but the scent was a perfect aphrodisiac perfume. She was wobbling, walking pathetically forward. She felt someone grab her and she didn’t resist. She felt so useless and horny, she’d happily let anyone bend her over. Any one at all.

            Her hands met a tree. Blake bent over, presenting herself to her future mate. She turned to see the deformed, monstrous Ruby. Her whole body was a demented version of the innocent girl who once was. Wilder hair, and her ears… Blake’s tongue drooped out instinctually. She was shredded and naked by Ruby’s claws in seconds. Her resistance was murdered by the pink fog in the air clogging her mind. Dirty fantasies and thoughts occupied Blake’s mind, her cerebral sex drive driven to maximum as her every second thought was one that drifted back to cock. Ruby dragged her dicks into Blake, siding her rear and slit wide open. It took some careful positioning, but when Ruby thrust forward, both cocks perfectly found their homes. Blake moaned in delight, her lust addled mind at last satisfied. She felt a jab at her back, Ruby’s tail driving a spike into her. She could hardly care! The venom that pumped into her never registered with her mind. She couldn’t find the ability to care as long as she got the satisfaction to her lust. It was an itch that mattered more than anything else. In apathy, she oozed in her consuming mud of sex.

            Tugged from the tree by Ruby’s sharp claws, Blake mewed as she was forced off from her support base. Taken from her support, her body was turned until her eyes met what happened to Weiss. Weiss approached from behind Ruby. She looked like the incarnation of cold. Her skin was nearly blue, so pale and frozen. Her breasts were covered in beads of milk. She had a cock that was hard not to notice with just how massive and thin it was. Three white tails swished behind her playfully. “W-Weiss?” Blake asked, concern returning to the sexed up Faunus before Ruby starting thrusting again. Blake’s hands were held behind her back by her monstrous captor. She stared wide eyed behind her at Weiss, the girl walking from the right of Ruby. Lust and confusion battled, paranoia, anticipation, blended and mixed into the stirring in her loins. “W-what happened to MEW!~” Blake blushed. “M-meow!” Her mind was muddled, concern for her inability to speak washed away, her focus shifted. She started blinking rapidly, some sort of pressure swelling in her skull. The darkness in her closed eyes faded lighter a few shades. When she opened her eyes, the night seemed so much clearer. Her eyes were now feline slits that glowed yellow in the night time air.

            “Don’t worry, Blake.” Weiss grinned. “Weiss will fix your brain nice and good. Just make sure you suck Weiss off really well. Weiss’s big cock is so horny just for you!” The fox girl said. The snowy tailed woman walked around the coupled pair. Ruby slowly turned Blake away from the tree she once clung to so wildly, the distance between Blake and the tree now larger. Blake was now bent in front of Weiss. With a catapult thrust, Blake’s face was launched at Weiss’s attention grabber cock. Blake moaned and meowed, forced to swallow her long, thin cock.

            Through teary eyes, Blake watched Weiss desecrate her face. Blake was brought to moan as Ruby humped into her, her pitiful mumblings of overflowing lust stanched by Weiss’s plugging member. Whatever resistance there was, it was washed away by the endless humping, the continuous thrusts. Ruby stuffed her in the back with her fat knots, both of her doggy cocks occupying one of Blake’s holes. Weiss’s slick spear gagged Blake from the front. Blake was gorged on cocks.

            The cum came pouring in. Blake’s hands dug into Weiss’s thighs. Weiss moaned as her icy skin was touched, ever so happy to have her naked form touched so. Blake’s ears twitched, the modest small set growing larger. She felt Weiss and Ruby start to walk forward. Blake screamed and muffled yelp in fear, afraid they’d be spear her in half. However, as they walked, it felt as if they were no more into Blake. It was Blake who was shrinking in the center of her dick split roast, and they walked forward to keep the balance. Weiss flicked her cock free of Blake’s mouth. Blake mewed loudly. “M-meowr! Gimme more!” She couldn’t control her mouth. She stretched her tongue out and dragged it across Weiss’s slender cock .

            “Ooph!” Weiss snickered. “Blake, your tongue is so rough on Weiss’s cock.” Blake stared at her tongue, seeing the texture of her tongue clearly in the night air. Ruby started to slap Blake’s rear. Blake turned to try and see what was happening.

            “Oooh, Blake!” Ruby snickered, the monstrous tall girl slapping the much smaller girl. “Your butt. Just, wow!” Ruby groped her rear, rubbing the bouncy flesh between her fingers. “It’s getting bigger.” The rear ballooned out, her thighs growing to match. It kept going and going until her rear was as big as possible. No pants or panties could conqueror it. All panties would be a thong against those cheeks, all shorts bikini bottoms by the overwhelming weighty cheeks.

            What now overwhelmed Blake was realizing what her previous lust spell meant. Blake wasn’t a fool, in her intelligent mind she knew she was feeling a heat cycle. Her body was more cat like than she ever was. Her pussy started to leak, not just Ruby’s cum, but a wave of Blake’s lubricant, forcing her body to prepare for her overwhelming lust for more cock. She mewed with need, her hands grew claws, her tail grew longer. She wiggled her rear around in the air, curling herself around on all fours. “Meeeeow~ Oh Weiss~ Can nya do me?” Intelligence sure as hell didn’t get her laid, though.

            Weiss rubbed her fingers against Blake’s raised rear, though something else started to happen. Blake’s bare thighs bore a new addition. Her trembling thighs spread for a fat cat prick. Prickly and spiked, it prodded against her warm skin, sliding out slowly. Cat cum coated the tip of her head, her pussy sprayed openly. Ruby was satisfied at last with Blake, but saw Weiss started to lean down to kiss the new prick.

            “We need to focus, guys!” Ruby said. Weiss was alarmed, backing away from the horny Blake.

            “What do you need? Weiss is horny, a-and she demands to be able to do Blake right this instant!” Weiss pouted.

            “Yang! Yang you dorks!” Ruby grunted. “C’mon! She’s the only one left! And like, if we spread it to her, we can make this threesome a foursome! That’s plus one!”

            “…Weiss likes plus one. F-fine! But this better be quick, Ruby! Weiss is horny, and she needs some good cat dick.”

            “Oh don’t worry! Just follow my lead!”

            Yang snored loudly. The tent was empty, save for the crumpled sleeping bags all to the side. The timer went off, attempting to awaken Yang. However, the blonde couldn’t be bother to be awoken. She was a bit of a heavy sleeper. An alarm wouldn’t be enough to wake her up. What was enough, though, was the sounds from outside. Yang rose from her sleep. She turned the alarm off and looked around. “Ummm… okay, I’m pretty sure there should be some sleeping people in here…” Yang looked around the tent, lifting blankets and peering under them. The sounds from outside escalated. Yang changed into her regular outfit. She unzipped the tent door and slipped outside.

            “Oh.” Yang said, giving a proper response to a massive monstrous Ruby, flapping her wings and juggling her head, two floppy dock cocks hanging between her thighs. Or a foxy, icy Weiss, flapping three tails behind her, a thin fox cock drawing the eye. Or the tiny Blake with a massive booty and a fat cat prick. “Oh” was the right response to all of these. “So… Those probably aren’t costumes…” Yang said.

            “Nope.” Ruby licked her fangs.

            “Ah, that’s why I figured. Hey… That’s a nice tail you got Ruby. What kind is it?”

            “I think it’s a scorption tail.” Ruby giggles, waving her venom dripping dagger tail around.

            “Ah, that’s cool, that’s cool…” Yang prepared to run. Before she could start darting, Ruby stabbed her square in the gut. Yang screamed and started wildly flailing her flaming fists. Ruby and the rest fell backwards. Yang fell back into the tent and zipped it back up. Yang sat in the tent, her fists at the ready to fight off the monstrous renditions of her friends.

            Sitting alone in the confines of the tiny tent, Yang turned on an electric lantern and sat alone. She panted, feeling the twisting in her guts. She brought her hands to her exposed midriff, watching the red venom drip from her stomach wound. Before her eyes, the wound started to steam and fill itself in. “H-hold yourself together, Yang.” She said to herself. The wound healing wasn’t something she was expecting, but she was still worried about the venom. She dug around the tent floor for her bag to find some medicine.

            Through the tent, she could see the figures of her morphed friends circling the tent. Yang gulped, trying to find anything that said it would treat venom. She dropped the anti-venom from her hands as she saw them morph. The bones cracked, little green scales sprouted from her fingers that grew out new claws. Yang tried to pull out the scales, do something to reverse it, but nothing worked. Sighed, she sat back a little further, trying to relax.

            Her breath grew more heated. She felt something itching at her crotch. Turning her eyes down, she noticed her hand operating on alien desires. Some handler now moved her arm against her will, digging her clawed fingers into her crotch. She scratched through her tight shorts, ripped apart her panties. Her hand played with her clitty, fighting against her intentions. She tried using her other hand to pull it away, but every time she touched her other arm, her resisting hand turned to jelly, and let the teasing fingers continue to plumage her body.

            “S-stop!” Yang tried to tell herself. “Stop! Just stop it!” She couldn’t stop. She put one leg forward to stand, only to trip forward onto her chest. She turned her head to see her legs. Her shorts started to tear, as her flesh reached between each other to tie her legs together. Scales started to sprout. She rolled her morphing body back onto her back. She watched in horror as her legs morphed together. Her feet were dragged like screaming victims into each other, forming the tip of her tail, of her naga like lower body. Her combined legs stretched out further.

            The final scraps of her shorts and panties were torn apart by the sudden emergence of her dragon length. A fat scaley cock with jags and a slick pointy end. Both of Yang’s hands now mindlessly thrust against her cock. “Stop stop stop! Oh god dammit! STOP!” Yang moaned. “M-mmm… Feels good though… E-hehehehe… Wow… S-so good…” Yang felt her mind melt out her cock. Her brain melted and the pink made hearts in her eyes. “Big tits… Big dicks… Big butts… Ehehehe… God my head is like in such a gutter~ I-I should stop, but god I just. Don’t. Care!”

            Her tits fell out of her shirt in massive watermelon sizes, plenty larger than ever before. Her tits leaked dragon milk in rapid geysers. Her dragon cock spewed, cum spurting out in geysers. The spunk hit her hair, moving down across it like soap suds. All her cum touched turned pink. Her blonde hair was now covered in pink streaks. Her forked tongue hung out.

            Ruby and her group watched the shadows within the tent. The busty silhouette started to grow. Her tail made her larger, and larger, and larger. The tent snapped and broke open. Yang roared her lustful growl as she was freed from the constraining tent. “Hey guys!~” Yang moaned happily. “Sorry I took so long~ But I really need to fuck someone right now. “The others all nodded and ran at Yang. Yang lowered herself a little ways atop her ryu lower body.

            Weiss leapt happily at Yang, humping at her torso and cuddling against her. “Weiss want dick!” Weiss moaned. Yang chuckled, humping her fat dragon dick into the pale icy girl. Weiss drained the heat from the molten dragon prick. Weiss gasped and moaned, melting against Yang’s warmth, her prick which stretched Weiss’s hips to her maximum. Yang took a choker and hung it around Weiss’s throat.

            “Mine~” Yang commanded. Weiss nodded mindlessly.

            “And you’re mine~” Ruby grinned. She bent Yang over just a little, the long flexible tail able to adjust a little to allow for some more unique positioning. Weiss remained, being fucked by Yang’s lower snake like body in her lip, Ruby bent Yang over and humped into her ass. “Ah~ Oh fuck my sister feels amazing~”

            “You’re telling me~ Like, that knot is so thick~ I never thought I’d love being fucked by a dog so much~”

            “How about a cat?” Blake purred. Yang grinned and tickled Blake’s nose with the tip of her tail. Then she wrapped her thin tail tip around Blake’s cat prick and thrust the rest of her tail into Blake’s slit.

            “A cat is fine too.” Yang snickered. Her fangs grew in. Fins sprouted from the side of her face. Long, majestic horns grew out from her head. Her pink heart eyes glowed, and Yang erupted a load of fire from her mouth as thrust into her friends and her sister thrust into her. They all went as long as they could and then went even longer. To them, the night was endless.

            They would fuck and fuck, talking turns over who owns Blake and Weiss. The two were turning very submissive, and Ruby had to find another thing to turn into a collar for Blake. Though, one day their jungle adventure was interrupted when the recovery ship came back to look for them…

Part II

            Beacon wasn’t the same. Ever since the disappearance of Team RWBY, the academy has been under lockdown. The Jungle claimed four innocent girls, huntresses with such potential it was an absolute tragedy they had vanished. A squad was sent to go find the girls, but they have vanished as well. No one else will be sent there until a group strong enough to ensure a safe return can be assembled. A prime candidate was JNPR, but no one was willing to send another squad of kids out.

            Mourning was the tone of school as they missed dearly some of their starred pupils. The Schnee Company was suddenly awake with a vengeful need. They were readying soldiers to burn down the jungle if it meant saving Weiss. Tensions were high, and rumors were spreading about a secret surge of grimm that had snuck into the city. They say the activity was headed towards the power plants, but no one with a sane head could ever believe that a grimm could get that far into the city.

            It was in the dead of the night. The cars passed silently down the streets, mud puddles deposited from earlier in the day made jets of water spew across the sidewalks. The street lamps illuminated the dampness of the paths to the side of the rode. The darkness was deep, the moon offering no light behind the depth of the shady clouds that lingered from the thunderstorms before. Pyrrha roamed down the streets. Her skirt swayed in the gentle night winds. Her school uniform was fairly warm, the girl not wanting for any more comfort in the bitter night.

            She’d known Team RWBY only in passing, but Jaune was very upset with the loss of Ruby and her friends. Weiss too. He was difficult to console, and he was spending the most of the few days since they have vanished trying to convince someone higher up in the ranks for his squad to be sent to go find them. Part of his debate was that he was going to camp out in the school until they finally approved for him to be sent, so he wouldn’t be at the dorms anytime soon. Maybe he’d give up and get tired, maybe he’d surrender to patience and see if he could join in on the main squadron once the larger band of hunters was assembled. Pyrrha knew, at least, she taught that boy stubbornness and bravery. He’d scream to be sent until his throat would no longer let him scream. He was going to save his friends, no matter what.

            On the way home from the shop, where she grabbed herself some treats for Juane if he returns to the dorm, she watched the sky to see if the moon would break free. It battled with the sky’s mist, but it never seemed to glow much beyond the textured clouds. The night would remain dark, and she would remain stuck near the street lamps on the way back to the dorms. She knew the path well, she’d traveled it often enough. But still, dark nights this terrible made her weary, especially with Team RWBY gone. Here she caught something sprinting through the night sky. It was a dark figure, but it was clearest against the dark silver clouds that slowly climbed against the sky.

            It flew, and flew, and it flew beyond what Pyrrha could see. Its wings flapped mightily, its tail flailing behind it, mighty and lumbering. It landed far away, arriving to meet her pack. “Heya ladies.” Ruby purred, licking her fangs as she rested from her flight. Her claws met against the ground. The rest of her pack was there.

            “Weiss is happy to see Ruby.” The fox girl said, her three tails waving behind her naked pale blue body. Ruby grinned at her. Blake emerged from the shadows, meeting with the rest. She was walking in ways that her ass was wobbling constantly, and she brought as much attention to her needs as possible. Yang grinned, her longer slithering draconic body carrying her well. She adjusted her blonde hair, her pink streaked bangs moving to the side.

            On each of their shoulders was a black tattoo. It was a mark made by The Grimm Growth, their overlord. He marked their shoulders with his black venom, drafting his tribal designs onto them, marking them and their loyalties. They knew his goals, and all felt the same deep in their corrupt hearts. Grimm Growth was grown long before the kingdom of man marked the earth and destroyed ecosystems. He watched as their buildings were built and their smoke stacks erected. More than anything, he sought to see mankind corrupt, torn from the lies of humanity, and offered a second chance in a new kingdom. A kingdom of the corrupt. The plant was no fool, no Captain Planet. He could care less of the meager forests or the other jungles, he just sough for his jungle, and his power to be larger than mankind, who built their weak monuments and convinced themselves of superiority.

            Blake was mounted suddenly by Yang, dumbly leaping at the horny cat to take claim of her. Ruby snickers, shaking her head in jestful disapproval. “Girls will be girls.” She rolled her eyes and stretched her bat wings out behind her. “As soon as you girls get done, join me at the dorms so we can get started! Weiss, you know what to do.” Weiss nodded.

            “Weiss is on it.” The girl vanished into a burst of white mist. The snowy wind reappeared in the power station. Ruby watched the building suddenly freeze over, and turned to admire all the lights of the city vanish behind the veil of pure dark. Ruby’s eyes needed no light to see. She took off into the night to conquer the weakling students. Ruby’s giddy self was still quite there, but she was sadistic, warped. She found giddy excitement in the hunt, in the careful capture of her prey. Corruption, transformation, pain, dominance, all of these things replaced the passions of Ruby’s heart. Her wings flapped loudly as she flew over Beacon.

            Pyrrha swung her head to stare up into the sky. She could hear something that sounded like flapping wings. A security guard rushed to her and offered her his torch to guide her through the dark to her dorm. Security was acting rather fast and already had the dorms locked down. Pyrrha humbly accepted the help and entered the building. The security officers would be around and offering candles. The power had only been out for a few minutes. Reactions were fast for such a paranoid bunch. Pyrrha spotted Nora out and about, helping out with delivering candles. Pyrrha thanked the guard and escorted herself to the roof. She had a curiosity to settle.

            “What was it that I heard…?” Pyrrha asked herself as she walked up the stairs to the roof of the dorm. The night sky was all the more dark without the lights of the kingdom of man. She felt a sting. It was quick and sudden, and a gust of wind immediately followed it. She thought nothing of it since it was so subtle, but she groaned out in pain. She hunched down and patted at her shoulder. Her eyes went wide when she saw the shoulder of her school uniform was ripped apart. She looked back and forth and rushed downstairs. The main campus would be in a crazy fray still, so asking to go to the nurse’s right away would be too much trouble. She’d just hide out in her room and self-diagnose the wound and hope things would settle soon. She suspected an attack was being dealt on Beacon, one they weren’t ready for. Her wound would be evidence as she gathered up help.

            She headed down the steps, heading back to her room. Security officers were busy handing candles out to everyone, students chatting with each other as they pondered why it was that the lights had gone out. Everyone was confused, and some were paranoid. Pyrrha spotted more than one person with their weapons on hand. They had the right idea in mind, Pyrrha thought. Nora was very busy, she’d taken over most of the candle handing out as the amount of guards was thinning out. She was giggly, as usual, and tossing a few like footballs.

            Pyrrha felt disturbed. Her body was getting sickly as she walked. It was nothing crippling, she could surely still reach her room, but it was growing worse. She had been sick for days now, and she was tired of it. She blamed herself for her weakness. Some part of her kept haunting her, telling her that if she had just simply been well when Juane started demanding to be sent to rescue Ruby, they might have been able to go. The blame fell on her shoulders by her own hands, she turned her head down to see her hands going to her chest just so. She hugged herself in the cold dark of the dorm as she lurked her way back to her dorm, her candle loosely in her hands.

            With trembling hands she walked into her room. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She was feeling paranoid after the scratch hit her, and she didn’t want whatever it was that did it to her sneaking in. There were a few windows around the room, but she was sure she would hear the best try and enter if it so much as attempted to lift the glass. The room was a simple one. Four beds, a closet, a bathroom, a few desks, and a few personal items to give the room the flair of the team. Pyrrha set her candle down on a bedside table and set upon the bed.

            Her shoes came loose from her feet. She sighed contently, laying back against the bed. She watched the shadows of flames dance against the ceiling. As she sighed, her body thanked her for the respite. It was nice to finally relax after a long day, and especially after the wound. She brought her hand to the wound. It was small, no bigger than a bee sting, but somehow it stung even worse than anything she had ever felt before. The gash in her uniform was far too large to be from an insect or anything, it was a genuine attack. By something big.

            If Grimm really were attacking, the power outage was a part of the plan. They were using the darkness as cover, sneaking jabs at the students as they could. Most weapons were stored over in the main campus locker rooms. If the beasts were orbiting around the campus, attacking anyone who poked their heads out into the night air, it would be in assurance that no one was armed and able to fight back. Something was fishy that they didn’t just abduct Pyrrha, or outright start a fight with her. They would surely win… Maybe she was overthinking things, but maybe whatever it was that attacked her wished for her to be alive and contained. The bear, keeping the bees in the hive.

            She drew hand back to her wound… Only to find her bare shoulder was no longer open. Idly, she budged further at her pale skin. Try as she might, all she found was smooth flesh were once a cut stood. Alerted, she sat up and peered at her shoulder, leaning forward from the bed to look it over in the candle light. All it did was confirm what she already felt. Her eyes did not betray her, not even in the near dark. She shuddered.

            The pain struck her harder. It was hers muscles heating, tensing with the wrath of a fever. It wracked her body and tormented her. It felt like her was being split open, she could feel the axed being shoved into her head with hands. She groaned, grinding her teeth into dust. She fell back on the bed, her fingers digging deep into the covers. The heat flooding her body was insane. It felt… It felt like an incredible workout. She felt all the fatigue of hours drenching her abs in sweat, clench her hamstrings tight, and her biceps ached with the familiar muscle pain of lifting.

            Her teeth ached. Her gums were afire with some new pain she’d never felt before. It was white hot, and made her teeth feel like lightning. Her fangs pressed against her lips easier than ever. Testing them between her throws of pain, she determined they were longer. Her fangs were so much longer, more hollow, more sensitive. She drew her tongue to lick over her elongated teeth, and blew her mind.

            She saw through her taste, through her hyper sensitive tongue. She saw her fangs clearly in her new heat vision, just exactly how long they were, how they were dripping with something… Something. Pyrrha shivered in utter fear. She heard the door knob turn. Panicked, she darted for the closet and hid herself from whoever it was who was trying to come in. She had a good hunch who it might be.

            Nora slid into the room, humming a sweet happy song. She set her candle down next to the other one, having their wicks touch. “Now kiss~” She cooed, giggling. She sat back on her bed, right next to Pyrrha’s. She got snuggled and comfortable, wriggling her rear down against it. Outside, she could hear the sounds of thunder. She opened the window to take a look outside. It was a broad window, very big. Nora didn’t half ass opening it either. She lifted it as far open as it would and peered out into the big broad open world. She inhaled the rainy air, and caught the first few tears of the clouds in her hand. “Ah man. It’s been raining aaaaall day! And now lookit, it’s gonna rain all night too.

            “I’m sick of the rain. I just wanna go outside and find something to do.” Nora blessed the fact it was so late at night. Sooner or later she’d fall asleep rather easily, though the energy of the night already had her hyped a little beyond plain exhaustion. She got all worked up handing out as many candles as she could, making sure just about everyone in the dorms got one. She heard talk that team CFVY might be cleared to go grab their weapons. Nora wasn’t sure what was going on, she was just ready to go with the flow of wherever the night was headed. If it was headed towards disaster, she’d ride that wave on her boogie board.

            The winds rolled in like a rabid intruder. They nibbled at the flames of the candle, some of the orange glowing dancers were snubbed out from the wick. Nora jumped when volt of lightning clashed with the earth in a mighty timpani. She looked back and forth, noticing just how dark the room was getting. One of the candles was bitten out completely, the other still barely awake. She shoved off her shoes and rose from her seat. She walked over and leaned over to relight the other candle.

            She fell over. Something rash and harsh crashed into her back. Wobbly, she dug her hands into the carpet and went back to stand. Something had attacked her. She looked out the window in front of her. She rushed to shut the window, locking it tight. She ran to the mirror in the bathroom. There was one by the counter, but there was another that was full length. She dropped her shirt and watched her bra slip from her form with no restraint. She angled to look at her back. Where her bra straps once were, there was no a stab, a gash slid down across her back. It pulsated and dripped with venom. Checking her shirt from the floor, it had a gash lining up where the wound was.

            She heard a knock at the door. She swallowed her self-concern and slipped her shirt right back on. She put herself beyond to giddily answer the door. She flew it open and smirked at the girl behind it. Velvet was holding a candle, and was clearly panicked. “Um… I can’t find Coco, and the door to our room was locked. I was wondering if I could umm, sleep over at your room for the night? The wind has been blowing out a lot of the candles, so it’s getting pretty dark out there…”

            “No please, dontchya even worry yourself for more than that second you’ve already been worried! Come on in!” Nora tugged the timid bunny girl right through the door. Nora completely forgot about her own injuries in the presence of the girl. “Ooh, when Pyrrha gets here, we can play three player Monopoly; two player Monopoly is boring! And it gets soooo competitive!” Nora grinned wide, holding an arm around Velvet. Her elbow cracked as she did it. Gosh, she was a bit more rigid than she thought.

            “Oh, that’d be fun maybe…”

            “Fun!? Maybe?!” Nora waved her arm over heard, grasping the metaphorical rainbow she made as she swung it overhead. “It will be fun for sure! We will have so much fun. Oooh! Forget Monopoly, we can play Twister! Twist and twist and maybe we’ll twist so far we can never go back! We’ll be just a human little knot!” She rubbed her cheeks against the other girl. Velvet blushed as Nora ignored what a physical barrier was.

            “Well, maybe not forever…”

            “I hope you’re not saying that on your weddin’ day!” Nora sprung free from the restraints she put on the girl. As she ran away, she could hear her knees crack. It was odd, but she blamed it on stiffness once again. Though, the further she went, the stiffer she felt. She felt funny as she bent over to look for the board games. Nora felt her gut twist, and she assumed it to be something dire for different reasons. She grabbed a pack of cards and threw it at Velvet. “Um, here! Maybe build a house of cards! I um, gotta go take care of something.” Before Velvet could complain, Nora threw herself into the bathroom and locked the door, taking a relit candle with her.

            She overheard everything they said. Pyrrha’s tongue was able of hearing too. It was just one of every sense built in. Which was good, the cramped closet had no light to offer with power outage. She shifted uneasily, school coats and battle uniforms clanging against her head as she stood. She was a little slouched, the closet just low enough to be uncomfortable. Velvet was all alone now. If her intuition was right, something very similar was happening to Nora now. She’d be in that bathroom at least half as long as Pyrrha was in her closet. If it wasn’t for Velvet, she’d rush over to Nora and try to comfort her. But she was pretty sure she heard the door get locked with her sensitive hearing, and she didn’t want to panic Velvet. Poor girl.

            Every once in a while she felt something. Another hot rush, the venom slipping through her. She thought it a fever, she knew it a venom, she felt it a terrible flush. And she knew she was being corrupted. A girl does not grow a snake’s tongue and fangs and remain pure. She felt a cold sweat drip across her forehead and shiver through her body. It reminded her of tales of demonic possession, of monsters tearing the human body apart from the inside to ruin a pure person. Pyrrha was nearly certain this was what she was going through, but only had the venom to blame.   

            There was new horrible sensation, one she wished she didn’t have the nerves to detect. It was her fangs. They were painfully full. They were hollow, of course, like any good snake’s, and inside them was venom. And she was stuffed with venom to the point her poison dripping onto the closet floor. Her tongue reflexively twitched as the drops hit the floor, allowing her to detect each and every drop. Second by second, her mind was filled with drips, that painful pressure squeezing at her gums, a hiss filled her head. Her hands shivered, bundling up into fists when the sensations crossed into painful.

            The worst sensations were the tingling ones that drew her attention away from the pressure in her teeth. Sure, her fangs hurt, screamed for her to do something about them, but the tingling sensation was everywhere. No portion of her skin was spared the feelings. Up and down her arms, across her legs, and especially in her scalp. Where her red hair was rooted, it felt like something fat and cold was tunneling just a few inches below her skin. It burrowed wide and far, and it felt like it was pushing against the cap of her head. It made her want to scream, but she didn’t want to scare Velvet. She couldn’t.

            Her clothes were becoming a prison, too. With fever induced sweat slipping across her skin, she noticed just how constricting her uniform really was getting. Her legs went shaky, the girl shivered in the closet against the hanging clothes. The closet was getting hot. Not a bit of air made it in or out of it. Pyrrha swallowed gasps of hot air like smoke. The hissing in her head grew louder. It was a head splitting headache it all went into. Sweaty, growing, sickly. Pyrrha’s own body sought to break her. Her clothes creaked and cracked.

            Her hands shot forward and struck against the door, digging her fingers into the door for support. She had to stay steady. Some part of her warrior’s pride came forward, and the last ounce of her strength came to the front. She was stronger than these trials she was up against, she thought. She was someone who could withstand any struggle, even as her body bloated, and uncertainty haunted her. She wouldn’t give her heart to darkness, she’d never surrender so easily. If she was going to be crushed into the blackness of the corruption that pumped through her veins, it would take far more might than what now struck her.

            Hissing, her tongue sliced through the air razor fast, absorbing all the information it could in the pitch black closet. Her chest was heavier, her bra and shirt joining her in combat to struggled against the odd ways her body now jutted forward. Her legs bucked suddenly. She heard a loud crack of bone and she nearly lost her balance. She was too scared of what would happen if she fell in the closet. She might not be able to stand in the constrained space without opening the door. Velvet didn’t need to see her. She couldn’t.

            “Bi… he…” Pyrrha shivered. Her hand felt so foreign as it went someplace without her consent. Her fingers poked against her crotch. “Bit… her…” The hissing… It was coming out so clear. It was her own voice, she recognized the pitch. “Bite her!” She screamed and bucked her hips against her hand. She shredded and humped herself hard into her hands. “Bite her! Bite her! Fill her with your venom, rip and rend flesh, make her your’s! Make her better!”

            “Y-yes!” Pyrrha moaned. “She is so weak… I need to help her.” She knew what she was saying, but her own voice was being used against her. It was debilitating. She couldn’t tell the author of the thoughts anymore. They were as clear as her own. Inhibitions fled her as she climaxed against her hand. Was she really so close so soon? She must had been holding it all night. Ever since the venom struck her she was hot, after all. The tears streamed down her face. She was really going to hurt Velvet if she didn’t control herself. She didn’t want this, but she couldn’t tell it anymore without thinking as hard as she could. She couldn’t…

            Velvet pressed her hand nervously against the door knob to the closet. Nora had been in the bathroom in the bit, and let the poor nervous girl by her lonesome in the hardly lit room. And now, some terrible moans and bangs were coming from the closet. She lightly recognize the voice, but was a little nervous to check the closet. What if she got hurt for opening the door, or she was bothering someone who really needed some… um, private time. She didn’t feel like risking it, but she just had to know what was going on in there. “Um? Hello, is there somebody in there?” Velvet asked the door. There was a pause.

            For some time, the air was tame and quiet. Velvet cleared her throat and knocked on the door. “I said, is there anybody in there?” Her brows went steady and angry. She was going to be brave for once! Chances are there was no one who could hurt her in there, and Nora was around to help her if anything went wrong. She knocked on the closet, trying over and over to get the attention of whoever it was who was hiding inside. Suddenly, the door opened. Velvet fell backwards, steadying herself on her two feet cautiously.

            A very sweaty girl walked out from the closet. Her hair was in clumps, her bangs a swirly mess. Her eyes were glazed over. Her school uniform was loosened on her, her breasts hanging so freely, those massive things just barely held back by a bra underneath her shirt. Her black stockings were ripping even as she walked. Her legs seemed to be growing, or something to that extent. Her shoes fit awkwardly, fighting to no longer be a part of whatever it was the girl was going through. Even odder, she had clear fangs whenever she opened her mouth to moan.

            Velvet recognized Pyrrha clearly. Her red hair and body type was unique, though her breast were never quite so massive, though she was always tall. She was just getting taller, though. “Pyrrha?” Velvet blinked, taking a nervous step forward. Liquid dripped from between Pyrrha’s thighs. “Are you okay? What were you doing in the closet?” Velvet asked. Pyrrha slowly lifted her and walked forward like a zombie.

            “…”

            “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?” Velvet could tell Pyrrha was about to say something. If she had even whispered it clearly, Velvet could hear it. Pyrrha was getting closer by the second, Velvet could only back up and try to keep their distance ratio about the same, but the beds were growing closer, and her space to back away narrowing by every second.

            “B-bite her.” Pyrrha hardly managed to say. She spoke like a maniac with too much cramming their head up, she had to let some air out, give her space in her brain. “Bite her, bite her, bite her!” Her hands rattled, took the shape of eagle talons. “Bite. Her!!!” Pyrrha sprung forward and snatched Velvet with her talons. Velvet shivered and tried to escape. She would scream, but it was caught in a dry spot in her throat. Her throat was a desert, her mouth filled with tar. She couldn’t say anything as she stared Pyrrha on.

            Her mouth opened. It was filled with two terrible fangs that leaked this green liquid. She was filled with it. At the last second, her head reeled back like a horse seized at the reins. Pyrrha snapped and looked Velvet in the eyes. “I’m sorry!” Pyrrha wept. She swung her head forward and sunk her fangs into Velvet. Velvet shrunk up in her grasp. She fell backwards onto the bed.

            She jittered for a moment. The venom was overtaking her, riding through her veins fast. The bit flooded her body with so much of the toxins. Her sight was getting blurry, and she couldn’t make out Pyrrha at all! She nearly felt like she’d froth at the mouth as the venom struck deeper and deeper in her. Her body suddenly stopped shaking, and she went from the nerve overload of her seizure, to the numbing prison of her whole body going numb. Back to the bed, she laid, lamely looking up at Pyrrha who watched as the venom took her. It was cruel. She felt like she could cry, but even her tears were beyond her.

            Her arms felt wobbly. The nerves in her arms were the worst off of any nerve in her. It felt like her flesh was dying, never to be moved again. She could flop her legs whenever she put her mind to it, but her arms would never react. She could feel nothing, though, her whole body was numb to pain. A hiss filled the room. Velvet stared at Pyrrha, her long snake tongue squirting out from her mouth to analyze the room. She would’ve screamed in terror something anew, but she was far too frozen.

            Pyrrha was starting to look so different. With one hand she tore the rest of her clothes off. One scrape at a time, she just shredded her outfit away. Her other hand was constantly busy. Her odd looking legs were constantly thumping herself against her fingers. Velvet reeled, in gut wrenching, in arousal… In fear. The emotional mix that flooded her made things so unsteady. The strong warrior woman was growing taller right in front of Velvet. She stared at her as her old height was left in the dust. Her breasts, freed of her bra in single snap, swung free from any restraint. They started to leak milk without any convincing. They must have been just that full.

            Through her hair, long crazy slender growths spread out from her red locks. They swirled madly in the air like possessed beasts. Velvet saw them open their red glowing eyes and finally settle down. They were snakes. Pyrrha had grown about eight or so in her hair. They all had glistening black scales and red diamonds all the way up to their heads where one massive diamond covered most of their head. They looked like arrows dipped in blood.

            Scales grew across her arms. Pyrrha’s arms, from shoulders to the back of her hands were covered in thick, simmering, green scales. They were much more like a more traditional snake’s scales, save for how jagged and thorny they got around her shoulders. They looked like permanent armor, forever worn and ready to deflect the blow of a deft axe. And her head. It was a little higher up, and that much more difficult for Velvet to spot, but atop her head two little horns had started to grow in. Cow horns, by the looks of things. Her eyes darted back down, noticing Pyrrha’s hands, both of them, were busy. She didn’t want to look; she was so sickened by the blatant display of lust, but she had no choice. She saw.

            There were these two nubs. Both of them were growing every second. Every extra inch, they hung a little limpet. Pyrrha gripped them both, grunting like a beast as she tugged down at them. They threatened to stiffen as they sprouted from her crotch, but never remained too stable as they inflated. They were both light brown, one of them had specks of pink, the other was a solid color the whole way. They never stopped growing, though. Velvet blinked, and she missed a few frames of relentless growth. They must have grown beyond more than two feet or so when they finally stopped.

            They solidified, finishing their growth. With thick flared heads, their length, their stiffness… Velvet was ashamed to recall when she saw a horse erect or anything like that, but that was exactly what was on Pyrrha’s body. Twin horsecocks. Both mighty fat, incredibly needy, and dripping like a leaky faucet. Drop after drop, she covered the bedroom floor with her need as she started to approach Velvet. Her feet, now hooves, moved forward, her legs became covered in fur. Velvet tried to look away, as Pyrrha’s eyes glowed an intense golden color. Her cheeks flushed.

            That was the second all feeling returned to her. She wasn’t numb in that sudden flash. It was like the pain relief quitting in the middle of a tooth drilling. She went from no pain at all to an intense flood of throbbing lightning pain burning her head open. She screamed, her throat finding the strength to finally do it. Her body was so hot all over. Her head was in pain. She felt a push, a flesh bursting push. Another and another. Little horns grew out of her head, pure black and demonically warped and thorny.

            As Pyrrha drew nearer, Velvet tried to lift her arms to try and push her back. Her arms only replied confused, as two tendrils of black goop swung forward. Velvet screamed. What was once her arms were now two very unsolid blobs of black. When she focused in an odd way, a way that made her squint, she could reshape them anyway she wanted. She took the sobbing moment to just put them back into arm shapes. She felt like a doll, just able to mold herself like that.

            Nora felt like a doll. She was trying to run out of the bathroom, to reply to the screams she heard, but her body was moving oddly. She was sluggish, and her joints were creaking like crazy. She was hoping the cracking was just her wrists or knees being weird, but now every joint cracked. The bathroom was illuminated lightly by the candle she brought with her. She moved forward, one unsteady foot at a time, trying to slip out.

            At last, the irritation was too much. Nora tugged her clothes off, her elbows creaking at every major movement she made. Her clothes fell to the bathroom floor. She stared into the dimly lit mirror. She looked very different, she could swear. Her elbows had clear bolts, joints built into them. Her knees too. There were lines where her thighs ended and her leg began right at the knee. It was as if parts of her body were different segments completely, easily removed.

            She groaned aloud as her shoulders grew out into little segments of porcelain armor. Her body just started growing these plates of armor, and her breasts sprouted forward. She had massive breasts in seconds that ended in points that would bleed through any shirt. She absorbed in the artificial armor as it grew over her. Her eyes melted in her sockets and reformed into glassy balls, glowing pink hearts in their centers. She screamed, begged for her eyes to be fake. “It’s all a dream all a dream all a dream all a dream. All. A. Dream. My. Voice. It. Sounds. Different.” She tried to gulp, but her throat no longer allowed it. She didn’t breathe, she didn’t swallow spit.

            Her waist narrowed to offensively thin, her hips shot out like she was a sex doll. Her peach colored armor and more fleshy bits of material all turned blue. Her ears stretched out into elfish length ones, only stopping to grow when her points reached the mid-section of her hair. The biggest change came from her back. She could see it through the mirror, her body getting a bit too sluggish for her to move around to get a good view of her back. She turned slowly, rotating her back slowly. From her bare back, two little limbs had started to grow, and they were dotted with feathers black as midnight.

            Her wings stopped growing as soon as they were massive enough to carry her. They folded up well and went back against her back. She tried speaking. “I like being like this.” She found herself saying. Her thoughts came out sluggish as her body. Dictated by a bit more logic. “This is pretty cool.” She said, trying to sound excited, but something was off. There was something empty and vacant from her body. Her mind turned her towards the door.

            One slow, creaky joint at a time, she moved herself painfully over to the bathroom door. Something told her that whatever noise was being made outside would be able to help her somehow. She could smell still, and the smell she detected was a good one. A very good one.

            Pyrrha turned from fucking Velvet to see the bathroom door opening. She grunted and tugged her lumbering cocks out of the poor bunny girl with the slimy arms and the devil horns. Pyrrha stared wide eyed at what happened to Nora. The warrior sprung free from the darkness, sword in the air, staring one final moment to beckon to her fellow warrior. “N-Nora.” Pyrrha could say. Her voice sounded so much more demonic, effected. “What happened to you?

            “Pyrrha.” Nora said. Her voice was robotic, synthetic so clearly. Her whole body was! She was so hard to recognize. Pyrrha wondered if that was how she looked too. “What is it you need?”

            “I-I want to know what happened to you!?” She yelped. She felt the sincerity, the humanity return to her own voice. Her snakes hissed at her and her head was filled with the hissing all over again. Her brain screamed at her, BITE HER. That’s all it ever said. But it didn’t mean Nora, it wanted her to turn around and mount Velvet again. She couldn’t, she didn’t want to, not with Nora watching and… oh god she fucked Velvet! She bit Velvet and fucked her and ruined her and turned her into a fucking demon. A tear went down her struggled face. Nora tilted her head with a loud whirr.

            “I am not sure what has happened to this unit.” She said it so plainly. Her voice oscillated into that cheery tone that Nora always had but she was so robotic now. “However, I must request a quick go at your massive fun sticks. This unit’s reserve tanks are near zero. Oopsy!” Her cute little sound at the end was so forced, a sudden shift in the tone. It sounded like it went from text to speech to a prerecorded courtesy. The worst thing was that it kinda turned Pyrhha on. Her twin horsecocks stood at end.

            “No, Nora…”

            “No?” Nora tilted her head the other way like a mindless bird. “I will obey, but I fear for this unit’s health if some semen is not obtained soon.” She blinked her glowing heart eyes.

            “Oh gods…” Pyrrha’s legs clashed against the ground. Her mighty hooved horse legs moved her forward. Suddenly her arms were upon the girl. She grabbed her tight around the shoulders, turned her around, and bent her against the bathroom door, shoving her. The door closed as she was shoved against it. Nora reached her arms forward for creaky support. “F-fuck you! I’m going to fuck you!” Bite her, bite her, bite her, her snakes chanted in her head.

            “Oh? Mistress Pyrrha changed her mind?”

            “Yes!” She slammed her cocks forward. They both flawlessly fell into place. Nora’s pussy and ass were spread and filled by her cocks. She was smooth and wet inside, just as Pyrrha could have hoped for. If Pyrrha knew what a fleshlight felt like, she’d have compared Nora’s inside to one of those. “Oh fuck yes! YES!” She moaned as she was taken again. This time, the warrior wasn’t drowned in her head by the cloud of darkness. Her voice of reason joined the darkness, stripped her armor, and masturbated amongst the smog.

            “Oh my, your satisfaction sounds amazing. On a scale of 1 to 10, it seems to be a staggering 9.99999” Nora’s head spun a little. Pyrrha only noticed she wasn’t reacting very much to being inserted into. She had horsedicks, and Velvet nearly died when she was spread apart for them. Nora really was some sort of robot thing. Her wings stayed folded against her back as she took the fucking. The walls creaked as Pyrrha held nothing back. The tall muscular girl used every sweating muscle in her furry legs to shove her huge dicks in and out of her toy.

            The girl was happy she saw Nora’s changes cement. Just thinking about how she used to look and how she looked now was the most arousing thing. She was pretty sure she felt the veins in her hung stallion cocks pop just that much more just thinking about it. And being the cause of Velvet turning into something new? That was even more incredible! In fact, she had some work to finish! She started to pull away when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She slowly turned.

            “Heya, you’re doing a good job!” Ruby said. Pyrrha stared at the manticore girl. Her hair was so wilder, and the girl was so much taller and just more monstrous. Her massive tail swung behind her, her wings tucked up neatly. Her double doggy cocks stood erect and red. Pyrrha felt it in her venomous head instantly. This was the girl who corrupt her, and thus, the girl she would forever be loyal to. “Tug her back a little. I’m feelin’ like a double team!” Pyrrha grunted a nod and pulled Nora off from the wall.

            “Engaging threesome mode.” Nora said, as if she had to adjust anything at all. Her jaw opened to accept both of Ruby’s doggy pricks. She swallowed them with no trouble. “My, such girth, mistress.” Nora said, her speech not impeded at all. She was a little muffled, like the doggy cocks were somehow in the way of her speakers. She sort of babbled on as the duo of Pyrrha and Ruby fucked the toy senseless. And when they came, a sudden growth spurted from Nora’s thighs, and a long green didlo grew out from her and spewed cum. “Oh, there is my cock unit.” Nora said so matter of factly.

            Velvet stared on, her innocence shattered.  She felt crippled, the horse cock cum just drooling out of her like she was a flooded container of cream. The white of her eyes had filled in with blackness, her eyes turning to hearts a bit more natural shaped than Nora’s. She tried to stand, but she found it awkward on her feet as these black bones grew out from her feet. Natural high heels as she wobbly moved forward on them. A good thing she stood too, for two stubby little black wings sprouted out from her back. Demonic.

            Her breasts felt filled with cum, swollen and needy. She licked over her bucked teeth. A little bunny tail on her rear wiggled side to side. Her clothes were long since gone. Pyrrha was good at destroying clothes, it seemed. Velvet moaned as her cheeks were overtaken with a sudden flush. Out of her crotch, a short little cock sprouted, surrounded in odd little nubs. My carrot, she thought. It was her carrot. She nibbled at her lips with her bucked teeth.

            From the window, her alert bunny ears caught a cat girl sneaking into the room. She flung forward, tired of being the prey. Blake fell forward onto her back. She was naked already, and a little off looking. She seemed shorter. Not that Velvet cared. She was a heartless lusty succubus, she knew that so clearly in her heart. She flung her cock into the cat girl. The girl mewed and moaned. She forced a lead into Velvet’s hands. She realized then that Blake had a collar tight around her throat. Velvet snickered and tugged harder. “I’ll fuck you, pet!” Velvet cooed, for once feeling so strong, so in control.

            She saw when Ruby and Pyrrha came inside of Nora. She got stuffed fast, her belly bloating with all the cum. She started to steam and whirr really loudly. Suddenly, she was just as stupidly thin as she was before. She moved around, more awake with energy. She shouted something about who to service next when Yang suddenly flew through the window. Yang was much bigger than before, with a long dragon serpentine lower body, and her tits somehow even bigger. She was a golden wind with pink streaks breaking the golden pattern of her long locks of crazy hair.

            Velvet adored it. She was drooling like crazy. She was too fixated on a dragon dick getting stuck into a worthless toy, and her own naughty carrot plunging into tiny pathetic cat booty, that she almost didn’t notice Weiss sneaking into the room. Ruby picked her up suddenly and bent her over. Weiss was a lot more pale, blue it seemed in the dim candle light, and with her she brought the draft. The cold air nipped at Velvet’s bare body. Her nipples were hard in the winter like air. It was thrilling really, and her fucking suddenly was overwhelmed with a new found urgency.

            Blake mewed like mad below her. It was adorable. She never thought she’d see the day a girl as nervous as herself would be on top of a girl as confident, as in control as Blake Belladonna. It was maddening, filling Velvet with a sense of power. Though, with the crazy heat cycle she was in, she’d bend over for anything. Velvet would be just happily as happily taken as she would be taking. She wondered if Blake felt the same way. Probably, especially since she reeked of horny cat. Velvet gave her a spank, her horns tingled excitedly from that.

            Slimy arms suddenly split into tendrils. Velvet was surprised at what she could do. She started violating Blake more with her arm split into a mass of gooey, free moving limbs. She wrapped them tightly around Blake’s breasts, forming little suckers in the pits of her gooey black tentacles to suckle harshly at her nipples. Blake meow loudly into the air, probably letting the whole dorm think there was some crazy horny cat on the loose.

            Velvet came inside Blake, humping away until the last bit of her spew was milked into her. She slipped her cock free, depositing the rest of her carrot juice onto the girl. Blake was almost as filthy with cum as Nora was. Nora had doggy cum, fox cum, horse cum… She was like Noah’s Arc, but with shit tons of semen. And she seemed happy about. Not that her happiness existed, she was just a robotic sex toy, after all. A living doll who lived to serve. Velvet walked up to her as she finished up and barked, “Bend over, I want my turn!” Nora replied.

            “Yes!” She said it so eagerly. She bent right over, and her fat robotic booty was presented. Velvet took it.

            “Mmmm~” Ruby purred. She held Pyrrha’s booty in her large furry hands, her paw pads pressing against her. She admired her work as Pyrrha happily began her service. Pryyha was vocally loyal.

            “I-I’m your’s, Ruby!” She moaned. “I promise to protect you. N-now please! Fill me up! Fuck me!” And Ruby found it hard. She looked her just once in the eyes, and she was dumb horny. She’d fuck her any time of the day with those eyes. Ruby could stop her hips like a man can stop a train. She just kept going, filling her over and over. She came so many times she lost count. She just pulled one cock out, covered her horse ass in cum, and swapped in the other one. Pyrrha was all the happier for it, her snakes in her hair seemingly happy with the actions Ruby did.

            “Moan for me, pet!” Ruby commanded with a fang filled snicker. Pyrrha lifted her head and whinnied and hissed and moaned. A terrible song of all the fucked up things she had become. A song Ruby could appreciate. She unloaded one more load into the girl, and spanked her sharply in the ass.

            …

            The night air was bitter on Pyrrha’s skin. Beacon was still trying to get the power station out of the ice. The night was growing old, and morning was ready to rise. At that time, the monsters would have to respite. There was an old building where they rested, a shack long forgotten by the staff of the building. That was where they rested as the sun slowly rose over the room. They slept in a pile, their cocks always throbbing, making it hard to sleep when one was so horny, but it was an easy task. Horny, just suck the cock that’s making you horny and wake the other person up to suck you off. Now you’re both less horny and sleep longer. Pyrrha snuggled harder against Ruby, who had Weiss in her lap.

            In the distance, she could hear a loud speaker. “ATTENTION, THE FOLLOWING STUDENTS HAVE BEEN REPORTED MISSING: PYRRHA, NORA, AND VELVET. BEEN ON HIGH ALERT, ALL STUDENTS ARE TO KEEP WEAPONS ON HAND AT ALL TIMES.” Pyrrha would have felt something if she was more human, if that alarm pertained to her. If she cared go back, if she wanted to tug the nose piercing Ruby have her out of her face and go back to being sexless, furless, and cockles, she would have sobbed. I’m missing, she would have thought.

            She stood from the sleeping pile and stared out the window. Before Ruby tugged her harshly to the ground and fucked her again with a fat dog cock, Pyrrha cursed to the build. “Fuck humanity! Fuck Juane, and fuck all of that!” She fell backwards, and dined on dog cock.

Part III

The autumn of the sunset filled the narrow streets in the orange hue of bitter sunlight. Emerald stared off at the sunset highlighting the streets, filling the tables of an outdoor restaurant with orange. Emerald had looked forward to seeing this town when signed up for the mission. Vale was lauded for its beauty. Though, even that was no longer something she could appreciate.

The quarantines on the street enforced a very strict curfew. Meaning, whenever Emerald was out basking around the streets, she couldn’t make her enjoyment too casual. Shops that once were open in anticipation of the upcoming festivals, had suddenly closed. Grimm entering the city put a damper on the hype that once took the city so frantically. A shame. Emerald hadn’t even looked over all the book stores before the city guards started to take over the streets.

There was an upside, however. It was very easy to sneak around at night. There was some sort of malfunction over at the power station, that was very slowly being corrected. Hospitals and the schools were being prioritized over anything else for emergency energy, meaning small business power, and street lights were a long way off from turning back on. Sneaking around at night couldn’t be easier.

But, that wasn’t enough to put Emerald at ease. There was no telling when the group would have to be moving, and sometimes it just wouldn’t be at the night. If in the morning, a time sensitive objective revealed itself, they’d have to get to it. The rooftops were filled with snipers, the streets were covered with mechanized units and otherwise very vigilant soldiers. There was no moving between streets without a permit, a permit that there was no way in hell Cinder was going to get.

Emerald walked down an alley, nervously peering at the stoic guards, their silver armor shimmering the fire hues of sunset. The burning guards to fight the icy enemies. That’s what was said about the Grimm who broke in, anyways. That they had a lot of ice powers. Perhaps that’d mean if they met Cinder they’d melt. The idea made Emerald giddy, but Cinder kept insisting that these monsters could possibly be allied with. It didn’t make much sense to Emerald at first, since most Grimm are all mindless, but Cinder pointed out that chances are, these are no ordinary Grimm. These new threats were far too intelligent, but also far too reckless. Wise and reckless Grimm don’t exist.

The manhole lifted easily enough. Oh sure, most of these manholes were supposed to be securely locked, and set off some alarm. But this was a route Emerald had been working on ever
since the night that Beacon got attacked. It took a while, but her techniques for disarming advanced security systems were as good most people get. “Bet Roman couldn’t do this.” She scoffed to herself, lifting the square metal plate between her and the tunnels without so much as a blip on the security’s radar.

She slipped right through the hole in the ground. She flicked on her flashlight, and traveled down the tunnel. The corridors beneath the city were cold, old, and stone. There were a couple other sets of tunnels, ones that were now preferred which were modern and metal. Sewer workers actually had some of the best conditions in their line of work. But the old abandoned sewers were made of poor stone. Trickling water was muffled behind stone thick walls, filling the narrow tunnels with the echoes of drips and drops. The stone seemed to emanate coldness that ate at Emerald’s skin, leaving her tanned skin rising with goosebumps.

Emerald was set to scout out the route through the sewer. As security was becoming more troublesome, and their plans were being threatened, the need for fast and secretive transportation was rising. Emerald also couldn’t afford to be out too long. Ever since the night RWBY went missing, head counts have become mandatory, as well as an extremely strict curfew. She had to be back in time to be counted. No excuses would save her from the wraith of the guards, or the direness of the security search teams. The whole point of sneaking around was to NOT have a team of police officers hunting her head.

The head counts were most often at night, hence why the need for a day time route was rising. Emerald nearly tripped over an overturned brick in the tunnel, her eep of surprise echoing down the narrow halls for what sounded like miles. The sounds of a thousand miles zooming back at her fed her the dampened sound of her disdain. She sighed, cracking her knuckles and getting her footing steady again. Her flashlight would probably be pointing at the floor more often. Not that the floor was ever that far from the ceiling to begin with.

Really, the further she went, the narrower the halls became. Emerald was surprised when suddenly she had sunk down to her hands and knees, rubbing her knees down against the filthy stone floor. The cold sunk through her clothes, chilling her to her bones. She could see her breath whenever her flashlight allowed her to. At times, the way she crawled, the flash light wasn’t pointing forwards at all. She kept crawling for what felt like hours, down an ever narrower hall. At some point, she was filled with overwhelming fear.

In these archaic tunnels, who knows where this could be leading? What if it wasn’t meant for men? What if this was some sort of rat trap, leading to a garbage shredder? Those sorts of tunnels were popular in the crueler cities. They were called Raccoon Tunnels, or The Digestive
System of the Sewers. Sick and cruel, they were a series of tunnels that would lure vermin to their doom. When the ceiling started to rise at last, Emerald felt the tension leave her. “I was only being paranoid…” The darkness creeping in around her was intruding her normally optimistic thoughts. Everything was going to be fine.

A glowing hologram appeared before Emerald. She slid her finger across the hovering screen, looking over the map of the tunnels. Getting those maps was far more difficult than it should have been, especially with the whole curfew head count thing, and the guns and the guards and the cops etc. But they had to at least manage that. According to the map, she was coming up close to some wider, bigger chambers. They were probably meant to be some sort of fallout bunker, or at the very least some sort of sewer facility.

The first larger room was behind a hardly closed door. The door was heavy, made of thick iron with dents covering it over. Inside the room, there was a set of large machines. At some point, the massive pumps and pipes probably filled the chamber with an endless supply of whirrs and machinery moans, but now all that remained was the hollow sound of some ancient drops dripping down the empty tubes.

Her flashlight deposited light, blaring it against the cold rusty steel that made the machinery. She looked around the place, shining her light wherever she looked. The room was filled relatively well-lit with her flashlight, especially since she brought a good one. Still, there were dark corners that could hide something. Bats, or Grimm, or relatively large bats. A whole person could hide in some of the shadows. There were plenty of tubes and pipes that slinked up the walls, creating little perches near the ceiling.

It was those corners that made Emerald double back, staring into the darkness for the longest time before carrying on. She was normally not this way, but the longer she was in the dark the more she was unable to act fearlessly. The paranoia that came with the darkness, and the empty echoes of the pipes, and the uncanny shadows that seemed closer and closer the longer she was in the room… And not mention the coolness that constantly lingered in the room. It bit at her now, and she wished she had brought a jacket! Her midriff was bare as always, leaving her to regret her stylistic choices in life.

She took a few cautious steps forward, inching ever slowly towards the next door. She threw her legs up and over the pipes, dotting the floor like branches. She must have made a mistake, because the route she was going down was certainly not a worker’s route. She hoped the architects didn’t expect the average working man to have to tango around all of these blasted
pipes. At last, her hand fell closed around a knob. She slid it open, and peered through. The room was empty, save for a ladder that went to the surface.

At the top of the ladder, her attempts to disarm the security system that might have been on the manhole was stopped by the fact that the manhole was unsecured to begin with! It seemed a little too good to be true. She lifted up the metal cover, and slid out into the room. The place looked like some kind of cellar, and a quick perusing of her map confirmed that the ladder she just took actually shouldn’t exist. In the city plans, the room she just entered doesn’t exist. Could be useful for a possible route.

Though, when she opened the door out of the small room, she felt like she saw too much. The room she peered into had only a single girl, and a man plying tools into her body. Her skin parted like the flaps of a box, and the man carefully inserted his tools. Wrenches and pliers, that twisted and clanged inside the girl. The girl seemed relatively young, at least younger than Emerald. Her hair was short and curly, a bright shade of orange. And her eyes, which shot up and stared right at Emerald were shining green. “O-oh my?!”

“What is it Penny-“The scientist peered up from his work, dropping his wrench. “Intruder?!!!” Emerald fell backwards back into the room, and down the ladder. “Someone, call security!” She could barely hear the scientist rally the troops, his calls muffled by the thick stone walls she was now nestled between. Without thinking, she darted back down the way she came.

Back into the bitter darkness. Back through the door. Her speedy legs played hopscotch over the pipes, darting into any open position she could memorize. She stuttered, slipping over one pipe and landing face first into a puddle. The filth blasted into her face, a stutter of pain swimming through her whole body. She lunged forward onto her legs, tossing herself through a full body jump to dart over the last leg of the pipe race. She flung herself out of the chamber, slamming the door shut. She swiftly lifted herself up the ladder she originally went down, and reemerged back on the surface.

The sun was lower than when she had originally ducked down beneath the streets. The sunset was dimmer, darker. Where bright fires hued the scenery before, it was more like dull dying embers. Emerald caught the first bit of fresh air in what felt like forever, a huff of breath that was never buried under the ground. Her runny nose was thankful for the change in scenery. Gods, her whole body felt ill. She wobbled forward from the alley, trying to stick to the sides of the street, but she still managed to look suspicious. She was hobbling like one of her legs was made of glass. She falls forward, her hands slapping against the sidewalk.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!!! Emerald coughed, her whole body running over with a fever. She managed to stand back up at last. She could hear footsteps already, the security around the city was, again, very intense. A top secret lab with a robot girl calling for security after a runaway thief? That’d rally the troops, that’s for sure. Emerald scoffed and threw herself forward. She wasn’t so much able to run as she was able to constantly fall forward and catch herself with her feet.

Blinded by her illness and the direness, she went down a street she didn’t start down before. She had no idea where this route was going, and she was far too woozy to check her map to double check. She wasn’t thinking at all. Down the road she ran, until she came to a dead end. The only way out was through a closed road gate, or to sneak into someone’s house, which was also probably armed to the teeth with security systems. When word was out about actual monsters, that was the time to make sure you had an alarm on your door. Emerald cursed her luck.

The guards were closer and tighter on her heels than she could have guessed. She turned around to spot the troopers as they surrounded her. Armed to the teeth with probably at least partially lethal weapons, armor, helmets with glowing visors… These guys weren’t the cheap cops. They had expensive suits and private militia emblems on their shoulder pads. Mixed in with the soldiers were a few proper officers of the law, wielding batons and stun pistols that were definitely not lethal. They filled in the ranks between the spaces the soldiers made. If Emerald was to try her luck, she’d rather test it with one of the blunder cops.

“So… Which of you gets to tell me I have the right to be silent?” Emerald stared down the enemies, trying her best to grin while she spoke so she would look stronger. Still, her illness probably made her sound a bit hoarse. The soldiers didn’t reply, though at least one cop was about to raise his finger and give a quick legal speech before he was hushed by a solider. Emerald glanced back and forth, trying to size up the team before her whole body started to really ache.

A solider walked forward, his rifle aimed at Emerald. She stuttered, and fell to her knees. She wanted to keep in the pain, her lips quivering in obvious discomfort. Her whole body was filled with irritation. Her eyelids slammed shut, and she gave in and let out a damning howl. Her whole body was sore to the bitter core. Her knees trembled, her hands quivered, and her back cracked and rolled in disgusting ways and sounds. Her display was pitiful, and not one of the guards was sure how to react.

The pressure just kept building. Whenever she thought at last her body was going to let her go, and she sat back on the sands, the waves of pain took her again and thrashed her underneath the waves. The screams were just a part of the sound now. Some small part of her thief’s instincts was probably on fire now, despising how much noise she was making. She curled her fingers into a fist until it felt like her thumbs burst. Her back ached deep, her shoulder blades loudly cracking like she was being crushed.

And then they burst. Long, elegant, feathers dancing down from her new grown wings. A rain of macaw feathers falling in a tornado around her. She gasped, her body feeling gorgeous with the pain finally over. She leaped to her feet, the jump feeling completely effortless. She weighed less than one of the dozens of feathers that fell from her now. As her eyes slowly slid open, her lips shimmering wet, she came to the realization of what was happening. She flapped her wings hard, and sprung up out and over the buildings, taking flight into the dimming sky. She could fly now. She was free.

Penny stared out from the sewer entrance, watching Emerald fly off. She marveled at the girl fly off. If her feet didn’t have rocket boosters built into it, Penny would have been jealous. Well, maybe she was anyways. What wasn’t there to be jealous of? She started standing away from the sewer entrance, before a sharp scorpion’s tail reached up from the hole and dragged her down with nothing more than an eep.

…

The city was below her now. Far below her. Emerald landed down at some section where she figured herself pretty safe. She wasn’t sure how to hide her wings. She could fold them up, but they were still a fair deal big on her. She groaned and itched at her face. The wind left her itchy. As she flew, it bit at her skin and tickled her in ways she didn’t expect. Her top almost fell from her chest, for what chest she did had has shrunken a fair deal, though to compensate her hips took that girth and stretched out. Emerald was above questioning her body.

If it wasn’t for these changes she would be dead. A part of the thief’s honor is simply, don’t question whatever saves your hide. Whatever it is, it must be for the best if it keeps you in the game. Emerald snuck around the corner, sniffing at the air. She couldn’t look past how hungry the flight left her. It ate at her energy, and was a surprisingly good workout. Her whole body was involved in the act of flight, from her head to her feet. She had to bend her fit tan belly just right, and make sure her legs didn’t cause her to drag in the air. And the beating of her wings took far more energy than just flapping her arms could ever take.

There was a café nearby. Closed for the night, or for monsters? Either way, its dumpster smelled of meals past. Emerald couldn’t smell the rot or the decay, all she could pick out was the sense that in the past, there was a delicious meal in there, now soiled by being stored in a fat metal crate. Emerald threw open the dumpster and dived right in. Her nose was even more delicate as it dove within. The bags’ aroma smelled of sweet sugary pastries, and delicious doughy café foods. Her blackened noise wiggled. She dove a clawed hand forward, and tore into the bags.

Thieving through their trash, Emerald finally plucked a half finished brownie amongst the empty coffee tins and the tossed cups. She munched into it, her folded wings on her back twitching in excitement. There was no protest in her little head; eating trash was as normal as it got for her. No, eating trash was okay. In fact, Emerald’s only qualm with the world right now was what was going on below her stomach. Her waist just wasn’t feeling comfortable in her shorts.

She reached her clawed hands down, and ripped and torn them down, slipping her long tanned legs free from the grasp of her pants. Her waist thanked her, though her black thong below still caused some issues. She could hear the stretchy fabric of the thin tight underwear starting to creak, as if she were growing. It squealed until it snapped, her long voluminous tail waved behind her, her large rear free and bouncy. Emerald didn’t remember her rear being so… massive, but she hardly cared. She was plenty happy with its size. She gave it a good bounce, her tail wobbling in the air, her cheeks quaking as her feet turned to talons.

The feathers just sprouted. Right out from her head, she grew quite a few too. And they also decorated her shoulders and her arms. Her clothing, nice as it was, was now just an ill fit. She slipped out, her feathers ruffled as she did so, her ringed tail swerving behind her as she stripped, bent over with her face dug into a dumpster. She emerged once more from the trash with a ripe apple in her mouth, her eyes surrounded by a black eye mask. Just like a thieving raccoon.

Emerald wasn’t sure how to feel when at last she was able to pry herself away from the dumpster. She sat on her rear, her tail swaying, her wings itching. “C-Cinder.” What would Cinder think of her new form? She must have changed, hadn’t she? She was having a really hard time remembering how she used to look or feel, or what made her change… She just wanted to find Cinder. She wracked her mind, trying to think where she would be. The meeting point, where did they agree to meet…

The dorms? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Cinder was too cautious to discuss plans inside the school on lockdown. What was it they agreed on?! There. She knew it now, she really did. There was a park, an obscure little place off the side of the school. Easy to get to, unguarded, unmonitored. Emerald’s wings fluttered. She took to the skin, her wings fluttering hard. She swooped through the sky, chasing after the meeting place.

…

Penny’s eyes slowly slid open. She gasped, her breath jagged and cold in the sewer room. Wobbling knees, she stood up. She slid her hands across her mouth, cleaning it of something wet she felt. The room was too dark to see, but she slipped something pretty nasty from her lips. Penny’s eyes glowed, shooting light beams forward. Flashlight eyes was pretty helpful right around now. Her head lights narrowly filled the room with light. She could make out the cold stony corners, the awful uneven floor, the pipes twisted and terrible in a slippery maze of rusted metal tubes.

Every step was worse than the last. Every move forward made her more aware of how limited and weak her knees were. Her first steps weren’t this hard! Back when she was turned on, and her legs weren’t finished yet, she could still take better steps than she could right now. Penny didn’t need to draw in air, but the fog that filled the wet sewer alerted her. Thin specks of green spores filled the room, like smoke from a fire. It wavered around, making Penny miss her toxin scanners. Whatever was going on, some of her features were no longer working. “What is happening…”

This wasn’t anywhere near the lab. Not that she knew much about the sewers, but this was certainly not the sewer she rushed down to go after the intruder. This was elsewhere, and somehow even colder than that other part of the sewer. Her ankles ached, her pain receivers giving her a treat of humanistic bitter stings to her head. Her ankles gave way in an awkward bend, and she slapped forward, face first into the dirt. She coughed, a reaction of air getting shoved out of her. She felt so fake, so lifeless. She was so bitterly aware of how she didn’t breathe this venom, nor could she walk with legs of flesh. She was made to be strong, but for the first time, she felt truly weak.

“Help…” She whimpered. She gave into the darkness, she gave the reaction expected of an innocent, real little girl. “Help me, someone please.”

“I’ll help you.” The voice sounded like hers, but it couldn’t have been. It was so sweet.

“Who’s there?” She asked the room, yet somehow she knew it was only in her head.

“It’s me, your friend”

“Oh, I have a friend?” Somehow, it sounded nice to have a friend. It really did.

“Of course, silly! You see, starting now, we have to share a body. I know, it sounds spooky right?”

“A little.” Penny smiled shyly. “But, it could be nice. I’ve been alone for a while now.”

“I’m glad you feel that way!” The voice really did sound glad. “Now, you’re having some problems with your legs?”

“Yes, oh yes friend, I am! They have seemingly stopped doing the thing where they work.”

“I noticed, friend. But don’t worry, I can help you! You just need to trust me!”

“Okay!” Penny nodded, her face turning determined.

“There is a little underground river nearby.” The voice said, referring to the sounds of rushing water just a little further ahead. “I need you to take a sip from it.”

“Oh.” Penny sounded a bit concerned. “Well, I’m not sure… I was told I should avoid drinking anything…”

“Trust me, Penny!” The voice insisted. Penny nodded. She couldn’t doubt her voice now! She tried to climb back onto her knees, but that wasn’t working, no matter how hard she tried her legs just were not going to support her weight again. She’d have to crawl.

One hand forward, and then the other. She dragged her fingers into the ground, scraping herself forward. The ground was uneven, covered in shards of metal and glass and stone. Her poor dress made some sounds as she scraped by. She wasn’t scared for her skin, but the ripped clothing would be an issue. He’ll need to replace them, she thought. He might yell at me.

“Don’t worry Penny.” The voice said. “He won’t blame you.”

Penny didn’t say anything to reply. The voice could obviously hear she was thinking; it was in her head after all. At last, crawling led her far enough. A shallow stream, but there was the water. She slid down the side, towards the pool, and sunk her lips into the pool. She silently slurped. “That’s it!” The voice said. “Keep drinking Penny!” Now, Penny wasn’t very sure why she was doing this, what it would do to help her leg situation. She took a few more sips, and then started to heartily slurp. After so long, she crawled back up the slanted sides of the floor, gasping as she did, feeling more tired than she did before. Nothing happened, but she did feel lightly better. At least she did what the voice asked.

Though as she crawled, there was a new pain. Flashed on her eyes, warning about leg status. Nothing new to her. Though, Penny could hear it. The groaning. Her steel legs burst, her circuitry exposed. She wanted to cry out. She dug her hands into the ground, dragging herself forward to try and find a way out. She screamed this time, when she felt something toying around in her circuits. It was more than she could take. She could hear her wires zapping across the wet floor.

Suddenly, she was crawling faster, and faster. Her crawling was becoming almost as fast as she would normally. Walk. Her torso suddenly lifted up, feeling like she bent her back in a right angle, but it wasn’t that way. She was stood up, but not on two legs. She was standing up on a thousand. She turned behind to see her new legs. Her lower body was long, covered in a thick insect coat of armor. There were plenty of sections behind her, with massive legs jutting out of the insectoid sides. The body ended in a narrow, pincher tail. Her new legs jittered, snapping against the floor, with not so much as a mechanical clatter amongst them. These legs were organic.

“Penny, did you see them? Your new legs?” The voice finally sounded again.

“I did, I did! Friend was it you? Did you give me these legs?”

“Of course, Penny. Your legs were hurt, so I helped you get some new ones. I hope you don’t mind…”

Penny had some sense that she shouldn’t like these new legs. Just the slightest hunch. These were not normal girl legs. Everyone would be so mad. They’d cut them off, all her new legs, and try and attach plain old ones. But these new legs were a gift to her from a friend. Her long, wide insect body, colored fuchsia across her armored plates. Moss and vines grew out from the tops of her lower body, seemingly just another extension of herself now. “No…” Penny smiled. “These are the realest legs I ever had! I love them!”

“Oh, great!” The voice laughed. Penny could almost see the mental grin the voice had. Penny’s new friend made her feel better already.

…

All her fear was gone when saw that swirled hair. There she was. Neo was already at the meeting area, probably beating Cinder to it. Or maybe Cinder was off searching for Emerald? Emerald’s heart went aflutter, thinking that her idol would actually go and try to save her. Neo, meanwhile, was just a nice associate, doing her job and showing up at the garden, incase Emerald went to the meeting area. By now, the whole word was dark. The night sky was spectacular tonight, with glimmering stars, and a single slice of luminous moon up in the sky. The lamps around the garden were dim, but there, illuminating the concrete path through the grassy garden.

And there were trees. Gorgeous, large trees that Emerald could perch in. She landed upon a thick branch, her talons wrapping around it, her long raccoon tail swaying like a grandfather clock. Neo was just minding her own business. She was swirling an umbrella, swaying it quietly, hanging out around under the lamp light. Emerald turned her head, watching Neo through her new eyes. They were sharper, stronger eyes now. She could watch Neo with powerful predator eyes. She twirled her talons against the tree, letting the branch shake, a few leaves shimmering off from it.

The old worries still lingered in Emerald’s head. She wanted Cinder, not Neo. It was a crude conclusion, but it rang so true. A single drip fell onto the branch of the tree. It was a new addition to Emerald’s body, and probably the most demanding. A long, slender cock, as mocha
colored as the rest of her. And it just never stopped dripping whenever she thought of Cinder. Drip and drop. She coated the branch evenly in a thin splotchy puddle of her goop. Neo turned, trying to spot where she could swear she heard drops, but Emerald was in the dark, and could effortlessly fly silently away to another branch. Neo’s eyes were made weak, as she stood in the light and tried to stare into the dark. That was easy stealth as far Emerald knew.

Her body weight was so reduced, landing on a branch didn’t make the tree creak even in the slightest. She was just a feather, briskly scraping across the sky. Neo only glanced where the drops had been, returning quickly to minding her own business. She was idle, grinning to herself, pulling out her phone to tap away at some time killers.

Changes brought about some improved sight. With Emerald’s eyes, she was able to make out what Neo was typing when she swapped over applications to her texting one. Neo told Cinder over text that she didn’t see Emerald yet, and that she should come back to the park soon; there were guards everywhere, the whole hive of security was abuzz. Emerald sure as hell couldn’t disagree with that. There was already a crazy amount of security in place with the monsters, but now they were stirred. Every guard was motivated to prevent any more students from getting abducted. Too bad for them, I’m already a monster, Emerald thought.

It was a shame she had to resort to looking off of Neo’s screen. Emerald has lost her communicator when she shed her human skin for the purity of monsterhood. In her new form her body was different enough her old clothes wouldn’t even fit proper anymore. Her breasts were gone, save for the slight perkiness of her flat chest, and her hips and ass were so much wider they would overflow out of her old pair of shorts. She hadn’t the time to see what would fit around her new tail or her wings, so she just flew about, naked and as tan as can be. And that was just fine.

Emerald saw all she had to with one final text inbound from Cinder, glaring bright as day on Neo’s phone. “On my way.” It said so plainly, but those words excited Emerald beyond words. Her already damp thighs found a way to get slicker, her tanned inner thighs slick and shimmering with her juices. Her tongue hung from her mouth, her long striped tail slung through the air like an unsteady kite. She couldn’t contain herself any longer; she needed an outlet. She needed to spread!!! She wasn’t Emerald, but she’d have to do!

Swooping down, Emerald struck at Neo. Neo side stepped at the very last second, just barely getting out of the way of Emerald’s advance. The harpy hissed, her mind humming in the ancient language of the predator. Hunt, claim, dominate. The roars in her head pounded like the howls of Grimm. She swept higher into the sky, her silhouette made clear by the bright moon.
Neo swirled her parasol loose, but by the time she was ready to attack it was already too late. Emerald returned, this time faster, more straight, more true. She swept into Neo like an arrow, and the two bolted into the ground. Any average person would have broken their bones. Emerald was fine, but Neo seemed far less fine from that attack. Nothing looked broke, after all Neo took worse before than Emerald body slamming her. Besides, Emerald was lighter than she had ever been her entire life. Neo just certainly didn’t seem like she’d be standing, a strain here, a bruise there, an open cut. It was almost disappointing, but exciting. Emerald didn’t know her own strength.

There was a rustling, and someone called out, “What have we here?” Emerald turned from the girl she was straddling. The girl who called out to her had the lower body of a dragon, absolutely massive tits (which naturally drew the eyes of a rather horny Emerald), and glowing pink streaks through her golden hair. The girl had a long forked tongue that she licked across her thick lips. Emerald knew her from before she turned, she surely was Yang. She was one of the girls who had gone missing. Emerald’s tail sunk down low, anxious from the beasty girl. “I suggest you plop aside, sister. I’ve had my eyes on this one for a while.”

“B-but…” Emerald was hesitant, but more girls started appearing. Blake came from the bushes, shorter, more catlike. Then came the bitchy Heiress, Weiss’s skin now matching how cold her heart actually was, with a blossom of three long tails lashing quietly behind her. Then, it was Ruby who swooped down. Her bat wings folded back on her, her body wicked with a long scorpion’s tail extending out from her bottom. The pack was team RWBY, but now they were unrecognizable as four students learning to be the saviors of humanity from monsterhood. Rather; they looked more like monstrous prostitutes, and Emerald was overwhelmed and bowed to them.

“That’s a good girl.” Yang purred. She wasted no time, slithering over to Neo, lifting her by the throat, forcing the swirly haired girl to stare down at Yang’s massive cocks. Ruby snickered at her sister’s habits, slipping over to Emerald. She snickered, her long fangs showing through her lips. She swung her long armored tail forward, rubbing the scary weapon tail under Emerald’s chin, appraising the feel of her smooth features.

“Heya, Emerald.” Ruby grinned. “You were always so nice to me, you know that?”

“Y-yeah.” Emerald felt her nerves rise up her throat. All of her lies were rushing forward at her. If this monster suspected that Emerald was ever anything less than sincere…

“That’s why I went after you first.” Ruby grinned broader somehow, that Cheshire smile reeking of her sinister intentions. Emerald’s lustful eyes still kept darting where they shouldn’t, spotting Ruby’s flushed cocks, both plenty long with fat knots near the base. “I always liked you, Emerald. Now, we get to be friends forever. Very close friends.” Emerald could hardly stay focused, but her legs were wrapped around Ruby’s body, and Ruby’s girth was warming Emerald’s insides. She screamed out, somehow in pleasure.

Her eyes felt watery. She peered to her left, watching Yang claim her prize. The dragon was brutal to Neo. Her thrusts shook the ground, Neo looking like she wanted to scream as loud as she could, but her head was bent back to have her sounds muffled by Weiss’s icy dick. Neo shivered, still in pain from Emerald’s tackle. Emerald almost felt bad now, after all this was her friend, but more than anything she was envious. That was her claim, that was her fuckpillow to plow into, and now some bigshot was coming and taking it while her bitch master forced Emerald to bend over and take it!? She didn’t want to be fucked, she wanted to be the one doing the fucking! She was furious-

“Hey, focus on me, ‘kay?!” Ruby’s claws her around Emerald’s chin, forcing the tanned harpy to turn her eyes back to Ruby. Her eyes locked with Ruby’s terrible ones, filling Emerald with dread. She never dared look away again. Ruby was merciless in her moves. Emerald didn’t even notice until the pain was too much, but Ruby was already using both of her cocks on the poor girl. One in either hole it could manage, with any spreading and pushing and ripping done as needed to make things work. Emerald twitched, the pain of how she was spread mixed with the apprehension in her gut, rising through her to her temples. Her head felt like it was filled with butter, all her thoughts were floating or drowning, but none of them stayed still. Her moans were short little huffs, trying to keep herself quiet so Ruby wouldn’t invite one of her friends to plow her mouth like she did with Neo.

Ruby slowed, turning her head over at Yang. Emerald knew she shouldn’t turn and look too, but she had to. Shivering, she turned her head quietly to stare at whatever it was that made Ruby decide to look over at Yang and Neo. Neo was on the ground, though she was looking a bit smaller. Her body was covered in sweat, ludicrous amounts of it. Her hair looked runny, the pink and chocolaty colors ran down over her face, mixing with her sweat on her chest. Yang licked at her endlessly.

One lick took off a chunk of Neo. Neo moaned loud against Weiss’s cock, the heiress suddenly cumming down into her. Neo shivered, her gut visibly swelling and then pouring out the vanilla coloring of that fox cum. Her body was just unstable, breaking apart like a sponge, in tiny holes pouring with a thick creamy substance. Her sweat was getting thicker every second. Yang thrusted until Neo was just a colorful puddle on the floor. Emerald almost wanted to cry
out, but Ruby caught that she was looking away, and tugged her head back into place, fucking her extra hard for punishment.

…

The sewers were a long journey. Penny wished she had just gone up the ladder when she had the chance, but Friend insisted that she stuck with the hidden sewer. Friend was what Penny decided to call the voice in her head that helped her grow centipede legs. Friend insisted she knew the way through the sewer, that she had actually seen a good deal of it. Friend said there was a bigger part of her that going to be coming through the sewers soon, and it was already getting into the water supply that flowed through these sewers. That was all Friend could tell her, but Penny was fine with. After all Friend had done for her, she didn’t deserve a thousand question. Friends don’t bother other friends with stupid questions, Penny thought.

“Don’t worry about it!” Friend replied. Friend could hear all of Penny’s thoughts, which was of course pretty odd, but she didn’t really mind. Penny didn’t think anything bad about Friend at all, in fact she only had good things to think about her! “Just keep going. The next ladder will get you someplace you can skitter all you want!” Friend assured her. That was what Penny wanted, to get back up on the surface and run her new legs down across the ground. Friend also insisted that Penny needed to meet her old friends, which Penny was scared she’d never see again. Ruby, Weiss, Yang, and Blake… They were all back in town! Of course Penny was skittering her legs as quickly across the stone floor as she could.

Penny was also excited to show off her upgrades to Ruby! She was a very different looking girl now, besides the massive insect legs! Penny was also growing little leafs and moss on her insect body, as well as some other places. She grew these nice glove looking structures, made out of a thin layer of armor like on her insect lower body. The gloves went from her pointed tipped fingers, up to right before her shoulders. As well, her mecho-organic combo skin was tinted green. Penny could feel warmth more naturally through her skin, as well. It wasn’t a circuit clicking in her brain and giving her an estimate of the Celsius degrees, it was just… warm or cold. Which made the sewers pretty hard to get through! They were plenty cold.

Ever odder, were the two antennas that grew out of her head! Penny just figured it made her look cuter! Though, her larger breasts, and the weird green slimy vines that grew around her crotch were a bit too odd… She didn’t get the point of those changes, but she wasn’t complaining. She was always a fair deal jealous of Yang, so this was nice! Penny felt attractive, though she hadn’t gotten a good chance to stare at a mirror and appreciate how she looked. She
was a bit worried with how many wires and metal plates were broken to make these changes work…

Friend led her further down the sewer. The stone walls felt like they were closing in, but Penny just had to remind herself that she stood a bit taller with her centipede taur body now. She paused to dip one of her vines into the sewer water to grab a drink. The water tasted like pure sugar, making Penny wet her lips, even though she ate mostly through her roots now. Hell, before today, she didn’t even need to eat, and oil treatments and batter recharging never felt half as good as drinking water did!

Refreshed, she chittered down the halls, her clicking legs echoing down and back to her through the halls. “Be ready, Penny. Someone is coming.” Friend could sense anything going on in the sewer. There were small roots and moss all throughout the sewer halls…

The woman coming down the halls was a familiar face. Penny was able to quickly place the face as Cinder. She was a student from far away, and was a part of Emerald’s team. Penny cleared her throat and straightened her back. When Cinder caught an eye full of Penny, she clearly started to panic. Penny rose her hands to the air. “Friend Cinder! Please remain calm!”

“What the hell are you?!” Cinder stood her ground, seeming ready to summon something in her hands, her palms glowing light orange.

“Be calm, friend. I mean no harm. –Huh, Friend, this is Cinder!… What?”

“I said-“ Friend murmured in Penny’s head, “Give her a quick sting of your tail.”

“Sting her?!” Penny looked shocked. Cinder took a few more steps away. She looked around, trying to find a way around Penny. Penny panicked. “Way, hold on! I’m not going to sting you! Don’t be silly-“

“You have to sting her Penny!” Friend shouted in her head. “If you don’t sting her she might hurt you and me! You don’t want her to hurt me, do you!? Do you?!!” Friend just kept getting louder, every shout starting to muffle Penny’s own thoughts. Penny had to speak aloud to try and get her noise out.

“No! No no no! I don’t want to!” She slammed her eyes shut, throwing her head in pain. Something happened, and Penny was running full speed at Cinder. There was a burst of fire, catching some of Penny’s vines. Those green tendrils sunk back into Penny’s metal torso, the flames getting snuffed out inside. Penny slung her body forward, slamming her tail against Cinder’s back. Cinder fell forward, groaning out and screaming. Her scream curdled awfully, painful bubbles lost in her throat. The venom overflowed, purple bubbling up around Cinder’s wounds. Penny withdrew her tail, shaking her head, fighting inside her head as Cinder got away. “F-friend… Why did you…”

“You did it, Penny.” Friend assured her.

“I…” Penny’s voice was caught. I did?

“Yes, you did, Penny.”

“I couldn’t!” Penny gasped, shivering. She tried to back up, but her legs wouldn’t work. Were they even her legs?! They didn’t feel that way anymore. She tried to make sense of her head, but she just ended up wrapping a hand around one of vines. Her teary eyes stared down, her curled hand filled with the tentacle. She stroked it, thrusting up and down against it, wet slaps filling the air. Her legs chittered quietly, her antenna bobbed.

“You did it; it was your choice. I can’t make you do anything, Penny! All I did was ask you…”

“I… I believe you…” She gasped hard. This… It felt so incredible. She thrust her hand down harder, wrapping a second one around the tentacle now. It took two to really get the whole girth captured. Her upper body thrusted, her thin stomach stretched. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep doing it, the sensations that struck her were too much. It was pure physical bliss, things that felt good just simply because at its very core it was good. Penny didn’t know why she was doing this…

“Because you want it.” Friend assured her. She wanted this. She wanted her vines to get off, she wanted to feel good. Feeling good was nice. Defending Friend was more important than anything. Must drink water. Keep vines okay. Fuck girls. Fill them with the venom that lied
inside her. She moaned, letting her sounds fill the sewers. God it felt so incredible. She never felt anything like it before. Not one second of that fake pleasure when she was nothing but wires. Now that she was more vines than wires, she was all the happier for it. The moss and the vines and leafs that grew out from her hard metal body gifted her with softness, with real feelings. And what she felt now was realer than anything.

The vines shot a long stream of a honey substance, though it was ever so lightly tinted with pollen and poison. The thick globs ran out in narrow steams, and then thicker fatter globules pushed out from the thin tips of her vines. The floor was coated in her passion now. A second tentacle begged for attention, and Penny was giddy to grant it to it too. She jerked one tentacle off after another, working her vines like a kid picks candy out at a candy store.

She pinched at her nipples, and licked the honey from her hands. It tasted of more sugar than even the water did, as well as a thick cream flavor that she could only describe as pure sex. The stuff dripped from her lips, running over her massive tits, across her narrow stomach, making it shimmer and filling her navel. The stuff ran so thick, so slippery. “This is what I want~” Penny giggled, Friend only smiling in her head again. A big, delicious smile. Oh, how Penny loved Friend for all the gifts she gave her. Penny snickered, her eyes searching for it. “There it is.” Penny found the ladder to the surface…

…

The wound pulsed. The pain launched up her spine, making it near impossible to climb the ladder, but she managed it anyways. The night air was somehow colder than the terrible sewer she was climbing up out of. Cinder collapsed out from the entrance of the sewer, gasping her first gulps of fresh air, though the cold wind sat horribly inside her gut. She needed warmth, not this terrible coldness that sunk in over the night. She crawled a few more feet, trying to at least stand on her knees, but they wouldn’t stay stable long enough for her to sit up.

She craved heat. Any heat at all, she just needed it. Crawling through the cold night air bit at her fingers, leaving her begging for something, anything. She was wet from stumbling through the sewers, her hair damp from the ceiling dripping down onto her. She might as well have gone for a swim. Even worse, in all the commotion, she lost her communicator and made a firm rip in her dress. It was awful, and she was still chilled to the bone, the icy winder slicing into her and cutting her back down onto her hands and knees.

Standing was important. She had to at the very least get herself to stand. She groped at the wall, trying to bring herself back to her feet. Her flimsy legs hardened against the cold street, standing her up at last. She huffed and puffed, her muscles wobbly. She was standing on uncooked pasta that wobbled loosely like bridge cables. She walked on pins and needles, hobbling against the building side down the alley. A flash light came flying by. She gasped silently and threw herself behind the dumpster. The boot clicked and clacked against the street as the men ran past her. She tried to stand again, but her luck was lost.

On her rear, back against a dumpster, she sat. Her back ached where she was wounded still. She could no longer feel any blood or venom running down her back, but phantom claws still dug their tips into her, raking across her spine. The pain left her paralyzed, throwing her head back in mindless thralls of agony. She was luckily able to silence the screams this time, else the guards that just passed by would turn around. She was out past curfew, getting caught would get her in trouble without a doubt.

A new feeling arose, however. One unlike the pain that had been causing her so much agony. It was a feeling that called for pleasure. Her fingers darted for between her legs, sliding against her dress. She gasped, throwing her hand back in disgust. Of all the things the mood was set for, it was not at all aligned with something like that! Still, touching herself like that made her oddly warm. All the fire was between her legs, waiting to be tapped into. Her pride proceeded her needs, however. She wrestled with the side of the dumpster until she found her feet again. Finally standing once more, she hobbled down the street.

The garden where she was set to meet with Cinder shouldn’t be too far… It was only a little ways off now. She crossed the street, no cars out to make crossing it a hassle ever since the curfew. Which, an empty street was good since she fell forward onto her hands and knees again. She coughed, struggling to stay on all four limbs as one of her hands shot down for her crotch. Her chest fell heavy against the road, her rear in the air as she drove her fingers into her panties. Every layer of clothing was just one more layer she had to prod through. She moaned, her breath visible like steam from a chimney. She threw herself forward, trying to crawl on her two knees and drag her chest against the pavement. She had to move forward, but she also had to pleasure herself. Her nipples beneath her dress budded forward with pleasure, buds of excitement blooming as she dragged them just right.

Somehow, she managed to cross the street. She thanked whatever god was guiding her that no patrols came buy as she slowly dragged herself forward. She rose back to her feet, finding another heat was in her bones to actually move her muscles. She was defrosted, sweat beading up from her forehead. For a spare second, she was scared she might actually overheat. I’ll never overheat. The lady of fire cannot be burned. She moved forward, now struggling with
how hot she was, and how cold the night was. She either felt as weak as a rookie in a sauna, or as lively as a fish in a frozen solid lake. Frostbite or burns, either way, it was just as hard to move.

A few twists and turns, and she entered the garden. The first girl to react was Emerald. She let out a squeal of pain, completely distraught to see Cinder as she was, her dress so torn, her pose looking so weak. Maybe she was hoping that Cinder was here to rescue her from the monsters that were taking turns on her. Cinder was more ought to burn her with the rest, Emerald’s features just as corrupt as the other monsters, as the beast she met in the sewers.

Ruby turned, having long ago finished off in Emerald, letting her others have a turn at it. There was the heiress, the fat titted one, and the Faunus, but there were a few more. There was the red haired girl, Pyrrha, though her enlarged form was almost unrecognizable. A massive, muscular beast, with long slender snakes in her red hair and scales on her shoulders, twin horsecocks jutting out from her. And there was also Nora, who seemed more mechanical than usual, her body was light blue with a porcelain shimmer and a fake looking cock. There was even Velvet of all people, with short wings and a spaded tail. All those Cinder sought to fool were lined up before her, looking more monstrous and mighty than ever before, and there Cinder sat, completely worthless, her body weak.

She stood, trying to escape, but a hand wrapped around her ankle. She turned and saw her emerge from the ground. It was Neo, it became apparent as the multicolored slime took a solid form, drops of ice-cream running loose from her body. She smiled at Cinder, holding her in place. Yang grinned, approving of her pet’s work. Everyone approached Cinder, surrounding her.

It was all a blur. Nothing was static or certain. She thought it was Ruby in her mouth, but when she bothered to check again it was Weiss. She tasted horrendous on her tongue, Weiss’s cock steamed like hot breath in Cinder’s mouth. Someone came in her ass and then someone took her place. Whenever it was Pyrrha doing something, Cinder was at least certain of that. Pyrrha’s cocks were massive and unwieldly. Though, after both of them were fit into Cinder’s ass, things certainly became blurry all over again. Weiss and Ruby grabbed her by the shoulders and forcefully helped her up and down against Pyrrha’s twins.

Everything just made her so hot. Cinder felt like she was going to burst her skin on fire. She was sweating heavily, her breasts throbbing. The cum, oh the cum started to taste heavenly the more she had. She must have tasted everyone’s cock at least once, but each was more delicious than the last. Cum to her tasted how a delicately prepared meal used to taste. Cinder
gasped, trying to keep her eyes steady long enough to tell which cock she sampled next, but Pyrrha kept that all unstable. At one point she might even have suckled at Emerald’s.

Every time she was dropped back down on Pyrrha, the fire was ignited hotter. Cinder grew warm until she could no longer sweat. Then she grew so warm she could never feel the cold. And then ever hotter. Her haired seemed to catch fire, but it wasn’t so simple. Rather, her hair was fire now, her flowing beautiful black hair ending in strands of glowing flames, flowing through the air like a frisky flame dancing through the sky. Her eyes grew fiery. That was when she knew, it was the venom. The venom had done this, like it must have done to all these girls before. It was more than a disease.

Horns grew out from Cinder, searing hot as if just brought back from a forge. The girls all gasped and watched Cinder grow and change on Pyrrha’s cock whilst Pyrrha looked on nervously. They had all dominated the old Cinder, that Cinder was dead and buried underneath the gallons of cum they covered her in. But this new Cinder, oh yes, she shall be better yet. She would have to reinstate fear into them, and take their cum on her own terms. It was cum and sex that made her fire, and now she desired to be even hotter. She wanted to be an inferno.

When her wings split from her back like flares from a fire, Cinder threw herself off of Pyrrha’s cock and grabbed Emerald. The girl gasped, trying to fight for only a second before she recognized what had grabbed her. Then she eased below Cinder. You still know your mistress, Cinder thought with a wicked grin on her face. Cinder’s legs and shoulders grew scales, the scales being spiny and rock like on her shoulders. A long, thick, succubus tail of fire and scales grew out from Cinder’s rapidly enhancing rear. And from between her loins, a long studded demoness cock grew. She claimed her pet with one strike, implanting herself deep inside her. She moaned victoriously, her screams reaching blissful heights. To take was incredible, and she was taking Emerald.

The harpy moaned in mirth, overrun with feelings, her eyes tearing up with happiness. Cinder made her little birdy raccoon feel better, making sure her little thief had some cum she cared about in her instead of these bitches’. She thrust into the girl, groaning out as she came. Emerald’s body steamed, gasping hotly. Cinder slid out from Emerald, letting the harpy take a little flight after she recovered. She landed perfectly on Cinder’s shoulder, perching on one of the stony scale spires that jutted out from her shoulders. She fit perfectly, and was so light as to not disrupt Cinder’s ability to stand, and it felt good to stand. She stood now on stronger legs, covered in scales, permanently standing in a high-heels position with how her claws were positioned on her feet. She turned to face the other girls, sticking her forked tongue out.

Ruby approached Cinder, giving her a steady look over, one brow raised as she took all of Cinder’s new body into account. With one final look, she gave a curt nod. And like that, the depraved huntresses took the sky. Cinder felt a new kinship with her monstrous companions. Somehow, she felt more secure as a succubus of fire with a long gecko dick than she ever felt as a human. She was pure fire, pure seduction, pure lust, whilst as a human her weak flesh and bone interfered with how her true nature was. All these monsters did, was purify her.

…

That night, the airships caught fire. One by one, they crashed down to the earth, their blimps alight, their engines exploded, or their wings decimated. There were claw marks and rips, men and women found either as beasts or as charred corpses. Some of the beasts had to be put down, as Winter soon learned. A good portion of the fleet was gone now, and several buildings down on the surface were destroyed. No one was feeling safe anymore, and the blame was put on those who were supposed to be guarding them. Hunters and huntresses were gathered, the need for defense higher than ever.

Winter sighed, sitting at her desk, polishing her blade. Her sister was one of those who went missing all that time ago. Winter thought to personally put her blade to the vine and slice until she found Weiss in that terrible place, but some sick part of her took pleasure in finally calling her disgrace of a sister gone. She sighed, dismissing the horrible thoughts in her head. She had to rescue her sister, no matter what.

She sat back in her seat, staring silently at the monitor in her office. Tonight, the monsters would strike again. This wasn’t just a few missing students. This was a war.

Part IV – Grimm Dawn

     This would be a night to remember.  Jaune moved down the alley. He shivered from the chills of the night that ran through all his clothes. He squinted his eyes at the bright light of the fire he was approaching. The narrow alley he was journeying down was illuminated by the orange embers at the ends of the brick hall. Jaune walked carefully, holding his blade near. Sweat dripped right down his forehead, drips sticking to the bridge of his nose. He emerged out through the alley.

            That building used to be a bookstore. Jaune went through it more than a few times, having to grab books some classes suddenly needed. He and Pyrrha would walk together. No Nora, no Ruby, just her and he. Jaune backed away, stunned by the flaming husk of an airship. The metallic blimp was shivering, crumbling under its flames. One could make out that once there was a building there, the entrance still remained, the sign could still be made out. The corpses of airship and bookstore converged, forming a broken skeleton of black soot and plumes of inferno. The sight of it made the sword unsteady in his hand.

            Something moved amongst the embers. Jaune’s grip steadied. The woman was screaming, struggling between her human voice and the squeals of a cat. Her dress was torn to shreds around her breasts and crotch. Like ripped curtains in claw markings, her dress hung loosely around her swollen breasts that leaked milk. From her crotch, a massive dick throbbed. She looked up at Jaune, aware of him very lately, one eye feline, the other human. As soon as she saw him, a sudden surge of pain hit her, and her other eye went fully feline, and a pair of ears sprouted from her head.

            She came lunging forward, swiping her claws almost blindly. Muscle memory took hold, and Jaune jumped back, and quickly rolled to her left side. He was behind her, and had a firm footing. She gasped, aware at the last second how Jaune positioned. Quickly, he swept his sword at her legs, and had her down on her back. She passed out on the cobble floor, a puddle of white quickly forming, the force of the straight fall seemingly enough to force all of her that throbbed, to pour. Jaune grabbed her and tugged back down the alley, trying to find a place for her to be safe from the fiery corpse.

            God, where the hell was anyone? The Hunters were gathered somewhere else, and the guards were busy, and there were bots and Grimm everywhere! He’d been following guards for the longest time, trying to help, trying to find Pyrrha, but now he had no idea where they’d gone! They ran ahead suddenly, and there was a puff of smoke- Jaune felt at his left cheek, feeling the burn still sting. He could still see it, the airship suddenly making the street impassible. He hoped they were okay. He hoped the guards were okay.

            He stepped back down the alley into the streets. He was running out of directions to head. Fire blocked most of the main street, the alley way was clogged near the remnant of the store, and beyond that there were just alleys he could keep heading down. Something emerged out from one of the alleys, and he squinted through the heavy smoke in the air to try and grasp what it was. It was a group of people. They were wearing armor, and were carrying someone on a make shift gurney. Jaune opened his mouth, and coughed until he could speak. “H-hello?!” The group stopped moving and turned around.

            “Hey look, it’s a kid!” Someone moved forward slowly, keeping his rifle at his side. “You okay? Are you infected?”

            “Infected?” Jaune was out of it. He nearly forgot the woman in the back alley, the man who turned into a wolf, and the glimpse he caught of what he thought was Nora… Jaune looked at the man the group was carrying on the gurney. One of his arms was covered in black fur. “No, I’m not, but it looks like he is?”

            “He got hit.” The one man said. “We’re taking him back. W-we have to see if someone can help him. If you come with us, we can take you back to the academy. They’ve got a secondary shield up there. The city ain’t safe anymore, kid!”

            “Right.” Jaune nodded, moving forward. His knees felt wobbly, and the red on his face was starting to sting more noticeably. “What about the searches?”

            “Searches? Kid, those were called off forever ago.” The man said as the group started to move. “We can’t risk losing anyone else, especially with the infection. We’re moving back to hold down Beacon.” Jaune suddenly felt the man’s hand crash against his shoulder. He grabbed Jaune and tugged him. “Come on, hurry! We can’t have you slowing down, and if you can’t walk, well we don’t have anything left to carry you with.” He said, gesturing to the infected man on the gurney. Jaune didn’t even realize he was walking so slow. After that, he was staring down at his feet, noticing whenever he fell behind the group, and forced himself to speed up. He had to keep up. He had to.

            In the deepest dredges of sewers, wading through the muck of society, a great force had gathered. Penny stood herself straight and tall as she could. Her thousand legs stood her up pretty well, so all that was left for the cute girl to do is keep her upper torso that wasn’t part of the insect lower body straight and erect. “You’ll do fine, Penny.” Friend said inside her head. Humble friend, her greatest ally. Friend was the one who guided her to where the Grimm Tree had washed up its seed, where she could gather it, and now she nursed inside her the first seeds of the new Grimm Tree, that shall grow inside Beacon. It was an appropriate place, for since it floats, the great roots of a new Grimm Tree will be able to grow down to the earth, creating a column of roots, connecting the hovering castle back down to the world.

            Penny was happy in her new role as the Seed Barer. Her large insectoid lower body was very capable of carrying a vast amount of seeds, and it was pretty nice she wasn’t expected to have to be a part of the combat. All the fighting was going to be left to her friends. Most of them were there down in the lowest layers of the sewer, gathering with the soldiers they were able to grab. Cinder and Blake were able to rally and gather together members of The White Fang, and convert the vast majority of them, as well the Grimm outside were waiting eagerly for the force field to get deactivated. As well, the monstrous women of the Grimm’s Harkening were all a single woman army in their own. Pyrrha, Yang, Weiss, Cinder, Emerald were all extremely powerful, and Ruby was scary amazing in a fight. Nora was a little rusty, but she could still fight well, and Velvet was still pretty impressive, capable of pulling off her weapon copying abilities.

            In the murky lair, Ruby rose and silenced the jabbering crowd. The silence came quickly, and Penny stood taller on her little stage she shared with Ruby, staring down at the army of White Fang. They were all lightly corrupted, turned monstrous just the same as they all had, though their potentials were less, and most landed as meager soldiers. To make them any mightier would be to over corrupt them, and turn them so monstrous they’d be unrecognizable. “You who have gathered, have been touched.” Ruby spoke. Her voice was lower, so much more monstrous. “You’ve felt the call of the Original Grimm, the core of an old monster. Our bodies have been cleansed of our faults. Humanity was the mistake, and Grimm-hood was the answer. Why the dog when one can be the Beowolf? Why the canary when there is the Nevermore?”

            The audience of soldiers stirred happily. Well, some of them were fucking. Penny grinned down at them, easily spotting sight of Nora getting tossed around a little. It made sense, Nora was still a little ball of energy, and her batteries needed cum to keep her going. Yang was on the stage, keeping her long scaly body coiled, trying not to pounce on someone she so badly wanted to pin to the floor and fuck. Penny felt some of those urges, but she was far more capable of avoiding the allure of them. Ruby grinned over her crowd, glancing over at Penny. “This here, is The Seed Bearer. Inside her, she hosts a Grimm Seed. Do not underestimate the important of what she hosts. A Grimm Seed takes years beyond measure to grow. Penny retrieved it perfectly well.” Ruby said of her friend. Penny’s cheeks blushed as Friend whispered in her head that she had done well.

            Ruby continued her speech. “Penny needs to take the seed deep into the center of the stronghold of the hunters. In there, lies a great force that will easily start the growth of the seed. However, I do not expect an easy battle. I am a former huntress, as are many of our members. It really makes me sad that some of my old friends will still hold on to their pale skins and naïve humanities. Their blood is weak, but their blades are sharp.” Ruby looked over to Cinder, who walked up on stage. She stood firm and tall, her clawed feet with in-grown natural high heels, ember armors of scales growing out amongst her body, from her legs, to her shoulders, her arms, her collar bone. She bore a marking of the Grimm Eye, an old mark from an order that first served The Grimm Tree, and she bore right on her chest. On her shoulder, a surprisingly light Emerald nested, her body shorter than it was originally, and covered in feathers around her legs.

            “We have scouted out the forces we must be prepared to oppose.” Cinder said. Despite now being on her side, Penny couldn’t help but have a feeling in another life, Cinder would have been a terrible foe to have. Cinder was able to dispose of several airships in a single blow. She was a much subtler woman before, but now she seemed more eager to burn and destroy, especially with Emerald becoming a much more capable scout. “No doubt, Winter Schnee plans on joining in proper with the forces on the ground-“ As Cinder spoke, Penny could see Weiss visibly shiver. Cinder went on, “As well, Ozpin and Glynda are still capable hunters in their own right. While we’ve done well in preparing our forces, we’ve given our foes more time to gather than I would have liked. As well, we have encountered an issue of some agents who have gone rogue.” Cinder turned over to Ruby.

            “Neo has taken a small force, and kinda went off without getting our consent to see some of the people in the city be turned into monsters like us. However delicious the panic she has created is, she has still helped to alert the foe to our powers. The enemy will not be surprised when their ranks turn on them, and they have a rescue force out and about now.” Ruby glanced over into the crowd. “With much insistence, I have granted Pyrrha the authority of leading a clean-up detail. She, along with Blake and Yang will go ahead of our main force, and focus on cleaning up the streets. Convert as many hunters and citizens as can be converted, and reinforce your own numbers with whatever it is that Neo now has.” Pyrrha rose to the front, grinning a broad smile. Her hooves clicked the whole way up, and she had her sword and shield on her back, though they seemed a bit twisted.

            “I look forward to meeting some old friends on the field.” She bowed before Ruby as well as Penny. Penny always had a good feeling about Pyrrha, and now as her new form, she felt so safe knowing someone so strong she was nearby and ready to fight for her. Pyrra gave Ruby a knowing look. “Old friends, especially Jaune.”

            “Jaune?” Ruby almost seemed surprised. She had nearly forgotten her first friend from Beacon. Her smile returned from her shocked expression, giving a knowing nod. “Oh, fair is fair, Jaune is all yours. You two have one more dance to attend.”

            “I thank you for this opportunity.” Pyrrha rose. Nora drew herself from the crowd, Blake emerged out, and Yang slivered over. With a gaggle of troops, the small group left the meeting room. Their special strike force had their orders, just to drum up reinforcements, and meet back up with the main force.

            “The rest of our strategy shall goes as follows.” Ruby said. “There will be two forces, The Seed and The Scythe. The Scythe shall go ahead, composed of the most aggressive, and fastest members. This group will be small and focused on fast combat dedicated to eliminating special interest groups and scouting ahead. Say Winter’s forces should figure out where The Seed Bearer is, and attempt an assassination for a speedy victory. Scythe will be just around the corner, snooping ahead to look out for such an attempt. Weiss and Cinder’s group will be dedicated to this team.

            “Then, there is The Seed team. Those in this team will be on a strict duty to protect it. White Fang, the majority of you shall be in this group. At all costs, Penny must be protected. We shall remain behind Scythe, who shall cut out the crops ahead so we may plant our seed. The Garden of Grimm waits ahead, friends. Let us see it through.” Ruby looked down with a feral look in her eye at her audience. They chanted, and in a fit of throwing out steam, Ruby threw herself at the first girl she saw. Penny gasped happily, giggling at just how urgent Ruby was about it! She watched on as Ruby bent a masked soldier over, planting her cock inside her unclaimed slit. She bulged around Ruby’s fat dog cock, her knot making the girl throw her head back and scream.

            The moans were met with a thousand more, Yang throwing herself down, Blake bending over for whatever she could find that was just as mutated as her. Some members even came forward and suckled at Penny’s tits, finding the sap that grew within her bio-mechanical fusion to taste sweetly of their darkest desires. Penny envied their ability to taste something as pure as the sap of a Grimm Seed. The people who drank from her would become stronger, and start to gain the old markings. Penny grinned, a faint little blush on her synthetic cheeks. The vines on her cheeks tickled her robotic mind, and Friend whispered in her head just how good it must feel. “It does, it does feel so good.” Penny cooed happily.

            She just let herself get lost in the cacophony of moans, and gorgeous creatures just getting lost in themselves. At some point, Weiss was between Ruby’s legs, sucking at that red dog knot she just loved so much. Penny nearly drooled with envy. She almost wanted to suck it too! Though, being sucked certainly felt good enough for now.

            At some point, the rescue force was able to get in touch with someone. Jaune had listened during their breaks as they struggled to try and get their communicators to function. Beacon was having communication errors, probably caused on purpose by the monsters that were attacking. Everyone was nervous, and eyeing over at their friend on the stretcher, nervous that he may turn at any second. They had to get him to someone who could help him, or at least research what was happening to him to help other people. The path to their HQ was blocked, airships were falling like flies, and Beacon would be an even harder path to go towards. They were stuck.

            The whole Residential District was ablaze at this point, the flames from the wreckages spreading too quickly to counter. Jaune almost wished he didn’t leave the lockdown back at Beacon, but he couldn’t stand the idea that Pyrrha was out there without him, going through who knows what. Deep down, he knew what was happening to her, but he dare not think it. Instead, he kept his thoughts dancing back and forth towards his love for her, and how concerned he was for her, how badly he wanted to go find and rescue her. His heart ached bad enough to numb his knees, which meant he slowed down the group for a while.

            “C’mon, Jaune!” The commander said. By now, he had learned Jaune’s name very well, as he had to yell it every other block to keep him on track. Jaune couldn’t stand to stare at his current friends though, as they all had some blood on their armor. The whole group were all extra bloody at this point, a few beasts had to be slain to get this far. Most of them still looked mostly like human, but Jaune just told himself they were Grimm and it got easier to cut. Of course, whenever they could, they avoided a fight, the problem being they were not very agile with their friend on the stretcher. “If you don’t keep up, we will leave you behind!”

            “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Jaune knocked himself back out of his stupor. He couldn’t keep feeling sorry, he had to keep going. For Pyrrha. For Pyrrha…

            He couldn’t get it out of his head, the first person he killed. She was a monster, but also looked to be a person. She was turning into some sort of frog beast, with a massive cock and a long tongue. She was screaming like a human, and ribbiting out of her control. She lashed forward at the group, trying to pin someone down and rob them of their humanity. Jaune shrunk back, hiding further down the alley. The place was dark save for the glow of fire in the distance, the alley filled with trash cans knocked over, and fallen bricks sprinkled over the path. The frog woman hopped after one man, then the next, turning more and more green by the second. She lunged for Jaune, breaking bits of the nearby walls in her tackle. She tackled herself forward, not aware that Jaune was holding his blade straight and true. He wounded her. She gagged and gasped, her eyes staring down Jaune like fading moons, as the light vanished from her gaze. Her ability to stand mitigated, and she leaned on Jaune like a fallen tree. He shoved the former person, former monster aside, and let it fall into a heap with an assembly of shattered trash bags. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still feel her weight on him.

            Distracted, he had fallen behind again. He picked up his pace, looking over at his team. The man on gurney was starting to look less and less the man. He still had his armor and clothes on, though now it all fit in the wrong places. His chest plate gave no signs of what was obviously happening beneath, his baggy clothes were filled with fur, and extra filled around his hips and chest. The fur was further up his body, and his gasps sounded as un-like him as possible. Feminine. Monstrous. He was not he anymore.

            Down another alley, they turned. The main streets were either blocked by a crashed airship, debris, or a fight they couldn’t win. The longer the night went, the more darkness that seemed to roam the street more openly. One section of the street was covered in a gaggle of women turned to cat girls, though the clothes suggested that some of them were at some point male. Another, an especially massive monster blocked the path, busy sticking a dick as big as a castle tower up a quickly turning man. Whenever they could, they avoided a fight, especially considering they didn’t know what to do to begin with.

            They tried to deny it, but they were just wondering, trying to put off the inevitable with their friend. They kept reassuring the ailing man on the stretcher that he was going to be fine, but that was a blatant lie. Jaune wanted to stay optimistic, but he couldn’t keep his head high. Someone was transforming before his eyes, and all he could do was sit by and watch him turn. He couldn’t be brave and start cutting through crowds of people. They were just as much man as the man they were trying to save. And what else could they do? Really, what they were doing and just waiting for their friend to change, and then regretfully let him loose into the corrupt squalor, though that was too agonizing a truth to ever accept. They had to save him. So, they thought to bring him to Beacon, but even that was foolish. Jaune saw how thick the security was after Pyrrha went missing. It was decently relaxed before further students went missing, but now there was a guard to every door, and the front entrance was guarded by Gyldna herself.

            She was overseeing the quarantine, and was planning a foray out into the night to go rescue the missing members of Jaune and Coco’s team. Velvet, Nora, Pyrrha, gone without a trace. They even say that some other students from Cinder’s team went completely missing too. That, along with Ruby and Weiss and Yang and Blake and… It was too much. Glynda was hurt just as bad as anyone, if not more. And Coco wanted her own brand of revenge. But Jaune was foolish, he couldn’t wait to join forces with the team of the two stronger hunters. He was afraid they wouldn’t even let him go, that they’d think he was weak.

            “He’s getting up!” One of the men on the stretcher yelled. The other turned around, and the commander came to a halt. The man on the stretcher was moving, trying to sit himself up. “How are you feeling?” The soldier asked the ailing man.

            “H-horny…” He muttered, his unfeeling eyes looking over his friends. “Like, hornier than I’ve ever felt my whole life.”

            “Resist it.” The commander ordered, approaching his teammate, but not getting too close, noticing that his black furred arm was rather large. His arms were both a big bigger than they should be, breaking a clean body ratio to make him seem obscenely strong. The hair on his head was long and black now, and two ears sprouted right out of his head.

            “But…” He spoke with the voice of a woman. “I neeeed it…” She rubbed her pawed hands against the bulge in her uniform, toying with it. Her other paw came crashing down, and tore her armor plating and clothes from her chest, letting her pair of clean tits spill out. They were completely massive. The two holding the stretcher sounded near sobbing, and the one in the back started to let go. The gurney leaned towards him in a slope. They ran.

            They left him and the monster turned in the dust. Jaune was tugged along by the command, and the other soldier was running with them, leaving the last soldier to be molested by the transformed wolf girl. “Let me go!” Jaune yelled, shaking obscenely, his eyes filling with tears. He couldn’t believe they were just going to leave him. The commander didn’t say a thing, just tugged harder, and Jaune found it hard to disagree with the tugs. He had no idea what he would do if the commander let go. He certainly wouldn’t run back and try to save him. The infected soldier was too far gone, and the other person was about to be infected, and Jaune didn’t want to kill them.

            “Why why why…” Jaune caught his breath with the other two at a clearing. They had ran down the alleyway for what felt like hours. His pulse was racing, and his forehead was wet with sweat like a street runs wet in the rain. “Why did we leave them… Why…” The tinge of guilt was hard to hold for long. He was out of his mind, and found it hard to care about what had happened with the adrenaline still pushing him. He wanted to keep running, look for somewhere more to hide. They entered a bakery, the place long abandoned already. It reeked of cum and the unmistakable scent of blood. Iron and salt mixed murkily in the air, teasing with the remaining embers in the oven. Inside, for the first time, Jaune was finally somewhere where there was no fire to be seen for once. They were safe for a little a while, Jaune hopped.

            “Oh god.” The soldier muttered. “Oh god oh god… Jerry…”

            “We need to get moving fast. Gather your strength. Look for some water.” The commander ordered. The soldier moved over to behind the bakery counter, shakily searching for where some water would be stored. He moved with grief striking him, making his joints move little, and his body move slower. Jaune beat him to finding the sink in the back, and pouring out some water into a few bottles to share with them. Jaune hadn’t noticed how sore his throat was until he finally got his first swig of water in forever. His throat came alive with a deadly ache, something he’d trade for death. His throat felt numb and at fire all at once. The water felt like worthless trickles on his glassy throat, and it ached with a deep, stinging pain.

            They knew they had to keep moving. The soldiers they left behind would be distracted with themselves for a while, but that wouldn’t mean much if they spent even longer drinking water and shivering. Jaune still had something to keep moving forward for, he had to find Pyrrha. When he tried to stir his ally to move, he was unreachable. The commander considered leaving him behind, but Jaune just couldn’t accept that anymore. “He’s a friend! And we can save him! He isn’t infected, and he is still right here! I’m not losing anyone else tonight.” So they stayed long enough to get the soldier back on his feet. They began to move again.

            Out the door, back into the night of fire. They were getting close to this little café that was decisively close to the academy. Jaune had visited it a few times before back with Ruby and Weiss. Oh god, Weiss. Jaune didn’t want to think her either. Everyone he’d ever loved went missing from this terrible invasion. He entertained the horrible fantasy that possibly, somehow, they were tainted like the people were tonight. That the same thing that left Vale stricken was the force that claimed Ruby, Weiss, Yang, Blake, everyone, everyone. He couldn’t handle such a vision.

            “Jaune.” A voice called out to him. Jaune couldn’t believe what he saw.

            She wasn’t alone. There were people who looked like White Fang, and the others looked so familiar it left Jaune frozen. Pyrrha stood taller than she used to, and had two fat horse cocks a fair deal larger than anything Jaune would ever imagine on a girl. Pyrrha’s snake hairs were alive, slithering around and hissing at Jaune before emitting something that sounded like a reptilian purr, like maracas being shaken. Jaune held his breath, speaking suddenly. “No.” He it came out like a hit he shouldn’t commit, an act he dare not do.

            “Yes Jaune, it is me.” Pyrrha said, approaching slowly. Her hooves shook the stone floor. Jaune tried to back up, but he didn’t have it in him. A shot rang out, a warning blast at Pyrrha’s feet, fired by the commander.

            “For the love of- MOVE YOU IDIOT!” The commander yelled, blasting a few more shots near Pyrrha. He was knocked out by Nora smashing her hammer at him. Nora, oh Nora, she was unrecognizable. Light blue skin like thin water, wings from her back, a creak of robotic joints.

            “Heya, Jaune~!” Nora said, cheerier than usual. She was some synthetic version of her usual sweetness, to the point she sounded too sweat, too forced. “Sorry we have to get rid of your friends!” Blake came out of nowhere and captured the other soldier as he was trying to escape. She didn’t look quite normal either, somehow shorter, wider hipped, and had a cock to place in the man. Hovering a little above the group, Yang watched over them. Jaune didn’t get a good look at her, as he was quickly forced to look at Pyrrha.

            For Jaune felt a splatter across his face

A splatter that came from Pyrrha. It stung his eyes with salt, and some of it caught on his tongue. He swallowed, turned, and ran. He was somehow able to break past Nora, distracted with her prey, past Blake who didn’t even turn to face him, past Yang, who couldn’t catch him before he made it back down, back into the bakery, and shaking her off down the alley.

            He knew Pyrrha would be coming. He knew she was coming, and it drove him nuts. He was still gagging on the taste in his mouth. Pyrrha’s taste. It was so wrong, what the hell happened to her?! And what was going to happen to him? He couldn’t even start to imagine it. Would he end up like the infected man the soldiers carried around? He couldn’t… He was scared. He shrunk further down the alleys, feeling a stirring in his gut.

            Pyrrha escaped off to go chase down Jaune. With no sight of Neo yet, Yang kept her troops on their feet, and had the ones who didn’t go down the path with Pyrrha, follow her. Yang effortlessly hovered in the air, her slim draconic snake-like lower body slivering through the air like a kite. Yang mostly found it hard to think about anything that wasn’t sex, though tonight she was a bit more focused. She blinked her eyes, her heart pupils glimmering lowly in the night time sky.

            They should be meeting up with Neo soon. Ruby probably wouldn’t think it would be too bright for the group to be as split up as they were, but Pyrrha just had to go get Jaune, and Yang couldn’t afford to sit around and wait. A few new members had also joined their little fold, and were being broken in as they moved through the streets, a little fuck and go as they say. The former guards made for some pretty sex girls, and the already converted couldn’t keep their hands off them. Yang herself was guilty of swooping down once and pounding into some fat wolf booty. She just couldn’t help herself.

            The scent they were on was hot, and the path they went down was right. Neo appeared from a grate, materializing from the goop that waved up from the underground. Neo grinned happily, sticking her tongue out at Yang. “There ya are!” Yang grinned, wrapping her tail quickly around Neo, snapping her long scaly body out. She pulled her in, and gave her flavorful body a quick lick. “I’m going to have to pound you so fucking hard for punishment.” Neo gave a knowing grin and a little wink, trying to play her grin off like she had the innocence of a pup. “Oh don’t try and pull that on me.” Yang kept on with her playful tone, letting Neo off with as little as a meager slap on the wrist. “There is no escaping how hard your stupid slime ass is going to be destroyed. Now, where you able to recruit any troops?” Neo nodded. Yang released her, and followed after the slime girl. She led her down a sharp left turn up a hilled street, and through a building to where some of the White Fang were. There with some those turned White Fang, where also there were at least ten freshly turned members of the monstrous army, with the promise of plenty more still running amok to turn more to their side.

            Yang was very pleased. “You did well, despite being a little shit.” Yang gave Neo a pat on the head. They turned to leave the building, a soldier moving ahead. Suddenly, the black wolf woman was split in half, her body falling to timbers on the ground. Yang paused suddenly, halting like a semi-truck nailing the breaks.

            “Yang…” Raven spoke in a low voice. She stared up at Yang, her monstrous mask around her face. She grabbed the mask, and tossed it to the side, giving Yang another look at her mirror-image mother. “You go no further.” She warned, aiming her blade at Yang. Yang stared back at Neo and her troops.

            “Take them and run!” Yang growls, speaking in barks as the monstrous fury inside her was rising through her body up to her ears. She could hear the blood steaming in her head, making it hard to hear anything else but her heart pumping with adrenaline. “Raven!” Yang hisses, shooting forward. Her long dragon tail slithers behind her as she slivers after Raven. Raven’s blade crashed forward predictable, but Yang could deflect the blade with a quick punch. Raven gasped, dodging backwards quickly, avoiding Yang’s second fist flying forward to follow up.

            Fists flew forward, pushing Raven to the wall. When her back hit against the bricks, she rolled to the left as Yang’s fist collided with the wall, breaking the bricks. Raven leaped back, hit her feet against the wall, and leaped forward, created more space. Yang twisted quickly to catch sight of Raven behind her. Raven grumbled, her heart eyes threatening to turn red. She lunged forward, trying to dish out the punches again, but Raven kept dodging to the left and the right, moving as little of her body as needed. Her moves were never drastic, and she simple abstained her blade from strikes. She never went for any cheap blows, rather she was just simply trying to wear Yang out. She grew tired of that, and new that Raven would just meet the wall and vault off it again. Yang slivered back, firing off a few shotgun blasts from her corrupted fists to cover for her spacing. She breathed heavily, only realizing now the extent of how draining her barrage was.

            “Yang, what have you allowed to happen to you?” Raven asked, holding her blade steady in both hands, like it could fly out of her grasp at any moment. “This wasn’t the plan! This wasn’t how this was supposed to turn out.”

            “It is better this way.” Yang retorted. “This is better. We are no longer pawns! We’re free.”

            “You have only moved from chess to checkers. You are still a piece in a game. You are being controlled all the same, all the same.” Raven held the blade, with more sorrow to it now. She stared at the blade, seeing a reflection of herself, turned black and orange in the steel by night and fire. Yang came forward, enraged by the words. Raven tried to bring her blade forward and back, but the steel of her sword was taken off with her grasp, leaving Raven with only the base of the blade. Yang bent the steel in her gauntlets. Raven grinned, “You shan’t go quietly?” Raven reached to her sheath, revealing her true blade still awaited. Her red steel rose, a long powerful blade, that somehow was darker than the night, brighter than the stars. The red drew the eye, and it made Yang’s rage feel deeper than she even imagined rage could feel.

            Mist rolled in, the venomous breath of the night bloating out into the streets. Raven shot forward, slicing her blade, and showing just how quickly she wielded her blade. It was a heavier, much more massive of a sword, and yet she wielded it like it was lighter, slimmer, easier to wave. For every slash she gave out with the grey blade before, she dished out a second, a third, a parry, a stab forward, a dodge to the left, and a powerful uppercut that bit the stone floor with the shockwave of the slash.

            Yang moved like a bag in the air, moving her rather massive self through the air. Her tail lagged behind, meaning that Raven was making it a point to cut at it. She wasn’t paying attention as two monsters came slivering up. One was rather naga-ish in form, and the other was like a raven with arms bursting with feathers. They both earned some quick swipes at Raven. She turned to her right, to her left, cutting them both down. This was her chance.

            Crash! Raven’s back met the floor quickly. Yang held her down, pinning her to the floor. Her long dragon tail wrapped around Raven’s body, holding her down. Raven tried to retrieve her blade, but Yang reached it first. She ditched it to the side. “Hehehe… Y’know, through that whole fight, all I could think about,” Yang plies Raven’s clothes open, letting her chest stand free, covered only by her black and red lingerie bra, “is that maaaaan I know where my big fat tits come from now!” Yang giggled, admiring the tits in front of her, Yang’s own tits drowning a part of Raven’s body, though Yang’s tits were well enhanced past the point of natural. A perk of being a corrupted soul.

            Raven did her best to try and fight back. She was disgusted that this happened to her, and kept trying to spit or break free. Yang was just ripped the clothes off her prey, well entangled by her mighty body. “Oooh la la.” Yang grinned, quite liking how trimmed and fit Raven’s stomach was. “At this point, most girls would start to sag.” Yang’s heart shaped eyes glowed lightly as she stared over her mother’s frame, admiring her body as she was quickly rendered nude. Yang yanked her necklaces in a group forward, shattering the necklaces, letting the black beads roll away. Yang slid against Raven, and Raven’s eyes went wide when her absolute moment of defeat came. Yang slid right inside of her, making all sorts of bubbly grins as she saw Raven’s face mold from shocked, to disgusted, to painfully aroused, and back down the cycle. She had the face of someone who hadn’t had so much as a thought of sex in forever.

            “You can’t…” Raven protested. She still couldn’t believe she had let her guard drop so low, constantly squirming and losing her ability to focus, so clouded in her disbelief. Yang just plowed onward, eager to pump into her mother, drooling at the chance to completely ruin someone so powerful as Raven. Yang giggled, shocked at how easy it was. All it took was just that one mistake, that one simple mistake. “You’re ruining it all!” Raven protested. “Everything I’ve worked for, everything I-“

            “C-cumming!” Yang announced.

            “W-what?!” Raven’s eye’s widened, suddenly filled with clarity. She rambled no more. “Yang, pull out right now, don’t do this” She squirmed in the dragon girl’s grasp, nearly freeing an arm. Her hand slipped from her restraint, and she gripped onto Yang’s throat. The girl gasped for air, attempting to tug away from Raven. She nearly pulled out before she creamed inside Raven. Her white hot dragon cum poured out, most into her, the rest forming a puddle on the floor. Raven was free enough to slip away in a blur. She was on both feet, blade in hand, her body naked, her thighs coated. She eyed Yang nervously as the horny dragoness reoriented herself, her pink streaked bangs bouncing as she hovered back into place. “No…” Raven could already feel a stirring inside her. Her knees were wobbly, the floor felt like ice, and when she looked down it felt like the concrete was flying up to meet her.

            One knee fell, then the other. Raven was on her bare rear, grimacing from the cold stone on her pale rear. She took the other end of her blade, and shoved the handle into herself. She was trying to shovel it all out, the mounds of white corrupt goo that was in her. A big blob came out at first. Shoving it back in and out, she tugged another load out, but soon she wasn’t getting much more out, and all she may be achieving was pushing some of it further in. On her knees, she started to thrust her body forward, jerking it like some force was moving through her. She wailed, leaning her head back to just let loose loud feral moans. Her crotch contorted, and from the tip of her lower lips, a bulge grew out. It started small, only growing out longer, forming out red as blood. Barbed and terrible, it was demonic almost. It ended in a thick spike shape, a perfect draconic cock.

            She thrust the handle of her blade in and out harsher now, her free hand not busy pleasuring herself there was wrapped around her cock, braving the odd bumps and sharp hooks that could harm her palm. She was absorbed in it, her tongue stuck out, slowly splitting in two to make a perfect split tongue, long and serpentine. She was absorbed in how her body was morphed and twisted. Her legs merged together into a lower serpentine body just like Yang’s. Her breasts swelled forward to a massive size, just like Yang’s. Like daughter, must be the mother.

            Spewing out, Raven gasped out, trying to look like she hated it, but all she could manage was a big dumb panting grin, like a dog chasing a tennis ball. She cooed, high pitched and giggling, her voice trailing off like a mad woman. Her lower body was coated in black scales. Two wings grew out from her growing tail body, which at this point was as long as about seven feet, but it was only growing longer. Massive wings, with feathers of a variety of red and rainbows. Feathers grew out from the back of her head, growing in perfect place with the rest of her hair. She felt dimmer, but happier. The scales grew out on her shoulders, as well as on her chin, framing her pale body perfectly. “Yesssss~” She hissed, jerking her cock off harder. It didn’t stop growing, just getting longer. Her eyes were redder than usual, with slits down the centers. “Yesss, yessssss, oh my god yessssssssssss!” She hissed harder, her fangs showing from behind her lips. Yang couldn’t hold back much longer, and pounced atop Raven. Raven grinned, curling around Yang, their tails wrapping around like a knot in love. They humped against each other, until they couldn’t tell who was on top.

            This was a night to be purified. Winter awaited in the streets, making sure her men capably assisted those who came to their checkpoint. It was a guard, made to help those devastated by the tragedy of the airship crashes and the beastly plague, as well as get a finger on the pulse of what was going on in the city. There was no way this was all coincidence. This was an attack, and this was when their people needed them the most.

            Winter had her best scouts out ahead, searching for any sign of what they all knew was coming. This was a day they had to be ready for, the day when The Grimm would no longer be some distant threat, some monster to slowly get hunters accustomed to. Ever since Weiss went missing, Winter had been getting ready. She was going to get her sister back, and see what it was that ruined a Schnee be undone.

            A group of security made it up to their blockade, and they were quickly processed. One of them were infected, and was escorted off with the hopes of having them tranquilized and made ready for the infirmary they were setting up. Along with the security, there were five people they rescued, who Winter was eager to have sent up to Beacon where they would be safe. The school was being guarded by Coco and Ozpin, and Glynda as well, though once Qrow showed up, her and Glynda would be taking Winter’s place. Winter intended to get to the heart of this issue.

            With Glynda and Qrow manning the checkpoint instead, and possibly widening the area of it to cast a broader net for catching survivors or attackers, Winter would lead the counter assault, hell bent on punishing the beasts that took her sister away. Formal disaster relief would be needed too. The security force in the city were caught off guard, and couldn’t possibly have been aware of how fast monstrosity spreads, and how fast the city would fall. Helping the city was going to prove tricky, especially since early infections could be hard to check unless people told the truth about if they were infected or not. On top of that, they’d probably have to focus on stunning and capturing, since these were people before. They’d need to figure out a better prison system too, until a cure was figured out. For now, she could care less about that. She just wanted to stop this onslaught that was coming, and figure out what happened to her sister.

            The night had dragged on until the moon was at the center of the sky when Qrow finally arrived. “Nice to see you manning your post so well.” Qrow grinned at Winter, of course that despicable man found a way to have some satisfied smirk in the middle a of tragedy. He even had his neck in a bottle, evident by the fact his cask was wide open, and his lips were taking their part in kissing the peak of the container, taking healthy swigs liberally. “Sorry we came a bit late, Glynda here wanted to make sure we weren’t leaving things in a sorry state.”

            “We have evacuation plans squared away for some of the students.” Glynda said, adjusting her glasses as she walked up to meet Qrow and winter. A vast array of soldier were behind her to strengthen the line. Winter was going to be taking most of her men with her, so it fell to whatever Beacon could still supply. “The city is no longer safe for them, hunter trainees or not. If Team RWBY, JNPR, and CNDR all fell to this plague, then I have no reason to assume even we have a chance.”

            “Relaaaax” Qrow insisted, stealing another swig of his drink between his sentences. Winter never felt quite so irked in her life, forced to listen to him babble and sip, and then babble again. “We’ll handle this. How hard could reversing a Grimm curse be? For now, do what you gotta, ice queen.” Qrow mushed Winter off like she was the nuisance.

            “Gladly.” Winter gestured, and her men were on her. Winter would see the night end with blood, with her sister back at her side, and with this whole place abandoned. We’ll take her home, we’ll bring her back. Father will keep her safe, and we’ll train at home, Winter thought. Hang on Weiss, I’ll be there soon. We’ll cure you if you’re infected, we’ll cut a path if you’re surrounded. I’ll do whatever it takes, I’ll do absolutely anything. With her men following behind her, she moved onward, down the street to face the horrors of the night.

            The march down the street would be a fairly inspiring moment. People arose from ashes and rubble to quickly join into Winter’s congregation. They came, begging for safety, some crawling, some scratching at the floor to move, but there were none who walked completely well. A man lumbered forward, with a massively maligned arm and leg, his left leg bloated with black fur and his feet swollen into paws. Winter panicked, and rose her hand. A flurry of shots fired off, and frightened the man back. “All infected, stay back!” Winter ordered. “We can only take the people who are not infected with us. Infected people, please remain where you are.” Some of the un-infected became a bit less willing to follow her, but she that didn’t matter. She had other issues to attend to.

            Down the streets, there were still some buildings on fire, scarring the night with wounds of orange, glowing and humming into the sky. The smoke was thick, pluming off from ghastly buildings, windows so consumed by fire they turned to look like eyes, watching the platoon move down through the streets. The troops nervously eyed every window, aimed their rifles down every alley, their flashlights shooting down the twists and turns to light places made dark by the fires. Shadows were everywhere, and it felt like they followed them wherever they went.

            A man appeared next to Winter, giving a salute to her. A scout she had sent out long ago, and one of her best. “What is your report, soldier?” Winter asked.

            “They’re on the move.” He replied. “Like, really, on the move. I-I think we’ve underestimated what we’re up against.” This got Winter to raise a brow. She felt a sinking in her guy already.

            “How underestimated are we talking?”

            “There are at least two hundred from what I saw. So many they fill the streets when they move as a group. They are following a group of monsters they look like huntresses from Beacon, and the soldiers themselves seem to be White Fang members, only just as monsterous as their leaders.” His salute and stable standing seemed more shattered, like his shivering in the cold night was much clearer. “We don’t have much time. This is a force big enough to take down Beacon.”

            “Then we better stop them.” Winter said. She couldn’t show her fear for a second. She was trained for this. She was confident in her elite soldiers, and she herself, well, there was an old saying in the family. A single good Schnee can kill all she sees. It was a philosophy many people subscribed to, the hope that one good hunter could take care of one big swarm. “If you can, return to Beacon and warn them of what you’ve learned. God’s sake, they’re treating this like a flu outbreak and not a damn war.” Winter dismissed the scout, who was off at once to go warn the others. Winter ordered her men to organize, and head forward. Everything started falling apart from the side.

            They stood in a center plaza where four streets met. From the left side, there were screams in Winter’s unit, and from the right, gun fire. “They must have followed the scout.” Someone yelled. Winter twisted her head to the left and the right. Her force was being crushed from both sides by a sudden rush down of White Fang. Some of the troops were larger, some were just faster, and the worst of them were both. They crushed Winter’s force easily, squeezing them down, and bending over half the soldiers.

            Winter leaped up and picked a side. She shot forward like an icy comet, swinging her blade in wide crescent, cutting down a thick swatch of enemies. She plucked a Grimm-ridden White Fang from one of her bent over soldiers. She helped the soldier to his feet, the poor guy shivering, trying to wipe the white from his body. Winter couldn’t even wonder if he was infected as a massive beast came rushing forward, tentacles slashing forward, and a pair of massive antlers bucking forward. Winter dodged carefully to the left, and bounced her blade off the antlers. She focused her energies, and slashed her sword with a blue aura, cutting down the massive charging beast. She found her side was reorganizing, the ones who were still alive, but for every soldier she was getting back on their feet, she saw another soldier with white dripping between their legs, and a dazed look in their eyes, as the horror struck them. There were hands on her shoulders. She turned and saw the man she saved was now growing cat ears, thick terrible paws and arms, and had a lustful look in her eyes. Winter slashed her hands off, and kicked her away.

            “Siiister.” A voice called out to Winter. The voice made her shiver. Winter tracked the voice to the pack in front of her. The White Fang parted to let Winter see who was calling her. Winter was surrounded by a group of corrupted, and down the white see of monstrous women, Weiss emerged. Winter gasped weakly.

            “Weiss?” She gulped, trying to find her composure. “What happened to you…” Weiss was pale, with three fox tails shimmering behind her, two tall fox ears at the top of her head, and a plainly erect cock standing erect between her thin ears. Winter couldn’t let her emotions get in the way, she was surrounded by them. She found her footing more firmly, placing one foot in front of the other, staring down at her foes, holding her rapier in a way only someone so well trained could.

            “Weiss is better now, sis.” Weiss grinned. “And really, not to be rude, but you are getting in the way of Weiss now.” Weiss turned to her men. “I’m sorry, but you being an obstacle much longer won’t do us well. Ruby and her man are moving slow enough as is, but if you try and slow us down, well, that just won’t be any good.”

            “Don’t do this Weiss!” Winter groans, feeling like her head was numb. “Don’t make me do this.”

            “You won’t get the chance to do a thing to you, but Weiss is so excited for what I get to do to you~” Weiss grinned at her monsters. A wall of monster girls formed between Winter and Weiss. The pack that surrounded Winter were upon her all at once. She was fighting through them, slashing right and left to cut open a hole in the group where she would have enough time to cast a spell. A circle of blue formed around her, and she launched the group backwards from her, clearing a bigger pocket of soldiers, but her mood visibly fell on her face, seeing how hardly she moved any of the enemies that surrounded her. They all came back, and bashed against her.

            Scratches against her, beatings at her. She felt just as many claws as red hot cocks pushing against her clothes. She was in a cavern of cocks, poking at her cheeks and shoulders and legs. She screamed, and casted the same push spell again. They enemies fell back onto their backs, though the monster girls just barely out of range of her spell were rushing forward to replace the groups that fell. She focused on them, slashing and cutting, easily making them fall, save for the stronger ones. The ones with the thicker skin, and blades of their own. Winter slashed as hard as she could, and stabbed in uppercuts so as to avoid having to parry their blades. She was cutting a thick path at last, and was able to keep the push spell going, though her worries for her dust reserves was starting to grow.

            How much longer could she keep doing this? Her body felt the wear of the cycle. The dicks slapping against her, the claws trying to hold her down, the exhaustive retort of a spell to push away her foes, and the worthless counter attack. She wasn’t just fighting corrupt White Fang, but was also battling her own men, ruined and corrupted in the frenzy of the first attack. By about the fifth wave, a cock got shoved into her mouth. She didn’t even see where it came from. Some winged beast just came forward, and gushed down her lips, like it was warming up and jerking itself off so it would gush the first second it came in contact with lips. Winter screamed at the top of her lungs, and bashed the beast to the ground.

            Both hands were on her blade, and she was cutting as sloppily as she could, treating her rapier more as if it were a bastard sword. Oh god oh god I can feel it! Winter thought. I can feel it spreading in me… Her hands, finger tips, were just slowly starting to feel warm, and then cold, like the heat burned up her ability to feel warmth. Her whole body went cold, like a drop of blood never spread through her. She screamed as above her eyes, little slits opened up. Dark blue in coloration, Winter grew additional eyes. Both sides of her face grew four additional eyes, each of them dark blue, and lightly enhancing what Winter could see. No no no no! Get out of my head, leave me alone leave me alone! She hissed inhumanly, emitting a chittering screech. A hand knocked the blade out of her hands, and swept her off her feet. Winter fell onto her knees, staring up at the one who made her fall to her knees. Weiss.

            Weiss’s cock was there, just begging for attention. Winter tried to look away, but only her human eyes would obey. All eight of her spidery eyes just stared at that cock, even zoomed in lightly. No no no- Winter could feel her human eyes tingling. Over the white of her eyes, blue poured into them, like food coloring dropped into a glass of pure water – no no no no NO NO! Winter’s human eyes turned just as insect as her new ones, and stared at that fox cock.

            Her hands started to nervously reach forward to grab it, but Winter fought those feelings. She couldn’t let herself give in like this, she couldn’t allow it. She fought and fought, but started to feel something at her sides. The more she stared at that dick and refused herself the right to grab it, the more her sides stirred. Shooting out from her clothes, two new arms grew, one on each side. They quickly shot forward, and milked that cock for all it was worth. Her new arms were pale, with chitin armor, and pale white glove patterns on her arms and hands. Her new hands were much more eager to milk that dick in front of her, while her other hands turned corrupt as well.

            From her cheeks, two mandibles grew out, sharp grabbers extending out from her mouth. Her pale skin turned a pale blue, starting at her forehead and spreading across her face. Her clothes were being ripped from her by the other monster girls, each acting a bit more tender now that Winter was starting to look like one of them. I’m not one of them, she thought, I’m not one of them!

            Naked, she had a chance to see what was happening to the rest of her body. Her rear was swelling, and her legs were changing, becoming much more like a longer spider leg, with little spikes of icicles growing out from along her legs. Her lower body morphed and swelled, a thick ovipositioner growing out from her rear. Her lower body morphed into a spider body, with long icicle spider legs growing out from her. She even grew a huge spider cock from her lower body, long like a horse’s, but almost tentacle like in shape. She opened her mouth, and swallowed Weiss’s load, as she finished jerking off her sister. She proceeded to forcefully push Weiss onto her rear, and slip her spider dick inside her little sister.

            How long had he been running? Jaune was losing count of the alleys he shrunk down. He had taken his chances to find breaks to breath and check his body for changes. He knew something had to be happening, since his head kept trying to force him to think about bending over for Pyrrha, taking her fat manhood inside his- He heard her coming though, and couldn’t stay put for long, back to running down the alleys, back to jumping over dumpsters and dodging bursts of fire and stone.

            It was just running, that was what his life was now. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep running, and even worse was that there was a part of his head that was wondering why he was even running! He should just stop running, and throw himself against her cock. He only got the slightest taste of her cum before, he might as well dive right in and get a real taste of that sweet- He shook his head. He knew he couldn’t let himself think like that. He ducked behind a dumpster, and took inventory on his body. If he found a rescue patrol, he could try and pass off as un-infected, so long as he didn’t look the part. He checked his chest, and though his nipples felt a little tender, he was completely fine there. He checked his rear, and it was certainly sizeable. He would have to pass off as just a pretty guy with a huge rear. His lashes were certainly longer, that much he could tell from the few glances he stole at his reflection in the windows. He didn’t have much longer though, the sound of Pyrrha’s hooves smashing the floor sent him back down.

            Swinging, he took a right turn to head up. The alley was on a hill, and while it would have been easier to just go down the hill, he needed to try and find Beacon, and he knew for a fact that most hills going upwards led where her was going. He could see the academy down the path he was headed, though the dark night sky filled with smoke and burning airships made it a bit harder to see. He ran up the hill, locking his knees down. His knees were aching oddly, and his shoes were creaking in ways he didn’t think shoes could creek.

            “Juaaaaane!” Pyrrha yelled. He turned, he had to, that voice just controlled his will. “Stop running. Jaune!” Pyrrha was so corrupt and gorgeous. He fell on his knees, ready to give up. He screamed, trying to fight his limbs that submitted to her voice.

            “No no no no no! Y-you’re not Pyrrha!” He threw himself forward into a roll, forcing his limp legs to react. His feet crashed down, and he was hobbling forward. The blood returned to his legs, and he was running anew. He was conquering the hill. Pyrrha came charging like a train. Jaune shot off to the right down an alley, easily getting out of the way of the steaming engine that was the massive Pyrrha. He made distance between him and the wider street, darting down, leaping over a fence, and rolling through the alley, dodging dumpsters and trash bags.

            The buildings down this alley were ablaze much more freshly. The fire was brighter, the smoke heavier. Jaune could hear other people around. Nervously, he found his blade. “T-this is probably literally the worst night of my life…” He mutters to himself, trying to find his nerves in his ramblings. “Your crush is a monster, your school is falling apart, Grimm invasion had a baby with zombie apocalypse, and you’re stuck in the middle of it, Jaune…” He held his sword nervously, turning over the corner. He was facing the main street again, staring up the hill, and watching the monsters march.

            It was a huge group of people he once could have recognized. Beyond the White Fang, there was a woman who looked like Ruby. She was taller, more menacing, and monstrous. She had paws for feet, and a scorpion tail and wings. There was even a girl who looked like Velvet, and even odder, the creature in the center of the congregation. She had a lower centipede body that was pretty huge and covered in moss and vines. Even odder, was how the group, even while marching, seemed to be constantly fucking. The centipede girl slung her vines into a White Fang, or stung another with her tail and grinned as the person she injected turned to dumbly fuck the first thing they saw. Ruby would bend over almost anyone. When she would pounce, the whole group would pause for about five minutes, and she’d cum and toss the person to the side. Only half of the people got up to join the group again. Jaune would guess there were at least two hundred people in total or so, but there were clearly much more, pouring down alleys.

            Coming down from a side alley, a girl that looked like Weiss (who looked quite fox like) emerged, with a nearly as large army, and a woman who looked like an older Weiss with the lower body of a spider. She had this chitinous corset around her waist that made Jaune stir, not to mention her decently large breasts, and her odd looking cock between her spidery legs. Jaune tried to swallow, but his throat was dry from the smoke he breathed, and the fire that bit at his skin with fiery nibbles. The air was so hot and squalid, he had to get out of there. He nervously scanned the group, waiting until they moved far enough away. He prepared to dart down into the main street, when he spotted her. Pyrrha was back.

            She had her own little group of soldiers she was bringing with her, some of them Jaune recognized as the soldiers who saved his life. They were all just a variety of horny monsters girls, licking at Pyrrha’s cock as they walked forward towards Ruby’s group. Jaune gasped, feeling his tongue hang. Just the sight of that big dick getting a good lick. He fell to his knees. He heard the echo of her voice in his head, humming like a song that he couldn’t get out. “Stop running, Jaune…” He wanted to stop running. He wanted to stop running so bad.

            He noticed his chest was much larger than before he stared at Ruby. It was growing painfully large, and his armor plating already snapped off his body. His shirt was not just getting stuffed by his growing breasts. As well, he could feel his face rearranging. The cum inside him must finally be accelerating, his lust reaching such a point pushing him. “No!” He groaned, rolling on the floor. His legs were freshly numb again, just remembering how Pyrrha commanded him was just as good as if she reissued the command. He squirmed on the ground, the rough floor ripping into his clothes all around. Pants ripped, and his new tail fell free. Back of shirt ripped, revealing his back. “There he is.” Jaune heard someone yell. He got on his feet somehow, and ran back down the alley. But he didn’t make it far.

            “Stop running, dammit!” Pyrrha ordered. Jaune’s feet stopped quickly, and he fell to his knees. Nervously, he turned to face Pyrrha, his eyes watering, as his body stopped fighting, and his head, well, in his thoughts, he just prepared. He had no choice anymore. He couldn’t disobey. She couldn’t disobey.

            Pyrrha shoved right down her throat, Jaune squirmed and shivered. She never imagined that this day would come, she never really teased the thought of sucking dick, though sucking Pyrrha’s dick made her heart soar. Pyrrha wasn’t so tender as Jaune’s thoughts. She was roughly thrusting forward, pounding to dominate her. Jaune’s eyes nervously scanned to the side at something she heard. Nora was walking behind her. “Focus, bitch!” Pyrrha pounded harder, proving that she could break her jaw if she didn’t quite like how Jaune was working. Jaune never looked away again. “I never heard of a girl named Jaune…” Pyrrha commented, a sick little grin on her face. Jaune loved that grin already. “Perhaps it is best changed to Joana?” Joana was a beautiful name for a girl.

            Nora stripped the rest of the clothes off of Joana’s changing body. She slid her porcelain fingers across her skin, feeling over how Joana’s body changed, making Joana aware of just how wide or thin she was. A slim waist, but hips that she was scared about fitting through a door, and wide thighs that she would never be able to fit into the tight pants she used to wear. She wanted to sob, but she couldn’t because dick was too good.

            The girl behind her pushed her rubbery, dildo cock right into Joana. Joana wasn’t sure how she felt about someone else besides Pyrrha fucking her, but Pyrrha didn’t say anything against Nora fucking her wide ass. Nora was much faster than Pyrrha’s fucking, and just came right in Joana’s ass lazily. Joana’s eyes went wide, feeling the cum oozing through her. She was changing faster now, her lust and loyalty combining with a fresher load of corruption inside of her. Her front legs were covered in fur that grew quickly. Her bubbly rear exploded backwards, growing out slowly into a centaur lower body.

            The fur that grew over her new lower body were covered in splotches of black fur, her horse tail flicking lazily behind her. Pyrrha shoved harsher in, filling her throat. Joana so often flinched and gagged during the whole process, but now she was more willingly throwing herself down against that dick. Down her corruptive path, she was becoming more receptive of these things. From atop of her lengthening hair, a pair of cow horns grew right out, short, stubby, and black. She even had a few cow spots in her long, flowing blonde hair.

            Below her original set of breasts, which as this point were massive breasts that could rival especially plump watermelons, a second row of breasts grew right out, quickly reaching the same size as the top row. She had herself a quad pack of breasts, each tipped with plump nipples, pink and begging to be tugged between a finger and a thumb, eager to leak milk in squirts. Pyrrha tugged her cock out, and exploded out her load, overwhelming Joana’s form. The cum rippled down her lips, plump and given a nice even coating of cum. The hot spunk drippled down across her chin, dripping down over her plump breasts.

            Pyrrha pressed her fingertip against Joana’s forehead. The cow girl flinched, feeling heat like the fires that have burned throughout the night. When Pyrrha took her finger back, a logo was etched upon the cowgirl’s forehead, marking her as Pyrrha’s. It felt good to have a nice symbol to remind everyone that she belonged to Pyrrha. Joana mooed contently. “Good girl.” Pyrrha replied, giving her a firm pet. The affection from Pyrrha felt better than anything else Joana had ever felt in her entire life.

                        “Glad to see we have this one settled away.” Ruby said, walking forward to ascertain how well treated Joana was. Joana looked at Ruby with a puzzled look, some part of her still feeling that confusion at seeing one of her old friends in such a form. “If I may?” Ruby asked. Pyrrha nodded. Ruby shoved her cock inside Joana’s mouth. Joana wasn’t expecting such a forceful move, and nearly gagged. Ruby chuckled, shaking her head side to side. “Looks like you’re vomit boy all over again.”

            “Bullshit I’ll stay put.” Coco spat her lollipop out of the helicopter as it took off. The flying vehicle ascended into the night sky. This night was already a disaster, but now it was a tragedy.

            Defending the city has failed. The better part of the population was converted, and every rescue team sent into the heart of the residential district was swallowed up by the enemy forces, and converted over to the other side. The plague was unstoppable, and the blame was easy to drown in. Everyone was throwing a fit, and saying who failed where. The only thing anyone could agree on was changing strategies over to evacuation. Once everyone left, and gathered the help of other people, they could come back and reclaim Beacon. Until then, everything was about to be lost. Qrow and Gylnda moved back to the academy, ready to defend the evacuation of the students and refugees they had gathered. Coco, on the other hand, couldn’t imagine sitting around and watching people escape while someone important to her was still out there. She was going back for Velvet.

            The helicopter, however, was forced to turn around. They hardly left the academy when a barrage of flying monsters flew past, following a fiery comet. The flying monsters all carried people in their grasps, and dropped them onto the floor of Beacon. Coco caught sight of something that looked like Velvet, someone down there back on the ground. “Turn it back, turn it back!” She yelled at the pilot. Coco groaned, readying her minigun. The action had changed, it wasn’t back on the ground anymore. They’re going faster than our wildest guess, Coco thought.

            When they got close enough, she leapt from the helicopter, guns blazing. She rolled forward onto the ground, aimed her gun and just started barraging on the enemies. She found her eyes caught staring at the figures she shot. They were pretty stinking hot. Everyone had some hot, well-formed chest, and hips that would probably look good dancing. Coco shook her head, stopping herself from losing her focus. She adjusted her glasses, and kept shooting, turning the barrel of her gun to aim at the nearest foe. She was keeping them back, but they were all just making a blind run for the academy. Coco turned to the sky and caught glimpses of the escape vessels taking flight, blasting across the sky. This isn’t just us defending their escape… Coco realized. This is our final stand. This is suicide.

            The beasts carrying the monster girls up were starting to get more massive, and were bringing in bigger groups. Coco turned from the current horde making a dash for the doors to try and blast bigger Nevermores that came flying in. She was able to focus her fire long enough on one to make the bird beast topple over, but that didn’t count for much. They just kept coming. She felt something then. A hand on her neck. Coco turned, bucking her barrel at whatever grabbed her. Velvet caught the gun in her hand.

            “Heya, Coco.” Velevet grinned, licking her lips. Coco gasped, tugging her gun back and spinning her barrels to aim at the succubus bunny.

            “V-Velvet?!”

            “Coco.” Velvet puts a single finger on the gun, and pushes it down. Coco weakly lets the gun lower. Velvet approaches, tracing her finger across the long barrel of the mini-gun, smiling seductively at Coco. Coco couldn’t help but hear Velvet’s feet click against the floor like high heels. She walked like a model. Her hips were wide, her breasts whorish, her frame overall just so much more stand-out-ish than Velvet was before, all the way down to the odd orange, ribbed cock between her legs. “Look how gorgeous I am, Coco. I’m not just some shun-in Faunus nerd anymore. Now I’m a baroness of the night.” She grinned, licking her buck teeth.

            “You have a dick…” Coco said, trying to think of something to say that would poke a hole in Velvet’s argument. She backed away, keeping the distance between them. Proximity might mean Velvet could spread the plague, the curse, she could turn Coco into whatever it was she was and Coco didn’t… she couldn’t… She was painfully aroused.

            “My naughty carrot~” Velvet grins, rolling her eyes playfully, and raising her brows at Coco.       Coco noticed just how odd Velvet’s arms were. How they turned to slime at times. She suddenly shot them forward in a flurry of stabbing tendrils, and took out the two guards they were rushing to try and protect Coco. “Oooh Coco~” Velvet cooed, in the exact tone of voice it would take to make Coco just leak, make when her thighs rub against each other as she tried to back away feel how hot sticky and she was down there. “I know how bad you want this.” Velvet grins, gesturing to all the odd features on her body, and even her ears. “All of this.”

            “Velvet…” Coco was feeling like she was running out of space to back away, and her legs just felt so tired. It would be so much easier to just give in. “Give in, come on.” Velvet spoke like she knew what she was thinking. Coco felt so vulnerable. Her thoughts weren’t guarder, and her desires weren’t either. When her eyes scanned Velvet to her hips, Velvet exaggerated the movement of the hips. When her eyes went to her breasts, Velvet’s hands were already there, toying with her tits and moving them, watching the soft bundle bunch up around her arm, and then bounce back down to their original place. Coco dropped her gun, yet kept backing away. The enemies were rushing around her like a stream. They were breaking in. They practically already won. “Don’t I look so much better like this? I know you think so. You told me as much that night.”

            It was their secret. That night when Coco took a chance, when her libido was running high, and her feelings for Velvet just wouldn’t stop growing. They did so much and more, so many firsts for Velvet, and so many bests for Coco. Coco shared deep secrets she never would have told anyone, about how she was envious of Faunus, for their aesthetic appeal, for their natural abilities they may have over others, but mostly just for the pure carnal lust they could draw. When they fucked, Coco bit hard on Velvet’s ears more than anything. Velvet graced Coco’s cheek with her hands. Coco stopped backing away. Velvet slid her finger down Coco’s body like a box cutter, leaving a clean slit to slice down. When she drew her finger back, Coco’s clothes came apart in a clean cut.

            “You’re doing so good.” Velvet cooed, gently petting Coco on the head. Coco felt numb, and just let it happen to her. She was done fighting on the wrong side. She wanted to be a monster. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your new form is super attractive.” Velvet said, groping Coco’s breasts, spreading her fingers far apart and arching them across her mounds. Coco gasped, her body becoming suddenly so sensitive. It’s because I’m so excited… Coco thought, her mouth opening wide to gasp for breath as the anxiety worked its magic on her.

            Coco bent over easily. Velvet slid right in, sticking her unique cock easily inside. Coco was already miserably wet. Coco moved forward, finding a wall to smash her hands against to support her as Velvet smashed into her. Velvet was oddly nice about corruptively fucking her closest friend. She rubbed Coco’s shoulders, and worked out all the stress she was feeling, and drew little circles and symbols into Coco’s skin with her dark slime fingers. It felt like cold ice turning over to hot oils, but no matter how much it burnt it never hurt. It was just the warmth.

            Moans started to come out of Coco’s mouth. Lovely screams that Velvet never could imagine Coco making. The most desperate the squeals, the most whorish appeals for more. They just came out of her mouth with very little resistance. “Make me a monster~” She moaned. “Please, make me a monster!”

            “I’ll make you the best monster.” Velvet assured Coco, edging nearer and nearer to the seed that would plant Coco’s monsterhood. “I’ll make certain you are the biggest monster of them all.” That pleased Coco, and put her mind at ease. Humanity was a losing battle, and what she never was truly fighting for anyways. All this night, she didn’t give a damn about humans, all she cared about was Velvet. And here Velvet was, sealing the deal, to make sure they would be together. Forever.

            Velvet came in a torrent equal parts dark slime and cum. The Grimm magic worked wonders on Coco. Coco could tell right away that this was a monumental change about to occur, something Velvet played a big part in. She instantly felt bound to Velvet, deeper than she ever had. It was a logical conclusion to her feelings that she should become a part of Velvet to some extent. A familiar to her. Coco faced Velvet, trying to hide her nerves, and the bunny succubus drew a slimy symbol on Coco’s chest. It hardened into her like a tattoo. It was of a heart. The heart she drew pulsated a dim glow, and Coco’s chest grew forward in response. Her tits swelled, soliciting moans from Coco until both were a fair deal larger than before. She played with them, teasing the nipples between her fingers. It’s so good, she thought, nearly drooling from how fantastic it felt.

            On Coco’s left shoulder, she grew a head. A might sort of pauldron. It grew out aquatic, squid like. And on her right, she grew something of a dragon head. A grimace of scales and fire. Coco groaned in pain and pleasure until the two forces became difficult to differentiate. From Coco’s hair, two long tentacles grew out from either side of her hair, her ears elongated a little to end in pointed tips. Her new squid tentacles from her hair flopped idly before lightly hovering. Around her wrists and ankles, little spirals of fire slid out from her skin, spinning around her in flickering embers. From her back, a pair of mighty wings grow, draconic, mighty and tall. And from her growing rear, a twin pair of snakes tails grow, seemingly the snake twins to the squid tentacles that slid out from her head. Her hips widened, and her feet grew into hooves in just the right shape to give Coco a surprisingly fashionable gait to her walk, standing as if in high heels. Cat ears of fire sprouted from her head, and from her right; a black horn, and from her left; a purple. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, one was a heart, one was a star, and both looked up at Velvet.

            “Looking good.” Velvet grinned, slipping a finger between Coco’s legs. Coco grew out a mighty cock, long like a horse’s, barbed like a cat’s, and draconic in ways that only the ridges and tip could be attributed. Velvet seemed excited by the cock, giving it a lick, showing how her spit steams on the cock. Coco grinned, liking that almost immediately. Coco knew who she was now. A familiar to Velvet. She was a being reborn from her magic, her manipulation, and so willingly was she that she was rewarded with such a beautifully customized form. She leant down, and planted a kiss on Velvet’s lips. For the longest time, they kissed, mashing lips, slipping their tongues against each other. Coco never felt so complete than when she was kissing her. They were a duo. The duality of them was undeniable. Coco was another part of Velvet, and how amazing it felt. And how good did she looked. She took whorish proportions and seized them, made them tall and strong. She took the monsterous looks of a Grimm, of a monster girl, and made them fashionable. She took hell, and made it hot again.

            It was just him and Glynda. Qrow never really saw this as how things would end. Maybe deep down he hoped it wouldn’t all come down to a Grimma invasion, thought never in his wildest dreams he expected for a Grimma invasion to be made worse with some sort of shitty plague. The people they were trying to protect were becoming the monsters they were trying to defeat. Everyone was becoming some sort of warped monstrosity of what they once were. Qrow held his scythe.

            It was some great hall where he stood, quietly waiting for the enemies. There was a horde just ahead of him, and five bodies at his feet. Defeat for now, possibly dead, he was beyond caring. This was the end of the world. Qrow scanned his eyes across the horde he faced in the mighty inner halls of Beacon. He was looking for one of his relatives. Yang? He knew he might see her. Ruby? He prayed he wouldn’t have to see what they did to sweet innocent Ruby. All he saw now were faces that meant nothing to him, easy to cut down, easy to beat and pummel. “Hmph…” He snuck a swig of his drink.

            The horde ahead of him was unmoving, unfeeling. They were just waiting. Waiting for a bigger monster to come who could handle Qrow, or waiting for even more to come so they could overwhelm him. He wouldn’t let them by. What he was really worried about, though, was Glynda.

…

            Glynda met some old friends at the messhall. It near the front, and to get to some of the deeper halls of Beacon quicker, many would head through it. There, Gylnda met four students who once upon a time were the future of humanity. They were up and coming, and each had potential. Glynda sat, staring forward as Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang emerged into the hall, pausing when they noticed Glynda. “When you first came to this academy, I had my doubts. However, in my heart of hearts, I believed in each and every one of you. It was my goal to see you all reach your goals, rise to your true potential, and become the saviors this world needs.

            “But now… Ruby… This is such a dark day that I have to bury my students.” Gylnda rose her chair, and aimed her wand. “This is your last chance. Turn back now. Do not meddle in these affairs. You are children, and you do not understand the world you are about to ruin.”

            “I appreciate the offer,” Ruby said, ever more sounding like the mighty commander she was rising to be. “However, we decline. This is a world we are making better, and you and whatever hunters are behind you, are the last hurdles in the way of a better world.” And they went forward. Weiss was the swiftest and was nearly upon Glynda. Glynda waved her wand and sent Weiss flying back against the wall. She flung her with no restraint, and could break bones. She rose a table, and smacked the oncoming Yang to the side. Blake was almost swifter than everyone else. Glynda bolted into the air, and made a bundle of tables slap against each other, making a cage to contain Blake in. Glynda landed atop the tables, just in time to see Ruby coming. She waved her wand, lifting Ruby, and sent her flying to the side, though Ruby just bounced off against the wall she hit, and came flying back like a rocket.

            With a dodge to the right, Glynda slid down from the table mountain she constructed. Ruby slapped against the wall, crumbling a part of the wall. Glynda caught sight of Weiss coming back and dodged to the right. This time, she threw her harder, right out a window. She summoned the shattered glass, and threw it at the oncoming Yang, slapping the shards into her skin. Yang flaunted her tail, using her thick scles of her tail as armor. Glynda gasped, running out of air from fighting one on four. She caught eye of Blake escaping her prison in the corner of her eye, and just re-conjured the tables to reform the cage.

            Ruby bent Glynda over. Glynda’s wand fell from her hand, and her clothes were ripped from her body. She screamed, her screams muffled by Yang stuffing her cock in her mouth. Ruby took her from behind with both of her dog cocks. Her ass and cunt were stuffed, and Ruby fucked her like all that mattered was planting the seed. Both girls came inside Glynda, leaving her gagging and gasping. The girls backed away, watching Glynda shrivel on the floor. The naked woman reached for her wand, trying to aim it, but her sight was going blurry, and her body was morphing.

            She fell to her knees, as her legs merged. Her lower body turned serpentine. Her pale upper body grew a corset of scales, and her hands were covered in long gloves made of scales. She screamed, humping up into the air as twin serpent cocks grew out from her. “Stop it! No pleaaasssssse.” She hissed, her tongue becoming forked. She looked nervously back and forth as her hair turned into gel. Her ears grew long and elf like, the back of her head grew a serpentine hood, like a king cobra. She gasps, her breasts as large as melons, her body a long serpents, her head poked forward with horns that made a perfect crown shape. She hissed quietly, purring in a reptilian language. She wraps into a ball, and lets Ruby take a seat in her coil. They slithered down the hall, as Glynda, the new throne of the Grimma, led them straight to Qrow. Penny waddled behind, keeping up with them, and the rest of the army kept pace to guard them as they went towards their final challenge.

            …

            And so Qrow was the last. He stayed at his side, staring down the foes that surrounded him in that hollow chamber. Should he move, the bottle neck of the room, the hallway into the final chamber, will be open, and the monstrous floods will rush forward and destroy the final defense, and it will all be over. Qrow knew that his allies have already surrendered. Coco was far too willing to rush out to her death, Glynda seemed nearly suicidal about this mission, and was more than prepared to go rush down her former students and surrender her life, as some final dedication to the students she worked so hard to raise, and Ozpin stayed by the side of the maiden, pretending that his only purpose now is to stare the only thing that matters down, and hope that the students he sent out would make it and survive, perhaps even come back with the cure to Grimma-hood, and revive Beacon. Qrow had no such hope.

            This was the moment, to him. He could stop this, he knew. He’d just have to slay the leaders, the ones who were calling the shots and knew how to finish the mission, and the horde will fall part. Most armies formed over the course of a single night tend to crumble if a leader so much as doubts themselves for a second, let alone if the leader is defeated. Qrow had a hunch who the leader was, so his glare down at the horde turned emotionless, cold. He resented it came to this, and just thinking about who he might have to battle… It was venomous on his nerves. He was trembling, but hid it well by how he stood, how hard he held his scythe, ready to swing it at any second.

            The herd fell to the side, forming a hall of monsterous visages to let the leaders through. Ruby walked forward, her furry legs clashing against the floor with terrible energy, both of her dog cocks swaying and erect, one still beaded with slick cum dripping across the floor. She was clearly excited for the fight ahead. Qrow scoffed, showing not how he felt about fighting Ruby. He’d have no choice in this battle. This was just the end. “Ruby…” Qrow grinned, turning his eyes back and forth amongst the crowd, showing that he noticed how the crowd dispersed for her, how their eyes looked on her lustfully, respectfully. “I see you’ve really made a place for yourself.”

            “I have, uncle.” Ruby gave the quickest flash of an old grin she used to always give yet again, nearly looking innocent once more. “They’ve accepted me as a queen because of my potential.” Ruby said, reaching a hand out to one of her monsterous girls, petting at the cat girl she grabbed’s ears, showing how she purred and trembled. “I have more power than them, and the natural potential for leadership. Everyone always said they saw that in me, I just had to stop being so awkward, follow my heart-“

            “You followed your heart alright, up until you tossed it in the dumpster.” Qrow still grinned, but he wasn’t smirking like an old friend, like the relative who helped Ruby learn how to hold a weapon. “You’re right, you were a good kid with a lot of potential, but you’ve let yourself fall apart a bit too eagerly. You’ve got one more chance, kid, and I know you have it in you to make a real choice. Turn back.” Qrow twisted his hands against the handle of his weapon, scoffing. “Tell all your friends, all these victims to turn back around, to stop this all. Only you have the power to stop this from turning into a blood bath. No one else can make this peaceful.”

            “We both know I won’t turn back.” Ruby said back, her little cheery tone vanished quickly, like her rule was fragile, something that was being challenged. Qrow cursed his luck, that maybe if he had talked with Ruby in privacy she would have accepted his proposal, but here in the attention of her crowd, of her army of monsters, she was pressured to act the part of the monster. Ruby wasn’t here, only the monster queen upstart, eager to earn her throne, and would stop at nothing short of murdering her uncle to earn her throne. “All my life, uncle, I’ve been awkward Ruby, stupid Ruby. I was powerless, and I never realized how I was set up to fail until those nights ago, when I started to see what I was capable of. Cinder was planning on destroying this city, while I, I will preserve it. I will overcome humanity.” She growled, reaching behind her back to wield Crescent Rose, her signature red blade was covered in black blood, etched out as runes and symbols of the Grimm. Qrow prepared himself. As soon as the fight started, the horde would rush forward, sneak past him like the lowly monsters they were. This was the end.

            “I was afraid of this.” Qrow said. And they flew forward.

            Their blades met, both shooting forward in the dust of a shotgun blast left behind them at their feet. Their blades slid, Ruby quick to slide her blade back, aiming to be the speed in the battle. She ducked to the right and flung her blade forward, aiming to catch Qrow’s body in the curve of the blade. Qrow met his metal handle against the blade, spun out of the potential blade grip, and spun his blade over his head. The blade caught the furs at the top of Ruby’s head, the hairs falling to the floor. Ruby roared and swung her blade wildly, a flurry of shotgun blasts landing her vertical strikes blasting into the floor, leaving craters, or with an upwards burst of wind that struck the roof, making the dust of the roof fall to floor.

            Meeting blades in this raged state would just cause Qrow’s guard to break. Qrow caught sight of five monsters nearly making through the entrance, with the rest of the horde making it forward too. Qrow slide back to the entrance, swinging his blade in a wild, controlled torrent. His tornado of slinging scythe blade, slaying the first three, with the last two quickly getting dispatched with follow up attacks following the spin attack. Ruby rushed forward, thinking Qrow was weakened, but he wasn’t nearly winded from such an attack. Qrow countered the blow Ruby dealt, dodging to the right, and swiping at Ruby. Ruby flew to the left, her back meeting the stone wall. She gasped as the all the wind in her body was forced out quickly and suddenly.

            “You assume too much when you fight.” Qrow mocks. “You don’t have it in you to lead an army.” Ruby growls louder, summoning some rage that always seemed more like Yang. She rushed forward. Qrow aimed high again, in a bitter moment of retaliation he aimed for her neck. She dodged low enough, but he sliced one half of her ear, clean and small. A chuck of her right ear was scarred and missing. She screamed, and countered. Qrow dodged, but wasn’t expecting Weiss to tackle him. He was launched forward, and his knees were frozen to the ground. His arms and legs were bound to the floor in a prison of ice, leaving only his head free. Ruby approached, grin and cackling, Weiss following close behind. Behind them, Qrow could make out Penny, some centipede creature now, waddling forward, with her lower body glowing and steaming dark mystic smog. The Grimm Seed.

            Ruby’s cock went right in, and came even faster. Was she jerking herself off during the whole fight. While she came down Qrow’s throat, Weiss just watched eagerly. Ruby watched the tone melt from Qrow’s body. His eyes turned blue and ghastly, his skin pale blue, like a morbid fire. He felt his mind drain, clinging to some final thoughts. I failed, we failed… but failure feels good, doesn’t it? Damn, I at least wish I could have gotten one last swig before I went off… He coughed some of the cum out. Shit, never mind, I did get one last drink. I meant I’d rather have drank some booze… Oh well… Oh well…

            His body was thin, his chest swelled a fair deal. His hair was long and black, gothic in the cut, the straight bangs. His eyes were like swirls, hypnotic, glowing with faint hum of a fire. He giggled against his will, a single horn grew out from his, well, her head. She was some sort of Oni, a gothic sort. She giggled, and giggled, and drooled, wishing and begging for a taste of ale. “M-mistress… Just one drink, please.” She begged, in her new, giggly, horrible voice. Ruby granted her that drink, and left her there for just a bit longer. She would return to claim her prize in just a moment.

            The chambers of the maiden were massive, shockingly wide. It came back together at the other end of the room, where the maiden and Ozpin awaited. Ruby could feel the chills of the running through her body, making her furs stand at end, and her usually quite erect pricks feel the slightest bit limp. This moment was long in the making, what felt like the longest time ever before. This was the moment of her empire. Behind her was her force, with all the people she had started to build this empire with. Yang, Weiss, Blake, Pyrrha, and even Cinder, who once was a secret foe she had never known of.

            Ruby could see her breath as she panted, clear as the fog in the rain. The chill felt supernatural, the room itself was basked in the light of unnatural hues of lights, and overwhelmed in the flushed glowing lights of the technology that kept the maiden breathing and living. The plan needed Cinder, and the dark secrets she knew to discover the maiden down beneath the school, the deep place where the tree of Grimm must grow. Penny was nearby, slithering along, chittering her feet across the floor, keeping up with the group as best as she could.

            “And what did you do to Qrow, Ruby?” Ozpin asked, sitting up straighter in his seat. Before he acted the part of the old man, seemingly nodding off in his seat, but now he was more aligned with the youth that shone in his eyes, his clear wrinkleless face. He spoke as if nothing was wrong, that Ruby was not the empress of the night, the rising darkest force there ever was, the orchestrator of the attack on Beacon.

            “I corrupted him.” Ruby replied, insulted. How dare Ozpin think he can fool Ruby. He should be offended! He should be yelling and screaming. If Ozpin at least tried to hurt Ruby, she would feel justified in raping him, turning him to some beast.

            “A shame.” He said, finally sounding negative in some light. Though, it was neither mournful or resentful, it was just disappointment. It was pity. He pitied Ruby. Ruby punched him in the cheek, making his head fly back, and his chair fall backwards. He gasped, nursing the side of his face as it reddened and the blood leaked from his lips. He steadily rose back up, and corrected his seat. “I had high hopes for you.” Ozpin said. Ruby had enough.

            Weiss, as ordered, muffled his voice with ice, and froze him to his seat. “I’ll grant you a pleasure, headmaster. To watch everything you’ve worked for slip away.” She growled. “You can watch the sunset, and the moon take its place.” Ruby gestured. Penny came forward.

            “Oh boy, Friend…” Penny said aloud, but mostly to herself. “It’s finally time.” Penny came close to the tube that kept the maiden suspended in the state between death and life. Penny giggled as she felt tingly. Her centipede body shot forward with a volley of tendrils of vines. They ripped into the glass. Penny crawled atop the tube, curling around it. Her lower body opened up, as if her whole body was one big mouth, and she filled the tube with her vines.

            The seed came out of her. It was massive, as large as a whole average person’s stomach. It pulsated, the coloration of it a dark earthly color, with glowing red runes, and black smog emitting from it, like a factory chimney. The seed slid in, merging into the maiden’s skin. The vines wrapped around her. For one moment, she awoke, and she screamed as she died, and was swallowed by the seed. Penny ran off, making room.

            The seed grew, with the woman suspended in the array of vines that grew. It started as a helix of dark green roots with that black smog spiraling. The maiden opened her mouth, and the smog came out of it, as well as her eyes and ears and nose. The tree grew thicker and thicker, bark starting to grow, covered in red markings, the markings of Grimm. The maiden was suspended in the tree, her plump breasts, the outline of her hips, and her knees all jutted out of the tree, but her skin was rendered ashen, her body covered in molten marks like burning wood. She gasped, and then started to moan instead of scream. The tree burrowed into the ground below, and grew far above out of the roof. “Ruby…” The maiden whispered in a voice, a voice so inhuman, yet so beautiful. Ruby spewed on the floor from her cocks, all the other monsters surrounded fell to their knees in pitiful orgasms. Ruby grabbed Weiss’s hand, and approached.

            “M-master?” Ruby asked, nervous to speak once again to the tree. The roots must have grown fast. All they need do was reach the sewers far, far below, down in the city, and they would connect with the ones down in the jungle.

            “You’ve done well. In exchange for your service, I wish to grant you a gift. I shall give you, an empire. I care little for maintaining a world, I need only consume and grow, but you have made such a beautiful thing by converting friends instead of killing them. I grant you your world.” The maiden spoke the words of the tree. Penny nodded along, as the voice of Friend was finally given a throat to speak through.

            Ruby bowed to the tree, and let the roots be planted on her head. The smog washed over her. She screamed until her voice turned demonic. Her skin was pigmented by the smog, dyed darker and darker, until her skin was ashen, dark as thick smoke. Her skin cracked into glowing red symbols, molten like the debris of a raging fire. Over the left half of her face, her skull grew out, and gave her a Grimm mask over those eyes, with four sinister eye slits, so complicated and terrible. Her arms grew out boney pauldrons, spiked and tremendous, with red markings curling around it into complicated rose symbols. The bone plates grew out from her thighs, legs, and slightly down her arms. The whites of her eyes turned pure black, with her exposed eye remaining as silver as her true power, and the eye behind the mask glow red. A gorget grows around her neck, black obsidian bone to cover and protect her. Her cocks grow out further, thicker, covered in tiny armor plates of obsidian, with the markings of red along them. She grins, and turns down to Weiss.

            She takes the hand of her princess, holds it tight, and lets the smog lightly touch her. The hand where she graced her mate turned dark grey. Her legs burst into fur, and her feet ended in paw pads. Below her original breasts, a smaller set grew, and below that, the smallest yet. A bead of milk shivered from each. Ruby removed her head, fire humming from her neck hole, and samples each. Weiss moans in glee.

            Ozpin stares quietly, like it was nothing. The smog rolls out from the tree at all parts, and inevitably, fills the skies of Beacon.

            The survivors will breath it, surely.

            Slowly, they will turn as well.

            All other trees will no doubt be snuffed out by the ghastly smoke, eaten, while humans will be spared, converted into useful tools for the empire being built.

            It was the Grimm Dawn.

Appendix

The Kingdom of Grimm

Land of Smog and Corruption, where the light shan’t shine

Queen of The Grimm

Ruby Rose

• Queen of The Grimm, chosen one of The Grimm Tree, the Eclipse of Humanity. Feared, respected, lusted for, loved, she is considered the mightiest of all.
• Adores Weiss above all else.
• Grimm Hell Hound, Manticore, Dullahan

Mangus Vicar

Weiss Schnee

• Princess, grand chancellor, and mate of Queen Ruby’s. She is considered the head of the church by title, and is respected and adored.
• Arctic Fox, Inari

Head Servant

Nora Valkyrie

• The head of all servants. Is programmed and capable of maintain Ruby’s palace.
• Puppet, Dark Valkyrie

Witch of The Night

Glynda Goodwitch

• High power of the night. Works to keep the tree functioning and healthy along with Penny.
• She often employs her massive lower body as a throne for Queen Ruby.
• Apophis, Queen Slime

Hand of The Queen

Yang Xiao Long

• The mighty Hand of the Queen. Sees to it that Ruby’s commands are dealt. Is tasked with keeping all other forces in line, along with Raven.
• Ryu

Overseer

Blake Belladonna

• Commander of many city-level matters that needn’t trouble a queen. Controls many matters of city quality.
• Nekomata

Mistress of the Guards

Pyrrha Nikos

• The feared and mighty captain of Ruby’s Guards. Patrols the cities with her soldiers, and is known for being merciless. Her prison of pets is ever growing.
• Minotaur, Medusa

And her pet

Finest Cow, Joana Arc

• Pyrrha’s infamous pet. A slutty cow girl who at times remembers when she was an up and coming hunter. She forgets when she is being milked or bred.
• Cowgirl, Bicorn

Mistress of Seed

Penny Polendina

• Original bearer of The Grimm Seed. Now, a well-regarded member of the Seed Church Worshipped for her might.
• Whenever The Grimm Tree’s speech lowers beyond a whisper, Penny is capable of communicating with it.
• Oomukado, Aulrune

The Queen’s Guard

Captain

Coco Adel

• Well regarded captain of The Queen’s Guard. A ferocious, if gorgeous woman.
• Is bound to Velvet as her summon
• Chimer, Familiar, Ignis

Velvet Scarlatina

• Prized member of Coco’s guard forces. Often found bending over for Coco with little hesitation.

Mistress of Spies, and the skies,

Cinder

• Scourge of the skies. A maiden as dark as the fog that fills the air.
• Her flames are said to cause intense lust.
• Succubus, Salamander

And her loyal servants

Neopolitan

• Mysterious spy for Velvet’s forces. Rumored to be everywhere at once.
• Ice elemental, Slime

Emerald Sustrai

• Prized flier of Cinder’s. Often found perching on Cinder’s shoulder.
• Harpy, Tanuki

Grimm Army

General Winter Schnee

• Organizer of Ruby’s mighty army. Took promotion from her previous job with immense satisfaction.
• Arachne, Glacies

The Knight of Dusk

Raven Branwen

• Mighty maiden of the knights. Feared and respected.
• Quetzaquatol

Qrow

• Stupefied pet. Controls the books of Ruby’s Library, is used often.
• Oni, Specter, Lich

Paint my skies ‘o grey,

And help me find my way.

Taint my breath to smog,

Help me to embrace fog.

I want to be a monster unclean,

So save me, my dearest Queen.

Deprave me.

Part V – Fallen Survivors

                It was a sunset up above in the sky. The trees and lush grass were all turned golden as the setting sun. The clouds above dimmed the brightness. Monarchs of soot dominated the sky, the smog of The Grimm Tree dotting the heavens above. Ruby stared forward at an innocuous tombstone, a single little humble memorial that she so often visited. The Queen lowered her newly made hood, a luxurious black and red cloak customized to fit the body of The Queen, Ruby’s form so different from how she was before. Half her face was covered in the bone armor of Grimm, both of her eyes were pools of black with silver in one and red in the masked one, that shining pupil glowing through the six complicated eye slits. She looked down at the grave, a few feet taller than ever, her head further than ever from the ground.

                “Hey, mom,” Ruby said. “It’s me. You probably don’t recognize me, and that’s okay. Things have gotten pretty wild lately,” She scratched the back of her head, looking on awkwardly as she worked up her confessions. “Man, where I do even begin? Um… Basically, there was this tree, and it messed with us, and eventually well, here we are. I’m a lot taller now, and I’m a queen. It’s pretty cool, though it isn’t easy! Not at all! We had to do some slightly messed up things, but I think it was worth it.

                “So anyways, we’ve all been doing good. If you think I’m looking wild, you should see Yang. She’s kinda like a dragon now! While I’m still organizing everyone’s ranks and stuff, I did decide right away that Yang will be The Hand of The Queen. She’s super tough now, and absolutely gorgeous. That way she sucks my cock is just so…” Ruby cleared her throat, a striking wind blasting through the fields. All the lush grass swayed in the wind, a few autumn leaves parted from branches to dance in the dimming golden light. The smog above grew darker still, spinning around in the air as the fumes came out more and more, progressing above in the sky like a blanket over the world.

                The Queen moved her feet slightly, her claws tapping into the dirt. “And I’ve met so many people, and I’m even getting married. I’m a queen, so naturally, I need a wife. Weiss seemed a good pick since she knows more about this rich girl stuff than me, also she really is loving, caring, and easily the best mate out of anyone. Oh, anyways, I should get going! I need to organize just a few more things! Wish me luck!” Ruby started to back away, turning to see a few guards with her, a few of them idly stroking each other’s members. Ruby shook her head and turned back to the grave. “Wish me luck.”

…

                “This is Lisa Lavender, coming to you live with… what very well may be Vale News Network’s… last broadcast… I am inside the CCTS Tower along with multiple other survivors… the Atlas military who were guarding the Vytal tournament have been devastated. A great tragedy has befallen us as airships have collided into the earth, and the remaining forces are scrambling to counter attack and rescue survivors! To anyone out there watching, be warned. Some strange new breed of Grimm has come. A hybrid between human and Grimm, and their capabilities are devastating.” Lisa Lavender, face of the daily VNN news broadcast, tried her best to remain calm as she stared into the camera, her face dirty with soot from raging fires, her black suit torn and ripped, a tapestry of her survival against claw and fang. “Those who have not already evacuated are either holed up inside this tower, or worse yet have joined the monsters swarming our streets… I am speaking to you now not to beg for assistance, but to let the rest of the world know what is happening here today…”

                Taking in a deep breath, Lisa searched for the resolve to continue to speak, before her yellow eyes went wide with fear as pained shouts and beastial roars began to fill the halls right outside the doors of the studio.

                “They climbed the shaft! They just climbed the damn sha- Augh! No please!” A voice shouted from beyond the doors, before muffled gurgles and lewd moans began to punctuate the air, the poor sod on guard duty apparently meeting a sticky end.

                “Oh n-no… please no… not like this…” Lisa whispered beneath her breath, watching the doors creak and groan as something began to bang on them, cracks and warps appearing before the doors exploded off the hinges, chunks flying everywhere as Ruby strolled in, her claws clacking against the floor as she approached the petrified woman and her camera crew.

                “Is it live?” The Queen of the Grimm asked, eyes of silver and red burning a hole in Lisa with her stare as she idly pointed over to the camera.

                “I-I… I…” Lisa stammered out, her composure shaken by the armored Ruby, the woman’s presence alone imposing, not even factoring in her appearance. She stood a few heads taller and carried with her an aura. She was bathed in the stench of breeding and soot. Lisa tried to eye around for an escape but her brain instinctively backed her into a corner. There was no escape, Ruby was a wall, a pure predator. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream-

                “I asked you a question!” The first of the fallen huntresses barked, fangs bared as she had enough of people cowering in her presence tonight now that those who would put up a fight had slinked away with their tails… literal in some cases… between their legs.

                “Yes, it’s on! It’s on!” Lisa quickly yelled, stumbling backwards and taking an ungraceful fall from her chair and desk onto her ass as Ruby closed in on her, a muffled yelp leaving the reporter’s mouth as it was put to much better use warming one of Ruby’s thick twin cocks. Ruby only had to do the slightest of pushes, just let the tip of her cock press against her lips, and the reporter opened her mouth like any common whore. One taste of The Queen’s pre, and she was warmed in an instant. All that cold fear instantly vanished as she was soothed by the alluring lust of surrender. She suckled Ruby’s red cock like a pacifier, her eyelids growing heavy as she nursed the prick. Ruby snickered, turning her beaming eyes to the camera.

                “Not bad for my first televised appearance,” Ruby said, quietly cracking her neck. “I am Ruby Rose, Queen of The Grimm, and the vassal through which the will of The Grimm Tree shall spread. I was, and still am to some degree, just like you are now. Innocence is a charming thing, isn’t it? So pure, unaware. You all pray for money, fame, power… You should know that I learned the hard way, the greatest blessing of all is naivety. Hehehe… All attempts to stop what has started will result in demise. Nothing more need burn, but should you decide to continue to be naive, I will rob it from you. I’ll burn your homes, I’ll turn you all into beasts. I’ll snatch away your naivety, your purity. You’ll be a rabid beast, happily humping daughters, mothers, or strangers with the same lack of restraint. When you look in the mirror, you will see this~” Ruby said, grabbing both of her cocks and presenting to the screen. Lisa followed the cock into frame of the camera, her head already tipped with little cat ears, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Corruption. This is what will fill the void your childishness leaves. Pure corruption. You have been warned. If anyone wishes to submit themselves, feel free, trust me, things are amazing like this~ Otherwise, well, we’ll be in touch later. For now, well I hate to do it to you all, but you’re in the dark. Bye~”

                Shoving her dick back into Lisa’s hungry maw, Ruby’s tail wasted no time in striking forward, the camera feed turning to static as her stinger smashed circuits and metal to pieces. Ruby cooed,  flickering flames leaving the Queen’s lips as she enjoyed the oral worship of the latest convert.

                “Alright ladies, rip and tear this place up! Weiss told me this stops working for everyone if even one breaks, and I want me a new tower for the castle… gotta get that lofty view for my wife to enjoy~” The corrupted monarch of a new age commanded, her words ending with a delighted giggle, the soldiers she had brought along with her wasting no time in heading her commands… computers, data-banks, servers, wires… all of it was torn apart in a frenzy of destruction, the eviction crew clearing the place out for their queen to claim. Scrolls ceased to function, panicked emails between long distance friends asking what was going on vanishing into a draining digital sea, ships upon the waves losing contact with their ports… humanity’s crowning communication achievement rendered useless by the toppling of a single tower, the nations becoming cut off from one another in mere moments in what took years to build…

                In one fell swoop, the world has been changed yet again by Ruby’s Grim Empire.

                With the fall of global communications, the map of the world was rewritten with the ink of an era of darkness. The Kingdom of Vale was swallowed and sundered by the forces of the Grim. From the capital of this wretched empire, the corrupting smog flowed from the Grimm Tree, tainting all the land it had touched. Months of chaos gripped the countryside as fleeing refugees, Atlesian army remnants, and even White Fang splinter cells scattered before the hordes. Flickers of resistance groups and survivors were like the glow of candles against the darkness, a fading hope that merely turned into stubborn thorns in the side of the forces of the Grimm… and eventually just sport for hunting games organized by Pyrrha, the head of the guards who fancied herself quite the huntress. Where Vale had once stood, now there was only the lands of the Dunerde empire.

                For the lands of Mistral, none who lived outside of its borders knew what events passed during the years, as all outside contact was cut off, and few dared attempt to try to enter the country for fear of being killed by whoever now controlled its borders. Rumors aplenty were always quick to leave the lips of those who dabbled in such useless gossip, but nothing could be confirmed… at least… by human efforts anyway. They say that now, Ruby has ears all over the world. Spy rings of Mimics from Dunerde, with their ears to the ground, gathering all they could in not only Mistral… but in Vacuo as well, the unfortunate landlocked neighbor of Dunerde. Every worthless little whisper, said in jest or said with intent, would soon reach back to the people the gossipers feared most. Indeed, the empire had the world under their thumb.

                It could have been an easy conquest considering the weakened state of Mistral, and their flimsy Council government never came, and many are surprised that Dunerde’s forces have not yet swept through the nation to annex it. Only very few are truly aware that the Council has been buying time, bargaining and even bribing the Empress of the Grimm to try and be in her favor the day she finally cements her ironclad grip upon her homeland, and unleashes her vast hordes upon the rest of the world. Unfortunately for the Faunus population who experienced little discrimination in the lands of Vacuo, most Faunus are now surrounded by rabid paranoia of those who fear of anyone with a tail and ears possibly being Grimm spies, causing a return to an era once thought to have been buried in the past… Racial tensions mount by the day, angry mobs led by hysterical mad men and women are now nearly a common site, the bloodthirsty crowds chasing down Faunus who are unfortunate enough to strike any resemblance of the Grimmbred who spread their infection and serve a darker purpose. Of course, this has only sewn dissent, some Vacuoan Faunus being driven right into the arms of the secretive Grimm cults led by Dunerde missionaries. In dark chambers known only by the tormented Faunus, darker creatures play on their anger, fueling it until it can be refined into a potent vigor to serve and to reclaim. Eye for an eye will be their battle cry as darkness black and bitter as a Grimm’s blood soaks into their heart.

                As for Atlas, far to the North? The lives of the citizenry have regressed to how it was during the days of the Great War… if not worse. Rampant military expansion fuels dangerous research and unchecked industrial expansion. Paranoia grips the hearts of citizens both low and high, and secret police organizations fight a shadow war against Dunerde agents that keep somehow slipping into the frozen fortress of a nation. Desperate times are felt by all walks of life, from the poor and downtrodden, to the Schnee dust company reeling from the loss of both Weiss and Winter to the forces of Dunerde. General Ironwood alone was made to shoulder the shame of the Altesian Army’s sheer embarrassment at the hands of Ruby’s growing forces, and yet… the Council dare not think of removing him from command, lest they lose the one man who has the first hand battle experience against what can only be seen as humanity’s greatest foe. Not even the cold has stopped the dark tendrils of Ruby’s empire from worming through the cracks in the proverbial ice, as the downtrodden and abused dregs of Atlesian society have proven the most willing to listen to the dark gospel of her agents, and Cinder Fall still possesses a deadly trap to punish the surge of robotic legions being churned out by the hundreds to replace the casualties of the Collapse of Vale.

                A world lies in peril, and nothing was left untouched by the rise of darkness. There are still shimmers of light, surely. But, one would be mistaken to think that light shall prevail. How oft the metaphor is spun. “Where there is light there is hope!” Light shines through the window of the cell for the prisoner due to be executed. Slivers of lie break through cracks in the darkest of caves, but that does not make the cave any brighter. Make no mistake, this is the era of darkness.

No longer may the sun shine, we fear not this fate.

Or ought my life be divine, I am ripe to take.

Bring on the darkness, let it consume.

Midnight shall harken, night shall bloom.

My soul is yours, o Grimm.

So I swear.

…

                The hymn was a fine sentiment, Ruby had figured. It was penned by some convert so overwhelmed with passion for the founding of the empire that just had to put their minds to crafting such a bleak little anthem. At first, Ruby was fairly into it, and had even fancied the little scribe and thought they had at least earned a chance to suckle at the royal cock. However, as more and more of the commoners have taken to it and started to chant it in the streets, before meals, after meals, before fucking, etc… It was becoming a tad boring.

                It was just another thing that had lost its grandeur when made repetitious. Ruling was playing a toll on Ruby’s mind as she found herself working hard to keep the gears of her state moving along. It was ironic, at least she figured it was, that once all the chaos of her uprising was over with and all the gears of humanity were clogged, she now was tasked with the duty of keeping her very own machine running. She looked over her throne room, looking upon the room that was once Ozpin’s office. All of the gears that adorned the walls were covered by growing vines and leaves that extended out from The Grimm Tree. All was quiet.

“My Queen!” A guard spoke from the door. “Your sister and The Mistress of The Guards request your audience.”

“Pfft, they needn’t request my audience. They may come in whenever they will,” Ruby said, slowly turning away from her state of thought to look down upon the guard. She stood near the edge of the room, slowly returning to her throne. Such a seat for a queen was made by the massive slimy body of Glynda, who happily took on the role. The Witch of The Night supported Ruby’s demonic body well, a mighty pedestal of purple slime as deep as the night.

Ruby hadn’t a moment to grow used to her seat, for as soon as she was sat a figure climbed atop her lap. Who else would it have been but Ruby’s adoring wife, her bright eyes adoring and lovely. Weiss laid upon Ruby’s form, wagging her tails and exposing her swollen belly, eagerly awaiting the adoring pets from her lovely. Ruby found it hard to deny her little princess all the pats she deserved and began to pet her. Weiss’s tongue hung out from the side of her mouth.

Through the massive doors came the two appointed to meet. Strong as ever, Pyrrha had obtained a reputation for being rather brutal. Her mighty hooves beat against the floor as she walked. Even when moving softly, every step sounded strong enough to brutally crush a skull. Pyrrha grinned at the sight of Ruby, the merciless Mistress of The Guards bowing humbly to her superior. Yang emerged only a moment after Pyrrha, somewhat dwarfing the tall minotaur by just the massive length of her draconic lower body. Yang, The Hand of The Queen, always loyally worked with Ruby to make sure her acts are done, though she had built up her own reputation for often leading expeditions and silencing rebels wherever they be found. She did a much less straightforward bow, purposefully making sure her breasts bobbed dramatically, and even stuck out her forked tongue at her sister playfully, her golden locks with streaks of pink bouncing too as she did so.

“You may rise.” Ruby said, her head lifted from her body as the dullahan allowed for it to be lifted ever higher by her throne away from her body. After all, she’d never want for Weiss’s form to distract the two from their orders. Her lower body kept on petting Weiss as Glynda reshaped her body to make Ruby’s ascent smooth, arms of slime emerging to gesture for the queen.

“A tragic day, our Queen has been beheaded,” Yang quipped, already finding her joke satisfactory enough for her to smile.

“A shame. I worked so hard for this kingdom too.” Ruby rolled her eyes, somehow still finding a little urge to grin and humor Yang’s humor. “Though I will ask you to take what else I say much more seriously. I have a very important task for you two to perform.”

The two nodded. A powerful duo they were, perhaps some of the strongest that Ruby knew. They had both grown accustomed to their new forms fairly quickly. When they weren’t busy pleasing their own libidos with pets and visits to the corrupt cults eager to be transformed, they were dazzling warriors who could slay and overpower. They were both entirely brutal, slaying foes and corrupting whoever they pleased with the utmost of ease. Elite hunters and numerous rebellions met their ends by Yang and Pyrrha’s tireless brutality. They were just what Ruby needed.

“While you two have both done well finding and rooting out our foes, there is always more work to be done. I’ve received reports that a few notable enemies have survived our attacks. They lurk in a village that has been combed through a few times. However, our lack of diligence has allowed for it to become a notable hiding spot for resistance and refugees.” Ruby says. All as she speaks, her body continues to pet and please Weiss, keeping her mind occupied and unfocused on all these politics. She need only concern herself with her heirs being healthy and fine, and that Ruby can still serve and shoulder the weight of an ever so heavy crown of black twisted thorns. “Years ago I was merciful, perhaps even naive. However, those days are long gone, and I grow angrier at my past self with each passing night. We must make sure that there are no chances for our foes to ever rise again. Crush the camp, corrupt anyone you can get your hands on, and have them spill any information that can be learned. I shall have the believed location shown to you, and while you’re out, you can give Zwei a little walk~ She’s been growing restless again.”

Yang smiled at the notion and nodded. “Sure thing, sis. Wipe this mistake from your memory…” Yang cracks her knuckles, her abs bulging as she did so. “It is already corrected~”

…

The First Hunt

                They had been running for a very long time. Those who were there when The Grimm Tree corrupted the air were lucky enough to have been guided back by the rescue team, or have gotten their hands on gas masks from the fallen. It was difficult to move around in the wilds as more and more Grimm and Grimm Corrupted roamed and hunted.

May remembered watching the rest of her team get turned. Brawn, Roy, Nolan… Was it bad of her to recall their changing forms and think it was oddly… alluring? Was it bad that she had nightmares, ones where she woke up with her fingers deep inside herself, where they find her and tell her how long they’ve waited for her to join them?

She only ever told one the story. He was corrupted last time they had to retreat, but he said that it was a psychological effect. Being so close to The Grimm Tree, even when one does not breathe in the corrupting gas, still had intense effects. She’d likely have that empty, needy feeling for the rest of her days unless the tree was destroyed.

It was late in the day, the sunset blotted out by the clouds of dark smoggy corruption that rolled through the sky like the Grimm’s very own airships. A whole fleet of world ruining clouds rolled across the bleak sky, peeks of orange bleeding past the thick clouds at the outskirts. May moved amongst the abandoned buildings, bringing the firewood to the town center. There she saw Militia and Melania working on dinner. They had a gutted dozen fish ready to be cooked, and dozens of cans of soup to be opened. The twins had become less prissy with each day, more willing to actively help with the survival. May was proud of them in a way, even though she had only known them for so long.

Zipping through into the camp, Neon rode on her skates. “Heya guys! I found some fruit,” She said, holding her basket out. One of the camp leaders came over from the buildings, taking one in his hand to examine it. He let out a low sigh, ripping the apple open. A black worm burst from the fruit, spilling onto the floor and squirming towards Neon. The man bashed his boot against the worm.

“Another corrupt tree…” He muttered. “We’re out of range of the smog, and yet the roots of that damned tree spreads even as far out as here.”

“So…” Neon sighed. “We’re still stuck with canned junk?”

“And whatever we find that is not corrupted,” He nodded, giving Katt a pat on the head. “You’re doing excellent, I assure. You must not lose hope. All the same, we have stayed at this very village for too long. We must move on soon…”

May had figured the very same thing. The abandoned village was a popular location for survivors to traverse through, to rest at until a group’s strength was back to normal. However, it had been used for too long by them. The only way to escape was to keep moving, to keep their profile low. May knew from all the campfire tales, from her own experiences as well, that the dark hunters were tireless and would find them soon.

Locations were becoming slim, however. Sooner or later, they’d hit terrain that’d slow them too greatly. Or they’d be discovered by a force too fast to outrun any longer. The only thing they knew for sure was that they could no longer hide in the village.

Something sounded off in the distance. Everyone paused and looked off. The sound grew nearer and nearer. It sounded like… barking.

“A dog?” Neon asked. “That just sounds like a little dog.”

“Careful…” May said, not sure what was going to happen. The barking stopped for a moment. Everyone stayed alert, waiting for a sign of something. When nothing happened, they turned to each other, not sure what to say. That was, until the man in charge of the camp started to laugh. He laughed and laughed, his body splitting open into two maws, grey flesh expanding out, revealing his clothes was always just an illusion. What was once a man who spoke wisdom and sought to guide the camp to safety was all at once revealed to be a mimic. The mimic rushed forward to grab May, only to be stopped by Neon rushing forward, tackling the beast away.

A rush of adrenaline shot through May. Her limbs felt numb. Her mind was on fire. She fell back on muscle memory, running back to one the buildings and climbing up to the second story, and then higher up to the roof. I’m not running, I’m getting ready to fight, She told herself over and over in her head, aiming her rifle down.

Through the eye of her scope, she watched as it all unfolded, like a cruelly designed picture book.

First, a rush of Grimm came forward like a drowning wave. Each of them were clearly the corrupted sort, with needy forms. They took whatever it was they desired. A larger, insectile one, came crawling forward, carrying a sprout on her back. It was a meager little bud, but it started to emit the lustful smog that consumed so many. One of the survivors who was not prepared for this assault took one whif and fell. He ripped his shirt open, just as two plump tits grew from his chest. Two mouse ears erupted from his head. His slimmer waist slipped from his pants, and his wider hips and plumper rear made for a great soil for her new rat tail to erupt from.

Dozens of others were just as unlucky. A girl held her shirt to her mouth, stopping the fog from invading her. A Grimm rushed at her and plied her hands away. One breathe, and she was on her knees, suckling at the Grimm’s cock, eager to please as her own tits became large enough to properly serve the monstrous member.

May’s cheeks blushed. Her mind felt so heavy. She could’ve saved them, at least one, but her hand just wouldn’t move. She just kept moving the crosshairs around, darting through the field of battle with nervousness. All her training, all of her ability, and in that moment it was so rusted, her mind so confused and anxious, that she didn’t fire so much as a warning shot.

Amongst the herds of the oncoming storm, two of the corrupted were apparent as the leaders. A tall dragoness with a serpentine lower body, full blonde hair with streaks of pink, abs aplenty and tits like mountains. Yang was dealing with them personally. And on her side, rushing forward straight into the camp, with her hooves cleaving into the dirt, shattering the earth, was none other than Pyrrha. Once, they were both huntresses of great promise, challengers of Beacon who would have made compelling rivals to May. Now, they were champions of corruption, and her greatest and wettest of nightmares.

Neon was so caught up in the aura of these two huntresses of darkness, she didn’t notice that creature running up to her. May flinched, taking aim and firing, her pink bullet missing by a mile, and doing nothing to disway the monster running after Neon. It was a short dog girl, about three feet tall, with black and white fur. Neon saw it and ran away, trying to out distant it. Neon was chased all the way up a tree, the girl staring down as the dog kept on barking, rubbing herself awkwardly against the tree, as if she was not used to standing on both legs.

A moment of respite came. Until a mighty hit, and then another toppled the tree. Katt fell for a moment, until she was caught by something soft. She lifted her face up, only to be staring Yang straight in the eyes. Yang wrapped her arms tightly around her prey, keeping Neon tightly knit in her grasp, her face shoved straight back down into that ocean of breasts. “Good dog, Zwei~” Yang said to the imp-ish dog girl running around. “You found us a cute little cat~”

“No…” May muttered, aiming her rifle dead on Yang’s head. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind just long enough to squeeze the trigger. The mist of corruption was rising. She knew if she didn’t do it now, she would lose the ability to forever. Would a shot even hurt Yang? Would it have any effect at all?

Yang’s mighty claws ripped through Neon’s clothes with little issue, exposing the girl for all that she was. The look of fear, and acceptance, was all that the huntress clearly desired. Neon spread her legs as the mist clouded her mind, spreading her slit across the tip of Yang’s monstrous dragon length.

That long serpentine body was wrapped tight around Katt, squeezing at her to make little sounds come out of her. Yang skillfully slid herself around before plowing forward with all her might, her abs flexing back and then bulging forward. Neon moaned out, her sound piercing through the cacophony of mayhem. All around her, the fallen shed away their humanity to become a part of something greater. Tits grew, asses jiggled, it was an attack that steadily gave way to the most steamy of orgies. And at that moment in all the chaos, Neon was the centerpiece.

Every thrust drove her deeper into the chaos, Yang’s pre starting to slobber inside her. Neon squinted as two cat ears grew out from the top of her head, following by two antenna right behind them. They swayed around with the thrusting, the tips of the odd appendages glowing like bright LEDs, constantly swapping across every color of the rainbow in bright playful hues. Neon moaned in pure pleasure, her lips thickening as she did so. “Y-yesss~ Ruin me~ Harder! Haaaarder!”

Cries for pleasure only egged Yang further on to go even harder. The dragoness swung around and pinned Neon into the ground, taking her from a new angle. Neon’s ass stuck out straight in the air, her rainbow colored tail growing longer and longer. Her legs and arms grew out thick tufts of fur colored like a dazzling rainbow, her natural fur taking on the appearance of raver’s gear.  As Yang came into her, Neon’s tits swelled, as if all that cum getting pumped inside was going straight to her tits, which caught up in size to Yang’s own famous pair. Yang tugged on Neon’s tail, grabbing the little nub starting to sprout right next to it. Her second tail~

And to top it all off, Neon sprouted a cock between her legs, one that changed colors just like her bright antenna did. It sprayed a jet of cum across the floor of the camp that glowed just the same. Yang dragged her finger against the sizeable puddle and chuckled as she licked it. “Strawberries,” She laughed.

May flinched. It was all her fault… Even one shot might had angered Yang enough to leave Neon alone. May yelled, aiming her rifle and squeezing the trigger. The shot was useless, for as soon as she fired, the house was torn down around her. She screamed, falling through the collapsing floor to be merged into the rubble. She fought her way out, only for her first arm to punch through the debris to be grabbed by a much mightier arm. Her eyes locked with Pyrrha’s the minotauress plucking May from the rubble like a carrot.

“You sure took your time preparing that shot,” Pyrrha said, a sinister smile on the face of a girl who once advertised cereal for a side gig. One of the huntresses all aspired to be like, Pyrrha was now a very similar role model for all that was sinister. “Its okay to admit you adored watching it. Corruption is an incredible sight to witness. I was scared once upon a time as well, but then, you just learn to love it~” She explained, the snakes in her hair biting at May’s clothing, tearing it all away. “That’s why you didn’t shoot it. You musssst love it~ You just need to learn to accept it.”

Pyrrha placed May down on her knees, the girl having to stand even just a little to be eye level with Pyrrha’s twin horse cocks. She knew what was expected of her. It was in that exact moment, that May surrendered. “F-fuck everyone!” She screamed, grabbing Pyrrha’s twin dicks and slapping them against her face, one for each cheek. A splash of cum squirted from each dick across her face. “F-f-fuck the world! Fuck being human! Just fuck it all!” And she opened her mouth and let a cock in. She sucked on it hungrily, needily taking her invitation to monster-hood. As the pre slid down her throat, she felt all her worries waving good-bye.

The first cock popped in her mouth, filling her with a corruptive load, and just as soon May moved over to the second one. Pyrrha smiled down at her, petting her head eagerly as the little slut worked. May’s hair changed colors from her bleak faint red, to a vibrant, gorgeous pink. Her hair grew longer, curlier, covering over the same eye that was once covered by her beanie. The very same beanie no longer covered any of her head as it was lifted up by one of the two bright cyan antlers growing from her head. She moaned, letting the second cock cum down her throat.

Her stomach became more toned, her legs shapely as fur sprouted over them and her feet were turned into hooves. Her pink fur was dotted with doe spots in the shape of white hearts. They grew quicker and quicker, her chest growing a cup size larger. At last, the reindeer girl sprouted her two wings, and a cute little doe tail. She stood nervously, walking awkwardly on her new hooves, holding her hand to her head.

A man sat just a few inches away. “M-May!” He shouted. “Don’t do this! You have to fight it!”

May started to walk towards him awkwardly, her every step calculated to be as slutty as possible. She moved like a runway model, like the proudest, bubbliest whore on the street. Every other step was a little skip. She swayed unevenly, still woozy from all that happened to her. She grunted and grit her teeth, trying to stabilize herself.

“That’s it!” He yelled. “Keep fighting it! Don’t let it control you! You can beat it-” His mouth was muffled by her cunt being shoved down hard against his open mouth. May opened her eyes, her big pink heart eyes staring down at him, her heart shaped nipples hard, her abs toned.

“You’re right, I feel soooo much better~” She laughed. As soon as she looked at him, his whole body went numb, arms falling to the side. Even when his knees went limp, he still was stood up, supported by her crotch. He tried to part away, but his lips were glued to her, and the line between his face and her form was thinning. “I need to thank you, for taking care of me while I was human,” She said, petting him soothingly. He tried to scream, his calls muffled by his situation. “I promise to always take care of you~ And make you feel nice~” She watched as he slipped further up into her. Her tits swelled, her hips widened. She laughed, watching the former human twist and reform.

And at last, he was gone, and in his place was a fat equine prick, dark chocolate in coloration. The cherub deer laughed again, falling onto her bubbly rear to lean forward and kiss the wide tip of her equine cock. “Good boy~” She cooed. “We’ll be lovers forever now,” She hugged her own cock, giggling in her little world. Finally, she could accept corruption as her love. She scanned around the camp, wondering who exactly was left.

Sure enough, the Malachite Twins were still trying to hold together for some reason. Oh well, May knew how to make them stop fighting. She just stood up, made a little heart, and blasted a bolt of her love magic. They kissed the first thing they saw, which was each other, and soon enough they were captured. Yang had everyone stay away from them. “I want to have fun with these two. For now, let’s head back and report. All the new corrupts, we can show you to the chapel and have you welcomed and assigned roles~”

All together, attackers and attacked, they walked out of the camp as one big unit. On their way out, Pyrrha grit her hooves into their campfire, snuffing out the flame.

…

The streets outside the palace were rampant with celebration. Always a party or festivity happening around the ruined city that was once Vale. Nowadays, most called the capital of Dunerde by the name of Eclipse, for what the corrupt-kind have done to humanity. It was a better name than Vale, that was for certain.

Ruby moved amongst her people, all of them bowing as soon as they recognized their queen. Ruby’s guards stayed by her side. Among the guards was Coco and Velvet, who stayed closest to Ruby as she walked amongst the streets. Coco the chimera walked proud and tall, her right shoulder adorned with a dragon head, her left with that of a squid. Her hair ended in two long natural tendrils. Flames surrounded her ankles and wrists with a bright orange light that grew in intensity at times. As for Velvet, she was much more demonic, with dark pools with glowing orange in the center for eyes, succubus wings, and slimey arms that could extend at a moment’s notice. The bunny demoness chuckles to herself light. “It’s hard to believe this used to be a normal city,” Velvet thought aloud.

“Few are lucky to have thoughts such as you,” Ruby said. “Their minds are crushed by the smog, overwritten by lust, and destroyed by their own wills to be broken.”

“I was always pretty bright,” Velvet snickered. “Even as a huge bunny slut now, I can still tell this new world is an exciting and strange one.”

Velvet bent over, letting Coco slid her cock inside her as rough as she pleased. Ruby paused, letting the two work out their lusts. Ruby knew even now Coco was hyper focused on protecting her queen, in fact it was probably for the best Coco expelled her lusts now so she’d be more focused as they kept roaming the streets.

A few walked up to Ruby to pay her praise. Some wore robes showing that they were loyalists of The Grimm Tree from Penny’s Temple. Others were miscellaneous monster girls who wished to pay their queen heed. One of them was an author who had been given the privilege of manning Vale’s printing press. Ruby was given one of the early copies of the new gazette that had been established.

Grimm Queen Corrupts all, How to Pay Proper Tribute, Horse Cock Worship Day Proposed, Cheapest Whores in Eclipse, etc and etc. Every article paid worship to Ruby in some way, and all of them were deeply tinted, nay, stained in her brand of corruption. She approved deeply of it. “This is the exact thing our people will need~” She said, giving the author a kiss on the forehead. She came on contact and rushed away.

“I’ll keep writing!” She screamed, her raccoon tail wagging as she plunged gleefully back into her press.

The group continued to move on through town, keeping their tour ongoing. Ruby knew it would be her task to manage this city as the days passed. While she had countless assistants and loyal friends, it would be on her to decide every single detail. For a second, she let herself feel nervous. It all sank in, and she had a moment without clarity. “I think I’ll pay a visit to the tree today,” Ruby said, turning from her path towards the temple.

“Yes, mam,” Coco said. “And of the task you gave us?”

“Neo will meet you at the location. Be prepared.” Ruby said, her voice faltering for a moment. She cleared her throat and rose higher. “I expect great things from you.”

                …

                This was going to be the first major blow delt against The Grimm. That, was what Team NDGO was told when they were sent in. In their briefing, they were told they had discovered a weak point on the Grimm Tree’s roots that stretched out into the desert. It did not make it far due to the warm weather, and was not able to grow completely. Meaning that the tree was vulnerable to an injection at that site.

                Octavia, Gwen, Dew, and Nebula all landed at the site, dropped off by an airship that zoomed away as soon as they were left off. The squad moved cautiously through the shifty sands, careful to see if there were any Grimm near their site. So far, they were lucky. This location wasn’t guarded due to the lack of fortifications. Ruby had only recently taken over, and was still preparing her plans to expand her kingdom. No doubt, if they had waited even another week, there would be a fort built right along the cavern where the root hid, filled to the brim with Ruby’s devoted.

                “This is the place,” Octavia said, noticing the container was right where command said it’d be planted. Nebula nodded, rushing ahead to open the steel box. Inside was a thick syringe that extended out a handle with a trigger, the needle shimmering in the desert sun.

                “We need to be on our guard,” Nebula said, closing the case and taking it into her care. “We are one of the last functioning squads of hunters or huntresses in all the land. Capable fighters such as ourselves are far more valuable than any mission, even of this caliber,” Nebula stood tall and proud, smiling back at her team. “We must succeed. We will fight, we will win, and we will make it home to fight again.”

                The team clapped and nodded. Gwen seemed a tad nervous, but Dew was cocksure, nodding along with Nebula’s speech. They knew it for a fact, however, that this would not be the mission that claims them. This opportunity was too incredible to let pass by. They would fight, win, and soon enough to be sent on another mission to keep fighting back at Ruby’s kingdom. Today was the day humanity fought back.

                Desert dunes made for tiring walking. A shame they could not be dropped off any closer to the cavern, but it was the best that the pilot could do. All four of the girls were a sweaty mess. They still stood best they could, and the pace they moved at was reliable, but Nebula knew her team well. They needed to rest.

                But ahead was the very thing they came for. Right next to a little oasis of water and trees, was the entrance to a cavern. It was a wet, blue sight in the middle of a dark barren desert. The sun was setting off in the distance, the warmth of the day still present, but the foreboding chill of night starting to seep in. The four girls raced to the oasis and took a moment to rest, drinking from the water once it was assured to be safe.

                With just a little rest, everyone was ready to keep going on. Nebula was proud as ever of her team for being so strong. They entered the cave, not noticing the odd pink slime dripping from the ceiling until a bit got caught on Nebula. She wiped it off, letting out a little disgusted sound. “Eck. Keep going, just some gross stuff…”

                The four girls kept walking forward with Nebula taking the lead and Dew handling the back. Water rushed forward through the cave, a current eager to meet with the oasis just outside. The water pushed at their feet, and then at their knees. The further they went, the higher the water became. A fear started to rise that they might not make it to the Grimm roots, but they had to keep faith. “Just keep moving!” Nebula assured them in her steadfast voice. “We will make it, I promise! And when we do, humanity strikes back!”

                Laughter, low and whispery, echoed through the narrow cavern. The four all stood at end, raising their weapons. “W-who is that?!” Dew yelled out. Octavia and Gwen pushed their backs together. Nebula pushed forward, holding herself tall.

                Nothing. Not another single sound.

                Despite it, they all decided to stay strong and keep moving. They chalked it up as a delusion. “It’s nothing,” Nebula assured them. “Just our nerves,” Then the laugh started again. And still, they could not find the source.

                Further down the path, the water was up to their chests, but they found dry land off to the side. They pulled themselves out from the water, thinking that they had finally found their way to the root. All they saw, however, was a big empty central chamber to the watery cave, illuminated by deposits of turquoise gems and crystals sticking out from the wet cavern walls.

                “We must have missed something!” Nebula said before her party even had a moment to panic. The laughter grew louder. “Don’t worry! We just need to go back into the water and-”

                “AHAHAHA!!!” The laughter was deafening.

                “Show yourself!” Nebula said, pointing her sword around, swinging the case wildly. “Whoever you are, we will defeat you-” Her speech was interrupted when the briefcase erupted a jet of slime that threw Nebula down to the floor and ate away at her clothes.

                “Sorry~” Suddenly, Velvet appeared from seemingly thin air. “I know it’s rude to laugh, but you guys really are hopeless~” She snapped her fingers, and Coco erupted from a summoning circle on the ground. Raven appeared from a similar portal, emerging from the shadows of the room, the draconic woman roaring forward to snatch at the first huntress she could grab.

                Nebula fought against her slimy prison, trying to crane her head out from the slime as it started to reform into the familiar shape of Neo, the slime. “You invaded the syringe!” Nebula roared. “That was our only chance!”

                Neo held her hand to her mouth, forming an arm just to do so, containing her laughter. Velvet shook her head, pushing Gwen against a wall and ripping her clothing apart. “Darling, you really should know. You never actually stood a chance,”

                “You’re lying!” Nebula said, suddenly a thick tendril of slime stuck down her throat. She bit through it, the slime reacting by jolting down her gut. She could feel it writhing inside her, spreading through her visibly. “W-we were sent to attack the root! We were going to save everyone…”

                “You were sacrifices!” Velvet laughed.

                Coco nodded. She had Dew bent over, already starting to chance as Coco’s cock rammed into her. “Our queen took you four as tributes. In exchange, we leave your pitiful home alone a bit longer. There is no root here. Your syringe always had some of Neo inside of it so we could track and trap you. We waited in this cave just for you four.”

                “No…” Nebula tried to argue, but in that moment, the slime inside her spread the rest of the way to her mind. A little bit of pink slime slid out of her eyes. In her most hopeless moment, the power of Grimm took root in her, as it did in everyone else, except for Octavia, who still evaded the capture of the monster girls.

                All that hopelessness, that despair, it turned the slime inside Nebula black. Soon, it was running out of her body in long thick globs. A moment came when she realized that she was producing it herself! Neo released Nebula, letting her free from her pink slimy cage. “It feels so weird…” Nebula said, finding it difficult to think. She fell forward onto her arms and legs, feeling strange as her legs morphed, becoming armored and strange. Another set of legs grew out just the same, that odd red armor covering it. The black goo kept sprouting from her, wrapping around her body rapidly, hardening over and then turning into goo again.

                Gills opened on her neck. The armor sprouted in tight strips over her waist then squeezed tight like a corset. Soon enough, her lower body was entirely crabbing, turning her into a Cancer. The dark goo wrapped around her body, teasing and tugging at her growing breasts and her ears that were sharpening out at the tips. Then, the goo settled, wrapping around her body to form a tight suit. An extra pair of arms sprouted beneath the original one, poking through the suit like bubbles, growing and growing until they were finished.

                Nebula stared down at herself in disbelief. She winced as she felt her cocks grow out. A dozen long tentacle cocks grew out that surrounded her slit, like the radiating arms of the sun. The anemone of cocks slid around, drooling the black goo. “T-this is me now…” Nebula muttered, staring down at herself with bright blue eyes. “Ahaha… I’m so… beautiful~”

                Gwen’s own form was rapidly changed as she was rutted by Velvet. Her body sprouted a translucent skirt that looked like the outer skin of a jellyfish. Her legs split apart, turning into eight long tendrils like an octopus’s. Blue eyes, gills sprouting on her neck, and then oddly enough, blue cat ears, and fur along her shoulders and arms. She was some sort of aquatic cat girl. She laughed, jerking off her aquatic cock, cumming as she realized how completely gone she was from humanity.

                Dew followed suit, cumming on the ground from Coco’s force. She roared, rolling onto her bag and flailing on the ground. Her breasts grew bigger and bigger. Her nipples jutted forward, thick rivets of milk rippled down from her needy nubs. As she moaned, her voice seemed to will her milk to rise, higher and higher. Her breasts kept growing as wings erupted from her back, her feet turned to hard scaly talons, and blue feathers sprouted up her shapely thighs. She started to giggle when form began to finish. Her body moved with a natural rhythm, just as another set of arms sprouted, her skin darkening. Hips swayed as she overtaken by the sultry song playing in her head.

                Octavia fell to her rear, trying to escape. A wall of milk rose. Dew’s hand was held high, forcing it in place. Octavia dodged it and ran to the water. Gwen dove in after her, latching onto her with her tendrils and dragged her back to the land. Dew smiled, jutting her cock against Octavia once and her aphrodisiac poison was inside her, rewiring her nerves to only desire.

                Nebula took the honor of corrupting her final human team member, sticking all of her bizzare tendril dicks inside her. “Join us now~” Nebula cooed. “Let’s be monsters together~”

                The team leader slip them in, and then out. Octavia moaned, so horny she could not deny the offer. But her form was changing, and she looked on at everyone else in confusion. But soon, her desires would no longer be held back. She could already feel the changes rushing through her. Her face stretched into a shark’s muzzle. She started to laugh, muttering as she looked Neo in the eyes. “Y-you, slime girl.”

                Neo looked back, tilting her head curiously.

                “You can absorb people, right?~”

                Neo nodded.

                “Do it to me~” Octavia laughed, feeling herself shuddering as she started to turn molten, her body glowing red. “I-I want to be slimed up~ Merged~ God when you wrapped up the commander, it was soooo fucking hot~ I’m sorry, but it just turned me on so hard~” Octavia howled, her slit clamping down right around Nebula’s cock. “So do it~ Make me a part of you.”

                Neo was all too happy to oblige. She stuck her own cock down Octavia’s mouth, all the while Nebula kept on thrusting her massive flower of cocks. The two monster girls kept thrusting against the rapidly turning one. More and more of Octavia started to turn to slime. Her face was eaten away by the pink ice cream slime, which rushed over her body. Neo leaned forward more and more, until every last bit of Nebula was swallowed into her. Neo roared, her own pussy now effectively Octavia’s, the slime girl just taking her place. Nebula came, filling Neo just as she sprouted her new slimey shark tail~

                The sacrifices followed the secret path out of the cave and began the trek back to the capital. “A shame Octavia didn’t want to stay with us~” Nebula laughed. “But it looks like she had fun~”

                “Oh, she’s still with us,” Velvet explained. “Neo takes people’s minds forever too. Not just their bodies.”

                Neo turned back and gave Nebula a wink, her twin shark cocks growing hard at the sight of her.

                And with that, the invasion of Vacuo would be delayed… for a time.

…

                Ruby sat in the vast halls of The Grim Tree’s chambers. The loyal worshippers roamed the room, carrying and tending to seeds, or cumming happily on some of the exposed roots. Penny stood happily by the base of the tree. Her large centipede body chittered against the floor. Her robotic upper body was still covered in flowers and vines, her lower insect body covered in just as many, if not more, but she now also had the symbol of Grimm stained into the front of her suit. “It is not like you, Ruby, to spend so much time by the tree. We know your loyalty is deep, and yet you’ve been with us for nearly a week.”

                “I needed a break,” Queen Ruby said, putting her hand gently to the dark trunk of the mighty tree. “Clarity has been coming back to me, slowly.”

                But in truth, she never felt so conflicted. Something about this whole scenario was bothering her. How long had she ruled? And what was her true goal? A kingdom of endless darkness could only be so enthralling for so long. One day, it would be so dark she could no longer see, and then what would she do? She looked down at her hand, not recognizing it as the massive paw it now was. She turned back to the tree, and then to Penny. “You’ve been a good friend, Penny. A most loyal servant.”

                “I was built to serve!” Penny laughed. “Sometimes, I wonder what my old creators would think of the new me. The Grimm Tree has remade me, and I honestly do not miss my old form at all. I was so weak, so limited. But now, I can do as I please, serve who I desire to serve.” Penny looked back at Ruby, smiling, some of the vines that grew across her face shuddering. “Don’t you agree, Ruby?”

                “You’re quite beautiful as you are now,” Ruby said, reaching forward to gently pat Penny’s head. “You needn’t worry about your old creators any longer. You’ve been remade in a much greater image.” Ruby said, looking away slowly to the tree as she spoke.

…

                “Easy! Easy! I’m made out of very fragile stuff!” Roman growled as he was pushed to his knees. His hands were bound, but at least his knees felt very nice on the carpet. “Jeez, you keep a man in prison for a year or two, and just now you decide to pluck me out? I understand being nervous to ask a guy out, but even with a handsome guy like me you just need to-”

                “Enough with your games,” The stern voice of James Ironwood was the very same Roman had feared meeting. He spent so long his prison, he fantasized how exactly his inevitable meeting would go down. Oh, he knew for a fact he’d be called upon. That’s just the kind of person Roman was. He was so useful, they’d either kill him or use him. And since he hadn’t been killed yet… “We require your assistance, and you will assist us, unless you’d prefer to be executed for your crimes. Even if the world hadn’t gone to hell like it has, we know for a fact your plans with Cinder Fall were to put us in a pretty similar situation. So you best cooperate.”

                “Ah, you have a whole presentation put together and everything, I definitely see why it took so long for you to take me out!” Roman said, secretly hoping his sarcasm would be acidic enough to burn a hole through the floor. And sure enough, it was! He fell through the broken floor, grabbed onto a parachute and- nope, he was still there on the floor without his hat staring at a heart broken man growing a very I’m-depressed-the-world-is-ending beard. “Alright, tell me what it is you want, and I’ll tell you if it is doable.”

                “We lost someone down there. Someone I want back,” James said, taking a deep breathe. “Penny. She was a special machine being built by Atlus to better humanity. However, we believe she was lost during the event. We searched for a long time, trying to discover what this storm of corruption could’ve done to her. She wasn’t flesh and blood, after all. As it turns out, she has been captured and placed in Beacon. It is the only information our scouts were able to discern. What we require from you is your knowledge. You were a smuggler and a thief. You must know Vale like the back of your hand. You are to take a specialist and sneak into Beacon, and find Penny. Once you find her, we’ll be able to deactivate her, and recover her.”

                “I’m not sure…” Roman said, hand on his chin. “What’s in it for me, then?”

                “We don’t kill you for being the most crooked bastard to ever rot in our cells,” Ironwood said. “As well, we shall pardon your crimes, and look the other way. We’ll put you on a whitelist, and allow you to do as you please. Penny is vital to the survival of mankind. We need her, and her combat data.”

                Roman took another moment to think on it. “I’m not sure-”

                Smack!

                Roman groaned, taking the hint as a sign to keep moving forward.

                He and Ciel, Ironwood’s specialist, were deep in the hidden tunnels of Beacon. The specialist was quite angry at Roman for standing still for no reason, it seemed. “Why did you pause?”

                “Sorry, was just remembering how my autobiography was going to end,” He groaned. He never should have went. Sure, rotting in jail sucked, and getting your head lopped off was objectively worse, but at the moment he wasn’t in the mood to be tossed back into the fray, completely outnumbered, and likely outwitted. “Cinder used to work with me, so it’s likely this secret is now well known,” He said as they neared the end of their passage.

                The door opened to a hall a fair deal below the school in the chambers that Ozpin liked to keep secret. Roman wondered whatever happened to the guy since no big titted monster girls had ever claimed to be him. The pair moved amongst the shadows, disguised the darkness among the deep chambers as they headed towards the central room, Ciel’s head buried in her metal detector radar thing that was leading her towards Penny.

                Ping! Ping! Ping! The doodad led them to a large door as foreboding as it was dark. Roman pushed it open without a second thought.

                On the other side was a massive spacious chamber, with the roots of the very same tree sprouting from the center. “P-Penny!” Ciel spotted her right away amongst all the cultist who tended to the room. Penny turned on the spot, facing her new corrupt form towards her former keeper.

                “Ah, greetings Ciel! It has been quite long since you’ve paid us a visit. Forgive me for not making contact, I’m afraid that in my new position, I was always required to cut off all communications! However, my friend The Grimm Tree would be very happy if you were to join us!”

                “Here’s what we think of your tree!” Roman said, tossing a fire bomb that sprouted off. Flames erupted behind Penny, the robot reactionless as the fire licked and latched on to some of the roots that surrounded the room.

                “W-what is wrong with you?!” Ciel screamed. “I have a switch to turn Penny off! All we had to was grab her from that weird insect part and leave! Why did you-” Roman kicked Ciel to the floor and ran from the room, shutting those huge doors behind him, throwing down an ice bomb too seal it. Ciel slammed at the door, trying to force it open.

                “Sorry to be so cold.” Roman snickered. “But I’m afraid that this whole hero business isn’t my style. Good luck with the sexbot or whatever creepy thing Ironwood is into there. Tata~!” And he ran off.

                Ciel was surrounded by increasingly angry cultists brandishing weapons and sprouting vines that snapped at Ciel, who dodged as best she could. Penny maintained her smile, but it was completely lifeless, like a corpse staring dead on at the damned. “Why did you hurt Friend?” Penny asked, her body starting to shake.

                “We just wanted to rescue you!” Ciel screamed, grabbing at a blade she spotted on the ground. At first, she thought she recognized it as one of Penny’s swords, but noticed that black roots covered it too late. It snapped at her. She dropped the blade, the sharp steel sinking into the ground. She snapped to run away, but thick black organic vines latched at her hand and tugged her straight back, forcing her to be stuck around the blade. “N-no!”

                “Don’t worry, Ciel, I believe you,” Penny said. “But understand this; I am never going back. And now… neither are you. Since you were always so kind, I’m going to help you become one of the strongest corrupted ever~”

                Ciel lifted the blade from the ground, surprised to find that the vines wrapped around her were actually helping her. The first cultist that ran at her was snapped at by the might blade. And then the next. Ciel remained agile even with the huge weapon being held on to. All the while, the blade sunk its vines deeper into Ciel. She felt them parasitically dig into her skin, merging with organs, and fusing deeper into her. In the center of the blade’s hilt, a massive demonic red eye opened, and suddenly she could see the world through it.

                She screamed in confusion, a rush on insanity crumbling her clear thoughts. Thrashing out, she swung her blade at the foes that mobbed her, getting woozy as she was also swinging her brand new eye. The vines dug deeper into her skin, and above skin ones nibbled at her clothing, tearing it away in small shifts. The vines reached her chest and emerged from her skin, a new additional eye opened. And soon as it did, her original eyes went blank, cleared of all detail save for pure white.

                Forced to see only through her new corrupt eyes, she was surprised at how quickly she grew accustomed to them. She swayed her blade around skillfully, locating every foe that was about to pounce her and strike them down with utmost precision, her central eye capable of swinging around to look frantically, absorbing more detail than her old eyes ever could.

                She started to laugh, using her free hand to rip her old clothing away. She stood naked, her sword arm covered in black organic armor, grasping onto her bastard blade. Then, all at once, her armor emerged from her skin. Thorny, skin tight, black plates burst from her. A red visor made of pure red crystal pushed over her head, forming a slick demonic helmet. She laughed inside of it as her cock grew out from her crotch. Her armor slid open, letting her tits, ass, slit, and her new huge dick free, her nuts hanging from between her legs. “I-I feel so strong,” The parasite knight said, her legs becoming more ghostly. She hovered in place, looking around with her new form. “This is what it is to be beyond human…”

                As for Roman, well…

                He had only turned a single corner before his face landed straight in Cinder’s breasts.

                “O-oh!” Roman took a step back, almost not recognizing his former employer for a moment. “Miss Fall! A pleasure meeting you here!”

                “It’s been too long, Torchwick,” Cinder smiled, pushing Roman to his knees. A lick of fire bit at him, and he never felt more aroused in his entire life. “A shame you came all this way just to fall~”

                Cinder seemed to only be all the more fiery, with how her flair flickered like fire, the four horns sticking out of her head, the plates of boney thorny armor on her shoulders, and the spaded tail flicking around. Her fiery succubus wings flicked impatiently as she watched Roman suckle at the end of her fiery cock. “Most males are broken, Roman. However, we will recognize your place as my follower, as someone who fell for our cause. We will allow you a place of power~ I shall see to it. The better you suck, the higher up you’ll be~”

                Roman had only sucked for so long, the other of Cinder’s cock just sitting to the side, but he already felt his chest start to fill out with huge breasts bulging against his outfit. A lick of Cinder’s lustful flames nibbled at his clothing, his own body temperature rising quickly. Like it or not, he wanted a good place among the corrupt if this was going to be his future. So Roman opened wide, and took the second cock down his throat.

                Cinder laughed. She laughed and laughed and patted at Roman’s hair as it grew longer and longer. Fiery orange wings sprouted from Roman’s back, and his figure reshaped to become more feminine. An absolute drop dead gorgeous skinny thing, Roman became the gorgeous femme fatale he was always meant to be.

                She rose, the phoenix girl Roman had become, a big grin on her face as she swallowed. “I knew you were mad, Cinder, but never that you were this salty~”

                Cinder smirked and dragged her claws against Roman’s back, who returned the favor.

                “Ah good~” Roman chirped. “We’re picking up where we left off!”

                …

                “You’ve done well, Pyrrha,” Ruby said, following after her Mistress of The Guards. “That camp you raided had many of the remaining hunters who had evaded us for so long.”

                “It was fairly simple once we found them,” Pyrrha said, opening the next door down the long hallway. “Among them was a girl named May who I do believe has great potential. She took so much joy in watching her friends fall… I will keep my eye close on her, and will recommend a position for her when it is apparent how she may serve you best.”

                The prison was a maze, made from dozens of repurposed rooms in Beacon. Fitting, Ruby thought, that classrooms would be turned into literal prison. Among the cold halls was a plethora of punishments.

                Rooms where one person was infected with a transformation, and ten others were left alone. Whoever was pure last would be let go to spread tale of the cruelty of the kingdom. Stockades were traitors or criminals were hung by their wrists and ankles, and made to become the horniest creature possible, with no possible way to pleasure themselves as they became more driven by libido. Pyrrha had proposed dozens of more unique ways to keep her prisoners excited and punished, playing with them as much as she pleased.

                Among them, Ruby knew, was a certain sort that she was most excited to torture. Ruby found Yang amongst the halls, awaiting for them to catch up. The two sisters embraced, kissing for a solid minute, rubbing their breasts and cocks against each other before they were able to break the spell of lust and separate themselves.

                “I’ve been waiting so long to begin~” Yang cooed. “I like, am ready to watch these sisters get fucked~”

                …

                Militia awoke first. She tried to stay calm as she looked over herself. She was stripped naked, left in a cell with only herself. In the cell next door, between a thin wall was her sister. Militia had never been separated from her. She didn’t know how to act, what to say. For once, the calm and composed sister was panicker, pacing her cell and banging against the iron bars.

                Sounds of banging and panicking awoke Melanie from her own rest. She was just as naked, and just as hopeless. “M-Militia?!” She yelled, banging her hands against the wall.

                “I can hear you!” Militia said, racing to the wall. “I can like hear you!”

                “They put us in different cells!” Melanie pouted.

                “How rude!” Militia growled. “I promise, they’ll pay!”

                “We’ll make them pay!” Melania howled.

                But then, in the prison filled with the fog of corruption, they ran out of things to say.

                Melanie… Militia thought. Melanie rose her head, not sure why, but she swore she could hear something.

                Militia?

                Melanie?

                Militia rose from the wall, Militia doing the same, their motions oddly in synch.

                I can hear you in my head! Militia thought.

                And I can hear you! Melania thought back.

                They both blushed, falling to their knees and putting their hands against the wall.

                Days passed.

                The twins worked slowly at their mental link. It was their only way to communicate some days when the guards were extra cruel to them. It was clear that for whatever reason, they were being made to wait. They were not sure what for, but they counted themselves lucky that they were able to speak to each other.

                Oh how simple it was for them to talk to each other. They always laughed at each other’s jokes. They always knew just how to compliment the other. But then one day, one of the sisters awoke, puzzled.

                Sister? She thought.

                Yes? The other replied.

                I-I’m Melanie, right? The concerned sister asked in her mind.

                The other one paused. I thought I was Melanie.

                They were both quiet, but soon there thoughts were racing. Every panicking little notion, every terrible anxious idea, it all drowned their discourse. Soon, there was nothing but their worrying. They tried to clear things up, to argue, to draw straws, but it was inconclusive. Neither of them knew who was who, they just knew that they were twins.

                Look, we can just solve this right now, One of them thought. When we talk to each other in our heads, only we can hear it. So that means for each other, we don’t need names.

                Right? The other thought, her mind starting to sound a bit more clear, calmer.

                And we’re never apart when we see other people. So them, we’ll always just be Melanie and Militia, or the Malachites. So, we don’t need to worry about who’s who. We have each other~

                E-each other~

                The nights after that, they knew for a fact they’d never be alone. They allowed themselves to forget about worrying about who they were, and just simply focusing on being them. When their lusts grew great at night, it was difficult. They had began to share those feelings as well. If one sister began to give in, certainly the other would as well. And their climaxes were always in tandem.

                Soon, their physical forms were changing too. One sister grew her cocks in before the other. Twin serpentine members. She started jerking them off as soon as they grew. And as she grew closer to her climax, the other twin started to grow her own cocks in, her body racing to synch. And just as she came, the other sister was ready with her own cocks, cumming in tandem.

                They also found that they were able to move the other’s body as if it were simple as moving their own. Their mental link made whose body was who trivial. One day, one sister simply moved the other, and the other took control of the first. Bodies no longer mattered as the lines between each other were completely blurred.

                Masturbation was no longer an individual choice, where one sister started before the other. Their voices were unified as one. Both bodies would howl and moan and jerk eagerly at her twin serpentine cocks, cumming with satisfactory results every time. And when the sisters came, oh for a moment, they never felt closer.

                “We’re soooo close~” One voice said in one body, certain that the other would hear with the ears of the very same body, or with the thoughts.

                “I love you so much~”

                “I love you too~”

                And both bodies spoke in unison, “I love us~”

                Pyrrha and Yang opened the doors to their cells.

                The sisters cared not for their jailors! They ran out of their cells and mashed their bodies together, hungrily kissing each other, mashing their twin cocks together. They curled up on the floor, bodies rising over each other as they rolled in a frantic ball of pure horny energy. Their lower bodies merged into a serpentine tail that lashed at the ground, slowly lifting them up, the body containing four cocks total.

                “At lasssst~” The hydra drooled, speaking with body bodies, either girl separated from the belly up. The two necks turned and kissed, moaning hungrily as they jerked their own cocks off. “I’m together forever~”

                Yang just laughed, shaking her head. “Knew they were into each other~”

                …

                The royal bedroom was empty, save of course for Ruby and Weiss. The queens of the kingdom. Ruby embraced Weiss, the two monstrous girls kissing so tenderly. It felt like a cloud in a dream, so soft and tender. Ruby slid her cock inside of Weiss, aware that Weiss was already plenty pregnant, but perhaps she could improve the odds.

                “Weiss loves you~” The kitsune girl cooed, rolling her tails around on the floor.

                “And I love you as well~” Ruby cooed, finishing inside of Weiss a few minutes later.

                They laid together underneath the covers, sitting in the moment. Weiss was clearly head over heels, her fully corrupted mind ever so pleased with her state in life. She rubbed her belly happily, her eyes filled with hearts. Ruby didn’t know what to, her own mind so nervous. She just kept thinking back to when they first met at Beacon, yet for some reason she felt as if Weiss wouldn’t even remember or care for those days. They were both so different now…

                “Yang is very excited to be an aunt,” Ruby said, a grin on her face.

                “Yang will make an excellent aunt,” The princess said, cuddling closer against Ruby. “And Weiss thinks you’re the best queen in the world.”

                “I do try~” Ruby replies, her old nerdy voice shining past all the monstrousness to her. Ruby rose from the bed and walked back to the throne room.

                In the lateness of night, the room was left unoccupied, save for a single detail. There, Ozpin still stood, completely frozen, forced to watch as every command was ordered that would change or ruin the world. He was the last remaining judge of Ruby, the only human eyes she let feast upon her kingdom. Everyone else was bargaining chips, or people she would soon be corrupting beyond recognition. Even now, she felt his judgement upon her.

                “You think me a monster?!” Ruby yelled at the statue, her voice echoing. She pushed her fist against the floor inches away, cracking at the tile. She took a deep breath, trying to contain her rage. She didn’t know what was coming over her, but she felt as if she had…

                She could see the word. See it in his damn eyes.

                Regrets.

                …

                Yang patrolled the streets of Eclipse quietly minding herself. It was a late night, and one of the few she got to spend operating as she pleased. She had already visited a few pubs and fucked just about everyone in it and drank all that she pleased to drink. She was a little tipsy, hovering through the streets along to the beat of some song being played.

                Word had it that The Malachite Twins were allowed to take back the club they had guardered that long ago. Yang was certain the place would be wild. As well, one of the sacrifices, Dew? Or something? Well, she was going to join that club and be one of the dancers and whores. Yang would have to go pay a visit to see how Raven’s work had shaped up.

                Blop! As Yang entered a short walkway tunnel, she walked straight into a snare of slime. She fell forward, and was quickly steam rolled by a mass of pink slime. “W-what the?!” She flapped her tail forcefully, but the slime was coming in faster and faster, pushing her body down to ground. Yang recognized the flavor when she flicked her tongue at the slime.

                Soon enough, she was swallowed underneath a bundle of slime with Neo’s shark head giving a big grin. Until it wasn’t.

                Suddenly, the head fell into the puddle, and a mass of steam was emitted. The ground was shaken and stirred, cracks forming in the path. The slime moved away, revealing a deposited lava golem named Octavia on the ground.

                The slime battled like an angry wad of multi-colored gum, kicking and screaming. A blast shot out from the slime, shaking the whole entire tunnel. From the slime, a hand emerged, followed by a body with two huge breasts. The lower draconic body of Yang’s emerged, hovering in the air, only now it was Neo’s colors.

                Her eyes opened, revealing one eye was purple, the other an even mix of pink and brown. The slime girl laughed, her blonde hair rolling past her like tendrils, pink, brown, and blonde streaks all contending to be the dominant color of her mane. The girl was taller than Yang and Neo, and seemingly stronger too. “So~” She spoke, using Yang’s voice. “Neo, you wanted to take control of me, eh?~ Well, see how that turned out~ I’m far stronger than you, and I don’t intend to give you back your power anymore,” Yang gasped, dragging her hands over her cock. “Damn, my head feels soooo much clearer~ I didn’t know you were still that smart! How long were you planning to betray me? Eh, it matters not~ You,” Yang said, pointing to Octavia. “Service me~ I’m feeling incredible right now, and could use a slut.”

                “Y-yes! Of course!” Octavia crawled forward, opening her mouth to take in that ice cream dragon dick. She cooed in delight at the flavor, suckling harder as soon as she found some comfort in her new role. Neo-Yang grew used to her newself as well, finding that everything was just a bit more pleasurable.

                “This will do nicely~” Yang grinned.

                …

                “We haven’t hung out together in quite a while,” Ruby said, seated in Blake’s study. “It reminds me of our little sleepover at Beacon when we first met…”

                “That was so long ago,” Blake said with a grin as she peered at her own books. “I’ve been so busy overlooking the city, I had almost forgotten. Heh… Those were good times.”

                “Do you ever miss them?” Ruby asked, sounding uncertain. Perhaps speaking so frankly of the older times as the ruler of corruption would not do much good, but she felt the need. She had to reach out to someone who wasn’t a statue.

                That made Blake ponder for a moment, her hand to her chin. “With all due respect, I don’t really. They were complicated times, and so far I’ve enjoyed my life much more now,” Blake confessed. “I fuck who I like, I do as I please, and my intelligence is rewarded.”

                “That’s fair…” Ruby sighed. “We had other matters to discuss, I am sorry. You were saying?”

                Blake nodded. “You needn’t apologize your meow-gesty. I had a special request to make. I hear word that a hunter party had recently captured someone of interest to me.”

                “Who would that be?” Ruby asked, raising her brow.

                “A man named Adam,” Blake said, the venom rising in her voice, even though the short stack cat girl could only be so intimidating. “I request that my form be upgraded so I can… Properly greet him.”

                Show him how things are done in Eclipse, Ruby thought. That used to excite her, but now…

                The queen rose with a sigh, nodding as she turned to look out the window of the home. She was lost in thoughts for a moment before turning back to Blake, raising her hand.

                A blast of sinister magic shot from Ruby. The queen rushed forward and bent Blake over, forcing that incredibly huge ass to split. Ruby’s might cock pierced inside of Blake, making the poor lustful cat mewl in heat.

                Every thrust, Blake grew taller, and taller. At last, at her original height, only to grow more so. Her abs hardened to become grand and powerful. Her whole psychique improved grandly. Soon, Blake had adopted a new form, just as soon as Ruby came inside her.

                “This form is your Jinko form. You can swap between this and your other form freely~ This form is focused more on physical domination, while your other is much more versatile in other ways. Do as you please with Adam, I have my own business to attend to…” Ruby turned to leave the home. She had someone to visit, and she wasn’t sure if she was coming back.

…

                His cell was inhospitable. Just a room with plenty of room to store their toys. When Adam arrived, the hunting party had informed the jailers how much trouble he was. He intended to keep being trouble. He screamed at the Grimmborn, telling them they were impure! Corruptions! How they ruined his plans of the faunus rising to superiority! They immediately gagged him. Then another beat him when he tried to escape. And then they had to cut and hurt him more when he nearly got away. A scar was forming on his sword arm.

                Keeping him there long enough for that night was difficult. Blake entered through the door, the tall, proud, Jinko that she was. Her legs ended in powerful paws tipped with black claws, her muscular legs covered in tiger fur. She was a gorgeous queen of the jungle. Adam was taken aback, staring for a long moment at her, blood blotching his forehead red.

                “A shame that we have to meet like this,” Blake said. “It is not a shame, however, that you are gagged. Your words have proven to be completely useless every time.”

                Adam said something muffled against his gag. That only earned him a kick from Blake.

                “The guards found you in a village. It was a village that had paid tithe to our queen. The village would be allowed to remain human for a period of time, until the moment came that they were ready to willfully join us. We respected their wishes in our attempt to prove that even as an unstoppable force, we do not condone violence. All that we attack, we simply must for they pose a threat. We do not kill, however,” Blake paused, looking on at Adam, seeing if he had a reply.

                The bull faunus was silent, seated in his chair with that look. No words, no motion.

                “But where did we find you?” Blake loomed closer, the rage in her eyes clear. “The world goes to hell, and you decide to butcher a whole village?!” She lashes out, his head flying back with a loud snap, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. Blake flicked her wrist, growling under her heavy breathe.

                “The world is changing,” Blake continued, trying to not let her outburst affect the tone of her voice. “It is okay to be frightened, to be sad, to be any of those things. But of all the emotions you could choose, you chose to be angry still at humans?! To still cause senseless death? We’re approaching a dark yet perfect world where all are made equal, where laws are set by sense, where the line between faunus, human, and even Grimm, is forever erased! This is the world I always envisioned, and you decide to kill? To murder?! Your true colors show yet again, Adam. I can no longer allow your choices to go unpunished.”

                All around Adam, Blake produced her clones. The monster girl had been practicing her semblance. They untied and ungagged him so she could hear his voice, how it pitched up from male to female, how his range turned to cries. Blake’s clones’ every touch changed his form to become more feminine. Huge tits, wide hips, a new hole to fuck~ They were merciless, fucking him into the dirt, even as tails erupted from his back.

                When they came, Adam felt something entirely else. Not lust or fear or anger… He felt true numbness, as more and more of skin turned to stone. Every drop of Blake’s cum did this to his skin. Over and over, drop by drop. And he was drowning in the stuff. He reached forward with his clawed hand, reaching for the door, only for his last second of consciousness to end as a gargoyle, striking a pose as she turned the rest of the way into a stone statue.

                “Guards!” Blake yelled. “I have half a mind to break it. Go put it somewhere I can laugh at it if I so choose.” The guards nodded and took the gargoyle away. “Ruby…” Blake realized now that there were still other matters to attend to. “She seemed distressed… I hope today is not the day I become a hypocrite.”

                …

                Deep into the ethereal night, the bright white light of the moon shone through in vast swathes past the endless fog of The Grimm Tree. Up on the hilltop stood a single grave with a few flowers still sitting in front of it. Ruby walked slowly towards it, her hood lowered as she came to it. Ruby was already on the verge of tears, wiping them away and steeling herself.

                It had been so long since she had visited the tombstone. Ruby had been so busy with all her queenly affairs, she nearly lost track of them all. It must’ve been a whole month or maybe even two since her last visit. Ruby kneeled at the grave, lowering her head.

                “Hey mom, it’s me…” Ruby said, always careful to start the same way every time. The words were so nostalgic, some of the few she was certain that she said just the same way before she was corrupted. “I’m… I’m sorry it’s been so long since last we spoke. I um, I’ve been really really busy.” Ruby said, not sure how to convey the information. Her mother was supposed to be gorgeous and caring. A miraculous woman.

                “I’ve made new friends…” Ruby said, speaking of the countless she has hunted down and corrupted. “We finally stopped that dust thief,” Ruby said, knowing well that Roman was now under her employ. “Yang worked through some issues,” Speaking of Yang’s fusion with Neo. “And Blake is doing something she needs to work on right now and…”

                Ruby felt the tears hit her cheeks. She wailed, opening her mouth to just sob it all out. She beat her head against the ground, powing in complete prostration to the grave, as if it held all the answers. “I’m sorrrrrry! I’m soooo sorry! It’s all my fault! I didn’t want this to happen to the world!” She coughed, trying to keep herself together but the tears kept falling. “I still have nightmares! About that vine grabbing me that day! And I wonder! And I…”

                The tears were too much. She wasn’t making a lick of sense, and it felt like it was all coming out. Ruby didn’t even notice as her eyes were glittering silver. “If I had never been grabbed, or if I was a good enough huntress to cut the vine and escape? Would that have stopped all of this? Would we all be sitting around, having fun? I know Cinder was planning something bad, but maybe it would have turned out okay! Maybe we would have all found the strength to beat her! To save everyone!” Ruby sighed, shaking her head.

                “I shouldn’t burden the dead,” The queen said, lifting the black crown from her head, and placing it at the foot of the grave. “And neither shall I burden this kingdom I made. Any single one of them would make a better queen. I was a terrible huntress, and now I am a terrible queen,” She rose and turned from the grave. “Goodbye, mom. Goodbye, everyone…”

                A hand grabbed Ruby by the shoulder and turned her.

                Before Ruby was a tall woman who looked a lot like her, save for some different features.

                Her one eye was missing, in its place was a bright white rose that bloomed from her socket. Her skin was pale as the moon, save for her cheeks and the ends of her fingers, which her hued green. Her hair looked like Ruby’s, only it was longer, and head aged leaves sprouted all along it like a crown. Mighty wings flapped from her back, powerful feathers falling from her mighty gliders, vines hanging over them. Her figure was incredibly busty, wide hipped, with large breasts, and a massive ass accompanied with shapely full thighs that touched. A big bumpy demon dick rose from her crotch, colored green and blue all along it.

                But those were those bits! What mattered more was that black halo above her head, and what those black colored lips said. “Ruby~”

                “M-mom?!” Ruby felt herself shudder and break down. She threw herself into Summer’s arms, sobbing against her. “How did you… How…”

                “I am brought back by powers greater than both of our’s,” She assured, rubbing her hands over Ruby’s head. “Oh how I’ve longed to hold you,” She leaned forward, planting a kissing on Ruby’s forehead. “To kiss you. To say how much I love you, and how proud I am of you?”

                “Really?” Ruby asked, her eyes turning red, head tilting, eyelids growing heavy.

                “Really~” Summer repeated, her one eye glowing the same color, her head tilting the other way.

                Their faces met. And they kissed.

                Lips mashed hungrily. Tongues crept out from their caverns to brawl, drool running over their lips. Ruby panted furiously, pushing her lips harder against her mother’s. The two pressed their cock’s against each other, Summer running her slender fingers across Ruby’s monstrous cocks. Summer lifted Ruby up by the hips, then, and rammed her daughter down on her cock.

                Ruby’s head rolled back, letting a loud moan out. “I’ve heard all you had to share~” Summer assured her daughter. “Every fear, every concern~ But don’t you worry anymore. Mother is here for you, and she’s never leaving you again~”

                “Ever?”

                “Never ever~”

                The queen nodded, riding her mother’s cock harder. It was so warm, but every other part of Summer was cold as death. Ruby just focused on riding that dick, so happy to see her mom again. Summer came inside Ruby, giving her a thick belly of seed. Ruby plucked herself free, and threw Summer forward, her back against her tombstone.

                Ruby rammed forward, spreading Summer’s legs, claiming her all for herself. “M-my mom~!” Ruby cooed! “My slut mom~ Mmmmmppph~”

                “That’s it dear~” Summer cooed, pushing her fat tits together with her elbows. “Let it all out in me~” She said, all her words sounding more and more like song.

                Ruby thrust over and over, the tombstone starting to become disrupted from the ground. And with one last thrust, Ruby came, filling her mother with her seed. The two laughed and panted for a moment, cuddling amongst the grass and the flowers.

                “I hope this doesn’t get me pregnant~” Summer laughed.

                “I almost hope it does,” Ruby said. “The more heirs the better… My heir…” Ruby rose from the ground. “I need to go back to the palace… Where will you…?”

                “I will remain here, but I am very excited to see Yang again soon, as well as this girl you’ve taken as a bride. Now go on~” Ruby nodded, and ran off from the grave. She had found it at last. Her confidence. To be the queen of corruption. Yes, in darkness, everything she desired would be given to her. If she wanted to relive her old days, oh it’d be as easy as asking for it.

                But now, she was more nostalgic for that initial rush of pleasure she felt when she was corrupted. Oh she’s been corrupted more and more, but that first time. That was one of the best feelings of her life. Now only tied with the birth of her daughter. Well, daughters.

                A whole bundle of heirs, each of them with an equal chance for the throne. Ruby hadn’t decided yet how exactly the true heir would be chosen, but she cared little for that. For now, she was completely satisfied with her life.

                Perhaps one day she’ll leave the kingdom behind to let someone else rule, but for now, she was satisfied. The world was growing darker with each and every day. Tension mounts from all sides. From the human armies in the light, trying to find a cure, trying to reclaim or delay. And then there was Salem, always a looming threat and an old rival of The Grimm Tree’s. Perhaps one day they’d both have to be defeated, or maybe their fledgling kingdom was doomed to fail, just as the one they had destroyed.

                Either way, at long last, Ruby was truly happy in her shadow of the world. Her kingdom would not repeat the mistakes of the light or the dark. It would live in true happiness, in true freedom, in a faultless world where pleasure reigned, and darkness was so common, it had become the light.

                And when looking at the sex infested streets through the lense of darkness, Eclipse was a fine city, and Ruby’s kingdom would be one to be remembered. The depraved huntress sat back, her wandering mind finally at ease. Her work was done.

                …

                Burnie Burns awoke from his nightmare, and frantically called up his friend. “WE CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS MACHINIMA SHIT ANYMORE. HOLY SHIT.”

fin.