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Ruby couldn't sleep. Not that she particularly wanted to, anyway. If she slept, she'd only dream of that day. Aaand now I'm thinking about it anyway, she wryly admitted to herself.
The restless teen turned over in her bunk, and then turned over again. She kept having to restrain herself from rubbing her thighs together. Her pussy was crazy desperate for some kind of attention. Who am I kidding? I know exactly what I want.
Everyone had noticed Ruby's distractedness over the past few weeks. None of them had guessed the real source of her consternation. Because they're not total freaks, she figured. What was keeping Team RWBY's brave, beautiful, heroic leader up all night? What kind of romantic dream was her pure, noble mind wrapped up in? Did she have a crush on one of her classmates, or maybe one of the teachers at the Academy? Not exactly.
The truth was, Ruby had snuck off on her own a month ago after a particularly nasty argument with Weiss left her upset and unable to bear the sight of other people. She'd wanted to take a minute to cool off, maybe work out her frustration on a couple hapless Grimm while she was outside the city. Sure enough, she'd happened upon a pack of Beowolves in the woods doing... whatever it was Grimm did when they weren't attacking and eating people. Having a picnic or something.
It was such a stupid, amateur display on her part... Ruby still couldn't believe how badly she'd screwed up. She'd forgotten to load Crescent Rose, she let herself get surrounded, she didn't cut and run when the opportunity came up... Clearly, she still had a long way to go as a Huntress.
Her lame performance wasn't what had haunted Ruby ever after. After all, no matter how poorly the fight had gone, she was still alive, right?
No, it's what happened after she lost. Because she did lose. The Beowolves disarmed her and pinned her down. They had her at their mercy. She'd fully expected to die right then and there. Of course everyone would turn out for her funeral, and Weiss would cry like a baby in public and curse herself for ever being so stubborn and opinionated as to drive Ruby to her death, and everyone would agree and blame Weiss and force her to admit that she'd been totally wrong and Ruby had been right. And then, the eulogy... That was the thought which most horrified Ruby about her own death. Because ever since their mother's mysterious disappearance, Yang would be the natural choice to deliver her eulogy. Yang would march up to the stage, obviously sick with grief but determined to do right by her little sister. Everyone would be watching her, listening to hear what beautiful words she'd have about Ruby, Vale's most beloved Huntress-in-training, and Yang would say,
"Rubes always thought the last thing she needed was a burial plot. She was right." Then she'd look up at the crowd and somberly continue, "I hate going to funerals. I'm not a mourning person. While preparing this speech, I tried to think of a few puns because I knew Rubes would appreciate it, but I decided against it. It would have been a grave mistake." Yang would sigh and clear her throat before continuing with an effort. "Sorry. Ever since learning Rubes was killed and eaten by Beowolves, it's been ruff. I will never, ever fur-give the Grimm for taking my little sister from me--" At that point, the crowd would rise up as one, open Ruby's coffin, stuff Yang inside, and then bury them together. And that meant Ruby would be Yang's captive audience to try out new puns for the rest of eternity.
The concept was so horrifying that Ruby was almost relieved when, instead of killing and eating her, the Beowolf pack instead tore off her clothes and viciously gang-raped her for hours.
When the sun started going down, the Beowolves had finally left her. She lay twitching in a puddle of monster cum, her whole body aching and bruised, until night had fallen. Finally, she summoned the strength to dress herself and sneak back into Vale. Nobody she knew saw her as she returned to the Academy. She'd managed to clean herself off before anyone had a chance to see what had happened to her, and she'd made up some lame excuse for why her clothes were shredded. Weiss had stiffly apologized for her earlier behavior, and their friendship was repaired. Ruby had resolved to never ever speak of what had happened. She'd pretend it had only been a nightmare, nothing more. That should have been the end of it.
But the memory remained, a splinter stuck deep in her brain that she couldn't dig out, no matter how hard she tried. She'd tried masturbating, even stolen one of Yang's dildos. She'd gone and had sex with one of the other students. Then later she slipped out of the Academy to find an older man instead, thinking that might be more satisfying. Nothing helped. She felt horny all the time, worse than the worst days of puberty, but she wasn't fantasizing about hot celebrities or cute idol boys this time. She wanted something better than men. She didn't want to make love or have sex. She wanted to mate. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted Grimm. And not just any Grimm. She wanted Beowolves. She wanted a whole pack of them to rape her, just like they'd done before. She wanted big, hard, knotted monstercocks to stretch her out and fill her with their vile cum. Now that she'd experienced it for herself, it was all she could think of. Everything else seemed so boring and lame by comparison. Human boys, even human men, did nothing for her. They were so soft and weak, and their dicks went limp at a moment's notice--though they were so small, it hardly made a difference either way.
The hunger had been grinding away against Ruby's mind for weeks now, and tonight, she'd reached the breaking point. She could feel the moment that her will finally snapped. It was an almost tangible crack inside her heart.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she mumbled to no one in particular. None of her teammates responded, and she didn't wait for an answer. They were probably asleep, like the (relatively) normal, sane people they were. Ruby rolled out of bed and headed for the door, though she paused by Yang's bunk. Her big sister was facing the wall, her back to Ruby. She reached out and, very gently, stroked Yang's hair. Then she leaned in and planted a tiny kiss on her big sister's head. She felt a pang of sorrow, but not an ounce of regret. They're all better off without someone like me around. And I'll be better off once I'm back where I belong. Ruby quietly opened the door and slipped out into the hall.
The only people out and about this late were the hall monitors, and Ruby had no trouble evading them. Her heart pounded in her ears as she slipped out of the Academy and raced through the city streets, ignoring the weird looks she got for being in her pajamas. She had no idea if she'd ever be coming back. She had no idea if she wanted to ever come back. Either way, it wasn't really up to her anymore.
It was simple enough for the leader of Team RWBY to slip past the guards patrolling the outskirts of Vale. They were only human, after all. Soon enough, Ruby was alone, running through moonlit fields towards the forest where she'd encountered the Beowolf pack. She had no idea if they'd be there again. She barely had any idea what she was doing at all. She was operating purely on instinct, driven by the desires of her body, which had grown far too powerful to resist any longer.
Ruby didn't slow down until she was back under the creepy black leafless trees that had haunted her dreams for the past month. She walked slowly through the woods, breath fogging in front of her and bare feet belatedly voicing their complaints about carrying her all this way over some rough and chilly ground. Her silver eyes darted back and forth through the trees, searching. What if they're gone? What if I'm alone out here? Then what?
It was a question Ruby never had to answer. A low howl sounded off behind her, and all at once a pack of Beowolves (the pack) emerged from the shadows all around her. It was a sign of how crazy she was that she hadn't heard or seen them minutes ago. The big brutal canine monsters didn't make any aggressive moves immediately. They were curious about what this small human was doing, why she'd come back to them apparently alone, unarmed, and of her own free will. They might have even suspected a trap of some kind.
Ruby sobbed at the sight of the beasts who'd turned her whole world upside-down in just a few hours one month ago. Under the moonlight, their huge muscles rippling under their dark fur, their red eyes glowing with predatory menace, they were even sexier than she remembered. The sinister scent of Grimm gradually wafted over Ruby, making her salivate. Her nipples were painfully stiff as they rubbed against the inside of her tanktop.
As if in a trance, Ruby wandered towards the biggest Beowolf in the pack, a hulking alpha who she remembered very clearly. He had been the first to take her, and the last. She came up within arm's reach of him and just stared, taking all of him in. This was what she'd been missing. No man could compare, no human came even close.
Still moving with dream-like serenity, Ruby pulled off her pajama top and threw it to the ground, baring her pale, creamy skin and supple breasts to the Grimm. The Beowolves watched silently, still wary. She sank to her knees and crawled on all fours underneath the alpha, drawn irresistably to his crotch. The feeling of her warm breath on his fur and the scent of her feminine arousal lured his cock out of its sheath. Ruby watched in spellbound awe as the alpha's red dick revealed itself and grew to its full size. She instinctively slipped his cocktip into her small warm mouth and swirled her tongue around it, savoring the masculine, inhuman flavor, before trailing her lips down the side of his shaft and kissing his knot. She took a deep whiff of his musk straight from the source, and creamed herself on the spot. Nothing had ever smelled so good. She started mashing her lips and tongue against his knot and furry balls, desperate for more.
The pack gradually started to relax as they observed Ruby's actions. Her behavior was bizarre, but her intentions were clear. They'd never before encountered a human who was such an abject, filthy slut as to crave their brutal treatment before, but there was a first time for everything. If she wanted to be theirs, they would take her. Those silver eyes had no doubt claimed the lives of many Grimm, after all; it was only proper that she repay them by spending the rest of her life popping out their pups to replace those she'd slain.
Those dreaded silver eyes were currently clouded over in a haze of lust and submission as Ruby brought her mouth back to the alpha's cocktip and suckled on it while using her hands to jerk him off and play with his balls. She'd been a virgin before these Beowolves broke her in, but she wasn't so sheltered that she'd never given a boy a blowjob before. She wasn't an expert or anything, but she could tell that she was making the alpha feel good. Besides, how often did Beowolves get sucked off? He wasn't about to complain.
The alpha began to rock his hips against Ruby's face, rumbling with pleasure. She almost gagged a couple times as his dick bounced against the back of her throat, and resolved to practice in future until she'd eliminated her gag reflex; she wanted her throat to be a nice comfortable hole for Grimmcock, just like her pussy and butthole. In the meantime, she eased her head back to keep just his tip in her mouth while she devoted both hands to the alpha's shaft, increasing the pace of the handjob to get him off faster. She'd deepthroat him some other time, when she could handle it.
Soon enough, the alpha growled. That was Ruby's only warning before he went off; she swallowed a spurt or two before lifting her mouth off him and letting the rest of his cum paint her face and chest. She licked her lips. It was warm and slimy, and while objectively the flavor was bitter and gross, to Ruby it was the best meal she'd ever had.
The alpha contemptuously wiped his dick off against Ruby's hair before padding away from her. She bent forward on her knees, smushing her face into the grass and sticking her butt into the air. She tugged down her pajama bottoms and panties. Strings of her own wetness trailed from her soaking pussy to the crotch of her underwear. The smell of her arousal filled the air, and the sight of a ripe female waiting to be bred captured the pack's full attention. Their cocks popped out one after the other as they stalked closer, silently deciding what order they'd take her in. Ruby breathed heavily, the taste and smell of Beowolf cum filling her head. She trembled in the cold air, waiting for one of the Grimm to warm her up.
The second-biggest Beowolf in the pack, another alpha only slightly smaller than the one Ruby had just sucked off, took her first. He slammed his claws down on either side of Ruby's head and snarled into her ear, his long drooling tongue slithering over her face. She licked him back, quivering with arousal. It was the closest thing to a sign of affection these monsters were capable of, and she loved it. He lined his massive bitchbreaker up with Ruby's tiny drooling pink pussy. She whimpered and rocked her hips back against him, her clit tingling when his cocktip rubbed against it. His fur felt rough and warm on her pert buttcheeks.
With a single flex of his enormous muscles, the alpha buried half his bone inside Ruby's pussy and she screamed, overwhelmed by a mixture of awful pain and intense orgasm. Her insides clamped down hard against the Grimm, begging for more, no matter how badly it hurt. Her body knew its place. She understood that some suffering would be necessary to get what she craved; to fulfill her sole purpose of being a degraded Grimm cumdumpster. Ruby arched her back, helping the Beowolf achieve the best angle for penetration. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted to be ruined, she wanted her twat to be reamed out until only massive Grimm dicks could make her feel anything anymore.
The Beowolf whuffed in Ruby's face and obliged her, beginning to slap her butt with downward thrusts of his hips. His cock sawed in and out of Ruby's pussy, forcing itself a little deeper each time it pushed in and filling her with his dominance and heat. Her mouth hung open, allowing the Beowolf to shove his slimy tongue inside, and she suckled submissively on his organ with her mouth just like her twat obediently clenched to please his cock. It was a miracle Ruby had held out this long. Now that she'd finally given in, this was all she wanted. Nothing else mattered.
Before long, the alpha was hammering Ruby the way a drooling slut like her deserved. Her ass and thighs quivered every time he slammed into her, and she wailed and groaned, lost in one long endless orgasm as he fucked her brains out. She pounded her hips back against him with all her might, eyes rolling back in her head. She could clearly feel his huge heavy balls slap against her clit and his massive knot brush against her pussylips, and she knew that he'd fit his whole shaft inside her. Taking such a massive, sexy dick in its entirety was the proudest accomplishment of the teen Huntress's life. Nothing else came close.
Nothing that is, until with a final overpowering surge, the Beowolf forced his knot inside her and came. Ruby screamed in bliss as he filled her, finally dispelling the last vestiges of the night's chill and cementing her conviction that this was the only life she wanted, to be an abject slut for Grimmcock.
Ruby's screams were muffled by dick when another Beowolf, too impatient to wait for a turn at her cunt, decided to fuck her mouth instead. She gurgled and squealed as he ferociously pounded her throat-cunt, ignoring her choking and gagging. Tears streamed down her face, but she struggled to please him with her tongue and throat muscles. Two more Beowolves flanked her and shoved their dicks into her hands, and she obediently began to stroke and jerk them off.
The pack was nothing if not well-coordinated, so the Beowolf knotted in Ruby's pussy had no trouble lifting her up and sliding under her, leaving her ass exposed and vulnerable for the biggest alpha, who had decided to claim her tightest hole for himself.
Ruby squealed again around the dick in her mouth when she felt the pack's biggest dick ram itself up her butthole without warning. Only her Aura and the Beowolf's precum made such an extreme penetration possible without killing her. As it was, her whole body spasmed and clenched, welcoming the terrible pain. She was now living the dream, completely stuffed with Beowolf cock.
The biggest alpha hammered Ruby's tight ass without care or mercy, stuffing her guts full of his dick and squeezing her insides between the two gigantic Beowolf cocks impaling her lower holes. The Beowolves using her mouth and hands didn't let up either, and she desperately worked muscles she didn't even know she had trying to please all her mates at once. Naive girl that she was, she thought, This is it, this is heaven, this is as good as it gets. She didn't think much of it when the alpha raping her ass settled forward, resting on top of her and blocking out her view of anything besides muscled Beowolves hungrily fucking her. Then she felt another cock probing against her full pussy. It never occurred to Ruby that she could take two of the biggest dicks she'd ever had in the same hole at the same time, until it happened.
With a snarl of effort, the sixth Beowolf wrenched Ruby's twat open and rammed himself into her, right alongside the alpha who was already knotted with her. Ruby's Aura was the only thing holding her body together now. She didn't black out, but she came close. For just a moment, the pain was so great that it overwhelmed the pleasure, and her spasm of agony only made it better for the Beowolves gangbanging her. Then, her Aura helped her adjust, and she drowned in ecstasy. It was an awesome, humbling moment. She realized then that there was no limit to the pleasure the Grimm could force her to feel. They would push her harder and harder, far past her breaking point, into thrills and delights impossible to describe. The Grimm weren't just her mates. They were her gods.
Ruby never returned to Vale. No one would ever know what had become of her, though they did notice an explosion in the Beowolf population over the following months and years. Strangely, these new Beowolves not only had silver eyes instead of red, but they were immune to the effects of the Silver Eyes. It was a foreboding sign of even darker times to come for humanity, though no one could have predicted exactly how much darker things would get...
The pack's breeding bitch gasped and drooled all over herself as she bounced in the lap of one of her silver-eyed sons, shamelessly squirting all over herself every time she felt his knot slap against her throbbing clit. She loved all her children, of course, but this was her favorite son; he was an alpha of truly prodigious size and strength, and he had the biggest and hardest cock of any Beowolf she'd ever had. It took a particularly well-endowed beast to fill her loose, sloppy cunt by himself these days. Other Grimm had to stuff her two or three at a time in order to give her holes the stretching they really deserved.
The silver-eyed Beowolf stared into his mother's face as she rode him. His own face being just a mask of bone, it was difficult to tell what he was thinking, but the bitch had picked up a sense for what was going through her mates' heads. She knew that her sons loved her, as much as Grimm (even half-human Grimm) were capable of loving anything. They expressed it by raping and ravaging her even more brutally than the other Beowolves, but the bitch was perfectly fine with that. She could take it. She wanted it. She needed to be treated like the stupid, disgusting cockslut she was, as much as she needed air or water.
Another of the bitch's sons grabbed her head and rammed his dick down her throat. She took him easily, gazing up dreamily into his eyes as she swallowed him all the way to his base, knot and all, her throat visibly bulging from his girth, before beginning to skullfuck herself on him, tongue swirling over all his most sensitive spots. Through months of practice, she'd memorized how to best please every Beowolf who used her, but she took special care with her sons. They deserved the best from their mommy, after all.
The pupils of the bitch's eyes had shifted shape into hearts on the wonderful day she'd abandoned the last tattered shreds of her old identity and given her soul over to the Grimm. It complemented the elaborate black tattoo-like magical brand over her cunt which symbolized her womb's transformation into a Beowolf pup factory. The bitch was less than human, less than Grimm, fit only to be used as a cumrag and pop out endless numbers of silver-eyed Beowolves. Her curvy, soft body with its massive milky tits and big bouncing butt suited her as a Grimm breeding bitch. Her loose, gaping holes still tightened pleasurably when stuffed full of Beowolf cock, especially while she was knotted.
Speaking of which, the bitch's son growled and slammed her broodmother hips down against his crotch as he came. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mind exploded all over again from the special orgasm she felt only when a big powerful knot forced its way inside her body and locked itself into place. She would be lost in the climax right up until the knot deflated, an even more eager slut than usual (if that was even possible). She desperately slobbered and sucked the dick in her mouth, hands flying to cup and knead the flesh of her son's massive balls, hungry to milk as many incestuous loads of cum as possible into her belly. With any luck, after all, her favorite son had just knocked her up again, and she would need plenty of nutrition so her latest litter could grow up big and strong and fuck her like all their big brothers.
The bitch's only conscious memory of her old life was of that final night when she made the decision to leave everything behind and come crawling back to her Grimm rapists, begging for more. Clearly it was the best, most right decision she'd ever made. She refused to even imagine the possibility that her life could have turned out any other way.