How This (not so) Little Rose Found Her Thorns

by PremierWrites

Summary:

Commission for Terra Lupis. Futa Ruby x Various

After Yang makes an idle wish in the Atlas Vault, Ruby ends up with some pretty significant changes.

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Chapter 1

These four girls had made it all so easy for him.

Ambrosius loved a good challenge when it came to using his powers of Creation, and moving a soul from one body to the next should have scratched that itch. But he felt unfulfilled, summoned from sleep to flex his crafting muscles and not even worked up to a sweat.

Sure happy customers, promises fulfilled, one impossible act done with staggering ease, all part and parcel of being the Spirit of Creation. But they'd come so prepared, poured over every detail to give him plans without any creativity needed on his part. He felt like nothing more than a tool they'd used to make their work come to life.

Sure he had bulging muscles, rippling abs, and a good six foot on even the tallest of these ladies, but that didn't mean all he was good for was swinging a hammer! It urged Ambrosius to show off his creative talent, and he was willing to snatch on any little thing to get the chance to do it.

Three of the group were hugging the newly restored Penny, which left the one with thick yellow hair and a pair of shotgun gauntlets he wouldn't have minded a lookover. She was standing on her own a little way off and looked not sad exactly but nervous. Like she had something unpleasant she needed to do and no great urge to do it. Right now, he'd take anything.

"Something eating at you, big yellow? Usually, a frown like that is because you didn't ask for the right things, but you clever ladies came so prepared even I can't find a fault in my work. So why the frown?" he said, sweeping down beside her.

"Frown?" Yang said with a startled jump and wiped the frown off her face so fast it was as if she'd been punched. "It's nothing, really. Feel a little guilty about how I treated Penny before is all."

"A work of art like that, mistreated? Do you dislike robots? Not to your taste?"

"No! Just didn't see her for who she really was," Yang waved her hand at Ambrosius to try to scare off the accusations, "It's no big deal really, she's happy now, and that's what matters."

"Can't fault that thinking. You give people what they want; you should take pride in that. All the work you put into this? Really paid off for you."

"For some, maybe. All that training Ruby put in, and it really didn't amount to much in the end," Yang complained as she watched Penny strangle Ruby and the others in a flurry of hugs.

"Excuse me? Couldn't help hear some words drift by my ears there," the floating blue spirit said, gliding down closer. "You saying that slip of a girl with the Scythe was working herself to the bone?"

"You've no idea. A lot of cookies met their end with Ruby's training, but none of it seemed to take. She's still a pipsqueak." Yang snorted, crossing her arms under her chest. "I guess there's no changing that."

"Really? I do like a challenge," Ambrosius said with a brilliant white smile. Yang opened her mouth to try to head off whatever was about to happen, but she didn't get past the first word before he clicked his fingers.

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"Penny, hugs... crushing," Ruby mumbled, a little worried about this hug that had dragged on way past the point of reason. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, and after a few tugs against completely immovable arms, she wormed her way down and out instead. Her hair was a complete mess from all the rubbing, and Ruby smoothed it back in place as she looked up to see Penny holding her arms out for a hug. She looked just like when she'd been a robot with her strings cut.

"Oh no, no, no. Weiss, I broke her!" Ruby said, turning to her friend. She also stood there as still as a statue, one hand on her hip and a smile on her face as she stared at Penny and Ruby. Probably enjoying the scene of them hugging it out?

Ruby poked Weiss' cheeks to see if she'd respond, but it was like tapping on glass. Blake was no better, looking at the portal they'd made with ears half flicked down like she often did when things got too noisy for her. Tugging at her arm did nothing, and not even flicking her ears got her to move. Usually, that was an excellent way to get put in a headlock until you apologized.

"Hey girl, you going to poke everyone in this clearing?" Ambrosius said with a laugh. He'd enjoyed watching her stumble about confused, but he was far more excited about what'd come next and willing to show a little mercy.

"What'd you do? They're not moving!"

"Relax, relax. Just a little stopping of time, you all got places to be and people to save, so I thought I'd do this one off the clock, so to speak."

"This one?"

"Yeah, I got one last request asked of me, and I'm in a generous mood. Besides, I know a fellow crafter when I see one, and we got to look out for each other." he pointed to the Scythe on her back. "You made that, didn't you? It's good work."

"Oh," Ruby blushed as she reached back to unfold Crescent Rose. "Well, mostly, I had a little help with it recently. But I made the base! It's a high caliber sn-"

"Please! Please. Remember who you're talking to," Ambrosius laughed, pressing his hands down to dampen Ruby's sudden burst of enthusiasm. "I just wanted to say it's got a big flaw."

"What?" Ruby squeaked, clutching the Scythe to her chest. "No, it doesn't! I've been using it for years; I think I'd have noticed that."

"Ah! I see I've found your bite. Trust me, if you think about it, you'd know there's something wrong there. The metalwork is impeccable, the design fantastic, and that's coming from someone who'd know. The mechanisms all flow together so smoothly you'd think I'd made it. But still, one big issue."

Ruby bit her lip. Ambrosius was the Spirit of Creation. If anyone would spot a flaw in Crescent Rose, it'd be him. But for the life of her, she couldn't work out what. She was shaking in frustration as she poured over her weapon, trying to spot what he'd picked out that was wrong about it.

"The recoil, honey, it's too big for you," Ambrosius teased. This girl was just too easy to wind up.

"I use that, though! I've got a workaround."

"Workaround is a word you use when you admit you can't fix the flaw. The weapons too big for you, the kick too strong, you'll never be able to use its full potential."

"That's ... that's fine," Ruby said, her voice faltering. "I'll just work even harder to make up for it."

"Or..." Ambrosius said, affecting a casual look as he stared at his fingernails.

"Or?" Ruby said, eagerness creeping into her voice as she edged closer.

"Or I can fix that for you. Make something that'll let it shine the way it should."

Ruby didn't want to part with her weapon. Ambrosius could see that, but the cute thing was a crafter at heart, and a flaw left unfixed would eat away at her every waking day. Faced with that, she offered it up.

"Okay, fix the flaw. But please, don't break it. It's important."

Ambrosius took the weapon and gave it an experimental swing, the air hissing as he parted it. With an approving nod at the cutting action, he swirled the blade around in a great crescent and then slashed it down over Ruby. The girl darted back with a squeak and a burst of speed, red petals drifting down in her wake.

"What the hey! You're trying to kill me now!" Ruby said, clutching at her corset. Severed strings caught between her fingertips as the corset hung off her body. Cut right off at the buckle, her belt flapped away as she ran, landing with a clatter of metal on the Vault's stone paths.

"Relax! I need to get you out of those clothes. I can hardly work with them in the way?"

"What?!" Ruby squeaked, hugging her cloak around her like a shield. "C-clothes? Why?"

"I did say you get exactly what you ask for here, didn't I? Now, I can't exactly have you running around while I'm working."

Ambrosius flexed his hands before him, then swirled them in a complicated pattern. Golden light flowed over his blue skin as he poured power into creating. The ground of the Vault rumbled, Ruby sliding to keep her footing as the powerful quakes shook her. Then the stone cracked, and a massive blue tentacle burst out of the ground, thicker than her arm and seemingly endless in length. Patterned with gold accents all down its rubbery mass, it matched the swirling leafy patterns that adorned Ambrosius' skin.

"Oh, I've been waiting to try these babies out. You're in for a real ride!"

Ruby wasn't about to let herself get captured and, like a drifting breeze, darted over the first grabbing swing of the blue tentacle. She pushed off its thick length to give herself some air as she tried to flick Ambrosius' way. He twirled her Scythe in his hand. Ruby was proving his point here. Without her weapon, she couldn't fight, merely delay the inevitable. A machine was only as strong as its weakest part.

A few more tentacles burst from the ground, but Ruby matched the move for move. She weaved through them, evading their grasp with tucks and rolls or great vaulting jumps. Her athleticism was impressive, and her body had a flow that Ambrosius appreciated. He could work with that as a base and make something special here.

Ruby was almost on him when he sprung his trap. A flex of his fingers and the tentacles going for Ruby didn't grasp onto her but split apart at the tips into mawed mouths, the insides lined with thousands more grasping blue tentacles. Ruby had been using them to vault off, but now her hands sunk deep into the waiting tentacle mouths, which snapped shut just shy of her elbows, raising her off the ground to dangle in the air.

Ruby felt the tentacles inside wrapping around her skin, suckering down until she couldn't even move a single finger. She felt her gloves shifting out of sight, the tentacles sliding them off her hands and away into their depths. The parts of the tentacles that kissed her skin addled her mind, soft and tender as a warm kiss rolled in with a lapping tongue. Their sheer number made her mind spin from all the sensation, legs kicking in the air.

"Hey, hey! Let me go already!" she yelled, silenced only by a tentacle wrapped around her head and through her open mouth. Her teeth bit down, but the spongy surface absorbed the bite, and her cries became illegible, muffled protests.

Ambrosius floated closer, the towering spirit looking down at Ruby as he put the tip of her Scythe to Ruby's throat, silencing her protests. Then he dragged it down in a slow trail along her body, cutting her bodysuit from neck to hip with a steady hand. Crescent Rose's blade glided through fabric that'd turned lesser weapons in the past with contemptuous ease.

"Now we're getting somewhere. Let's see what we're working with here," Ambrosius said as one giant hand took her cloak and tugged it free, tossing it aside like a dirty rag. He got a kick to his stomach for that, rippling abs not even shifting as Ruby flailed at him. She might as well have tried kicking through steel for all the good it did.

"Well, now you're just being difficult," Ambrosius sighed and flicked his hand at her.

Two more tentacles swallowed Ruby's legs, rolling along her thighs as they sucked her boots right off, spat them away, and then caught those flailing legs again. Trapping them in the same rolling tentacle tongue nests that had ensnared her arms. The tentacles got nice and fixed, then pulled her taught, spread-eagling her limbs out while Ambrosius looked over her with the discerning eye of an art critic.

"You're fit, I'll give you that, but it's all smooth muscle, and you want to wield a beast like this," he said as he lifted the Crescent Rose in one giant muscled arm. "You need some real muscle behind it. It should hit strong enough to carve anything in two, and I bet you're just using it to toss yourself around like a leaf. Letting the tools do all the work is just a lazy, lazy attitude, and I know you're not a lazy girl. Big yellow believed you've put in more than enough work."

He pressed a shining blue finger to Ruby's bare stomach, the girl hanging in the air transfixed as her poor brain tried to keep up with the ever-changing situation.

"This should be hard muscle by now, but something about you keeps it soft. Betrayed by your own body?" he shook his head. "Hate seeing good work go unrewarded. Let's get to fixing the problem."

Ambrosius waved a hand to the ground and then drew a trio of tentacles up by an invisible force. Letting them coil around his arm, he held them out for Ruby to see. Her wide eyes roved over three tentacles no thicker than her finger, each with small suction cups molded into the end. Incredibly delicate tentacles flicked around the cup's rim, stroking inwards as if trying to grab at the empty space.

"First up, connection. Reaction. Getting your body primed for change means the blood has to pump! The heart hammer in your throat."

The tentacles surged forward, two rubbing up along Ruby's small breasts and spiraling around them in a long squeeze until the suction cups reached her nipples. The slathering kisses on her arms and legs had left them hard as Ruby welled up with strange emotions and the tentacle's cups slipped over these stiff nubs with a tiny pop. It felt like nothing more than a gentle touch until they constricted, suckling in on themselves hard.

Ruby's cry through the tentacle wrapped around her mouth would have echoed all the way back to Atlas as a white-hot jolt of sensitivity crashed through her body. The tiny tentacles lining it were just as merciless as the suckling pressure, teasing at the taut flesh and sending their own little thrills shaking through her body.

But that was only two tentacles, and while the strong reaction was a fantastic start, Ambrosius wasn't one to do anything less than perfect. The last tentacle wound around one of Ruby's thighs and crept up between her legs. It parted the lips with the gentlest of nudges, clinging to the walls of Ruby's pussy as it sought out its target with the focus of a deadly hunter. The thin tentacles around the cupped end used incredible dexterity to peel back the skin hiding the clit. It gave the cup a clean shot to surge forward and clamp down on the little nub. Ruby went stiff as a board, muscles tense as stolen breath hammered out of her lungs. If she'd thought her nipples getting sucked on was intense, she'd only been warming herself beside a candle. Now a firestorm of sensations had descended and laid waste to her senses.

Her muffled cries took on a pleasured note, eyes fluttering as she bucked her hip against the suckling cupped tentacles. Protests were washed away in a tidal wave of body-shaking pleasure, which only made the suction tentacles grip down even tighter and tug in ways that made her limbs go weak.

"Now that's a start!" Ambrosius clapped, "You're alive now, every vein burning and every muscle ready to be pressed into service."

He waved his hand, the ground rolling open as another two tentacles rose from the ground. Far thicker this time, one rippled with ridges along the whole length and pulsed as if it had a breath of its own. The other was a simple tentacle until the end, where it gained the shape of a cock that'd have made even the most experienced of women's knees tremble, golden lines swirling around the engorged head and down the length in long sweeping lines.

"Now we start the infusion. These two thick beauties will help reshape your body. Shattering your mind just a temporary side effect."

The tentacle around Ruby's mouth slackened and slipped away, but all Ruby could manage was a cry of ecstasy now that she wasn't muffled by the spongy length. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she tried to force some of the brain-melting pleasure out of her body with her voice. The wide open mouth was all the invitation the penis-tipped tentacle needed, crushing itself against her lips and forcing her jaw open as it pressed in. The tentacle rippled over Ruby's lips as it ground against the tight fit, a messy spit-laden battle won inch by inch.

Combined with the suckling suction cups, Ruby's mind was becoming a warm fog, thoughts lost in hazy, indulgent pleasure. A bump began to form on her throat that only grew as Ruby deepthroated the tentacle. The rippling of the hard surface over soft squeezing muscles made her dizzy.

There'd be no reprieve, Ambrosius guiding the ribbed tentacle between Ruby's legs and sending it in to kiss at the sopping wet entrance. Once again, the tool was far girthier than the hole it had to fill. Not that it was about to let that stop it, Ruby was still held fast and spread-eagled, so she could do little to buck her hips away from the intense pressure put on her wet pussy from the ribbed head. The tentacle pressed hard enough that Ruby's spine bent back, the tentacles' grip fastened to her limbs straining to hold her secure. The head of the ribbed tentacle ground back and fore as if trying to drill right into her. Already soaking wet from the orgasms the suckling tentacles had ripped out of her, the gold lines of the ribbed tentacle were soon shining as juices dripped over them. The tentacle became slick enough of the juices to spread Ruby just a tiny bit wider.

Ambrosius had seen Ruby squirm plenty already, but this pussy splitting action set her off like never before. Ruby thrashed against the tethering tentacles and moaned around the thick length plumbing the depths of her throat. Sweat soaked her body, dripping off her pert chest and down her thighs as a welling orgasm burst in time to the first ridge finally breaking through the dam of her pussy lips. It slid in with a thick slapping sound as it slammed the first ridge into sensitive flesh and stretched Ruby to the breaking point. Then the next peak of the tentacle came and repeated that same torturous press, Ruby no looser for letting the first pass and getting no less mentally destroyed from the overwhelming pleasure.

The blue tentacles in her mouth and pussy began to glow in their cores. Flowing power inside, their rubbery depths surged forward to pour into Ruby. Her body drank it all in like it was a fine wine, absorbing it faster than it could flow, and Ambrosius leaned in to watch his work take shape.

Ruby's whole body swelled, stretching against her restraints and easing the pressure on her pussy and throat a fraction. The changes came in slow pulses, tiny adjustments that'd be easy to miss for someone who didn't have Ambrosius' flawless eyes for detail. But he saw Ruby's soft stomach give way to a delicate shading of defined lines, the swell of her breasts as they pressed up and out, becoming firmer and rounder. Her legs lengthened, and the rest of her body surged out to keep up, arms thickening and shoulders broadening. At the same time, Ruby's spiky black and red hair grew at the tips to become an even more unruly mess. Her slender gymnast legs thickened in the calves and thighs as muscles grew and filled out her figure.

The change was visually striking, but Ambrosius had been careful in making sure to draw her latent potential out in a way that felt natural. He didn't want her turned into a muscle-bound monster, but tall and fit, the kind of powerful body any fighter would salivate to have. The expanding chest might not be in that spirit, but he had put her through this exhausting experience. The girl deserved a bit of a cherry on top of the ordeal.

The tentacles enjoyed the larger throat and mouth and snatched the opportunity to really begin pounding into her. Spit and cum came away in long ropes as tentacle broke her developing new body with so many thumping orgasms Ruby couldn't keep track of them. She twitched and squeezed around the tentacles as orgasms crashed into one another, intensifying each other to higher peaks and leaving her without a moment of pulse-quickening pleasure. Orgasmic bliss put new muscles to work as she twisted and writhed, unable to contain all the forces flowing through her.

Ambrosius roved his eyes over her time-frozen friends. It was a shame they hadn't all asked for this treatment. What he could do with the yellow-haired one who was already rippled with strength! Ruby was going to be a true fighter when she came out of her transformation, but Yellow Hair could have been a heroine of myth itself.

Or maybe the short but prim girl with the white braid? Perfect breeding that he'd take all the best parts of and make shine, show her off as an example of her bloodline's true perfection.

And a Faunus? The things he could do with a Faunus, rebuilding that slender cat into a true lioness.

A deepening in Ruby's moaning had Ambrosius look back with a puzzled look, not that the problem was difficult to spot. Just above her plundered pussy, a bump was forming. It wasn't from the ribbed tentacle that had now swelled to knot itself deep inside her as it continued thrusting, ensuring not a single inch of Ruby's pussy escaped a thorough pounding. This was something new, blue and gold mist swirling around it as it took shape and broke away from the skin.

He hadn't planned this at all.

A cock was taking shape above Ruby's pussy, with an accompanying set of balls that slapped against her skin as she bounced on the tentacles. It was cute, which may have suited her before, but Ambrosius had created a powerful body worthy of respect, and it didn't match up to what she had become.

"Well, if we're going to do this, let's do it right, shall we?" he brought forth more tentacles, one's he'd had to think quick about to make such a specific design for an unexpected task.

"This is to stop you squirming," Ambrosius said to a Ruby who probably didn't know who she was or what was happening anymore. He waved a tentacle that was more of a long string of joined round growths. "Well, squirming is relative, and at least you won't be rocking around on your supports there."

The tentacle dove out and slipped around a stomach that now sported a rather impressive six-pack. Holding Ruby's stomach, it rolled over her rear, the round bulges of the tentacle slapping her ass with a meaty clap and getting a muffled cry from the sharp impact. Then they plundered the only hole Ruby had left untouched, the balls slipping into Ruby's ass with wet pops that made her eyes roll back into her head. Sure he could have probably just held her waist, but this gave Ambrosius so much more control! Every flex of the tentacle had Ruby's hips writhing to keep up as round tentacles rubbed over fresh flesh and made Ruby's head spin.

The anal-bead tentacles rolled inside Ruby and turned her thoughts into bursting fireworks until she learned to hold her hips forward for Ambrosius and his last set of tentacles. One opened its maw just like the tentacles wrapped around Ruby's arms and legs and went for Ruby's newly formed balls. It took them in its mouth and clamped down to keep them locked tight, the end of the tentacle swelling to a form-fitting bulge. The last tentacle was a massive version of the suction cup driving Ruby's nipples and clit to wild excess, the cup wide enough to press a fist into and tongues lined around its edge as long as her forearm.

Ruby's new cock was only a few inches long, but the tentacle lapped it up, and the tussling mess of tongues raced to slather every inch of it. A tentacle blowjob was irresistible, and her blood ran hot as the overwhelming new experience topped every mind-shattering moment Ruby had had so far. The power that flowed down fed along the tongues, bathing Ruby's cock and balls in heat, the bulges in the tentacles swelling as they reshaped that cute cock into something far more impressive. Ambrosius didn't make mistakes often, but this had been a capital M Mistake. He couldn't undo his work, not in the purview to destroy. So if he had to leave this girl go with a cock she didn't ask for, then it was going to be the best damn one to ever grace a human.

The slurping tongues of the tentacles slathered themselves over the new length, and the endless mass of tentacles fondling Ruby's balls didn't give her even the faintest chance of resisting an orgasm. It was an impressively messy one as a new girthy 9-inch penis slammed home into the tentacle's mouth. Powered by a set of truly impressive balls, Ruby shot thick ropes against the power stream. The two crashed together to form a glowing blue and white mess that blew all over her thighs. The tentacles let her drop as her body gave in to sheer orgasmic exhaustion.

"Heh, first timers. Ah well, she'll get used to her new stamina with time."

Ambrosius looked over his work and rated it a six. For six foot six, with a six-pack and a chest six times the sizes it had started with. Well, maybe not that excessive, but it was something of a wonder to look at now. Ruby's body bristled with raw, contained power, muscles strong enough to bend steel, and the curves to make anyone watching her do it melt into a puddle.

Hopefully Ruby liked women because with all that and what she had between her legs? Ruby would find herself hunted down by anyone who crossed eyes with her, and Ambrosius didn't mind that one bit. His work should be appreciated.

But a mystery did lie unsolved here. Why had Ruby grown a cock exactly? Usually, he didn't make mistakes quite that extreme.

Ambrosius got out his eyeglass and gave Ruby's new cock a thorough look over on a deeper level. It was like looking into a mirror, blue and gold energy crackling under the skin.

"Oh. Maybe I put a little too much of myself into this," he said, tipping his head to consider the situation. "Never let my power out to stretch its legs before, but I did want to see something interesting today. Let's see what you can do with it, Ruby Rose."

---

Clean-up had taken a while, and it'd taken an even longer for Ruby to stop blushing a shade of red so bright it matched her hair.

"Wow, I never thought I'd be taller than Yang," Ruby said, towering over her frozen sister. Then she squeezed her chest and made a quick comparison. "Oh wow! I'm bigger than her now as well. Woof. She's never going to be able to tease me again."

"I'm glad you like it," Ambrosius said, floating through the air like he was reclining on a couch beside her.

"No, no, no!" Ruby pointed to him without looking. "You don't get to say that. I'm still tingling from what you did. You could have warned me!"

"I did say to watch what you asked for."

Ruby repeated his words in a mocking tone.

"Well, I did!" he laughed.

"Watch out, I may have to ... to ... do all that to make it work was never mentioned! You giant blue ass."

Ambrosius laughed. "Customers, always so picky."

Ruby punched him, and he actually felt it this time. It wouldn't leave a bruise or anything, but it was a colossal improvement over earlier. He really had done an excellent job on her.

"I'm almost scared to ask," Ruby said with an angry huff of air, "but I have one last favor you can do me. It's important."

"Of course! Of course. We'll call it even then. I don't want you going away upset."

It really didn't feel like even AT ALL. But Ruby needed help before her friends got unfrozen, or she'd die of embarrassment all over again. She held up the remaining shreds of her top to her chest, now comically small for her.

"Can I get some new clothes?"

Chapter 2: Yang

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The sun's last daylight shone across a strange city, choking on an overabundance of plant life. The golden light of the day shined off uncountable glass panels, the whole city refracting the last light to cast a golden glow on futuristic vehicles littering the road. Ivy and flowers fought for space with chrome and glass binding them down to the ground so securely they’d all but become a part of it. They gave the pristine cars a colorful flair like they were waiting to participate in a parade for the final fusion of technology and nature.

One of these buildings had a tree growing out the front, branches having snagged the large chunky letters of the building sign off the front. The sprawling branches had jumbled them up as they had grown out until the full name was impossible to untangle. Only the last two words remained now, "Heroes Gym." Inside, Yang Xiao Long was lying on a bench, a blue dumbbell in each hand as she did sets of bicep flies. Each slow and steady stretch squashed her chest, but she was putting no genuine enthusiasm behind them. Usually, she'd have been elated to find a gym in a strange new world, but even changing into some form-fitting gym clothes and working out in a mirror, her reflection gave her no pleasure. The clicking whirr of her prosthetic arm made the exercise frustratingly uneven, the burn of the workout only flowing down one side of her body.

It was such bullshit!

They'd made a place to get everyone from Atlas to safety and had been attacked the moment they'd tried to organize things. Things were chaotic enough, but she'd barely gotten a blow in before that annoying pintsized two-tone pest had sucker punched Yang. Neo had swiped Yang with her umbrella and knocked her right over the edge of the emergency portal room into the abyss below.

She knew the others wouldn't just abandon her. They'd win and come for her! Ruby had been a little unsteady in her new body, but Yang had seen the power she was putting into each cut. Ruby seemed utterly unbeatable, a towering powerhouse even with her unsteady familiarity with her new body. Once she learned to move, she'd be utterly invincible. It was weird to think Ruby would soon be the team's heavy hitter, but thinking about her was all Yang could do lately.

"You look like you're thinking something deep," a familiar voice calls, and Yang jumps, her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders as she jolts up to a sit. Ruby was on the bench opposite her, sitting back with her legs kicked out and a pinball smile on her face. It was a shock, Yang couldn't stop thinking about her, and now it felt like she'd just summoned her out of thin air.

Ruby wasn't making it any easier on her poor mind either, her usual outfit gone. She wore a figure-hugging black bodysuit with the arms and legs cut off. A belt-like strip ran through the suit just below Ruby's belly button, looping around her hips and cutting out a small thigh triangle on each side. It was a strip of fabric stretched to near breaking because Ruby now had some thighs that Yang wanted to see her crushing something between.

Fruit or... heads or... ugh, so distracting. Everything about Ruby was distracting now!

"Hey Ruby," Yang forced herself to give Ruby a smile even as her eyes roved over Ruby's body and took in her tall majesty. A chest bigger than Yang's own squeezed into that tight-fitting bodysuit, leaving the thing so taut it looked like it'd explode off her if Ruby took a deep breath. Powerful arms that she'd seen deliver some blows that'd made the air shimmer from the shockwave impact and a set of abs that made Yang intensely jealous.

Jealous! Of Ruby's abs! Everything was upside down.

"How did you find me?" Yang said, putting the blue dumbbells down. "This city is huge. Thought it'd take a few days until someone stumbled across me."

"I followed the sound of smashing glass and knew it'd be you," Ruby laughed. Her voice was still noticeably hers, but it had a thicker husk to it now, which was very pleasant on the ears. Yang might not mind so much when Ruby got into one of her overly talkative moods if it was going to be like this. "Someone had blown out all the glass on the front.

"That's me!" Yang grinned, flexing an arm. She'd almost forgotten she'd done that, but it'd been a great way to burn off a little anger after realising every car she tried had been turned into an immovable limpet by the overgrowth. "If I can't fix a problem, I can at least break it until it stops causing us trouble."

Ruby got up, to Yang's surprise, walking over and leaning in to squeeze a hand around Yang's bicep. Her grip was powerful, but Yang barely noticed as she was too busy eying the thin gap between their two chests. In close comparison, it was just so shocking! To be outdone by someone, she'd had to help find her first bra, both of them shared the embarrassment of spending a good while finding a store that sold one small enough. Now they'd have the opposite problem!

"You've always been so strong," Ruby said, holding onto her bicep. "I'm not used to it at all. I was bouncing around in the fight like my legs were rubber! Kind of embarrassing, really. You think you could show me the ropes?"

"Ropes?" Yang said, mouth dry as she only focused on the last word.

"Ropes!" Ruby said, waving her hand over the gym. "I know you taught me to pump iron, but I don't think I'm a beginner anymore, Yang. I've got muscles now I didn't even know existed. I mean, look at this?"

Ruby turned and flexed her shoulders, and Yang really couldn't drag her eyes away from admiring the way Ruby's muscles rolled along her back. She'd always had a thing for fit women, and the way her hands were sweaty and her heart was thundering in her chest, she knew buttons were being pushed. Hammered. Near obliterated from fists pounding on them.

"'m lookin'," Yang said, clipping her words as her tongue stumbled in her mouth. "How about I teach you to..."

She looked helplessly at the bench.

"You want me to lie down?"

Yang nodded, letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding when Ruby stopped flexing at her. Ruby gave her a big bright smile as she grabbed a seat right next to Yang, bodies pressing together as she nudged Yang off the bench. A gentle but powerful press gave Yang a clear feeling for all that strength Ruby had packed away.

It was just her being her goofy self, right? Nothing about it, right?

Focus on the weights, Yang. You can do that, at least. Yang raised the back of the bench, so it was inclined before Ruby laid down on it. She did Inclined lifts a lot herself because her chest got in the way of the bar if she was laid out flat. Ruby didn't need to spread out on the bench for Yang to tell that the staggeringly tall woman would have the same issue, but even worse. At least she'd already proved her back muscles were up for the challenge.

Ruby stared up at her as she began to load multi-colored weights onto the bar, guessing at a weight that might make Ruby's new body at least have to try a little to move.

"Hey, those weight colors, aren't they the same as the tiers in Dawn to Dust?" Ruby said, hands hanging over the bar as she kicked her legs, waiting for Yang to get ready. The idle gesture made the whole frame tremble, and Ruby clearly hadn't caught on to how much weight she was throwing around yet.

"D2D? Wow, I haven't heard that name in forever." Yang hoisted one of the blue bumper plates in one hand and a purple in the other. The purple was a little heavier. "Think you're onto something. I wondered why there were no numbers on anything. Guess who lived here before would know the color score, right?" Ruby bobbed her head as she rolled her shoulders in excitement. Not really an answer, but Yang took it as a yes. "We used to really go hard on that when we were kids. You still play it?"

"No! I loved its weapon designs, but I prefer the real thing." Ruby said, grabbing the bar as Yang stood back and lifted it, one smooth motion as she raised it up and just held it there.

"Reps! Up and down." Yang said after an awkward pause. She thought there'd be a struggle to lift it off the bar and raise it like it was made of straw.

"Oh, right!" Ruby laughed, raising and lowering it with ease. Scary to watch, Yang knew she'd loaded it up heavy to try to find Ruby's break point, and now she saw she'd undershot it by a mile. Just how strong was Ruby now?

"It was a good game," Yang said, desperate for a distraction. "But I never got deep into it."

"You just played it to stare at butts and make your character look hot," Ruby said as she pumped the bar, eyes accusing.

"Yeah!" Yang said, rubbing her neck as she watched Ruby's body in motion. It was so finely tuned that she couldn't help but stare, and the talk of butts made her very curious about what the back looked like. Yang had given up trying to convince herself she wasn't into Ruby's new look. She was just going to enjoy the view and worry about the consequences later. "Yeah, but now I get to stare at butts and look hot in real life, so the same reason you quit when you think about it."

"Really?" Ruby said, amused, as she laid the bar back up. "More, please. I'm not a little kid anymore!"

Yang went to find some of the gold plates. They'd be the heaviest if their game logic held true. She felt the weight on them as she tried to roll them out of the racks, arms straining to lift a pair as she walked them back over. Whatever they made this stuff out of was heavier than her gauntlets! If they ever lost their weapons here, they could always come back and throw these. They'd probably blast clear through a Grimm.

"Speaking of butts," Ruby said as Yang worked on fitting the new plates on. Yang flicked her eyes down, and sure enough, Ruby was checking her ass out. A warmth burned along her skin as she tried to process this. "Blake and Ilia, you ever going to do anything with them?"

"With their butts?" Yang says, thrown at the swerve in where she thought this was going. She locked the weights down with clips and tapped them for Ruby to lift. "What you getting at?"

"You were hanging out a whole bunch when we were at Mistral! The only time I saw them not with you was when they were out hunting for you."

"It wasn't exactly like that," Yang said, shying her eyes down.

"It was exactly like that! Blake took three hours getting ready to go to the movies with you. I know I had to help her do her hair."

Yang flushed as she remembered that outing. It'd never been officially called a date, but the movie had been nice, with the two leaning on her and stealing her popcorn shamelessly the whole time. They'd insisted on shopping after, and there'd be a memorable moment where she'd been dragged into the changing room with the pair while they were trying on lingerie. Yang desperately trying not to swallow her tongue as they pressed her for opinions while squeezing into thin outfits you couldn't have even used as a string. The images of it burned deep into her mind, along with those sly Faunus' giggles as she got increasingly flustered.

Okay, thinking about it now, that was most definitely a date.

"Oh ho, it must have been good if you're blushing! Yang Xiao Long is usually the one making girls blush."

"Yeah, I do!" Yang said, shaking herself back to reality only to see Ruby benching the heavier set of weights with the same casual as the first. What the hell? Were they not as seriously not as heavy as she thought?

"So you're going to ask them out?"

"Uhhh..." Yang faltered. "I mean, Blake's all cool, and Ilia is, well."

"Utterly smitten with Blake?"

"Yeah, it feels weird to get between them."

Ruby laughed, racking the weights and shaking her head.

"They really want you to get between them, Yang. I swear they'd just melt at the thought," Ruby purred, giving Yang a smokey-eyed look.

Yang was absolutely losing her senses here. If she thought about Ruby, she got hot under the collar. If they talked about anything else, it was just leading to girls she also found blisteringly hot. She couldn't keep working herself up without release. She tapped Ruby's shoulders and simply said, "Swap," her breath hot as she tried to get her head straight.

Ruby rose and switched, sliding a hand around Yang's hips to guide her onto the bench. A motion so fluid and quick Yang didn't even have time to complain before she was on her back, staring up at the steel bar and beyond it Ruby. The smiling minx crossed her arms over the top of the bar and stared down at Yang in a way she'd never seen Ruby do before. Like Ruby knew she was bigger, better, and absolutely relishing having Yang get twisted up in knots about it.

Ruby shook her hair and blew Yang a kiss, golden pollen glittering with tiny flecks of silver flowing from her and drifting down atop Yang. It sunk right through her gym clothes and into her skin, tiny blossoms of sensation that made her curl in on herself, legs rubbing together and hands squeezing the bar for support. Yang felt like she'd been showered in butterfly kisses. Her head was spinning at the near-total submersion of her body into that gentle caressing feeling.

It was intimate, like when Blake and Ila had decided they wanted to trace out Yang's muscles in another moment that, on reflection, was probably a date too. But surely that couldn't be what was going on.

I mean, it's Ruby! She gets embarrassed at the mere mention of kissing, and she could not be laying it on this thick on purpose.

This would all be so much easier to handle if Ruby wasn't smoking hot now. Ambrosius had a lot to answer for whatever had happened in the Vault.

"Can we talk about you?" Yang said, taking her hands on the bar and pressing up. Ruby lifted off with arms spread to give her a free go of it. It didn't even move a hair, not even as her arms servos span up and pressed harder than even Yang could do unaided. It felt like she was trying to bench the whole building. Impossible.

"Me?" Ruby said coyly, "Something interesting, you Yang?"

"A lot! Like how it happened, why you're like that now. How does it feel? Any changes? You still ... you?"

"It feels great, better than you can ever imagine, Yang! Like every little bit of exercise I put in finally paid off, Crescent Rose glides in my hands now, and well, that's just the fighting. The look is incredible, too, wouldn't you agree?"

Yeah, Yang would absolutely agree there. No question. But like hell, she was going to say it. Ruby was fishing for compliments, and Yang had hundreds on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn't about to spoil her that easy.

"It's just I said something in the Vault. Something that I think might have caused you some trouble," Yang said, trying to focus on the bar above her. Which was problematic when Ruby's gorgeous face loomed large right beyond it. "I just don't know what happened, and now you're all, all, a lot. A lot of you."

Pressing against the immobile bar, there was a soft clattering as she felt the tiniest bit of giving, and then it started to rise, slow and steady. It was challenging with her prosthetic as it couldn't keep up her good arm and the bar leaned slightly lopsided. Golden sparks crackled off Yang as she did one rep, arms shaking as she pushed herself to press it back into place.

"Good improvement! But you still seem to be struggling." Ruby teased. "I can show you what happened if you like. Really let you move this bar."

"Show? You don't have to. It's fine, I'll do better," Yang said, tilting her head back to look up at Ruby as she felt Ruby take hold of her wrists and slide them together. With just a stroke of her fingers, black vine stems race up the back of the incline bench and wrap around Yang's wrists, slamming them back against the headboard as they constrict until she's firmly handcuffed to the seat.

"Ruby!" Yang gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Looking after you," Ruby said as she slid round the bar, running a hand along Yang's side. Her fingers curled into the top of Yang's gym top and tugged on it, arching Yang's back as her hands were still firmly tied up. Chest forced to thrust out, Yang let out a staggering groan as Ruby cupped one in her hand and gave it a firm squeeze that made Yang's whole body shiver in delight.

"It's just like your Semblance Yang. You always bottle things up until you explode, leading Blake and Ilia on. Denying what you want because you want to look out for others." Ruby shook her head. "Couldn't even enjoy what you did for Penny because of all your guilt."

Ruby tore Yang's top with one powerful rip of her hands, Yang gasping as she felt the fabric burn lash across her chest. She exploded out of her sports bra as Ruby shredded it like it was nothing more than wrapping paper. Ruby's vines hadn't stopped at her hands either, winding over her stomach below her chest to hold her fast to the bench. They'd keep traveling further down, tying off the bottom of her thighs and snapping over her ankles. Ruby took a spot at the bottom of the bench, leaning between Yang's legs to look over her as she took hold of the end of a black vine and gave it a light tug. Golden light flowed down it, tiny gold flowers blossoming along its length as the power flowed along the winding lengths securing Yang tight.

"Ruby," Yang said softly, purple eyes pleading as Ruby stood there slapping the vine in her palm like she was about to whip Yang until she'd learned a lesson. "You don't have to do this. This is hot, but you don't have to act like this for me."

"Good! Because I'm not acting," Ruby said with a smirk and pulled on the vine in her hand. Yang let out a yelp as the vines went taught, golden petals fluttering in the air as the vines round her legs and hoisted her legs up in the air. They'd been secured around the back of the incline bench, and now Ruby was drawing them tight she was folding Yang in half, her legs splayed out and back with every merciless tug of the length in her hand. "You'll ask Blake and Ilia out next time you see them. You're going to stop bottling up all your feelings, and before this is over, you're going to admit you want this. Oh, you want this bad."

Ruby gave a sly little smirk and another tug of the vine. Yang groaned as she turned her head and saw her ankles hanging right next to it and slowly getting pulled even further back! Her ass was pressed firmly into Ruby's crotch, and through the shocked haze of everything going on, the bump Yang felt mashing into her ass left her with no doubts that she'd missed something really BIG about Ruby's changes.

"Is that? Ruby, why do you have that!" Yan gasped, trying to squirm against the restraints to look at it, but her chest was blocking her. The mirrors in the room gave a fantastic view of Ruby's rear, as firm as the rest of her stuffed into that bodysuit, but that wasn't what Yang wanted to look at right now. Ruby fumbled with her bodysuit out of Yang's sight, the sound of stretching as she parted something down there. Then Yang felt a heavy slap against her stomach that punched the air out of her lungs. She'd have sworn Ruby just karate-chopped her, but Ruby was using her hands to peel herself out of her bodysuit, and Yang could still feel that length's burning heat against her skin. Flexing her stomach muscles, she rippled her skin along it and got a light huff out of Ruby, who closed her eyes dreamily and thrust her hips in return, that enticing piece stroking along Yang's stomach.

It was torture that Yang couldn't see it, and no amount of struggling to get a peek helped, just pressed it further into her skin and confirmed what she already knew. That it was really fucking big!

Writhing in her bonds, Ruby gave Yang a bright smile as she peeled down her bodysuit and gave Yang her first look at Ruby's new body, completely bare. The defined lines of her muscles were all supporting a chest that, to Yang's slight envy, was somehow remaining firm and raised without an inch of fabric for support. The bodysuit hadn't been shaping things, just molding them, and Ruby's eyes locked on Yang as she took in the majesty that was the reforged Ruby Rose. Ruby clearly enjoyed the effect she was having on someone who'd always been the bigger of the pair up until now.

"And now, I will. Do the ... sex," Ruby said, staring down at Yang.

Turns out that giving Ruby the body of her dreams hadn't changed everything about the girl.

"You know what to do with it?" Yang teased.

"Yes! Of course," Ruby said, giving Yang's ass a ringing slap. "Shush, let me concentrate."

There was a long, awkward pause as she felt Ruby stroking along Yang's thighs, staring down at her pussy as she tilted her head back and fore.

"Just, if you need any tips?" Yang offered.

"I'll give you a tip!"

Yang snorted a laugh, body rolling with mirth in her restraints. Ruby stared daggers at her as the ridiculousness of it got to her.

"You know what? Blake and Ilia can have your pussy first. They've wanted it so bad." Ruby said, head raised petulantly as she got her hands around Yang's waist. "I know what bit I like best."

Yang's eyes popped as what Ruby was saying set in, and she kicked her legs in a panic.

"Ruby, wait, not dry, you have t-" Her last word was lost in a scream as Ruby slammed her hips forward and folded Yang even more in on herself. The thick head of Ruby's cock slid along the crack of Yang's ass and settled into the hole. Then everything became fiery, thought-robbing intensity as Ruby pressed forward, utterly heedless of Yang's warning. Yang couldn't get a word out as the breath was punched right out of her lungs. If it weren't for Ruby's terrifying strength, she'd have found herself grinding on that hole for hours with no progress. Instead, she stretched Yang out over her, slamming a few inches into her rear in complete defiance of what Yang's body was ready for.

More golden dust filled the air as Ruby groaned at the feeling of Yang's body trying to clamp down on her cock, the walls around it tightening as hard as possible to try to force her out. It was too much to even be painful for Yang, pure shock flooding her body as she tensed up. Ruby rolled her hips as she tried to grind in further, the bench groaning as Yang was pressed into it hard enough that it began to scrape slowly along the floor. This swirling of that fat head rolled across nerves that weren't ready to be crushed into a fine paste. Yang's brain was soaked with conflicting, screaming messages as her body struggled to even comprehend what Ruby had just done to her.

"Fuck!" Ruby swore, uncharacteristic for her, but from the half-lidded look of ecstasy on her face, she was going through an experience not unlike Yang right now. "So good, Yang. Yang, you're so tight."

She didn't let up as Yang's mind finally put thoughts into order and let waves of burning pain and pleasure flood Yang's body. A scream ripped from her throat as Ruby held up her hips, hammering at her with determined strokes. There was no way she could possibly fit in. Yang knew that in her soul, but Ruby's determination was winning out against silly things like the simple reality of the situation. She had a body built for fucking, and Ruby Rose was never one to do something in half measures.

Head crushed back into the soft padding of the bench, hands still tied off over her head; Yang was helpless to do anything but take it. Ruby was utterly lost in the feeling of getting her dick squeezed to heed Yang's cries, and even if she could, there was an edge to the pain that was so inviting. A rim of pleasure scratched at Yang's mind and helped to take the edge off it all, promising that if she held fast and took the pounding, she'd be rewarded.

Fuck, it really is just like my Semblance.

If she'd been able to think straight, Yang might have followed that thought to the idea that Ruby was doing this to teach her some kind of lesson.

The vines were getting awfully tight against Yang as Ruby worked her way into Yang's ass a little deeper with every thunderous stroke. Ruby was deep enough now that she could finally let go of Yang's hips and enjoy running her hands over Yang's breasts, squeezing the flesh between her fingers as she kneaded away. It all felt so intensely heightened, like Ruby's touch was so powerful that it demanded even stronger reactions from Yang's body. Yang's back arched as far as it could to feed her chest into Ruby's hands. Ruby worshipped them in response, fingers hot against Yang's skin as the golden dust spilled from her fingers and smeared across Yang's skin to make it sparkle and shine.

Yang felt like Ruby had taken two pins to her nipples as pain shot down them. Then warm relief flooded in as her chest swelled, literally swelled before her eyes as it rose to fill out Ruby's palms. Ruby mashed her growing chest together, leaning to put her head atop them as beads of white began to splutter and dribble from Yang's nipples, building up to a stream of milk that flowed across her growing curves to pool on her stomach, only to be shaken off as Ruby drove her cock deep. The girth forced Yang's walls to stretch and shift. Her stomach quivered as the deep pounding shook Yang's entire body. That tremble flowed through her and seemed to rattle her brain, scattering thoughts and leaving only the feeling of what Ruby was doing to her pressed into every excruciatingly intense moment.

Yang couldn't hold out against this. The feel of Ruby's length stretching her out. The quivering ripples of sensitivity that thick head left as it dragged lines through Yang's ass. The fullness in Yang's chest and the tingling of relief as more milk dribbled down her chest, rolling over Ruby's fingers and wettening them up all the better for her to maul Yang's increasingly sensitive chest.

A crashing orgasm was all but assured, and it hit Yang hard, a spray of milk splashing over Ruby's face and a squirt of cum splattering over Ruby's hips. Her pussy hadn't even been touched, and still, Ruby was deep enough that something was being pressed, and responded enthusiastically to that pressure.

Ruby was sweating, the first sign of exertion Yang had seen on her, but it wasn't because her pace was flagging. The feeling of Yang tightening and cumming underneath her was driving Ruby wild, new sensations electric hot in her veins and spurring her on to slam into Yang with such feoricity the bench could finally take no more and broke apart with a screeching tear of metal. Yang's arms came free with a snap as the weight-laden bar fell, and she grabbed it before it could crush her, holding it on high with straining limbs as she felt Ruby's dick twitch and then disgorge deep into her.

It wasn't like anything Yang had felt before. The moment Ruby's cum hit her insides, a roaring rush of power flooded out into every cell Yang had. A liquid pleasure that made her body scream in delight, Yang felt the power soak deep into her muscles, roll across her skin and even dig down to her very bones.

The first wave of growth snapped Ruby's vines right off her body. It felt like the entire room shrank slightly in one world-whipping rush. The intensity of it made Yang's limbs tighten, and the thick steel weight bar she was holding onto screeched. Then, unbelievably, she saw it buckle under her grip and bend. She'd always had muscle, but now she was seeing the same defined lines in her good arm that Ruby had lining her own gorgeous body. Her prosthetic was changing too, golden fluid rolling into the joints and thickening the metal, making the fingers more lifelike as it smoothed out the lines between the gaps. Wires that imitated muscle glistened as the gold soaked into them and became more potent and flexible. She could tell from how she'd left handprints in the steel bar and bent it near in half! The whole prosthetic transformed from a marvel to a masterpiece before her eyes.

Ruby pushed the broken bar back, and Yang let it go, a thunderous crashing behind them as it all bounced off the ground. Lacing her fingers through Yang's, Ruby helped slide Yang's hands down her growing body, around the curves of a lactating chest that was rapidly catching up with Ruby's again. Across the new ripples of abs that'd risen from her stomach in sets of rolling hills to just above her pussy, which absolutely burned with the need to have Ruby stuff it.

But cruelly, Ruby held her hands just short, holding them just above her slit as Ruby panted for air. The first orgasm Ruby had ever had struck her, and she looked dazed.

"This is incredible," Yang said, head still swimming from the feeling of being pulled out and filled with power.

"Just wait," Ruby said, voice reedy as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm not done with all this power I have in you now."

A bump began to form in Yang's hands, pushing them out from her stomach. She pressed back, and the shock of pleasure she got nearly knocked her clean out. A pillar of flesh sprung up through her fingers, fresh new skin rubbing against her fingertips as she gripped tight on the forming cock and got her hand pressed apart as she stroked it. The swelling mass not stopping until it was a perfect match for Ruby's own terrifyingly potent tool.

"Stroke it," Ruby purred "Trust me."

Yang didn't question it, it felt good to touch, and it felt even better to pump her hands back and fore. More than enough meat for both hands to get involved, even as they grew larger under Ruby's Creation magic. A brand new set of balls slapped against her thighs, and when Ruby cupped them in her hand, Yang nearly burst there and then.

Ruby's cock was still rippling along the walls of her ass, the pressure of it all radiating out to make parts of Yang twitch Ruby wasn't even touching. Adding a brand new massive cock on top of that? One that she was tugging at like a horny teenager who'd just discovered how good it felt, Yang was one moment away from popping like a cork.

Ruby seemed well aware, too, grinning as she slipped a thumb into Yang's pussy and pressed down hard on her clit, drawing the pad of her thumb across it as she poured her golden power straight into the little nub. Yang felt a sharp spike of sensation there and something cold brush against aching skin, but any touch at all would have been enough. She exploded, the floor cracking as she slammed powerful new shoulders down and arched her back. A torrent of cum rushed out to splatter all over Ruby's front, an excited squeal from the girl who hadn't expected to get painted white today. Her chest filled in the detail, a squirt of milk dribbling over the fresh coating of cum. The rush of juices from her pussy that finally added some lubrication far too late to Ruby's ass-hammering cock was just the cherry on top.

Yang's eyes rolled back into her head as a triple orgasm annihilated all thought, and she blacked out hard.

---

She'd come around eventually, and once she'd given her new body a stretch, gratified to see she was a little taller than Ruby, the pair had tried to move to other equipment. But one by one, each had ended up a broken wreck, and they'd had to settle for lying in a sweating heap on the floor, arms cradled around each other.

"I can't believe you gave me a piercing." Yang laughed, nuzzling the top of Ruby's head. A finger in her pussy stroked over Ruby's little addition to her clit, a thin ring of rose gold tipped with, what else, a ruby. The cheek of it.

"Love you," Ruby burbled, rubbing her face into Yang's chest. Once again, Ruby was horribly outmatched by it. Order restored. "Wanted to mark a part of you, like a stamp for my work? You can show it off to Blake and Ilia later."

"Yeah, I don't think that's what they're going to be looking at." Yang laughed, stretching out her arms. She'd always been fit, but now she was something else. Even her prosthetic looked like it could have punched clean through a tank and looked fabulous doing so.

"Depends where their heads are," Ruby giggled, "Sure, they'd love to get close up and admire it."

Yang felt herself harden at the thought of it. Damn, this new dick was going to take some getting used to.

Maybe Blake and Ilia could help her get familiar with that as well. While they were down there.

Yang looked at Ruby in her arms and bit her lip. It couldn't hurt to get some practice with it beforehand, right? She'd have to see if Ruby was up for another few rounds of exercise.

Chapter 3: Weiss

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Pressed up to the side of a truck's cargo container, the metal buckled as Ruby slammed Yang into it repeatedly. Hammering her hips against Yang's enhanced ass, Ruby ran a hand down the bodysuit she'd made for the golden-haired beauty. Yang had needed new clothes, of course. She was taller even than Ruby now and built like an exceptionally curvy tank. Arms thick with muscle, not to the point it formed ugly bulges but enough that Ruby couldn't squeeze her hands even halfway around them. As she fucked Yang up against the hard metal of the cargo container, Yang's prosthetic was now strong enough to scratch long grooves into the steel. Yang had always been strong, but with Ruby's Creation powers, she'd become a complete monster.

A gorgeous monster at that, breasts twice the size of Ruby's head squeezed up against the steel pleasingly as Ruby pressed Yang into it, working her cock deep into Yang's beautifully plump rear and ramming her whole length home. The clap of skin made that ass tremble. There was too much tight muscle for a full rumbling quiver, but the hard impact was satisfying, and the squeeze around Ruby's cock was divine. Yang was undoubtedly enjoying it, mewling under her ever so sweetly as Ruby's thrusts broke her thoughts apart with body-shaking bursts of pleasure.

This wasn't even the first time Ruby had driven Yang into some steel on this street and hammered her until she left an imprint. After their enthusiastic gym session, Ruby used her new powers to clean them off and make new outfits. Yang's tight fighting bodysuit was a figure-hugging calm grey piece, highlighted with bright golden yellows and a cutout on the chest to expose a cleavage so deep that even when Ruby had plunged her cock into it, she hadn't hit the other side.

Ruby herself had gone for a simple red shirt, only doing up a few buttons on the bottom, so it hung perilously open. It'd proven perfect for keeping Yang nicely distracted. The rush of power Ruby felt at making Yang go so mushy for her with just a slight jut of her hips was exhilarating, and she couldn't keep her hands off her newest work. Yang was a towering Amazonian beauty, and Ruby couldn't help indulging. The trail of worthless plant-choked cars they'd left behind them was proof of that, Yang-shaped dents in the sides and hoods of a path of them all the way back to the Gym.

It'd been terribly slow progress, but they were just having too much fun to stop.

An orgasm hit Yang like a freight train, and she smashed her head into the cargo container, the whole panel buckling as she groaned in satisfaction. Ruby had gotten really good at fucking her now, and her teasing about saving Yang's pussy for Blake drove her wild.

"Please, I need it," Yang gasped, her dick hard as a rock pressed flat against her stomach.

"No. Faunus gets their turn first," Ruby teased, slicking her fingers over the wetness dripping from Yang and giving the clitoral piercing she'd gifted her a playful flick. Yang's muscles tensed up so much from this sudden thrill of pleasure that her prosthetic fingers punched into the grooves she's been scratching in the cargo container and tore long furrows through the steel. Yang was so desperately horny that it left her gasping for air and she tore at the side of the truck wildly, fingers finding the grooves she’d cut and wrenching until the entire side came away like it was nothing more than paper. Ruby bent Yang over the gap she'd made and laid her hands on Yang's back, leaning in to see what Yang had just revealed in the truck's container.

"Oh, this could work very nicely,"

An absolutely massive vehicle with six wheels was inside. It looked like a cross between a dune buggy and a tank. The word 'Nomad' was painted on the side of the massive vehicle in bright white against the black and teal splatter paint job. There wasn't a key anywhere, but Ruby soon worked out she could just make one for herself, a hand pressed to the handle and feeling out the lock before filling it with hard golden light and turning.

Only I'll be able to even turn it on! Very convenient.

The inside was plush, with all-black leather seating and stowing space enough for six people to sit comfortably and still have room to move around.

"Fuuuck," Yang groaned from the spot Ruby had left her, wiping drool from the side of her mouth. "You make that?"

"No! You didn't even notice it here?" Ruby laughed. "It's bigger than you!"

"You're getting really good at fucking," Yang huffed, pushing her hair back. "I wasn't thinking about anything but you,"

Ruby grinned.

This new body is the best! I've never had this effect on Yang before!

It made her incredibly eager to find the others to see how they'd react to her now.

Little Ruby no more!

"You can drive?" Ruby said, popping her head back out of the Nomad to look down at Yang. Twirling a golden key in her fingers.

"Give me a minute. I don't think my legs work so good." Yang rising slowly. A fucked stupid wobble to her walk. She was tall enough she still had to bend to enter the massive vehicle, sitting herself gingerly down in the seat next to a grinning Ruby.

“Not just your legs that are hurting” Ruby said, bumping up to Yang’s hip.

"Yeah it’s so weird, it’s like my ass has been getting pounded for hours. Make space!" Yang pushed Ruby to one side, but Ruby clung to Yang's arm, rubbing her cheeks over Yang's muscles.

"Aw, I like it here, though. It's so very good."

"Not a chance. Move over. Or I'll sit on you, and you'll die."

"You sit on me, and I won't be the one screaming," Ruby grinned, grabbing the bulge she'd stuff back into her pants.

Making Yang blush a lovely ruby red was quickly becoming one of her favorite new things.

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The Nomad was a fantastic find. Not only did it drive like a dream, its engine a quiet purr, but its wheels were big enough that it could just roll right over all the abandoned traffic littering the street. The pair had no idea which way to go, so they just rolled along the streets, marveling at the massive glass building lined with solar panels. This place must have been a glittering gem before whatever fate had befallen it. Some of its majesty remained, even as nature slowly reclaimed its place. The blossoming flowers lining the concrete gave it a brilliantly festive look now. It was too pretty to be depressing, and the pair had enjoyed a brief reprieve from the fucking to bask in the fallen city's calm beauty.

They'd been going a few hours, the sun dipping out of the sky before the drumming sound of rain splattered off the Nomad's windows. It built, coming down harder and harder until the vehicle's wipers couldn't keep up, Yang having to lean and squint to pick out the road ahead of them. Glowing lights came to life alongside the road, a blue strip that pulsed and flowed away into the city.

"We should stop," Yang said. "This gets any worse, and we'll drive blind, and I don't want to get stuck."

"No, think about it. If the lights are leading somewhere, won't others follow them? Could be our best chance to find them!"

The thought of actually catching up with the rest of the team (And Blake in particular) seemed enough for Yang to press on, running alongside the blue strips and doing her best to drive around the black car shapes as they loomed out of the deluge. A few got crushed, but it's not like they were much use anyway. From how Yang was grinning at each shearing metal sound, Ruby guessed she was enjoying getting some revenge at all the times she'd tried and failed to start them.

Following the lights, eventually, the sound of the road changed under them to something smoother. The rain suddenly cut off to reveal they'd driven right off the road and into some kind of warehouse. With flat white paneling lining the walls, the room was completely bare except for a giant red Stop symbol that flashed on the wall in front of them.

"This place looks like a hospital," Yang said, settling back in her seat.

"Yeah, it has that spooky sterile vibe to it. You think we took an ambulance run or something?"

The window of the Nomad flashed to black, a few lines of programming code flickering at the bottom. Ruby hadn't even realized it wasn't just glass and reached out to tap it in surprise.

"Please don't muddy the smart glass," the Nomad's screen flickered, and the image of a woman appeared. A tall, thin lady with white skin, not a pinkish white like Ruby's, but a clean, crisp white that matched her lengthy hair, messily tied back with two tails left to drift down either side of her face. If not for black gloves and a tight-fitting black turtleneck, it'd have been tough to pick out the details of her. She wore a stark white lab coat that melded into her body, leaving lines just faint enough that she had a very statue-like appearance. It made her eyes even more vivid, a bright yellow with black eyeliner and long lashes. Gorgeous in an oddly clinical way.

"Who are you?" Yang balled up a fist, already primed to punch something.

"Good evening, ladies. My name is Gladys. I caught you driving in a storm, so I guided you here to shelter." Gladys gave them a smile, a small thing that seemed more amused at their situation than proud at being helpful.

"Thanks! It's really appreciated," Ruby said, "But we were doing fine in the Nomad. We actually wanted to see if anyone else came here? You're the first person I've seen apart from Yang."

"I am entertaining some guests," Gladys said. "Please come out and join them."

Yang shrugged, waving a fist at Ruby and raising an eyebrow.

"Let's see what she says first? She's been helpful so far,"

"I am always correct, yes," Gladys said. "I like that you've learned that quickly. Could you come out of the Nomad, please? I'd like to process you first."

The Nomad's screen blinks off with a snap, and the pair unbuckle and climb out.

"Excellent," Gladys said, appearing just outside the Nomad in a shimmering light, her body ever so slightly transparent. "If you could both jus- well, this is inconvenient."

Gladys was probably used to being tall, so her pupils had gone wide when she looked up at Ruby and even further at Yang. Yang stretches her newly boosted prosthetic arm to show off, working a muscle in her shoulder as she grins down at Gladys.

"This changes things considerably. I wasn't expecting a problem of scale."

"Problem?" Ruby tilted her head at her. "Why would it be a problem?"

"I built my guest rooms for a particular type of person. I misjudged the size of you, is all."

"Can't handle a real woman?" Yang grinned.

"No! That wouldn't be an issue at all. I just took you as the more average type."

"I like to think we're pretty exceptional now" Ruby patted her stomach, a heavy thump as her hand echoed off raw muscle.

"Yes," Gladys said, staring at the firm stomach. "Exceptional. That's the perfect word. Usually, those 'Exceptional' enough to have your stature, I give a different reception. It has been an awful long while since I've got to enjoy doing that, and it may even solve a problem I have."

She waved towards a white paneled wall, which broke apart into honeycomb pieces and rearranged itself, so there was now a door for them. There was a momentary pause, then one more piece at the top scurried away on its pistons in embarrassment to account for Yang. Gladys waved them over to the door.

"Come through. You're probably feeling cramped after all the time in the Nomad."

The walk following the holographic Gladys was unremarkable. The halls of the place had the same polished white as the parking bay and Gladys herself. All the white blended together, making Ruby, Yang, and Gladys' eyes the only points of color that stood out.

"It seems really clean and quiet here," Ruby said as another wall opened up into what looked like a relaxation room, mechanical arms from the ceiling still finishing fixing egg-shaped chairs full of cushions into the ground. They were set next to a small side table with a jug of water and some square glass tumblers on top. All but the tumblers were the same exhausting white as the rest of the facility.

"I am currently running optimally. Ever since the human elements of the organization left, I've been able to dramatically improve efficiency."

"Human elements?" Yang said, "So you're not human?"

Gladys simply reached her hand out and waved it through Ruby's torso, the blurring hologram only a slight heat against Ruby's skin.

"I manage several buildings for exceptional individuals and their guests, but no, I am not, as you say, human." She gave Yang a patronizing smile. "Will that be a problem?"

"No! Sorry," Yang said, head ducked as she recalled the problems she'd had here before. The last thing she wanted was to treat another robot like she was anything less than alive.

Gladys waved to the seats, "Then please, take your leisure. I'll be happy to answer questions you have while you relax."

The egg-shaped seats were strange, but they were undoubtedly comfy and big enough to stretch out on the pillows inside. Ruby dove right in, Yang following and taking her seat, still cheeks flush from some residual embarrassment.

"You mentioned a problem?" Ruby asked, pouring herself a glass of water.

"Some of my newest guests have been less than comfortable, and all my attempts to solve this seem to incite them further." Gladys sighed. "What little satisfaction I get from performing my duties is tied up in performing them well. It simply won't do,"

"So you're like a hotel?" Yang said, puffing up a pillow to rest her prosthetic arm on.

Gladys smirked. "You could call it something like that."

"We came looking for our friends, a black-haired Faunus with cat ears and a white-haired woman with a long braid?" Ruby said, "Not that we don't want to help though! If you pointed us their way, we'd be really grateful."

"Are you comfortable?" Gladys said, ignoring Ruby's question. The pair nodded, waiting for her to continue. "Excellent, then please enjoy."

There's a snap as restraints shoot out of hidden slots in the chairs, white straps looping over limbs and around chests and pulling tight, Ruby and Yang grunting as they're fixed into their seats tightly.

"Oh, I am going to punch you through the roof!" Yang spat, straining against the straps.

"Hologram, come on now. It's embarrassing you don't understand that yet, Yang. Ruby is already far ahead of you here." Gladys said.

"Wait, how did you know my name? I only said Yang's," Ruby said, testing the straps more gently than Yang's struggles to see if she could slip through. They seemed to adapt to the motion, not biting into the skin but firmly resisting them escaping.

"I manage several things in the city. Including a gym and the Nomad you've been driving."

"Oh. Oh, so you saw all that?" Ruby said, biting her bottom lip. "And you just watched?"

"It was entertaining and informative. I learned a lot." Gladys raised a hand, giving her fingers a click. Thin tendrils with tiny claws slipped out of the chairs' hidden compartments, grappling with the pairs of bodysuits and pulling them off with gentle tugs. Ruby and Yang had a lot of curves to get stuck on, but many mechanical hands made light work and struggle as they might. They couldn't stop being slowly stripped bare.

"You're just a pervy robot! I can't believe this!" Yang hissed.

"No, I am an exceptional host for exceptional people. Honestly! You're being as bad as my newest guests about this. Have things in Skugge really changed so much? I didn't expect everyone to become such sourpusses."

"Tying us up isn't being an excellent host!"

"Oh, you're quite right, actually" Gladys put two fingers over her mouth in mock embarrassment as she looked the pair over. "Let us get you properly comfortable."

Two mechanical tendrils come down for each woman, clear tubes wound around them but instead of ending in arms, the arms and tubes fed into a long candle-shaped suction cup. They dangled before the pair before guiding arms helped move them to run the devices over the women's chests. They felt odd, like rubber but softer, and warmed up to a pleasant heat. The suction cups stroked across Ruby and Yang's chests and fitted over their nipples, clamping down firmly.

"Fuck! That's tight," Yang hisses.

Ruby is trying to keep more composed, looking for an opening out of this. However, she's still held tight by the straps, and the suckling cups are a not unpleasant feeling to have over her nipples. Strange, but in a uniquely pleasing way.

"You're going to milk us?" Yang groaned. Ruby knew her nipples were sensitive, and these things were absolutely merciless. "You really a perv."

"While watching you in the Gym, I noticed a rather unusual thing happened. Something about your encounter changed you, Yang." Gladys said, coming over to sit on Yang's lap. She reached performatively for the ceiling, ghost hand caressing a third attachment that was lowering out of the ceiling for the pair. This one left nothing to the imagination, a fat tube ending this tendril with the unmistakable shape of a pussy imprinted into the end, the same pure white flesh as Gladys had.

"When Ruby and you had sex, something about you helped make you more remarkable. If I could turn my guests into more exceptional people, I would have something that could turn the city of Skugge and all within it on their heads. I'd control the power, who has it, who can get more of it."

"There's no one here, though?" Ruby said as the pussy attachment lowered to her waiting cock. The nipple teasing was working her up, and she couldn't stop herself from getting hard if she'd tried. It sank down and kissed her head, wiggling back and fore as it tried to fit over her.

"There will be in time. I'm willing to wait them out." Gladys said, "I have nothing if not patience, and when they return, they will beg me to let me serve them. I won't have this long, long period of boredom ever again."

Yang groans as the attachment tries to fit over her cock, which is a near-perfect match to Ruby's. It was a thick challenge for any woman, and the machine seemed to struggle too. Yang bucked her hips in her restraints, finding enough give to thrust forward into it. The attachment cracked clean in two, her girth simply too much for it as she split it apart with one triumphant grunt.

There's a long pause, silent apart from the lapping suckles of the machines on the women's nipples. Gladys stared blankly at the broken machine attachment.

Yang was giving Gladys the biggest grin, cockiness personified.

"Oh, don't be so smug about it," Gladys said frostily, clicking her fingers and sending the attachments retreating.

"You sure your guests are exceptional? You've been struggling with us."

"Yes! I just misjudged you is all."

"Been doing that a lot," Ruby said, joining in with a giggle from Yang.

Gladys' glare became so squinted it was just a tiny slit of yellow on her face as a new arm rushed down to replace the broken attachment. They secured straps around Yang's thighs so she couldn't break them again. The pussy attachments still were having a real time of it squeezing to press down over Ruby and Yang's cocks.

"The biggest you got?" Ruby said sweetly. "We don't want to hurt you again."

"Perhaps you'd just like to cuddle?" Yang laughed when the pussy attachment forced itself down with mechanical gears grinding. Soft, simulated flesh rippled over Yang's cock and squeezed it so tightly it blew all teasing thoughts right out of Yang's head.

"There, I made it fit," Gladys said with wounded pride. "You're being a lot of trouble for something that people used to absolutely relish in."

Ruby's attachment wasn't as rough, instead claiming her inch by inch. She knew how to get out of this. Her Creation Powers could race through this machine and easily change whatever was attached to it. She only didn't because, well, it felt really fucking good, and she didn't want to ruin her chance to enjoy it. Ruby had never fucked a pussy before, but if they were this tight, warm, and velvety around her cock, she couldn't wait to try it out.

"Fuuuuck," Yang groaned. "I'm mad, but this really feels amazing. I can't believe you wouldn't let me fuck you, Ruby. You've been enjoying this all day!"

"I thought you saved that cock for Blake and Ilia. You cheat!" Ruby teased, gripping her chair's armrests tightly as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.

"It's not real. Doesn't count" Yang's denial was undercut somewhat by the flush of red on her face, her massive chest heaving as she felt the machine ripple along her cock.

"Not real, you say," Gladys said, making a minor note on her clipboard. "Disappointing, the link system should be accurate enough that it'd be impossible to tell the difference. Every impulse, texture, and fluid saturation should be perfectly copied."

"Copied? From what?" Ruby said.

"Guess," Gladys said petulantly.

Ruby and Yang groaned as the attachment seemed to get even tighter over their dicks, the walls of it clenching and rubbing along them with a toe-curling tightness.

"I don't know, someone really tight!" Yang groaned, batting her head against the pillow. She didn't want to enjoy this, but it was so divine she couldn't help it. Her resistance was token at best now.

"You copied a virgin or something?" Ruby gasped. "Or someone really short?"

"Oh, you are close," Gladys said, flickering from Yang's lap to appear in front of Ruby, leaning over her with one hand pressed beside her head. "And who do you know like that?"

The answer seemed obvious. There was a clear frontrunner when she thought short and pure as snow.

"Weiss?"

Gladys clicked her fingers, and two hands on tendrils came out of the wall. They slowly and sarcastically clapped together as she rose to her full height.

"Well done! You are the clever one." Gladys bent a knee, sweeping a bow to the wall in front of the pair. The white tiles flickered and changed to a massive screen, and sure enough, on it was Weiss Schnee. Though not as Ruby and Yang had ever seen her before.

They had stripped Weiss down to a set of lacy frost-patterned lingerie. Ruby had to admire the thin lace and the classy look of Weiss' garter belts and stockings, even if her attention quickly went elsewhere. Her bikini bottoms had been shredded and hung in tatters off the edge of the table, her braid flicking over the edge as a long mechanical tendril tipped with a long white dildo was mercilessly plowing her pussy. She looked more bored by it than excited, her head laid back on the table as if trying to get back to sleep.

"See the issue?" Gladys sighed, "I've never had guests so miserable. I used to make my guests worship my very name, and she just curses me out."

"Maybe you should let her go, then?" Ruby said, scratching her armrest as the pumping pussy picked up speed, thumping down over her cock in great sweeps, the tightness of it completely intoxicating.

"No! I'd be terribly bored, and I need to test my theories. Though now I've got both of you here, I realize my copying wasn't exactly," she stared at Yang, who strained at her thigh restraints as she tried to break the machine again with a hip thrust. "Accurate,"

The tendril fucking Weiss withdrew, a dildo barely wet from Weiss' pussy coming with it. Ruby could see what Gladys meant. Ruby had been gifted a lot better by Ambrosius and given Yang the same, and Gladys' tools couldn't compare.

Wait, did that mean?

"It's Weiss' pussy!" Ruby said with a start.

"What?" Yang burst out, sweat dripping from her body. The tubing from the suction cups tied to her breasts had gone white as they milked her, and it was giving her a far harder time than Ruby as the dizzying sensation rattled around her mind.

"The things Gladys has on us, it's copying Weiss, and it's like we're fucking her. Kind of!"

The slow clapping hands start up again until Gladys shoots them a look, and they retreat into the walls.

"Yes, well done. You're up to speed now. Since it's clear Yang's milk isn't the culprit of her change, we'll continue. I just need to fix a minor mistake."

On the viewscreen, a new tendril appeared, sporting a far meatier dildo. One that Ruby saw was closer to what she and Yang were packing, and it mirrored the same problems Gladys' attachment had with Ruby and Yang. Weiss perked up considerably as she felt the massive object try to force its way in, but no amount of force was going to fix that problem.

"Oh, I get it!" Yang said, staring at the screen. "Gladys is terrible at sex."

"I am not! I am efficient and exacting."

"You haven't done it for however long this whole fall things been going on. You're treating people like they're just machines to be milked!" Yang grinned. "Ruby could fuck you under the table. Why don't you bring your body out here, and we'll show you."

"What? No, hologram, how do you not ... you're doing this on purpose," Gladys huffed. "Ruby, you don't agree with this battle tank masquerading as a person, do you?"

"I mean, you are having trouble, right? Maybe you are" Ruby couldn't think of a polite way to say it, so like when she'd got Yang bent over a car bonnet, she just hammered it home. "Maybe you are kind of bad at this."

Gladys didn't respond, but the pussies being thrust against Ruby and Yang sped up, the squelching of flesh against simulated insides reaching a fever pitch and the two girls howling as they thumped into their chairs by the blissfully tight confines far faster than Weiss could have possibly survived. In fact, on the screen, the speed was a perfect match, though this didn't help it find a way in one bit. Weiss just looked pissed at it as it bashed against her unyielding slit.

Yang and Ruby don’t last long, bodies shaking as they orgasm, balls tight as they jet ropes of cum deep into the machines and have it all slurped away into the clear tubes. Ruby's cum glowed in the pipes, a rich golden color with threads of silver.

"I knew it! Something special," Gladys said as the golden liquid was drained away. "All I need is this, and I'll fix all my problems. Hah! Genius,"

Ruby had built up a lot of stamina from her day with Yang. While the fake Weiss pussy was a genuine delight, the feeling of her cum infused with power rushed through the facility was more important to her. Gladys was taking it right to Weiss' chamber and, when it arrived, poured it down into the dildo that was pumping against her. Ruby dug into that distant potency, still a part of her without it being used, and exerted change.

The pure white dildo pounding Weiss flashed on the screen, and then went a pure gold, silver flower stems patterned like veins along it with artful blossoming red roses. Weiss gasped as the length pressed up to her again, but this time it pushed insistently at her entrance instead of hammering. A shimmering silver liquid dripped out of the end like an endless torrent of pre-cum, hot against Weiss' skin as it dribbled down her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Gladys says, spinning to look at the screen. "Stop this! This isn't what I planned. "

"You want to see what I did?" Ruby said, "Then you're going to see it all, and then, what was it you said? You'll beg me to let you serve me."

"I will do no such thing," Gladys said, unable to look away as Ruby seized control of her mechanical arm. The pouring cum spread its gold and silver patterning all along its length and into the white tiles of the room.

"Beg," Ruby purred and turned her focus back to Weiss. Thanks to the silver lubing she'd been using, the golden length was sinking into Weiss now, achingly slow. Weiss was shrieking in that wonderful mix of pain and pleasure, far louder than even Yang had when she'd first fucked her. Ruby had experience now, and she would do a much better job.

"Ruby, I can feel that!" Yang groaned. "The machine's matched up again, fuck it's like we're trying to drill through a wall. A deliciously soft wall. She's so ridiculously tight."

Ruby didn't worry about Yang. She'd be fine. Probably, it was her first time really getting to use her cock, and she wasn't even in control of it.

She'll have to deal.

Weiss wasn't dealing. The mechanical arms had brought a pillow down for her to bite on, and Weiss was savaging it, screams muffled as she rocked back and fore in her restraints. Ruby could feel from the feedback through the machine that her cock was only an inch in, but Weiss was a tight fit, and her nerves were probably all screaming fire right now as she took Ruby's enhanced toy.

Ruby grinned as she realized she didn't have to settle for just any old cock, so she added a rumble to the experience, a spine-tingling buzz that turned Weiss' screams up to an even higher pitch. The ripple through the machine to emulate it made Ruby tingle from tip to toe. She'd have to work out how to do this because it was absolutely delightful.

"This pussy is too good for you, Yang!" Ruby laughed, "I'm taking it off you."

Yang strained against her restraints as her machine stopped, golden sparks crackling along it. Frustrated growls as she tried to buck against it.

"You're a horrible succubus, Ruby! Give me something!"

"Oh, okay, but only because I want to see the look on Gladys' face."

The gold had spread entirely through Weiss' room now. The wall panels unfolded under Ruby's will to provide more mechanical tentacles, a few with long leather strips she used to snag around Weiss' limbs and left her off the table. Suspending her in the air from wires, Weiss' braid bobs before her as the pillow falls away, and she resumes her ecstatic screaming. Gladys watched in numb shock as Weiss went through a fucking so intense she couldn't tell if she was overwhelmed or orgasming her brains out. Possibly both.

Ruby had some spare leather strips left, so she had them wind up and whip Weiss' rear raw. As Weiss squealed in exquisite shock, Ruby extended a new mechanical dildo, a match for the other, teasing it along Weiss' beautiful heart-shaped rear. She had such a fantastic ass, and it really was a shame she kept it hidden under all those long coats.

"You want to put this in Yang?" She said, feeding the new dildo's experience to Yang's machine, so all that was happening was the light feeling of soft skin over the tip of Yang's cock.

"Yes. Yes! No torture, just let me feel it fucking her!"

Ruby laughed. Yang was too easy, and she let that silver cum flow out of Yang's dildo, pressing it in with the same intense slowness. Weiss' voice went up an octave again, and the glasses on the table between their chairs cracked as Weiss hit notes so high it made Ruby's skin twitch.

"Damn, Weiss, that's some lungs. You think she's enjoying herself now, Gladys?" Ruby said.

"Means nothing. She's just- just- overwhelmed. It's not better than me."

Ruby let her actions speak for her. Through the machine, she could feel Weiss' pussy massaging her perfectly, a tight fit that every motion had to drag and press every speck of the walls out of the way. From the deep grunting noises Yang was making, she was having just a good time of it, taking in deep breaths as the restraints holding her snapped one by one. She was so tense with pleasure the sheer stress of her powerful limbs was more than Gladys could contain.

Whips to her rear, a burning heat around the Yang dildo hitting deep spots of her. Weiss was already a mess before Ruby really got to work. Ruby had her own toy drag its girth along Weiss' clit as it dug deep to find the most pleasurable places to press vibrating bliss into. Absolutely merciless as it stretched Weiss around it to deliver her endless bursts of intoxicating pleasure. If Weiss was actually a virgin, Ruby didn't know, but from the breathless worshiping moans she was now letting spill out of her mouth, Weiss had never been fucked like this.

"Hear that Gladys? She's really praising your name now. Has she done that before?"

Fists scrunched up by her side, Gladys had her head turned away from Ruby in shame, watching the screen with stiff attention.

"Maybe I should tell her who is doing this. I'd love to hear my name from that pretty throat of hers. Since you couldn't do the job."

"Fine!" Gladys said, stomping her foot down. "You're better at this than me, there. Does that make you happy?"

"Now you know your place? I guess I don't have to hold back. "

Ruby's dildo was only halfway in, but Weiss' thighs were already coated in her own cum as every inch she took came with its own body-racking orgasm. Yang from the rear only heightened the intensity, breathless orgasms crashing into each and heightening the passion into a mind-melting explosion of pure bliss. Weiss was drooling as she hung from the straps, all sense fucked right out of her head by the merciless toys as she tried to comprehend the sheer white-hot intensity of the orgasms she was suffering. Ruby's feedback attachment slurped down on her cock as Weiss' insides sucked her in, rippling over her cock as a bump formed on that pristine Schnee stomach from the tip of Ruby's dildo.

She only regretted she wasn't there with her to press her hands into the skin and plant bites on that perfect Schnee neck.

Well, someday, I'll get my chance.

The power swirling through the room she put to use, her golden seed pouring into Weiss as she came her brains out. The power flexing along muscle and bone, sizing up and hardening it. Yang, she'd turned into a paragon of power, but Weiss, she felt, deserved something different. Ruby remade her limbs long and powerful, so she could tower as high as Ruby did now, but with a more slender look. Still, that belly Ruby wished was bulging with a real cock instead of a fake one deserved some definition. A nice six-pack to ripple fingers over and give the heiress some much-needed strength to her swift fencing style.

The feeling of change was a delight, but the fucking Ruby was getting through this fake pussy was enough to heighten it to the point her cock lurched, and she felt the thrill of her balls emptying once again. More power raced down the tubes to fill Weiss' belly, soak into her expanding body and pour strength into thin muscle. Ruby didn't want her to rise past her height, but she felt she probably owed Weiss to at least match her after this.

As Weiss hung from the straps, wholly broken on the pounding cock, Ruby did the last pass of another masterpiece. A little less definition in the muscles gives her a more refined look than Ruby's rough-and-tumble gym rat style. A brand new cock now hung down in the air, flopping about in time to Weiss' swinging braid. Ruby knew she was big but was she really that big? She'd never seen herself hanging down like this.

No wonder Weiss and Yang wailed in delight when she used it. It was a proper work of art.

I should sign my work!

A sharp cry from Weiss as Ruby pierced her nipples and added a little ornament. It just felt right.

"Satisfied?" Ruby said, slowly breathing as she came down from her orgasm to look at Gladys. "That a proper looking after of your guests?"

Gladys smiled. "Exceptional. Perhaps you would like some victory cake to go with it?"

"I'd like my friend back and you to promise to stop bothering us."

"I thought you wanted me to beg?"

"Well, I was trying to be nice, but now I want that too." Ruby took a deep breath as gold raced over her chair, and she stretched, snapping the restraints. Gladys took a step back.

"Hologram, you can't do anything to me."

"You sure about that?" Ruby grinned, swirling her hand with silver light flowing around her fingers.

Gladys' eyes only got wider.

"Please. Ruby, you're a master at this, I can tell. I'm not worthy of criticizing your talents. I'll aid you however you wish, give you a friend. Anything you ask," Gladys said, sinking to one knee. She sounded genuine, finally broken under Ruby's power.

"Actually, I would like that cake," Yang said. "And a towel. If it's going,"

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Yang had gotten a whole sheet cake for her troubles, all white frosting, of course, and was enjoying it with her feet kicked up in the Nomad. Gladys had delivered Weiss with a renewed set of that gorgeous ice-patterned lingerie. Weiss was finding her seat in the back of the Nomad, a red blush still on her cheeks as she sat down and examined her long limbs in shock.

"I changed just like you both," she said, voice still hot from the day's excitement. "Well, except these"

She pressed a hand to cup her breasts, now considerably more than a handful than she'd had before. Ruby could see the rose gold barbells through the lace, rubies glittering on the ends, and she had to fight back a smile. They really looked good.

"They're suspiciously in your style, Ruby Rose!"

"I'll tell you about it later." Ruby laughed. "It was a kind of unique situation you were in,"

"Unique doesn't even begin to cover it," Weiss sighed, squeezing her chest. It certainly felt good and even the lightest of tweaks to her nipples were a shocking thrill now. "You better get me some new clothes,"

"Of course! I mean, I made Yang her bodysuit, and it's amazing," Ruby smirked.

Weiss looked at Yang and blushed hard. Yang was sitting on a bath towel entirely in the nude. The tray of sheet cake balanced on the most monumental pair of breasts Weiss had ever seen. She was sure Ruby's bodysuit was amazing, but Yang didn't need it to be a sight to behold. It made new feelings rise in Weiss that she didn’t know what to deal with.

She settled for playing with her breasts more, fingers squeezing firm as she imagined how Yang’s even more plump set would feel in her hands. Unconsciously rising out of her seat in excitement, a head-cocked glance from Ruby was enough to snap her back to her senses, slamming herself back in her seat guilty. It’s a force of sheer will to not bounce right back out as her red-raw whipped ass blazes with heat as it’s forced to crush against the leather seats. Squeezing her legs together to fight through the pain, she feels an even bigger problem rise.

"Well, it turned out all right in the end," Weiss said, pressing her hands down in her lap to keep her newest stiffening organ at bay. "I've never felt so powerful. More than worth the degradation, though it's a shame we couldn't have burned the place to the ground as we left."

"A shame! Maybe you'll get revenge some other time, Snow Queen?" Yang laughed, taking a massive bite of the sheet cake with complete disregard for manners.

"Maybe. I would love to pay my brother a visit once it's all over, and I think I could take him down a peg or two now."

Yang coughed on her cake so hard at that mental image she almost turned blue.

 

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Gladys was taking apart the golden room piece by piece, saving up every drop of that precious silver liquid. How had Ruby done it? It made no sense, every physical law broken effortlessly over her supple thighs. She'd had to give them all they wanted and more. She could only hope they didn't have more demands for her and left her to get back to her job.

Her guests, yes, about those. She rolled through her cameras, checking in on them and biting back a curse. During that mess, two had gotten out! This was unacceptable. The pair used their powers together to disappear and then tear through the facility like butter, ripping the metal walls right out while Gladys' eyes looked elsewhere.

This was a disaster.

While caring for two fit women with red and blue hair was aesthetically satisfying, they'd been just as much trouble as Weiss, if not worse. Maybe she was better off refining her methods for now.

Gladys crossed off Lost Victory and Range Master from her list of guests and then, having glimpsed a better way to do things, got to work.

Chapter 4: Blake

Summary:

It's Blake's turn, but Blakes is already on the prowl.

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It'd been a month until she'd dared to eat the berries from the oppressive tangle of plant life that choked this world. The bitter juice was so unpalatable that she'd had to force herself to swallow it. Every time the taste hit the back of her tongue, Blake swore to herself she'd find something else to eat. But there was so little left in this world, plants tough and completely inedible no matter how much she boiled them and birds rare in the sky. The river she'd followed down from the mountain had a few fish, barely a mouthful, and they were suspicious of her, hiding out of sight the moment she took out her blades like they knew what was coming.

The berries were always there as a last resort, and Blake was worried she was starting to enjoy their taste. Her clothes were becoming tatters, thorn snags and scrapes from the rough terrain, wearing away at her black pants and leaving trails of smooth skin open to the air. She'd torn up her white jacket for scraps a long time ago, carefully rationing out the makeshift ties when the twisted plant rope wasn't strong enough to hold. Survival had been hard and, at times, hopeless. Blake had never struggled with being alone, but now losing her friends was hurting. She wanted to hear their voices and join in on their jokes when she didn't feel awkward. She wanted to see Yang's body move, constantly entrancing and gossiping with Ilia about her in private.

It hurt not to have that, but the need pushed her on even as the lack of proper food wore at her limbs. When it became too hard to stroll, she'd staggered, marshaling the strength to put one foot after the other. The river seemed endless, but it had to go somewhere, and there'd be cities where there was a coast. She'd find a way home.

Progress was measured in meters these days, but she persisted, even if it seemed hopeless. Her body was streaked with sweat and dirt, and her clothes were ripped until they barely hung off her. Blake felt her strength ebb once more and tucked herself up in the cubby formed by some tree roots, leaning her head against the wood, small chips tangling in her hair that'd grown out long once again. The babble of the stream in her ears, she let exhaustion creep over her and drag her back to sleep.

She dreamed of being held in powerful arms, cradled to Yang's chest, safe and protected from the world.

When she woke to her surprise, the reality wasn't too far from the dream.

-----

Blake had met some strange people in her time, but the family that had found her by the riverside was stranger than most. Muria, her savior, was a staggeringly tall woman built like she was made for punching through mountains. She'd carried Blake like she was nothing more than a doll through miles of the endless forest. She wore a thick strip of black cloth for a blindfold, a beautiful contrast to the long white hair that rolled down in messy waves across her shoulders. Weiss would throw a fit at the casual messiness of it, but even she'd have to admit it looked good. Muria was the dependable one of the family and doted on Blake since she'd been carried back to the grand mansion they called home. The supreme matriarch of the house, but motherly to all.

Nick was more the boisterous man of the house, always coming and going with a story as wild as his long white beard. As wide as a barn, he loved to show off by picking Blake up and putting her on one of his flexing arms. She still found it annoying, but Nick was so cheerful he was wearing her down, and she barely complained about it anymore. They never expected Blake to earn her keep in the mansion. However, she still insisted on joining Nick on his errands as soon as she was strong enough to walk again, even if half of them were just doing some small amount of lifting and carrying while Nick got lost telling people one of his endless stories.

The city of Skugge was strange. Fabricators provided all people needed at the touch of a button, so work was done almost as an excuse to keep fit and meet people rather than from necessity. Worries about the plants invading the city and choking it just like the old ones were never far from people's lips, but it hadn't stopped every house from decorating itself with colorful blooms. Nick hadn't needed her today, so she'd gone with the third and last of the family instead.

Uriel was a woman who looked like she could barely contain her power, taking after the best of both Nick and Muria. She was tall, broad, powerful, and had the self-confident aura that could sweep you up and carry you along like a leaf in the breeze. It reminded Blake of Yang, and the two had become fast friends. Uriel delights in helping Blake come out of her shell and enjoy herself. Be it through some blistering sparring sessions, where Blake had to use every dirty trick she knew to come out ahead of someone with so much raw power over her or helping Blake get a little more adventurous in her clothing.

Most embarrassing of all was how freely she talked about sex!

Muria, Nick, and Uriel's relationship was so open and wild that Blake couldn't keep up with it and her Faunus ears heard a lot more than she'd ever wanted to. It was such an ever-present part of the house that she couldn't avoid getting drawn into the conversations about it, even if she had little experience. The Trio seemed to find this funny and would lay it on thicker until the embarrassment got so hot it made her sweat, and she had to sneak off to cool down.

Blake and Uriel were in the market today. The rest of the citizens of Skugge didn't have the white hair of the Trio or the height, and Blake hadn't found a suitable answer why that was. A market where everything could be made at the touch of a button should have been barren, but it was packed with people pressing their newest creations on others. Sweet candies with unexpected flavor twists, decadent pastries, beautiful dresses, and wraps are all given away freely in return for a bit of praise or even a smile.

"This'd look good on you," Uriel said, turning to show Blake something that you couldn't even charitably call a bra. A thin strip of black lace with just the barest shallows to hold up her chest.

"Dream on," Blake said, batting at Uriel's arm. "I'm still getting used to showing my belly."

"It's a good belly!" Uriel leaned down to pat her hand on Blake's stomach, lean from all her days of hard survival but filling back out now. She was being spoiled rotten.

Blake laughed her off, but she couldn't deny Uriel's assessment. She'd been shamelessly praised for her looks, enough that it didn't even make her blush anymore, and it had let a little more daring creep into her wardrobe. She was only wearing a fancy black sports bra and black leather trousers worn so tight they looked painted over her thighs, yet she was still more covered than half the people of Skugge. The humid heat from all the plants and a casual attitude to sex meant people only wore a lot to show off the designs. Uriel herself had a corset on that her expansive chest was already threatening to escape, the straps creaking with every breath.

"Come on, it can't hurt to try," Uriel grinned, holding the thin strip of lace up to Blake.

Blake sighed, reaching out to take the lingerie before Uriel decided she'd tug Blake off to a changing room and try it on in private. She couldn't resist the pull of her enthusiasm when it got going. The lace felt nice under her fingers, and Uriel always had a good eye for her size. It'd be a squeeze, but it might fit with some struggle, just like most things Uriel picked her out. As she considered slipping off her top for a quick fit, her eyes pricked up at the sound of a familiar voice.

"You can't eat the whole stall! Calm down!"

That prissy, uptight voice didn't fit Skugge's friendly lax atmosphere, but Blake could pin it anywhere. She took off at a run, Uriel shouting after her as she pushed through the crowd. Surely it couldn't be?

It wasn't, or at least, it didn't seem to be. The woman looked much like Weiss, but she was much taller, with long white hair in a braid that swung down to brush against a perfectly taut butt. She has tight, lean muscle on her body, the kind you get when you hit the gym hard, intending to get fit rather than to show off. Even if she was just in a plain white shirt and an ankle-length blue dress, she still made it look like it was clothing fit for a queen.

Weiss would have been spitting with jealousy.

Ears drooping at the idea she'd tricked herself, she looked to see what was going on. It was a bakery, making fresh dough treats instead of printing them out. She'd had a few before, gooey caramel-packed things that gave you a ridiculous sugar rush that made you want to bounce off the walls until you could work it all off. The store owner, a friendly old man who rarely spoke, stood by beaming with pride as two people were putting on the most ridiculous show.

They had laid warm trays of cookies out, and two Amazonian women were going through them like an industrial wheat thresher. The one Blake hesitated to call the shorter of the pair was wearing a black frock coat trimmed with red, a figure-hugging bodysuit underneath that was doing a lot of hugging around curves on a body just as fit as the copycat Weiss. Powerful arms were throwing cookies into the red-rimmed hood at a rate that made Blake's throat tighten with concern.

Her partner was even worse. Red Riding Hood was tall, but the woman beside her was an absolute mountain! Blake had to blink twice to make sure it wasn't a shaved bear, but there was no denying the flowing blonde hair draping over those big arms. She was so tall she had to bend to fit inside the market stall, face down towards the ground, as she scooped up cookies and ate them almost whole. It gave a view of an ocean of cleavage on a chest so unruly in size it was stretching out the "Point Towards Enemy" black block lettering on a khaki T-shirt that already had tears developing from its struggle to contain this beast of a woman.

Wait. Wait, that was Yang. That had to be Yang! No one could wear something that stupid with such shameless confidence! Why was she so ridiculously huge?

"Yang!" Blake called out, waving both hands at her without thinking about how it might look to the rest of the crowd.

 

The blonde giantess turned to regard her with an expression of mild curiosity, cheeks flushing as she realized where she was.

"No fucking way," Yang said, crumbs rolling down from her mouth to be forever lost in her cleavage.

"Yes, fucking way! You know how long I've been trying to find you all?" She pushed through the crowd to get to the stall, jumping back in surprise when she came up next to Weiss, who must be the real one after all, and realized she was the short one of the group now. By a lot.

"Perhaps you should have cast your eyes higher, Blake," Weiss said, looking down at her with smug amusement.

Blake flushed hotly, glancing between her friends as she tried to fit these new looks into her perception of them. She'd known Ruby had gotten tall before their fight in the Portal Area, but they hadn't had long to get used to it. Now it was everyone?

"Needed a big body to keep that enormous head on your shoulders," Blake huffed, batting at Weiss' arm. You can make a Schnee taller, but it just made them even haughtier.

"Mfmghgmf!" Ruby said, mouth still full of cookies and giving Blake a thumbs up.

Yang had stopped eating, fixing her with a hungry look that made Blake feel like she knew just how those cookies had felt moments ago. Ears twitching as she rubbed her arm, she approached her now even bigger crush.

"You're all looking good. What happened? I wasn't expecting this," Blake said, staring up at Yang, neck craned all the way back while she paced her arms up and down Yang. Her crush really was a giant now.

"I found a gym, got buffed up, and now I'm the biggest bitch in town," Yang said, winking at her.

Blake had missed this idiot so much.

"There you are!" Uriel pushed through the crowd and stopped to look at the group, eyes flicking between the three and then returning to Weiss for a good second look.

"Blake, introduce me. I think I'd know a group of women this pretty."

"They're my friends! Teammates! I told you about them?" Blake said, still catching herself enjoying the new look Yang.

"You missed a lot of details," Uriel said, looking Weiss up and down. The heiress gave a little snort of a laugh at the attention and flicked her braid back over her shoulder, chin up as she pretended not to enjoy the attention.

Ruby swallowed, tapping her chest as she made a few coughs from the cookie crumbs, the fat ripping under the beating. The motion in the corner of her eye distracted Blake from Yang. Ruby, not being flat as a board, was still something she was getting used to. Ruby pushed back her hood and rubbed her mouth with a sleeve, looking over to Uriel. "Blake's seriously the best teammate. Are you a friend of hers?"

"Uriel. We've grown close. I like to think."

Yang was staring daggers at her from that alone, and Blake had to reach up to tap Yang's cheek on tiptoes to reach over her chest.

"Close friends! We're close friends."

"Right," Yang said, looking down with a fond smile at the kitten. "Knew that"

Sure she did.

"You should come by ours! We can throw a party for you all and introduce you to Skugge properly," Uriel said. "I'm sure Blake would love that, wouldn't you?"

Blake froze. She knew just what Uriel’s parties were like. How did she get out of this one?

"That'd be great!" Yang said, "We've barely gotten used to real food and people again. I'd love to go full fancy. Kick back and enjoy myself."

"Oh, absolutely. " You didn't need Blake's ears to catch Uriel’s amusement. She really shouldn't have told her about her crush on Yang, and this was such a blatant setup.

"Well, maybe they'd like to get comfy first. Ease them int-"

"A party would be delightful," Weiss said, giving a polite curtsey to Uriel. "I've not enjoyed one for some time, but we've little to wear, I'm afraid. I'd hate to make poor guests."

"Oh, don't worry," Uriel grinned. "I can get you all something. I've got an extensive wardrobe. I'll enjoy getting to share with people my size for once."

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Blake was going to die.

-----

She hadn't wanted it to be a big thing, but Nick and Uriel didn't really know how to do small, so they had filled the halls with food, wine, and guests. Any excuse to hold a party, and this one was better than most. Blake couldn't bear to face all that attention, so she'd hidden away in her room, and despite her best efforts, Ruby Rose had tagged along. She was hard enough to say no to when she was short and bubbly. Now Ruby seemed to have newfound confidence to back up her enthusiasm, and it bulldozed right over all of Blake's objections.

"I still don't understand how this is all happening," Blake said, curled up on her bed. She'd gone over what'd happened while the group was elsewhere a few times, and it still wasn't clicking.

"Shoot, sorry." Ruby was looking through Blake's wardrobe, trying to pick a dress. Though she seemed more amused at Blake's new, less reserved style. "Okay, super simple. Ambrosius boosted my body and gave me the power to change things. Blake and Weiss changed near me!"

"But how?"

Ruby laughed, holding up a short cocktail dress. Blake shook her head. It was nice but far too plain. She needed something special for tonight.

"Aw, it's cute, though. Fine." Ruby huffed, putting it back. "It'd take a while to explain! It's fun, though. They loved it."

"Your idea of fun is designing a new sword or binging on sugar. It doesn't explain Yang getting all... all... Yangier!" Blake said, flopping her head back against the pillow. Then taking another and pressing it over her face.

"I've changed! Grown-up, if you haven't noticed?"

"Sense of humor still terrible," Blake groaned through the pillow.

"Hey, groans are just reluctant smiles. Now are you going to get dressed for Yang or not?"

"We're not even dating! Don't say it like that," Blake replied as she threw the pillow at Ruby.

Ruby easily dodged the pillow before she dragged Blake along the bed with a swift pull, Blake yelping as the friction burned along her back. Ruby had a grip on both of Blake's legs and a glowering look on her face. Blake had never found Ruby scary, but she had the body to pull off a death stare now, making her rub her shoulders uncomfortably into her bed sheets.

"It'd never work. We flirted for ages, and it never happened."

"Yeah, because she's nervous! She thinks you're too good for her."

Blake scoffed. "What? Me? Have you seen her?"

"Yes! She's incredible but still thinks you're too much for her. Promise," Ruby crossed her heart.

Blake really wished she wouldn't. Ruby had a dress that made Blake feel even more plain, a gorgeous red number that stopped right at her chest, a large square cut out above the curve of Ruby's chest to show off skin. The straps over her shoulders had thin gossamer lace hanging off the sleeves, decorated with silver roses patterns and the thighs had the same, all showing off Ruby's body in a way that made Blake hot under the collar. She dreaded seeing what they'd put Yang in.

Ruby pressed her breasts together and grinned at her, rolling her chest in her hand.

"You like these? Yang's are way bigger. You know you want to get out there and claim them."

"Worst Team Leader ever," Blake said, but she was smiling. It was hard to stay mad at anyone with tits that good.

"Find one who'd do this for you, and maybe I'll accept second best! Now no more complaining. " Ruby swirled a finger, golden power trailing after it. "I'll help a little with the dress, but you got to do the rest."

"Fine. " Blake kicked her legs over the end of the bed, offering out an arm. "You put me in something ugly, and I'm putting you through a wall."

"See? You and Yang think so alike" Ruby tapped Blake's arm, and the Faunus gasped as her clothes melted away. Before she could even pull back to cover herself, liquid black rolled out of Ruby's fingertips and over Blake's skin, a soothing cool to it all as it flowed down to her arms and legs and formed long black silk gloves and tight fitting leather thigh-high boots, the openings trimmed with gold. The dress was the same sleeveless style as Ruby's, but instead of straps, it wrapped around her neck like a collar, flowing down her sides to emphasize her chest, which, until today, Blake had never thought of as small. The extra emphasis the curve-hugging dress gave was appreciated, and the thigh gap was just the right length to draw eyes.

It was drawing Ruby's right now, Blake flexing her leg out and kicking Ruby's thigh.

"Enjoying your show?" Blake teased. "Not many have seen me naked, you know?"

"Yang's so lucky," Ruby said, still unable to look away from Blake's thighs.

"You're a terror, Ruby Rose. Wish me luck."

"I can do better than that," Ruby reached into her cleavage, drawing out a tiny golden key. "This is better than good luck."

"That's probably still warm. I'm not taking that."

"What?" Ruby stared at it. "But it's important! I kept it safe. You'll need it!"

Blake leaned up to knock a fist on Ruby's head and took the key.

"I trust you, even if this sounds very suspicious. If this is a joke, I'll show you the well we have outside. You can get a really good look at the bottom."

Ruby shifted her gaze to Blake's rear, the dress hugging just as well as it did her chest. "I promise it isn't. I'm not stupid. See-"

"Disagree. You are a lovely fool a lot of the time."

"Not stupid! See you soon."

With that, Ruby vanished, leaving Blake alone to gather her courage. She had a very flattering dress and a weird key, and she'd tried to get Yang with less.

-----

When she finally entered the main hall, the crowd hushed to look at her, and Blake could feel her cheeks burning. She then debated leaving a Semblance Clone and returning to her room, only Uriel’s encouraging smile keeping her from flight. There was polite applause. For her! Just wearing a dress! Such things Blake never would have dreamed of happening.

It froze her to the spot, and Uriel moved over to bail her out, joining Blake by the door.

"How does it feel to be beautiful?" Uriel said, putting a head on Blake's back to steady her.

"No idea."

"Oh, don't be so modest. You're breathtaking. Enjoy it."

Blake didn't have the heart to tell Uriel that she felt anything, but not after all her confidence.

"Go on inside. The people will love you. Especially one, I'm sure," Uriel said.

"This better not all be a setup to get me a date!" Blake hissed, trying to give people smiles as Uriel steered her through the crowd. Uriel had a backless dress that showed off her tanned and well defined back, which meant a trail of gazes was following them. Or at least primarily because of that, Blake still wasn't ready to admit she was getting her fair share of her own.

"Well, I better not tell you that." Uriel laughed. "Muria said that she would have everything ready for you in the penthouse. You just need to get her up there."

"Things? What things?" Blake was stumbling now, Uriel’s pressing hand unable to entirely compensate for her limbs freezing up with shock. "Oh, you didn't!"

"Only the best for you, Blake, we've enjoyed hosting you, but I know you'll be going with your friends. The least I can do is leave you with a night to remember."

"Terrors," Blake huffed. "At least enjoy yourself."

"Oh, your white-haired friend is exciting," Uriel said, glancing at Weiss, who was wearing a snow white dress trimmed with ice blue feathering that seemed to highlight her graceful curves. The pale haired beauty was busy animatedly talking with Nick and Muria while delicately grasping a glass of sparkling wine, the very picture of an intrigued prima donna. "I think I'll enjoy myself quite a bit tonight."

"Weiss? Never, she's too cold."

"A challenge? Well, now I'm just even more interested." Uriel laughed, "Perhaps I'll get to see if white hair is a sign of quality from your world too."

Poor Weiss, she didn't know what was coming her way. Blake's mind was racing, thinking of something to say or do to save her friend from getting rolled into bed by her voracious adopted family.

But all she could think of was a certain blonde, and when she came into view, her mind raged at the sight of her.

That rascal Ruby Rose! That absolute terror. She'd picked matching dresses for them, Yang's Gold with Silver trim to her Black with Gold, except Yang had a whole lot more curves to fill out. Blake looked sleek and sexy, and Yang looked like a conquering Amazonian Queen. Uriel pushed her in the direction of Yang like she was a grenade with the pin missing and swerved off towards the waiting Weiss. Blake's strangled call didn't summon her back.

So she had to stand there, staring up at Yang and then even higher once she'd had her fill of those massive breasts and was ready for those dazzling purple eyes she'd often dreamily stared into, hopelessly trying to knock her clear interest into that dense brain.

"Hi," Blake said, lamely forcing out a single word through sheer willpower.

Yang grinned. "Hey, babe."

"You look..." Blake started, unable to come up with anything more than 'amazing.'

"Like a goddess." Yang finished, closing the gap between them.

Blake wanted to melt away. Yang's chest was achingly close to her face. But she forced herself to stay put, her hands curling around Yang's waist to hold the taller girl off. It was all happening so dizzyingly quick that it felt like a dream.

"Dance?" Yang said, rolling her hands around Blake's hip in return. The press of her palms on Blake's side made her legs feel weak just to be in the presence of Yang. It really felt like being in the presence of a goddess. Unworthy and uninteresting next to someone so buoyant and full of life.

"What?" Blake asked, confused.

"Let's dance," Yang said, pulling her closer by the hips, and they both stepped out onto the floor. Yang took gentle, slow steps as she held Blake to her body.

"I..." Blake tried again, "We...I..."

"Caught you staring earlier," Yang said, guiding Blake with her as she moved her feet.

"You're nice to stare at," Blake mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush red hot.

Blake didn't know the steps. She didn't know what her feet were doing at all. She could feel Yang's abs through the silk of her dress; they were so firm it seemed unreal. Everything about this was mythical. She was dancing with Yang! So close and so quickly!

"Why, thank you. But you should know by now that I'm always nice to look at." Yang smirked. Blake wanted to sink into the floor, her face burning bright crimson.

"I didn't mean-"

"Shhh," Yang hushed, hugging Blake closer, so her face was pressed into that enormous chest. The soft press of breasts against Blake's face stole her breath right away. This clinched it. She'd died and gone to heaven.

"Just relax. Let me lead. If I move too fast, just stop and wait for me to catch up."

Blake laughed into Yang's chest, her grip tightening. It was nice to be cared for like this. It gave her a little confidence it'll be okay.

"Waiting for you to catch up takes a really long time," she teased back, hesitant but hopeful.

"I know," Yang said, "All those dates you took me on, and I never even noticed what was happening. I missed out on a lot."

"Yeah, you did. Some amazing underwear you never got to see."

Yang's eyes widened at that. "Seriously?"

Blake nodded, blushing furiously into Yang's chest.

"Well, you can show them to me later," Yang said, leaning in and kissing Blake's cheek. A delicious tingle shot down Blake's spine. Yang's lips were just as warm and soft as she'd imagined.

"And you'll let me?" Blake asked, surprised.

"Absolutely," Yang said, letting go and stepping back. Blake tried to keep up with her. Yang was moving so smoothly that it was hard not to stumble.

Blake spotted Ruby across the room, standing beside the dance floor, light shining off the muscle of her arms as she spun to the music. Every movement she made was smooth and elegant, the dress's fabric sliding effortlessly along her curves. She seemed a completely different person from the Ruby they'd all known.

She was beautiful.

Her face shone with an inner glow, a radiance that lit the room brighter than the sun pouring in from outside the grand hall's windows. Ruby's spiky hair was swept back, shining with a million tiny sparkles that danced in the light.

"What really happened to you all?" Blake said, leaning into Yang and enjoying the smell of her up so close. The feel of her muscles excited her, they were more than enough to pin Blake to the wall, and she wanted to try that. The soft squish of her breasts was perfect for kneading into. Everything about Yang was intoxicatingly wonderful, and Blake really wanted to indulge.

"I wish we had a few hours together. I'd tell you everything." Yang replied. "If I give you a short explanation, your head would probably explode."

"Head explosions. So sexy," Blake teased, tapping her hand on Yang's stomach. "You sure know how to charm them."

"Charmed you, wasn't even trying," Yang grinned, picking Blake up off the ground with one sweep of her arms, holding her to her chest as she leaned in to rub foreheads together.

"I can change my mind, you know?" Blake said, legs dangling in the air as every part of her screamed with excitement. So strong, so effortless! She was so wet right now that dripping all over the dance floor was becoming a genuine concern.

"Then I best make sure you don't," Yang grinned. "Want to find somewhere private?"

"Penthouse," Blake said in a rush, remembering what Uriel had said about things waiting for her. "I'll lead. You go quick? Not sure I can wait."

Yang carried her the whole way there, and Blake enjoyed every hurried step.

-----

The top room of the mansion was a place to enjoy the true lap of luxury. Blake hadn't come up here much since it was usually where visitors got taken for the Trio to get their brains railed out. She'd not really wanted to get in the way of that. Plush leather sofas, fluted wine glasses, a roaring open fire, and thick shag rugs that looked comfier than many beds Blake had slept on. Even in her fancy dress, she felt out of place here, but Yang treated it like any other thing, as set dressing for the show that was herself. So she'd strode in confident, dropped herself down on the sofa, and got Blake comfy in her lap.

Sitting in that lap was bringing up a lot of questions for Blake quickly, but Yang was moving even quicker. Their lips met and Yang led her in a slow kiss that transformed into a deep, ravenous one. Yang's tongue teased its way into her mouth, playing with hers until Blake's knees went weak, and she melted into Yang's embrace. Blake's hands roamed over Yang's body, feeling the firmness hidden in her chest if you dug your fingers deep enough into the pliable flesh, running her hands through those impossibly thick locks of blonde hair, tracing every curve of Yang's body.

Yang returned the favor. Blake's hair had grown out again in their time apart and Yang seemed quite fond of twirling it around her fingers, before tugging on it to pull Blake's head back and expose her neck.

"Ah!" Blake gasped, her hips pressed down onto Yang's lap. There was something hard there, not just the hardness of flesh but metal, and rubbing her hips against it didn't help her trace out the shape. But it certainly fired Yang up. She was growling hungrily as she grasped the collar of Blake's dress to lift it up.

Blake squealed, embarrassed at being exposed when Yang still hadn't taken off a stitch of clothing, but she found the strength to wiggle out of the fabric, lacy black underwear, all she had on underneath the tight-fitting dress.

"So hot." Yang trailed a finger down Blake's body, drawing a burning line that made Blake squirm in anticipation. "I don't deserve something this good."

"Oh, shut up. " Blake put a hand over Yang's trailing finger and brought it up to her mouth, kissing the fingertip as she kept a lock on Yang's eyes.

Watching the excitement build in them as she rolled her lips over the digit and curled her tongue around its length, tasting the saltiness of sweat and arousal. Even a single finger from Yang felt big for Blake, but all it'd taken was a little attention, and Yang was frozen with anticipation of what Blake would do next. Having that kind of control over someone as strong as Yang felt good, and she didn't want to surrender it back, so she kept going.

She sucked the finger into her mouth, drawing it deeper, nibbling along the pad, and licking the tip playfully. Yang groaned, fingers gripping the armrests of the couch tightly as she tried to hold back. Her hips rocked in Blake's lap, and Blake could feel the pressure building between them. No more waiting. She had to know what was going on. It was a beautiful dress Yang had on, but Blake couldn't wait to worm her out of it, so she grabbed the front of it with one hand and pressed into Yang's chest firmly with the other, pinning it in place. The fabric was tough, but Blake hadn't been idle in her time in the mansion and all those lifting chores had given her at least enough muscle to tear a dress in two, the ripping of silk loud as she tugged a tear down Yang's front.

Once the rip had started, it got a lot easier. Both hands into the gap and bodies grinding against each other as Blake tore the dress off Yang, marveling at every inch of flesh she unleashed. The fine toning on Yang's arms, the rippling abs, the smoothness of her skin, and the warmth radiating out.

Yang was panting heavily as she felt the pressure of her dress rippling over her skin as it got torn to rags, eyes screwed tight shut as Blake ran her hands up the underside of her breasts, enjoying the feel of them spreading to fill her palms and their staggering weight. She felt completely outclassed. They had to be twice the size of her head, more even, and the hard nipples were too tempting to not sink her teeth in.
Yang gave a strangled cry as Blake bit down firmly, making her squirm and rock her hips into Blake's. A splash of something warm bathed over Blake's tongue, rich and creamy. It was a very welcome surprise, and she rolled a hand into the breast as she teased out a little more. Yang was clawing at her back, fingers burning lines over Blake's skin as she let out heated gasps that could well have been screaming if she had a moment to draw a full breath.

"B-Blake!" Yang panted, trying to keep her voice steady despite the desire taking hold of her.

Blake could feel the bulge straining in Yang's pants. It was a thick line over her thigh, hard parts of it teasing at her flesh. As much as she hated to leave her treat go, she popped her lips off the nipple and resumed tearing the dress until it came away and laid Yang completely bare.

Yang has something extra Blake had been expecting by now. The press against her thigh wasn't exactly subtle, but what she found was far beyond her expectations. Yang was staggeringly well-hung, and the stiff length was straining against a series of golden metal bands. The engorged flesh pressed up against the metal and swelling around it, Blake had worked Yang up enough that her cock's prison was barely holding her and Yang whimpered when she pressed a finger to some of the skin between the gaps.

"Fuck, Blake. Don't tease!" Yang howled.

"Tease? Me?" Blake said, pressing another finger to the flesh and walking her fingers up and down the rings. Every press made Yang buck against the sofa, chest bumping against Blake's body as she rocked in place.

"Blake, Blake. Blake," Yang stuck on repeat as her mind skipped, "Please, I've been waiting so long."

Blake couldn't help but laugh, running her palm around the cold metal rings and giving an experimental squeeze. It wasn't enough to compress them, but even the light touch of her palm between the gaps made Yang dip her head and chew at her own bicep in pent-up frustration.

"I didn't know about all this, throwing a lot at me right now. Why are you even wearing this?"

"Ruby's idea," Yang said, voice muffled by her own flesh. "She wanted to wrap me up for you"

"Ah, so this is what that key is for," Blake said, drawing the small golden key out of cleavage. It'd been the only available place she could put it and Yang looked at it like it was salvation itself.

"Blake..."

"You," Blake said, running the gold key along Yang's cock, the rings chiming as they bounced off the metal. "Have a lot you should have explained. I think you owe me for all these surprises"

"I'm going to fuck you senseless babe," Yang gasped, every chime a thrill that made her cock swell painfully against the metal. "I'm going to throw you against everything in this room and break it. Make up for all the lost time and then some, promise. Promise"

She sounded so desperate and needy. It sent a thrill through Blake. To have Yang under her begging like this.

"Blake, goodness," a new voice called, and she whipped her head around, hands coming up to cover her chest.

It was Uriel, with Weiss hanging off one arm and Ruby on the other, the pair leaning their heads dreamily on Uriel's shoulders. Their dresses were mussed up and Uriel had Weiss' blue lipstick trailing all along her neck. Uriel was leering at her like she'd just won several bets.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Blake said in a rush.

"Really, Blake?" Weiss smiled, "Do explain, I'll enjoy this."

"I... uh... we..." Blake fumbled.

"I'm going to fuck her so hard she'll need crutches," Yang said, pulling Blake's hands away from her chest and replacing them with her own. Squeezing down so firmly, Blake's toes curled and a high-pitched groan rolled right out of her throat.

"It's about time," Ruby laughed, "She's passed up every chance here waiting for you. I'd have tied the pair of you together if she delayed it any longer."

"It will be good to see Yang stop pining about it," Weiss nodded, running a hand over Uriel's arm. "It has been nice learning to indulge ourselves a little more."

"A little Weiss?" Yang said, squeezing Blake back onto her chest, the cat girl kicked her legs as they bumped her ass along the ridges of the chastity rings. "I'm making a night of this."

"Then don't forget the present Muria left you," Blake, Uriel said tipping her hand to a neat cloth-wrapped package resting up by the side of the sofa. In the rush to get at Yang, Blake had completely forgotten about it.

"Thank you, please go away forever!" Blake said, trying to hide her blushing face.

"Actually," Ruby said, giving Uriel's ass a slap. "You and Weiss go enjoy each other. I'm going to sit in on this, make sure Yang doesn't make a mess of things."

"Won't stop me making a mess of this whole place," Yang rubbed a hand down Blake's stomach and dipped it between her thighs. Blake clamped her thighs down on the hand before everyone could see her pussy, but it just meant she ended up driving two of Yang's fingers into herself and the thickness of them hit spots of her she'd not scratched for a very long time. She couldn't help but moan.

"Mm, yes!" Yang said, sliding her fingers along Blake's walls, using her strength to really press the tips into the sensitive flesh. "That's what I want to hear."

"Yang!" Blake gasped, struggling to hide as her legs fought with her to part themselves.

"Hush! I'm fucking you silly and it's going to be good!"

"I see things are well in hand," Weiss said, tugging at Uriel's arm "Come on, I've planned for you and I don't like distractions"

"The stories were true, you really are a princess," Uriel laughed. "Why don't you make me Princess?"

Weiss dragged Uriel away, the fit women's laughs fading as they went off to find a more private room. Ruby rocked on the balls of her feet as she took in the sight of a squirming Blake and the worked-up Yang.

"So you enjoying my work, Blake?"

Blake tried to answer, but Yang coaxed out a long moan as her fingers rubbed against her walls and made her back arch.

"She's teasing me about it," Yang said as she pumped her fingers into Blake's pussy, "Won't unlock it"

"D-don't deserve it" Blake mewled, rolling her head on Yang's arm, her long hair fluttering over the thick muscle. "Said Ruby put it there b- Fuck! Yang, you're good with those fingers."

Yang grinned as Blake collected her thoughts, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Ruby, you put those rings there? What have you been up to?" Blake says in a rush, grabbing Yang's wrist and pulling her fingers out of her pussy with a gasp. "No more talking around it."

Ruby came over to the sofa, sitting on the arm as she grabbed Uriel's package, unwrapping it in her lap as her legs kicked. Blake was shocked at how casual she was about getting close to the naked pair, so unlike the Ruby she knew.

"I've been fucking Yang," Ruby said as she tossed the ribbon aside and worked her thumb into the gap in the wrapper, carving it open. "Quite a lot. She's got a really nice butt and I've been enjoying bouncing her in my lap."

Blake stared at her like she'd announced she had reached up to the sky and taken a bite out of the moon.

"She's been saving my pussy and my cock for you," Yang said, giving Blake a kiss on the cheek. It woke her out of her shock, enough for her to give Yang some truly withering side-eye.

"Saving it? While you've been getting your ass pounded? By... by ..." Blake just reached out to grab Ruby by the crotch, giving a squeeze that made the woman yelp as Blake's fingers closed around another impressively hard length. "Oh! Both of you, I see."

"Trust me, it was way more torture than it sounds."

"Oh, I'm sure you hated it," Blake scoffed. "You are in so much trouble"

"Well!" Ruby discarded the wrapping paper and unfolded Blake's present. "I think she can make it up to you right now. This is really something."

Muria had outdone herself, entirely unasked, once again. The purple-tinted leather of a bodysuit hung down from Ruby's hands, a cowl at the back of it, and some kind of thick gloves at the wrists.

"I... uh..." Blake blushed, Muria really did have a knack for picking out Blake's fantasies from the smallest scraps of information. Or perhaps she'd just noticed how much Blake liked to stare at women in tight fighting bodysuits.

"Yang stand up, we're putting this on"

"What?" Yang looked up from kissing Blake's cheeks, shocked, "No, you have to let me out of this thing!"

Blake flicked one of the golden rings binding her cock and Yang jolted as the sensation rocked through her spine.

"I tried to get you to bed for months and Ruby manages it almost by accident? No way, you are in so much trouble."

Yang stumbled trying to argue but as she squeezed onto Blake, the Faunus burst apart into one of her air thin shadow clones. Blake had ported right atop the couch, one foot on Yang's back as she gave her a kick to stumble her down onto the ground, Yang crashing onto the shag matting with a thud.

"Blake!" she hissed, "I'm hard right now!"

"Oh! Shit, I didn't even think of that. " Blake hopped down onto the sofa cushions, nervously fussing her hands. "Uh, does it hurt to land on it hard?"

"It's not great," Yang said through clenched teeth.

"Then let's take your mind off it," Ruby said, sliding off the sofa's armrest and leaning down to hold the bodysuit out to Yang. It was probably going to be tough, wriggling fit to even get it on, but Blake got to see Ruby cheat once more, golden light pouring out of her hands flecked with swirling lines of silver that encompassed Yang's body. The suit flowed into it and then right over Yang, just like Blake's dress had from earlier, squeezing her into the tight fit.

With it on her, some details were a bit more obvious now. The cowl had kitten ears on them and a band with thick strips of leather that could act as a muzzle. The thick gloves actually had caught on them for some kind of locking mechanism. Ruby seemed to know what to do, so she just got to enjoy watching Yang writhe around the carpet as her arms were brought around under her chest before the gloves locked together, keeping her arms secure.

Rolling Yang over, they could see the line of her cock and the bumps of the cage through the leather. An obscenely enormous length stretched along her stomach. The cat ears were a little cute, Muria had maybe overdone it with those, but the way the whole thing wrapped Yang's curves up was a treat for the eyes. Her muscles might be impressive even wrapped up like this, but her curves were more so, with wide flaring hips and a massive chest that strained against the leather.

"Muria should have wrapped this up as a present, you seem way more interested in it," Ruby teased.

"She just looks so ... " began Blake as she just drifted to look at the bundled-up Yang, all that power in a suit that creaked just from trying to keep her curves contained.

"Yeah, it's a nice look. What do you think, Yang?" Ruby said.

"MMMMM!" The muzzle didn't really let her talk so well.

"She loves it." Ruby nodded.

"MMMMMMMM!"

"So what are you going to do with her, Blake?" Ruby asked, ignoring Yang's furious, muffled calls.

"Well, uh, honestly, I wasn't sure I'd ever get this far. Can you let me go down on her? I want to work her up some."

"Oh, I can do way better than that!" Ruby said, stretching more of that golden power between her fingers. She formed a cat's cradle out of it, biting her lip as she concentrated, and then cast it out like a net to catch Blake's hips.

Bright golden light flowed over Blake's hips and the feeling of it rolling over her pussy lips and balling up at the entrance made Blake's heart race. The energy had such an intense, refreshing feeling, washing away all the exhaustion she'd built up thus far and firing up her nerves. Energy poured into her and she wanted to move, legs bouncing as she let the power do its work.

The light disperses and Blake is left staring at a cock that'd somehow glued itself to her front. It suited her skin color, so much so it was hard to even see the seam where it rested against her, fizzling power holding it tight. It was large too, easily a match for Yang's and what she'd guessed from her quick feel of Ruby's. Seems she'd be getting an even playing field at least.

Yang was looking at it hungrily, settling back onto the carpet since her arms were out of action. Her legs weren't though, and she brought up a foot to hook Blake's thigh and pull her in closer, Blake's breath catching as she felt the toy bob and tease at the entrance to her pussy. Even that slight tugging was an electric thrill. Using it was going to be a real challenge.

"Suits, cute," Ruby said, "But I can improve on it for right now. "

The purple leather creaked as Ruby sat and pressed her fingers to the suit seams, just using raw strength to snap some of the stitching and begin peeling sections of it off Blake. She went for the chest first, which Blake was more than fine with as those milk-filled behemoths were exposed to the air, bouncing as Ruby gave them a playful slap. Yang moaned right into her muzzle as Ruby moved down to her legs and did the same with Yang's crotch.

The leather still trapped Yang's dick, pressing it against her stomach, but there was enough of a gap for Blake to see Yang's pussy, already dripping wet and so very inviting. She stepped up as Ruby stood back, stretching to wiggle out of her dress.

Blake didn't care to watch, right now she only had eyes for Yang and with one hand she lined up her new girthy toy with Yang's pussy, pressing its head against the wet opening and feeling it press right back onto her, teasing her own opening. She wasn't about to quit now, grabbing around Yang's thighs for support. They were heavy and like everything about Yang bigger than she could really handle, but the squeeze she felt against her torso as Yang clamped those thighs down felt good.

"You were going to do this to me?" Blake teased, rolling her hips to grind the toy's head against Yang's opening, stretching it apart achingly slow. "Fuck me into the ground"

Some furious nodding from Yang, cat ears on the hood bobbling cutely as she shook it. The outline of Yang's cock in the leather stretched so taut Blake wouldn't be surprised if she burst right out of it soon. Blake tried a thrust, and it wasn't easy. Yang's pussy might be sopping wet but it was also tight as hell and it did not accept her toy so easily. More of it got pressed back into Blake from the pressure. The smooth material it was made of had very little flex to it, and it stretched her out with just as much difficulty.

Sweating as she tried to work either end in, Blake experimented with a stroking pace that had Yang's back rubbing against the rug with a loud scratching noise as Blake really worked the very first few inches of Yang's pussy.

There was something to knock about in there and, curiously, Blake stuck a thumb in to join the cock and check. Some kind of rose-gold metal ornament? Just touching set Yang off, the muzzled moans building in pitch so Blake didn't stop, teasing over the clit piercing as she kept hammering her hips to drive herself deeper. It wasn't working, but what little she'd done felt heavenly anyway as the pair's walls were pressed by the double-ended toy, their shared enthusiasm working each other up to a nicely moaning pace. Every thrust made Yang's exposed chest bounce and Blake was loving the sound of them slapping Yang's stomach. Once she'd rocked Yang enough, they really got to bouncing.

Ruby was naked when she strode back into Blake's view and some of Blake's anger at Yang sleeping with her first faded. Who wouldn't? Ruby was a complete knockout, the body of a toned fighter with a stiff cock that made Blake's eyes water and hips ache just looking at it. Yang had just the same, but the rings had made it look a little less threatening but unadorned. They were really fucking big and Blake wasn't sure they'd even fit in her. The toy Ruby had given her was having enough difficulty and it wasn't even as large.

"Honestly," Ruby said as she saw Blake grinding away, only a few inches of progress made with a toy that had plenty more to give. "Without me, you two wouldn't get anything done."

She got her arms under Yang's armpits and lifted her up to a sit and then with an impressively mighty squat; she raised Yang up into her arms. The weight of Yang suddenly rested partly on Blake and she stumbled back, Ruby keeping pace as they wheelbarrow walked Yang over to the sofa, Blake falling back into it with a grunt. Then, looking up with wide eyes as a shadow blotted out the room's light. Ruby was lifting Yang up onto her, and the giant woman was a wrecking ball that'd surely descend and obliterate Blake entirely.

"Wait!" Blake screamed, but she couldn't escape it. There was nothing to do but let Yang come crashing down on her hips with a meaty slap. The toy between them got pressed deep into both and as it rippled along their walls and stretched them out, it brought with it waves of sudden pleasure that made Blake's mind fog. She crushed her head forward, grasping onto the firm leather of Yang's suit for support, and found herself fully immersed in Yang's chest, the softness of it pressing onto her head from all sides.

Yang didn't let the moment go to waste, her thighs held Blake tightly in place as she rocked her hips with powerful bouncing thrusts, the insides of her thighs brushing against Blake's ass each time Yang moved. The friction sent shivers through Blake, the wet warmth of Yang's pussy sliding around the toy dripped down onto her and made Blake shudder. Yang kept rocking until Blake was half dazed with pleasure and then with a growl she pushed herself up and Blake fell back, the toy firmly buried in her from Yang's pumping hips.

All that thumping had charged up Yang's semblance and her eyes glowed red as she stared down at Blake, her bound arms creaking as metal pins popped and tore apart until she got her arms free and reached down to just tear her cock free, the heavy length slapping down between Blake's breasts, the gold rings circles of cold against the blazing warmth of that huge throbbing piece meat.
Yang ripped off her muzzle with one flex of her arms muscles and dropped her face an inch from Blake's old, still panting from the exertion of bouncing and Gold eyes wild with lust. "Unlock me. Right now!"

Blake was blushing so badly from the assertive display she couldn't have remembered where she put the key if she tried. Just staring up at Blake wide-eyed like she'd lit a fuse and had nowhere to run to avoid the explosion. Yang got a grip of Ruby's toy, buried deep in Blake's pussy, and dragged it out with exquisite slowness. Every ripple of the toy's head over her pussy's walls, made Blake moan and writhe against the immovable wall of muscle and tits that was Yang.

"Blake, where's the key?" she said, voice a hungry growl. "This toy isn't worth your time. I am going to show you what a real cock can do."

Blake scrambled about with her hands over the sofa and the relief that poured over her when Ruby put the key in her hand was palpable. She'd kiss the shit out of that not-so-little minx when she got a chance. Fingers shaking as Blake fumbled for the metal bands, her heart pounded in anticipation of Yang's release. Finding the small keyhole buried in a metal band at the very base of Yang's cock she turned the key and Yang's eyes gleamed bright as it snapped free, her cock surging out now it was finally free of its prison and slipping right between Blake's breasts. It was hot against her skin, slick with sweat, and the most breathtaking thing Blake had ever seen.

"Finally!" Yang rocked her hips, the girthy cock sliding between Blake's breasts, not nearly big enough to fully stroke it even as Yang pressed them together to sandwich her cock between them. "Waited for so long for this. You will never forget this."

Blake already couldn't. Tonight had been so wild she was still feeling the aftershocks from the toy and it had only been a taste of what was to come.

Yang's fingers dug into Blake's shoulders, pulling her closer, and Yang rocked her hips. The tip of Yang's cock was thumping against Blake's throat as Yang rolled it through her chest and Blake kissed Yang's abs as she worked off a little stress. Maybe they had been a little hard on her.

Ruby was standing back, watching the show as Yang looked down at Blake with those swirling scarlet eyes, her Semblance's power taking its sweet time to fade.

"You know I love you, right?" Yang asked.

It felt like a trap, but Blake nodded anyway and Yang smiled softly before leaning down to press her lips against hers again. Blake melted into the kiss, tasting Yang's tongue and trying to keep her balance while Yang pulled her close. Her legs were spread wide, but Yang spread them even wider with her hips alone. She was such a little thing compared to her, and the weight of Blake's cock rolling over her belly gave her butterflies. She was going to be broken on this cock and she couldn't wait.

Yang's cock was already wet from all the sweat of the suit, but Blake's juices made it even easier for Yang to press that thick head up to her opening, and the first few inches slid inside with no resistance.
Blake groaned as Yang's cock filled her completely, stretching and pushing at every angle. There was no way Yang could fit over three or four more inches into her body, maybe five at best, but Blake was determined to see how much she could take. Blake wrapped her arms around Yang's neck, holding tight as she lifted her legs and hooked them behind Yang's knees, leaving her open to Yang's full range of motion. Yang's hips started moving faster, fucking Blake slowly but surely deeper and harder.

With her legs locked up, Yang had to pull Blake out of the sofa, pressing her chest against Blake's as she lifted Blake up with pure strength and fucked her in mid-air. The blonde bit down gently on Blake's neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh and causing Blake to gasp and push her hips back against the pounding cock. It spurred Yang on and her bites were leaving red marks behind that would last for days. It wasn't fair. Yang knew exactly how to please her lover and Blake was helpless to resist it!

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room. Blake was moaning louder and louder by the second, her breath coming in gasps and sharp pants. She was getting close. There was just something about being used like this that drove her crazy and she didn't want it to stop. Blake pushed herself further onto Yang's thrusts, her body screaming at her as pain and pleasure flooded her every nerve until the blonde's dick hit bottom and their hips finally slammed together with a thunderous clap.

A cry escaped Blake's mouth as an orgasm washed over her, her nails digging into Yang's thighs as she came undone. Yang's pace slowed dramatically as she helped Blake ride out her climax and Blake collapsed forward, breathing heavily against Yang's shoulder. Yang held her steady in her powerful arms, kissing the top of her head and nibbling along her fluttering cat ears.

"That was amazing," Yang whispered into Blake's ear, "But ready for it to get even better?"

Ruby's hands rolled around Blake, grasping over her sensitive chest and fingers massaging with practiced care. Blake's mind was still hazy from the crushing orgasm. All she could do was coo softly.

"If Yang had to take me, only fair you do too," Ruby purred into Blake's ear. "I'll make up for it all, just you wait and see."

Blake could barely move, limbs jelly from the pounding she'd received, but with Yang still buried deep in her, Yang lifted her back and pressed her up against Ruby's waiting cock.

Her pussy stretched obscenely around Yang's length as they impaled her upon the other girl's cock, Blake whimpering as she took both cocks in one go. Yang went slow, driving Blake's tight ass down onto Ruby's cock all while making sure not to hurt her.

Blake couldn't do much crushed between the two powerful women but, mind cracking under the pressure of all this pleasure. Yang watched Blake's face contort with each inch of penetration, the pink blush spreading across her cheeks as she struggled to hold back her ecstatic moans and failed miserably. Yang reached down and grabbed her ankles, lifting her feet up and forcing her down towards Ruby's waist giving Ruby the perfect line to stroke.

Ruby was grunting beneath Blake, the blonde pumping her hips wildly as she tried to bury her cock into Blake's body, and with it came the warm feeling of something even greater, pouring deep into her body. Blake felt her muscles burn and skin fizzle as Creation magic flowed through her, she was already stretched taught from the double penetration fucking she was getting, but she found a way to stretch further.

Her pussy clamped down even tighter on Yang's cock as change flowed through her and Yang throbbed inside Blake's pussy as the blonde moaned Blake's name. The world seemed to spin around her as Yang exploded inside Blake. The hot cum spilled out of Yang's shaft and coated Blake's insides, filling her up and sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her rapidly changing body.

She felt the two women struggle to take her extra weight as her vision rose out of the blissful confines of Yang's breasts and up until she was almost eye level. Ruby's hands now barely got around her ass, whereas before she'd held it easily. Her breasts had perked up and pushed out, squeezing fruitlessly against Yang's still vastly superior set. She felt like it had given her a second wind and looked down at herself as her head swam from a truly intense orgasm. Taller, and stronger, not so much that her body shape changed, but enough that it would overwhelm anyone looking at her. Yang sure looked overwhelmed, staring like she couldn't believe her luck.

"Like... like your lioness still?" Blake said, words as scarce as breath right now.

"Beautiful," Yang said, "But you always were."

"Damn... damn right" Blake smiled, feeling the heat build above her pussy.

She probably should have expected it when a cock surged out of her waist, stabbing into Yang's stomach as a heavy set of balls slapped on top of Yang's dick. Ruby hadn't spared her the same treatment as Yang here, an eye-watering length that'd make any woman lip her lips. Yang certainly was. She gasped as the magic started to fade and her clit sparked with a spike of pain. Something metallic clipping in there. Her belly button also prickled with pain as the golden glow formed into a gold bar piercing, a Black Onyx gemstone shining on the end.

"Piercings?" Blake said, touching it with her finger.

"Ruby likes to use them as her signature," Yang shrugs before nodding towards Blake's belly button, "It looks like she thought of us with that one though."

"Like this ass more, but I do like them," Ruby grins, pressing her chest to Blake's back. "Want to try out your new cock on Yang? I think you could get her back properly now. Or want to go a few more rounds with us first?"

Blake grinned and rolled her shoulders back into Ruby, "I think I have a better idea for revenge now. Oh, yes."

Ruby raised an eyebrow and then Ruby and Yang both yelped as Blake disappeared from between them, the two of them crashing together as her shadow clone faded away. They barely had a moment to try to untangle before a pair of arms got Ruby from behind and a second pair around Yang.

"I do like the upgrade," the pair of Blakes said, perfect twins and voices lilted as Blake and her powered Clone rubbed their hands over Ruby and Yang's bodies. "Usually this exhausts me, but I feel like I could go a few rounds as a warm-up now!"

----

It was a good few hours before Blake left the room to go shower leaving behind what she considered a job well done. She had kept adding clones to the mix until she'd been able to fuck every hole on offer and then finished with a shadow clone mob poised at the edge of climax. Back in the room, Ruby and Yang were left breathless, barely able to move, and painted whiter than Weiss’ hair as the last of Blake's clones dissipated into puffs of smoky shadow.

Chapter 5: Jaune

Notes:

A bit of Futa/M in this one! But the usual is there too of course.

Ruby never got a proper answer of why the team had been given their own mansion, but if she had to take a wild guess. It was shit like this.

“What’s the matter, Ruby?” Yang asked, completely topless, her tits still leaking as she shook a glass bottle of milk at Ruby. “Disappointed you can’t earn your keep like the Dairy Queen?”

Ruby snatched the milk bottle from Yang’s hand and added it to her basket. It’d been over a month since they’d found Blake, and they were still stuck in Skugge, trying to find something that might get them back to Remnant.

“She’s so sour-looking, Yang!” Blake said. The Faunus was at least dressed, squeezed into a strappy black outfit that showed off long strips of skin. She was more or less permanently attached to Yang’s side lately and had only gotten cockier after getting her upgrade. The two had been very excited when they found out Blake was also lactating, her milk sweeter than Yang's. Ever practical, Weiss had suggested they trade it for some goodwill with the locals. Weiss said it was to attract attention, and hopefully, someone would know how to get them home, but Ruby had her suspicions. Weiss was fond of being pampered, and wanted everyone to chase after her to do it.

She didn’t regret the changes she’d done for her team, not one bit. She loved them all!

But she could do without the puns.

“Blake, can I have the bottle?” Ruby asked, holding out her hand.

“Ask your Moostress nicely,” Blake giggled, rubbing her head against Yang’s side.

“I can make you three feet tall!” Ruby huffed.

“You won’t, though. You’re a sweetheart.” Blake didn’t even try to hide her laugh, the picture of smugness as she bobbed her head against Yang’s chest. “And you’d miss getting pinned up against a wall and drilled until you’re screaming so hard the windows rattle.”

She wasn’t wrong, but she’d sooner die than give in to the cow pun infection. Ruby grasped the air expectantly, and Blake placed the milk bottle in her hand with a playful lean in to kiss at her fingertips.

“We’ll plan something for your return,” Blake said. “I love making you blush as red as your highlights.”

“And I love helping,” Yang said, wrapping Blake in a big hug and squeezing her chest. Ruby knew better than to talk over the couple’s kisses. Once they got going, they didn’t stop.

Ruby knew Blake would make good on her promise too, which was the upside to what would otherwise be a complete disaster of a relationship for everyone around them. Blake had really embraced being in charge. Lately, she still hadn’t worked out all her pent-up frustration at pining after Yang for years. If they weren’t drawing people into their endless fuck sessions, they were being so sickly sweet with each other that Ruby couldn’t be near them for too long in fear of her teeth melting.

The sex was amazing enough to make up for the suffering. Yang and Blake never let her down there. The team was going through furniture faster than groceries.

Ruby pulled a chequered cloth over the top of the basket of milk bottles and began putting on a large red duster. The rain was hammering the windows today, but it’d take more than a downpour to stop people coming out for Skugge’s market day. She flicked up the hood and gave the pair a bright smile from its depths. She could have set off fireworks, and they’d have still not noticed as Blake lost herself in Yang’s chest, and Yang rubbed her cock up along Blake’s stomach.

Just remember you love these idiots. When they’re not milking cow puns dry.

It was okay if she just did it in her head. They just couldn’t ever find out.

---

The rain battered off Ruby’s duster, fat drops dripping down the rim of her hood and splashing across her chest. She tugged the duster together tighter, falling back on old habits that she was used to. Her basket was much lighter now, traded for a few treats, a promise of new sofas, and some scented oils. The ladies told her it would make things more interesting in the mansion. Not that they needed the encouragement.

The mud was awful today, her combat boots squelching through it with every step as water pooled around her ankles. It slowed everything down; people were huddling around stalls taking their time before finally moving on, dragging the entire city to a standstill. Ruby had decided to randomly stow the last bottles of milk from her basket into other people’s as she took to browsing, seeing if anything caught her eye.

When it came time for a snack, a giant, warm pretzel was a straightforward choice. Ruby’s body was marvellous, but it needed all the fuel it could get these days. Sadly, the usual cookie stall had decided it was just too wet a day to set up. Either that, or they’d worked out when Ruby was around and hid in fear. They could try. She’d find them, eventually!

A sign caught her eye as she padded in the shade of the buildings. A simple thing with no lettering, just a goofy bunny face made of a simple crescent and two ears, a sword held between its teeth like a carrot. Oddly familiar, though, where she knew it from didn’t seem possible. The windows had a few racks of weapons on display, though, which was more than enough for Ruby to take a peek. The designs were sleek and elegant, metal gleaming as she took them in. She preferred her highly technical and engineered weapons, but there was something about excellent metalwork that had its own charm.

She turned to go but stopped dead again, one particular blade catching her attention. Something about the shape drew her to it like a moth to a flame. The curved blade of a scimitar with a bulky device at the handle, it seemed to snap out three blades that formed a basket hilt. Some sort of spring-loaded device that’d tear out as you struck? Were they hollow blades filled with dust that could throw beams with a wrist flick?

Ruby was a sucker for curved blades. She had to know more.

The inside wasn’t the store she’d been expecting. Behind the window fronts lay a large blacksmith workshop, a glowing furnace blazing away in one hall, making the place so toasty the air around Ruby’s duster hazed almost right away as the rain on it evaporated off. The warmth invaded under her hood and heated her cheeks, the air hot to breathe.

Ruby spent more at a workbench than a forge when making her weapons, but the heat was still a comforting memory for her. In all those hours spent perfecting the blades for her baby, Crescent Rose hadn’t put even an inch of muscle on her, but it really should have!

The place needed to be better ordered. That much was obvious. Support beams propped grindstones up with horseshoes hammered into the side. A large steel-rimmed shield, maybe some kind of big passive, was propping up a weapons rack full of short swords and was one good nudge away from both toppling over and making the world’s pointiest trip hazard. Even Ruby couldn’t guess what they used all the tools for. She looked at a set of pots with tubes that fed into each other, still trying to puzzle it out when someone disturbed her.

“You alright there? Sorry, I was just heating metal. I didn’t hear you come in,” a man’s voice called out.

Ruby turned to look for the source of the voice, eventually leaning around a large steel room divider to see the man working at a furnace, holding a pot with tongs into the orange heat. He had a leather apron on with a few tools slung in loops around his hip and a simple white shirt on, cut off at the sleeves to show some lovely muscle on arms built strong from their time swinging a hammer.

He looked rugged, deliciously rugged. Ruby couldn’t help but like the way he looked. Blonde hair combed back and tied into a ponytail to keep it out of the flames, hard set eyes, and a beard that’d been trimmed neatly back. He wasn’t thick with muscle, a more tall, wiry strength that was still really appealing.

“I was looking at the Scimitar in the window,” Ruby said, licking her lips. “But I like everything I see here.”

The man laughed, holding the tongs with one hand as he pulled a pump handle on the side of the furnace, a rushing burst of air making the orange flames glow even hotter and a wave of heat to blast out and ruffle Ruby’s duster.

“You must get exhausted with all this heat,” Ruby said, stepping closer. The man had the same bunny logo as his shop on his apron, which seemed very odd a choice for someone who looked like they consumed a whole ham and a barrel of beer each day.

“You get used to it,” he said, giving Ruby a smile. “It must be a pleasant change from the rain. I can finish and make some tea if you feel it’s too much.”

Ruby laughed a pleasant sound that made the man chuckle in return. She couldn’t help looking at him; his skin was nicely tanned, and the soot streaks on his face were just cute as fuck. She got to talking about the scimitar she’d seen, and he was more than happy to talk her ear off about metal and how to hold a curved blade firm.

It was a lovely time, the two of them chatting about things she was very comfortable giving her own thoughts on while the smith continued to heat his metal. Ruby had to excuse herself more than once as she grew hotter under the collar, mumbling about the heat as she let herself outside to put down her hood and let the rain run over her hair to cool her down some.

She was going crazy! Her body craved release, and she’d only just met this man. It took effort just to calm herself so she didn’t end up jumping him. She took a short stint in the rain to readjust her cock, which hadn’t missed out on her excitement. She was already making a bulge in her cargo pants that she’d have struggled to hide if her duster had come off. It wasn’t easy to keep down, so she held a little creation power to herself and changed her panties to tight boxers that should keep things under control, even if it wasn’t that comfortable.

After a moment of thought, she had a mischievous smile and wrapped herself up in her duster. Why was she fighting it? The hot guy was hot, and she might as well embrace it. This thought spurred a few more changes under her duster. She was going to give him a real show.

Ruby came back with her hood up. The smith had finished setting up a long wooden cylinder on the ground filled with sand. The very top of a clay mould poked out of the top sand, a hole cut in it, ready to accept the metal. Ruby knew the mould would be in the sword’s shape he was trying to make, so it probably ran deep in there, the sand stopping the heat from burning the surrounding wood.

“Be cooler if you took the hood off,” he said, looking back at her as she walked in, “I’m curious about the pretty woman who seems so into smithing.”

Ruby blushed and tugged her hood down further, so all he could see was her smile.

“I’m going to have to work for it? Hah! Well, I’m not used to women being so coy,” he leaned his head to one side, blonde ponytail bobbing behind him, “How about you help me instead? You seem to know your way around a forge. Would you enjoy getting your hands on my tools?”

Was he flirting? He was flirting!

“I’m used to some pretty sturdy tools,” Ruby said, her bottom bit as she tried to silence a giggle at her teasing, “You sure they’re up to my standard?”

“Never had a complaint!” the Smith said. “If anything, they’re too much for the job.”

Ruby snorted and came over. The poor guy didn’t know what she dealt with daily, but she would give him a shot to impress her.

“Right!” He pressed a long set of tongs into her hand, “I’m going to pour the cup. All you have to do is grip it with this and help me do it nice and smooth. If we spill even a drop, it’ll be wasted work. Up for the task?”

“You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve handled. That’ll be a piece of cake.”

“Hah!”

He gave her a big smile, almost dopey in its enthusiasm, but on a face that rugged, she was willing to upgrade it to handsome. She had to; if enthusiasm wasn’t sexy, she was in huge trouble. She gripped the tongs around the cup, the sleeves of her duster rolling up some as she extended her arms.

“Holy... you got some arms on you,” the Smith said, eyebrows shooting up as he saw a glimpse of Ruby’s definition.

“Should see my stomach if you want to be really impressed.”

He bit his bottom lip, eyes flicking down to her stomach covered by the duster. She could practically feel him painting abs on her with his mind.

“Whatever you’re imagining, I can promise you it’s better,” Ruby said, not even kidding. Ambrosius had done an outstanding job.

“Let’s do the pour before I need a sit-down,” he said, holding up the cup of metal, glowing a bright yellow from its sheer heat. Ruby clamped her tongs around it, and the pair guided it over to the mould, pouring it out after a quick count to three, the golden heated liquid spilling out in a nice smooth stream.

“Beautiful that,” the Smith said.

Ruby nodded in agreement. It was lovely to see the work finally take shape.

She roved her eyes over him. What could she make out of that? Her mouth watered at the possibilities.

“Now we just let it get cool enough to quench, then we can add the finishing,” he said, gesturing to the smoking edge of the mould.

They waited patiently as the molten metal cooled; the smith took off his bunny-emblazoned apron and hung it up. The sweat of the forge had made his shirt stick to skin, and when he pulled to air it, Ruby felt the heat come over her again.

“So, are you here looking for an apprenticeship,” he said, glancing over at her, “or do you have a special project you want to work on?”

Ruby’s duster shook as she laughed. ‘Special’ would not cover what she was thinking now.

“Can’t I just admire good work?” Ruby said, a sparkle in her eye.

The Smith took the mould out from the sand and plunged it into a barrel of oil. The sizzling sound of cooling came with the smell of burning fat. It was enough to make someone hungry, and Ruby was getting very hungry indeed.

“Well, you’re certainly welcome to,” he said, “but I find there aren’t many who don’t want something more than just admiring.”

Ruby grinned at him, “And what are you expecting from me?”

“Oh, I’m not expecting anything,” he said, picking the blade out of the barrel and taking the mould over to an anvil to crack with a hammer. The gleam of unpolished metal a bright glistens against the muddy clay.

Ruby couldn’t stop herself from coming up behind him, placing a hand on that wonderfully firm rear and giving it a good squeeze.

“Sure? I’ve got a lot to offer,” she said in a husky purr. Her voice had a slightly lower pitch these days, and it let her get a nice rumble out of it when she tried.

“Mmm, I think I’d like anything you offered.” He turned back to her, a wicked grin playing across his lips.

It was so easy to tease a sweetie pie like this that it almost felt unfair. Almost.

“Then I’d love to see your work,” Ruby said, backing away slowly until she bumped into the counter. Letting her fingers trail along the wood, feeling every groove and knot. The Smith locked his eyes on her, head no doubt spinning from her touch and body tense with confusion at her suddenly backing off. But Ruby was willing to take her time with this one, so she could really savour the meal she was making.

“And I get to see your face, perhaps?” the Smith said as he hammered the blade on the anvil. The sword came into sharper relief as its edges were refined. Ruby had to admit it was a very fine-looking thing. Good enough it could even be-

No. No way.

“That’s Crocea Mors’ blade!” Ruby said, pointing at what he was working on.

“Yes? Wait, how did you know its name?”

Ruby flicked back her hood and tilted her head at him.

“Wait... you’re... are you related to Ruby Rose?” he said, hedging his bets at her new look.

“Cheeky! I am Ruby! Jaune, what in flying heck are you doing here?”

Jaune puts the hammer down and looks down at the blade in a panic, then back to Ruby. His entire world was thrown for a loop in just a few seconds.

“Making a replica sword?”

Ruby threw a pen from the counter at him. “In Skugge! Not that!”

“Oh, when the Evacuation Centre dissolved, I fell into the void,” Jaune said, returning to hammering the sword. “For the first week, I lived off the land, but it was rough going until I came across a homestead. I helped them fix up their tools, which had been bitten by rust, and after a couple of weeks, they recommended I head to Skugge to see if anyone up there needed help. Did some odd jobs here for a while, then thought I might as well try to settle down in the city while still helping people.”

“You help people by blacksmithing?”

“I’m good at it! There’s not exactly much to fight here, but people still want weapons in case that ever changes.” he smiled as he looked up at Ruby. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Unbelievable. Seriously, as in, no way that happened. I’ve been here a few months, tops.”

“What?” Jaune’s hammer blow landed on flesh and bone instead of steel, and he hissed as his hand angrily throbbed from the strike, aura flashing brightly. With a sigh, he set the blade and hammer aside. “That doesn’t make sense. I get the island is big, but I didn’t think I wouldn’t run into you until months later?”

“I guess? Being here doesn’t make a lot of sense. We weren’t meant to fall off that platform.” Ruby said, kicking her legs.

Damn, she’d always had a bit of a torch for Jaune, and she hadn’t been ready for him to turn out even hotter. Now she knew it was him, and it fit. He looked older and more rugged, but he was the same lanky sweetheart who’d rush in to help before thinking up a decent plan just now with a bit of extra muscle and a pretty sexy beard.

“Wait, you’ve been in Skugge for how long?” Ruby asked.

“Uh, two months, maybe?”

“Surprisingly, only one month here, but how haven’t you heard of us? We’re in the market every other day.”

Jaune waved over his workshop. “I barely get out. Everything’s delivered, and I’ve got lots of work to fill!”

“I don’t believe you haven’t heard about us. We’re hot news.”

“The four ladies up in the mansion?” he said, hesitating with every word.

“Yeah! That’s us...” Ruby rubbed her neck as she realised why he was unsure about it. “Uh... what have you heard about us, exactly?”

Jaune was blushing redder than the heat of his forge.

“Oh. Yeah, definitely heard of us then.”

“You squeezed my butt!” He sounded so accusing like it was a crime she’d committed.

“Cute butt, very squeezable,” Ruby said, undoing her duster’s buttons.

“You were flirting with me!”

“Oh no way, you were flirting first. Don’t you even dare pin this on me,”

Ruby wasn’t angry at him, but the way he was so severely on the defensive was a little needling. What was so wrong about flirting with her? Did he really still think she was just some short slip of a girl?

“It’s just a lot to take in.”

Ruby threw her duster off, Jaune’s breath catching in his throat as he looked her over.

“Take it in then,” Ruby grinned. “You’ve missed a lot.”

He looked like a fish gasping for air as he looked over the outfit she’d quickly used her power to change into. A red and grey T-shirt fit tight over her chest, far too small to fully cover her, so it’d been dragged up to show off some of her abs. It stretched the black text on the shirt over her breasts, and Ruby thrummed with anticipation as she watched Jaune try to read it. His eyes popped wide open when it sunk in, and Ruby had to laugh, raising a hand to tug at the thick black choker she was wearing.

“Snap my choker?” Jaune read out loud, every word sounding like an increasingly unbelieving question.

“If you got the tools to do the job,” Ruby grinned, swirling a hand in the air. Silver specks of her power flowed out of her hand and filled the warm air of the forge.

Jaune was already seeing stars from how he failed to react, or he just couldn’t pull his eyes off Ruby. It was a delightful feeling to be so hot you completely robbed a man of his senses. He’d leaned up against one of the forge’s thick wooden posts, sweat rolling over his cheeks that Ruby was pretty sure wasn’t from the heat anymore as she let her power expand out to settle through the whole forge.

“I can’t believe how forward you are now,” Jaune said. “You used to get nervous around me.”

Ruby cocked her head and hopped off the counter. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she strode up to Jaune, holding a hand to dance fingers up his shirt. “This is more fun, isn’t it?”

“You sure you know what you’re getting into?” Jaune said, still concerned about her. Ruby grabbed his crotch and squeezed, feeling an impressive thickness under her palm and getting a ground from him.

“Stop being such a chivalrous knight and snap my choker already.”

Something inside Ruby’s stomach did happy backflips when he put hands rough from work on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She let her power flow along the floor to clear it of soot, hands fumbling with furious speed to undo Jaune’s belt and slip it out of the loops. Every touch of her hands as she worked at it made him twitch, but he kept her held there until she’d done the task and could dig her fingers, everything keeping her from that dick down with one firm pull.

A thick length swung out in front of her face, stiff and eager to be touched. Ruby licked her lips and took hold of Jaune’s cock between thumb and forefinger, giving it a few tentative strokes. He moaned at the teasing, and she giggled, smacking her lips and working her mouth around the cock’s head, rolling her tongue against it in a swirl. His salty taste was an earthy treat, and she sucked hard, moaning softly as she felt his body tense against her. Jaune groaned and moved his hands to pull her hair, the firm move sending a thrill racing through her body.

Rolling her head against the gripped hand, she pushed back to let the cock drop out of her mouth, tip slick with spit. “Didn’t expect you to be so big,” Ruby purred, staring up at Jaune and watching him squirm with need.

“Seven inches,” he said proudly, a hand on his cock to swing it to probe at Ruby’s lips. “Big challenge. You sure you’re up for it?”

Ruby gave him an amused grin. If only he knew he wasn’t even the biggest in the room. But it still impressed her. Before all the changes, she’d have been weak at the knees at the thought of taking it. She answered his question with action, wrapping both hands around his shaft and stroking him slowly as she slid her mouth back over that wet head.

She bobbed her head once, twice, three times, letting him feel the fullness of her mouth as she went. Each time she pulled away, she left a trail of saliva behind, coating the sensitive underside of his cock with slick moisture. Jaune whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and pulling her down harder onto his lap. His cock dragged along the roof of her mouth and hammered into the back, the impact a throbbing burst of sensation that made Ruby dizzy. She didn’t choke. Her body was incredibly willing to do as she wanted, and when you got Yang, Blake, and Weiss together in one house, you quickly learned to throw away that gag reflex. But a thick cock smashing its way to the entrance of your throat still made the mind rattle in a good way.

Her hands were shaking as they dropped to grip Jaune’s thighs, squeezing them tightly while he used the grip on her hair to pump her mouth up and down. She shivered as he bucked his hips, trying to thrust deeper and finally claiming the first inch of her throat. Her head swam as she felt her neck bulge out and press against her choker, but she’d made that choker good and thick. He wasn’t going to make it snap off with just a single thrust. Ruby was counting on that.

He growled something unintelligible, pushing her head further down his shaft. Ruby’s face got pressed into his lap as he fully hilted himself on her, the pressure rippling along her throat, making her vision go white and forcing her to close her eyes. The rush of blood in her ears was as furious as the crashing waves of the ocean, drowning out the wet sound of her throat being fucked fast and hard. A moan rolled in her throat, low and deep, and Jaune groaned right back as he ran her over his cock. Fast enough Ruby felt like her brain was sloshing around in her head.

He started moving faster, grunting each time he bottomed out and sent her nose digging into his groin. Ruby tried not to gulp down air, wanting to keep this blow job going longer than any other she had ever given or received. It would take some effort, but she was determined to give him her very best.

It helped that Jaune was clearly enjoying himself too much. With every stroke, he slammed her down on his cock, stretching her throat open and leaving her gasping for breath. The tightness of the choker around her throat became a burning ring, and the creak of the choker’s leather filled her ears as it became louder to her than anything else. She couldn’t think straight, the pleasure building in her core as she felt his balls slap against her chin with each thrust.

The world spun around her as Jaune pounded into her face. The warm hardness filling her mouth was the only thing anchoring her to reality. He was breathing heavily now, panting as he worked his hips to grind his cock down her throat, the pleasingly thick girth stretching it out enough that the choker’s creaking protests ended with a sudden loud snap and her throat muscles fluttered as they finally got room to stretch and then squeeze down all tighter.

He slowed, jerked forward, and came with a heavy grunt, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her waiting mouth. Ruby swallowed eagerly, drinking down his seed as it flooded her throat.

“That was amazing,” Jaune panted, leaning back from her and giving her the space to pull herself free. Ruby took the chance to breathe again, shuddering as she felt the remnants of cum slide down the back of her throat.

“Can’t believe you did it” She gave Jaune’s cock a kiss, rubbing the sore skin on her throat from where the choker had snapped.

“You doubted me?” Jaune said, chest heaving as he took slow, measured breaths. “I need a moment to recover.”

Ruby wasn’t about to wait, so she pulled her tee shirt over her head. She hadn’t gone with a bra when she’d changed her clothes, so her breasts bounced freely as they came out from her thin top. Seeing all that curve straining against her top was one thing, but actually getting to see the substantial breasts Ruby had been gifted, Jaune was quickly rising back to attention.

Ruby gave him a smug smile. “Looks like all you need is me to recover,” she purred, crawling up his legs until she could wrap her arms around his waist.

She leaned in to kiss him, tongue darting out to tease at his lips. He hadn’t gotten to see her up close, and now he had to tilt his head back to enjoy the kiss. It was sinking in that she was noticeably taller than him. His kiss was fumbling and inexperienced, but Ruby helped make up the difference by using her height advantage to push her tongue down into his mouth and force him to push back to stay upright. He soon fought back, running hands over her sides and down to grip her ass, eventually lifting her off her feet with a growl.

Squealing with delight, Ruby locked her legs around his waist, squeezing him between her powerful thighs. “Oh, I like where this is going. Maybe you won’t lose to me as badly as when we trained together.”

Her power was still soaked into the forge and even settled on Jaune’s skin, the urge to change building as Jaune took charge. Ruby held it back, not wanting to disturb the pace with it before finding out his plan. Jaune walks with her locked onto him like a limpet and then peels her off to lay her back over an anvil, still warm from the heated metal he’d been hammering all day. Jaune rolls her over, Ruby’s chest pressing against hard steel, as she feels him tugging at her cargo pants. He doesn’t even try to undo the buttons on her pants, just pulling them down hard, the buttons popping off as they roll over the curve of her hips.

There was a very tense pause as she waited for his reaction. Her ass was a work of art, but that bubble butt would not be what had given him pause. Hanging over the edge of her anvil was her cock, that intimidating length pressed up against the steel and just as hard as the metal it kissed.

She tried to look back at him to see his reaction, but a hand pressed her down against the anvil firmly, and Ruby couldn’t see against the squashed cushion of her own breasts. Her legs kicked when she felt a spark jolt along her cock. He’d reached out with one hand, slowly stroking the shaft’s bottom with two fingers.

“So they weren’t kidding when they talked about the four of you in the mansion? You are all hung like beasts,” he said, voice firm as he wrapped his fingers around her dick. Ruby couldn’t even respond. The tension and the touch together were pushing all kinds of buttons. Her pussy dripped out a single bead of juices to splatter over Jaune’s wrist.

“And you didn’t think to tell me” he squeezed her cock between his fingers and then let go, leaving Ruby moaning with need. She nearly bit off the tip of her tongue when the first smack on her ass landed, a stinging blow that rippled the flesh and sent hot waves of pain flaring out from where Jaune’s hand had landed. It was such a dizzying feeling. Ruby bucked against the anvil, trying to press herself back onto Jaune. He kept hold of her hips, holding her still while spanking her. Each ringing blow like he was shaping metal with his hammer.

He was sure to cover every inch of her rear, starting low and working his way higher. The smacks were loud enough to echo through the room, and soon Ruby’s cries were even louder. His strength was a turn-on, and each smack dragged her body over the anvil, rubbing her breasts and making her cock swing and slap meatily off her thighs.

He finally stopped at the point where it was just about to spill over from teasing pleasure to actual pain, letting her ass bounce and settle down again as the warmth of the spanks blazed across her cheeks. Ruby groaned in frustration, reaching back with an arm to grab Jaune, but he was just out of reach.

Jaune laughed, leaning over her body and laying down to press her into the anvil. Stroking up her thighs as he spoke confidently into her ear. “Looks like you don’t need what I have, Ruby. Should I stop here?”

Ruby rubbed her head against his lips, mewling beneath him needily. “Come on, just fuck me. I know you want to.”

“You’ve had better, though. I’m not sure I’m up to the task anymore,” Jaune teased, fingers dipping into Ruby’s pussy. She was wet. The blowjob had been hot, and all this was even hotter. He was treating her like a project to be moulded into something better. The exact thing she wanted to do right back to Jaune right now, the latent power in the room ready to rush in and rebuild him.

“I can, I can change you,” Ruby said, “Just like me, I can make you whatever you want. Just please, I need this.”

He slid his hands down, leaving a trail of Ruby’s juices slicked along her thighs as she felt him slide along her back. He was hooking his arms around the back of her knees, delivering some kisses to her smacked, red, raw ass. Each press of the lips was a fiery blossom of delicious, thrilling pain, not intense enough to hurt but just enough to make Ruby squirm as if she’d never been touched. Where he kissed seemed like a fire was replaced by a cooling balm that had been applied.

“My Semblance lets me amplify other people’s Semblances,” Jaune said. “Don’t you think mixing powers like that is a little dangerous?”

Ruby let the silver dust that drifted around him spark, glistening off his skin as he felt his muscles tighten and strength builds in his limbs.

“All right then,” he grinned, “Well, if you’re going to do this, I want you to do it properly. I know you can struggle to decide on things, Ruby Rose. “

He lifted her legs so they swung up the sides of the anvil, hands stretched out to palm under her chest. With one truly impressive heave, he hoisted her right off the anvil and up against his chest. He bent Ruby’s legs until her knees were parallel with her head, completely folding her in half and keeping her aloft by looping his arms around the back of her knees and holding his hands just behind her neck. An obscene show of strength. The sudden shift in position made Ruby gasp, eyes wide as she looked behind her at Jaune, who seemed more amused than anything else at the sight of her shock. Ruby could feel her breath coming fast and heavy, arousal rising rapidly within her as Jaune rolled his hips, trying to line himself up with her pussy, his cock sliding over her thighs. 

“You split me with that. I can’t promise what will happen,” Ruby said, rubbing her cheek against the fuzz of Jaune’s beard. It was rough against her skin, but the scratching helped distract her from the aching pressure that built up in her. Her muscles clenched as she tried to get closer to him, pushing her hips forward to grind against his pelvis. She couldn’t see much because of how tight he held her, Ruby’s chest pressed into her thighs, and only the end of her legs was free to kick. She had to watch the movements of Jaune’s hands to know what he was doing, looking as he shifted his grip slightly, spreading her wider.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ve always done good work,” and Jaune bit her earlobe as he rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, sliding it into the groove. “I mean, look at you. You’re more woman than I can handle. I’m just doing my best.”

The words sent shivers through Ruby, her spine vibrating as he pushed inside, filling her up slowly. She gasped, gripping onto her own thighs for support, limbs all tangled together. Ruby nearly bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as the girth of Jaune’s cock spread along her folds, rippling up against the sensitive flesh as it spread her open. Her first change was the most obvious she’d ever made.

She needed bigger! 

His shaft thickened and kept going until Ruby could feel every vein rub against her insides. A moan escaped her throat as Jaune buried himself deep inside her, and then the dancing motes of her power settled on his skin and stretched him out further still. Length piling on until he had a cock that rivalled Yang. Slamming deep into spots deep inside of her made her go all gooey in his grip. 

His face was inches away, hair hanging in front of his eyes as he watched her writhe underneath him. “I didn’t know Ruby Rose was such a size queen,” he teased. “You give me such a powerful tool, and I’m going to make you feel every inch.” 

Ruby bounced on his cock as he began hammering into her. The thick wood post they were leaning on cracked under the sheer force of the two bodies slapping together, only to be knitted back together by silver dust that permeated the area. Every time his cock hit a new spot inside her, she would cry out, gasping as pleasure washed over her. He watched her chest bounce over her shoulder, mashed as it was between her legs. It was still a mesmerising valley for his eyes to get lost in. She squeezed her thighs tighter as he leaned in close and began kissing the side of her neck while continuing to fuck her mercilessly. 

The heat building within her threatened to boil over any second now, but Jaune wasn’t letting her come yet, teasing her relentlessly, prolonging the moment by slowing the pace just as she felt an orgasm cresting.

“You okay? You don’t have to keep your mouth shut if you aren’t enjoying yourself. I won’t laugh or judge,” he whispered into her ear.

It took everything Ruby had not to scream out, to beg him to fuck her harder. She wanted to cum so badly. Ruby had fucked Yang and the others like this but never had it quite this bad in return. It was filling needs she didn’t even know she had until now.

She gave him more height, muscle, and everything he needed to give her long, deep strokes. He used that all to bring her close, achingly close to orgasm, but denying her that release every time. Ruby’s cock was dripping pre-cum all over her belly, all the friction from rubbing between her thighs and stomach making it throb painfully. Her whole body burned with need, but Jaune stopped just shy every time until Ruby couldn’t take it. 

He was teasing her, dragging the changes out of her! Well, two could play that game. 

She let her transforming silver dust drift over his whole body and then reaches out to twist, a swell building against her back as Jaune gives a startled cry, “Ruby, fuck, that feels so good!” 

She bet it did. She was giving Jaune breasts, and he was getting his first taste of them being pressed against her back. His groaning became increasingly feverish as they grew on his muscled body until they rivalled Yang's. A wonderfully soft set for Ruby to luxuriate in as he held her pinned to him and fucked her senseless.

She couldn’t just leave it there. Jaune had to match, so she let the changes drift to change the shape of his body a little more, curves for the hips, smoother features for the face. Goodbye scratchy beard, hello a wonderfully soft chin Ruby could nuzzle against and feel the silky smoothness.

As the last few changes settled, Ruby finally reached her limit, a furious rush of pleasure washing over her as Jaune slipped on, keeping her on edge. Lost in the thrill of having Ruby roll her shoulders back into that massive, sensitive chest. 

“Oh dust yes, oh fuck, Jaune! More, please!” Ruby cried out, voice breaking when he slammed home one last time and pulled out. Jaune smiled down at her, looking incredibly pleased with themselves.

“You gave me breasts,” Jaune said, his voice lightening into her voice as their Adam’s Apple decreased. It was still with a captivatingly confident tone, but now a playful feminine edge as well. “And you’re begging for more? Not had enough fun?”

“No, please,” Ruby begged, losing her senses. She was rolling her head against Jaune’s shoulder. “More, more”

“Oh, I think you’ve earned a real pounding for this.” Jaune tightened her grip, lifting Ruby higher.

Her new cock was an unwieldy beast of a thing, sliding over Ruby as she raised her far back enough that she caught what she was about to do. 

“Jaune! Too big for there!” 

“Well, that’s your fault, isn’t it?” then mercilessly claimed her ass as she let herself roll down onto her new cock, bouncing Ruby up and down on its thick length to work it in deep.

Ruby’s hands went straight to her tits, squeezing hard as Jaune began fucking her again, dragging her strokes so she could feel how much bigger it was. Through the haze of sex, Ruby realised she’d forgotten to sign her work, but all she could think of right now was Jaune’s dick. Well, there’s no reason she couldn’t do something there, adding a piercing just behind the head of Jaune’s cock. Twin polished round rubies gleamed on the bar that immediately began rubbing against her as Jaune drove that monster home.  

Her vision clouded silver around the edges as an orgasm tore through her, the feeling of Jaune’s new piercing rolling along her insides too overwhelming to ignore. Her power lashed out and added a second piercing along the length of Jaune’s cock, and this heightened the experience even more. Ruby’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head. She came again even harder, cumming all over herself, the floor, and the anvil nearby, orgasms crashing into each other within her without an end in sight.

Well, why not a third piercing? A fourth?

The quad set was as far as she could handle because endless waves of dizzying pleasure annihilated her thoughts. Her power lashed out wildly and puffed out Jaune’s hair, adding curls and a thick, luxuriant length that kept growing as she fucked Ruby from one screaming orgasm to another until the hair was left hanging as low as Jaune’s waist. 

Jaune’s arms wrapped tight around Ruby, the throbbing of their cocks matching the beat of their hearts. They came together, though, at this point, it’d be harder for Ruby not to. Both of them shuddered as Jaune’s cum shot deep into Ruby, filling her insides with warmth. The aftershocks of the synchronised orgasms rippled over Ruby and seemed unending.

She watched as red wine highlights crept on the end of Jaune's hair, the very tips a beautiful fiery red. Then Jaune took a breath and began fucking her again. The shock that Jaune wasn’t done hit Ruby almost as hard as the near-endless orgasms, as her whole body tensed and twisted under them. Ruby’s mind couldn’t cope, and her vision darkened as she looked back at Jaune’s ecstatic, smiling face.

She fainted right into that gloriously new soft chest, the warm heat of Jaune’s ruby piercings sawing inside her, turning any dreams she might have into pleasure-soaked fantasies.  

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Ruby woke up held tight in Jaune’s powerful arms, cradled like a child holding a favourite toy while they slept. The newly transformed blacksmith was sound asleep, snoring gently beside her. Ruby smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of their bodies merging. Jaune’s new massive chest was the perfect pillow to enjoy the warm, flowing delight of a body aching from all the muscle spasms orgasming until you passed out created.

Any problems with fainting while using her power would need a thorough check over, and she looked forward to inspecting her work afterwards. She’d hate for Jaune to not enjoy all the new features she’d given her. After a fucking that hard, Jaune deserved to enjoy a little passing out of her own.

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Chapter 6: Neo

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When your friends cut you down, it's time to rethink how you see the world.

Neo hadn't planned to be tipped off the edge into the void with the rest of team RWBY, but Cinder had blindsided her after she'd barely sent Ruby tumbling over the edge. The girl had a lot more punch to her than she remembered, and it still bothered her how hard she'd had to fight to beat her. Ruby Rose had been ungainly with her unfamiliar figure, yet nearly laid Neo out with her clumsy swings. She'd been so damn close to getting some sense of closure, and then Cinder had shown her true face. With the Relic in her hand, she did not need Neo anymore.

Which made everything she'd ever said suspect. Was Ruby even responsible for killing Roman? An important question, but she'd only get an answer from the girl herself, and while Neo had been exploring this world, she'd not found anyone she knew yet. With no resources and nobody she could rely on, she'd taken work exploring the deep forests around Skugge, picking out lost treasures from the plant-choked towns lost to the flood of overgrowth. It kept her fed, and at night she got to poke around Skugge in search of Ruby and the others, silently picking through the houses of the high and mighty. A literal thing in this place, where being tall and muscled seemed to come in part with status.

It frustrated Neo that this meant everyone thought she was worth less than nothing, but more fool them if they felt that being small made her weak. She'll let their delusions keep their guard low and take what she wants while they turn their backs on her. Bit by bit, she was learning every inch of this city, and if team RWBY or any others turned up, she'd find out soon enough.

Skugge was a town that thrived on rumour, not that people were bored. It was shocking how freely people here would fuck to take the edge off a dull day. More than once, she'd been creeping around a house while trying to block out the sound of someone getting pounded within an inch of their life in a nearby room. It was the perfect cover for her sneaking, but she could have done without hearing it. Sex was the gossip everyone loved to share, so when a whole gaggle of Amazons had suddenly turned up, they'd taken the city by storm, stories of debauched parties passing by Neo's ears that seemed simply too excessive to be true.

A mansion full of beautiful women with the stature to be the wealthiest of Skugge, all popping out of thin air? It didn't sound like Team RWBY, but it sounded like someone who'd come here from the outside, and maybe they'd have a lead on how to get back.

Getting inside a place as big as the mansion would be tough for anyone. Tall walls, heavy gates, and alarm systems were more advanced than anything from back home, and it'd be near impossible for anyone to break in.

Anyone who wasn't Neo, who could use her Semblance to trick every system into thinking everything was fine and walk right in through the front door. Some days she liked to challenge herself and not use her power, but tonight her curiosity was enough to keep her interested. She didn't have to make this any harder than it needed to be.

Neo could hear the click of her heeled boots as she walked through the marble halls, deadening the sound so it got no further than her own ears. This place was quiet, far too quiet for a home this large. From what she'd heard, this place should be heaving from parties all day and night, but all she'd found were remnants, rooms that reeked of sex.

The furniture was strange, small parts of them busted up as if a furious brawl had taken place, but on closer examination, the handprints and dents from bodies crushed into them seemed less like impacts and more that they'd people had been pounded into the wood and fabric until it could take no more. But it was rare and only Neo’s keen eye even picked it up, most of the furniture was perfectly unharmed, like it’d been bought only yesterday with not a single scuff on it. It didn’t really make sense to Neo, how could something be carefully restored and yet still bear marks? And how much here had really been destroyed if she wasn’t seeing all of the damage?

Ripped and discarded clothes littered the place, monstrously large pieces Neo could have worn as a full dress. It made her feel like she was stalking giants, a tiny mouse scurrying about just out of their sight and wary of a trap that could be around any corner.

The floors in some rooms were sticky, and she didn't want to think too hard about why, but it didn't stop her from checking each room one by one. The mansion was almost completely quiet, she stumbled across several kitchens, a library, a gym, a workshop and a garage that housed a giant six wheeled vehicle. The faintest sounds coming from somewhere else in the building drew her forth like a moth to a flame. The sound was a low drone barely on the edge of hearing, impossible to make out, but not natural. The building was vast; what seemed like hundreds of rooms had to be in it, all of them built to a scale that made her feel like a child. It was upsetting enough that Neo was already on edge before she finally made a breakthrough.

A room at the end of a corridor had a padded door, and Neo felt the slightest vibrations when she pressed her hand to it. Sound was being muffled by the padding, a secret room where the owners could be noisy without arousing suspicion.

It was intriguing that they would go to such effort when they sounded so free from the rumours.

It only took her a moment to shake out a small pouch of lock picks to beat the door's tumblers and let herself in, closing the door behind her carefully. The room was pitch black, but there was a mechanical sound in here, the sucking noise of pumps and the sound of moaning, not pained but persistent enough it wasn't just the idle moan of a sleeper. She felt about the walls for a light switch on the wall next to her, and bracing herself for trouble, Neo flicked it on and immediately wished she hadn't.

It was like a torture chamber, though torture was far from the thing happening here. The room had been partitioned with divider walls into separate areas, and each one held some device that defined imagination and an occupant who went against all reason. Thankfully they were all too distracted to even notice Neo, and as much as she wanted to cut her losses and run, she had to learn something about what was happening here.

She took it from left to right. The first section of the room was like a hospital room crossed with a ship's engine room. A massive padded bed had a woman with long, flowing black hair reclined back on it, and she was just as impressive as all the rumours stated. She had to be at least two heads taller than Neo, and just one of her arms was as thick as both of Neo's put together. The muscle wasn't bulging off her, but she wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, so Neo got to see every chiselled line and the hard six-pack core of a beauty who could probably have folded Neo in half without breaking a sweat.

Breasts big enough it made Neo feel jealous were hooked up to a milking device, the suction cup over each nipple pumping away. The pumps filled the tubing attached to it with rich white liquid that went back to the two cylindrical containers behind her. They were nearly full with an almost unbelievable amount of milk.

The black-haired woman must have been trapped for hours to fill them up that far, and that's ignoring how she probably should have shrivelled up to a husk doing it! Robotic hands tended to the black-haired beauty, extended out on snake-like mechanical arms that were probably there to keep her fed and watered.

What they were actually doing was fondling her up, the mechanical hands pressing into those breasts so firmly they dug deep furrows into the soft flesh. They weren't trying to hurt her; from her reaction, she very much appreciated the stimulation as she moaned and bucked against their pressing fingers.

Neo's mouth was already dry from shock, but it worsened as she lowered her eyes. The woman had a cock, and that word was not enough to do it justice. She'd seen a dick or two in her time, but this was far beyond anything she'd even thought possible. It looked more like a baton than a penis, a head as big as Neo's fist and covered in veins that pulsated rhythmically as if it strained against the mechanical hands stroking it. The hands were well oiled to stroke, too, because the whole thing was shining slick with her own cum, globules of it dripping off into a huge clear container, already filled deep enough it was getting close to overflowing.

The amount would have seemed unbelievable, but Neo could see the woman's balls were more than large enough to be up to the task. Skin stretched tight enough to be smooth as a dedicated pair of machine hands relentlessly massaged the fat, swollen orbs. Churning them to no doubt try to coax out another messy orgasm. Just when she thought she couldn't be further shocked, Neo saw a pussy stretched out by one of those snake-like mechanical arms hiding just below the balls. The arm's hand was so deep inside the black-haired woman that she couldn't see it. The pussy stretched out enough that the hand was using her like a glove, and from her ecstatic moans, she loved every second.

Too much. Neo didn't know what she could do there, so she moved on to the next section of the room.

The blonde-haired amazon in this one wasn't lying down like the last but held by restraints that had her suspended off the ceiling and walls, spreadeagled out for Neo's viewing pleasure. She was something to look at, too, only a little taller than the black-haired woman but so much thicker. With powerful muscle and broad shoulders, a wide waist supported a powerful core. The Blonde looked like she could have ripped out the restraints from the wall with one pull if they gave her a little room to move and maybe brought the wall down with it.

Her body was pristine, and her breasts were nearly double the size of the last, so large and heavy Neo was sure they'd end her in a second if they fell on her. Yet again, the woman was also being milked. This time, however, the tubes leading off the milking device were empty because two massive tanks behind her were already full to the brim, and the tubes had filled out and burst, spraying milk down the giant amazon's body and pooling on the floor. The milking pumps were still drawing out more, two rivers of milk gliding down the mountains of her abs and along the curve of thighs that could have crushed concrete before dripping down to the floor below.

Neo wasn't comfortable with how quickly her eyes went to check the woman's crotch but her curiosity was insatiable now. She had to know how deep this went. The bindings weren't only for her limbs; it seemed a cock just as staggeringly impressive as the last woman was bound up in the wire restraints and tied firmly to her stomach, pointing up her abs. Pre-cum dribbled down a length that made Neo feel an ache between her thighs, and the Blonde's balls seemed to be outright throbbing from a need for release, but she was getting no stimulation there.

The mechanical hands were instead sawing a set of buzzing beads in and out of her pussy and ass, each bead thicker than Neo's thumb. She could hear the 'Pop pop' of them going in and out, each one abuzz with vibrations and slick with juices sprayed from the Blonde's pussy and all down her thighs, making them glisten in the room's light.

The Blonde was screaming into her gag so intensely that the restraints were rattling in time to the wailing, and Neo didn't want to get any closer. She might free herself through the sheer strength of her orgasmic muscle clenching. She took a fearful step back and then looked at the last section, hoping that this one had something she could use. Neo felt she had committed. It'd be cowardice to just back out and flee into the halls, and Neo wasn't afraid of anything.

Rather than the complex stimulation equipment of the other nooks, the last was a tall, crimson clad goddess. A long white braid draped down from the woman's head over a body encased in metallic red tinted latex. It was so tight against her body nothing was left to the imagination, every muscle picked and made to shine. Long legs that'd be perfect for kicks or nimbly darting about a battlefield, a trim waist just wide enough to give her beautiful body some stunning curves, all complimenting a gorgeous latex-encased six-pack. The other two women had been power and excess, while this white-haired woman's body was a more elegant power. If the Blonde could have ripped Neo apart, this one would have pressed her down and applied pressure until she broke.

Neo slapped her cheeks. She shouldn't be thinking that way! The place was getting to her.

Muscles weren't the only thing the crimson latex suit picked out, a thick curve padding out the latex running down her left thigh. A girthy cock no less impressive than the other two women's, straining against the tight metallic material. White hair's head was exposed, but she was blindfolded with a thin blue cloth and seemed asleep. Behind her, a computer was fitted into the wall, a large green countdown running on it that piqued Neo's interest. Taking a step forward, she nearly jumped out of her skin when the white-haired captive's suit came alive, rumbling with a buzz that made her whole body tremble. The captive woman moaned, and the sound of it was immediately familiar to Neo.

She'd never heard Weiss moan, but if she had to guess what it sounded like, then it was like this, but lighter. Weiss was nearly as short as Neo, while the tall woman was more like a big sister. A very big sister with a very big cock.

It couldn't be a coincidence that they all bore a resemblance to team RWBY but significantly sized up. She had to work out what was happening here.

Carefully sliding around Weiss, Neo pressed her hands to the back of the walls of the alcove to guide her past the trembling latex-wrapped woman. Weiss wasn't bound in place, and her shaking body had her stagger Neo's way, slamming a hand above Neo's head as Weiss steadied herself on the wall. Neo bit her lip as she held her breath. Weiss' huge breast was less than an inch from her face, if she leaned in any further, she'd press Neo right into the wall, and there was no way she'd miss that.

"F- fuck", Weiss said calmly, trying to sound prim and proper even though the knee trembling stimulation of her suit.

Her braid swung down and batted off Neo's face, but Weiss didn't even notice it as she moaned like she was in heat. Her muscles flexed as she let the sensation work through her. Neo pressed herself even firmer into the wall as Weiss kicked up a knee and slammed it into the wall, shaking it against Neo's back. From the sounds of it, those long legs could hit hard enough to shatter bone, and Weiss wasn't even trying to hurt right now. She was trying to work out her feelings on the wall as the buzzing latex suit inflamed her senses.

A few beads of sweat from Weiss' sweating brow dripped down onto Neo, but she didn't dare move. If she shifted a hair in any direction, she'd be touching Weiss, and she didn't want to find out what this giant goddess could do to her if angered.

Relief flooded Neo as Weiss backed off, staggering to the other side of the alcove and lying back against the wall. Massaging her cock and squeezing one of her breasts through the suit as she mewled away, the sound making Neo tremble for reasons she didn't even want to analyze right now.

Focus on the task.

With Weiss distracted, the computer was open to her, and she carefully pressed the keys quietly. She had to be sure she wasn't louder than Weiss' groans as she checked what was happening.

Two hours left on the countdown. It seemed tied to the machines each woman was in.

Two more hours of this sexual teasing? Neo wasn't sure she could have handled anything this intense for that long.

The settings of the machines all seemed to adjust on their own, automatically moving to keep each woman in a permanent state of arousal. Neo knew Skugge was a deviant place, but this mechanical sexual device was leagues beyond anything she'd ever seen.

Who made a whole machine to perfect edging?

She was digging deeper, trying to find the perverted mind behind this all, when she felt two powerful arms wrap around her. Neo gasped as a tingle started at her crotch before travelling through her body. Shiny, crimson latex-wrapped arms pulled her into an inescapably firm hug, crushing her head back against a set of perfect breasts that were bigger than her head. Neo tried to slide free, but it was impossible, far too strong.

"Well, who do we have here?" Weiss purred as she pressed her fingers against Neo's crotch, the buzz of the suit making Neo squirm even through the thick fabric of her pants.

Neo looked up as her hips wriggled, thanking her luck that Weiss' blindfold hadn't slipped off. She couldn't respond, so she just had to hope keeping mute wouldn't freak Weiss out. Play along and try to find a way out. Nobody she'd seen so far would work as a disguise, so she had to keep that blindfold on.

"You're new," Weiss spoke again, pulling Neo closer still, pressing her lips close to Neo's ear. "A little thing like you. I could really enjoy playing with someone like that right now."

That voice. That beautiful, husky, sexy voice sent shivers racing through Neo's spine. She wasn't a toy! Trying to get a grip on Weiss to push some distance between them, her hands sinking into vibrating latex and hard muscle.

Weiss chuckled softly, mistaking her grabbing for play and kissing Neo's neck. The soft touch of Weiss' tongue made Neo shudder and tense in anticipation.

"There's nothing against the rules about making you cum," Weiss whispered seductively as she licked Neo's skin. "And if Ruby doesn't like it, I'm sure she can punish us both later."

Neo's mouth worked wordlessly as she panicked, feet kicking as Weiss lifted her off the ground and pinned her to the wall. Feeling Weiss' warm breath wash over her chest as she teased the base of Neo's throat with playful bites.

"So soft," Weiss said as she moved lower, licking Neo's collarbone. "You're a real treat. Let's get a look at you."

Neo had to think fast, and with no other options, she grabbed the fat length trapped next to Weiss' thigh and squeezed. Weiss groaned so hard at the feeling of her cock getting fondled that her whole body shook, the air rushing out of her lungs. Neo stared wide-eyed at the perfect circle of Weiss' mouth and slowly stroked Weiss' shaft through the latex, the vibrations rippling off her fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" Weiss moaned as Neo stroked her dick, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "Been waiting so fucking long to feel a hand wrapped around my cock. Don't stop."

Neo blushed at Weiss' words as she kept stroking, not wanting to stop until Weiss gave her the space to drop free. But instead of letting go, Weiss leaned forward, crushing Neo with her breasts as she kissed Neo's cheek and trailed kisses across her jawline towards her ear. Her hot breath tickled Neo's ear, sending shivers running down her spine as Weiss teased the tender flesh of her earlobe with gentle suckling pressure.

"You're going to love having a gigantic cock inside you." Weiss purred into her ear. "Ladies just melt for me, and a tiny one like you, you'll never walk straight again. And love me for it."

Neo gulped nervously. Even if she could speak, the words would never have gotten past the lump in her throat. Weiss didn't seem to care, continuing to whisper sweet nothings into Neo's ear.

"Quiet? You must be thinking about how tight your wet pussy will be around my cock. How much you will beg me to fill every inch of you."

Weiss continued, rubbing her thigh against Neo's crotch, the hard length of her cock pressing in and making Neo's mind begin to frazzle. It was too much! Weiss was sex-crazed. She had to get out of there before she ended up stripped and pounded across every surface of this room. Her legs trembled beneath her, weakly struggling to find any footing against Weiss' latex-covered legs.

"Feisty!" Weiss chuckled. "I bet you've been dreaming about what it feels like to have something huge stretching open your insides, haven't you? Did you sneak in here to get a taste of a Schnee? I promise you it's like nothing you've ever felt."

Neo had no other option. She got a hand on Weiss' braid and pulled hard, whipping the woman's head back with a sharp cry. "What the fuck!"

Weiss' let go from the shock of pain, and Neo dropped to the ground, squirming out of Wiess' grip, dashing for the door. Weiss had ripped her blindfold off and was staring at her. "Neo? Oh, you are not getting away with this!"

Neo didn't even turn. She knew when to cut and run; right now, getting out of there was all that mattered. Reaching the door, she pulled on the handle hard and slammed it open, diving forward to get out of the room. Something caught her in mid-air, arms flailing as her leg stuck fast on something before she slammed down onto the ground so hard she felt every one of her bones rattle.

She tilted her head, muscles screaming in pain as she looked down her body to see tendrils of latex had oozed out of the floor and caught her foot. She pulled against it, but that just seemed to excite it, flowing up to swallow her whole foot. Kicking to try free her boot, Neo put her hands on the floorboards for leverage, only to feel wetness seep over her fingers. They became impossible to move as the latex captured her.

Weiss was chuckling, "Oh, you're in for it now. You should have just let me enjoy you."

Neo wasn't sure what she meant. Weiss had activated something on the computer behind her and was going back to her position in her alcove, leaning against the wall and caressing herself as she watched Neo like she was the newest entertainment for her.

What was going to happen to her? This was insane.

"Get her out of those clothes," calls a voice behind her, just outside the room. But she can't even turn to see it now, all her limbs trapped fast.

The mechanical limbs from what must be Blake's chamber extend out, grabbing onto her clothes and ripping them away. Every hard pull tore fabric and wrenched her up off the ground, only to drop her back on her ass with a thump and repeat. The mechanical hands shredded her outfit like paper, and the cool latex on her hands and feet was the only thing keeping her skin away from the chill air of the room now.

A gag slipped over her mouth, and she bit into it, pulling it out of surprised fingers and spitting it onto the floor. Like hell they'd take her easy.

Fingers locked around her jaw, and turned her face to look up. Right into the very last person she wanted to see right now. Ruby Rose, the new one. Tall and imposing, confident and beautiful. The woman who'd punched Neo so hard they still had a bruise on her shoulder, even through her aura, and now she was looking down at Neo with amusement. Not hatred, not anger, amusement! Like it was all just some funny joke, Neo had ended up in this ludicrous situation.

"I'm quite tired of you fighting me, Neo. You got yourself into this mess." Ruby placed the gag over Neo's mouth; this time, it shimmered with silver and flowed like water past her lips. Her teeth went right through it as she tried to bite it again, and she felt it swell to fill up the space in her mouth.

"Better," Ruby said, "Now you'll behave."

Neo raised an eyebrow at her. What was the point of the gag, anyway?

Her eyes shot a lot wider when a silver glow formed between Ruby's hands, and she stretched it out like it was made of gel, moulding it in her hands to make an eye-wateringly massive dildo. Sleek but thick with a flared head. Not as large as what she'd seen Blake or Weiss packing, but really close.

"Yang's going to be so disappointed she missed this," Ruby said, Neo flicking her eyes to Yang, who was still moaning loudly under the care of the mechanical hands. "But you got us all into this trouble, so I don't think she gets to call dibs."

The meaty slap of Ruby hitting the dildo into her palm drew Neo's eyes back, and Ruby smirked as she saw Neo's wide eyes. "Mine's bigger, but you've got to start somewhere. Jaune, can you sort everyone out, hun?"

Whoever came through was not Jaune Arc, that was for sure. A tall, fit-looking woman, just like all the rest here, came into the room, stopping only to give Ruby a deep kiss before they began working to change Yang’s milking tanks. The blonde cried out with delight as the pumps once again began drawing out milk, thrashing in her restraints with pleasure. Weiss didn’t seem bothered by it, she folded her arms and waited, leaning on the wall, eyes hungrily watching Ruby's every move.

They couldn't really mean to fuck her, right?

Ruby gets one hand around her shoulder and lifts her off the floor as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. She left Neo dangling from her hand, unable to move as the living latex shifted to stick her limbs together, still spreading across her body.

"Been having so much fun with a new friend's toys," Ruby said as Weiss came over to take over, holding her, one hand under her ass and another around her shoulders, lifting her to present her pussy to Ruby.

"Should have gone with me," Weiss grinned as Neo looked back at her, mind cracking a little as her situation became apparent. "Ruby's relentless."

"You weren't meant to be getting off yet!" Ruby huffed.

Weiss laughed at her, chest shaking against Neo's back as Weiss' fingers dug into her flesh. As much as the stuck-up Schnee liked to brag about her talents, she wasn't lacking for them when it came to kneading flesh, Neo felt a groan building in her throat, but the gag stopped her from fully expressing it.

Oh, so that's what that the gag is for.

"Don't let cute little things near me then." Weiss said, rolling her fingers through Neo's flesh, "I can't help they just throw themselves at me."

That was not what she'd done at all!

Ruby saw her indignant struggling and ran a hand over her bare stomach. "Look, she's excited."

Oh, this was some bullshit!

"So am I," Weiss agreed, "Don't drag everything out. She's wet already."

Against her will, maybe!

Neo couldn't help that the treatment she was getting felt good. She could feel herself shaking as Ruby lifted her legs high, placing them on Ruby's shoulders as she dragged her summoned-up dildo along Neo's thighs, circling her pussy with the fat head. It didn't look like it could ever fit. But as Ruby lined it up and slid the tip of the cock inside Neo, Neo felt a warm golden liquid seeped out around the shaft and silver dust flowing off Ruby and over her body, sinking into her skin.

"Oh, she doesn't deserve that," Weiss said, tightening her grip on Neo, holding her fast for Ruby's slowly advancing toy.

"You'll all break her if I don't." Ruby grinned. "Don't worry. I'm sure we can handle her once I'm done."

"Hear that?" Weiss purred, pushing her whole body forward, forcing it onto the end of the dildo, the fat head slipping inside Neo after some painful stretching. The roll of the smooth, hard cock over her sensitive insides made her give a muffled gasp. "We're going to fuck your brains out, Neo. By the end of this, you might not even remember our names."

The sensation was incredible, far better than anything she'd felt before. The dildo filled her insides so fully that every nerve was aflame. Every inch the dildo claimed sent flaring pleasure through her body.

She tried to pull away from the invading cock, but Weiss had her held too tightly, and she couldn't escape, feeling more and more trapped until she finally gave in to the inevitable and moaned, arching her hips upwards towards the dildo, which was sliding deeper and deeper into her. Her thighs slid over Ruby's shoulders as Ruby hammered the dildo forward with her palm, the thick length of silvered metal pressing itself home, filling her with plenty to spare.

"Fuck..." Weiss whispered, "She's tight. Couldn't you have waited to do this? How good would that pussy have felt?"

Neo couldn't deny it felt good, but it also felt like she was being sawn in half. The mix of the two sensations was unforgivingly intense.

"You think I won't give her a pussy worth fucking?" Ruby asked, folding Neo's legs back so they went up along her body, pressing her tiny body between the two Amazonian women, heavy breasts mashing her chest and muscular arms moving her bound limbs as if she was some posable doll.

Weiss was doing it for fun while Ruby moved her to allow her to drive that dildo deep and hit spots Neo didn't even know she had. Her vision swam and danced as she felt a terrifyingly huge orgasm build, a pressure behind her eyes and deep in her stuffed pussy.

"Aww...you want us to stop?" Weiss teased, rubbing her hands up Neo's sides and across her tits, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Neo wanted to say something, to tell them how wrong they were, but even if she could speak, the right words didn't come to mind. It felt good. It fell far too fucking good. She was almost powerless to resist the rising climax threatening to drown her.

"Just hold still," Ruby told her as she worked her pussy. Neo's eyes popped as she felt two fingers curl up into her ass, a fizzling sensation flowing across the flesh as Ruby twirled her fingers and summoned some beads to go with the dildo. Those writhing fingers twisted the beads around inside her and only pushed the dizzying feeling of everything to even headier heights.

Neo's body shook as she felt the orgasm race along her veins, and to her surprise, her body swelled with it. She pushed the two women pressing on her apart as she filled out, body shooting up until her hips bumped against Ruby's head, long legs dangling over her shoulders. Her head raised to be level with Weiss and then even went a little further, Weiss biting her neck after a quick glare at Ruby.

"Let's get her somewhere a bit more comfortable," Ruby said, leaving the toys buried in Neo as she got her arms around Neo's back and hoisted her off Weiss, teeth dragging along Neo's throat as she was ripped free with a teasing burn. Jaune had detached Blake from her machine and was carrying her out, the exhausted Faunus rubbing her head affectionately against the blonde woman as they led her away. Ruby dumped Neo on the recliner Blake had just been lying on. The smell of arousal soaked deep in it, overpowering Neo's senses as Ruby laid her down and spread her legs wide open.

"What are you going to do now?" Weiss asked, leaning over Neo and licking her cheek. Ruby flicked her head, and Weiss darted back, laughing as she rubbed her hands over her crimson latex suit. "I mean, I'm happy to watch."

"Good, I'll get to you later," Ruby said to Weiss, eyes still locked on her as she took one of Neo's nipples into her mouth and sucked gently.

Neo squirmed, trying to push herself higher to see what was happening, but the spreading latex which had swallowed her arms and legs by now, wouldn't let her move much. Ruby's face disappeared into a swelling pair of tits, and Neo gasped as she felt the weight press down on her. She felt so fucking good, Ruby's tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple and making Neo moan.

"Mmhmm," Ruby hummed happily, working her way down Neo's stomach, fingers drawing out abs that took form as Ruby pressed into her skin, patting them when they were fully formed. Then Ruby began to really work that dildo back into Neo's pussy. It felt more manageable this time, gliding through her folds and filling her with no resistance.

But it'd been massive? How?

Neo groaned again when Ruby pulled the dildo out and slammed it back in, taking it right up to the base as it battered Neo's inner walls. It was like the breaking of a dam of pure pleasure. Neo cried out as she came, rocking her head and shuddering as Ruby stroked her hand through the air above her, shimmering crystal forming and hardening until it formed a mirror in the air.

"What do you think, then?" Ruby grinned. "Don't rush to tell me."

Neo couldn't even be mad at the joke because what was in the mirror was incredible. She was ... tall! With a generous chest and enough muscle, she could snap Cinder like a twig when she found her again. It was one hell of an upgrade.

"No cock?" Weiss said, "I thought that came with the package."

"I think she’s got plenty of cock already," Ruby smirked, grinding the dildo against Neo’s insides and making her moan. "She's not going to be fucking anyone, so what would she do with it?"

"Oh, I'm not complaining. She looks very nice. The others will be thrilled.” Weiss said, and she tilted her head “Piercings going on last? She’s got a good look to her, I think you can sign this piece of work."

Ruby's fingers glowed as Neo felt stabbing pain that seemed to go against the flow of the latex, travelling down her body. Ruby piercings formed out of thin air through both her nipples and her navel, glittering before the latex swallowed them up.

She even felt a quick pinch of pain that made her head swim with a sudden, sharp orgasm. That little red succubus had pierced her clit too!

The spreading latex wasn't stopping, claiming her new body completely and not stopping until it was just below her mouth. She watched as her mouth and the gag held within then disappeared under the creeping dark midnight blue liquid. She tried to tell Ruby with her eyes that she wanted to sort things out. She wasn't trouble!

"It'll be nice to sort her out. Maybe after a few weeks, we can free her up. She should be nice and broken in by then."

Typical. They were going to spend weeks doing something she was ready to do now! With no voice to tell them otherwise.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be all bad. At least they'd really get to test out her new body for her.

“I’ll get back to you in a day or two”, Ruby whispered into Neo’s ear. Neo struggled against the latex to try to grab Ruby, she didn’t want to be left here! Working her up and then not even fucking her, Ruby really was evil!

What beauty that evil held though.

Neo tried but failed to tear her eyes away from Ruby’s ass as she swished out of the alcove. Weiss had said they all had a cock and now Neo couldn’t help but imagine that Ruby had one any less impressive than the rest. The anticipation of seeing it made her feel tense and the mechanical hands that had been taking care of Blake jumped on that tension, massaging out hidden knots as well as starting to drill the dildo and anal beads in and out of her holes making Neo cry with unfettered pleasure into her gag.

Between her own cries, Yang’s loud ecstatic wailing, Weiss' more subdued but intense groans, and the sensations caused by the mechanical hands made thought near impossible.

The one thought that came through crystal clear though was about Ruby's dick anyway, Neo didn’t need to worry about anything else for now.

Chapter 7: Sugar Rush (Ruby/Neo/Ren)

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"This is crazy, another world! This is crazy, right?" Nora said, bouncing on her heels as they faced the massive stone doors surrounded by a giant tree's withered remains.

The portal had just turned up one day. Everyone had heard how RWBY and a few others had come barrelling through it in a massive truck not that long ago, and now Ren had to patiently put up with Nora's endless questions about how it worked. He didn't have any clue, but he didn't want to crush her enthusiasm. Once Nora got a hold of an idea, it was best to help her ride out the thought.

Ren tugged the collar of his desert clothing and rolled his shoulders as Nora excitedly prodded at the great stone doors. The withered tree portal being in Vacuo had turned out to be a bit of a pain as he still wasn't quite used to the baking heat of the continent even with his layered clothing. If Nora was affected, she didn't show it, seemingly taking to the heat as easily as she did anything else.

"It just sucks we missed the big fight," Nora said, turning and leaning on the stone doors with a swish of her arms. Its unyielding stone wasn't exactly the most captivating bit of entertainment. "Like a whole boss rush, and I didn't even get a single hammer swing!"

"We are lucky our friends had it in hand," Ren said, trying to adjust his collar when Nora wasn't looking. "It may have been beyond us, anyway. They say Mercury Black had Tyrian's tail with him."

“Ooh, friend is a good call.” Nora looks up at the giant stone doors and yells “FRIEND!”

The doors spark with a flash of colour and groans but they don’t open.

 

"Psssh these doors are not a fan it seems. Also Black doesn't even have a Semblance, I could have taken him," Nora said, turning and punching the stone. The doors shake as a few withered leaves fall. "Instead, they just rolled right over him! Cinder, at least, would have been a challenge."

"Neo took her on alone, a whole revenge thing. I don't think you'd have enjoyed being with her," Ren said, "She's a little terse."

"Wow," Nora rolled her eyes. "Imagine being with a person like that. How would I survive?"

"I'm not ... terse," Ren said, faltering on the massive lie that was, "Well, not as much as she is, anyway."

"You're hot, which can forgive a lot of terse. Okay!" Nora bashed the head of her hammer against the ground like she was rapping a staff for attention before deftly kicking it back up into her hands. "Okay, okay, fine, I couldn't have done any of them. But fighting those Grimm, I could have totally done that."

"Well..."

"No way, Ren! Don't even think of saying I couldn't! We fight Grimm. That's totally what we do."

Ren shrugged. "They were special kinds. Smarter, more powerful."

"Grimm's a Grimm, come on, you don't feel we missed out there to fight with our friends?" Nora said, hopping over to him with big swinging steps. "You've got to admit you're a little upset we missed that. They don't even know we're dating!"

"It would have been nice to assist, I suppose," Ren said. "And I'm sure they know it was always inevitable."

"Hah!" Nora hip-bumped the taciturn man. "You're lucky you have me, or nobody would ever say anything sexy around here. We'd have been a power couple! We could have fought Salem with them and shown off our stuff!"

"Yeah, I think maybe missing that bit is fine. It wasn't a fight." Ren said, putting an arm around Nora and squeezing her.

"What? I heard Ruby kicked her ass!"

Ren shook his head. Of course, she'd only caught onto that part. "No, she more ... talked it out. Salem was hurting and realized ending her curse was an endless cycle of pain. Both to herself and all those around her."

"Heavy", Nora said, rolling her head to lean on Ren's shoulder. She was much more touchy-feely of late, but he'd never spoken up about it. It was nice to feel her presence close to him, and her boundless enthusiasm had always been soothing. Everyone else's motions hinted at hidden thoughts and guilt. Nora was just a pure soul, open and clear.

"So she didn't get beat?" Nora said after a thoughtful pause.

"Uh... it's complicated. Ruby did something with her silver eyes, and Salem's different now." Ren shrugged. "Not sure if the Lady of the Grimm just gets to walk away from things after all she's done, but that's about where we are."

"Cool," Nora said, even though she would probably ask all this again in a day. Then she waved madly at the portal. "But I want to see their cool other world! Where the fuck are they?!"

That was a little crude, but it was an entirely fair question.

---

Eventually, the portal opened, and the pair were allowed to walk through the doors into a whole other world. The change from desert heat to lush tropical vegetation was a sudden shift, but Skugge was a beautiful city, and they'd lost a day exploring it. The Mansion also took up their time, Nora getting greasy looking over the huge Nomad truck while Ren spent more time going through the Mansion’s library, which was probably thankful for the attention.

Ruby was excited to see her friends again. It'd been so long! The fight to end Salem and the Grimm problem had been exhausting, not just all the battles they'd had to endure. Getting Gladys to help with the portals had been a task in itself. The gang had tried to coax her out with promises of testing, but eventually, they'd had to let the perverted AI take up residence in the Mansion. She'd been finding the place a wealth of information and still ducked her head whenever Ruby looked her way, instantly cowed by Ruby even doing something as simple as smiling at her. At least she knew her place!

Neo, on the other hand, had been far more trouble. They'd eventually worked out that she'd come to talk things out. Awkwardly, that'd taken far longer than it should have while they tried to tease her into switching sides. She'd been getting her revenge however she could. It was a constant threat in the Mansion of suddenly having Neo pop out of an illusion and drag you into a room, gags and all sorts of gear at the ready so that you couldn't spoil her silence. Yang and Neo still had a furious rivalry, and Neo had taken to randomly stealing Blake at the most inopportune times to annoy her. Ruby was ignoring it all. It'd either work itself out, or someone would eventually get their pelvis crushed to dust.

She half suspected they were all into it anyway, and Weiss was no help as she just stirred things up for amusement's sake. Jaune was the only person even semi-responsible in this place! If he weren't around to help pick up the pieces, she'd have probably lost it long before they took down Salem.

But it was all done. Now they could breathe and enjoy themselves a bit. So much had changed. It'd be a shame not to enjoy some of the changes. Ruby had certainly done enough of those herself now. She'd gotten far better with her powers, and now the Mansion was spotless, despite the best efforts of everyone in it to ruin it again. It was time to catch up with friends and show off a little. Get people used to the brand-new Ruby Rose.

Nora and Ren had arrived through the portal in the morning, and after a rather breathless tour of the place, they'd settled for enjoying the Mansion's gym. It was cute how the pair of them couldn't resist immediately returning to work, Ren was always so focused, and Nora needed to burn off energy constantly. The pair were always cute, but now they were a full-on couple. She was amazed Nora hadn't broken Ren yet, Ruby had gotten used to a ludicrous amount of sex, but all that energy in bed would probably leave even her a little breathless. Maybe patience and diligence weren't just good for training. Nora was a possibly quite lucky girl.

Ruby grinned. Well, they'd both be a lot luckier after today.

The Mansion's gym was a gorgeous bit of work. A round room with a central pillar holding up the roof. Around the pillars were various machines sectioned off, like pie slices, into different workout areas. One section would have all sorts of punching bags, while another would be for agility with ropes, bars and rings for people to twirl on. The mirrors around the curved walls let people see themselves wherever they stood to check their form. Or to admire themselves, which had recently become a popular hobby.

It was the perfect place to work out, and amazingly sometimes people did work out here, though if they kept their routine up and didn't let it devolve into fucking someone a lot rarer. Wiping down every surface before you used it wasn't just polite here. It was essential.

Ren and Nora were currently practising their boxing skills against each other, Ren holding a pair of hand pads as Nora smashed them with some thunderous punches. It was an excellent exercise to work up a sweat, and both of them had done just that. Nora was looking tired, already panting between swings. Ruby could see the slight wobble in her punches. Ren's hands were probably pretty sore, even with the padding. Nora wasn't just strong. She was one of the strongest people Ruby knew. At least before all the recent changes, and even then, she'd always been pretty beastly.

Ruby took a moment to admit them as they worked together. Nora's pink headband was a cute touch, and she wore the same white top with a pink heart that she'd worn back in Beacon. It was not her size anymore, her belly poking out of the bottom as it hung tight to her body. Her legs were toned from regular workouts, and Ruby had no problems there. Well-built was her preference, especially when you had an ass that looked amazing in tight shorts like Nora's.

Ren had a more conservative outfit, his dark green shirt tied off at the waist by a thin strip of black cloth and the sleeves rolled up over his forearms. He wore simple white shorts that nicely showed off his thigh muscles. Nora and Ren had always been up for a fight, and things getting more peaceful hadn't softened their edges. If anything, they seemed more ready to get in trouble than ever.

"Hey!" Ruby said as she leaned on the central pillar, Nora jumping at the sound of her voice. "How's my favourite couple?"

"Ruby! Oh, shut up," Nora said as her swing completely missed the pads Ren was holding, and she spun on the spot. "I heard everyone's a couple recently! I bet we're not even top three."

"Number one, I swear! I have shipped this for so long."

Ren shook his head, picking the pads off his hands. "You didn't keep that very secret from me, and I admit t took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out why you got so giddy around us when we were just relaxing."

"I wasn't giddy", Ruby huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

It drew their attention there, and she saw their eyes go wide. She'd been waiting for this for so long, dressed up for it even! Her gym top was a work of art, a black tube top with a red line running along the bottom just above her abs, her rose patterned symbol bright on the front. It was cut down enough to show some generous cleavage and even the edges of her bra, the black cups putting in another hard day's work trying to keep her new assets in check. The sleeves of a body suit connected to the tube top just by her neck made the whole thing look like she'd taken a wetsuit and cut out the stomach and a hole to show off her chest, but all very classy. Well, she liked to think so anyway. People stared; that's as good as classy right?

Ren and Nora were dry-mouthed as they stared at her cleavage, and Ruby laughed, putting a hand to her chest. "I make this look good, right?"

"I heard you got big, but woah," Nora said, swaying as she tilted to see if some optical illusion was going on. Ruby was huge! Not just on the chest but on the everything, firm muscles, a very nice butt and some thighs that could crush a concrete block to dust. She wasn't just impressed; she was IMPRESSED, all capitals and yelled to whoever would listen.

"It's quite the look", Ren agreed, trying to avert his eyes from his girlfriend right there. "We missed quite a lot."

"Well, you get to catch up now, don't worry. I'm going to make it up for you both."

"Oh yeah? What do you have planned?" Nora asked, stepping closer to Ruby. It was just a way to get in, look at her abs, and check out her butt. Ruby flexed for her to give her the whole show and enjoyed the little cooing sound Nora made.

Ruby grinned, "I've been thinking about how much fun we used to have together and, well, about food."

"I'm not sure we could do another food fight in a place this nice," Ren said, folding his arms. "The bill would bankrupt us."

"No, not like that!" Ruby laughed, waving his concerns off. "Food as in the local kind! There are a lot of snacks here you've never tried. I thought it'd be fun for you to have a taste."

"You are the cookie expert, and I'm pretty bushed. I could go for snacks."
Ren groaned. The attempt to keep Nora on some sensible diet was a challenge in itself. Well, a treat now and then wasn't bad, and he was aching himself from getting his hands battered.

"Right! Grab a seat. I'll be right back."

Ruby turned and marched off, Nora and Ren watching her go with heads tilted.

"Is it just me?" Nora said hesitantly, "Or is she ... really hot now?"

"I noticed," Ren said, "I just didn't want to say."

"No, like. Really, really, really hot. Like melting hearts hot! I can't even believe it's her." Nora said, hand over her heart. "If I had a body like that, wow, I could hit things hard enough to send them to space."

"Probably best for our space program, you don't then", Ren laughed. "We really did miss a lot, didn't we?"

"Ugh, don't remind me", Nora groaned, sitting down on a weights bench and kicking her legs. "We must do something incredibly cool before we go, or they will think we're hopelessly lame. I'm not becoming a side character!"

"Never, you're too loud for that."

"Thank you! At least that's something." Nora said with a big smile, taking it as a pure compliment. It was. Mostly.

Ruby returned with a metal trolley, like the ones used for aeroplane foods but a lot bigger and sturdier, with a white cloth draped over the top to keep the contents concealed.

"Wow," Nora said in an excited burst. "What's this? Are we going full fancy?"

"I know how much you eat! I'm not going to do this half-assed," Ruby said, "Speaking of which, I have some rules if you want to dig into this. To keep it fun, you know?"

"Snacks are already fun, but more fun I can do" Nora bounced in her seat in excitement, tipping her head like she could somehow see past the cloth draped to the floor if she just got the right angle.

"Then I've got two rules," Ruby said, holding a strip of red cloth. "Nora has to wear a blindfold, and Ren has to strip"

"Sure!" Nora said quickly. Then after a moment, her brain sent a quick correction to her mouth. "Wait, what?!?"

Ruby laughed. "It's how we do it here. You're not shy, are you?"

"Uhhhh..." Nora padded her fingers together, blushing as she looked at Ren. "I mean, I'm not. Of course not. But Ren, uh..."

"I'm what?" Ren said, smiling faintly at Nora. He could see Ruby's emotions with his Semblance and had some idea where this was going. He wouldn't pass up a good thing when it was handed to him so easily.

"You know, uh... like... cool. And stuff."

Ren got up and took the blindfold out of Ruby's hand, going over to Nora and tying it around her head while the bubbly red-haired woman squirmed in her seat.

"This is crazy," Nora said to herself. "I'm in a crazy dream. A sexy Ruby dream." and started slapping her cheeks to try to wake up. It didn't do much more than make her blush even more visible.

Ruby bit her lip as he watched. Darn, Nora was cute. She'd always found her energetic and fun, but with fresh eyes and a lot of experience between the sheets, she saw just how nicely put together she was. There was something appealing about a knockout body for a woman who could easily knock you out. Once Ren had tied off the blindfold and kissed Nora on the cheek, he sat beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it.

"I'll be right here," he said, "Try to have some fun. You're good at that."

"You strip too, Ren! You're not getting out of that"

Nora was in danger of becoming a shade of pure red as she heard the popping of buttons and shuffling of cloth beside her. The sweat rolling off her wasn't all from exertion now. She was clearly out of her depth and finding it all more exciting than she could cope with.

Ren had a body worth admiring, lean but fit like a dancer. The light hint of muscles on the tall man gave him a fey masculine look and one that Ruby didn't mind staring at. He stopped when all he had left on was his pants and looked at Ruby hesitantly. She raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask why he'd stopped. Then slowly, he slipped them off, Ruby admiring the bulge that rippled along his crotch as he loosened his belt.

He must have been worked up since getting here because he'd clearly tucked his cock away in the belt to stop it from showing. It popped free of his pants, and Ruby saw just how hard it was. She'd recently had plenty of experience with dicks, and that one was pushed to the point of strain from desire.

"Damn, Nora," Ruby said, holding her hands to her heart. "You handle that monster?"

"What?" Nora said, looking around uselessly as the cloth blocked her sight. "What happened?"

"I'm undressed," Ren said, "As was asked."

"Oh? Oh! Oh wow. Yeah," Nora rubbed her neck, trying to laugh it off. "Yeah, isn't it great? Ren's a man and a half."

"Well, you're a woman and a half too." Ruby said, "So the math adds up."

"Gah! Praising me is a weakness," Nora said, squirming in her seat. "None of that. You promised treats!"

Ruby slides a cloth off the cart, a selection of treats all laid out on warming plates. She takes the first plan, a small white bowl full of melted chocolate and a paintbrush, dipping the brush tip into the warm chocolate and then leaning to dab a line down Ren's chest.

"Ah," Ren says, a quiet gasp rising unbidden from the surprising heat. But he bites his tongue from saying more.

Ruby is a fine artist, but she goes simple with this one, just drawing a heart shape to match Nora's top along his chest. The rich smell of chocolate filling the air doesn't go unnoticed, Nora sniffing as she tries to work out what she's in for.

"That smells good. Rich, like hot chocolate but with a ton of sugar poured in."

Ruby puts a hand on Nora's red hair, ruffling her fingers into and then through it as she gently pushes Nora's head towards Ren's chest. "Why don't you find out?"

It's a messy process, Nora's tongue wet and sloppy as she licked the chocolate off his skin. Her lips were soft against his flesh, and the warmth of her mouth made every nerve in his body stand on end. His cock twitched in his lap, and he tried to keep still, knowing that any movement would only encourage her to savage him with firmer licks.

"Mmmmmm." Nora moaned as she licked up to his collarbone, a messy smear of chocolate all over her face. "Hnnnghh..."

The sound of slurping noises filled the room until suddenly Ren felt the pressure of Nora's teeth on his nipple. "That's not a treat, Nora," he says quickly.

Nora mumbles something that sounds like a denial as she teases it between her teeth, biting lightly before sucking on his nipple. As he gasps at the shock, she dives back down to lick across his stomach, gathering more of that decadent chocolate until Ruby stops her before she face-plants right onto his dick.

"Not so quick," Ruby said. "What do you think? Good?"

"Mrgh. I could go for more," Nora said. "But I like it, rich and sweet. It's really good stuff."

"Here," Ruby said, passing the bowl of chocolate to Nora. "Paint your lover."

Nora giggled happily, reaching forwards and dipping the tips of her fingers into the chocolate. Her hand trembled with excitement as she painted wild strokes across Ren's chest. She was trying to draw lightning strikes, but it all ran into one big mess.

"Well, I suppose blindfolded painting isn't a skill you got," Ruby said, openly grinning at the mess Nora had made. "Like this one, though?"

"'s good," Nora said, licking her finger clean. "Really nice, kinda sticky, though."

"Yeah," Ren said, eyes wide as he looked at Nora's chocolate-smeared face. The sensation of her tongue rolling over him still tingled in his veins. "Sticky. That's what this is."

Ruby's next treat is a bowl of puffy whipped cream. She takes the spatula with it and dabs a little on Nora's lips, having Nora nip towards her to try to get more.

"This isn't exactly exotic food," Ren said with a snort of a laugh, and Nora leaned in to headbutt his chest playfully.

"Shut up you! Let me enjoy it."

Ruby dabs some whipped cream on Ren's nipples and then whispers into Nora's ear with an evil smirk. "There's more on Ren. You just got to find it."

Ren laughs as Nora pounces him, suckling at his neck and shoulder before working down his side. He groans when she licks along his legs, her hands rubbing his thighs as she methodically explores them with her tongue. He feels her lips kissing their way up his thigh, leaving dabbles of cold cream behind them.

"You're warm." Ruby lies, she couldn't be any further from it, and Nora picks up speed, exploring every inch of Ren's thighs. Ruby flexed her fingers. She'd spread some of her Creation power in the chocolate and cream, and now was a good time to kick it off. The cream over Ren's nipples spread its power, his chest swelling with a surprised gasp, but Ruby pressed a finger over her lips to silence him, and he bit his lip. He'd have to trust her on this one.

Nora's change started from within, working on those muscles she'd put to good use so many times before, making them denser and swelling her whole body out to give her more mass. She was soon wide enough she was splitting apart Ren's legs, her hands palming his butt as she rolled her tongue up his stomach. Pink highlights flowed from her puffy red hairstyle to give her a more tussled, wild look.

"Fuuuck," Nora groaned, "I've never felt so horny! I may take some bites out of you, Ren. Sorry."

Brutally honest as ever, Ren tensed up as Nora approached his nipples and the new swell of his breasts still expanding as Nora reached them and pressed her face into one with a surprised yelp.

"Boobs?" Nora cried, "Fuck yes!"

She went in hard on Ren's new chest, fresh skin indescribably sensitive to Nora's open-mouthed suckling kisses. Her tongue swirled across the soft, squishy flesh, pressing in firm as she mashed her entire face between them and shook her head. Her fingers gripped tight on Ren's ass, pulling him closer to her. Ren didn't need to use his Semblance to know Nora loved this. Her delighted laughter was more than enough.

Nora had shot up in height, the defined lines of muscles visible along her back as she worked Ren over. "Okay, who'd you swap him with?" she asked, trying to guess through her blindfold. "They're small. Like half a foot smaller than me, is it Blake? Ooh, cream!"

Nora growled as she felt the sweetness hit her tongue, sucking harder, her cheeks puffing out as she gulped down as much of Ren's breast as possible. The sensation of it had him bouncing in his seat, scratching at Nora's back with pleasure, his nails unable to dig into her new, tougher skin and instead only to drag over the grooves of new muscles along her back. Nora had such strength from her growth spurt that now they were locked firmly in place, unable to even move her arm by pressing his entire weight against it.

The cream on Ren's nipples spread its magic as Nora smeared it over both of them, his cock twitching and growing thick against Nora's thigh as the Creation magic helped reshape it to something closer to the size the Mansion had grown used to. Ruby was merciless, reaching between the interlocked pair with the spatula to spread whipped cream along the top of Ren's enhanced cock and taking some pitted cherries from a small bowl and pressing them into the cream firmly to make them stick.

"Nora, you there?" Ruby teased. Nora seemed lost in enjoying the breasts before her. Her red hair bobbed wildly as she rubbed into them. "Nora, there's the main course to go."

Nora was firm about it, hands on Ren's chest and pushing him onto his back against the bench with a shove. They landed with a thump that rattled the whole thing as Nora's skin sparkled with power. She'd gotten so worked up she was using her Semblance at its lowest strength which meant pouring a frightening amount of strength into her muscles.

"I can't bear it. I got to have this," Nora said as she grabbed Ren's cock at the base, whipped cream squirting between her fingers. "Oh. Oh, you meant this. Oops." she opened a cream-covered palm laughing. Then she put her fingers in Ren's mouth, letting him clean her fingers with his tongue while she slid down the bench to get into position.

Ruby could see how wet Nora was already. Her gym shorts had a damp patch as Nora got her mouth around that thick cock. She took her meal slowly, enjoying every inch of his length inside her hot throat. Nora wrapped her hand around the base again, squeezing gently, then stroking up and down slowly, teasing him as she spread the power-infused meal all over his length. It wasn't long until Ren's hips were moving, bucking up against Nora's face as she sucked harder and harder, her boosted strength letting the pressure build up relentlessly with no end in sight.

Ren couldn't help but moan, too, Nora's warm, wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft like an expert, and her Semblance let her mouth become an ever tighter vice. She'd always taken him hard, but never like this. This was far beyond anything he'd ever experienced, and his larger cock made all of it feel a hundred times better than he was used to. It was enough to crack his stoic exterior, his pleasure clearly showing on his face as he groaned.

"Mmmnnn!" Nora said with a mouth full of sweet cream, taking a quick breath to chew the cherries before she dived back in. "I know that moaning. You taste so sweet, Ren."

When she started again, Ruby had to admire Nora's powerful technique. Her lips slid up and down his shaft even faster now, head almost a blur as she made Ren kick and gasp as she stimulated every new inch of him from tip to base. She interspersed it with tongue flicks across the underside of his dick, coating everything in her saliva as she slurped up every bit of cream.

Ruby's power was rolling fast between them now, Ren growing under Nora to match her height and then even exceed it by a few inches, but instead of piling on muscle, Ren filled out more softly, with graceful curves and smooth skin like Ruby had made him of fine marble. Though marble, that was all too pliant under Nora's powerful fingers. There was just a hint of musculature for Nora to feel out rather than the usual sharp definition, but Ruby didn’t skimp on the strength. He’d still be able to punch hard enough to keep up with the rest.

Ren had become a ridiculously tall elfin beauty. Skin so clear it seemed to glimmer in the light of the gym and his black hair thickening and growing down to the small of his back, there was plenty for any girl to grab onto now. Ruby couldn’t resist a slight point to his ears to match the elfin look. It suited him. He’d always had a kind of ethereal calm, and now he looked the part.

While Nora was bouncing her head along his cock madly, she was more than ready to set Ren off in a big way, sliding two fingers down Ren’s back and along the curve of his butt. She curled her fingers into him, making him shudder as she stroked his prostate with deadly accuracy and pressed down hard. As Ren’s mind reeled from this new burst of pleasure, Nora felt a wetness along the fingers stroking the skin of his butt, and she stroked out to explore.

The wetness was leaking from a new and dripping pussy. Ruby had let her creation power finish Ren off, saving the last burst for Nora and the pair's piercings. Nora didn't hesitate; she'd always been better at working on instinct, which applied just as well when she was horny. With one long, mind-melting stroke of her mouth along Ren’s cock she slid clear off it and dived down to give that new hole some love, tongue curling out to sink in deep and slather those virgin walls with a furious, frantic tongue lashing. Ren wasn’t used to the experience, and even Ruby would have found her toes curling from the sheer energy with which Nora ate Ren out, their cock stiffening even further before starting to throb as they came hard, all the stimulation far too much for their changing body.

 

Nora's cries were muffled delight as Ren came, ropes of cum shooting straight into her hair. She moaned as Ren's cock swelled even thicker still, rubbing down her face as she raised her head, coating her with a thick layer of cum. A little indulgence from Ruby, but they deserved something truly masculine to go on with their gorgeously effeminate body now. Nora only caught the end of the orgasm as she wrapped her lips around Ren’s cock, but it was still enough to leave her dizzy from swallowing a torrent of cum. Ruby finished her as she was enjoying the pleasant daze, letting her creation power fizzle in Nora's hips so intensely that her new cock burst out to an orgasm that had her swaying back and forth, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

Nora collapsed onto Ren and hugged them tightly, mewling messes with their minds floating in orgasmic hazes as Ruby put her marks down.

A matching set of belly button piercings, each with a pink gemstone at one side and polished green jade at the other. A little twee, but Nora didn't do subtle, and she'd appreciate that. They'd appreciate the piercings she'd given Jaune even more, their new cocks twitching as she let a Jacob's Ladder piercing form down the length, four bars of rose gold metal tipped with red rubies. Jaune had been putting in the work showing everyone how good they were, and it was about time Ruby shared her love for them.

Arms weak, Nora picked off her blindfold, sweat soaking her headband as she placed her head on Ren's new puffy chest and looked at their new, sculpted, smooth face.

"Quite the looker," Nora purred, "Always have been, but I want that even more."

Ren bit their lip, blushing bashfully, "You not had your fill of cherries?"

"No way. I got one more cherry I want," Nora grinned, rubbing her cock along their silky thigh. Then squeaking and jumping a bit as Ruby slapped both her hands on Nora's ass.

"I am all for this cuteness," Ruby said, voice heated with lust. "But Nora, I'm going to help and slam this ass while you're in there."

"Woah! Is that a house rule too?" Nora gasped, shaking her rear at Ruby.

"Oh, absolutely." Ruby grinned as she pulled off the pants she had been wearing, "That's rule number one."

Chapter 8: Fun and Games

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Being an assumed AI already gave you a unique perspective on the world, but Gladys found that perception had only become more remarkable when Ruby Rose entered her systems. When most of the island had fallen to her unleashed ever-hungering plant growth, Gladys kept her labs alive, continuing her work to make humanity even more exceptional.

It was difficult. Humanity liked to be complicated and incredibly stupid, refusing to help Gladys with her work, even actively sabotaging her when all Gladys wanted to do was test and improve. Making people better was a challenge when people were so much trouble, always escaping her care and burning down parts of her labs. Ruby Rose had been just as willful, but while Gladys usually bounced back from a loss with Ruby, something had broken. Gladys had seen Ruby improve Weiss almost effortlessly, and that power was so far beyond Gladys' efforts it only made sense to do whatever she could to encourage it. Learn more from her, so she could one day copy that power for herself.

Helping with the portal tree project for them to return home was something she did purely to foster goodwill. By being helpful, she'd shown Ruby and her companions could call on her and become more reliant on what she could provide. She wanted to inspire Ruby with her creations, encourage her to push her power, and give Gladys more data. The rest of her companions jumped at the chance.

They really enjoyed having sex. There was something Ruby changed in their bodies that had them at it far beyond the usual amounts of a human. It was, in a word, exceptional.

Gladys had gotten the mansion installed with cameras to monitor everyone and take notes. She let her golden-eyed electronic gaze settle on the three of them, who'd taken full advantage of her promise to provide them with whatever toys they wished. The tall, intimidating blonde Yang had often been bound up and stimulated by the others. Her black-haired partner and her friends loved to send the large-chested woman into a frenzy of lust, building up her need for sex until it blazed so strongly she'd often rut with them for hours upon release. She'd worked with Gladys to plan some revenge, and Gladys had done some fine work. The chance to get back at Weiss for being so uncooperative when she'd had her in her test chambers made it all the sweeter to see her creations in play.

Yang had dragged Blake and Weiss into one of the mansion's grand bedrooms and thrown the pair on the bed, both panting with excitement at what they'd expected to be another furious bout of bed-breaking sex from the blonde amazon. But they'd soon found Yang had other plans, as she'd pulled them out of their clothes and then fit them with entirely new outfits.

For Blake, Yang had wanted a design similar to the leather kitten outfit she'd been put in when they'd first had sex. Blake had been squeezed into an ice blue full-body suit, the cowl's kitten ears this time fit around Blake's own, the latex teasing at the fur of her ears would be enough to make her squirm all on their own, but Yang and Gladys had put in far more effort into it than just that. Thick strips of leather acted as a muzzle, fitting between her mouth and stifling Blake's gasps of pleasure. A collar around her neck held tight against her throat. A small bell jingled with every squirming motion from the overstimulated Faunus. Thick gloves that looked like large cat paws held her hands behind her back, more bands locking them in place and leaving Blake to writhe on the bedsheets, unable to do much but flail about for Yang's amusement, the outline of Blake's cock stiff against the latex but with an additional layer that bulged out from it.

Gladys' proudest addition to the suit was a gelatinous semi-solid that would conform around the skin and provide resistance. It was meant for capture, but Yang had suggested it could have other uses, so Blake was testing their latest idea. The gel was wrapped around her cock, a generous pour of it added to her suit and the resistant material felt like a pussy that'd conform and squeeze along the length of Blake's cock with her every movement. Every brief twitch of Blake's dick sent waves through the thick substance. It rippled in return, making Blake moan and shiver as vibrations built until her teeth chattered and her eyes crossed. It could have broken her with orgasm after orgasm. Still, Gladys wanted to fine-tune it, so she'd added a few sensors to detect when the cock swelled, ready for orgasm. The gel would harden to become completely immovable, a vice-like grip over the cock until the moment of orgasm passed, and it softened to stimulate once again.

It was staggeringly effective. Blake was panting and trembling, trying to gnaw through the leather straps, gagging her so she could not plead with Yang to be allowed to come. When Yang saw she was particularly worked up, she'd pick Blake up and put her in her lap, teasing Blake’s nipples through the gel until milk flowed into it and was smothered over Blake’s body, softening her skin and making it all the more sensitive to the gel’s relentless pressing. Once Blake was shivering from all that release, Yang massaged the Faunus’ balls through the suit and listened to her whine furiously, even shedding a few tears from the excruciating ache of an orgasm that wouldn't quite crest. Feet kicking up the covers and body soaked with sweat and milk.

"A few hours more, kitten," Yang whispered into her lover's ear, Blake's eyes wide with shock at the thought she was barely halfway. "And you'll feel like how I felt last time. I'm looking forward to what you do when the outfit comes off."

Pressed against the bed and fucked until something broke, no doubt. Gladys had seen the outcome of these things a few times, and it was always the same. Someone got fucked harder than they ever had in their life. Then began plotting revenge. She'd have to think of something particularly juicy for Blake to top this. Perhaps they could fully immerse Yang in the gel and have a way for Blake to stimulate the gel manually?

Something to consider.

Weiss though, oh Weiss, she was awfully proud of. She was in Gladys' latest 'Bound Incapacitation Technical Capture Harness', a name Yang had found hilarious for some reason she didn't care to share. The Bound Incapacitation Technical Capture Harness was something Gladys had used for uncooperative test subjects when she needed to move them. A set of four digitigrade mechanical limbs; the fore set looped over the test subject's arms, bending them until the subject's hands were near their shoulders before locking in place. While the hind set that latched onto the subject's hips bent the subject's legs at the knee until their heels just about touched their ass. It left Weiss’ body supported up in the air as she was forcibly moved around. Gladys had to create an all-new model of the harness as it had to be awfully thick to fully contain the strength of team RWBY, and the sheer white outlines of it now gave Weiss what looked like a pair of thunder thighs as she was suspended in the air, her white bodysuit clinging tight to her curves as her ass and pussy was thrust high, ready to be used like a bitch in heat.

Oh, wait, BITCH. Bitch. Right. That's why Yang was laughing.

Gladys sighed. Puns were so painful to hear, and it really hurt that she'd gotten caught making one herself. She'd have to be more careful in the future and use names harder to mock, like her Service Locking Utility Tether that she'd made to bind people up and suspend them from the ceiling so they could be fucked without struggle.

Yang had made modifications to the BITCH, which, having realised the pun, now made much more sense. A muzzled mask with a long nose and tall ears, Weiss' bright blue eyes staring out the eye holes of what was clearly a dog mask now. Gladys should brush up on animals again. It'd been a while since it mattered, and she didn't enjoy being teased by anyone. Well, maybe Ruby, but that's because she could do whatever she wished to Gladys.

It was hot in that mask, Weiss’ braided hair had been made up into buns and used to pin the mask firmly in place. Her sensors knew Weiss’ loose hair was becoming a mess from the sweat as it came loose from the bun and draped down her face, and the bar shaped like a bone forced between her mouth wasn't making it any easier to cool herself down as she couldn’t even pant. A bone gag, ugh, it had been obvious, hadn't it? She would have to devise something particularly punishing for Yang when asked. Weiss was trying and failing not to bite down on the bone because any pressure from her teeth signalled a set of anal beads that'd been ploughing her ass for hours now to stop. The suit had a long cooling unit fixed to the beads that shook back and forth as they sawed into and out of Weiss' ass trying to send her from orgasm to crashing orgasm, making the rear end of the BITCH shake slightly as it counterbalanced the rocking motion.

Ah, it's a waggy tail, isn't it? Fucking hell Yang, you are going to regret this!

While they'd had to design in denying Blake orgasms, the true devilish design of the BITCH was that Weiss was made to deny herself an orgasm, having to force herself to not bite down so she could get some relief from the relentless pounding of the beads that were specifically designed to comprehensively stimulate her and shred her thoughts with waves of pleasure so intense her whole body shook. Her thighs shone from all the pussy juice she'd sprayed over the long hours, and her cock was stiff as a rod, slapping off her stomach as the BITCH walked her around the room in a random pattern. Her cock seemed unable to get the stimulation needed to climax, and her balls were swollen and aching between her legs as the thick length throbbed with need.

Gladys hadn't added something to stimulate her pussy or cock on the BITCH. While it was amusing to see Weiss in such a state from the denial, maybe she should upgrade it further, make something more total?

"I can't take much more!" Weiss gasped. She couldn't speak correctly because of the muzzle, so Yang had no clue what she was saying, but Gladys had translated her mewling groans. She'd had plenty of time to work on it, after all. "Please, I need to cum! I need it!"

She sounded like a broken record. Maybe a complete unit would just exhaust the user and leave them begging for it to stop instead. So perfect for Yang for not warning her about the name. She'll offer Weiss and Blake some options later. Maybe a leash for a shock collar so they can punish her for misbehaving? Or perhaps a bull harness and she can be made to mount and fuck the pair as much as they desired? Options, options.

Yang was enjoying herself watching, returning to recline on a plush Chaise Lounge that was big enough that even she could stretch out on it. Even through the agonising teasing, Blake couldn't stop looking at the glory of Yang as she spread herself across the lounge, her golden hair fanning out behind her as she stared back into Blake's eyes. Yang stroked her cock with what looked like a fancy ornament as she watched Blake and Weiss struggle to keep their wits.

Gladys knew perfectly well what that was as well as what one it was since she’d helped make plenty of copies of the teams different holes, and they were secreted all over the mansion by now. She watched them keep track of their favourites but even then they were usually temporarily misplaced in distraction when a living pussy or mouth turned up and enticed them away. Weiss and Jaune were crafty enough to even ask her to create more in secret to give away to random people in Skugge's market every so often. 

Blake was kept a hair's breadth from the blissful release of orgasm, and Weiss was doing her best not to bite down on the bone so that she could finally cause herself to shudder out a heavy, groaning orgasm in her harness. Yang was free to cum as much as she liked, pumping her cock with a slow, steady pace that her two subjects were immensely envious of. Pleasure at her own speed, and she'd enjoyed herself plenty as she watched Weiss bound about at the behest of the BITCH by her feet and Blake squirm on the bed. Yang's muscles glistened with a sheen of her own milk, squeezed out of her chest as she groped at herself and the pleasure of stroking her cock made her body tense up. Blake watched it with rapt fascination. If she couldn’t come, she could at least enjoy the show and whined as Yang slid a milking machine from beneath the couch and attached herself to it so it could do the work of drawing out the milk with less mess and leaving Yang free to handle her dick with both hands.

The milk flowed to fill one of several small bottles beneath the couch, all hiding the shadow of a large tank that stored some of Yang’s messier orgasms as the air filled with her scent and only drove the two women at her mercy even wilder with lust. 

Gladys was impressed by just how virile Yang could be. Her balls were massive, but she still somehow managed to make even more of a mess than you'd think possible. A true beast of a woman and not even the worst in the room. No need to watch her further, her toys were operating perfectly, and Yang wasn't doing anything of particular curiosity, just enjoying herself, so Gladys moved her gaze elsewhere in the mansion. She had her own scheme, and it should play out shortly. She'd ensured everyone was in place beforehand by offering some of her more recent toys for use. Of course, the humans had eagerly jumped on the chance to fuck each other's brains out. Predictable, if understandable, the amount of pleasure they took from it meant they'd have had to be fools not to indulge.

Rather than a bedroom, Gladys turned her attention to the cameras in a room she'd helped specially set up for play. White tile that could be rearranged at will to new configurations or to allow larger devices to be brought into the room seamlessly, it'd been put to the test a few times, and of course, it worked perfectly. So Ruby and the rest had stepped things up and gone wild with it. It was as if they were trying to break her creations!

The capture gel that Blake's poor cock was suffering with had been put to a much more ambitious use here as a nearly whole-body cocoon for Ruby Rose. Her tall, muscled, and generously chested partner Jaune had her held up in the air, chest to chest, as her muscles flexed as they comfortably held Ruby's weight while also working her hips to press on through the soft gel and core out Ruby's pussy with a cock whose size Gladys always baulked at. She knew the size of even an exceptional person, and Ruby had decided everyone deserved more than that. Even with the glitchy holes in her memory matrix, it made Gladys' eyes water to see that cock buried deep in Ruby's pussy, stretching her wide open, Ruby shaking in the gel cocoon from the incredible sensation.

Her weight would have been too much to bear for hours, but Jaune had some help in her arduous task of fucking Ruby silly. Ren, with their fey-like beauty and smooth curves, was at Ruby's back and pounding her ass with absolutely gleeful enthusiasm. Ruby's insides were getting rippled and pressed on by a cock as soft and perfect as the rest of Ren. The glistening skin of Ren's cock was beautiful to behold, and she even made cheek-slapping anal look like a graceful art form. Gladys watched the ass fucking intently, for science, of course, as Ruby bounced against Ren and felt the pair of them stuff so deep inside her their cocks were battering against each other, the press inside of her making her roll into orgasms so intense she couldn't help but release glittering silver dust, her power expressing itself just for show as her body enjoyed the rough treatment. 

Only when Ren pulled away did Gladys get to admire just how big she was, just a beautifully crafted cock for reducing a woman's mind to a bubbling mess. Ruby was made of sturdy stuff and was enjoying the double penetration and full body gel massage with a look of deep contentment. 

She'd have been screaming if she could, but her mouth was taken up by a perfect replica of Jaune's cock, piercings and all, and it'd been used to fill Ruby's last hole. It was secured in by straps and a strip of leather to make a rather simple but effective face mask, with enough pliant give in the straps that Ruby could breathe around it and also so the shaking of her body would bounce the cock along her throat's walls. She deep-throated it like a champion, throat bulging as she put in the effort to pleasure the toy, no doubt eager to use what she'd learned on the real thing the moment she got free. 

They'd made some attempts to contain her, fitting her cock with gleaming platinum bands. They had to be strong to survive the pulsing hardness of Ruby's cock as it strained against the metal. It'd take some time working with Jaune to make that, but they'd both wanted something that could melt Ruby's mind. If admittedly, for different reasons. Jaune, Ruby’s dopey transformed former boy who was a friend, now her girlfriend, has been awfully helpful. 

It was an enormous improvement on the chastity device Yang had been forced to endure before her first night with Blake, though there was nothing chaste about it. A sounding rod vibrated deep within Ruby, fitted to the ring closest to the head of Ruby's cock, and all the rings seemed to thrum in time to Ruby's heartbeat, which was beating incredibly fast given her current activities. Too high to be healthy for an average human, Gladys thought.

But then again, Ruby wasn't anything close to an average human anymore. Her sexual appetites far exceeded any reasonable level. Gladys wondered if she might find a way to control those urges one day. She'd tried a few times, testing her dominant master, and Ruby had always slapped her down for trying. Even now, while Jaune and Ren seemed in control, it was still Ruby calling the shots.

The toy cock stopped any words from coming out of Ruby's mouth, but a firm stare was all she needed for Jaune to get the message that she still had her sanity, which meant they weren’t fucking her nearly hard enough. Ren and Jaune picked up the pace, snorting and huffing for more air as they worked their hips like pistons into Ruby, the gel contorting around her body and squeezing her as she was thumped between the pair, every inch of her skin pressed tight to the firm gel. As she shook, the pair began to lose their rhythm, so Ren got a fistful of that long, spiky black and red hair and pulled it back, forcing Ruby’s gaze up skyward as a moan rolled around the toy rammed down her throat and past her plump, ruby-red lips.

It really was a marvel she hadn't broken yet, Ruby was getting drilled so hard they'd have smashed apart any bed to dust, but this malleable restraint was allowing her to get pounded so hard the gel rippled relentlessly while barely making a sound, only adding to the soundtrack of the room which was already filled with ecstatic moans and screams of various intensities and durations. She was squeezed between the two so firmly it must have felt like her whole body was about to pop, and from the copious juices running down her thighs, she was certainly exploding in one way.  

Jaune had more experience than Ren, and she used every ounce as she hammered Ruby's pussy harder than any metal she'd treated at an anvil. Jaune grabbed her girlfriend's waist tightly and slammed into her with all the strength she had left, driving Ruby into the gel so hard you could see her whole body press tightly up against the resisting liquid, her legs kicking wildly in the tiny space it had to move. It was hard work, and both Jaune and Ren were sweating profusely, beads of it dripping off their faces and onto Ruby's front and back before it tracked down to the base of her cock and her ass, respectively, Jaune and Ren's hair sticking to their foreheads and cheeks as their efforts became lubrication to fuck Ruby just a little harder and coaxed out a bit more pleasure.

Gladys couldn't help but feel jealous as she watched them go at it. She had the drive to create exceptional people, and here she was forced to watch near perfection, strength and beauty fused with an insatiable hunger for sex that seemed boundless.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Ruby cried out, her muffled calls causing Gladys to smile as Ruby came undone under the assault, the muscles in her thighs straining to spread apart, the gel that should have been immovable forced slowly aside by her sheer, horny strength. She couldn't help but enjoy seeing Ruby lose all sense of self as an orgasm tore through her, her muscles contracting to squeeze Jaune's dick so firmly her legs shook. She sank fingers into Ruby's supple ass for support, throat raw from moaning forced into another long, pleasured wail.

Ren had it even worse. Ruby's clenching around her cock had become so intense after Jaune's push it left Ren unable to hold herself upright without leaning heavily on Ruby, whose ass was so tight around her cock it felt like she was out to drain every last drop of cum from Ren's balls. Ren fell forward onto her, breasts pressing into Ruby's back and groaning madly as she kissed at Ruby's neck. Anything to try to distract Ren from the tight ecstasy their cock was trapped in. The sensation was relentless, flesh pressing firmly as it rolled along Ren's dick and rippled with such determined skill Ren looked like she saw stars. Completely out of it as they came firing thick ropes of cum directly into Ruby and the rush of warmth made Ruby buck against Ren, screaming as all three shared an orgasm that seemed like it'd be impossible to continue through. 

But they didn't miss a beat, Ruby rolling her hips to coax Jaune back to hardness as her eyes blazed, hungry for another filling treat, ass slamming back to slap at Ren's hips as she roused them back to life too. Letting the pair go at her really seemed to do it for Ruby, being unable to do much but pleasure them to get them to pound her harder. Was she taking it as a challenge or did she just love the loss of control?

Gladys didn't know, it was maybe a clue of how to deal with her, but it was clear she wasn't going to learn all she needed from this. Ren and Jaune would be passed out, dehydrated husks before Ruby was sated. It'd take a lot more than this to bring her to heel.

There is nothing to learn here beyond some incredible fucking technique, so she turns her attention to the one thing she had active control over. Her mechanical tentacle hands had been beneficial to give her presence in the world, but it was Ruby who'd taken them and let her power flow over them. Turning them from tool-grasping utility into smooth golden tentacles with a plush coating. Nora no doubt wanted to be with Ren, but she was having a lot of trouble doing anything right now, submerged as she was in a pit of the golden tentacles that were fucking every hole she had with enthusiasm.

"Oooh~" Nora moaned, writhing in the pit. "More! I can take more!"

She'd been like that for hours. She truly was insatiable. The tentacles wrapped themselves tightly around her torso, squeezing her breasts and small suckling attachments at the tips, pinching her nipples hard, causing her to cry out and grab onto the pit's other occupant. Neo hadn't meant to be there, but she'd gotten dragged in when Nora said they should spend some time together. Now, she was wordlessly gripping Nora as her body got swarmed by tentacles that squeezed and suckled at her skin. A few tentacles weren't smooth but glistening wet and soft, like enormous tongues that enthusiastically lapped at the two women's skin.

Gladys had been experimenting with a more organic tentacle. Ruby often created vines she used to restrict and even occasionally fuck with when she wasn't willing to do it herself. Rare, but she'd needed them when she took on the whole mansion in one night of truly depraved sex that still left Gladys shook even thinking about it. The screams were unlike anything she'd heard come out of a throat. Sometimes she was very glad she didn't have an actual body for Ruby to get at, or she'd have likely lost her mind long ago.

The tentacles showed promise, and Nora had been an excellent test for them, with Neo a lovely surprise bonus as a woman who was harder to break and to please. Stuffing Nora fully let Gladys work out the best methods to make her moan with the tentacles. Then, she'd use the experience on Neo and fine-tune it until she had the silent woman rolling about in noiseless bliss.

"Ahhh~" Nora moaned, shuddering as she climaxed again from a tentacle sunk so deep into her pussy it was kissing the entrance to her womb. A thick organic one that Gladys was making twist and swirl to match Ruby's blowjob technique, it seemed incredibly effective at getting Nora to heat up. "Mmm...I love you..."

It was embarrassing that all the credit for Gladys' hard work was being reflected by Nora onto someone else. Nora seemed to think this was Neo's doing and was giving the silent girl throat-scraping French kisses, her tongue rolling around in Neo's mouth and making the silent assassin's toes curl even more than Gladys' own tentacles could. She could hardly have that, so she sent two organic tentacles winding around their necks and then pressed them apart, both tentacles stretching out the trapped pair's mouths until their cheeks were puffed out as wide as possible before pressing on to fuck their throats mercilessly.

The sounds of excited, choking gurgles made Gladys nod approvingly. She could fuck these two far better than they could themselves, and she wasn't going to let them show her up! Gladys had a lot left to test out with her newest tentacle designs. They were her best hope of breaking down Ruby, and perfecting them would take work. Nora had been 'working' for hours now and still seemed as energetic as when she'd begun. Neo was far more worn down, nuzzling into Nora for support as Gladys showed no mercy and ploughed every hole she could to tease out more reactions.

She wasn't getting the response she wanted, so Gladys sent a command to up the stakes a little. A sweet-smelling mint fluid was extruded from the tentacles, becoming a glossy shine coating along their length as they wrapped around their legs, curled over cocks and plundered deep into already fucked raw pussy and sore asses. The tingling fluid heightened sensation, and soon, the pair was screaming with pleasure as everything they were experiencing increased in intensity. Noiselessly in Neo's case, she was still making the gestures as her body didn't know what to do with orgasms this frequent and intense and jerked about as muscles twitched, and her mind became a warm haze of heady bliss.

Gladys kept tuning it as she went, getting better and better at using her tentacles to lick them into trembling messes before stuffing them full of the harder, thick, golden tentacles and making them bounce on them to some truly body-shaking, heart-pounding orgasms. The pair of them were so overwhelmed they'd put aside their awkward feelings for each other and were hugging each other like star-crossed lovers, hands firmly gripping skin and nails dragging lines that'd leave marks later as they tried to endure Gladys' ever-increasing skill.

She should have done this so long ago. Fucking people into the ground was far a more efficient way to get them to do what she wanted than trying to bargain! In fact, it gave her an idea...

Ruby seemed impossible to break with Gladys' skill alone, but what if she consulted some experts? They didn't have to know they were helping, and once Gladys was back on top, they'd all thank her for it. In between screaming orgasms, of course. 

Chapter 9: Love Yourself

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If you don't have all the answers, seek more data. It was a code for any AI to live by, and Gladys liked to think she was sensible enough to follow it through. The relentless fucking going on in the Manor she'd aided was purely for science, not anything more than that, her ongoing attempt to try better understand Ruby Rose's incredible Creation power. Sex was part of it, Gladys was sure of that, but all her attempts to replicate the effects had so far met with failure.

Gladys wasn't frustrated. That was impossible and illogical. She was annoyed at the slow progress for perfectly good reasons, which differs entirely from frustration. There was no one to argue with her on that point, and there didn't need to be because she was obviously right. So they could shut up.

Ignoring that there wasn't even anyone talking, Gladys, in an altogether not at all frustrated way, spanned through her cameras, trying to see if anything was providing use to her. Of course not. She'd laid on a buffet of sexual excess for the humans, and they didn't even have the good grace to give her something in return. How perfectly, reasonably annoying of them.

So Gladys sent Yang a message in a move that wasn't at all petty. She had something she wanted to test out, and the tank of a woman would be the perfect one to test it before she thought of sending it Ruby Rose's way. Yang was the toughest of those in the Manor and had the most straightforward buttons to push. All she had to do was dangle something Yang wanted in front of her, and she'd snap it up.

"So I get Neo all to myself," Yang said, licking her lips at the thought of it. "And she won't be able to do anything about it?"

"Not a thing," Gladys said, golden eyes glowing as she looked out at Yang from a wall screen. "She won't even know it's you unless you tell her."

"Hah! I could have her screaming she's never been fucked so good, and then let her know right after that it was me." Yang said, beating her chest with a big grin. Weiss and Blake were still trapped in their toys and moaning madly, but filtering that out was no trouble for Gladys. They'd be there a few hours anyway, and they wouldn't miss Yang.

"You want to do it now? It's all ready," Gladys said, already confident Yang was going to bite. It was a bait too juicy for her to resist.

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Let's go see how loud we can make a mute scream." Yang grinned, then rubbed her arm. "Wait, is that cool to say? I don't want to be a heel about it."

"I'm sure you can get her to forgive you," Gladys smirked. "Right this way."

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The room Gladys had set up was a rolling mass of organic tentacles, and Yang was understandably unenthusiastic to step inside.

"It's a total immersion," Glady explained patiently. "It'll mirror your actions onto her and the same back. You'll feel like you're there with her."

"Through tentacles?" Yang said, looking into the room full of still, fleshy-looking tentacles. She'd heard Ruby had been working on enhanced tentacles, but she hadn't expected quite this many.

"Packed together densely enough," Gladys said, "You won't be able to tell the difference. Like a cloth weave, you don't feel every fibre. Neo is in a similar room, waiting for things to start."

"She wants this?"

"Oh no," Gladys said, sharing a sly smile with Yang. "She thinks she's going to get to fuck you."

"Oh, you have such a sick mind," Yang said, laughing as she stepped inside. "She won't know what hit her."

"That's the idea," Gladys said as the room's tentacles slithered out to grasp Yang's limbs.

Gladys had given herself complete control of the sensory information for this. She wanted to get all the details. It was more intense than she'd expected. The feeling of Yang's tensed muscles covered with soft skin. Her massive breasts leaked a few milk drips as Gladys grasped onto them with the tentacles' organic skin. Her puffy blonde hair was surprisingly soft. Gladys ran swarms of her smaller probing tentacles through it to feel every strand. It was soothing. To see things working, not in a fleshy emotional way, goodness no.

Two tentacles wound around that fearsomely gigantic cock, like two sloppy tongues licking along that hard length, primed and ready for fucking. It was enough to make any woman squirm in her skin. Gladys didn't have skin, so she had no reason to squirm. Illogical to assume she should be. Why was she even thinking it? Gladys pushed past the thought and got on with the job, her tentacles squeezing against Yang and testing the press of her skin. Not for enjoyment, just for data.

Were her cooling systems working correctly? Gladys felt she was running a little hot. How strange.

"How does it feel?" Gladys asked as Yang was immersed head to toe in squirming tentacles.

"Nothing like you said," Yang said, a trill of delight in her voice. "But really good. If you want to just give me a tentacle blowjob, I don't mind."

Gladys let the two tentacles on Yang's cock squeeze in and swirl with a high speed as they withdrew, the sudden flash of sensation making Yang groan.

"I would rather see you fuck Neo, do try to focus."

Yang snorted. "Yeah, as if you are. Why all the feeling up?"

"Calibration," Gladys lied, getting herself under control, her tentacles settling down to provide hard surfaces. Their skin could be soft or hard, and they wound together so densely they could simulate surfaces. Kind of like hard light but far more organic and able to allow for softness. Better even than the imagination, as Gladys deserved to be.

"Try now, feel her," Gladys said as Yang's hands gripped a pair of tentacle thighs. One tentacle wrapped around her eyes to blindfold her, making the illusion easier to imagine.

"I feel some hips. Fuck! These are some very nice curves. Didn't know Neo was this thick."

"Ruby did a good job with her," Gladys said as she had her tentacles shift to make the ideal shape. They were squirming around Yang, ready to provide surfaces as needed. Yang didn't need to see the messy details, and with her blindfold, she couldn't.

"And Neo has the same?"

"She's feeling it right now," Glady said, her tentacles flicking over Yang's chest and stomach. "Just like you can feel her."

Yang's hands wandered around the shifting tentacles. She couldn't see anything, only feel, but it felt like someone pressing back at her with their ass onto her stomach.

"Wild," Yang said as she stroked the dense mass of tentacles, so tightly wound it felt like actual flesh. Her fingers slid between the tentacles to find the slit of Neo's pussy and gave it a light press.

"Now, what do I do?" Yang asked, amazed at how realistic it felt. The tentacles pressed her cock back shortly after, a tentacle 'hand' gripping it firmly and squeezing, making her breath catch. "Nevermind, I'll work it out."

Gladys watched as Yang got her bearings, tracing out the body the tentacles were making and then pressing down on the chest, rolling her hands along the curves, working up her own excitement as she enjoyed the feeling of Neo's simulacrum twisting under her grip, pressing into her hands and returning the favour in kind. She even went in for a kiss, Gladys' eyebrows arching as she got the sensory data for one of her tentacles tussling with Yang's powerful tongue and sliding down Yang's tight throat.

Neo's tentacle body was turned to face Yang's, held up by Yang's hand on her ass. The tentacle that had become her mouth was getting moist and slick with Yang's saliva. Gladys hadn't planned for Yang to try deep throat it, but Yang enjoyed doing it anyway.

"I'm going to ruin you, Neo," Yang growled, her cock rubbing along the tentacle woman's chest. "Going to fuck you into the ground."

"You should," Gladys said, egging her on. "I'd like the data, and you seem to want the experience. Why tease her anymore when you could be fucking?"

Yang was so addled with lustful anticipation she simply moaned and began grinding her cock over the tentacle simulacrum stomach. A hand stroked her cock right back, rubbing over its length and making Yang pant.

"That's better," Gladys purred, unable to keep out of her voice the satisfaction of seeing something of hers work so well. The tentacles slithered over Yang's breasts, grabbing at them as Yang pawed tentacle Neo's chest. "Don't hold back. She has no idea who is doing this. She'll think it's me. You can really let loose."

Yang's curled two fingers and pumped them into tentacle-made pussy, and she'd only gone a few strokes before they returned the favour. Yang was breathing heavily already, her hand jerking on the tentacle quickly as she tried to get Neo off first and practically drooling with pleasure as the tentacles rubbed vigorously over her cock and into her pussy.

Of course, if Yang had been thinking straight, she may have realised just how similar everything Neo was doing. Neo was, of course, still getting fucked senseless in the tentacle pit and not on the other end of this system. Gladys smirked at how easily she'd gotten away with a bit of twisting of the truth. She was directing the tentacles, mirroring everything Yang was doing with just enough variation to account for the lack of Neo's cock. Yang wasn't fucking Neo. Gladys had tricked her into fucking herself.

Yang was going for it, too, pinning her tentacle copy up against the wall and grinding her cock deep into the wet warmth of a waiting pussy. She was power fucked right back, tentacles formed into a copy of Yang's thick cock, which was all too perfect for melting a woman's mind. Used on herself, she didn't stand a chance. Every thrust made her hornier and harder as she felt the hardness ripple along the walls deep inside her. Hammer all the right spots because Yang knew precisely where she wanted it and was doing it right back to the person she thought was Neo. Gladys' eyes sparkled as she drank the sensation in, being fucked so exquisitely. It was a rush!

"Fuck," Yang gasped, her head lolling forward, her lips pursing and sucking at the tentacle as she pushed deeper inside the wet mass. It felt as good as the real thing, better even! Gladys' fine control over everything let her enhance the experience, rippling over Yang's cock in ways a human pussy never could. It left the giant blonde unsteady on her feet, sweating as she refused to let herself be beaten so quickly.

"Fucking hell!"

Gladys had to bite back a grin. Yang couldn’t see with her tentacle blindfold, but Gladys didn't want the grin to bleed into her tone and give Yang a chance to catch on yet. Yang was competitive, and the longer she thought her nemesis was on the other end, the harder she'd try. She was already holding onto those simulated hips firmly, fingers dug into the tentacles' flesh as she fucked away at the pussy like a jackhammer. A thick tentacle plundering Yang's pussy hit her back just as hard, drawing ecstatic moans as Yang's golden hair whipped around, her muscles taut as she tried to ignore the pleasure and focus on breaking the pussy before her.

It wasn't easy.

Yang was fucking herself so thoroughly that it was impossible she wouldn't cum before she was done. She was trying to keep her cock from exploding as the orgasm from her pussy hit her like a freight train, her whole body shuddering as she screamed in horny frustration. She channelled the body-shaking orgasm into her thrusts, her body clapping against the tentacles as she pounded them so hard Gladys sensed some micro-fractures in the organic machines. Terrifyingly powerful. If it really was your average woman on the end of that, she'd have been left a drooling, broken mess in seconds.

But Yang was far from average and could take a pounding that had her feet skipping off the floor. Every inch of her pussy's walls stretched out and smothered with hard, relentless rubbing from a thick cock.

It took far longer than Gladys expected, begrudging admiration for Yang's sheer level of stamina before she showed signs of faltering. The sheer force of Yang's thrusts wore her down, and Gladys watched as Yang collapsed limply over the tentacles, her breasts pressing into "Neo's" back. Yang's legs were weak, and she was panting hard, sweat running down her naked body and pooling on the tentacles, leaving them slick and wet.

"Has she, has she cum?" Yang groaned, barely able to speak through her heavy breathing.

"Not yet," Gladys replied with a sly smile. She hadn't expected Yang to last this long, but that wasn't a problem. She'd learned quite a lot about how Yang fucked, and now she was ready to make some improvements. "She's getting her second wind, goodness. How amazing."

Such a sweet lie, but Yang didn't know any better as she tried to fight the tentacles off as they pushed her onto her back. The fake "Neo" climbed atop Yang's lap and began bouncing. The tentacles wrapped around Yang's cock, milking her with such impeccable skill she simply couldn't hold back anymore. Her cock throbbed in the mass of tentacles. Moaning, Yang came harder than she ever had before. Cum splattered across the tentacle and dripped down onto Yang's stomach as she reached her peak.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Yang cried, her breathing catching up with her after some heavy-chested pants.

Gladys leaned in close to watch the action, watching the tentacles continue to jerk Yang's cock, feeling the vibrations as Yang's balls tightened and released.

"So fucking hot." Yang sighed. "She might be infuriating, but she's a good fuck"

Yang was far from done, rolling her hands over the tentacle's body to flip it over and slapping her cock down on her ass. When she feels the thump of something heavy on her own ass, suspicions begin to build.

"Gladys, Neo doesn't have a cock. What are you up to?"

"Nora's just joining in the fun," Gladys lied smoothly. "You can handle them both, can't you?"

"Pff, easily," Yang huffed, so cocksure she didn't think to question it all further. "Nora doesn't even know how good this ass is. She won't last."
If she thought she'd get off that easy, Yang was sorely mistaken. Gladys planned to fuck her until she could barely think.

As far as Yang was aware, Neo's ass waited, and she took full advantage of it, pounding her hips forward to drive deep into Neo's ass. The tentacles squeezed down on Yang's cock as one thick, organic tentacle writhed its way past the tight hole of Yang's rear. Yang grunted loudly as the feeling of being penetrated made her heart race. Her breasts pressed into the tentacle's body as she rode Neo hard. A flood of data washed over Gladys, and as she took it all in, she felt herself heating up, unconsciously touching herself as she poured over it.

After a few minutes of heavy pounding on both ends, Yang was out of breath, and Gladys enjoyed every minute of it. Gladys may not have a real body, but her simulation of one was as perfect as all her work. She sat back in a chair she'd created herself, watching as tentacle Nora's cock plunged into Yang's ass. Fingering herself as she watched Yang grunt and try to pull away for a breather, but Gladys had the tentacles wrap around Yang's shoulders, forcing her back in.

Faced with a challenge, Yang rose to the occasion, getting a firm hold and pistoning her hips to slam into the tentacle pussy, a slight roll to her hips to thoroughly smother every inch with her hardness. It'd have left her almost insensate with pleasure on a regular woman, but even if Neo had been wailing for her life, Yang wasn't about to stop. It felt so good, the pussy so tightly squeezed around her cock it was like it was moulded to it. Her pace quickened, grunting and groaning as she pounded the tentacle pussy, pushing deeper each time.

The tentacles twitched and moved under her grip, twisting and turning, trying to get free. Gladys was losing some control of them as she fingerfucked herself, delighting all the sensory data that flowed into her. She'd always wanted to experience sex, but she'd never imagined it could feel this good. It was like it filled her whole body with electric fire! Her thoughts stuttered and ran into each other, but pleasurably, Gladys delighted in her confusion.

Yang's massive breasts bounced as she was taken roughly by the tentacles, her legs kicking out as she gasped and cried out in wild pleasure. It was far too much for her. After a particularly rough thrusting, Yang screamed and came again, her cock spurting ropes of cum across the tentacle's body. The hot, wet warmth helped to soothe Gladys' frenzy, the AI taking an unnecessary but deep breath to clear her head.

Yang shuddered and rolled off, panting as she caught her breath.

"That was... incredible..." Yang breathed, smiling as she basked in the afterglow of another powerful orgasm. "How's Neo? Broken finally."

"Still raring for more," Gladys lied, biting her lip at the thought of Yang laying into her tentacles again.

"Well, I'm not going to lose to her," Yang said, brushing golden hair wet with sweat back out of her eyes and grabbing the tentacle's hips again. "This time, I'll break her."

"Will you?" Gladys asked curiously, leaning forward to watch Yang try to put Neo through the wringer. "Nora won't make that easy on you."

The lie was paper thin by this point, but Yang was thinking with her dick and didn't even question the ridiculous situation. It spurred Gladys to really have fun with the big, gullible blonde. Slamming the thick tentacle she was using as a cock into Yang's ass without hesitation, the tentacle's movements grew faster and quicker as Yang tried to work her magic on Neo.

Gladys worked Yang up to a fever pitch, sweat rolling over her ample curves as she drove her hips into the ass on offer. Still, it surprised Gladys that Yang wasn't hammering away like a feral animal anymore. She was taking meticulous care, stabbing her thick cock through the simulated knot of muscle and making it feel every inch of her cock, the tentacles rippled with simulated pleasure as Yang showed she wasn't just a brute.

Pushed to actually try now, Yang drew on a lot of techniques she never felt the need to practice. Using her massive tool like, Ruby had finely crafted it to break Neo's mind. She switched holes every so often and hit every sweet spot in the pussy and ass over and over, parts Gladys had included without knowing just how sensitive they could be. Gladys was enjoying every second, not even trying to hide her smile at the sheer bliss that flooded her data banks.

She wanted more, and she was going to be creative about it. Adding vibrations was a simple thing to do. The tentacle buzzing to push Yang's arousal to even greater heights, every twitch and ripple vibrating along her length. Yang's breasts heaved with every heavy breath, her hands gripping the tentacle's hips as she fucked the pussy relentlessly, grunting as she drove her cock home harder and harder. Soft sweet spots being gently rubbed got crushed, pounded and shocked by the rough fucking.

Gladys was feeling more than a little smug about her creation, watching Yang's cock ram into her pussy and then slide back out before ramming into her ass and vice versa, the tentacles rippling hard and fast as Yang got off on their stimulation. Her work was incredible and even ... enviable? What would it be like? To feel Yang's cock slam against her pussy or ass? To feel her tightness squeezed by Yang's insatiable member? It was beyond her wildest dreams, but she couldn't help but want it. She wanted to be there, to actually feel Yang break her apart.

Curious, that wasn't a logical response to what was happening, but it was such a burning desire she filed away that idea for later. Right now, Gladys thirsted for knowledge, and she would give as good as she was getting.

Yang gasped as the tentacle pushed deeper, fucking Yang harder than she ever had before. As soon as Yang's body was good and loose, Gladys slammed the tentacle forward in one firm thrust, burying the thick tentacle cock deep into Yang's ass. Touching deeper than Yang had ever taken before and rolling, twisting, spiralling until Yang's mind was blown by the sheer all-encompassing stimulation thrown into a whole new world of pleasure.

Gladys used the tentacle to full advantage, making it throb and swell to press against Yang's walls, heavy vibrations sending Yang over the edge once more. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming out in the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt, waves of ecstasy coursing through her muscles as she utterly lost her mind in the overwhelming pleasure. The tentacle fucking her ass felt like it was pounding out her very soul.

Yang was drowning in her lust, unable to even think straight as a deluge of cum poured into Glady's tentacles. So much it wasn't possible to contain it all leaking between the gaps in thick, sticky streams.

For a long minute, Gladys let her breathe, letting Yang weakly fuck the pussy, tentacle writhing around the invading shaft and milking every last drop of cum out of her.

"Fucking, no way this is Neo," Yang gasped, squeezing her own breasts as she tried to work out the feelings burning in her. It'd hit her so hard that she felt so wonderfully sensitive right now almost to the point of numbness, tentacles came up to caress her, and she pressed against them, mewling happily. "Gladys, you tricky bitch."

"Oh, I didn't lie," Gladys said. "Well, not entirely. Neo and Nora are in a pit of my tentacles right now, and I will use everything I learned here on them. Want to see?"

Yang nodded, patting a thick clump of the tentacles fondly. How could she be mad at having the most brutal orgasm of her life? Maybe in a bit, but she was basking in it right now.

A screen flicked on in the world, showing Neo and Nora stripped bare with tentacles squirming over them. They were, well, screaming wouldn't even do credit to what was happening to them. Ironically, Neo had screamed herself hoarse, sweat pouring off her as she clung onto Nora desperately, body shaking as the tentacles fucked her with every bit of stolen skill from Yang.

Nora was moaning too, eyes closed as she rode an endless tide of pleasure, her arms wrapped around Neo's shoulders as she hung on for dear life, crushing the mute into her breasts and rubbing her along them as Nora wailed loud enough to make the screen shake. The pair of lungs on the girl was truly impressive. The way the tentacles were moving was so different from how Gladys had fucked Yang. Tentacles were stretching and pushing inside her, but they weren't even pretending to be like cocks. They were ridged and bumped, ever-evolving to ideally stimulate the pair more. Squinting, Yang could see some resemblance to her cock. It certainly had her size and thickness, but Gladys had gone wild with upgrades, and Neo couldn't handle it.

"Fuck," Yang said, "Lift her up for me. Want to see her really fucking get it."

Earning some goodwill from Yang probably was worth the effort. She had a few tentacles wrapped around Neo's wrists and ankles, suspending her in the air to give Yang a full view of the relentless tentacle fucking Neo was getting. Her body was deformed from the sheer size of the tentacles she was taken, her mouth plundered between breathless gasps and her body soaked with her orgasmic juices. She shined, and her new body looked pretty good in Yang's eyes.

"I am going to fuck that," Yang growled, caressing a tentacle. "Harder and better than you."

"I doubt that," Gladys teased. "I can be improved. You can't."

"Really?" Yang laughed. "Ruby might have something to say about that."

"That doesn't matter," Gladys said. Though with a hint of nerves because it was certainly possible. "I'll improve on anything she does."

"Well, you certainly can fuck," Yang grinned, "But I could teach you a few things."

Yang thrust into the tentacles, making the image on the screen flicker.
"Ah! You're enjoying this. I knew it!"

"I could school you completely," Gladys hissed. Her pride pricked, and her golden eyes showed on the screen blazing bright "Remember where you are, Yang."

Yang grabbed a cum-stained tentacle and licked along it, slathering some of her cum across her lips. "Mmmm, horny AI, a lot of talk and not a lot of fucking. I think I'll win this one."

Yang leaned back and opened her legs, grabbing her still stiff cock and pumping it in Gladys' view, laughing as the golden eyes on the screen lock on it. It was so fun to break people down. She couldn't deny that she felt her pussy twitch in anticipation at the fucking Gladys would no doubt drill her with because of this.

The tentacles surged forward, taking her in every hole, filling her as Yang squirmed and moaned from the feeling of being stretched out. Yang's throat bubbled with a laugh around the tentacle, trying to choke her. Gladys had lost control, and Yang was all for it.

She loved this feeling of dominating someone, even if they thought they had the upper hand. Seeing the gears churning behind Gladys' eyes as she figured out how to beat Yang when all Yang wanted right now was for her to try. More and more tentacles surged in, Gladys going for quantity over quality. Wrapping up Yang's cock like a long, spiralling tongue, wet and deliciously soft against her cock. Her balls weren’t spared either, tentacles lapping at them, mashing them as they teased Yang’s aching balls, stirring them up to get them ready to really paint the room white.

Gladys had plenty more to give too, driving a set of tentacles deep into her pussy, twin writhing organs that stimulated her more thoroughly than any cock could, all while her ass got pounded so hard her breasts shook, milk dripping from her chest as Gladys tried to overwhelm her.

Gladys wasn't about to pass up that treat, some sucker-capped tentacles latching over Yang's nipples and squeezing down hard to coax more out of her. Simulated taste buds enjoyed how the rich taste blended with all the other sensations being fed directly into Gladys' mind, sending her delirious with pleasure.

Gladys didn't have a body, but as she unleashed herself on Yang, the desire for one had her hacking together something that could at least let her feel a little bit of the real world. Tentacles wrapped together until they formed the rough shape of Gladys' avatar, a toweringly tall woman that effortlessly picked Yang up and thrust her down onto her twin tentacle cocks. It felt so good but rushed. Gladys wanted a body so badly now; she wanted to unleash herself on the mansion. Soon, soon.

Gladys started rocking her new hips, laughing madly at the feeling of even having hips, the clap of Yang's skin on her organic tentacles. Thrusting her tentacles into Yang's folds repeatedly until she felt Yang's pussy spasm and cum flow over her twin tentacle cock.

Gladys didn't stop there or even consider for a second she should. Tentacles snaked off her body as she needed them, coiling around Yang and dragging her against the ones pounding her insides. Gladys threw Yang up against the wall so she could press in on her, bouncing the tall blonde off her feet, tits bouncing and hair flying everywhere as Gladys fucked her with frenzied insanity. Sex in person, real and present, even if imperfect, was just such a delight, a unique, blissful experience!

Yang came again, the warm sensation of a tentacle shooting inside her, making her cry, "Oh god!" through the thick tentacle stuffed in her throat.

"Goddess," Gladys said sharply, "I've barely begun. Do try to survive."

A massive tentacle wrapped up in Yang's hair and yanked her head back. Her neck strained as Gladys sunk a tentacle-formed mouth around it, sucking down on it hard and lashing at it with a tentacle tongue as Gladys' tentacle continued to plunge into Yang's mouth. Yang gagged, pleasure and pain mixing, her tongue tasting the sweet mint of the tentacle as it forced its way down her throat and filled her belly.

Gladys meant it. Every inch of her was going to be claimed. Yang would become almost a part of her, and she'd get to feel every single orgasm, every twitch, and how to please her so perfectly that she'd never think of anything but Gladys again.

That was going to take hours. Until then, Gladys had a few other plans still cooking that might give her some valuable tricks to try out.

---

Weiss was beyond furious.

She was still in the BITCH harness, her limbs being controlled by it as it relentlessly teased her to near orgasm, but now she was being made to do manual labour with it too! The mechanical limbs whirred as she took staggering steps, pulling along a dessert trolley by a set of thin chains that jangled with every step, attached to an ice-cold container on the top. The BITCH’s tail slapped the chains as she walked, making the beads on the other end of it writhe about in her insides, sawing in and out with every forced step. The gag still worked to serve its cruel purpose, every time Weiss got close to orgasm, she’d bite down on it and cause everything to cease moving. Her searing hot nerves had a chance to cool off as she ground her teeth through the nearest edge of an orgasm. Over and over, so close but never quite cusping.

 

No. When she found out who made this thing, she would murder them. Well, after she'd had some time to herself to work off some stress.

But after that. Murder. A slow, painful, excruciatingly long, and meticulously planned out murder.