Note: Lol thank you to the people who actually checked out LUBYP. Seriously, you don't have to. It's so fucking dark guys. Oh god is it dark. Holy fuck. Not like this. This is fun. Let's do more of this, okay? Okay.
Blake was so fucking mad.
She couldn't believe her senses. Seriously? Fucking seriously? Of everything that could possibly make that situation worse, now she had this to fucking contend with? It was like the universe was mocking her. It was one thing that her mom didn't want to sleep with her. It was another thing that Ruby and Yang both got to fuck her mom. It was another thing that they got to fuck each other. But this? This was a goddamn outrage! It wasn't fair. It actually wasn't goddamn fair, and Blake couldn't hold it in anymore. She stood up from her perch on the center stairway, shut her eyes tight, and screamed as loud as she could, her voice fettered with rage.
"What do you mean you are out of pizza!?"
The poor pizza delivery man on the other end of the phone seemed startled.
"Ma'am, we have plenty of other offerings if you are interested," he suggested timidly.
"Why in the holy fuck would I be interested in something other than pizza?" Blake shouted hoarsely. "You are a goddamn motherfucking pizza place. Pizza is the one stupid thing you offer. What else am I supposed to order to cheer myself up? A garlic knot? That stupid little greasy over-fried doughball that has all the tenderness of a golf ball? Give me a goddamn break. And don't even get me started on your fucking meatball subs, you fucking asshole. I haven't even tried it and I can already tell you that the meatball will be dry as my fucking cooch."
"Please, ma'am, there are children here…"
"Fuck off!" Blake said, hanging up the Scroll with violent fervor. Unbelievable. Completely unbelievable. She was having the worst night ever, and all she wanted was a little comfort food. A bit of pizza in her belly could do a lot to make up for a lack of tongue in her pussy. As it turned out, there was just one pizza restaurant in all of Atlas, and it wasn't very popular because they didn't have anything in stock. Everything sucked. Life sucked. How could she partake in the joy of sticking a cock through a pizza and walking up to strangers asking if they had ordered a "big sausage pie"? How, she asked, how!
Blake sat back down on the steps next to Ilia. At some point, the chameleon girl had taken off her clothes, but honestly, Blake couldn't remember when that happened. She also couldn't recall when she had allowed Ilia to sit so close to her, or place her hand so close to her thighs.
"Ahem."
Ilia's hand left as soon as it came, and the redhead whistled innocently—just innocently to piss Blake right the fuck off.
"I'm sorry things aren't working out, Blake," Ilia said cautiously. "But you know. It's not all bad. We got to spend some time together."
"Ilia, I swear to God," Blake warned her. "If you are trying to get into my pants right now, I will fucking turn you into skin luggage."
Ilia sneered, a surprisingly harsh reaction from the lovesick Faunus. "You know, Blake, you've been really mean to me ever since we got here. I understand that you didn't get what you want, but you aren't allowed to be a jerk."
"Sorry, but put yourself in my shoes for a second," Blake asked. "Imagine that there is this woman. She's beautiful. She's kind. You've known her your entire life. And all you want to do is be with her, but she only views you as just a friend, a shoulder to cry on in tough times. She doesn't see you as the sexy, hot thing that you are. Can you imagine how frustrating that is?"
Ilia pursed her lips.
"Yes, Blake. I can only imagine how frustrating that is."
"Then you get why I'm so pissed off!" Blake exclaimed. "Like, we wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for my incest fetish. I got Yang into incest in the first place, and she's acting like it's her own thing. She fucked my mom right in front of me, and then had the audacity to try to have sex with me afterward like it was no big deal. Like, fuck her. And I thought we were a cute ship together."
"Well, look on the bright side," Ilia suggested, snuggling up to Blake's side. "At least Yang isn't as big of an incest pervert as Weiss is."
"Huh?" said Blake. "Weiss is a fucking prude. She's not into incest."
"Oh," said Ilia. "I thought that was her having sex with her mom and sister over there."
"What!?"
Blake threw her Scroll to the ground in a furious revolt, causing the technology to smash into a million pieces. She leaped to her feet and scanned the horizon, and soon enough, in the dead center of the hall, she was able to find the sinful source of Ilia's claims.
They were…oh, fuck what weren't they doing? It was like they were moving in fast forward with how quickly they were switching sex positions. Weiss was on her knees in front of Winter, and Willow was jerking her daughter off with slick, fluid motions until Winter came all over Weiss's breasts. Then, next thing she knew, Weiss and Winter were sandwiching their standing mother, with Winter eating out her ass and Weiss lapping her cum-covered tongue all over her mom's pussy. Then, in the blink of an eye, Winter and Willow were sixty-nining, with Winter on top slamming her cock deep into her mother's throat as the weight of her massive hips threatened to squish Willow's face. Then, Willow was holding Weiss upside down in a sort of X-shaped position, taking long laps of her daughter's creampied asshole while Winter stood in front of them and repeatedly slapped Weiss's face with her cock.
Then, Willow moaned passionately as both of her children breastfed from her.
Then, Winter fucked Willow up the ass.
Then, the three of them engaged in a big, sloppy, incestuous lesbian make-out session full of cum-swapping, spit-swapping, and ecstasy-filled moaning.
And Blake was fucking seething. The pizza was bad, but this was a damned nightmare. Weiss was the one who had been telling her incest was wrong from the very beginning, ever since they were stuck on that damn farm. She was that moralistic little cunt who dared to stand in her way of achieving her mom-pounding dreams, yet here she was, in the middle of the fucking room, having a powerful threesome with not just her mother, but also her super hot sister? Fuck that shit! It was bullshit. Complete, total, unrepentant bullshit. The idea that Weiss got to have sex with her mom—and not just any sex, but Eternal Hotness-causing, Bang Unit Scale-breaking orgy sex—awoke a fury and a power in Blake that she did not know she possessed. She was done sitting around and waiting for the universe to fuck her up the ass. Now was the time she did some fucking of her own.
Except, you know, metaphorically—because her mom still wouldn't have sex with her.
Blake stormed through the Sea of Sluts, forcefully shoving every woman in her way to the ground. She toppled them like bowling pins, one after another, moving with power and fury as she made her way to the center of the room. Weiss didn't see her coming, as she was far too busy cumming—directly onto her mommy's wagging tongue. If she had seen Blake coming, she might not have been surprised when she felt Blake tap her polite her on the shoulder. She tried to turn around, but trying to rotate one's body while straddling a woman's face was actually quite the strain on her back. So, after noticing that it was only Blake standing behind her and not her sister's big meaty schlong, she turned back around and promptly ignored Blake as much as possible.
That was the wrong move.
Blake's hand collided with the side of Weiss's head like a battering ram, and in a flash, Weiss's brain unscrambled. The force of Blake's slap knocked her straight off her mom's tongue, and she toppled over, she suddenly felt all of the guilt and shame and morality that had been stripped out of her mind over the past few insane hours rush back into her like a tsunami. She felt also felt a rush of pain. A lot of pain. Holy shit, a lot of pain. Her ears were ringing with deafening white noise as her head crashed against the floor, leaving the room spinning and her alone with her thoughts. That was bad because her thoughts were nothing but complete shame and regret and mental screaming about holy fuck she had sex with Winter and her mom why would she do that that is so wrong oh god oh fuck oh god her fuck. The good news about being smacked into a daze, however, was that while she could see Blake towering over her, snarling like a vicious beast, she couldn't hear any of the very angry words coming out of her mouth. If she could, she would have heard:
"You cunt! You cunty fucking cunt fuck! I'm going to rip your fucking clit off you cunt fucking whore fucking slutfuck dicksucking fuck bitch! You broke the fucking Bang Unit scale before me? Me, the Queen of Incest!? You goddamn slutwhore facefucking suckingfucking fuckingfucking ass! I deserve to have sex with my relatives, not you! Never you! You deserve to burn to death in the fire of my goddamn asshole! You hear that, you worthless guzzling shitguzzle tittyfuck? You yippie-ki-motherfucking-yay croaking frog-ass fish-face fuck mother ass lying serendipitous whore ass whore bitch bitch whore luffa-faced heron! Fuck you! Suck my ass!"
Weiss literally didn't hear any of that.
As she lay on the ground in a helpless, brain-fried daze, Winter and Willow rushed to assist their sex partner. They each grabbed onto one of Blake's arm and started dragging her away from Weiss before Blake could do any further harm. Blake kicked violently against her captors, but she was dealing with the strength of one trained Huntress and one very angry MILF, so despite her talents, she was unable to escape as they dragged her angrily through the Sea of Sluts.
"Let go of me! You bitches! You bitches!" Blake cried. The eyes of the Sluts, originally locked onto pussies and asses, gradually turned her away as her conniption fit grew louder and louder. "You goddamn fucking whores! I'll kill you! I'll kill every single one of you with my fucking fists!"
"What's your problem?" Willow asked, Weiss's juices dripping from her lips. "Stop insulting my daughter."
"Can't you let us have our fun?" Winter groaned, locking Blake's elbow behind her back. "You're such a—hey, what!"
Winter screeched when she felt someone attack her from behind. The aggravator was Ilia, who saw the injustice performed against the woman she loved and knew that she could not stand by. She launched onto Winter from behind, scooping arms beneath the Huntress's arms and cupping her massive breasts as hard as she could. Winter released Blake in shock and leaped back into the air, and Ilia saw her opportunity. She dug her fingers into Winter's breasts, and utilizing Winter's own momentum against her, Ilia dug down deep and hoisted Winter up and over her head, slamming her into the hard-polished ground behind her—a perfect bridging German suplex! Winter was thrown down onto her head with her cum-filled ass sticking straight up in the air, taken out of action, and Willow gasped as her daughter was easily disposed of. Blake, with her new arm free, found her opportunity to strike. Using her expert Huntress skills, Blake twisted and wrangled free from Willow's grasp, and when on the offensive. By offensive, of course, she made a move on her. She wrapped one hand around Willow's waist and placed another just beneath the cusp of her ass, and utilizing her sweet dance moves, she swept Weiss's alcoholic mother off her feet, dipping her like they were doing the tango. Willow was taken by surprise, and despite the strange circumstances, as she looked up the young Faunus expertly holding her aloft in the exotic dance, she couldn't help be incredibly turned on by Blake's suave style.
And then Blake threw her head down between Willow's tits and motorboated her like a maniac.
"Oh my!" Willow moaned as Blake ravaged her boobs. Blake was sick of the bullshit. She was going to fuck someone's mom if it killed her. Her mom was out of the question. Ruby's mom was dead. Yang's mom was AWOL. So, Willow Schnee it was! Blake quickly popped one of Willow's nipple into her mouth like it was sour candy, and then she sucked on the other, and then back to the first, and then to the second, and back and forth and back and forth like she was bobbing for apples. Willow squealed, her resistance to the woman who just slapped her child superseded by the popping tenderness in her tits. Blake felt power rush through her, power that she had never experienced before. Her confidence skyrocketed, and she took advantage of Willow's vulnerable state to plunge her tongue into the MILF's mouth, swirling it around the moist orifice like she was licking an ice cream cone. Willow moaned into her lips, and Blake Belladonna was complete.
She was fucking a woman—a full-bodied, sexy MILFy woman. Not a hallucination of a woman, either, but a real goshdarn person! Obviously, she had fucked women before. Mostly Yang. She boned Yang a whole bunch over the past few months, but now those once pleasant memories were tainted with her girlfriend's betrayal. She would never forget having her pussy licked by the blonde's enthusiastic tongue, but the fact that the exact same tongue was dipped into her mother soured the whole experience. So, Blake just decided that those bouts of passionate fucking did not count, and unfortunately, that meant that the times she fucked Weiss and Ruby and Nora and Penny didn't count either, because she was certain that Yang was present during all of those times, and Yang could go suck her whole ass. But Willow—ah, now that was a woman she could be proud to fuck. She would remember this fuck for the rest of her life, and as her hand drifted down across Willow's inner thigh, she took sweet, sweet joy in knowing that no one would stop her from claiming her pussy-shaped prize. Not Weiss. Not Winter. Not Ilia. Not Yang. Especially not her own mom, who was too busy mounting Weiss in order to stop her, leaving her free to—
Wait, what!?
Blake's eyes shot across the room to the scene that had only barely shown itself in her periphery. Her gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, dominating, glorious cum-covered mother had noticed Weiss lying in a daze on the floor, and the bitch, motivated by her own selfish desires, was straight in the middle of the process of lowering her slit gently down onto Weiss's confused face, a wicked smile on her lips. Blake fucking lost it. She immediately dropped Willow, who crashed onto the ground without warning, and Blake took off sprinting back through the Sea of Sluts toward the center of the room. She ran as fast as she could, blasting through scissoring lesbians like her life depended on it, but despite her best efforts, she was too late; when she arrived at the scene, Kali was already sitting on Weiss's face, smothering the young Huntress's nose beneath her big, juicy ass.
"Mom! No!" Blake cried in anguish. Kali casually glanced over her shoulder, treating her daughter with indifference as she began to grind onto Weiss's face.
"Oh. Hi, Blake."
Weiss's muffled screams rang out through the hall, and her arms flailed around wildly as she struggled to breathe beneath the Belladonna matriarch's thick hips.
"Stop this! Stop this right fucking now!" Blake demanded, her hands clenching into fists.
Kali considered that for a second, and then shrugged. "No. No, I don't think I will."
"You are suffocating her!" Blake stated.
"No, I'm not. Right, Weiss?"
Weiss was panicking underneath Kali's slit; however, after only a few moments, her movements became sedated, and she started to relax as her lungs were filled with the sweet stench of Kali's anus. Her whole body went limp, and she allowed herself to be completely consumed by the Faunus's powerfully toned body. Blake's temper flared, and her entire body trembled with uncontrollable rage as she shut her eyes and stamped her feet like a pouty child.
"But…but that's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair it's not fair it's not fair!"
"Sweetie, you are making a scene," Kali said casually, giving one of Weiss's breasts a hearty smack to keep her hands busy.
"No, this is such bullshit!" Blake whined, tears welling up in her eyes. "You have fucked all of my teammates! Every single one of them! First Yang, then Ruby, and now Weiss—even though they all got to have incestuous sex on their own already?"
"Blake, you are being unreasonable."
"I'm unreasonable? You're unreasonable! You're all unreasonable!" Blake screamed hoarsely. "All I wanted was to have sex with you. Just once. Just for a little bit. We didn't even have to do anything super kinky or fucked up, we just had to touch each other a little inappropriately for a mother-daughter relationship!"
"Blake—"
"No, shut up!" Blake screamed, and her mom was taken aback by Blake's sudden, seething rage. "Everyone else has been having fun at this orgy. Everyone else, because they all got what they wanted. Everyone got everything they wanted except for me, and it isn't fair! Weiss already got her fun incest threesome. She doesn't deserve any more. She doesn't need you climbing all over her! And you…you have been doing this on purpose, haven't you? You've spread your legs for every goddamn whore in this whole fucking mansion, and you've made sure to fuck every person on my team just so they could rub it in my face later! Every day from now until the end of time, Yang is going to mock me because she got to sleep with you and I didn't. They're all going to judge me and make fun of me and it's all because you couldn't keep your urges under control for once, for your own fucking daughter!"
Kali sighed. "Sweetie, I understand that this is a lot for you, but my sex life is my own decision. You have to respect my choices as a woman."
"I don't have to respect anything, because you've shown no respect for me," Blake said, pointing at her mother accusingly. "You didn't have to seduce my girlfriend and fuck her brains out. You did that because you couldn't control yourself. That's not 'respecting women'; that's just an excuse for your sluttery! And by the way, does Dad know about any of this shit!?"
Kali rolled her eyes. "Blake, honey…who do you think jerks off to the videotapes I make of my sexcapades?"
Blake was floored by the response. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped slack to the floor, but deep inside of her, beneath the submerged depression and shock and, admittedly, horniness, she felt a fire burn that was so powerful it could engulf the entire world. Her rage was now at its peak. Its apex. Its ultimate. Blake leaned back her head, and she unleashed all of her fury in the form of a powerful roar, alerting every slut in the room to her pain and desperation. Kali just sat there on Weiss's face, passively grinding circles into the Schnee heiress's mouth, unperturbed by her daughter's outburst.
But that would all change when Blake, snarling and furious, shouted something at her mother she would never forget.
"I hate you, you goddamn fucking cunt!"
All at once, Kali stopped grinding. She stopped smiling. She stopped feeling. Her gaze narrowed. Her head tilted off its axis. It snapped toward Blake. The sounds of moaning ceased. The air became still. The room became quiet. Kali's vision pierced a hole through Blake's bare chest.
And suddenly, Blake's anger vanished—replaced by fear.
She fucked up.
Kali stood up suddenly. She marched over to her daughter in silent fury. The others watched. The sluts. Weiss, dazed and pussy-drunk. Ilia and Winter, still stuck in a German suplex. Willow, on the ground, rubbing her bruised temple.
Kali looked at Blake.
And Blake looked at Kali.
And Kali looked at Blake.
And Blake melted.
And Kali looked harder at Blake.
And Blake whimpered.
"M-Mom, um…I-I'm s-sor—"
The words could barely escape her lips before her mom forcefully grabbed her by the ears and dragged her forward. Blake screamed for help but to no avail. Kali moved swiftly. She moved toward Weiss, and with her one free arm, she arranged the heiress to her liking. She forced Weiss onto her hands and knees and made her back straight. Like a table, or a stool. Kali sat squarely onto Weiss's spine, and Weiss felt her warm, wet cooch press into her lower back. Kali calmly yanked Blake forward, and before Blake could protest, she found herself resting over her mother's knee, helpless and panicking. She had no time for words. Or remorse. Or pity. Blake's head aligned with Weiss, and for a brief moment, when their eyes met, Weiss could see the helplessness within them.
Kali did not talk.
Kali did not show emotion.
Kali simply laid her fingers straight.
And she brought back her hand.
And then steadily…
She spanked.
The sound of Kali's palm colliding with Blake's rear was like the clapping of thunder. It reverberated off of her daughter's bare, jiggly ass like ripples in the ocean, and Blake cried out as a sharp pain jolted through her bottom. Kali, unfortunately, did not stop. She spanked again, harder, smacking Blake's cake without making a mistake. A sore, red spot started to form on Blake's ass, and Blake felt the pain shoot up directly into her heart. The whole orgy seemed to be watching her get punished, and the only thing she could do was cry out in pain again.
"Mom, wait—"
Kali did not wait. She smacked Blake's ass again, this time striking her pussy as well with the edge of her palm. The blast tickled on her tender flesh, but soon she felt a searing, tingling sizzle of pain on her labia as the full impact rushed through her.
"Say you are sorry." Kali's voice was cold but firm.
"I'm…I'm sorry, Mommy!"
Kali smacked her right cheek.
"Say it again."
"I'm sorry, Mommy! I'm sorry!"
Kali smacked her left cheek.
"Say it again."
Kali continued to strike Blake's rump, over and over again until the thick flesh turned raw and red. Blake whimpered like a puppy, crying out for her mother to stop, apologizing with all of her heart. But she never did. Never ever. She just kept striking, firmly on rhythm like the beating of a drum. Beneath Kali's soft sex, Weiss could look directly into Blake's eyes. She was still rather dazed from her adventures in facesitting, but she had enough wherewithal to have remorse for Blake. Well, actually no, she felt no remorse for Blake. Blake slapped her in her face. Fuck Blake, actually. Weiss was pretty happy to see Blake getting her ass literally handed to her. She, however, slightly surprised that Blake wasn't enjoying the maternal spanking, given the sexy implications of it all. If Willow had been spanking Weiss, for instance—wait, no more incest! She was done with that dammit! Those instincts would not control her!
It was a rather sad thing to say that it was at that moment—with Kali spanking her daughter while sitting on Weiss like a footstool, Winter caught in a suplex by a horny lesbian chameleon, Willow questioning her own sexual desires, Raven missing, Yang, Nora, Velvet and Coco shooting up heroin and futanarium in the backroom, Pyrrha, Penny, Neo and Cinder coming to a startling revelation about their bizarre sexual circumstances, random acts of lesbianism occurring all throughout the hallways and the bedrooms and the bathrooms, and Ruby wandering aimlessly through the halls of the Schnee Manor as she tried to recover from the trauma of making out with her mom's severed head—that the grand gay orgy came to a sudden end. It was an end that no one in particular saw coming, partially because they all had their noses deep in snatch, but also because they never could have expected what would come next. They were all secure in their beliefs that their orgy would go on uninterrupted; that their attempts to unify the world through hot girl-on-girl action would be successful. Yet, as many dreams were, that was nothing but a cruel trick played on them by reality. They were being lied to by themselves from the very beginning, and unfortunately, they were about to pay a price.
A massive, crashing explosion suddenly came from outside, sending tremors through the mansion, knocking the Sea of Sluts and the members within off-balance. They all fell to the ground, and screams and panicked cries suddenly broke out among them. Blake tumbled to the floor, and Kali fell directly on top of her, landing with their beautiful bodies perfectly pressed together in symmetric harmony. Their breasts smushed against one another, and their lips were only an inch apart, but when they looked at each other, there was not any lingering emotional sensation between the mother-daughter pair. There was only fear and confusion. The walls of the manor were secure, but they could hear the explosion coming from just outside the front door.
And then another one.
And then another one.
And then another one.
And then came the noises. Terrible, cruel screeching noises, like animals being tortured. The screams echoed through the walls, and everyone in the foyer gripped themselves in terror. Monsters…there were monsters outside the doorway. Horrible, nightmarish monstrosities. It was the only possible explanation. The roars grew louder, piling on top of each other until their power became so great that they silenced even the cruelest storms and overshadowed everything else. Weiss clutched the sides of her head to block out the inhuman noises, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep the monstrous cries out. They were somehow still growing louder and louder, and the women began to fear that at any moment, the walls of the manor would come crumbling down, and the monsters would get in, and their festive orgasmic journey would suddenly come to a brutal, violent and bloody end.
But then, just as soon as they arrived, the noises from outside stopped. The quiet returned, and concern and confusion reigned within the mansion.
Then, there was a sharp knock on the front door.
No one responded.
The knock came again. Aggressively.
Cautiously, Neon Katt, the closest whore to the door, coughed and approached it with a shaking hand. She leaned close to the door and called out. "Umm…who is it?"
A voice on the other side responded.
"Candygram."
Neon Katt paused for a moment, then sighed with relief. She turned back to the worried Sea of Sluts.
"Guys, don't worry," she said, unlocking the door, "it's just a candygram—"
The door blasted inwards, flying off its hinges and knocking Neon away in a ferocious blast of power. A massive, swirling pool of black, writhing tentacles flooded into the room, spreading out over the hall and slathering themselves over every wall, nook and corner they could find. The Sluts screamed in fear, their cries echoing throughout the deepest parts of the manor. Blake, Weiss, and Kali looked into the open doorway, but they could not see anyone—merely a dark shadow covering the entrance like a thick fog.
Then, she stepped into the manor. She walked with a swagger strong enough to kill. Her white hair: loose, flowing like waves over her shoulder. Her lips: painted red with the blood of her enemies. Her skin: white and corrupt yet smooth and supple. Her outfit, if it could even be called that: black and leather and barely there. Long latex gloves running past her elbows. Knee-high black boots with six-inch heels. Stockings beneath and a garter belt of silky lace. A corset wrapped snugly around her waist. Exposed breasts and no panties to hide her shaven slit. A kitty choker around her neck. Chains and leather straps running up and down her body like armor. A whip in one hand. A cat o' nine tails in the other. An evil, twisted smile on her face. By her side, she was flanked by two massive Beowolfs, growling with hunger and pleasure as they observed the many, many naked women inside of the foyer. The monster cackled and raised her arms to the sky, announcing her presence to all who trembled before her.
"Guess what, n***as!?" Salem shouted proudly. "The Bad Bitch is back!"