Note: Sex.

"Salem, my one true love! I have come for your pussy!"

The battle cry echoed throughout the foyer, and all of the bickering and fear and indignation ceased as the attention of the room was drawn to the naked blonde standing triumphantly on top of the stairwell, one finger pointed proudly into the air. Salem raised a confused eyebrow, while Blake, seeing the face of her former lover/current bitter sex rival, suddenly felt a bolt of rage flash through her. The five tentacle-bound sluts strained their necks and looked to the stairwell with tremendous hope, yet though they first assumed that Yang's presence would lead to their rescue, they very quickly realized that the newly arriving Huntress wouldn't be of much help at all. And it wasn't merely because she announced her love for Salem and a desire to eat her pussy like a fine filet mignon –it was also because Yang looked kind of fucked up. Her hair was all disheveled, and her knees were incredibly shaky, and those words about fucking Salem seemed a little more slurred than they were supposed to be. And they also realized something was wrong when Yang took a step forward to walk down the stairs, immediately tripped, and crashed and tumbled down the long stairwell, bouncing off each step with a horrible sounding thud before landing at the bottom of the steps in a broken heap of drunken womanhood.

Salem looked at Yang.

And Blake looked at Yang.

And everyone looked at Yang.

And Yang didn't move.

And everyone decided Yang was dead.

And Blake looked back at Salem.

"So, anyway, I'd be willing to fuck a goat Grimm—"

Suddenly, Yang clamored back to her feet, staggering and shaking off her injuries as if nothing happened, and with her confidence still swelling from the drugs in her system, she pointed once more to the sky and declared, "Salem, my one true love! I shall claim your pussy for the Xiao Long clan!"

Blake groaned very loudly and hung her head in shame, unable to fucking deal. Salem, however, was far more cautiously optimistic, not making any sudden movements as Yang began shoving her way through the crowd to get to the object of her desires. The tentacles rose in preparation to strike, and the Beowolves growled in fury, but Salem held up her hand and ordered them to be still as Yang stormed past the captive Schnees and stepped right up to Salem, eyeing the Grimm Mistress up and down and grinning like a moron.

"You…ooh, damn, you look hot."

"I…" Salem cleared her throat, learning to take the compliment. "Why, yes. Yes, I do."

Blake butted her way in front of Yang, though the blonde hardly minded and continued to grin as she kept her eyes on Salem's big, delicious tatas.

"Um, excuse me," Blake interjected, "but I believe that we were in the middle of a negotiation. Yang, would you mind finding someone else's mother to fuck?"

"Nooooooo," Yang said, shaking her head vigorously. "I'm gonna fuck Salem. Salem is my…my main fucking squeeze."

"Well, you can step in line, then," Blake stated, placing her hands on her hips. "Salem was just about to make me one of her Four Whores-men, so we don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

"A Whores-men? Oooooooh, what's that?" Yang asked excitedly.

"None of your business," said Blake, but she was not the only person in the conversation, and Salem took it upon herself to explain the situation to the late arrival.

"My Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse will be my Sex Demon warriors who will help me conquer the world. I plan on making them have sex with a Grimm, which will transform them into a powerful futa beast capable of controlling the minds and pussies of any woman they come across. It's quite the impressive feat of science and engineering, if I do say so myself."

"Salem!" Blake protested. "What the fuck?"

"She has every right to know," Salem said calmly. "The offer stands to all, though the positions are limited. The Faunus here has already volunteered to join my army…though admittedly, we are getting stuck on some of the minor details."

Yang gasped. "Blake, you're joining?" Excited, Yang threw her arms around Blake's shoulders, pulling the Faunus by her side despite the catgirl's vicious protests. "That's awesome! I wanna be a Grimm slut, too!"

"What?" Blake shouted in fury. "No way! Get the fuck off of me!"

Blake succeeded in pushing Yang away from her, but Yang simply began skipping around in circles, clapping and singing like a little kid.

"I wanna be a Grimm slut! I wanna be a Grimm slut!"

Salem was baffled by the young woman's declarations. She was familiar with the blonde; she was the very same obnoxious little brat that she shared the farmhouse with the night that her lover was sucked back into the lamp. If Salem recalled correctly, that night ended with Salem bestowing on the blonde a passionate kiss in order to get her to shut the fuck up about the evening's events. She was incredibly annoying, and somehow had only succeeded in getting more annoying in the time since. It was difficult to trust that she would be capable of handling the pressure and responsibility that came with being a Whores-men. However, there was something incredibly sexy about the young thing. She was a vixen like no other, with her cybernetic arm and her bouncy tits and her off-the-rocker attitude. Plus, she was incredibly enthusiastic about the job, and how many hot teens was Salem likely to find who would be willing to portray humanity. The choice may have been unconventional, but surely Salem would be foolish not to at least give her a shot, right?

"All right then, child," Salem decided. "You shall become the second of my Whores-men."

"Hooray!" Yang cried happily, throwing her hands into the air in celebration. However, all was not well, and the celebration may have kicked off too soon as Blake suddenly screamed out.

"No way! No fucking, goddamn way!"

Salem looked at Blake curiously. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not being on another team with that MILF-stealing bitch!" Blake declared. "If she's becoming a Whores-men, then I'm out!"

"You don't want to join anymore?" Salem said, somewhat saddened.

"Blake, no!" Yang cried, falling over onto the floor and kicking her legs like a petulant child. "No, Blakey, no! Join with me! Be sexy with me! I love you, Blake!"

"Shut up!" Blake shouted, dismissing Yang's whining with a thunderous clap. "Look, Salem, I want to join your fuck club, but I'm not doing it if Yang is going to be there. She's a disgrace to the good name of sex and I won't stand for her presence. You're going to have to decide whether you want someone on your team who is actually going to advance your cause and make the world a better place, or a second-rate whore who is just going to fuck around aimlessly and get nothing done."

Salem rubbed her fingers against her chin, deep in contemplation. A choice, eh? She wasn't expecting that. It was truly an honor to have so many people vying for her positions—no pun intended. The whores of Remnant were a lot easier to manipulate than she thought. But a choice—yes, that would be most difficult. Who to pick? Blake or Yang? On one hand, Blake was a determined, proud Faunus. She had spent her whole life rebelling against the oppression of her people, and she was burning with so much rage at humanity that it would be incredibly easy to convince her to commit numerous atrocities against decency and goodness. But on the other hand, Yang just seemed fucking wild, and she was also objectively hotter than Blake was, and honestly, it would just be easier to throw her onto the cocks she needed her to ride on. She murmured to herself as she mulled over the choices in her head. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Yang and Blake both looked at her expectantly. Well, actually, Blake and the rest of the room looked at Salem expectantly, holding their breath for the inevitable decision. Yang became suddenly very preoccupied with her own breasts, bouncing them up and down like she was a kitty kat and they were balls of yarn. Soon, however, Salem snapped her fingers and spoke with determination.

"I have made my decision!"

Blake grinned happily. "Aha, I knew it!"

Yang also grinned. "Boobily boobily boobily…"

Salem spread her arms wide. "The person who shall become the first member of the Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse is…"

Blake leaned in. "Yes?"

Salem beamed idly. "To be decided in a contest!"

Blake's grin vanished. A series of confused stares filled the room. "Um, what now?"

"Ladies, consider yourselves most fortunate," Salem decreed. "You are about to bear witness to a Grade A, top-of-the-line Slut-Off!"

Ruby collapsed in the hallway, falling to her hands and knees. She desperately gasped for air, trying to flush out the remainder of her tears.

Holy fuck, she just made out with her mom's head.

Like good fucking God that was a lot for her to deal with. Her own mother, who tragically lost her life fighting Salem's forces so many years, who inspired Ruby to become a Huntress, who shared a bond so deep with Ruby that the young Huntress modeled herself after that woman in every conceivable way. And Ruby, in her drunken, lustful and sinful haze, licked her mother's severed skull like it was a goddamn lollipop. It awakened every terrible trauma that she had desperately tried to bury over the past decade, and it forced her to look deep inside herself and realize just how low she had fallen in her life.

It was a wake-up call for sure. If any reasonable person saw the things she had been doing over the past several months—eating out her own sister, pounding a pound cake (technically a sponge cake but whatever), scissoring with a robot, letting her archenemy screw her girlfriend right in front of her, participating in an unholy lesbian orgy of epic proportion—they would have declared her mad. They would have treated her with less respect than the rats that scurried along in the sewers. It was all pathetic and disgusting, and it was completely out of character for her, and quite frankly, it was almost as if her body had been possessed by the very spirit of degeneracy itself, forcing her to descend into depraved act after depraved act. Tonguing her mother's head was the final straw. There was no way she could go on like this. No fucking chance in hell. She had to return to a normal life of sexual ambiguity, where she wouldn't be exposing her snatch to every MILF and Maiden who asked her for it.

In fact, the worst part of the whole experience was that she had already made this exact promise before. It was in the aftermath of the Brunswick Farms incident, where she had engaged in a sex-square with her teammates and slept with a hallucination all of their mothers. At the time, she thought that was the lowest she could possibly sink to, that her life literally could not get any further depraved. And now that she had a taste of worse—literally—there was no telling what would happen. She had dipped forever into the forbidden waters, and if she had abandoned her principles before, who was to say she wouldn't do it again? Who was to say she couldn't push the boundaries even further? She hated to admit it, and she was absolutely revolted by the concept, but before she realized what she was doing, making out with her mom's severed head actually felt pretty…amazing.

"Ruby! There you are!"

Was that Pyrrha? Ruby breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, someone who was somewhat reasonable. Somewhat being the key word, because Pyrrha was the person who arranged this entire orgy in the first place. She was the auteur who had turned from a career in Grimm-slaying to pussy-slaying, but hey, at least her porn work was mostly vanilla. Surely, she would be able to distract her from these horrible thoughts. Even better, perhaps Ruby could tell Pyrrha that Cinder had invaded the orgy, and together, they would get revenge on the cruel Fall Maiden for her terrible deeds—

"Listen, you dumb, mom-fucking slut!"

And then, Ruby heard another voice. And her heart sank.

Ruby dared to turn around, and she saw four people running toward them, three nude as the day they were born. Pyrrha, the only clothed one; Penny, still smiling like literally nothing was wrong; and then the two fucking cunts that ruined everything. Far from fighting, they seemed to have teamed up together, and Ruby released a growl of rage as the four women surrounded her, looking down at her with pity.

"Ruby, we're glad we found you," Penny said, clapping her hands together. "Many new developments have occurred. As you can see, Nyrrha has joined the orgy most fervently."

"I have not," Pyrrha stated, though she didn't want to belabor the point. "Ruby, we need your help. Something strange is going on."

"Help?" Ruby said, trembling and pointing at Cinder in a blinding hot rage. "You want me to help her after what she did?"

Cinder crossed her arms and huffed. "Oh, give me a fucking break. You're still mad about that? That was like three weeks ago."

"It was literally five minutes ago!" Ruby claimed. "You made me kiss my mom's severed head."

"Please, it wasn't even a real head," Cinder admitted. "If it was her actual head, it'd be like a fucking skeleton, with its jaw decaying off and maggots crawling out of its eyes. You know…because your mom is dead."

Ruby gagged sharply, resisting the urge to vomit, and Neo stepped forward to try to intervene against her partner's worse nature.

"Look, she's sorry, all right?" Neo insisted, though nothing in Cinder's behavior indicated that. "We understand that it is very fucked up to make a person fuck a decapitated head…wow, I never thought I'd be saying that sentence in my life. But besides the point! We think something suspicious is going on in regards to all of our horniness."

"Our…horniness?" Ruby questioned, still trying to get the disgusting yet not disgusting taste of her mother's tongue off of hers. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you think it's suspicious that we all became very perverted all at the same time?" Neo questioned. "All in the span of a few months, we went from perfectly normal Huntress and criminals into participating in a massive orgy together. Isn't that strange?"

"I mean…no," Ruby said honestly, thinking about it hard.

"No?" Neo said in surprise. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Well, it's true that we did start being more openly, um…open with our feelings," Ruby admitted shamefully. "Nora and Ren have apparently always been kinky, Blake has always lusted after her mom, I had fantasies of Cinder dating back to Beacon."

Cinder snickered. "Ha. Gay."

"Shut up!" Ruby snapped, continuing on while trying to ignore Cinder's childish mockery. "Anyway, we always were like this. We just didn't know it."

"But that's not true," Neo claimed, thinking back carefully. "I only just got the ability to make casual references to things that don't even exist. Like, I've suddenly had this massive desire to talk about Maricopa County, Arizona. I don't even know what the fuck that is, or why I'm thirsting after a man named Steve Kornacki. And also, isn't it suspicious that we all started acting on our perversions at exactly the same time?"

"Are you suggesting that what?" Ruby said doubtingly. "Something caused us all to drop our inhibitions at the same time, all around the world?"

"That's Neo's theory," Pyrrha stated. "However, I actually have another idea."

"Yeah, a batshit crazy idea," Neo said crossly.

"All of these theories are crazy," Pyrrha acknowledged. "But I don't think it's merely a matter of inhibitions. Before I died, I can't remember ever having overly sexual thoughts about anyone. Not even Jaune. I had a schoolgirl's crush, sure, but I thought a kiss was scandalous back then. I also remember being distinctively heterosexual. Becoming a hardcore lesbian porn star where I would be sucking dick on the regular as well as putting together massive orgies was the last thing I would ever do. So it doesn't make any sense how I would suddenly go from one to the other."

"I did kill you," Cinder stated plainly.

"Right, and that got me thinking," Pyrrha said. "Penny, what happened after I killed you?"

"Technically, you never killed me," Penny claimed. "You merely caused severe damage to my body. However, to answer your question, I was significantly reprogrammed to fulfill sexual functions after my rebuilding phase."

"Precisely!" Pyrrha stated. "So that got me thinking…what if I was reprogrammed to be more sexual? What if we all did?"

And it was at that point that Ruby, who had been kind of, sort of following along with the crazed conspiracies spouted by her companions, lost the plot completely.

"I'm…I'm sorry, this is a little much," Ruby said, shaking her head. She picked herself off the floor and brushed herself off, sighing as she realized that her enemies and friends had united solely for the purpose of spouting wild conjecture at her. "Pyrrha, Penny was reprogrammed because she was a robot. You are not a robot. I am not a robot. We can't be reprogrammed to become sluttier. And also, I didn't die and I had these feelings back in Beacon."

"Except," Pyrrha said, her pace becoming frantic. "What if you didn't?"

"What…what do you mean?" Ruby said, baffled.

"What if you only thought you were this slutty?" Pyrrha said, working through her logic. "What if some powerful, unseen force altered all of our memories, injected fetishes into our brains where none existed? They didn't just convince us to follow desires that already existed but forced new desires upon us entirely. What if it was possible that something—or someone—put these thoughts into our heads and tricked us all into coming here as part of this orgy?"

"That's crazy," Ruby said.

"We know," Neo explained. "That's why we've been ignoring her."

"But that's the only thing that makes sense. It explains why so many women were willing to show up to be gay with each other," Pyrrha noted. "I mean, no offense, but there aren't this many gay women in Remnant, and the odds of all of the major Huntresses we've met being at least bisexual are pretty slim odds."

Ruby pursed her lips. "I mean…everyone is a little gay, aren't they?"

"To this level?" Pyrrha questioned. "Think about this, then: Have you ever once had a sexual thought about your sister before this year? Think long and hard about that."

Cinder snickered. "Heh. Long and hard."

"Shut up!" the others all shouted at Cinder, who merely rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Think about it," Pyrrha asked, and when Ruby obliged, she had to agree. While she had to fight off the pressure of sleeping with her sister many times over the past several months, she could never once recall having that problem before. It wasn't like the two had never been in semi-sexual situations, either. They had seen each other in their underwear, swimsuits, even butt-ass naked under a few different circumstances. Ruby couldn't even think of a lingering glance shared between them, let alone ever having a desire to fuck each other's brains out. It was a little strange that in the span of a few hours, they went from being perfectly normal, healthy sisters to incestuous, face-sitting lovers. Ruby just never really thought about it before.

"I mean, I guess that's true," Ruby said with a shrug.

"And what about Nora?" Pyrrha continued. "She was shooting up drugs a few minutes ago, but I distinctly remember her talking about how she talked about not wanting to do drugs in Beacon. I mean, we all know that Nora is a little crazy, but she's always been incredibly sweet and kind. Does she really strike any of us as a heroin addict? And Neo, think about all those weird pop culture references you keep spouting."

"Snape killed Dumbledore!" Neo blurted out suddenly, compelled by forces outside of her control.

"Exactly!" Pyrrha said. "Something forced that knowledge inside of your head without you knowing, something that would be impossible for you to learn on your own. Maybe whatever was injecting our brains full of sluttiness made a mistake and pumped you full of the wrong information. You know, like how sometimes you end up with defective products when working on a massive scale? That would explain why you seem far less willing to go along with the depravity than everyone else."

Neo reluctantly placed her hands on her hips. "I mean, I guess that sort of makes sense. But I'm still pretty horny relative to the average person. I did join the gangbang a little while ago."

"But you were one of the last ones to participate and you never did any super weird shit," Ruby said, the realization slowly dawning on her. "I mean, compared to Penny, you're practically a saint."

Neo seemed cross. "Really, though? That's the bar I've got to go over? Being less of a sicko than kiddie fucker over here?"

Penny simply smiled and waved gracefully, completely unaware of any moral wrongdoing. Beside her, Cinder sighed, disappointed. "I hate to say it, but you were very reluctant to my ideas of sexual dominance."

"Again," Neo said, "very low bar with you people."

"Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait," said Ruby, shaking her head and trying to keep her thoughts straight. "Let's say that I believe you. Let's say that some powerful, otherworldly force jumped into the minds of every person in Remnant and rewrote their memories and desires to make them more perverted. Let's say they gave us all these gay, weird, incest-y thoughts that we never originally had. Let's say that's even possible. That begs the ultimate question: Why would anyone do that? What do you have to gain by making everyone into sluts?"

Pyrrha bowed her head, her gaze turning dark and fearful. All of the attention turned to her. The conversation had taken a baffling turn—though admittedly, it wasn't anything crazier than had been going on for the rest of the night. "Can I answer that question with a question? Ruby…aren't the Relics going to arrive here soon?"