Note: *Endless screams of darkness*

"So…horse dick."

Coco looked at Nora.

Velvet looked at Nora.

Nora grinned proudly.

"What…what about horse dick?" C asked, her words slurred. The three of them awkwardly stumbled through the hallways, drugged and completely mentally eviscerated. After Yang left to go off to whatever the fuck they were doing, they continued their drug party, and it was fair to say that the resulting cocktail of chemicals in their system left them in a deluded, broken state. They weren't even sure how they were moving. They didn't have the capacity to question it. The hallway looked ppprrrrrrreeeeeeeeeetttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyy.

"Like…like horse dick," Nora said again, her eyes wide like galaxies. "It's like…society is just…filled with horse dicks."

"Horse dicks are so…like so floppy, though," Coco stated. "Society isn't floppy. It's hard…man, it's so fucking hard…"

"Horse dicks are hard. And big," said Nora, spreading her arms out wide. "Hey, like…why is it always horse dick though?"

"What?"

"Like, of all animal dicks…the horse dick is the most popular. What's with that?"

"Do you like horse dick, Nora?" Velvet asked lackadaisically.

"Of course," said Nora. "It's so, like…super big and schliky."

"Schliky?" asked Velvet.

"Yeah, it's…it's got that texture, you know?" Nora said. "Like, it's got that sheen, and you can run your hands down it, and it'll go, like, schlllllllikkkk. You know?"

"Yeah, man. Yeah," said Coco. "A horse dick just has a different feel to it, right? Maybe it's because people like horses so much."

"Horses are cool," said Velvet fondly. "No one cares about rabbit dick."

"Too tiny," said Nora. "Not like horse dick. Horses are hung. That's why they have that saying. Hung like…like, uh…uh…"

"A horse," said Coco.

"Nah, that's not it," said Nora.

She suddenly froze in place, and Coco and Velvet came to a stop around her. She looked to her left, and then looked to her right, and then looked behind her, and then up in the air, and she placed a single finger to her pursed lips.

"Hey, guys?"

"Yes?" said Coco and Velvet.

Nora raised an eyebrow. "Where did Ren go?"

Ren—or Sheet Man, for those who remember that running joke from ten chapters ago—had vanished from sight. How the hell did he get anywhere? He was underneath that sheet, driven to insanity from sex and drugs. He certainly couldn't run away without being seen, and he was also right fucking there with them getting high. They were in a corridor. There were literally two directions for him to run off.

Or were there?

Were they in a corridor, because to all of them it looked like a magical forest where the trees had titties and the flowers unfolded to reveal sopping wet vaginas. A magical, drug-induced sex forest was very easy to get lost in, especially if he ran off in the direction of all of those anthropomorphic horses. The hung ones, of course.

Aw, well, thought Nora. It probably wouldn't matter. She doubted he would cause much trouble…

Blake felt like she had the contest in the bag. All she had to do was win one final match-up, and the fourth battle before her favored her easily: Ass. Blake's confidence soared. Her ass was easily her most defining characteristic. It went…

One: Bellabooty.

Two: Everyone being in love with her.

Three: Civil rights activism.

The fact that she had three challenges was not daunting. No matter how Salem intended for her to use her beautiful behind, she was certain she could dominate. Yang's ass was nothing to sniff at, but compared to her glorious glutes, it really wasn't much of a contest. Whether it be stretching, filling, grinding or something completely new and fucked-up, no one in Remnant was better at ass-mastery than Blake Belladonna. She was going to fucking own this, and the more she sized-up her competition, the more confident she became.

Yang was slowly deteriorating right before their very eyes. The thing about drugs is that they have a tendency to fuck bitches up, and Yang was learning the hard way that combining multiple narcotics together—including a very experimental drug made of Grimm semen that hadn't been approved by government agencies—dealt a massive blow against a person's mental capacity. Yang could barely stand upright, and at some point in the last twenty seconds, she forgot how to form coherent sentences. When confronted with her first task, she let out a cross between a mumble and a scream, which sounds like it should just be normal talking, but in actuality, was simply very loud slurring.

"Immma fuuuuuuccccccking wvoork, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssss!"

It was very embarrassing for all parties, especially Ruby, still trying to formulate a plan to save all of her friends from certain death and sexy destruction. But Salem, the master of ceremonies, wasn't fazed at all. As long as she had sluts fighting for her amusement, she was going to keep her trials going. After all, the Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse wouldn't fill out their ranks themselves.

"Emerald, read the first challenge!" Salem decreed, still as eager and determined as ever, even as the enthusiasm from the crowd started to wane. Emerald, getting tired of her tasks, nevertheless followed her Mistress's orders, and cleared her throat as she read the notecard in front of her.

"An Ultimate Slut must have the bump and grind down pact. Really, Salem? Bump and grind? What kind of slang is this—"

"Read the goddamn challenge, Emerald!" Salem said, slamming her fist against the arm of her throne.

Emerald rolled her eyes and sighed. "Twerk for Lord Salem. Best twerking wins. The battle begins on her decree or whatever."

A twerking battle? Blake grinned confidently. Oh, how simple it would be. Yang didn't have the balance to twerk with all of those drugs in her system. Granted, if she was sober, the battle might have been hard; Blake couldn't help but recall the stinging memory of Yang twerking in front of her mom, seducing the MILF right in front of her very eyes. That experience was deeply traumatic, and Blake's body still showed the scars from that brutal, violent encounter. But the catgirl had improved her butt-shaking skills greatly over the past few days, to the point where she now considered herself an expert of the anal seduction. She had this shit in the fucking bag. Her mom would see just how sexy she could be. She would show the whole goddamn planet just how sexy she could be…

Except, well…Blake forgot something.

Yang was an incredibly competitive person by nature. Ever since she was young, she was driven by victory and pride. She may have been drunk as a skunk, but that pride still burned within her, a tremendous flame of energy and passion that drove her to achieve her goals: whether it be conquering her trauma over losing her arm, or becoming a Huntress, or in more recent times, slamming her face into a cooch and sloshing her tongue around, going, ablablablablablablah. That's what eating pussy sounded like—at least when she was doing it anyway.

Something evil awoke inside of Yang when she heard Emerald's words. Blake, confidently smirking and flashing her devilish desires through her teeth, started twerking and twerking and twerking and twerking, and as Yang watched her big, beautiful butt bounce up and down and up and down and up and down and fucking up and fucking down, right in the center of everyone, whatever little piece of her sanity that remained fractured and splintered away from her consciousness, replaced with something that could only be akin to a primal, furious, inhuman desire for merciless conquest.

"Oh, yeah!" Blake said, her hands on her thighs as she forcefully bounced and bobbed her ass for all to see. Salem's eyes followed that ass as it moved with such intense vigor, but out of her periphery, she could see a bright, golden light slowly grow in intensity.

"Hmm?" Salem's lips curled into a curious smile.

"You like that, Mistress Salem?" Blake said, her eyes locked onto her Grimm Master and unable to see the growing source of light that was slowly illuminating the room. "Yeah, you like my fat ass? It's the best goddamn ass in all of Remnant? Do you want to bury your face in it and collapse it like a souffle? This is the ass of your loyal Whores-men, ma'am! It's the ass that proves I'm the best slut in all of Remnant! A slut that is totally worthy of having her mom fuck her! Yeah, that's goddamn right! My mom should totally fuck me! Fuck and suck! You got that, mom? Are you watching your precious little girl twerk her fucking brains out, jealous over the fact that this could have been yours if you just…hey, what is everybody looking at?"

Blake was into her twerking. Too into it to notice that someone had walked up directly in front of her, and was currently looking down at her with fiery scorn. Blake stopped her gyrating and carefully looked up at the blonde with a nervous smile. Yang's ace was steeled, and her hair glowed with tremendous flame, ad her eyes were red like blood.

"Hey, Blake." Her words were dull and full of fury.

"Um…yes?"

"How many lives do you think you have left?"

"How many…uh…what?"

"Because you'll have one less after this, bitch!"

Before Blake could react, Yang threw a tremendous punch with all of her strength, a blow so powerful that it hoisted Blake in the air and rocketed her across the room like a piece of shrapnel. Blake soared through the air extremely unmajestically, flying straight into the Audience of Sluts, who didn't have time to part out of the way before she slammed into a large number of them, knocking them to the ground like bowling pins. The sudden act of violence caused a momentary burst of pure, utter chaos; many of the Sluts jumped up and scampered away from the crater in the stands where Blake landed, and the Grimm that were guarding them started to howl wildly, stamping around and losing control like the untamed animals that they were. Emerald gasped in shock, clasping both hands to her cheeks, and Salem simply looked upon the carnage with stern—and somewhat amused—shock. As screams of panic and pandemonium filled the foyer, and the captive Schnees, Belladonnas, Roses, and others looked on from the sidelines, Yang turned to her master with more determination and seriousness than she had shown at any point throughout the entire night. Hell, it was far more seriousness than anyone in her deranged, drugged mental state should have been able to summon at all.

"Mistress Salem! I'm tired of this bullshit!" Yang declared. "This competition is an ineffective way of determining who should be a member of the Four Whores-men!"

Salem, amused, brought a finger to her luscious red lips. "Oh? Is it now?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Yang declared. "These challenges do not adequately account for the most necessary trait that a Whores-men requires!"

"Really? And what trait is that?"

Yang scowled and spoke fiercely. "The ability to kick major fucking ass, ma'am! If we are to be your soldiers in war, we must be able to dominate our foes with strength and power!"

"Kick major fucking ass?" Salem repeated, annunciating each syllable distinctly, letting the words drip off her tongue like venom.

"Yes, Mistress! If I can't beat the fucking shit out of people, what good are my services to you?"

Emerald, trying to act as a liaison for her master's commands, approached Yang cautiously and tried to reason with her. "Yang, I don't think this is appropriate. Why don't you just finish the tasks and then—"

"No!" Yang shouted. Poor Emerald stepped a little too close for comfort, and Yang greeted her with the same enthusiasm that a tennis racket greeted a ball. A hard, robot-knuckled sandwich collided with Emerald's midsection, and the green-haired vixen soared through the air like an ungraceful pelican, hurdling toward the crater in the Audience of Sluts.

Blake groggily climbed out of the pit in the stands, lethargically mounting the nude female bodies surrounding her. "Ugh, what the…oh fuck!"

Emerald collided into Blake's heaving chest with a powerful thud, knocking the catgirl back into the crater. The hard impact between the two busty bitches sent out a large shockwave through the stands where the remainder of the Audience of Sluts panickily watch the action unfold. With a crack and a tumble, the writhing bleachers of tentacles gave way and collapsed, falling out beneath the many whores, causing them to all scream and fall down into a gigantic, lesbian heap. The Grimm, already startled by the display of destruction, howled in further duress, upset by the chaos that was rapidly befalling the contest of sluttiness. Salem, however, whore for desolation that she was, couldn't help but feel a dampness between her legs at the sight of such pure, unadulterated violence.

From the sidelines, Ruby watched with dismay as Yang's fiery temper dismantled everything around her. It was just like her sister to get pissed off and quit from her challenges halfway through; not that Ruby was complaining in this instance, of course. A contest to join Salem's side and become an evil Grimm slut was not exactly something that Ruby was proud of her sister for partaking in. Still, it was a long pattern of behavior from Yang to rebel and throw tantrums when things weren't going her way. Ruby couldn't count how many board games had been flipped over during their childhood because Yang was losing. She couldn't help but reflect upon those simpler times, back when defeating each other in stupid little household games was their biggest concern, and calling each other out for cheating was the most drama that ever came between them. Now, they were fighting for the fate of the world, but practically on opposite sides—also, Ruby ate her sister's crotch. She felt it was really important to remember how morally fucking wrong that was.

While Ruby was having a tiny little crisis on her own, Neo, who was kneeling right beside her in the shadow of the tentacle-bound prisoners, was frowning with displeasure at the events as they were unfolding.

"Hey, what the fuck is this bullshit?" Neo grumbled. "I thought we were going to get some fun assplay."

"What?" Weiss, bound in tentacles, whispered hoarsely to her ice cream-colored companion. "You're actually enjoying this sick shit?"

"Yeah. Aren't you?" Neo said genuinely. "I mean, it's been pretty hot, don't you think?"

"Not in the slightest," Ilia chimed in.

"Seriously," Winter muttered as well. "What is wrong with you?"

"Hey, I can see your pussies glistening like the fucking summer sun," Neo countered, gesturing to each of the captives' spread open legs. "Don't try to pass any morality onto me. We're all fucked up from this bizarre mental rejiggering that's been going on. As long as I'm being corrupted, I might as well enjoy this."

"But you are actually enjoying this?" Ruby asked. "I mean, this is hardly even kinky. It's mostly just weird."

"Yeah," Weiss added. "I mean, with the egg-beaters, and the rapping, and the constant cursing…everyone acting so strangely that they might as well not even be themselves."

"It seems entirely out of hand," Ruby noted. "Like, the escalation of events since that cabin has been so crazy that, honestly, it's even hard to keep track of what's happening anymore. I'm honestly feeling nostalgic for that farmhouse."

"Right?" Weiss agreed. "I feel like everything was so much more enjoyable back then, you know? All of this kinkiness was fresh."

"Exactly," said Ruby. "It was pretty good back then. Everyone was having a great time. We were all having fun. And then there was a break from the sluttiness for a little while, which was deserved, and then it came back. I thought it coming back was pretty forced, but you know, at least back then it was still kind of unique and spontaneous. There was a lot more energy."

"True," said Weiss. "When this orgy started, you could really feel the enthusiasm. But now, after what feels like a literal year of orgy, it's lost most of its luster. Look at that audience! None of them are even watching anymore."

"Yeah," said Ruby, gazing longingly at the Audience of Sluts. "We used to have such a captive audience. But now look at them! They can barely keep track of what's happening anymore. Do you really think any of them are enjoying this at this point?"

"I can't imagine," Weiss said, shaking her head. "And it's not just the audience there. It's the audience from all around the world. What must they be thinking of this?"

"Honestly, they were probably disgusted from the start," Ruby said solemnly. "We used to take things seriously, you know. Our lives were supposed to be about Huntress adventures. Now it's just all kink, kink, kink. People liked our serious, heroic work, but now all we're doing is banging each other in increasingly ludicrous, asinine ways. Sometimes, it seems that the only people amused by all of this are ourselves."

"Right. This whole orgy has just been self- bullshit."

"And to think, we're only doing all of this because our actions are being controlled by some supernatural force."

"I know, right? What sick, perverted assholes would ever come up with this horseshit?"

"They must be real sickos."

"Really fucked in the skull."

"Complete lazy hacks."

"Absolute talentless morons."

"Exactly."

"Exactly."

Ruby looked at Weiss.

And Weiss looked at Ruby.

And Ruby looked at Weiss.

And Weiss looked at Ruby.

And Neo looked at both of them and raised an eyebrow.

"Um…we are talking about the orgy. Right?"

Ruby, perplexed, nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

"What else would we be talking about?" Weiss agreed.

Neo opened her mouth to say something, then quickly closed it and pursed her lips. "Never mind."

Weiss scowled, looking back to the drama unfolding in the center of the foyer. "Okay, then let's focus. Yang is throwing a fit, and she couldn't even wait to do it before the challenges were over. The nerve of that girl."

"Well, she is Yang," Ruby stated. "But you do have a point. She could have at least waited until she officially lost, or at least until all the challenges are over. I mean, there are only four of them. The fact that she doesn't even have that much patience doesn't reflect well on…wait…"

Ruby suddenly became very quiet, and her brow furrowed as a curious, tantalizing thought itched its way toward the front of her mind, just out of reach from becoming a clear truth.

Four.

There was that number again.

Why did it seem so important to her?

This wasn't the time for questions, however—it was, unfortunately, the time to pay attention to the fact that Salem was becoming increasingly aroused by Yang's violent, destructive appetite. As the blonde's flames continued to grow in power and intensity, Salem's hands gingerly wandered down to her slit, and many delightfully slutty possibilities appeared in her mind that she had previously not dreamed of before. From the Pile of Collapsed Sluts, Blake, covered in bruises and drenched with rage, crawled out over the prone bodies of her lesbian cohorts, and tumbled over them down several feet onto the hard polished floor. Once she found her energy, she groggily pushed herself upright and began walking slowly to the center of the room to confront her former girlfriend.

"Will you kill the whole world for me?" Salem cooed, stroking herself tenderly.

"I will slaughter billions!" Yang pledged. "I will destroy towns and cities in my wake, Mistress Salem! All will tremble before your might!"

"I admit: the thought is tantalizing," Salem stated. "You have clearly demonstrated your physical dominance over not just the Faunus, but all of the pitiful lesbians here. I have no doubt in my mind that you will make the most capable slut in my arsenal. Your worth is greater than that of a hundred worthless Grimm."

"Then let's end this contest now, My Lord!" Yang cried. "Transform me into a Whores-men now, and let us wipe these stupid, inferior bitches from the face of Remnant!"

Blake, growling with discontent, pushed herself in front of Yang and angrily walked up to Salem's disgustingly gaudy throne atop the foyer steps.

"You can't do that, Salem!" Blake stated.

"Oh? Why not?" Salem asked legitimately.

"Because we were in the middle of the contest!" Blake claimed. "You can't just let her throw out the rules halfway through because things aren't going her way! We have to see these things to the very end!"

Salem chuckled at the nude catgirl's complaints. "My poor, innocent Blake…you seem to think that I care an awful lot about following rules."

Blake gasped in shock. "But, Master—"

"Silence!" Salem declared, holding up her very moist hand. Blake, terrified, bowed her head in shame and immediately kneeled before her master. Yang continued standing still, too proud—and perhaps too drugged—to follow Blake's act of obedience. The Grimm Mistress surveyed the carnage around her, her eyes trailing from the bound hostages to her left to the Collapsed Pile of Sluts to her right, to the hounds of Grimm soldiers meandering around the room in an animalistic fury, howling and panting and doing all sorts of weird shit. She certainly had to admit that things were not unfolding exactly as she expected them to. Who could have seriously predicted that this evening would have turned into, of all things, a Slut competition involving kitchen appliances, violent beatdowns, and rap battles? Part of it was amusing, yes, but was it the kind of amusing she was really after? Was it the kind of amusing that would get her all hot and bothered later that night when she masturbated under her sheets? Probably not.

But Yang beating the shit out of people? Oh, yeah. That was the good shit. But is this really how she wanted things to end? A sudden declaration of violence, a swift beatdown, and then everything anticlimactically shutting down overnight? That wasn't any fun at all, was it? Certainly not for the millions watching around the world. Seeing how the current events were unfolding, Salem pouted and thought carefully about her next move. After a long silence, she spoke calmly and with authority.

"All right. Here is what I decided," the Master of the Grimm declared. "The current competition format cannot continue as originally intended. It's already gone off the rails somewhat, and it was foolish of me to assume that Yang could continue to stay focused under her…debilitated circumstances."

Yang pumped her fist in victory. "Aha! Slut time for me, baby! Woohoo!"

Salem quickly, sternly, raised her hand to silence the blonde. "However," she added, "Blake does raise an excellent point. It would not be very sportsmanlike of me to simply abandon the contest altogether. After all, would it be fair to Miss Belladonna to simply ignore all of her slutty accomplishments throughout the night? I think not. Therefore, a grand compromise is in order. The score shall remain two points-to-one in favor of the Faunus, but I propose a change in the current challenge to make the battle a touch more…dramatic."

Dramatic?

Blake looked up at Salem.

Yang looked up at Salem.

They both glanced nervously at each other.

Just what the hell was Salem going on about?

The Grimm Mistress began to laugh. Her tone was cruel and devious, matching not the perverted, desperately-submissive slut that had been hosting a fun game show moments ago about wacky sex shenanigans, but rather, the evil, brooding, disastrously dangerous Lord of Darkness that had besieged Remnant for millennia. A deep, vicious dread began to permeate the foyer, and every single Slut in that room could tell that somehow, someway, things seemed quite different. A new terrible thought was turning in Salem's mind—and whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

"For your next challenge," Salem teased with perpetual, wicked glee. "I demand an act of brutal violence from you. The Slut which performs the task shall win the point…and possibly, earn her place in my army of Whores-men."

"What task do you require, Lord Salem?" Yang asked eagerly.

"Y-Yes," Blake stammered nervously. "What shall I do for you?"

"It's quite simple," Salem stated. "All I want you to do is…"

Suddenly, Weiss, Ilia, Kali, Willow, and Winter let out panicked, shocked screams. The tentacles that bound them in the air suddenly pulled taught, and all of them were hoisted high into the air, up away into the rafters of the foyer. Though their plight was the most notable, it was not the subject of Salem's attention. Rather, the Grimm Mistress pointed a slim, subtle finger toward the spot in the room where the bound bitches previously lied—toward the spot where a defenseless, exposed Ruby and Neo now stood in shocked silence.

"Kill that silver-eyed bitch," Salem smirked. "Oh…and bonus points if you fuck her corpse."