Note: Hey, um, look. We're not saying this story is going to get dark or anything. Like, it's all pretty absurd through and through, and this story is meant to be a comedy. But, like, things are going to happen. This isn't just a fun, wacky sex story. There will be some drama. Mainly because it's funnier that way. Anyways, enjoy.
Murder?
Her?
Ruby?
She looked at Blake, and then she looked at Yang, and then she looked at Blake, and then she looked at Yang, and then she looked up at Weiss, and then she looked at Neo, and then she looked at Salem, and then she looked at Blake, and then she looked at Yang, and then she looked at Blake, and then she looked at Yang, and then she looked at Salem, and then she looked at Yang—oh shit!
Yang charged forward like she was shot out of a cannon, fire hair raging and her robot fist pulled back tightly. Ruby barely reacted in time, dodging the blow in a burst of dazzling rose petals just as it connected with the floor, exploding away the tiles on impact. The flurry of rose petals flew toward the center of the room, away from the deranged and increasingly violent Yang, and when it landed, it turned back into a very frazzled, panicked, naked Ruby Rose.
"Oh my God! Wait a second!" she shouted fearfully. Blake looked at her worriedly, but Yang—who at this point, let's face it, had long given up on the concept of morality—simply snarled and screamed into the heavens.
"I will do as my Mistress commands!" she cried. "I will fuck your corpse, Ruby, so help me fucking God!"
"This is crazy!" Ruby exclaimed, though she hardly had time to explain why before Yang charged forward again.
"Die, bi-atch!"
Yang threw herself as hard as she could at Ruby, unleashing a rapid series of blows and strikes that were designed to knock her sister's head clean off. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a blistering offense; a surefire series of devastating attacks that would send any opponent, Human, Grimm, or otherwise, to their inevitable doom. However, whether it was due to the fact that Yang was holding back from an unconscious desire not to hurt her family or the far more likely fact that she was drugged off her fucking rocker, the punches were wildly unable to find their target. Ruby was able to back peddle and easily weave around the strikes, using her speed and clearheadedness to dodge the attacks as simply as they were being thrown. Still, that didn't do much to calm her down—the notion that her own sister was desperately trying to kill her was enough to terrify her.
"Yang, what is wrong with you? Stop this!" Ruby pleaded. She looked into her sister's blood-red eyes but didn't see any compassion or reason. She only saw the heavily dilated pupils of a madwoman, turned insane from constant fucking, kink, and drug abuse.
"I! Will! Fuck! Your! Dead! Body!" Yang bellowed. She picked up the pace of her attacks, throwing a new punch every second, each one containing enough power to knock Ruby's head off her shoulders. Yet, Ruby was still able to dodge the frenzied attacks, ducking and bobbing around the attacks as she ran backward in circles around the foyer.
From atop her throne, Salem gazed down upon the chaos that she unleashed. With one hand feverishly stroking her clit, she admired the violence before her, timing her fingers with Yang's punches. She couldn't remember the last time she was this fucking wet! Her index finger slid so easily up and down her folds that there was barely any friction at all. Was this the pleasure of violent sex? She had dabbled in the taboo before. Her open desire to fuck the corpse of Ozpin was well-known, but admittedly, she never really thought that hard about getting a dead, erect penis inside of her, nor did she really process the idea of slamming a decapitated head against her groin and getting off to its stiff, unmoving tongue. Granted, it was still kind of a gross, unpleasant idea. However, it was undeniable that she was getting off to watching Yang trying to murder someone in her honor. That raised the important question: was the pleasure of snuff really in the sex appeal of corpses, or was it perhaps the ultimate power that one held over their victim; the fact that she could dominate a person's existence so thoroughly that not even their deceased body would be worthy of respect. It was the humiliation, the power, the evil might that truly sexually satisfied her, the more she thought about it. What an interesting, psychological thought that was. How interesting!
Wait, this wasn't the time for self-reflection. This was the time to watch that silver-eyed fucking cunt Ruby Rose die. That damned child of Summer Rose had screwed up her plans far too many times. She spoiled her assault on Beacon. She rescued Haven from destruction and stopped her from getting her hands on the Relic of Knowledge. Most importantly, because of the actions of that harlot, her super sexy girlfriend, Jinn, was trapped inside of that lamp for the next hundred years. Right when they were about to hook up again, too! Salem licked her lips as her revenge drew close at hand. Oh, how sweet it would be to watch that slut die. Would it be as good as if it were by her own hands? No…it would be even better! If Salem wanted to kill Ruby herself, after all, she could do it at any time. No, it was far sweeter to watch Ruby get betrayed by her own friends and family. The very last thing she would ever feel would be the terror and heartbreak of her loved ones turning against her. What greater revenge was there?
Ruby continued to dodge the strikes from Yang, and though Salem had become more determined than ever, that didn't mean that the reflections from around the room stopped. The almost boring dodging of strikes from Ruby gave people plenty of time to think about the absolute insanity of what they were watching: blood trying to kill blood so that they would have an excuse to kill/fuck the rest of them with impunity.
Take Blake, for example. She had also been given the task to kill Ruby and have sex with her dead body, though she hadn't moved from her kneeling spot on the floor since Salem had given the command. She had to be a little honest: she wasn't super into the idea o necrophilia. Crazy, right? Usually, she would be gung-ho for whatever new crazy kink her friends were getting into, but like, she didn't want Ruby to die. She did want to fuck Ruby. That much was certain. The little busty redhead was hot as shit and everyone knew it. But Blake wanted to fuck her while she was writhing in pleasure, screaming her name, and, you know…warm and breathing and shit. Corpse fucking was a bit of a jump that she wasn't sure she was ready to make.
From high above in the rafters, Weiss was feeling shock and despair. With her arms and legs bound in tentacles, she was completely helpless to stop the chaos unfolding twenty feet beneath her. She couldn't believe Yang would even think about doing this. Was she out of her mind? Well, technically, yes. She was on drugs. But that didn't usually didn't make people want to kill and bang their sisters. Her hallucinogenic, violent state only revealed deeper truths about her truly perverted psyche. Quite frankly, Weiss was revolted that she ever shared a team with such a despicable monster. She wanted to throw up. If something happened to Ruby, the love of her life, she would never be willing to forgive herself. She wanted to look away, but she was unable to avert her gaze. What was wrong with her? Was it the morbid curiosity, or merely the utter fear and terror that prevented her from moving? She was faced with the incredibly real possibility that she would have to watch Yang have sex with Ruby's dead body, and a terrible, disgusting, putrid thought came over her…what if she thought it was hot? Oh God, what if she thought it was the sexiest thing ever? She only prayed she would never have to find out.
Kali watched with an equal amount of shame. Blake had yet to participate in the murderous lust, but the fact they had even gotten this far was because of her daughter's actions. What had she done to cause her child to turn out this way? Dammit, if only she gave Blake more love and affection. If she had just swallowed her stupid pride and had sex with Blake earlier, none of this would have happened? Would it have really been so bad to just her daughter eat her pussy for five minutes? It was an orgy. They could have excused it. If she had known what the consequences for denying her daughter her desires would have been, she never would have been so mean to her. Maybe…maybe it wasn't too late to change…
Neo, still on the ground, revealed and exposed much like Ruby had been, was just watching with a dumfounded sneer. What the fuck is wrong with these people? She asked herself that question internally. These bitches are really just going all Jeffrey Dahmer on each other. Wait, who's Jeffrey Dahmer? Is he the corpse fucking one, or was that John Wayne Gacy? No, he was the clown. Did he also fuck corpses though? There was definitely something fucked going on there.
…
Hey, what was OJ convicted of again?
Up on the second-floor balcony, peeking out from behind the corner, Pyrrha, Penny, and Cinder watched the events unfold with confusion as to what to do next.
"I do not understand," Penny said quietly. "Is this the signal that Ruby was talking about?"
"I don't think so," Pyrrha said with a scowl. "I think something has gone horribly wrong."
"You do not truly believe that Yang is going to hurt her sister, do you?" Penny asked fearfully.
"Honestly, I'm not sure," Pyrrha stated. "If our desires have truly been warped by outside forces and twisted beyond recognition, then there is no telling what any of us are capable of. Even simple morality is beyond our comprehension now."
Penny nodded somberly. "That is true. Now that you mention it, I'm not sure if having sex with all of those children was a good idea."
"It really wasn't. At all," Pyrrha stated.
"Eh."
"Nah."
"Eh."
"Anyway, I think we should try to stop them before it's too late," Pyrrha explained. "We can certainly subdue Yang. But there are a lot of Grimm down there, and Salem is an unknown factor. We don't know just how powerful she is, but we must be ready for the worst. Plus, there are a lot of hostages down there that we need to protect."
Penny's robot brained analyzed the situation, carefully examining the layout of the room and the powers of her opponents in mere milliseconds. After processing everything, she quickly agreed. "Yes, this will be quite challenging. But with all of our powers combined, we may be able to stand a chance of saving Ruby's life, as well as the others."
"Right," said Pyrrha. "With your mechanical powers, my skills, and Semblance, and Cinder's Fall Maiden powers, plus Neo's illusions, we should be able to do something. Freeing the tentacle victims will give us a White Fang member and two Schnee Huntresses to fight with us, too. Right, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
Penny, feeling slightly more confident, agreed. "Correct. We should free them first, and then focus on the Grimm reinforcements. Securing the door will be essential to allowing the captives to escape. Those should be our top priorities."
"Precisely," Pyrrha said, planning out her attack patterns in her head. "I think I'll be able to incapacitate Yang. We don't want her assisting Salem in her condition."
"Obviously not. But will you be okay?"
"Don't worry," Pyrrha said with a smirk. "I may be a few months out of practice, but I am a Huntress prodigy. Even if I have transitioned to a more…exotic profession."
"Porn."
"Yes."
"I see. Right, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Okay, so here's the plan," Pyrrha said determinedly. "You fly over and cut the others free from their tentacles. I'll jump down and incapacitate Yang. Cinder can use her Maiden powers to clear her way to the door, and once we're there, we can set up a trench through the Grimm for the others to escape to. There should still be ships and cars outside to transport people away from here."
"Okay," Penny nodded in agreement. "Once the foyer is cleared out, then we can focus on checking the rest of the mansion to make sure we didn't leave anyone behind. And if we need to distract Salem?"
"Leave that to me," Pyrrha stated. "Her mind has been equally affected by these bizarre circumstances as the rest of us. I think that I may be able to use my sexy expertise—my sexpertise—to hold her attention while we free everyone else."
"Great idea, Nyrrha," Penny smiled. "Don't you agree, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Isn't that a good idea?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
Pyrrha, too focused on her mission to notice the silence, walked out from behind the corner and readied herself to put her plan into action. She did not have her weapon on her, but that did not mean she wasn't a powerful fighter in her own right. She felt determination swell inside of her. This orgy was all her fault after all. It was her sick desires that led them here in a vain attempt to unify the world in lesbian passion. Her friends were in danger because of her. It was only just that she would be the one to set the world right again. She had come back to life for a purpose. She was sure of it. That purpose would be fulfilled here, saving her friends from a hellish, sexy damnation. She clenched her fist and sneered. Today would be the day that her life found new meaning. Today…she would achieve justice.
And then a fireball immediately hit her in the back and sent her flying down the hall.
Pyrrha tumbled and crashed against the hard floor. She grunted as she rolled to a stop, and as she struggled to get up to her feet, she a brilliant, burning orange light from down the hall. She was stunned; Cinder stood proudly in the hallway in front of a confused Penny, a powerful flame in her human hand that illuminated her voluptuous naked body in harsh, contrasting shadows. A wicked grin crossed her smug, disfigured features.
"Yeah," she said teasingly. "About that…"
Pyrrha hurried to her feet, growling. "What the fuck are you—"
She hardly had time to get the words out before Cinder charged forward, flying toward her in a mass of fire. Cinder laughed and let out a vicious battle cry, reaching toward Pyrrha with her slender, Grimm-like fingers. Pyrrha couldn't defend herself, and Cinder soon collided with her, grabbing her by the throat and charging forward, carrying the young adult film star forward and slamming her hard into the opposite wall. All of the air was knocked out of Pyrrha's lungs, and she gasped in pain as Cinder pinned her to the wall by her throat, holding her aloft and grinning at her with evil intent.
"You know, I've been thinking," Cinder said maliciously. "My mind and desires are being controlled, but…who's to say that's a bad thing?"
"W-What…you…you crazy…" Pyrrha choked out, clawing at Cinder's Grimm-hand in a pathetic attempt to free herself.
"Sure, I've become a bit of a sex pest," Cinder admitted, "but what's the harm in a little pleasure? I mean, I've been having so much fun these past few hours. Haven't you?"
"Nnnghh…"
"Do you really want to stop being a porn star? Why?" Cinder asked. "Because that will isn't really your own? Because of manipulation? What's wrong with manipulating someone if they end up liking it anyway? Admit it: you loved taking all those hard cocks in the ass, didn't you? You loved watching your friends fuck each other senseless for the name of your 'art'. You pretend to be so virtuous, but really, all you sluts are the same. Being a whore is only natural for us, especially when we're so hot. Wouldn't you agree?"
Cinder looked down at her own tits in awe, and then, with a sadistic grin, she grabbed onto Pyrrha's shirt with her free hand, and ripped the fabric clean from her body in one swipe. Pyrrha grunted as a cold blast of air hit her chest, covered up by only a thin piece of luxurious, lacey red lingerie. Cinder licked her lips; the former Huntress was such a beauty. It was a shame that her priorities were so fucked before that she never had time to notice. She hardly stopped there. She ripped off the rest of Pyrrha's clothing in short order until the bitch was stripped down to her bra and panties, both of which clung so tightly to her body that they hardly left anything to the imagination. It was funny, in a way: Pyrrha was easily the horniest of them all. She was the one who dedicated her life to pornography. Yet, she was the last one of them to actually take her clothes off. Cinder was glad to rectify that problem.
"Why…are you…doing this?" Pyrrha gasped.
"Why?" Cinder said with a laugh. "Because I'm fucking evil, that's why! Did you seriously think I would actually team up with you? I was just biding my time before I could strike, you stupid bitch! Now that the rest of those idiots are distracted, I can finish what I started at Beacon."
Without hesitation, Cinder shoved her fingers beneath the hem of Pyrrha's panties, and ran her fingers down Pyrrha's shaved folds. Pyrrha gasped in shock and pleasure, and Cinder couldn't help but cackle as the Huntress-turned-porn star quivered beneath her touch.
"God, I never realized how fucking hot you were," Cinder said, smacking her lips. "I killed you far too quickly at Beacon. I should have savored that moment. I had a camera. God, I should have fucked you right then and there. I had a camera on me, ready to broadcast to the entire world. How would they have reacted to see you get beaten to a bloody pulp? To see your clothes peeled off your body one by one until you were naked and afraid, all alone with no one to save you. I could have had my way with you any way I wanted, breaking your mind and your body, all as your parents and the rest of Vale watched as their pathetic little Huntress champion was turned into a pathetic, pussy-eating slut right before there very eyes! I lacked imagination back then, but now, with all of this power, this horniness, this evil, twisted desire…I can do anything I fucking want to you. And you're powerless to stop me."
Cinder's eyes glowed with evil intent as she hooked two fingers deep into Pyrrha's pussy. "And since we're on the topic of necrophilia…"
A voice bellowed from behind. "Get away from her!"
Cinder turned around just in time to catch a robot kick directly to her face. She was knocked off-balance, dropping Pyrrha to the ground and stumbling away from her sex as Penny rushed to her friend's defense. Now freed, Pyrrha reacted quickly, delivering a sharp roundhouse kick to Cinder's face and sending her flying back across the hallway. Pyrrha struggled for air as her robotic companion unsheathed the many deadly swords stored in the compartment on her back, unfolding out of her false skin and revealing that, while she may have been programmed for more slutty actions, she was still combat-ready.
"Thanks, Penny," Pyrrha said earnestly.
"You are welcome, Friend Pyrrha," Penny stated. "After all, us female redheads killed during the Fall of Beacon have to stick together."
Pyrrha supposed that was true. She took up a fighting stance as her focus returned to the Fall Maiden, who immediately recovered and, with a furious scream, started hovering in the air, surrounded by flame and fury.
"You fucking cunt!" Cinder bellowed angrily. "I'll tear your fucking head off and shit down your neck!"
Pyrrha and Penny stood side-by-side, ready to face off against the powerful force of the Fall Maiden. Down on the ground, however, their scuffle had attracted quite a bit of attention. That was especially remarkable to do considering that the spectacle on the ground floor involved one sister trying to murder her other sister as part of a corpse-fucking sex ritual, but you know, the robot and the resurrected adult film star fighting a Maiden of infinite rage and power might have been slightly more engaging. It certainly was to Neo and Salem and the Grimm and the Tentacle Sluts and the Audience of Sluts and Emerald, who all turned to look up at the unfolding three-way battle with great interest and amusement. It was also, unfortunately, quite interesting for Ruby, who took her eye of her rapidly approaching sister to look up at the balcony in confusion over what the fuck was going on amongst her teammates. It was unfortunate because Yang was the only living thing in the room that wasn't particularly interested in the fight between the others, and her focus remained squarely on her sexy little slut of a sister that she was trying to murder. In the split second that Ruby was distracted, Yang grinned and lunged forward, catching Ruby off-guard.
"Gotcha now, b-b-b-bitch!" Yang gloated, delivering a brutal punch directly to Ruby's chest. Her breasts were able to absorb most of the impact—the only reason she survived the attack that surely would have killed her otherwise—but the force was still so powerful that she was knocked hard to the floor. Ruby groaned in pain, clutching at her tits, unable to stand. Yang pounded her fists together, standing over her sister with rage in her eyes. "Can't outrun that one, can you, Ruby?"
Ruby pleaded with her sister. "Y-Yang, please! Don't do this! We're family! You can't kill me!"
"Sure, I can!" Yang explained, misunderstanding her sister's begging as a challenge. "Watch! I'll kill you super fucking hard!"
Ruby shut her eyes tightly and braced herself for impact as Yang swung down hard toward her head. Her life flashed before her eyes. So many memories. Getting into Beacon. Unlocking her silver-eyed powers. Weiss sitting on her face and then scissoring her fucking brains out. Learning the secrets of the Relic. So many things had happened to her in such a short time, but she didn't want to die! She was still a young, eighteen-year-old dreamer with her whole life ahead of her. She had so many experiences. It was so cruel! Why was life so cruel?
What would life be like in the great beyond? Would there be eternal peace and harmony? She could see a light. A glorious, white light. She heard her mother calling her name! Wait, no she didn't. That wasn't her mom. That a random slut screaming from the audience. But there was a light! Wait. The room always had lights. Also, her eyes were closed. Well, she would die soon anyway. She just waited for disaster. And she waited. And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And whoo boy, it was sure taking a while for Yang to hit her.
Ruby opened her eyes, expecting to see Yang standing over her with her menacing, furious temper. Instead, her sister was gone, having been knocked away onto the floor by the woman now currently standing over her: Blake Belladonna, in all of her naked, Faunus glory. Standing in the basking glow of the bright foyer lights, she looked like a guardian angel. In many ways, she was.
"B-Blake!" Ruby shouted happily. "You…you saved me!"
Blake said nothing.
"Quick, help me up before Yang attacks again."
Blake said nothing.
"Uh…Blake?"
Blake said nothing.
"Blake?"
Blake said nothing.
Ruby looked at Blake.
Blake looked at Ruby.
Blake sighed. It was only then that Ruby noticed the eggbeater in her hand, dripping with vaginal juices—and soon to be dripping with blood.
"Sorry, Ruby," she said bitterly. "You can't have a catfight…without the cat."