Note: Hello, all. We have received some comments on the last chapter suggesting that this story has gone on for too long and gone too far. Some might use the phrase "Jump the Shark." To the people who have been reading thirty-three chapters of this and believe that the story jumped the shark last chapter, to this we say: Incorrect. The story jumped the shark after the sixth chapter. That was how long this story was originally supposed to be. Hell, technically, you could even say it was supposed to be a one-shot before it dramatically escalated out of control. This story has long been going far past its run time, and honestly, killing off Ruby Rose is just the natural next conclusion at this point.

We want to be perfectly clear: this is not us taking shots at critics or anything. Far from it. We totally get it. The last chapter featured Yang murdering Ruby with an eggbeater in an incestuous bloodlust. This is a weird fucking story. We wrote one of the previous chapters almost entirely in rhyme. If at any point people get fed up and leave, we more than support it. But we do want to make this abundantly clear: the primary reason for us writing this is to cleanse our mind of the depression and angst and general misery that we have in our lives from all of our fucked up mental health problems, and let us just get something out into writing that isn't steeped in sadness and trauma like all of our other writing is (by the way, you should read those, too. Plug). The fact that other people happen to go ahead and enjoy it is really great, and we appreciate the messages we've received from people who said that they enjoy reading the story as a pick-me-up. It's why we're going to keep this lighthearted and wacky and silly even though the subject matter is going to get really kind of messed up.

Oh, and one more thing. You think the story jumped the shark before? That's a fucking challenge. We're gonna drive this writing into the ground, motherfucker, and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it! We are gonna jump that fucking shark back and forth like nobody's business. We're taking it straight to the cliffside, baby, and you're all going for the tumble! This story will never end. It'll just get worse and worse and worse until every kink is exhausted, and all good taste and decency are lost, and we'll write it until we fucking drop dead and that's a goddamn promise. No one can stop us, neither Man nor God. Fuck God. We're doing this to spite Him. Prick.

Anyway, thanks for reading! We love you all. Enjoy.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, God!

Oh, fuck!

Holy fucking shit!

Holy fucking fucking…like…like fuck, bro! Fucking shit, man! Oh, God! Oh, man! Oh, God! Oh, man!

She's dead. Fucking dead as goddamn dead can fucking be. Like she was fucking murdered! Actually dead! Could…could that happen? No one knew that could happen! That wasn't part of this arrangement! What the actual fuck, man? Her sister killed her, too. The fuck? Like, what kind of shit was that! That's so fucked up! Why was it so fucked up?

Oh, God!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, man!

And that was pretty much the summation of the thoughts of every woman in the foyer.

Really, it was quite astonishing. They almost couldn't believe that such a brazenly offense, clearly desperate act would occur. Of course, the evening had been dramatically escalating, and every new second brought a new level of dear-lord-why-the-hell-is-this-happening-now. But murdering Ruby in an incestuous burst of violence? That had to be a step too far. Surely, no one would actually do that. No one reasonable would even think of such a fucked-up idea.

And yet, there Ruby was, dead on the ground with a bloody eggbeater rammed through her chest. And Yang, who had descended into such a pure state of madness that there was certainly no hope of rescuing her, was standing over her with her sister's blood on her chest. Yang looked down at her blood-soaked tits, and on a whim, she scooped up some of the blood with her fingers slowly, sexily licked it off her fingers. She swished the blood around its mouth, savoring its taste—and then after a few seconds, she spat it out and nearly gagged, because as it turned out, human blood tasted really fucking gross.

"Eck, that was way worse than I thought it would be," Yang said, scraping off her tongue to try to wipe the taste away. She seemingly didn't notice all of the stunned, horrified stares that everyone else in the room was giving her. Well, almost everyone else. Salem's eyes were wide and her smile was even wider. The Grimm Mistress honestly couldn't believe it; someone actually murdered Ruby Rose! And they did it in a fun, creative way! If she was honest with herself, she mostly expected her request to end in defeat. Usually, people defeated her, hence her inability to destroy Humanity after literally tens of thousands of years of trying. But she guessed today was different! Who woulda thunk it? There was one other person who wasn't staring at her with shock. That person was Weiss Schnee, who was screaming her lungs out, her cries rippling through the halls. Her eyes were closed as she thrashed in horror, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening. She grabbed onto her head, falling apart right in front of the whole world.

Ruby…her precious Ruby…

Taken from her…

By the stupid…fucking…bitch…

It was hard to describe what was occurring within Weiss's mind at that moment. Trauma did things to a person that could hardly be understood. It could make them do things that they never thought they were capable of. Weiss Schnee was in love with Ruby Rose. She had been for years. That woman was the first to try to befriend her when she came to Beacon. She had no one. Not her father. Not her sister. No friends. But Ruby was there for her. She lifted her up and made her a better person than she could ever hope to be. When they became separated, it felt like a dagger had been stabbed through her heart, and when they were reunited, it was like finally being complete again. She hated herself for taking so long to tell Ruby how she truly felt, and how even though the moment when they first made love was terrible, she was terribly embarrassed by its circumstances. Even then, she was getting in the way. She was poisoning the well. Her, with her looks and her kinks and her insatiable appetite for sex, sex, sex. She had ruined everything, betrayed them all, and stabbed her own family in the back. She was a monster. There was no doubt in Weiss's mind. She was a terrible, cruel, worthless, evil, vicious, selfish, wretched monster.

Weiss's eyes suddenly snapped open, and they locked onto the blonde who was standing over the corpse of the woman she loved. She didn't even see Yang Xiao Long anymore. She just saw her, the bitch, the whore, the cunt that ruined everything. Weiss's eyes burned with rage. Her heart pounded so fast it was about to burst. Her hearing was overtaken by the white noise of her overwhelming rage. Her grip tightened on the sword that she retrieved from Penny.

There was only one thing left on her mind.

Eye for an eye.

Tooth for a tooth.

Blood for fucking blood.

Yang stopped gagging, and glanced up with a relieved sigh—just in time to see the screaming Weiss charging at her as fast as she could, sword brandished behind her.

"Give her back!" Weiss shrieked, swinging the weapon as hard as she could toward Yang's head, aiming fully to decapitate the woman right then and there. Yang was barely able to react in time, blocking the blow with her robotic arm. The force of the strike nearly knocked her off her feet, and Weiss wasted little time in attacking again. She threw her sword as fast as she could, attacking from every possible angle, and in a shocking turn of events, Yang was actually on the defensive for once in her life. Perhaps it was lingering shock from actually killing her own sister—or maybe Weiss was legitimately better at hand-to-sword combat. In either case, Yang Xiao Long was blocking and dodging like her life depended on it, and for a moment, everything was still.

Then, well…all hell broke loose.

The army of recently freed Huntress cried out in righteous fury, and spurred on by the death of their ally, they charged forward into battle. The army of Grimm roared, and they sprinted toward the action as well. The two opposing forces met in the middle, and a chaotic rumble broke out amidst the foyer floor. The naked women stabbed and sliced in every direction, cutting the Grimm to pieces. Ilia chopped off heads of Beowolfs. Winter utilized her Semblance to summon a powerful ice monster, which swatted at the Grimm and knocked them away by the handful. Pyrrha jumped around the room gracefully, striking Grimm out of the air and twirling around in a dazzling display of death. Even the less skilled combatants, like Kali and Willow, fought with everything they had, thrusting at and slaying every monster that came before them.

It wasn't long before a panic broke out. All of the remaining women screamed and bolted toward the exits. They trampled over each other, cum-soaked bodies climbing and shoving their way to desperate freedom. Some of the Grimm turned to attack them, and it was only out of sheer luck that Winter was able to get in front of them in time, using her ice creations to successfully shield them. Unfortunately, the women grew even more panicked as they realized that the doors at the front of the mansion were bolted shut, and in the chaos, they began to sprint in all directions, searching wildly for exits. Winter was not able to keep track of them as thousands of women flooded the hallways, breaking out loose in every direction, chased by the Grimm and hounded down dark corridors where they could no longer be protected. Some of them were less fortunate, as Salem's tentacles raced to keep all of the hostages contained—snaring many women by their legs and dragging them high up into the rafters.

Blake was one of the poor souls caught in the middle. She rested on her knees, watching everything happening around her with a blank expression. Something about watching Ruby die seemed to trigger something within her. That thing could be approximately summarized as: Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with me?

No, seriously, that was a good question. Sure, there were probably other, more pressing questions, such as How the fuck am I going to survive this? Or What can I do to help fight the Grimm? But, at the moment, Blake was having a personal crisis. She had a lot to come to terms with. First and foremost: Ruby's death was her fault. Okay, technically it was mostly Yang's fault, but she was the one who was trying to stab Ruby with that eggbeater just a few seconds ago. She could have just as easily killed the Rose as Yang. And did she really want that? No. Obviously not. She loved Ruby—not in a sex way, but as a close, personal friend. She didn't want Ruby to get hurt. She was the purest of them all.

Pure? Jeez, what did that even mean anymore? Ruby committed just as much incest as the rest of them. Well, okay, not more than Weiss, but it was still more incest than a reasonable person should experience in their lifetime. All of this stemmed from Blake wanting to bang her mom, and you know, the more she thought about it, the more she recognized: wasn't that kind of fucked up? Not even in an "ooh that's kind of hot" way, but in an actual, "ooh that's pretty fucked up" way. As in, she didn't want to do it? Seriously, why did she even want to bang her mom so badly in the first place? Yes, Kali was very attractive, with her big boobs and tight pussy and fine ass, but plenty of women looked just as pretty. Blake could look up images of them on the internet any day; hell, some of them were even at this very orgy! Blake could have banged plenty of women that were just as attractive, but for some stupid reason, she was focused on screwing her parent. Maybe it was part of some subconscious desire. Perhaps she was mad at the fact her mom never spent enough time with her as a child or something. Regardless, she was pretty sure she no longer wanted to sleep with her mom.

At least, she hoped she was sure? At any second, her urges could get the better of her and she could go right back to mom humping. She hoped that didn't happen. Maybe she'd she a therapist if she survived the night.

Oh, yeah…survival! There was a gigantic battle going on around her. She should probably get out of that, she reasoned. That'd be smart. Except there was a small problem. No matter which direction she looked, there was nothing but naked female bodies and massive Grimm forms, clogging up the room, surrounding the violent, bloody battles occurring at its heart. There was absolutely no escape in sight. None whatsoever. The halls were so overflooded that it was hard even to make out her surroundings. Anyone watching from afar would have no earthly clue what was happening.

Like Cinder, for example, who was flying high above the foyer in a fierce battle with Penny. That battle ground to a halt when both of them saw Ruby die right before their eyes, and now, they were watching the foyer beneath them descend into pure, horrific madness. Penny was engrossed in feelings of grief that she never understood, unable to process what it was like to lose someone so close to her. Her reaction was silent, internal.

Cinder's was not.

"She…she's actually dead," Cinder said, expressionless. "Ruby Rose is…dead…"

"No!" Penny cried in shame, still struggling against Cinder's Grimm-tight grasp. "It can't be true."

"I can't believe it. She's finally dead," Cinder stated. "After all these months, Ruby was killed by her own flesh and blood."

Penny gasped in pain. "Stop it. Don't rub it in."

Cinder looked at Penny with surprise. "Rub it in?"

"I know you hated her, but can't you let us grieve?" Penny asked desperately. Cinder looked at her like she was a crazy person, and Penny braced for the insults, the mockery, and the shame that the Fall Maiden would throw her way when she mocked her friend's passing. But, strangely, Cinder did not gloat. She did not bask in the death. Instead, her mouth twitched, and her gaze narrowed, and she looked down at the ground floor with sheer contempt.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cinder growled. "After everything I've done, Ruby gets murdered by her own fucking sister? I'm the only person who can kill her dammit!"

Penny blinked. "I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"What's not to understand? That slut robbed me of my vengeance!" Cinder screamed hatefully. "I wanted to watch the life slowly drain from her eyes as I stabbed the life out of her. I wanted to make her my sex slave and break her mind around my giant cock! How am I supposed to do that now? Should I fucking carry around her dead body like a puppet and just pretend to fuck her up?"

"Weekend at Bernie's!"

Cinder looked around, confused. "Who said that?"

From the ground, Neopolitan shouted even louder, standing against the pillar just beneath them as to avoid the hordes of Grimm and Sluts. "Weekend at Bernie's! That's the plot of a famous movie called…actually, you know what? You wouldn't know it!"

Cinder rolled her eyes. "For fuck's sake, Neo!" Cinder shouted back. "Are you still doing this? Now?"

"Sorry! Can't help it!" Neo screamed up to the rafters over the screams of murder. "But also, like, doesn't this help relieve the tension? I mean, isn't my presence making these events a little more tolerable?"

Cinder sneered. "Neo, I swear to God, every time you open your mouth, I just hate you even more. The longer you talk, the worse you become. If you make another one of these pop culture references, I think I might actually cut your head off."

Neo looked at Cinder.

And Cinder looked at Neo.

And Neo stammered. "Um…so is that a no?"

"That is a very strong no."

"Gotcha."

With that little distraction out of the way, Cinder released Penny from her grasp and began flying down toward the ground toward where the action was unfolding. On the ground, the battle was spilling out of control as Weiss's relentless onslaught against Yang continued. No one dared interfere with the Schnee's murderous rage, even though plenty of them had the weaponry to do so. Not even Winter, with her sword and all of Huntress training, could do anything to stop her sister's hatred. She was blocked off from the battle by the Sea of Sluts, whose actions pushed and pulled her like the mighty waves of the ocean. She needed to reach her sister at all costs and protect her. She needed to stop their battle. With all of the chaos everywhere, who knew how long they would be able to last without working together.

Weiss sneered with hatred at the buxom blonde. "Fucking die, you bitch! You fucking bitch!"

"Come on! Give me—hey! Give me a break!" Yang pleaded, trying to find room to dodge the attacks in the madness that was happening all around her. Sword and sluts and Grimm parts and blood were flying in every direction, and it was becoming increasingly hard to keep up with Weiss's relentless fury. She was still drugged and loopy, and with every step, she threatened to trip over herself, which would have certainly spelled her doom. She couldn't really fight back, at least not without a weapon.

Yang suddenly had a realization. Of course…the eggbeater! She quickly looked past Weiss toward the floor, where Ruby's body lay undisturbed since she murdered it and then made out with it. She just had to get there. With a sudden burst of determination, Yang waited for her chance and soon received it. Weiss raised the sword over her head and brought it down hard, but Yang was able to roll past her and cause the attack to miss wildly. While Weiss staggered and recovered, Yang sprinted across the floor, ducking to avoid a Grimm's head sailing through the air. She lunged toward her target, and with a gigantic grin, she reached it just as Weiss turned around to face her again. Yang grabbed the handle of the electric mixer, and with a mighty tug, she yanked it out of the redhead's body, caring little for how she was disgracing the precious thing. She held the eggbeater high in the air, and clenched her other, robotic fist in victory.

"Haha! How do you like me now, bitches?" Yang cackled with evil glee. She had fully lost her mind, but she didn't care anymore. She was loving this. Hell, it was what she always dreamed of. Sure, she could save people as a Huntress, but the one thing that mattered most to her was the adventure of it all, the pure, exhilarating thrill. What could be more thrilling than her life right now? She was a murderer, a monster—a coked-up, fucked up slut who banged everyone and anyone she damned pleased, no matter who they were or what they meant to her. Being a part of Salem's army was a perfect fit for her, and only now did she fully appreciate all of the possibilities.

She was going to kill Weiss. She was going to kill them all. And fuck them. In what order? Who gave a shit? Why hold back anything anymore? Engage in every crime. Commit every sin. Be a maniac, a psycho, a demented bitch who the whole world hated. The futanarium in her sister drove her to levels of insanity that were previously thought impossible, and the woman who once had to be resuscitated from a sex-fueled coma was now dreaming of the next state of delirium.

This world was hers for the taking.

And not a damn thing could be done to stop her.

And it was literally right around then that Cinder swooped down from the heavens, swords blazing with flame—and in one single swipe, she cut Yang's other arm clean off at the elbow.

Weiss froze in shock. Cinder landed hard, skidding across the floor and sliding to a stop, glaring daggers through the blonde who dared to hurt her Ruby.

Yang just looked down at the stump at her arm with wide eyes, and after a long pause, she scowled.

"Really? Again!?"