Note: Gonna release a Synder Cut version of Yang's Eternal Hotness that is just the original story but with more melodramatic background singing and entirely in slow motion to make it longer.

"Hold up, hold up, hold the fuck up!" Neo screamed. The Goddesses looked down upon the trapped, nude, ice-cream-colored criminal with disdain as she started to rant. "So, what you're telling me is that the reason Humanity was created was because you had an incestuous, futanari fuckfest with each other, primarily to spite your inattentive older brothers because they wouldn't change their name to be something that was more inclusive? Not only that, but you were the originators of the word 'fucking', which is apparently an acronym based around your lack of understanding of basic reproduction function?"

The Goddess of Lust looked at the Goddess of Hate. The Goddess of Hate looked at the Goddess of Lust. The Goddess of Lust nodded.

"Pretty much, yes."

The many, many trapped sluts gazed up at the Goddesses in shock. Despite the fact they came from a wide variety of backgrounds and had many different thoughts, Neo was somehow able to some them with a single phrase.

"Well…shit."

Shit indeed. Things were already bad enough as it was. Salem and Emerald were suspended high above the air, making out with each other as tentacles ravaged their asses. Blake and Yang were suspended just above the ground, drooling and moaning as their minds were literally fucked to pieces. Ciel was discarded on the floor, cum pooling out of every orifice. All of the rest of the women in the foyer remained trapped by Salem's webs. Pyrrha and Penny. Kali and Ilia. The Schnees: Willow, Winter and Weiss. Professor Goodwitch was probably trapped in there somewhere, too. And of course, there was Neo and Cinder, the former optimistic despite the strenuous circumstances, and the latter growling and sneering and chomping at the bit to snap someone's neck.

Ruby was still dead. Just in case anyone had forgotten.

After that quick recap, the Goddesses were eager to move things along. The Goddess of Lust floated down toward the crowd, hovering over them with a deep level of apathy. "So, do any of you have any other questions?"

Her presence was intimidating enough that most of the women were too afraid to answer. However, no matter how deep the oppression ran, there would always be a few rebellious souls eager to speak out. The first voice came from the back left.

"What are you planning on doing with us?"

"Great question!" The Goddess of Lust said. "Well, probably some fucking. Some sucking. We haven't worked out all the details yet. We're sure it'll be something at least mildly entertaining. Anyone else?"

"Are you the mother of that evil Grimm woman?"

The Goddess of Lust scratched her faceless head. "Um…no? Why would you get that impression?"

"Goddess of Lust? Are there more Goddesses, like a Goddess of Pizza?"

"Goddess of…I'm sorry, what's with the confusion here? These are dumb questions."

"There's no such thing as a stupid question," a voice that clearly belonged to Glynda Goodwitch called out.

"There is absolutely such a thing as a stupid question," the Goddess said. "Seriously, what's going on?"

Feeling like no one else would be in a more suited position to explain the context, the former Huntress student/resurrected warrior/porn auteur, Pyrrha Nikos, cleared her throat and spoke up.

"Well, most of the women here don't really know a lot of the history of our world anyway," she explained carefully. "They only just found out that Salem existed a few hours ago. They almost definitely don't know what the Relics are, or the Maidens, or even the original Gods. Honestly, you've probably just confused them even more. Maybe a handful of us actually got any valuable information out of that."

The Goddess of Lust bowed her head in disappointment, while the Goddess of Hate just sighed, relentlessly irritated. The rest of the sluts in the audience were silent, but there was no active disagreement amongst them. It was true: they were very confused by all of this. Confounded. Dumbstruck, even. There was a lot to take in from that night. Seriously, it was legitimately hard to keep track of everything that was happening. To a layperson, there was no doubt they'd be alienated, if not outright irritated. In fact, a normal person experiencing all of these events would undoubtedly be convinced that it was complete and utter nonsense, barely held together by logic or reason. Then again, they were basically trapped there at that point, so they might as well stay for the ride. As for the people who did understand what was going on—aka, the ones with names—they were going to do their best to get useful information. They strangely had no problem following the going-ons of the evening. What else would be expected from a bunch of Huntresses who had engaged in very sexy acts of sex, sexily?

"Can I ask a question?" Weiss said, her tone laced with some sort of malice. "Are you responsible for brainwashing all of us?"

"Brainwashing? Ha!" The Goddess of Lust said with a mocking laugh. "Is that what you call this?"

"Turning us all into braindead sluts? Yes!" she said furiously, unintimated by the power of the Goddesses. "Do you have any idea what has happened to me since this whole nonsense began? I've had enough cocks shoved up my ass to fill a henhouse! My own sister may have impregnated me."

"That's hot."

"No, that's not hot!" Weiss protested. "My girlfriend fucking died because of all of you! You turned Yang into such an insane person that she literally murdered her own family member. You destroyed our team, our friendships, and our families. How the hell do you think this is okay? What would ever motivate you to do something like this?"

The Goddess of Lust merely laughed at Weiss's misfortune. "Oh, I'm glad you asked. You see, it all started a few million years ago—"

Weiss screamed in anger. "You already had your long exposition dump! You don't get a second one!"

"Hey, you asked."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "Look, all I want is to understand why this happened. Ruby is dead. The rest of us are probably still going to die sometime tonight. I need closure. Can't you understand?"

Before the Goddesses had a chance to respond, another angry voice called out from the crowd, this time coming from an older, yet still physically attractive cat Faunus.

"And did you turn Blake incestuous?" Kali cried. "Why would you ever do such a thing? She was a beautiful, sensible young woman with a bright future ahead of her. She had class, dignity, and a strong desire to fight for social justice. But ever since this horrible sex nonsense happened, my sweet little girl has been…well, look at her!"

The Goddess of Lust was somewhat confused until she realized the similarities between the cat MILF and the young, black-haired woman who was currently having her skull penetrated by thick tentacles. Though she was not entirely sure of the circumstances that had led the Faunus to get her brain fucked, she had no doubt that her mental tinkering played a crucial role. Before she had the chance to respond to Kali's concerns, another voice called out, this time again from the pornographer.

"And were you responsible for bringing me back from the dead?" Pyrrha asked. "If you did, why turn me into a porn director? If you were going through all the trouble to resurrect someone, why just make them a porn director? If you wanted to make someone a porn director, then why bother resurrecting someone?"

"Well, you see—"

"And here's another question," Neo suddenly asked. "Are you responsible for putting all of those pop culture references into my head and making me want to speak more? Our working theory is that you did it accidentally, but then again, I'm so naturally hilarious that it has to be intentional."

"There's actually a story about that. You were—"

Cinder screamed in a fiery rage. "And why the fuck have I not been able to kill anyone yet?"

The Goddess of Lust struggled to respond, but her Sister suddenly took the reins. She raised her fist to the sky, and her voice crashed with booming fury over the increasingly agitated captives.

"That's enough out of all of you!"

The blue Goddess was not necessarily an intimidating figure. Like the other Gods, her form was mostly human, save for its abnormal size and unnatural hue. Her voice was not even dramatically unfeminine, almost bored to the degree where one could have mistaken her for some moody teen goth girl listening to music that she thought made her edgier than she really was. Yet, there was absolutely no mistaking the terrifying power that she held at her disposal, and it was her violent and sudden temperament alone that managed to still all of the women's concerns. The foyer once again drew silent, save for the ever-present moaning of Salem, Emerald, Yang, and Blake caught up in their infinite tentacle fuckfest. The Goddess of Lust seemed almost disappointed by her Sister's outburst, knowing that the attention she was receiving was now stifled. Still, she welcomed the relief from all the questioning and took the moment to re-establish herself. She was a Goddess. Goddesses needed to be treated with respect.

"Yes," she said meekly. "That's enough out of all of you. We don't have to explain ourselves to you. We do as we please. We are Goddesses, the rulers of this world who demand nothing but fealty from you weaker creatures. Show us some respect."

The Goddess of Hate gently nudged her Sister on the side. "Nice save."

"Thank you," the Goddess of Lust said earnestly. The sluts were still staring at her, perhaps anticipating even more from her now that she had displayed some sign of weakness. However, she changed her mind suddenly on the prospect of explaining anything. She had talked herself into it. Humans didn't deserve to know all of the details, especially not these pathetic whores. The machinations of her mind would forever be unknown to the pitiful things, and that simply made her all the more powerful. It was what she always desired: pure, unquestioned respect from those beneath her. Her Brothers never gave her any respect. The crimes that they had done to her and her Sister were almost too much for them to bear, and yet, here they were surviving all the same. They had done the impossible. They had returned to Remnant despite the obstacles, while their Brothers remained off-world, living out their stupid, childish war in the blissful dullness of space. This was their world now, and dammit, she was going to rule it. They both were. Together.

And if they were going to rule this world, they would need to make some necessary changes.

"Okay, here's how this is going to work," the Goddess of Lust said. "We have waited for eons to return to our rightful place as the Gods of this world. You can either accept us now as your rulers or…"

The Goddess of Hate snickered. "Do nothing about it."

"Right," the Goddess of Lust agreed. "Worship us or do nothing. Let's be perfectly clear: we are in charge of this world now. We were your creators, and thus, we are your rightful rulers. You have already seen what dissent will get you."

The Goddesses gestured up toward the ceiling, where Salem and Emerald had been maneuvered into sixty-nining each other against the light fixtures. Their assholes were being stretched and kneaded like dough, and even though Salem was one of the most powerful creatures in the world, even she was no match for the tentacles summoned forth by the Goddesses. The warning could not have been any clearer—though plenty of the women silently acknowledged that they wouldn't mind experiencing what the Grimm Mistress and her sidekick were going through. Regardless, they were not in a position to do much about it anyway. Even if they were all free and put up a united front, they could not kill Gods. Weiss especially knew that all too well. The last time that humans tried to kill Gods…well, it didn't work out too well for them. She remained particularly silent, watching carefully to see if there was any way out of her new predicament. She had promised Ruby she would save them all. She hadn't given up on that yet.

"I don't know, Sister," the Goddess of Hate cooed. "Some of them look a little rebellious."

"That's a shame, Sister," the Goddess of Lust shot back. "After all we've given them? We've allowed them to fully express their full spectrum of sexual desires, unblocked their emotional pathways and removed their neural inhibitions. And yet they want to return to the boring world they had before?"

"I think maybe we should punish a few of them," the Goddess of Hate suggested. "Draw and quarter them and then bathe in their blood."

"Kinky," the Goddess of Lust noted, "but I think a gentler hand might be required here. We just have to show these humans the benefits of living under our rule. After all, is it not better to be loved than feared?"

"I highly doubt that, but you do you."

"Excellent," the Goddess of Lust said, clasping her hands together. "Now, to demonstrate the generosity of our rule, I think I shall give one of you a gift; something unobtainable from anyone other than a God. If I bestow onto you a present, perhaps you will see that we do not intend to harm you—"

"Unless it's hot."

"And we will be the Lords of Humanity the way our foolish Brothers could never be," the Goddess of Lust said conclusively. "Now, what present shall I give, and who shall receive it?"

In truth, the Goddess already had a target in mind. She knew that she would need to perform quite the spectacular action in order to win the approval of the sluts, especially given the fact that she was technically holding them hostage. That tended to sour the mood a little bit. However, before she could announce her intentions, she was once again interrupted by the eager cries of the short, loudmouth, ever-perky, and present Neopolitan.

"Oooh, I want a present!" she said cheerfully. "I want a new Scroll! The screen is busted on the old one."

The Goddess of Light growled. "First of all," she said, trying to remain calm. "I told you to remain quiet. Second of all: that is barely a gift fitting of a God. Third: Don't Scrolls have holographic screens? How did you break it?"

"I mean, does anyone know how they break their Scroll?" Neo admitted. "One day you just look down at it and oops, it's busted. Y'all feel me, right?"

She looked out into the crowd to see if any of the women felt her. None of the women, in fact, felt her.

"I am not getting you a new Scroll," said the Goddess of Light.

"How about a laptop?"

"No."

"A puppy?"

"No."

"A comprehensive yet affordable healthcare plan."

"Ha!" the Goddess laughed. "Not even we can give you that."

Neo muttered under her breath. "Goddammit…"

The Goddess, regaining her poise for the moment, continued her speech with a firm command over the room. "Now then, as I was saying, I shall bestow one of you a present that can only be delivered by a being with infinite power such as ourselves. And before any of you say anything, I already have an idea in mind. Where is the little white-haired child who cursed at me earlier?"

Weiss nervously gulped. Surely, the Goddess wasn't talking about her. There must have been another white-haired woman in the room that she was referring to. While she was feeling brave enough to challenge the Goddess earlier, being specifically called out managed to damper her nerves. A shiver ran down her spine and only intensified when the black webbing that was keeping her pinned to the floor was suddenly retracted, freeing up her limbs and finally allowing her to properly breathe. She immediately rose up to her knees, but was unable to rise any further as the scarlet Goddess leaned forward over the crowd, sticking her giant faceless face right up against the Schnee heiress. Weiss gasped, bowing her head, hoping not to disrespect the being that could easily disintegrate her at a moment's notice.

Actually, scratch that. They wouldn't disintegrate her. She'd probably just get something rammed up her ass. That seemed more appropriate for the situation.

"Young naked thing," the Goddess hummed. "You said that there was a loved one that recently passed away, correct?"

Loved one? Wait a moment, could she mean…

"Um, yes," Weiss said nervously. "My girlfriend, Ruby. Yang stabbed her with an eggbeater."

"I see," mused the Goddess of Lust. "When did this happen? A few weeks ago?"

"Literally ten minutes ago, actually," Weiss clarified.

"Oh, wow. That is fresh," the Goddess sighed.

"Yeah."

"Are you holding up, or…"

"Not really. It's actually very painful."

The Goddess of Lust smirked. "Well then. What do you say I help to alleviate some of that pain?"

Weiss couldn't believe her ears. She wasn't…no, it couldn't be. The Goddess certainly had the power, but would she actually be willing to do such a thing? It seemed to be too good to be true. After all the terrible things that had happened to her that night—getting her ass penetrated by Fiona, getting her ass penetrated by May, getting her ass penetrated by Fiona and May at the exact same time, eating out her sister, giving her sister a blowjob, getting her ass penetrated by Cinder, participating in a raunchy threesome with her sister and her mom, and finally, watching her girlfriend get murdered—it seemed like an impossibility that anything could ever go right again? How was she ever supposed to return from this dark road that she had tread? Yet, in front of her now, like an angel descending from the heavens, was an opportunity bathed in the light from silver eyes. She insisted to herself that she had to be dreaming, but the pain in her asshole confirmed it: This was as real as it got.

As if sensing Weiss's doubts, the Goddess of Lust was determined to prove that her intentions were true. She floated up to the center of the room, extending her arms out wide and concentrating with all of her Godly power. The entire room became very still as Weiss waited with anxious anticipation.

Then, the ground began to shake.

Then, the sky turned white.

And then, it all happened in the blink of an eye. An incredible ball of light formulated in front of Weiss, crackling with energy and power, causing the captive women to scream in horror. From within the ball of light, a silhouette appeared, first in the form of a skeleton, and then eventually, morphing and growing into flesh and muscle. Weiss stared in shock and awe as an actual person began to take shape. Smooth skin formed over the musculature. Breasts took shape. Hair formed over the head. The molecules surrounding the form crackled and shimmered as they fused into the form, the simple atoms from around the room, the dust and water vapor and dried cum, reverted from their original elemental states and became the sinew and soul that breathed life into the new creation. Weiss watched in pure astonishment—and Cinder watched with some silent relief—as the light faded away, and in its place was the fully formed, perfect body of Ruby Rose hanging limp and peaceful in the air. Fully impressed with her work, the Goddess of Lust snapped her fingers, and Ruby dropped to the earth like a stone. She nearly struck the cold ground, but at the last moment, Weiss dove and caught Ruby in her arms, cradling her unconscious girlfriend tightly.

"Ruby!" she cried, looking down toward her lover. She caressed Ruby's tender cheek, trying to find some source of life within the woman. She held Ruby close under the shadow of Blake, and somehow, despite her mind mostly being destroyed by tentacles, she still gazed down upon the sight of the reunited lovers with tenderness in her heart. At least, Blake thought it was tenderness. It was kind of hard to tell because her brain was being scrambled like a freshly cooked egg. Everything was a bit out of whack, and it was entirely possible that she thought was tenderness was actually gluttony, and maybe pain was pleasure, and what was she thinking of again? Cran…cranberry something? What day was it? What happennnnnoooooooh, baaaaabbbbbbyyyyy, her brain was a fuckpussy…

The rest of the sluts looked on with anticipation. Were they really about to see a resurrection directly in front of their eyes? Could it be?

Weiss looked at Ruby.

Cinder looked at Ruby.

The Goddesses looked at Ruby.

Ilia looked at Ruby.

Kali looked at Ru—

"Ahhh!"

Ruby's eyes suddenly shot open, and she awoke with a violent scream. She scrambled out of Weiss's grasp before the heiress could react, and she crawled along the floor, disoriented and panicked like never seen before.

"W-Where am I? What in the holy fuck is going on?"

While Weiss was not expecting such a crazed reaction from the resurrected Rose, she was nonetheless delighted to see Ruby somehow brought back from the realm beyond. The tears streamed uncontrollably down her face while Ruby looked around in shock.

"Ruby…oh my God…"

Ruby turned sharply to Weiss, and after a brief moment of recognition, her eyes went wide. She paused…and then immediately lunged toward the white-haired Huntress. Weiss held her arms wide open for a hug, but Ruby didn't hug her. Instead, she grabbed Weiss by her shoulders and started screaming in a mad fury.

"Weiss, we need to get the fuck out of here," she shouted as horrified as she could be.

Weiss just stared at her, smiling and dumbfounded. "W-What? What are you talking about?"

"What am I..." Ruby said, stunned. "I was in Hell, Weiss! I was in Hell! It's bad there, Weiss! Very fucking bad in Hell!"

"Hell?" Weiss gasped, brushing away her tears. "W-Why? H-How?"

Ruby shook Weiss violently. "It's because of our sin, Weiss! It's because of all the sins we committed tonight! We must repent, Weiss! We have to get out of here and repent for all of our sins!"

"Ruby, calm down—"

"Calm down?" Ruby screamed angrily. "Do you have any idea how horrible it is to be in Hell? It's not a sexy Hell, Weiss. It's…it's just fucking terrible. More terrible than words. There aren't even any sexy demon ladies or anything. It's just the fucking worst place, Weiss! We have to apologize for our sins before…"

Ruby suddenly trailed off as her gaze shifted away from Weiss and toward the others in the room. She noticed the Goddesses, and then she noticed Salem and Emerald fucking, and then she noticed Blake being mindfucked, and then she noticed Yang being mindfucked, and then she noticed that Yang didn't have one of her arms—no, not that one, the other one—and then she noticed something even weirder: discarded in the back of the captive Sea of Sluts, crumpled in a heap, thrown away like trash…was her own bloodied, mangled corpse.

Ruby stared at that specifically for a long time, and then she looked down at herself, and then back at the corpse, and then at herself, and then at Weiss, and then at nothing.

"Okay, I feel like I'm missing some important details here."