Note: Well everyone we've come to the conclusion of this story. What started out as a one-shot we wrote over the summer has somehow transformed into this weird thing we used to keep our spirits up while studying for our final exams. First of all, to everyone who has decided to read this story: Why? Just... just why? Second of all: thank you. We understand this story has been very stupid, and very perverse, and very out of control, but the fun part about writing these kinds of stories is that you can just remove all the restrictions you normally put yourself under when you write to the side and just go crazy with it. It's been really fun. If you liked what you read, we would be so thankful if you left us a comment letting us know. Or say anything. We don't give a fuck. But if you want to see more of something like this (for some ungodly reason) tell us. That'd be great. Anyway, we hope you enjoy this final chapter. Thank you.
A dark castle rested upon the hill, pounded by heavy rain. Its walls were ancient, built from hard stone before the era of modern man. Its interior was lit by old means, and each room within was decorated with furniture from an older age. It was a secluded place that no one dared to disturb, and the legend of those who resided there had spread throughout the local villages.
The study of the castle was filled with books that had gone untouched for decades, and in the corner of the room, sat by a desk full of clutter and sheets of paper with half-scribbled notes, was a man of frail appearance. His hair was thin and gray, and his skin was wrinkled, and his goatee had gotten away from him and was an equal color to his hair, and he looked at his writings through small round glasses, murmuring unpleasantly to himself. Thunder echoed out in the distance, and he buried himself in his work when, like the thunder, there came a sudden and terrible knock on his door. He grumbled for the knocker to come in, and one of his servants stepped through the door.
"Master Johnathan," she said tepidly, "there is someone at the door to see you."
"Tell them to go away," he said bitterly, but the servant did not leave.
"Master, one of them appears ill. The other calls for you," she explained. After a long moment, he cursed silently and rose from his chair. He followed the servant through the long castle and arrived eventually in the main hall, where two strangers were waiting just inside of the massive wooden doors that kept him hidden from the outside world. One of them was a young girl—a Faunus. She had fair skin and wore dark clothes and had long black hairs with two cat-like ears on top. Her expression was that of deep concern. The other was leaning against her, wrapped tightly in a cloak to conceal her appearance. The Faunus spoke worriedly.
"Sir, I've come a long way to find you. My friend needs your help."
"You have no business being here," he said sternly.
"Please, sir, I don't know where else to turn," she begged, but he dismissed her.
"There are many hospitals you can take her to in Remnant. Now leave me alone." He turned to retreat up the stairs, but she called after him again.
"You are the only one who can help!" she cried. "I think whatever she has—you are the only person in the world who knows how to fix her."
A dark chill ran over him. No… it couldn't be. That worry in the Faunus's voice. He had a sneaking suspicion, and if he was correct…
"Follow me downstairs," he instructed, moving with a swiftness that was not common at his age. "I pray that you are mistaken, young lady. For your friend's sake."
He led her through the castle halls, down a secret set of stairs hidden behind a bookshelf, and the Faunus marveled at the ancient structure of the castle, the likes of which she had never seen before. They descended down the staircase lit only by candles; rats scurried along the damp bottom as the moved deeper and deeper into the earth. Finally, they exited into a laboratory, equally as ancient and full of strange equipment: large tubes of glass to channel electricity, chemicals of all colors sealed in bottles by corks, and a large array of surgical tools. He led her to a big metal slab in the center of the room, and she rested her friend down upon it and removed the cloak. Another young woman rested before them, blonde and busty, completely naked. One of her arms was robotic, spray-painted yellow but instead, the man's eyes went to her face and the peculiar expressions she was making. She appeared asleep at first glance, but upon closer examination he noticed that she was grinning seductively, occasionally licking her lips and moaning something unintelligible under her breath. Her hands squeezed and unsqueezed, and her fingers danced and stroked the air, and notably, she kept rubbing her thighs together, trying to maintain arousal even in her state of unconsciousness. The man took one long look at her, and then with a vicious glare, turned to the Faunus.
"What… what have you done?" he asked angrily.
"We were… involved in an orgy," the Faunus confessed.
"No, what have you done?" he asked again more harshly. "A mere orgy could not have caused this. What have you done?"
"We were trying…" the Faunus said nervously. "We were trying to maximize the bang units, sir."
His eyes went wide with horror. "No…" he muttered.
"Sir—"
"No!" he cried, running to the nearby desk and sweeping all the chemicals to the floor with his arms. "Madness! You have destroyed this poor woman!"
"But Mister Incest, the bang units were your creation!"
"That's Doctor Incest!" he responded cruelly. "Madam, I did not attend seven years at the Atlasian School for Neurological Medicine for you to refer to me as Mister Incest!"
"I'm… I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I meant no disrespect."
"You have disrespected me by tampering with my work!" Doctor Incest stated. "Are you aware of what has happened to your friend? The fate that has befallen her is one most horrible that I dare not even speak it."
"Please, sir, you have to help her!" begged the Faunus.
"Help her? Ha!" he scoffed. "The only true help your friend can receive now is a merciful death. She has been afflicted by the Eternal Hotness."
"Eternal Hotness?"
"A disease of lust that poisons the mind," he explained, wallowing over the nude body and her terrible curse. "When a human being experiences a sexual encounter that is ranked extraordinarily high in bang units, the mind cannot handle the overwhelming pleasure. The event is so powerfully lustful that it destroys the synapses of the mind, obliterating all thoughts that are not of pure, hardcore sex. The surge of dopamine destroys all the receptacles for pleasure in the brain, trapping the user in a state of dull ecstasy, endlessly craving an orgasm that they are never possible to achieve again. Your friend is trapped in perpetual horniness, endless sexiness, limitless desirability… Eternal Hotness."
"Oh, no! Yang!" cried the Faunus, tears welling in her eyes. "I didn't know the bang units could be so powerful!"
"Bang units? Curse those words!" Doctor Incest screamed, slamming his fist against the metal slab. "I created that metric when I was young and naïve, a poor, foolish boy thinking his doctorate somehow made him intelligent. How I once thought those numbers would be my life's work. When I discovered the Eternal Hotness, it was only then did I realize my great folly. I have spent the last thirty-five years of my life trying to discredit my old work, remove it from the medical textbooks, erase my name from history! I have tried to undo it all, and yet, even still, I find that my legacy has tainted this world and its horny youth!"
"Doctor, please!"
"Is it not the great curse of mankind that we tamper with things we shall not?" he asked in soliloquy. "Lo, what is the purpose of science? To bring betterment to our fellow neighbors? To pursue knowledge in all its efforts? But is it not a truth of nature that not all things should be known—that some horrors rot the soul in ways that cannot be removed by the touch of an angel's kiss? How great a jester we must be to think we can conquer this mortal realm. Lust and love, art and poetry, the great works of the past… must we think of these in only measurements and science? These subjects, the greater work of the human mind… nay, the human spirit! Lest we forget their place in our hearts and seek to gestate our whims unto them in a most disastrous manner. Honesty? Loyalty? Objectivity to the world? These are lies we tell ourselves when our minds crumble and we turn to dust. To think we can have control, to think that we may create metrics of the greatest miracle—life—such thinking is the purgatory of humanity. God in all his glories may never forgive nor forget our arrogance…"
There was a crack of thunder outside the castle, and the Faunus raised her arms to the sky, tears streaming down her face. "Doctor Incest, I beg you! There has to be something you can do to help her!"
The Doctor sighed. "Fine… tell me everything that happened on that night in as explicit detail as you can."
"Okay," said the Faunus, steadying her breath. "It all started with Yang and I eating each other out…"
"Oh my God, Blake!" Yang screamed in uncontrollable ecstasy as Blake buried her nose deep in her slit. "You are unbelievable at this!"
"Well, I don't know about that," Blake said sheepishly.
"No, you are so fucking great," Yang insisted. "If only your mom knew how phenomenal you were at eating girls out! She would sleep with you in a heartbeat. In fact, your such an amazing fuck that I'm the luckiest girl alive for even getting to enjoy your tongue on my body for even a moment!"
"Wow, Yang, that's so kind and honest of you! I'm glad you—"
"You're making this dialogue up," the Doctor said accusingly, but Blake fervently shook her head.
"Nope, this all happened exactly as I said it did. Now shut up and listen, dammit."
"Blakey, you're so good inside me! Keep ravaging me, Blakey!"
Blakey tried to keep ravaging Yang to the best of her ability, but it was hard when there was so much crazy lesbian action around her. Weiss and Ruby were busily scissoring each other so hard that they could beat both paper and rock, and Salem and Jinn were doing something with chains and shards of broken glass from the vodka bottle on the couch. It looked like fun, and the problem was that all of her casual glances over at the action meant less time buried nose deep in Yang's snatch. What a horrid nightmare! She desperately needed to up the ante.
But then, Blake had an exciting idea. "Hey, Yang, let's join the others in a foursome!"
"Wow, great idea!" said Yang. "You always have the best ideas, Blake. That's why you're the smart one of the group while I'm just the hot one."
"Come on, now," Blake said reassuringly, giving her partner an encouraging slap on the ass. "You're very, very hot."
"That is true."
The two stood up from their position and went hand-in-hand over to the rest of their teammates. Weiss was deep in concentration, panting heavily as she thrust her hips deeper into Ruby, while Ruby practically foamed at the mouth and released a drunken babble.
"Bepadshiiufcwrvfjm."
"Yeah, what she said," Weiss stated. "We're kind of busy here at the moment."
"Nonsense," Yang said gleefully, shrugging as she crawled over Ruby's head. "Her face isn't busy doing anything. She can help a sister out. Right, Ruby?"
"Yibblebibblebooeybibble," said Ruby.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"That's not a yes!" Weiss protested. "She specifically said, 'Capitalism is an inherently oppressive and immoral system of government that only benefits the upper class.'"
"Jeez, who died and made you the Ruby-translator?" Yang said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not—"
"Too late!" Yang said suddenly, and without further warning, forced herself down on Ruby's face. Blake watched with a throbbing in her chest as Weiss's expression turned suddenly from horror and disgust to transfixed awe. She had been so busy protesting the idea of Ruby and Yang being together all day long, but now, watching Yang gasp and moan as Ruby eagerly lapped up her folds sent her brain haywire. Incest wasn't gross. It wasn't gross at all. In fact, in that one moment, Weiss came to the joyous conclusion that incest may have been the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen in her entire life! The ideas rushed into her brain: being taken doggystyle by Whitley, tenderly fucked by Winter, dominated by her mother, doing nothing with her father because he was an abusive creep and he didn't get to participate in her fantasies—they were the most incredible visions she ever experienced. She was so overwhelmed by the idea that she came instantly, squirting and flooding Ruby's sex and thighs with a gushing torrent of her juices, moaning and trembling and—
"That's complete bullshit!" cried Doctor Incest. "Squirting isn't a thing women can really do like that. It's something made up by the porn industry to simulate the male orgasm for fetish purposes."
The Faunus placed her hands on her hips. "Hey, this is my art and you don't get to comment on it! Now let me fucking finish!"
Blake, helpless to resist, crawled on top of Ruby and pushed herself up on all fours. She shoved her ass up into Yang's face, which the blonde Huntress dug into like a holiday feast, and proceeded to make out with Weiss, still in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Together, Team RWBY formed a sort of sex square, with Weiss and Yang on the sides, each getting to claim a mouth and a pussy in their own special ways, and Blake and Ruby sandwiched between them enjoying the fruits of their efforts. They were so glad to finally be reunited with each other after so many months apart, and they showered on as much affection and love and heat as they possibly could, licking and sucking and tonguing and grinding like their lives depended on it. It was remarkable on both an emotional and physical level, and as Blake reached her peak, bucking her hips back into Yang's face, she didn't know how it could get any better.
But she was very, very wrong.
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Salem asked suddenly, throwing Jinn off of her and removing one of the tight gold chains from around her throat.
"It appears, my love, that they have created a sort of fuck box," Jinn claimed.
"Fuck that! They think they can out sexy us, do they?" Salem screeched. "Emerald, summon a hallucination!"
Emerald, who sat lazily on the lounge chair, fully clothed and watching the chaos unfold around her while she sipped a large beer, shook her head.
"Nyeh," she whined. "Emerald no like fun. Emerald lame virgin. Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh."
"Your master demands that you summon a hallucination."
"Nyeh nyeh!"
"Emerald, do it!"
Emerald sighed. "Nyeh. I'm a stupid idiot. My hair is dumb. Nyeh nyeh nyeh."
She relented and focused hard on the writhing, sensual mass of young huntresses, widening her eyes. Inside of the orgy, Blake continued massaging the inside of Weiss's jaw with her tongue when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled away from the group. She began to protest until she looked up and saw the person taking her into her arms, and her arms went wide with shock.
"M-Mom!"
"Okay, this is getting out of hand!" Doctor Incest said, slamming his fist against the table. "Now your mother is here partaking in the ultimate sin?"
"Not just my mother," the Faunus explained, "but all of our mothers. Weiss's mom, Yang's mom… even Ruby's mom, who's not actually alive, but Ruby was pretty doped out by this point so I don't think she noticed. Besides, they weren't real—just extremely realistic hallucinations caused by Emerald's semblance. It was pretty hot, so hot that… well…"
"Spit it out, for Heaven's sake!" yelled the Doctor. The Faunus sheepishly twiddled her thumbs.
"Well, seeing my MILF mom standing naked in front of me, her giant double-D boobs swinging right in front of my face, it kind of got me really excited. And then when I saw that the rest of our moms were all surrounding us with their naked bodies, I got even more excited. And then, when I noticed that all of our mothers were equipped with giant cocks… well, I passed out."
"You passed out?" said Doctor Incest.
"Yeah, I'm disappointed in myself, too," the Faunus said shamefully. "Like, I had all these plans for what would happen when I got to fuck my mom, and when the opportunity arrived, I just passed out right into her massive tits! I ended up missing that entire section of the orgy, and all of my mom sex happened in my sleep."
"Your mom had sex with you in your sleep?"
"Yeah. I mean that's sort of hot…"
"Pretty sure that's also assault."
"What? No, it's not."
"You didn't give her active consent, so—"
"Oh, I definitely gave her consent," the Faunus stated. "After I passed out into her boobs, I fell over with my ass sticking straight up in the air towards her. If that's not asking for it, I don't know what is."
"I'm ninety percent certain that won't hold up in court."
"Oh, shut it! You're ruining the appeal of the fantasy," she complained. "So, anyway, I passed out, and I kind of missed the rest of the orgy. But I did overhear some choice quotes in my unconscious state. Want to hear some?"
"Uh—"
The Faunus pulled out a notepad from the inside of her jacket pocket, and cleared her throat as she recited the words in front of her from her teammates.
"Wow, your tits are so big!"
"Quick, fuck me harder with that gigantic cock!"
"I didn't know a person could fit that much in their mouth!"
"You smell like cinnamon… why?"
"This seems unnecessary," said Doctor Incest, but she continued.
"Hey, save some jizz for me!"
"I don't think it's healthy to fist someone's asshole up to your elbow."
"Your father and I are getting a divorce."
"Seriously, why in the holy fuck do you smell like cinnamon?"
"Again, please stop this," said the Doctor.
"Wait, if you all have penises, how the fuck did any of you give birth to us?"
"Baby, you don't want us to answer that."
"All right, that's enough!" cried the Doctor, swatting the notepad out of the Faunus's hand. She huffed and crossed her arms in frustration. "Just finish your damn story so I can help your friend."
"Fine. God, you're uptight," the Faunus complained. "Okay, so here's what happened next…"
Blake woke up, and it took her a few moments to figure out where all of her limbs went, and more importantly, whose limbs were lost inside her. She figured out that her right hand was on Ruby's breast, her left fingers were jammed into Yang's mouth, and her left foot was resting in the crevasse of Weiss's ass. Her right foot? No idea where that was, but it was somewhere hot and slippery and it wouldn't budge no matter how hard she tried. There was something shoved up her butt—possibly Myrtenaster, because it was far pointier than a dildo should have been. She had three different hands all groping her crotch, and the air was silent as she realized that the rest of her team had passed out from the intense fucking as well. The only sounds she heard were Salem and Jinn still engaged in their intense sexual exploits, the Grimm Queen shoving Jinn's face into her ass as she stood hunched over the couch.
"Oh, Jinn, I've missed you so fucking much!" Salem screamed as she reached her climax. "I want to be with you forever!"
"Cum for me! Cum for your Mistress!"
Blake couldn't feel the orgasm that followed, but it looked rather nice. Salem screamed so powerfully that the nearby windows shattered and the snow and wind blew into the room. She gripped the couch cushions so tightly that they burst at the seams, sending their stuffing spilling out over the sides. The flood of her release down her legs was like a waterfall. It lasted for literally minutes, until her screams turned empty and she could no longer stand, instead crumpling into a big pile on the couch with her ass sting straight up in the air. Jinn slurped up whatever she could, but even her efforts weren't enough to catch everything. Blake drooled over the sight while Emerald took a nap in the corner, and despite the fact that she had been used nonstop for what had been several long, mind-numbingly amazing hours, she still wanted more.
"Holy fucking fuck," Salem finally moaned as she came down from her climax. "How in God's name are you so good at eating bitches out?"
"Quite simple," answered Jinn, "it's the accumulation of knowledge and experience gathered from lesbians around the world, which I have translated into pure skill at pussyeating. You see—" Suddenly, Jinn's smile vanished, and she cocked her head cautiously to the side. "Wait, did you just ask me a question?"
Before Salem could answer, there was a loud boom and a massive puff of smoke, and just like that, Jinn was sucked back into lamp, leaving Salem's sex exposed to the cold air. The Queen paused for a moment, sitting up on the couch and looking carefully around the room in stunned silence for her lover. She was nowhere to be gone, but the Relic of Knowledge was there on the floor, glowing taunting her with its new captive. When the revelation hit her, she screamed for the hundredth time that day—only not in any kind of pleasure.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she cried, standing up and balling her hands into fists. "I have the best sex of my entire life and now I have to wait another hundred years to get a fuck that good again?"
"Hey, Salem, it's okay," Blake tried to mutter, only to realize that she couldn't actually say anything because Weiss's panties had somehow gotten lodged in her mouth, meaning the words came out as, "Mmph, mmphmm, mmph mmmmmmmph."
"This whole thing is stupid!" Salem declared. "What's the point of having hot lesbian sex if I'm just going to be teased by life's greatest pleasures and then have it stripped all away from me? This whole adventure has just been one cruel prank. I should have just killed all of these humans in the first place!"
"Please, don't kill all the humans," Blake tried to say. "Mmmph, mmm mmm mm mmmm mmmmmmmph," is what she actually said.
"Un-fucking-believable," Salem muttered, picking the Relic off the floor and throwing it into the big pile of Huntresses. "You know what? Fuck this whole ordeal! Fuck Jinn, and fuck that Relic, and fuck Ozpin, only not literally because he's a kid now, and fuck Team RWBY, and fuck Brunswick Farms, and fuck the world! You can keep that worthless thing. I'm going back to my castle to plan the destruction of your species. I'll take a vow of chastity since clearly I'm never going to reach any sexual encounter higher than that. Fucking stupid…"
As Salem angrily trodded past the orgy of girls, ready to put the whole day's events behind her, a hand suddenly reached up and grabbed her ankle. It was Yang, finally stirred from her slumber and staring up at Salem with a cheeky grin.
"Hey, before you go," she muttered, "any chance I could get a kiss goodbye?"
Salem scowled. "No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"With cherries on top?"
"No."
"But it would be so poetic," Yang stated. "Me lusting after you started this whole mess. Wouldn't it be great if I got to be with you, just a tiny little bit?"
"No."
"Come on. I'm not even asking for you to go down on me," Yang begged. "Just a kiss. One kiss. Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"
Salem looked at Yang, and Yang looked at her, and Salem rolled her eyes.
"Fine."
"Sweeeeet," Yang hissed. Salem, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, picked Yang up out of the pile by her shoulders and held her upright when the girl couldn't stand under her own power. With a grimace, Salem leaned forward and planted her lips against Yang's, giving her the deepest, wettest, hottest sixty-second make out session she could give. Blake watched excitedly as Yang grew weaker under the kiss, falling under her power, and when Salem finished the kiss with a wet smack, Yang was clearly eyed and her expression was that of a permanent stupid grin. Salem dropped her heartlessly back into the pile, grabbed the napping Emerald by the arm, and dragged her outside into the snowstorm, naked and flipping off the Huntresses as she left.
"See you in hell, Team RWBY!" she called back to them. "And the next time we meet... stay the fuck out of this bad bitch's way!"
"And that was the last time we saw Salem," the Faunus explained. "When I went to ask Yang if she enjoyed her tongue battle, she didn't respond. That's why we are here with you."
"Well, that story was certainly… something," said Doctor Incest. "But I think I figured out how to cure your friend."
"Really?" asked the Faunus eagerly. "How?"
"It's all about how the Eternal Hotness was triggered," explained the Doctor, stroking his goatee. "It seems your friend was brought close to her catatonic state by the same intense orgy that you and your other friends experienced, but what sent her over the edge was a teasing kiss by this Salem woman. Perhaps the way to cure her of this critical condition is to fully satisfy her desires."
"But Doctor!" gasped the Faunus. "I thought you said there was no cure? That her only release from this suffering was death?"
The Doctor shook his head. "Oh, my bad. Now that I've heard your full story, it's a much simpler issue. Before, when I was talking about a merciful death? That was Type I Eternal Hotness. This is Type II Eternal Hotness. Completely different surrounding circumstances. Totally fixable."
"Oh, that's a relief," the Faunus said with a smile. "So, how do we fix her?"
"Simple," stated Doctor Incest. "We have to give her the sensation of having passionate lesbian sex with this Salem woman. Since she is not around, we must trick her body into believing that she is actually fucking this woman. In order to do this, we are going to need to find someone willing to dress up like Salem, matching her appearance precisely and act out all of her mannerisms while performing every sinful sex act in existence onto this woman's half-conscious body. Only then will we—"
The Faunus ripped off her top and flashed a hungry grin.
"On it."
"And that," Yang finished explaining thoughtfully, "is why Blake dyed her hair."
Jaune, Ren, Nora, Terra, Saphron, and even little baby Adrian all stared at the group of Huntresses on their couch with wide eyes. Blake gently pampered her new white locks, which Yang gestured at in approval. Ruby and Weiss nodded blissfully from their seats on the floor, casually munching down sandwiches, while Oscar and Qrow sat silently in the corner.
"So…" Jaune stammered. "All of that was to explain why your hair is white now?"
"Yep," Blake smiled. "Doesn't it look nice?"
"That was… a rather graphic explanation for having a baby in the room," Saphron said nervously, gently pressing her hands to the sides of Adrian's head.
"Hey, we don't censor the truth. Or art," Blake claimed boldly. Yang placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Yep. That's the honest truth of what happened at those farms, and if anyone says otherwise, they're fucking lying."
"I… I see…" Terra said softly, taking a careful sip of her cup of coffee.
"Well, at least the Relic is safe," Jaune said, "even if the last question is used up."
"And at least Yang is all right," Ren said warmly. "Eternal Hotness is nothing to trifle with."
"Right," agreed Yang.
"Exactly," agreed Blake.
"Precisely," agreed Weiss.
"Spot on," agreed Ruby. The previous days had been difficult to bear—in ways that they never could have expected—but at long last, they were safe and sound in Argus with their teammates. The next step of the journey would perhaps be the most perilous, and even once they got to Atlas, there was no guarantee they would be safe. But after partaking in a massive gangbang with each other—and technically their well-hung mothers—they felt more than ready to take on any challenge that came their way. They were more than a family. They were a team: Team RWBY. And nothing was going to stop anymore, not even the hottest and sluttiest of bad bitches.
And then Yang noticed something. "Wait, Ren, how do you know anything about Eternal Hotness?"
Ren drew still, and all of the eyes in the room drifted to him, staring at him while he uncomfortably took a bite of his sandwich. After a long few moments, the tension was broken, not by him, but by Nora sighing and lovingly rolling her eyes.
"Oh, please," she said casually. "Like you girls are the only ones who've ever tried to maximize your bang units."
The End... thankfully
