Note: Is this the most fucked up chapter we've ever written? Maybe. It's hard to tell. There's always that bizarre balance of sex and crack comedy that we try and consistently fail to hit, so that's going to greatly affect how you interpret its fucked-up-ness. Anyway, we are coming to the end soon. We are thinking maybe one or two more chapters after this, and then one final epilogue chapter to tie everything up in a neat, kinky bow. Thank you to the people who have been reading this. We don't know who this actually appeals to, but the fact that there are individuals out there who consistently read this does give us faith in humanity. Well, maybe not faith. But something. It gives us something. Enjoy.
So…Yang was a Grimm now.
That was probably bad.
Yang didn't think it was bad at all, obviously. As she looked down at her hands, and her ginormous tits, and her huge horse cock swinging between her legs, she felt pretty damn ecstatic. Granted, some of that may have been relief from no longer having her brain turned into a tentacle cocksleeve, but the truth was that she never felt so much power before, so much raw sexual energy coursing through her. She felt like a new woman, and she couldn't help but let loose a delighted, menacing cackle.
"Hahaha! Holy fucking shit! This is amazing!" she screamed. "If I knew getting fucked by Grimm would make me this hot, I would have let myself get screwed years ago!"
The entire room was frozen in fear—save for the Goddess of Lust, who just found the whole turn of events hysterical. Kali, who happened to be the closest to the demonic Yang, was lying on the ground, nervously gazing up at the white-skinned woman. She wasn't normally one to be intimidated. She had brought many tall, domineering to their knees before, seducing them with their charms. Hell, she wasn't even usually put off by horse cock; she knew a Faunus or two who were lucky enough to inherit such a condition between their legs. But it was the combination of Yang's power, and her transformation, and the fact that her horse dick was wider than her arm and dripping from its tip, and the fact that Yang's black and red eyes had turned to stare directly at her that made her laugh somewhat nervously.
"Um, Yang dear?" she said meekly. "We are all very happy you're alive."
"Oh, I'm sure you are," Yang smirked. "That's why you explicitly chose not to rescue me, right?"
Kali looked back to Blake and Ili for support, but they didn't know what to do. Yang was so psychopathic she murdered her own sister with a kitchen appliance. Who knew what else she was capable of? Yang flexed her muscles, her dark wings spreading out and casting a menacing shadow over the cat MILF. She grabbed onto her massive horse dick with her clawed fingers and menacingly started to slowly stroke it. Menacingly.
"Yang, I can explain," Kali said, but before she could continue, Yang jutted her hips forward and pressed the glistening tip of her cock against Kali's lips, silencing her like she would a child.
"Shh now. I'm going to destroy you."
Oh fuck.
"Destroy me?"
"Yep," Yang said calmly. "Look, I was already on a murder kick before, right? I mean, I killed Ruby super hard. Killed her right to death. And now that I'm a sexy Grimm demon, like…now I'm extra into murder."
Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh fuck.
"You don't have to do that."
"Too bad. I will."
"Please don't."
"Nope. Doing it."
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
"Yang," Kali said, pushing the horse cock away from her lips. A thin dribble of pre-cum was left smeared across her mouth, but she was too terrified to wipe it away. "Don't you think murdering me might be a bit extreme? I mean, if you think about it, technically you only got these powers because we neglected you. Surely that has to count for something, right?"
Yang placed her hand against her chin, pondering that deeply. Kali did have a point. Look at her: she was a super sexy demon with huge DD breasts and a pure monster between her legs. Plus, she could fly now, given her wings and all. That was pretty dope. In a roundabout way, Kali did help her achieve that, and murdering her now would just be too easy. But then again…should she really let Kali's actions go unpunished? She was pretty sure there was still some cum trapped in her brain matter, and it felt a bit like when you dive under the pool too long and get water trapped in your ear. She didn't like that feeling very much. Kali was, by all accounts, a selfish, slutty bitch—not as much as her, sure, but still pretty bad. It would only be just and righteous to make her suffer. But how?
Then, Yang remembered: she was a Grimm woman now, just like Salem! If Salem could use all sorts of cool Grimm powers, why couldn't she?
"All right!" Yang said, clapping her claws together authoritatively. "I've made up my mind! I'm not going to kill you, Kali Belladonna."
"You're not?"
"Nope!"
Kali breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness."
"Yep," Yang said, licking her lips with her long, slender tongue. "Instead, I'm going to test something out I've been dying to try for years."
Kali's relief immediately turned to hesitation. "Wait, what are you—"
Yang clenched her fist, and something happened. She wasn't entirely sure how she did it. She didn't know what dark things had caused such incredible powers to manifest. Yet, she felt the energy coursing through her veins, and a sixth sense, a subconscious control, took over her and caused her will to manifest into reality. And that was when it happened: a black pool spawned beneath Kali's feet, and numerous dark hands sprouted up from the shadows and grabbed ahold of the older woman. They latched themselves onto her arms and wrists, and two particularly large hands cupped her breasts, holding her in place. Kali shrieked, trying to pull her arms free to no avail. She was trapped by the shadow hands, unable to prevent whatever twisted plan Yang had for her.
She didn't have to wait very long to find out what those plans were—because she immediately felt something long, slimy, and thick run up the length of her ass. She had been around the block long enough to know what it was.
A tentacle.
Of course.
Kali's fear briefly subsided. She understood the symbolism behind it, but if Yang thought she was going to be intimidated by a single tentacle, she was going to be sorely disappointed. Two tentacles? That'd be an improvement. Three? Maybe a threat. But just one? Even though it was admittedly…very large, she still didn't expect much of a punishment. Still, Yang was smirking, and she snapped her fingers authoritatively, knowing that Kali was in for a rude awakening.
The tentacle obeyed its master and furiously shot itself into Kali's ass, causing the MILF to groan in discomfort. She loosened her hips as the wild tentacle thrust into her, filling her up just as she expected it would. She pursed her lips in frustration as she felt it try to dig deeper, the shadow hands spreading her legs and adjusting her spine to give it easier access. She felt the tentacle stretching her out, lubricating itself and her inner walls as it wriggled inside of her like a worm. She took a deep breath, trying to find her center. The first penetration was always the worst part. She knew that once it found its peak inside her, things would start getting better. It just had to stop.
Only it didn't stop.
It went deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper.
And then Kali realized that the tentacle wasn't technically in her ass—once she felt it move past her hips and slam into the top wall of her large intestine, halfway up her stomach. She froze in fear. Wait a second…wasn't that in the left colic flexure, halfway up her colon? Proper estimates of large intestine lengths would mean that slimy, writhing tentacle was two whole feet inside of her, at least based on her most recent readings. And that meant—
"Wow you're taking it like a champ," Yang laughed evilly. "Well, don't worry…we still have twenty-eight feet to go."
Kali's eyes went wide with fear. Twenty-eight feet…combined, that would be the length of the entire human digestive system.
That was a whole lot deeper than she was used to. Maybe too deep. The shadow hands hoisted her up into the air and stretched out her arms and legs as far as they would go, giving the tentacle inside of her plenty of room to maneuver as it teased her intestinal wall. For the first time in her life, Kali felt nervous about having a sex act performed on her. She didn't like it.
"Yang, wait—"
And without any further warning, the tentacle made a sharp right turn inside of her and raced through her body at warp speed. A scream was forced out of Kali's lungs before it quickly turned to breathless, shocked gasps of pain and pleasure. The others in the hall could not watch the madness that was occurring inside of her, seeing only Kali's body tremble and her face change expressions between agony and lust and horror. Blake and Ilia in particular watched the scene unfold with dread, watching their MILF mommy get her insides flooded by a seemingly endless tentacle. They couldn't see it all—until they saw a very notable bulge protrude from her stomach, traveling along her belly button. And then another, and another, and another.
The tentacle raced its way through Kali's toned gut, and she felt every twist and turn it made as it stretched out her small intestines, each inch drawing it closer to its sinful exit point. She looked down reflexively and instantly wished she hadn't, as she saw that her normally fit and muscly stomach had been malformed by clusters of writhing lumps where the tentacle stretched out her skin. The tentacle pushed through aggressively, and she felt not just the tip pushing new holes inside of her, but every single micrometer of the wet, burning hot thing as it rubbed past her walls, pushing through her like a bullet train. Yang continued to laugh as Kali's stomach only grew more deformed by the tentacles, knowing full well the disastrous pleasures of having one's innards scrambled by lust-driven tendrils. Watching the beautiful MILF's body break under her command was purely titillating, and her horse cock grew stiff, sticking straight up in the air and barely sliding between her own tits. She patted it down to a normal angle.
"Not now, sweetie. Yang is watching."
Kali gritted her teeth together as the tentacle continued weaving its webs inside of her stomach, seemingly never-ending in its quest to fully penetrate her. Yet, within a few seconds, that all changed. Kali's eyes went wide as she felt a sharp pop, feeling something puncture its way through her into a different organ. She felt the tip of the tentacle wag back and forth like an obedient dog just underneath her breasts, and then she felt a sudden pain in her chest. Her breathing became stifled. Her words became caught in her throat. A terrible feeling of nausea and disgust raked her by her heart. She tried her best to resist it, shutting her mouth to keep it at bay, but it was a futile effort. It tickled her in the back of her throat, swept over her tongue so she could taste every inch of the body it passed through on its way to its destination, bashed against her teeth—and then finally, accompanied by Kali's horrified, pleasure-filled moan, erupted out of her mouth, dripping with slime and semen and juices no one could even identify.
Kali went cross-eyed staring at the thing several inches past her nose, and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The audience gasped in horror. Blake and Ilia cried out in fear. Yang, however, simply cheered.
"Holy shit! I knew it!" she shouted proudly. "I knew you could fuck someone ass-to-mouth with a tentacle! You said it would totally kill them, but look! She's super alive!"
Well, maybe super alive wasn't the best word for it. Kali's eyes were firmly rolled into the back of her skull, and her head rolled around lazily on a swivel, a sign of her complete disorientation. She made a lot of gurgles and moans as the tip of her tongue was sticking out of her mouth, twitching as it permanently licked the underside of the tentacle. A few trails of saliva pooled around the corners of her mouth, but most of it collected in frothy bubbles in the rare spaces the tentacle left in her orifice for her to breathe. Her body went completely limp, suspended only by the shadowy hands, and while she definitely wasn't braindead and her mind was still physically intact, she clearly wasn't entirely conscious from the trauma of it all. That, and the bulging had traveled up to her throat, her a large imprint of a tentacle was sticking out of her neck. All in all, she was a tentacle-filled, body-ruined, and mind-fucked slut to the highest degree, and Yang was immensely proud of her first act as an evil, fucked up Grimm woman.
Assuming Kali was still super alive. Which, Yang realized, she may not have been.
The demonic woman frowned and quickly approached Kali, examining her carefully. "Uh…Kali? You good?"
"Glurrrgggggh…"
Yang moaned uncomfortably. She didn't speak glurrgh. She sapped her fingers in front of Kali's face.
"Yoohoo? Kali? You still with us?"
The tentacle wiggled back and forth in front of Kali's face as if trying to answer for her. Unfortunately, Yang didn't speak hentai tentacle either, so she shrugged and laughed nervously at the horrified crowd.
"Uh…I think she's good," she said, trying to convince herself more than anyone else. "I mean, she's making noises. That's something an alive person does. Yeah…"
While Yang was nervously glancing over the sex-deformed body of a sexy cat woman, Salem was up high in the rafters, gazing down at the magnificent creature who had taken command of the room. Or, at least, she sort of saw her. A lot of her vision was blocked by Emerald's wonderful cake, where her face was still shoved into due to the tentacles of her own. But just above that thicc rump, her eyeline peered down onto the Grimmified blonde that had taken on her likeliness. Salem thought she was perfect; a ruthless, sexy, domineering creature that had limitless potential as one of her Whores-men. She had to remind herself that was why she was there. She wasn't just at that mansion so she could munch on Emerald's hefty black ass; she was there to take over the world, dammit! Maybe she couldn't overpower these Goddesses—and if she was honest, maybe she didn't want to overpower them—but that didn't mean she couldn't cut out a small slice of Remnant for herself. Or a large slice. Maybe a continent.
While Salem was contemplating that, Emerald just groaned in frustration. Partly, she was fed up with all this sexual nonsense. The other part of her was fed up that there was a sexy millennia-old woman with a beautiful ass-eating tongue that currently wasn't being put to use. She was fifty-fifty about the whole orgy now, and she would rather not think about any of these complicated ideas. She just knew that she was glad she wasn't Kali, and she was glad the Goddesses weren't paying attention to her.
While Emerald was glad about that, Ilia was freaking the fuck out.
While Ilia was freaking the fuck out, Blake was getting fucking mad.
"You…you monster," she hissed under her breath, her eyes narrowed and searing with rage. She clenched her fist and slowly rose to her feet. "You…you hurt my Mom."
It took a moment for Yang to notice her, but eventually, she became aware of the rising Faunus and smirked in her general direction.
"Oh, look who it is," Yang said smugly. "It's my girlfriend-turned-rival and tentacle mindfuck buddy. How is it going, Blake?"
Blake shrugged off her exposition-heavy greeting and shook with fury. Her golden eyes darted back and forth between the powerful demon and her bloated-bellied mother, hovering up in the air like some kind of perverted scarecrow. She thought she would have been jealous of her mother's fucked-up circumstances. She thought she would be longing for such a bizarre punishment. But she wasn't turned on by it. She wasn't accepting it. That mindfucking had gifted her clarity that she never had before, and having completed her goal of having sex with her mom, there was nothing left to cloud her vision. All she saw before her was her mother being tortured right in front of her eyes, violated against her will. Whatever lingering sympathy she had for Yang vanished in a flash of lightning, and she sneered and growled and readied herself for a fight. She was no longer Blake Belladonna, the incest-loving whore who drank animal semen and wanted to take over the world for revenge. She was Blake Belladonna: Member of Team RWBY and Huntress sworn to protect Humanity from the Grimm.
And there was a Grimm right in front of her waiting to get its ass kicked.
"Yang…" Blake growled before suddenly sprinting forward. "You motherfucker!"
Yang snickered. "Hey, technically you're the only one who fucked your—whoa!" Yang wasn't expecting Blake to reach her so quickly and had to jump back to avoid Blake's spinning roundhouse kick. The naked feline girl did not let up, chasing after Yang with a series of vicious claw strikes. Yang blocked the attacks the best she could, staying on the backstep as Blake pressed the offensive. Taking only a brief pause, Blake looked behind her and called for backup.
"Ilia, help!"
Never one to disappoint her sexy girlfriend, Ilia jumped back to her feet, removed the sex toys from her pussy, and sprinted into action. Yang didn't see her coming, so Ilia was easily able to take her by surprise, delivering a firm right hook to her pasty white jaw. Yang stumbled back, but she hardly had time to recover before both Faunus were up her ass—and not even in the fun way.
"Let go of Blake's mom!" Ilia cried, punching Yang in the gut.
"Screw you, you sister-murdering bitch!" Blake shouted kneeing Yang in the chin.
"Fuck your Grimm ass!"
"Crazy bitch!"
"Eat our shit!"
"Fuck you!"
"She's my girlfriend now!"
"Fuck your face!"
"Piss off!"
"Eat shit!"
"Die, asshole!"
"Face the power of our hot lesbian shit!"
"Catmeleon for life!"
"Catmeleon for fucking life!"
Yang took hit after hit, blow after blow, but eventually, she regained her bearings. She hadn't yet fully mastered her new Grimm abilities; if she had, their pathetic little rebellion would have been stamped out the instant they raised a finger to her. However, eventually, she managed to find her inner strength, and when Ilia threw a kick just a touch off her mark, Yang struck back. She grabbed onto Ilia's shin, snatching the redhead out of the air, and with an effortless display of strength, she swung Ilia into Blake like a baseball bat, sending both women crashing on top of each other in a fleshy, naked heap. Yang wiped away a trickle of blood from her lip, grimacing at the sign of her own mortality. She realized that those two bitches needed to pay for their transgressions, and once she fully recovered, she realized just the way she was going to do that.
"Okay," she said bitterly. "Let's do some fucked up shit."
Yang snapped her fingers, and more tentacles emerged from the ground, looping around their limps and dragging them apart. Ilia was thrown into the corner while Blake was brought before Yang as the first sacrifice. The tentacles turned Blake over and forced her down onto her hands and knees like a dog, facing away from her Grimm captor.
"Do your worst, bitch!" Blake shouted. "You won't fucking break me."
"Yeah, no shit," Yang stated. "You literally shoved an eggbeater inside your vagina. Your body is made of Teflon and pretty much anything I do to you, you are just going to love."
"Hey, don't kink shame me," Blake said, though she admitted Yang had a point. She was a tough, slutty woman. There weren't many sex acts that could truly ruin her. If Yang was going to do some ecchi shit, she would have to get pretty unique. That, however, scared her. Yang's imagination had always been her strong suit. If there was anyone who could creatively rape her, it would be Yang Xiao Long. Now that she had the morality of a Grimm, all limitations were off.
"Don't worry," Yang stated. "I think I got something perfect for a kitty cat like you."
Kitty cat? Oh. It was a cat thing. Of course. Blake saw another black portal open up in front of her, and a tentacle rose from the ground. Unlike the one that penetrated her mom, this particular tentacle was quite…small. Like a straw. It was small enough to fit up inside her nose—oh shit, was that what Yang had planned for her? Blake's heartbeat quickened, though it died back down when the tentacle shot beneath her and wriggled around into her ass. She winced as the little tentacle rope wormed its way deep into her ass, though unlike the girthy thing inside her mom, it planted firm and did not move any deeper. Blake didn't let down her guard though. She knew Yang had something more planned for her.
Those plans became clearer when the black portal disappeared, and Blake saw that the tentacle actually had an end-point. Two, in fact, as the tendril split apart into two separate pieces at its end, each one tipped by two, perfect, nipple-sized suction cups.
Blake suddenly understood. Kitty cat. Milk. Ah. Naturally.
The suction cups flew beneath Blake as well, and she braced herself for them to latch onto her tits. But, she did not feel their slimy grips grip her slimily. Instead, the suction cups flew out the other side of her and up to their real targets: Kali's huge breasts, already succulent and full of rich, warm milk. The MILF cat didn't put up much of a resistance as the slippery suction cups jumped up and clamped themselves over her nipples, securing themselves in place. A moan escaped Kali's throat as she reacted to the suction cups pulling on her breasts, tugging them out, and getting a feel for how far they could push her. Yang crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the magic to occur. It took a few moments for the tentacle to get started, needing to fully warm up Kali's tits for pumping—but soon, one of their tugs unleashed the flood gates, and Yang could see a small lump journey down the length of the tentacle.
It wasn't much longer before the lump finished its journey, and Blake felt a brief moment of stretching, relaxing, and then a burning hot spurt of milk splash deep into her ass.
And then another splash.
And another.
And Blake leaned down, pressing her forehead against the marble floor as the milk sloshed around her insides.
"Oh, God-fucking-dammit!"
Yang laughed. "What's that, Blake? I thought cats loved milk?"
"Fuck you…" Blake groaned, unable to hide her discomfort. Each burst of milk pushed out her asshole to fit inside of her, and that only added to the strange sensations going on in her lower half. The milk was unnaturally hot, far hotter than it was on her tongue earlier. Whatever dark magic Yang was working with, it allowed the milk to rise to a near boiling point. Each new pump of milk got her insides hotter and hotter, and she didn't just feel her insides stretch out to compensate, but she felt herself grow heavier too. Her doggy-style posture grew slightly weaker with each second, her legs spreading further apart, her elbows buckling, her belly dripping a little bit lower to the floor. Her posture soon wouldn't be the source of that last one, because as the pumps continued, she realized that her belly was starting to grow to compensate.
And Yang wasn't done yet. She extended her arm, and her other captive was suddenly launched across the room, flying straight toward her. Ilia screamed as she flew helplessly through the air, unable to stop herself as she sped toward the grinning former blonde. Her arms were bound behind her, tentacles bound just beneath her tits. She had no way of fighting back—but fortunately, Yang was there to catch her. She caught Ilia head-on, holding her out in her arms and grinning sadistically. Ilia's fear rose exponentially when she realized that she was balanced directly on top of her massive, erect, twitching horse cock.
"S'up, babe?" Yang smirked. "Like what you see?"
Looking around, Ilia could say—mostly not. She was never as intense of a whore as the others. Most of her fetishes revolved around Blake's pussy, or her pussy on Blake's face, or Blake's pussy on her pussy. Tentacles? Not really. She didn't know why Yang decided that now she would overload the room with insane anal tentacle porn, but she knew she didn't want to be a part of it. Now, did the hardcore fucking trigger some small sense of attraction within her? Of course. That was only natural. But she would rather not find out how deep that attraction went.
"Yang, look," she said nervously. "I get that we may not have had a good relationship in the past…"
"No shit."
"But I really would rather not get a tentacle in my ass."
"Oh, don't worry," Yang stated. "I'm not going to do that. There are enough tentacles for now."
Ilia didn't feel any relief. She knew there would be a bad follow-up.
"So, uh—"
"I'm going to fuck you with my massive dick!" Yang laughed, and she slid her lubricated cock along Ilia's slit, causing the redhead to jump.
"U-Uh, I don't…no thank you!" Ilia squealed as Yang repositioned her onto the tip of her dick. "I'm a lesbian."
"We are all these days."
"No, I mean seriously!" Ilia shouted. "I don't like penises. I've never had a penis inside of me ever. Not even a girl dick."
"Well, this ain't a girl dick," Yang said, pressing the tip against Ilia's entrance. The massive thing barely looked like it would fit inside, but somehow, they both figured it was going to make it in there.
"I don't want horse dick either!" Ilia clarified.
"That's what they all say," Yang said, licking her lips. "But they just need to…"
Push.
"Make…"
Push.
"It…"
Push.
"Work!"
Yang's cock entered Ilia as deep as it could go, and the Faunus let out a distorted, pleasured cry. Yang grabbed her underneath by the ass and forcibly bounced Ilia up and down on her cock, spreading her wide against her animal appendage. She couldn't fit the entirety of her oversized cock inside of the redhead, but she damn well tried, thrusting as hard as she could, each bashing of their hips like a car crash. Her horse balls slapped up against Ilia's pussy with each pound, and Ilia tried desperately to hold on as her body and mind were overcome with a disturbing, breaking pleasure. There was too much dick for the young lesbian to handle, and she screamed and screamed and screamed as the wet slapping sounds of their fucking filled the air.
"Damn, you ride this dick good!" Yang laughed, watching Ilia's body bounce with delight. "Take all that cock, baby! Take it in front of everyone!"
Ilia didn't want to be seen enjoying the cock as much as she was, but she couldn't help it. Every woman in the room could see her moaning. They could see her pussy stretch and accept Yang's demonic dick in all its glory, her body desperately wanting more. They saw how it filled her up, but they could only guess the fullness and fulfillment it brought her. She was riding Yang's cock like it was a rodeo, and neither of them had any intention of stopping. As much as Ilia hated it, she was pushing herself down on Yang's cock too, trying to get as much of the organ inside her as possible. Clearly, the whole thing wouldn't fit, but who knew how much she could get stretched out?
Speaking of stretched, Blake's anal torture showed no sign of stopping, even as she long since reached her normal limits. Kali's breasts were magical; literally. By the Goddess's command, her tits had been filled up with milk, and that led to an infinite supply of delicious warm cream being refilled into her boobs—and by proxy, Blake's ass. The tentacles worked her over, milking her like a cow, and she was so disoriented from the tentacle writhing in her body that she didn't even notice or care. All of her senses had become dulled, and her eyes were rolled back into her head, stopping her from seeing the world around her. She did hear lots of moans. Moans from her daughter, whose ass was flooded with mother's milk. She couldn't see what had fully become of Blake. The young Faunus felt the milk spurt against her insides, growing hotter and hotter, and even when the tentacle dipped underwater, she still felt it trying to fill her up. And fill her up it did—her stomach had become swollen to the point of a mock pregnancy, jiggling and resting against the floor. It was the thing keeping her upright anymore, and she thought it was going to burst at any moment. That would have provided some kind of relief from the heat, at least. Unfortunately, her milk enema showed no signs of stopping. Who knew? Maybe it would start pouring out of her mouth. Like mother, like daughter.
Yang realized she could cum on command a few minutes into thoroughly wrecking Ilia's pussy. She couldn't make up her mind whether to cum inside or give her a facial, but fortunately, her demonic balls came packing and she never had to choose. She rammed her cock right up against Ilia's cervix, sending the young redhead into orgasmic overdrive. Yang merely smirked as she filled Ilia up to the brim, giving the shy lesbian her first creampie. She didn't stop there. She pulled out and dumped Ilia on the floor, the poor girl leaking out cum like a fire hydrant. Yang grabbed her spasming cock and aimed it at Ilia's body, spraying her down with blasts of cum. Ilia was powerless to shield herself from the ropes hitting her in the face and streaking across her tits, and when all was said and done, she was lying in a pool of Yang's cum, full, fucked, and ultimately, unsatisfied.
Yang, of course, was very satisfied. Because that was merely the beginning. She had another goal in mind. She glanced up into the rafters.
Her eyes met with Salem's, and she licked her lips. The original Grimm Queen gazed down at her with pride and lust. Yang wasn't so sure she'd be grinning in the next few minutes.
It turned out the one kink Rubies weren't into was getting murdered over and over again.
Ruby was just as surprised as anyone else. How could she not be into getting murdered? The idea of someone choking the life out of her, using her lifeless corpse as a fucksleeve? That seemed like it'd be hot as shit. And yet, there she was, getting murdered and not enjoying it.
Do you know who also wasn't into getting murdered? Ruby. Ruby was pretty shocked by that. Getting murdered seemed pretty hot. Yet, when that sword pierced through her chest and the blood drained out of her naked body, she was actually pretty annoyed by the whole thing.
Ruby was also annoyed, though not necessarily by the murder. Okay, yes, that was a major cause of concern. But what really pissed her off was Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, and Ruby all blocking the fucking exit, cramming up the doorway with their bodies in a desperate attempt to escape. Could a woman not get accidentally trapped into a room with a murderer by her own clones? Not that she would stay mad for long. Soon, Cinder would kill them all too, and then she wouldn't be mad about anything. Until she came back, of course. They always came back.
That was the one positive. Cinder and the Goddess of Hate made a perfect alliance of Ruby death and resurrection. They had found a perfect rhythm, killing, reviving, reviving, and killing as they pleased. Each Ruby hardly had to wait five seconds before they sprung back to life, no matter how gruesome or grizzly their injuries were. Exploded? Resurrected. Decapitated? Resurrected. Kicked really, really, really hard in the vagina? Resurrected. Each Ruby death brought two new Rubies back to life and quickly led to an exponential number of Ruby growth. It was hard to tell how many were in the room now. Twenty? Thirty? It didn't matter. The point was that the room was desperately overcrowded by Rubies, leaving them little room to maneuver or escape. Cinder was having an incredible amount of fun, her imagination running wild as she created new ways to slaughter Rubies. The Goddess of Hate also greatly enjoyed the murder, being a Goddess of literal hate and all. It was like music. Really violent, disgusting, sexy music. The only people who didn't seem to enjoy it were the Rubies themselves…and maybe that Schnee bitch, but no one gave a fuck about her opinions.
"Come on! What are you running from?" Cinder laughed. She extended out her Grimm arm and fished into the Sea of Rubies, snatching one unfortunate redhead from the pack and dragging her over to the bed. The poor Ruby screamed, clawing in the air toward the other Rubies for assistance, but they were all preoccupied with their own safety. Cinder pulled in the desperate Ruby close, holding her aloft by her neck.
"S-Seriously?" Ruby choked. "Can't you kill someone else? You already got me three times!"
"And here's the fourth!" Cinder shouted. She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, and all at once, Ruby's head popped off like a cork on a wine bottle, flying across the room like so many Ruby heads had. Cinder threw the rest of Ruby's body up into the air, and as the corpse spun around like a spinning top, she pointed some finger guns at it and smirked. "Pew pew!"
The body glowed, the head flew back through the air and combined with the body—and suddenly Ruby gasped back to life, plopping back down onto the bed. She looked up and Cinder and growled.
"Will you stop doing—"
Suddenly, there was another bright glow above her, and that Ruby's Soul fell out of the sky and landed directly on top of the first Ruby. The Soul Ruby looked up at Cinder and growled.
"Will you stop doing that?" she cried in rage.
"Yeah!" Ruby shouted. "What she said!"
Cinder just rolled her eyes. "Oh please, what are you mad about? Are you telling me you don't like being murdered, you kinky freak?"
Ruby shook her head. "Of course not! Why would we like that? It hurts like fuck and I get thrown into an eternity of darkness. There's literally nothing cool down there."
"And I get sent to the fires of Hell!" Ruby stated. "A few seconds out here is a thousand years down there! The demons down there kill our libido so we can't get off on the flames! It's the worst!"
Cinder snickered. "Uh, yeah. It's Hell. What did you expect? Loser."
The Rubies tried to crawl out of the bed and slip away into the Ruby crowd, and fortunately, it worked. Then again, it was only because Cinder had a short attention span. She was already scanning the Rubies for one that happened to stand out to her, and her gaze happened to fall upon an ass that was sticking out of the Ruby pile. She grinned and snatched that Ruby toward her, the poor girl kicking and screaming. She flew above the recently resurrected Rubies, and in a panic, the two of them rolled off the bed, landing safely on the floor, out of Cinder's view. As Cinder wrestled the new Ruby victim into position, the floored Rubies noticed a presence to their left underneath the bed.
"Weiss?" they said in unison, though they were quickly shushed by the naked, bloody, and semeny Schnee.
Weiss realized rather quickly that the orgy of gore—the gorgy—wasn't for her. Though she was mildly intrigued by the idea of having more than one Ruby to call her girlfriend, she wasn't particularly fond of the method. She didn't need to see Ruby get murdered over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. She may have had fuzzy boundaries when it came to incest, but literal killings were where she drew the line. Plus, there was the fact that only Rubies seemed to be resurrected. All it took was one errant arrow or one wrong glance from the psychopathic Fall Maiden, and she would be sliced and diced like a sweet onion. She doubted the Goddess of Hate would be interested in reviving her, either. She was cowering underneath the bed for her own mental sanity and her own physical safety. Yet, her guilt was immense. She saw the blood on the walls and the scampering of bare feet beside her. She heard the panicked, high-pitched screams filling up the room. There was a Ruby genocide going on and she was unable to stop it.
The two revived Rubies glanced at each other, sensing Weiss's fear. Even though they may have been kinky freaks, they still loved Weiss dearly. They didn't want her to suffer as they suffered. Specifically, they didn't want her to suffer like Cinder's current Ruby was suffering. The flailing redhead was on her knees, and Cinder was elbow deep inside her ass, turning and twisting her fist about. Was it possible to anally fist someone to death? Cinder wasn't sure, but she seemed like she was interested in trying! Ruby looked down at Ruby, and they read each other's minds. Primarily because they were each other.
"Weiss, we need to get you out of here," Ruby stated.
"We can get you to the door," Ruby explained. "We just have to push through the other Rubies."
Weiss shook her head. "Are you crazy? Don't draw attention to yourselves. You don't want to get murdered a fifth time."
Ruby was about to counter her argument, but she suddenly heard a loud squelch, and then a bright beam of light appeared over the bed above her. She pursed her lips in surprise. She guessed it was possible to fist someone to death.
Cinder's triumphant voice rang out throughout the room as she gazed out toward her future victims. She shook her hand free of the clear juices and other things before resting it on her hip. "Well, who's next? Come on, don't all raise your hands at once." The thirty-something Rubies weren't listening to her, however. They were all too busy trying to pile through the door at the same time, wedging themselves in the entranceway. They were a crazed mass of limbs, no one Ruby quite managing to flee. That was unfortunate, as Cinder knew she couldn't let her fun escape her. She extended out her arm, and suddenly a massive wall of fire emerged in the front door. The Rubies all screamed and scrambled away; or at least, most of them. A few of them ended up all crispy and charred, though Cinder didn't let them escape her either. She snapped her fingers, and after another burst of light, seven Rubies fell down from the ceiling, landing in a heap on the floor.
Cinder cleared her throat. "Attention, Rubies—"
Another bright glow appeared above her, and seven more Rubies fell on top of their former bodies. Cinder glanced back up at the Goddess of Hate, who flashed her an approving thumbs up.
"Go ahead," she noted.
"Thank you," said Cinder. "Attention Rubies…you are super fucked."
The Rubies looked at Cinder.
Cinder looked at the Rubies.
She shrugged. "That was all. Just wanted to rub it in."
One of the Rubies in the vast sea of Rubies let out a loud groan. "When are you going to make this end?"
Cinder raised an eyebrow. "End?"
"Yeah!" screamed another Ruby. "How many Rubies do you need to make before you're happy?"
Cinder pondered that for a few moments. She didn't know if she had really thought it through all that heavily. She was kind of just enjoying the moment, letting one Ruby slaughter blend into the next. "I don't know…a few thousand?"
The Rubies let out a collective, anguished cry. "A few thousand?"
"Yeah," Cinder said, explaining her reasoning. "I'm going to need a Ruby for each purpose, obviously. Ten are my permanent harem, living chained to my bedpost. At least twenty of you will live in the walls, servicing as my on-demand glory holes. We'll definitely need some exclusive sluts on the go. Then we're going to need the staff: cooking, cleaning, bathing, feeding. Then we need Rubies in my armies—"
"Armies?"
"You think I'm going to stop conquering people? Obviously not," Cinder said authoritatively. "I can't go raping and pillaging villages in Remnant all by myself. You can go in and help me out with that. You and my Grimm army. Speaking of which, anyone here feel like getting bred to have some Grimm babies?"
More than a few Rubies raised their hands, but several of the more self-conscious Rubies smacked those hands down. One of the most self-conscious ones pushed her way to the front of the pack, taking a stand against their most dangerous predator.
"Cinder, listen," Ruby said. "This has gone on far enough."
Cinder laughed. "Bullshit."
"No! No bullshit!" Ruby stated. "None of us want to be Grimm mothers, or pillagers, or glory hole sluts!"
"Speak for yourself, sister."
"Zip it!" Ruby shouted behind her, before returning her attention to Cinder. "Look, we're subs, okay? We admit that. We have no problem admitting that. If you want to do BDSM or even crazy BDSM, we'd be down for that. There are more than enough Rubies for you to partake in whatever fucked up fantasies you want. You had no problem getting off with one of us. Do you need several thousand? Three Rubies is probably more than enough for you. We don't enjoy this. We don't know what safeword would even work with you, but I promise you, we hate this. You can take three of us. Just let the rest of us go and please…stop fucking murdering us!"
That was a sentiment the rest of the Rubies could agree with. While they were plenty masochistic, none of them wanted to experience Hell-slash-nothingness again. Cinder's fantasy may have had exciting elements to it, but if it required each of them to get murdered several dozen more times—or even several hundred more times—they weren't sure if it was worth it. They were sick and tired of dying repeatedly. Why they thought any of them could convince Cinder to spare their lives was something they hadn't considered. But dammit, they had to stand up for what they believed in. Even if Cinder ignored their pleas, at least they would die not as desperate whores, but brave warriors standing up for their lives…ignoring the part where they offered some of themselves to be submissive whores in exchange for peace.
Cinder could have just killed them. She could have ignored the will of the Rubies and easily gone back to her evil ways. It would be extremely simple. She could start with the outspoken one. Punch her in the twat so hard her head split open. However, Cinder was not a woman of simplicity. When she destroyed Beacon, did she just plant a few bombs and call it a day? No…she infiltrated the Academy, hijacked into its software, manipulated the events of the Vytal Festival, used her friend's hallucination powers to trick one of the students into murdering a robot, reprogrammed a bunch of Atlas robots, and then live-streamed the whole affair. Simple was not in her fucking vocabulary. So, instead of killing them, Cinder had an idea. A really fucked up idea. Somehow more fucked up than killing and reviving a bunch of Rubies.
Cinder smiled. "So…you all feel like that?"
Ruby saw the nodding approval of others and reaffirmed her position. "Yes. We would like to stop being murdered."
Cinder knowingly sighed. "Well…that's very surprising. I can't believe you all let this lesser Ruby convince you of that."
The Rubies all looked at each other, baffled. The lead Ruby eyed Cinder suspiciously. "Lesser Ruby?"
Cinder checked her nails like an absolute queen. "I mean, of course. After all…a real Ruby would never be against getting murdered. Wouldn't you agree?"
Ruby's eyes went wide. No…she wouldn't…
"Hey," muttered one of the other Rubies. "I'm a real Ruby…"
God. Fucking. Dammit.
"Actions speak louder than words," Cinder stated. "Think about it. Getting the life strangled out of you. Having your body torn open, the violent agony of your blood and organs getting splattered everywhere. Choking to death on my cock. Only a real Ruby would be enough of a submissive slut to give not just her body to me, but her entire life. A real Ruby would slit her own throat and let me use her blood as lube. Any Ruby that wouldn't be willing to do that, well…how can you truly say you are a Ruby at all?"
There were a couple of awkward shifts. A few mumbles. Questions among themselves. The lead Ruby was growing slightly fearful, and Cinder could see it in her eyes.
"You all know it," Cinder said. "You want to give yourselves to me. You want to be reduced to brainless fuckmachines for my Grimm army. You want to lose all sense of your personhood and identity. That's all a Ruby is, isn't it? Ruby Rose is a desperate slut for punishment. Rubies don't deserve self-respect. They deserve to be killed. By me, ideally. A life as my slave would be the ultimate punishment…one only a true Ruby could handle. But since you all seem to be against it, I guess none of you were really Ruby enough to become my whore. What a shame."
The murmurs grew louder. The doubts amongst the forty-plus Ruby crowd increased. Did Cinder have a point? They had all been secretly doubting the authenticity of their Ruby-ness ever since they discovered there was a difference between those who were Souls ripped from the afterlife and those who were mere bodies reenergized with life. That knowledge, that they were each half of an ultimate whole, left them contemplating how much of the "true" Ruby even remained. Though they carried her memories, her thoughts, her feelings, and her big titties, they wondered if it was all part of some grand illusion. Perhaps they were all just shadows, desperate to return to the light, and that dream of becoming whole left them with a yearning that stung deep beneath their lust and desire.
But the lead Ruby knew she couldn't get distracted by that shit. She had a pod of Rubies to protect? Or…a school of Rubies? A family of Rubies? As long as it wasn't a murder of Rubies, she'd be good.
"Hey, stop it!" she yelled at her other-selves. "Don't listen to her. We don't want any of that stuff. Right?"
The crowd died down for a moment—but then a single voice rose up in rebellion.
"Not right!" Another Ruby scrambled forward to the front of the pack. "I want that stuff! I want a big Grimm dick to knock me up! I want Cinder to cut off my arms and legs and turn me into an amputated fuckdummy!"
"Get a grip, will you?" Ruby shouted, but Ruby was having none of it.
"Who decided that you got to speak for all of us?" Ruby asked. "You don't represent us! You're not even a real Ruby!"
"What? Of course, I am!" Ruby claimed. "We're all real Rubies!"
"Bullshit!" said Ruby. "Cinder is right. A Ruby doesn't have any self-respect. You're just a Ruby pretender!"
"Yeah! Ruby pretender!" screamed out another Ruby.
"You're full of shit!" shouted another from the crowd.
Ruby rubbed her temples in frustration. "Listen, Rubies are more than just horny sluts. We're also compassionate and protective and stuff. You can't just call me a fake Ruby because I don't want to get murdered.
"You're a fake Ruby because you don't represent us!" Ruby cried. "We should elect a spokesperson who represents all Rubies, not some charlatan who won't even admit to her kinks!"
"Yeah, fuck her!"
"She's a liar!"
"Ruby for President!"
Ruby gritted her teeth. "Shut up, all of you! I'm trying to save your lives!"
"We don't want our lives saved!"
"Yes, you do!"
"No, we don't! Rubies should be murdered by Cinder!"
"No, you do! I know you do! I am you!"
"You're not me! You lost your true Ruby essence when you were brought back to life! The only authentic Ruby is one who enjoys pain!"
"Oh yeah?" Ruby slapped Ruby hard in the face. "How do you like that? Still think you are an authentic Ruby now?"
Ruby rubbed her cheek. "Yes! I would like another."
Another Ruby politely tapped Ruby on the shoulder. "Hey, Ruby, can I get one of those?"
Ruby replied by punching Ruby hard in the nose. "Fuck off, bitch!"
Ruby spiraled to the ground, blood dripping from her nose, and Ruby and Ruby rushed to her side, deeply concerned. The other Rubies gasped in shock, slowly surrounding Ruby in a circle, whispering to one another.
"She hit Ruby."
"Oh my God."
"What kind of Ruby attacks another Ruby?"
"Ruby was right. She's no Ruby at all."
Ruby realized that the walls were closing in on her. Literally. The Rubies were all surrounded her, their naked bodies forming a perfect boundary preventing her from escaping. Their faces were dark and cruel. She had broken the unspoken Ruby code, and now, she was no longer one of them. From the top of the bed, Cinder smiled smugly, amused at how the Rubies had all turned on one another. She once again played the role of a master manipulator, convincing all of the Rubies of their inferiority. However, there was still one final piece to play, and right before all of the Rubies attacked their former leader, Cinder spoke up again.
"You know…that Ruby was onto something."
Suddenly, all the Rubies stopped and turned back toward Cinder. The center Ruby nervously raised her voice.
"I-I did?"
"I mean, she didn't realize it," Cinder admitted. "But maybe she is the most real Ruby of them all."
All of the Rubies looked inward toward Ruby with shock, and then back toward Cinder. "She is?" they all asked at once.
"Of course. Maybe even Ruby enough to become my slave," Cinder admitted. "Realizing one's worthlessness as a Ruby is necessary, of course. But she doesn't merely show disdain for her own Rubyness. She also hates other Rubies, too. She recognizes that all Rubies deserve to be beaten, humiliated, and killed. The truest Ruby is the one that doesn't just want to be killed for sexual pleasure—but she also derives sexual pleasure from killing Rubies.
Ruby looked at Ruby.
And Ruby looked at Ruby.
And Ruby looked at Ruby.
And Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby looked at Ruby who looked at Cinder.
They all came to the same realization at the exact same time. They all wanted to be submissive to Cinder. They all wanted to be whole. And, above all else, they all wanted to be a real Ruby.
And there was only one way to prove how real they were.
No one knew which one it was, but one of the Rubies closed her eyes and screamed as loud as she could.
"Ruby Deathmatch!"
All hell broke loose. The entire room became filled with violent, unhinged screams as the Rubies lunged at one another. Tearing at each other's throats. One Ruby decked another Ruby in the jaw. Another Ruby kicked a Ruby in the stomach. Most of the Rubies jumped and tried to strangle a different Ruby, wrapping their hands around their throats and squeezing tight. More than a few Rubies grabbed their hands and made them squeeze harder. The former Ruby leader tried to escape, but one Ruby jumped on top of her and, without warning, sat directly on her face.
"Suffocate in my muff!" Ruby cried, pressing her slit as hard as she could onto Ruby's airway. The Ruby beneath her flailed, desperately trying to force Rub off her face, but she was overwhelmed by the taste of her pussy, trapped in a lust-filled trace. Ruby grabbed onto her hair and forced her even deeper inside her vagina, pinching her nose to completely shut off her breathing. Ruby screamed for help, but her cries were snuffed out. Eventually, her panic subsided, and her body grew numb. She stopped struggling, and Ruby triumphantly humped her lifeless face for good measure.
"Haha! Take that!" Ruby laughed. "I'm the real—"
However, before Ruby could celebrate, another Ruby jumped on her shoulders, pinning Ruby's head between her thick, muscular thighs.
"You're mine now!" Ruby cried. Ruby gasped as her other's thighs squeezed her neck, choking her. Ever head burned between Ruby's thighs, and she felt Ruby's wet pussy smear against the back of her neck. She tried to say something, but Ruby wouldn't let her talk. The trapped Ruby dug her claws into Ruby's flesh, but Ruby being Ruby, that only made her squeeze harder. Harder. Harder….
And then with a loud pop, Ruby twisted her hips, and Ruby's neck snapped like a twig.
Ruby rolled off her other, letting her dead body fall to the floor. She stood up triumphantly, standing amidst the chaos of endless Ruby slaughter. She raised her hand in victory.
"One Ruby down, forty to go!" she declared. "Who wants some. Huh? Huh? Who wants—"
Suddenly, a powerful ray of light appeared above her, and the Ruby that she literally just murdered fell from the sky and landed on her shoulders—trapping her head between her thighs. Ruby gasped for air, while Ruby just laughed maniacally.
"Payback's a Ruby, ain't it bitch! Die, die, die!"
From afar, Cinder gleefully watched the slaughter. She couldn't precisely figure out what was happening, but she loved it. There was a gigantic pile of Ruby bodies all trying to fuck each other up, and ever now and then, she'd see an individual battle spill out of the sidelines. She saw one Ruby stab another Ruby's eyes out. She saw a group of Rubies surround one Ruby and tear her apart limb from limb, holding up her body parts as trophies. There was a lot of screaming and yelling and cursing. Blood flew everywhere, occasionally splashing Cinder in the face, though she just calmly collected it on her finger and wiped it off on her leg. The Rubies were intent on destroying each other until there was only one Ruby left standing—a task that was made impossible by the fact that Cinder and the Goddess of Hate continued to revive them, adding to the Ruby pile.
One of the Rubies, bloodied and bruised, escaped the pile, and much to Cinder's surprise, she sprinted straight toward her. Cinder curiously kept up her guard in case the Ruby tried something funny, but she didn't have anything to worry about. The Ruby was not there to fight. Instead, she slid onto her knees in front of Cinder and pleadingly looked up at the Fall Maiden.
"Mistress Cinder, punish me!"
Cinder smirked. "Punish you?"
"Yes," Ruby stated. "I've killed so many Rubies. I've been so bad, Mistress. Please…punish me."
Cinder laughed. "Well, if you insist!"
As the Ruby beamed with pure delight, Cinder grabbed onto her hair and forced the young redhead's face back onto her cock. She slid the monster between her legs back into the familiar comfort of Ruby's throat, taking pleasure in Ruby's discomforted gurgles and gasps. Unlike before, though, Cinder didn't have to worry about her running out of air. She didn't need to balance and time her thrusts so that Ruby could handle her. She didn't concern herself by Ruby's squirming, or how her throat expanded and collapsed over her dick, gripping it like a vice and coating it in saliva. Hell, Cinder didn't even thrust at all. She just buried her cock deep inside of Ruby's mouth and refused to budge. The young thing didn't even put up a fight. She just knelt there, gladly taking everything Cinder had at once. She made a bunch of disturbing noises, and her eyes flickered back into her head, but she didn't resist. She deserved it after all. Her body was covered in the fluids from her victims. She was a vicious Ruby murderer. She needed to be violently punished. She needed to die. Hell was where a Ruby like her belonged.
After three and a half more minutes, the Ruby got her wish. Her gurgles and her groans stopped, and eventually, she stopped kneeling and started, well, dangling off the end of Cinder's dick. Her face was expressionless, and a thick trail of drool and cum managed to leak out the bottom of her lips and drip onto the floor. Cinder slapped her in the head a few extra times for good measure, making sure she didn't react. When she was certain that Ruby was dead, she retracted her cock, and without anything to prop her up, Ruby's body fell forward and came to a rest on Cinder's lap. The last bits of her cum-mixed saliva drooled onto the base of Cinder's dick, and Cinder looked down at the thing resting against her with proud disdain. Such a worthless being, she thought. A pathetic whore whose only contribution to the world was the suffer and die on her cock. The lifeless naked body was clinging to her, refusing to fall, as if there was some semblance of self still clinging to life. Cinder knew that it didn't matter. The bitch was dead. Good, dead, and fucked. She supposed that she should have resurrected her by now. She was sure that the Goddess had already resurrected her Soul. However, as Cinder grabbed onto the body's head and leaned her back, she came to a realization.
She was evil.
She had a corpse right in front of her.
She was probably only going to do this once.
And it was still kind of cute.
"Eh," Cinder shrugged. "Fuck it. Might as well."
Cinder summoned a sword in her free hand, and in one swift motion, she cut Ruby's head off her shoulders. Then, holding the skull aloft in the light, she hungrily started making out with it.
That was Weiss's cue to leave. The poor Schnee had been hiding the entire time, watching the insanity unfold from the safety beneath the bed. She had nothing to gain by staying there any longer, and fortunately, she had her opportunity. The Rubies were no longer clogging up the doorway, and Cinder was too busy licking her own cum out of Ruby's severed head to stop her. Weiss slowly inched her way out from the bed, crawling out into the open. She checked around her one final time, and when she was absolutely certain that the coast was clear, she quickly climbed up to her feet and sprinted toward the doorway. Though no eyes were upon her and the path to the doorway was only a few yards, she felt the pressure building as she ran as fast as she could. She dove straight through the Ruby pile, ducking and weaving around the crazed redheads as they continued horrifically maiming and killing one another. A few eyeballs flew past her head, and she nearly tripped on a pool of blood, and she had to fight to block out all of the gross murder noises in every direction. She was terrified that she would be mistaken for a Ruby, and one of the manic Huntresses would lunge on her and snap her neck before she could escape. She just had to keep moving. She had to survive. That was all that mattered anymore. She had to live. She was almost there…
Weiss broke free through the doorway and entered the main hall, leaving the chaos behind her.
The first thing she realized was how cold it was—or rather, how hot the bedroom had become. It made sense, give the massive increase of bodies and sexual activity. Shivers ran up and down her bare skin. Her footsteps echoed through the hall as she sprinted away. She couldn't believe it. There was no twist, no last-minute capture or foiling of her plans. She was out of the madness. She was free. Weiss Schnee had escaped the Ruby Rose Murder Party, and now, all that was left to do was to escape the mansion and the rest of the Goddess's wrath. She didn't know where she would go, or if there was even a place that would be free from their watch. They were Gods, after all. Who knew if she could ever truly leave them? Maybe their perverted thoughts would continue to haunt her. Perhaps they would hunt her down and force her to participate in some new sexual absurdities. However, despite her trepidation, she refused to let that affect her. She would go somewhere far away, deep into the wilderness if she had to. She would live a life of solitude, never touching herself again if that was what it took. She didn't care anymore. What mattered was that she was finally free. Weiss had escaped. Finally, she could leave it all behind her.
But then, she suddenly came to a stop.
Leave it all behind…leave Ruby behind.
She…she was a good person. Or at least, she used to be. That was why she became a Huntress, right? She wanted to protect people. She swore to protect people. Granted, it was hard to remember that these days. With everything that had happened—the incest, seduction, the impregnation, the tentacles, the murders, the resurrections—it was hard to know who Weiss Schnee even was anymore. Was she the daughter or a noble trying to redeem her family's legacy, or was she just some pervert living out her most disturbing fantasies? Honestly, she couldn't tell, and that terrified her.
There were screams coming from the room behind her. Helpless, terrified screams. Ruby's screams. Screams from the woman she loved more than anyone in the world. Screams from the woman who befriended her, protected her, cared about her, and taught her that she could be more than she thought she ever could be. Maybe those screams were purposeful. Maybe it was true that those Rubies wanted to die, but…could she really be okay with that? Was she supposed to just let all of those Rubies die? Let the survivors become sex slaves to Cinder Fall of all people? She was abandoning them all in their time of need, and somehow—somehow—she felt more disgusted with herself than after any of the sex acts she performed that night.
Weiss slowly turned around and clenched her fists. The open doorway was staring her in the face, the writhing bodies within like some eldritch nightmare of naked flesh. What the fuck was wrong with her? She couldn't just leave that behind. She couldn't just let Ruby go, not after everything it took to bring her back. Okay, technically she didn't do anything to bring her back herself, but she couldn't experience that loss again. She refused to let that be the end of her story. Ruby was the love of her life, and nothing was going to stop them from being together. Nothing.
Weiss sprinted back to the room. She stopped just within the doorway. The heat and the stench of blood and sex were almost too much for her to bear, but she entered anyway. The chaotic fight was in the center of the room, Cinder standing on the bed smooching a severed head, and the Goddess of Hate humming above as if she was conducting the whole affair. Weiss knew her options were limited. She wasn't able to defeat the Goddess of Hate. That much was obvious. It was possible she could beat Cinder in a fight if she had her weapons and she got the drop on her, but that was too risky. Plus, given the depraved state of the Rubies, she wasn't sure if they would try to stop her. She doubted she could save all the Rubies either. Too many of them were lost in the madness, convinced of their worthlessness and the need to kill themselves.
But she could save one.
She could save at least one of them.
Weiss Schnee could save a life one last time.
With a determined yell, Weiss reached forward and threw her arms into the battle, grasping for someone. She felt boobs and thighs and squishy parts run through her fingers, unable to fully grab them. But she kept trying. She rummaged around, not knowing what or who she would find. Every second she spent within the room was a second she risked attracting Cinder's attention or being mistakenly killed. She knew she had to hurry. She just had to grab something. She growled and pushed herself as deep as she could, desperately trying to grab something.
Suddenly, she felt something fall into her hands. Her finger managed to latch onto a wrist, and she knew she had her chance. She grabbed onto the arm with both hands, and with a furious yell, she pulled as hard as she possibly could. Fueled by her love, she managed to pull the lucky Ruby free inch by inch, and despite the resistance and the fear, she finally managed to create an opening and pull the Ruby out into the open air. The Ruby cried out in shock as she flew out of the huddle, landing in Weiss's arms. The terrified thing looked up at Weiss in surprise, and when Weiss looked down at her, she realized that she looked familiar. Well, obviously she looked familiar. She was a Ruby. But it was more than that. Weiss recognized her messy hair, the claw marks on her back, and the burn marks on her belly from hot wax. She felt how slimy she was, completely covered in Cinder's cum. Weiss immediately recognized her as Cinder's Ruby—the original. The first body ever resurrected. Weiss smiled at the young girl in her arms, and without wanting to stick around any longer, she pulled the Ruby along and fled back into the hallway.
"Come on, Ruby! We need to go!" Weiss shouted. She re-entered the hall, feeling the cool, liberating air rush over her as she rescued the Ruby from her life of enslavement. However, she only took a few steps before she realized that the redhead was dragging behind her, and she was forced to come to a halt in the middle of the hall. When she looked back at Ruby, she was confused as hell. "What are you doing? We need to go."
Ruby wasn't looking at her. In fact, much to Weiss's surprise, tears were forming in Ruby's eyes.
"Why…why me?"
Weiss was taken aback. "W-What?"
"Why are you saving me?" Ruby asked pathetically. There wasn't a hint of lust in her self-hatred. It was just…somber. "I don't understand. I'm…I'm not a real Ruby. I'm not even your Ruby. I'm just some…some freaky slut."
Weiss took Ruby's hands into her own. "Hey, don't say that."
"But it's true!" Ruby cried, pulling away in shame. "I mean, what makes you think I could make you happy? All those other Rubies are so much more attractive and Ruby-like. I was Cinder's original slut. I can't make you happy. I'm…I'm just one worthless Ruby. There's nothing special about me."
Weiss could feel Ruby's sadness weighing on her, yet she refused to let it affect her. She hadn't fought this hard to save that woman's life just to leave her now. To Ruby's shock, Weiss tenderly smiled and pressed their foreheads together.
"Ruby," she said warmly. "You are special because you're Ruby. It doesn't matter if there are other people who are also you, because no matter what Ruby you are, there is nobody else in the world that is you. I love you, whether you are saving lives or telling those stupid little jokes of yours, or doing sexy things in the bedroom. You are the most thoughtful, compassionate, incredible person that I have ever met. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Of course, you make me happy. You've made me happier than I've ever been in my whole life. Don't think that just because you are only one Ruby that you don't matter. No matter what Ruby you are, no matter if you were a body or a Soul, no matter how many times you get brought back or duplicated…no one is ever going to replace you. You are Ruby Rose. You're my everything."
Weiss pulled Ruby in for a soft kiss. It wasn't anything like the violent, aggressive make-out she gave to her Ruby earlier. It contained all of her love and hope and kindness for the young woman, and when she pulled away and saw those beautiful silver eyes, her heart swelled with love for the incredible redheaded Huntress.
Still, Ruby was somewhat hesitant even as Weiss pulled away. "I mean, I don't know. Are you sure?"
Weiss calmly stared at Ruby, surprised that her heartfelt speech didn't have the girl completely falling into her arms. She glanced over Ruby's shoulder, realizing that they were still at risk of being discovered and exposed. So, Weiss pursed her lips and tried a different strategy.
"I mean, if you want," she suggested, "I could just throw you back into the murder pile and grab a different Ruby."
Ruby opened her mouth to respond when suddenly she felt something hard whack her in the back of her head. She turned around and glanced at her feet, and with wide eyes, she realized that what hit her was her own several head, oozing with many different fluids. She heard Cinder's evil voice echo into the hallway.
"All right, bitches! Who wants me to fuck their skulls next?"
Ruby looked at her severed head, and then back to Weiss. Then, she looked back at her severed head, and then once more, back to Weiss. She cleared her throat.
"I mean, when you really think about it," she said nervously, "Ruby is more of a theoretical concept than an actual real person."
Weiss nodded proudly. "I agree. Technically, any of us could be a Ruby if we tried hard enough."
"Exactly," Ruby stated. "So, uh…want to get out of here?"
Weiss extended her hand, which Ruby gladly accepted. "I'd thought you'd never ask."
