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Pyrrha sprinted forward as fast as she could.
Cinder summoned a bow out of thin air, its dark glass crystallizing from the nothingness, and she launched an onslaught of arrows toward the charging Huntress without so much as a quip or smarmy insult. The arrows whizzed across the rooftops with bright sparks emanating from their tails, but Pyrrha's focus was sharp. She deflected the arrows away with the hefty sheets of metal she used as twin blades, knocking away the projectiles so that they embedded into the tiles on the roof. With each strike, the metal clanged, and every sound caused the memory of her death to flash in her mind. It was the same bows, the same arrows, and even though she and Cinder were both naked, the scenario was exactly the same. Still, she raced forward undeterred, her mind unwavering from the trauma. She drew closer, each deflection becoming more desperate as the time between volleys shortened. When she was within twenty feet, Pyrrha threw one of her blades at Cinder's head. The Fall Maiden deftly avoided the sharp object, rolling beneath it and dropping down to one knee, keeping her aim steadily focused on Pyrrha's head—until she lowered her bow to aim toward her feet.
No, not her feet. Her heel.
That cheeky bitch.
The arrow loosed, but Pyrrha refused to be taken down so easily. She lunged forward into a diving roll, barreling over the arrow before it could make contact with her unguarded heel. Rolling back to her feet, she was close enough to Cinder to smell her lust coming off her breath, and she instinctively swung her remaining metal blade as hard as she could toward the cunt's face.
The sword was blocked by one of Cinder's own, summoned within her deformed Grimm hand. The two reached a stalemate, their swords locked, and their eyes met. They had encountered each other plenty of times throughout the orgy, and yet this was different. It was palpable. Pyrrha struggled to push her blade forward, but she was caught against a force more powerful than her. Cinder's grin, briefly, became genuine.
"So…" she smirked. "Déjà vu, huh?"
Pyrrha roared, casting aside Cinder's weapons and slashing as viciously and as fast as she could manage. She threw heavy sword strikes, each one keen to decapitate her opponent, but Cinder was able to dodge or swipe away the incoming attacks. The memories flashed again, and it drove each strike forward, throwing more power behind each blow. Cinder hurried on her backfoot to avoid the onslaught, but as the strikes continued to fail, her confidence started to grow.
"What's wrong? Mad? Hard feelings?" she taunted. Pyrrha went for an overhand slice, but Cinder neatly sidestepped out of the way and repositioned herself toward the center of the roof. "I thought we were making progress."
Pyrrha held out her other arm, summoned her second sword to her hand, and she slashed forward with both weapons. Cinder held back the blows with just one fiery sword.
"Oh, but you would be mad still. You know…because I fucking murdered you."
Pyrrha threw her sword, and it paused in front of Cinder before violently spinning like a saw blade. It steadily pressed forward, trying to slice her in two, but the Fall Maiden merely, calmly, stepped back and let the rotating steel clang harmlessly against her sword.
"Such a shame you haven't learned any new tricks since then. Well, that's not true. You've been turning a ton of tricks, haven't you?"
Pyrrha sprinted forward, grabbing her sword of midair and delivering a spinning back elbow to Cinder's head. The amber-eyed vixen ducked the blow, grabbing Pyrrha by the arm and using her momentum to toss her aside. Cinder cocked her head to one sighed and grinned sneakily.
"What was it you asked me that day? That's right. Do you believe in Destiny?" Cinder shrugged, unsure of herself. "I told you that I did, and I believed it then. I was so certain that my future was planned out for me by something truly divine. But now? I mean, let's face it…there is no way that Destiny had this in store, right?"
Pyrrha growled like an enraged beast and swung again. Cinder ducked beneath the blow.
"Who would have seen this one coming? Me, serving a couple of Sex Gods who will let me rape everyone in the universe. You, a talentless, desperate cumslut…"
Pyrrha lunged forward with her blades, but Cinder grabbed her arms and pulled her in close, leaning in with a sadistic, now proud grin.
"If Destiny exists, then it has a pretty fucked up sense of humor, don't you think so?"
Pyrrha pulled away again and tried to strike, but all of Cinder's rage had quickly turned to arrogance. Pyrrha was throwing everything she had at her, just like at the Fall of Beacon; and just like at Beacon's fall, it wasn't good enough. Cinder was unstoppable. She was the fucking Fall Maiden, for heaven's sake! Was some loser, out-of-practice Huntress really going to beat her? The idea was as absurd as it was pathetic. The only reason why she humored Pyrrha this long was that she had nothing to lose. It was like punching a baby, except way sexier. Still, even their naked, violent dance had to come to an end, and Cinder had enough. Pyrrha tried attacking with her left hand, but Cinder struck back with a sword swipe of her own, strong enough to send the weapon flying out of Pyrrha's grip. Pyrrha stumbled back, flexing her hand as the tips of her fingers started to bleed. She clenched her hand and tried attacking with her other makeshift sword. Cinder simply caught her hand with her Grimm-like grasp, and then did something to piss Pyrrha off even more. She grabbed Pyrrha's hair with her other hand and pulled the Huntress in for a forceful, soppy kiss. Pyrrha cringed as Cinder smashed their lips together, trying to shove her tongue into her mouth, and that sweet distraction was all Cinder needed to truly establish her dominance. She pulled away, licking her lips before speaking darkly.
"Then again, Destiny did get one thing right that night. Let's put that back in its proper place."
Cinder broke the stalemate, blowing their arms to the side, sending Pyrrha's remaining sword flying, before delivering a hard kick to Pyrrha's midsection that sent the porn star flying. Pyrrha tumbled against the hard roof and tried to recover, but it was Cinder's turn to go on the attack. The Fall Maiden rushed forward in a horrifying burst of flame, grabbing Pyrrha by the face, raising her in the air, and slamming her down against the roof. She bashed Pyrrha's head again for good measure, and then again just because she felt like it. Pyrrha's body went limp beneath her fingers. She felt the life already fading from her. She could see the faintest signs of her Aura crackling, and Cinder's grin turned more malicious.
It was so fucking easy. Yang was at least somewhat of a threat, but now that bitch was an armless, pathetic mass. She had nothing appealing about her but her titties and ass. Pyrrha, though? She didn't even have those features. She was just a wasteful woman, somehow past her prime before her twenties, incapable of doing the one thing she needed to get done. While the thought of keeping Pyrrha as a sex slave was appealing—oh the sick orgies they could have together—right now, nothing was sweeter than re-burying the once mighty Pyrrha Nikos. She would crush that bitch forever beneath her heel and kill her twice over. Only a Ruby could ever be said to receive that pleasure. The redheaded bitch should be thankful Cinder was giving her this honor. Cinder leaned down, hoping to hear Pyrrha's struggled cries as she gasped for air.
"Oh, come on, Pyrrha," she taunted her. "I thought all of those months in porn would have taught you how to take a pounding—"
And suddenly, Pyrrha reached out. One of the metal blades, forgotten by Cinder, came careening toward her. She never even saw it coming. It flew through the air like a boomerang before landing firmly and Pyrrha's grasp—and in one fluid motion, without any resistance, the Huntress used her weapon to slice Cinder's distorted leg off at the heel.
And Cinder looked down as her foot became detached.
And then she felt it.
Cinder reared back, screaming in pain and clutching her leg, hopping on one foot. She nearly threatened to topple over as the blood spilled out from her stump. She hopped back and lost balance, falling into the unforgiving roof, her pain shooting up in bloody pulses through her legs and up her spine. Her howls of agony were music to Pyrrha's ears as she coughed and slowly rose back to her feet. The redheaded Huntresses smirked darkly.
"Yeah," she muttered. "Heel attacks really hurt, don't they?"
"Ahhh!" Cinder cried, crawling back to get some distance between herself and her attacker. "You bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Pyrrha wiped the blood off her blade with her forearm. "What's wrong? Can't find your footing?"
"Oh, fuck you with the foot puns!" Cinder gasped in horrible agony. She desperately scooted herself across the roof, fighting the urge to pass out. God, that was easily the worst pain of her life. Worse than losing her eye and arm, which happened in mere milliseconds and thoroughly eradicated her mind's ability to feel their pain. It was worse than getting fucked up the ass by the Schnee bitch, though perhaps not emotionally. But shit, losing a limb like this was really the most horrible pain she could remember, even worse than the torture her cruel adoptive family put on her with that dreadful collar all those years ago. And it was a foot. Goddamit. Losing an arm was something familiar—and at least slightly badass. There was nothing cool about losing a foot. A whole leg was cool. Feet were pathetic. That was her, a hobbling, footless mess of a Maiden whose cockiness was already starting to bite her in the ass.
"Hey, I love puns!"
And of course, Cinder also had to deal with that bitch. Yang Xiao Long, totally armless, defenseless, and Grimmless, was huddling in the corner of the roof away from the carnage, popping out only to briefly share her love of puns. What was weird was that it was a very old Yang thing to do. Good, classical Yang adored stupid puns and lighthearted gaffs, long before trauma turned her cold and sex turned her maniacal. Now, mere moments after reverting back to her Human form, she was espousing her love of puns. Was this a sign of the Grimm's damage to her mind? The sudden, violent transformation into her demon form and back again might have been able to shock the Goddess's influence from her mind, pushing out their twisted desires and resurrecting her old, normal-ish personality. Perhaps there was an opportunity for her to have remorse for her terrible deeds—not that Cinder gave a shit with this fucking pain in her ankle—but perhaps! Was Yang on the path to redemption?
Or, there was Pyrrha's theory: that it was a ruse. A boldfaced lie by a deceptive, cruel witch who murdered her sister and hundreds more and was now trying to direct the water underneath a bridge. Pyrrha assumed the worst, and if she wasn't distracted by Cinder, she might have killed Yang herself for the crimes against Humanity she committed.
Either way, she wanted the blonde to shut up.
"Shut up, blonde!" Pyrrha shouted at Yang.
"No, don't mind me! Just cheering you on!" Yang shouted back from across the rooftop. "Go, team!"
"We are not on a team!" Pyrrha declared.
"Sure, we are. Right?" Yang pleaded back, desperate to get on Pyrrha's good side. "I mean, you saved my life, right?"
"That was accidental," Pyrrha insisted. "I was just trying to—"
Unfortunately, Yang's distraction, however unintentional, proved to be effective. Cinder's eyes became alight with vengeful flame, and she raised her hand to the sky, summoning a dozen black crystals. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the barrage of crystals forward; Pyrrha only barely reacted in time, dodging past a few while raising her metal sword to block the impact of one headed straight toward her chest. She shielded herself, but the force of the crystal sent her flying all the way across the rooftop, slamming into Yang and sending both naked women onto their backs. Cinder growled like an enraged beast, crawling up to her hands and knees. She glanced down at her foot, her blood boiling with rage as it seeped from her wound. She refused to be crippled like some disobedient pup, and she took the matters into her own hands. She extended her arm, and a small pool of darkness materialized nearby. She gritted her teeth, prepared for the worst, and then jammed her ankle deep into the pool. She let out a horrific howl of pain as the pool worked its dark magic. Several agonizing seconds passed, and then suddenly, she ripped her leg free from the pool, sending shards of dark glass erupting from the pool like a volcanic explosion. Her leg was once again whole—her foot replaced by a black, glassy facsimile. It was not as advanced as her Grimm-like claw or Yang's advanced prosthetic… but it would have to do.
Cinder screamed in vengeance, and she suddenly took to the sky in a massive tornado of flame and fury. Pyrrha had just gotten up to her feet when she saw Cinder, her violent form polluting the sky, glaring at her. Her singular eye was solely focused on staring through Pyrrha's chest, and the porn star was the target of all of her villainous ambitions. She wasn't playing around anymore. Pyrrha was about to deal with the full force of a Fall Maiden.
Cinder charged forward as fast as she could, and Pyrrha's defenses meant little as Cinder grabbed her and slammed her straight through the roof. The ceiling of the manor caved in, Pyrrha and Cinder battling as they tumbled into the mansion's innards, Yang tumbling in through the crater after them, screaming and flailing helplessly.
Emerald had been through a lot of shit recently. It was one thing to become the servant to an incredibly horny demon woman, and another thing to get her ass eaten in public, and another thing to be forced into a cunnilingus party with said incredible horny demon woman who she may or may not have been in love with by two other incredibly horny Goddesses—but it was another thing on top of all that to have Cinder, the original love of her life, actively try to kill every single person in the mansion in a quest for world domination, and then another another thing to have Yang, who had just plowed the incredibly horny demon woman's brains out with her fat horse cock, shove her snake tongue inside of her cunt just to stick it to her.
But that wasn't the worst part.
No, the worst part, the absolute fucking cherry on top of the motherfucking sundae, was that after everything she had been through, she was stuck here: surrounded by dozens of dead bodies, covered in semen, and trying to comfort a violently sobbing Salem.
"Waaaaaaaah!" Salem wailed. She pulled her knees close to her massive chest, sobbing her heart out. Her cries were so loud that they could be heard even over the intense slaughter of innocent women, and that alone was enough to make Emerald understand the gravity of the situation. Salem loved the slaughter of innocent women. Murdering people was, like, her whole deal. If she couldn't enjoy herself watching people die, then something truly had to be messed up inside her head. Unfortunately…Emerald didn't know what that was. At all. Once she finally managed to drag Salem out of the Ruby Pile, the white woman just had a breakdown, crying to herself like a baby. It was truly bizarre.
"Salem, it's okay. Calm down," Emerald pleaded with her. Half of her efforts were due to caring for the woman deeply, but the other half was, admittedly, fear that one of the Grimm or Rubies would notice them and try to murder her. That would be disastrous.
"Everything is not okay!" Salem cried, her black eyes flooded with very human tears. "My pussy, Emerald…my pussy is un-fucked. They stopped Yang before she could fuck my pussy."
"Oh for fuck—snap out of it," Emerald pleaded. "You will get to fuck Yang later, all right?"
"No!" Salem spat with a snot-filled nose and a pouty sneer. "I want her to fuck me now. Don't you get it? I'm hers, Emerald. I'm her precious little cumslut. I deserve to be utterly broken by her huge dick, but that bitch Cinder took her away from me. I can't be happy without her dick inside of me, Emerald. I can't!"
Emerald groaned. Great, so that was the problem. Yang's penis had truly broken her master's brain. Salem had always been a submissive desperate to think of herself as a dominant, but now, she had one hundred percent been turned into a mind-ruined whore. Yang's pounding was thorough, tenderizing her mouth and ass like choice cuts of steak, and the amount of cum dripping off of Salem's back, chest, face, and out of her asshole was astonishing. It was no surprise she had been broken. How was one to stay sane in the face of such glorious, disastrous cock? Emerald thanked her stars she was a lesbian, but then again, who knew? She may have been a die-hard for pussy, but so was Ilia, and that chameleon bitch was fucked right into Bisexual City.
She couldn't focus on that. She had to get the fuck out of there. Somehow, she and Salem would have to escape. That was far easier said than done. Every single direction she looked, there were more Grimm and more devious Rubies. There wasn't any clear escape for her to head to even if she could get Salem to move. However, that didn't mean that people weren't trying. In fact, she saw quite a few people making a break for it.
One such person was Robyn Hill and her gang of Happy Huntresses. She saw the political figure barreling down the steps with her scraggly gang of warriors in tone, each of them sporting the same look of confusion and terror. Fiona the Sheep Girl, May Marigold, and the rest of the formerly futanari Huntresses joined her as they frantically headed into the foyer. Emerald wasn't sure when they had arrived. She was admittedly late to the party, so she was unaware of the fact that Robyn and her crew were a vital part of setting up the orgy in the first place. Robyn Hill was one of the first major figures to agree to the orgy, signing up on the terms that she would be able to sodomize the Schnee Dynasty. It was a proud declaration of anti-establishment sentiment, which swelled her pride as well as her mast. Unfortunately, after banging Weiss and Winter's brains out and forcing them to perform incestuous acts, Cinder and Neo arrived and knocked them all unconscious. As such, all the Happy Huntresses had been out of it for literally hours, unaware of every crazy development that had occurred since their attack. One could, reasonably, imagine their shock upon seeing seven different copies of the same woman eating the flesh of another human being. Kind of a weird twist.
"What the fuck! What the fuck!" May screamed over and over again. "This is so fucked up! Oh my god, how is this so fucked up? This is actually fucking insane!"
"Shut the fuck up, you oily bitch!" Fiona spat at her teammate.
"Fuck you, Fiona."
"Fuck you, May!"
"Both of you, shut up and look for an exit!" Robyn begged them. This was not at all how she thought this party was going to go. It was all supposed to just be a little sex with the gals, not a Grimm massacre the likes of which would make Beacon jealous. She scanned the environment the best she could. Some weaker part of herself just wanted to flee…but could she really allow that to happen. Looking around at all the carnage, seeing all these citizens of Atlas and Mantle in trouble, was too much for her humanitarian spirit to bear. It wouldn't be right for her to just leave now when so many were suffering. It would be the antitheses to the soul of the Happy Huntresses. If she and her crew were going to escape, then dammit, the rest of the mansion had to escape with them. "Okay ladies, focus. We need to get some evac going."
"Evac?" Fiona cried. "How the hell do we get all of these women out of here? It's a goddamn bloodbath!"
"You're Huntresses, dammit! Happy Huntresses!" Robyn said firmly. "So stop acting un-happy, start being Huntresses, and figure it the fuck out!"
Be Huntresses—that was a totally ludicrous proposition. They weren't Huntresses. They were Sluts. Whores. Hos. Skanks. Sluts. They already said sluts, but that was just indicative of how slutty they were! And Robyn—fuck, she abandoned her Huntress duties the second she decided to run for office. Politicians were hardly the most convincing type of person, nor the most selfless, nor the most cunning. Surely, a proper politician would be seeking to exploit the vulnerable masses of women being absolutely decimated by an onslaught of Grimm, not helping them. And yet, and yet… wasn't Robyn that type of person? Or at the very least, didn't she used to be? Didn't they all used to be?
Heroism. Hope. They were dying concepts in a dying world. It was all too easy for May and Fiona to dive into degradation, to whip out their cocks and start fucking each other instead of helping each other. It was such chaotic behavior that the world demanded. But the Happy Huntresses were created to spite the world's most possessive, destructive behaviors. They were formed under the oppressive Kingdom of Atlas, which sought to whittle down their humanity and make them political cattle, and they rebelled against the regressive caste system that was forced upon them with pride. Was this not a similar circumstance; a chance to steal hope from chaos and return it to the needy? Could they not draw a comparison between the nobility of Robyn's mission and simpler times and this doomed outcome of an outrageous orgy?
Wait… no, of course, they couldn't! This was totally fucking different! Two feet to their left, one Ruby was mercilessly skullfucking a woman's corpse while a Grimm ate her legs! They had no weapons and were all going to die! They were fucked! Ah! How fucked they were!
But it was at that moment of panic when May and Fiona realized they were fucked and Robyn stared at them, also realizing they realized they were fucked, there was a sudden burst of hope. And that burst of hope took the form of the front door being blown inward by a tremendous, lightning-infused hammer strike.
"We're back, motherfuckers!"
It was a battle cry like no other. Through the rubble and smoke entered Nora and Ren, naked and equipped with their Huntsmen weaponry. They entered into the fray amidst roaring Grimm and panicked Sluts and vengeful Rubies, and May and Fiona and Robyn and Emerald and, well, not Salem because she was still whining about her petty shit, but definitely those other four looked at them in awe as they charged into battle. The Grimm and Rubies had no idea what was coming as bullets started flying and hammers started swinging—and with the violence, heads began popping off like party streamers.
"Die, fucker!" Nora screamed, each cry punctuated by a popping head. "Die! Die! Die! Die!"
One Ruby sprinted up to Nora, trying to claw her eyes out—pop!
A Grimm tried to bite into Nora's flesh—pop!
A Ruby approached and—pop!
Grimm—pop!
Ru—pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop!
It was like a 1950s fatherly barbeque in the backyard of a cola factory with a preppy and upbeat soundtrack. Because of how many pops there were.
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So, after a fuckton of murder, the main hall was mostly cleared out. After most of the Sluts abandoned the mansion, what heavily remained where bodies and bodies of dead decapitated Rubies, and black dusty remnants of Grimm corpses. Nora and Ren stood tall on a pile of bodies, staring proudly at their work, while Emerald, Robyn, and the rest of the Happy Huntresses stared in amazement.
"Wow," Emerald said, noticing that the hall had been filled with a sea of blood running up to her heels. "That was—"
"Holy shit," Robyn said. "I thought this would be—"
"A lot harder?" said Nora, squishing into her toes into what appeared to be, upon looking at it, a discarded tit. "Yeah, look… we had this whole inspiring friendship speech earlier, so I'm super hyped up."
"That, and I finally took our weapons out of my ass," Ren added. "So that helps with the stamina."
"Helps with your stamina, sheet boy," Nora said with a loving wink. She eyed a Ruby beneath the pile of bodies, still with a head, desperately and slowly crawling to freedom, so she tightened the grip on her hammer and pulled it over her head. "But I am always gaping and flexible!"
Nora threw her hammer down, smashing the Ruby's head like a great big watermelon. She should have had some remorse about murdering a Ruby, but nope! Numb to that. That probably said something about her relationship. Or it didn't. Who gave a shit? The Rubies who were Rubying all over the mansion barely had any Ruby left to Ruby—or, alternatively, they had too much Ruby on a per Ruby basis to properly contain the Ruby-ness that was already there. Not in this Ruby. This Ruby had all the Ruby she had smashed the fuck out of her by a big hammer. As for the rest of the Rubies, the room seemed to be clear of the vicious whores, and Nora breathed a relaxed sigh of accomplishment as she leaned her hammer over her shoulders.
Emerald didn't even blink at the carnage. At this point, her mind was so enormously fucked that really, she wouldn't be surprised by anything at all. She looked over to her side, where Salem was still sobbing like an embarrassing mess. She had half a mind to grab the not-so-bad bitch by her fat ass and drag her back to safety. However, Salem's ass was noticeably fat, and without assistance, she was afraid the dump in the trunk would weigh down her escape. Salem was not going to budge, and that made it very difficult to plan ahead or run for her life like a screaming coward. And speaking of screaming cowards…
"So, uh… mission accomplished?" Fiona said, twiddling her thumbs. "Does that mean we can leave now?"
"What? No!" Robyn said with disgust. "We can't abandon our mission when people need us."
"Robyn, there's no one left," May pointed out. The blue-haired Huntress had a point. All of the screaming Sluts that had flooded the halls had turned tail and booked it straight out of the mansion, and the room was now empty save for the carrion and carnage surrounding them. Technically, they could leave right now and not feel any guilt, but Robyn placed her hands on her hips, undeterred from her goal.
"Doesn't matter," she said like the prime politician she was. "There could still be victims trapped in the parameter. We should stake out the entire mansion before we leave."
Fiona, May, and the rest of the nameless Huntresses that followed them let out a collective, disappointed, childlike groan. "But do we have to?"
"Yes, you have to!" Robyn lectured them. "God, you bitches need to find your courage. Our duties are to the citizens of Atlas. We can't abandon ship when people could still be drowning. I know the odds against us seem rough, but that doesn't mean we give up!"
"But we don't want to!" cried the Happy Huntresses in unison.
"And I don't give a shit!" Robyn shouted. "I thought you all joined the Happy Huntresses because you wanted to help people. But I guess I was wrong. It turns out you were only interested in joining because of the all-girl orgies we hosted every other weekend."
"No, that's not true!" shouted one of the Huntresses defensively.
"No way!"
"We care about Atlas!"
"It wasn't just the orgies!"
Fiona pursed her lips. "Eh."
Robyn shook her fist triumphantly. "Listen up, Huntresses. We are not just sluts. We are not just lesbians. We are the protectors of this Kingdom. If there is even a one percent chance that there are innocents in danger, we have to go and protect them. Even if we suffer, even if we die, even if we lose everything that makes us what we are, we still have to—"
"The mansion is clear."
The words came out bluntly, but their source was unknown. Robyn looked at her Huntresses with a sneer.
"Who said that?"
The Happy Huntresses looked at each other, confused. Fiona and May immediately pointed fingers at the other. Robyn glanced behind her at Nora and Ren. Nope, they didn't say it. Emerald? Nope, wasn't her. Salem? Too blubbering to say anything of value. Robyn looked at her Huntresses one by one, staring them down to see who said such a peculiar thing. Yet, none of their faces showed any guilt.
And then the voice came again, this time right beside her.
"I said it."
Robyn turned to her left toward the source of the voice… and there, sitting atop one of the posts at the bottom of the step, was a small and pecky black bird, eyes as deep as blood.
Robyn stared directly at the bird, and the bird stared back, unassuming.
"Did… did the bird just talk to me?" Robyn asked with a strangeness in her voice.
The bird nodded. "Yes. The mansion is clear… fucking dumbass."
Robyn blinked. Did the bird just curse at her? Was she going crazy now? First, the Ruby clones, now talking birds… perhaps fucking Weiss Schnee up at the ass did more on her psyche than she expected. However, her avian advisor turned out to be quite real when Emerald suddenly ran up behind her, staring down the bird with not just surprise, but a noted, determined anger.
"Raven," Emerald said like it was a curse. "Where the fuck did you come from?"
"I've always been here," said the raven that was actually Raven. "I fucked a few women earlier, and also Ruby before she went nuts. Once you and Salem showed up, I decided that I wasn't going to be a part of your fucked up tentacle shit, so I've just been chilling as a bird in the rafters."
"You've been here the whole time and you didn't help us?" Emerald said with disgust. "You could have stopped Yang when she was on her rampage. You're the Spring Maiden! That would have been super helpful."
"Yeah, and then I would get murdered. I don't think so," Raven said bluntly. "I came here because I just wanted a few drinks and some light sex. I don't like getting involved with gods and demons and shit. But anyway, I did fly around the mansion. The whole place seems to be cleared out except for a big fight happening upstairs."
"Cinder and Yang?" Nora said, stepping into the conversation alongside Ren.
"Actually, Yang's been disarmed. Again."
"Then it must be Pyrrha," Ren said confidently. "We need to get up there and help her."
"She seemed to be holding her own just fine. Unlike Yang."
Nora frowned. "You don't sound very proud of your daughter."
"Well, that's because she fucking sucks, isn't it?" Raven said passively. "Fucking hate that child. Wish I aborted her, honestly."
Emerald cringed. "Wow, that is fucking cold."
"As it should be. I really don't like Yang as a person."
"That much is clear."
"Okay, hold on a second," Ren said, trying to get the conversation back on track. "Raven, have you been around the entire mansion?"
"Yep."
"And do you remember seeing the four False Relics?"
"Yep."
"Would you be willing to tell us where they are?"
"Yep."
"Wow, really?" asked Nora.
"Sure. I don't give a shit."
"All right," Ren said sternly. "Everyone, here is the deal. Doctor Incest has theorized that if we destroy the Four Relics that summoned the Goddesses of Lust and Hate, then we might be able to force them back to wherever they came from, and maybe even break the sexual hold they have over us. We need to gather those Relics as soon as possible, and if we all split up and hunt for them together, we can end this much sooner. Would you all be willing to help us?"
Fiona and May looked at each other in frustration. They really didn't want to do any more crazy shit tonight. Hunting down Relics? Fuck that noise. However, Robyn didn't give either of them a chance to voice their concerns. She immediately accepted the task, eager to prove that her Happy Huntresses actually had something to contribute to the night other than getting beaten up by Cinder once and then forgotten about. It was a bitter pill to swallow, quite unlike a mouthful of cum—but they supposed they would have to deal with it. Of course, they could just make a break for the exit right there.
But could they?
Yes.
But should they?
Fuck, Robyn had a point, didn't she? They didn't just attend the Happy Huntress meetings for the pussy. Okay, the pussy was a huge part of the initial sales package, but there was also a strong love of social justice that guided them! And society had to be pretty fucking unjust to create the circumstances they were in right now. If those sinful Goddesses were allowed to continue their reign, this ass-fucking terror would expand across all of Remnant. They couldn't allow that to happen. Fiona and May crossed eyes with each other. They couldn't stand each other's temperament, their views, their attitudes. But they knew within the both of them rested a noble heart—a pervy one—but noble, too. The right thing to do was to stand by their leader who had always stood for, or gone down on, them. If Robyn Hill needed someone to gather a Relic, they would gather that fucking Relic and then run like screaming cowards out of this hellhole. Of course, that was good enough for Robyn. Her standards were pretty low, to begin with.
"Awesome," said Nora. "Emerald, Salem, could you help us?"
"Help you?" Emerald asked with surprise. She didn't expect the goodie-two-shoes of Team JNPR would ever want her assistance for anything, especially not after she helped murder one of their members, routinely tried to murder them, and then also led a sex competition that ruined their big orgy and resulted in a lot of sodomy. However, Nora and Ren were sincere in their offer, and as Emerald thought about it, the temptation urged her on. Escaping with Salem didn't seem like an option as long as her mistress was miserable, and she didn't know how long they would last in a world where those freaky kink goddesses controlled everything. Banishing those bitches sounded like a pretty good plan. Plus, with the halls cleared of Grimm and Rubies, the only real danger left was Cinder, her former true love. Cinder probably wouldn't murder her, so really, what was the harm?
Other than the gods smiting her.
Or Pyrrha stabbing her.
Or there actually being more Rubies out there who would eat her alive.
Okay, shit, it was a terrible plan. However, Emerald glanced back at Salem and felt a sadness within her. She had grown to love that monstrous woman, submissive tendencies and all, and seeing her become this withering shell of her former self was heartbreaking. If she could somehow get her groove back… if she could make those Goddesses and Yang pay for breaking her…
Hell, a little revenge never hurt anybody, did it?
"Fuck it," Emerald said plainly. "Why not? Let's smash some shit."
"Great!" Nora said cheerfully, patting Emerald on the back. "We can all split up. Ren and I will find the False Staff of Creation. Happy Huntresses can grab the False Crown of Choice. Emerald and Salem, you two can go after the False Lamp of Knowledge. And Raven, since you're here, mind hunting down the False Sword of Destruction?"
"Whatever," said the bird woman. "I mean, as long as no one tries to fuck me without consent. I've had a pretty good night, to be honest. I'm down with anything."
"Excellent!" Nora decreed. She wasn't expecting everyone to go along with Ren's plan so easily. Emerald, the bitter Happy Huntresses, and Raven were not the easiest to get along with. They were all pretty much antagonists at one point along their journey. However, fate had brought them all together on this spot, and while they had their differences, while they all wished to live and thrive away from these mansion walls, their wants were overwhelmed by an even greater desire: to take those stupid Gods and kick them the fuck out of Remnant so nothing like this ever happened again. Because honestly, with all the Ruby clones and dead Grimm and bodies and shit lying around, anyone with even a mild constitution would have stood up to fight. Especially since gathering the Relics would take maybe five minutes tops.
Their mission was clear.
Their goal was in sight.
All they had to do was give one final push, and they could finally reclaim this world from the wicked Goddesses that sought to control them.
And then, a loud, devastating cry ripped through the mansion halls.
"Where…"
Her voice was like a banshee.
"…is…"
Her footsteps echoed like gunshots, and all eyes were drawn to the hole in the mansion wall.
"…that fucking cunt!"
Blake Belladonna sprinted through the wreckage, her vengeful gaze unhindered by trauma or humanity. No one knew where she came from or when she touched down at the mansion, but her evil eyes burned through their confusion. She bolted over the dead Ruby bodies, past the bloated bitch carcasses, and through the sea of blood without so much as a second thought, her bare Faunus thighs pumping as fast as they could. The others watched her approach at her blistering pace, and perhaps they were too startled to stop her as she shoved her way through them on her way up the steps.
"I'll find you, Yang! I'm going to fucking hunt you down and tear your titties off, you mom-raping bitch!"
Blake sprinted up the stairs, and just as soon as she arrived, she was gone. The others watched her vanish into a shadow down a distant hallway, and honestly, that was enough for them to start going about their mission.
"Yeah… let's get moving," Nora said shakily. "I do not want to be there when she does her shit."
"Right," Robyn agreed. "Okay Happy Huntresses. Let's move out!"
The Huntresses nodded, and once Raven gave them directions toward their Relic of choice—not the relic of choice, a different one—they all raced off in unison. Nora and Ren followed closely behind, their weapons drawn in case they stumbled across some hidden battle. Raven flew off, probably to grab a Relic or whatever. She notably did not say anything to Salem, the woman who terrified her more than maybe anyone else in the world. The white bitch didn't seem to notice or care about her, so she made the most of a bad situation and flew the coop. But, on the topic of Salem and Emerald, they did not budge. As she watched the others disappear down the mansion halls, Emerald made sure to call after them.
"Don't wait for us. We'll just be a minute!"
With those words out, Emerald let out a frustrated sigh and turned toward the broken shell of her lover. Salem had now been reduced to the fetal position, bawling her eyes out over the lack of dick in her twat, and it maybe was the most pathetic thing Emerald had ever laid eyes on. Salem was cheek deep in the puddle of Ruby blood, her body drenched in cum and now the stains of many tears, and she made herself small, unseen by the world and is cruel Lords of Sex. Emerald gently walked beside Salem and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Come on, Salem. We have to go."
"No!" Salem wailed. "Leave me! I just want to die!"
"Salem, please," Emerald begged. "We have a chance to kick those Goddesses' asses. They fucked us with a bunch of tentacles. Don't you want revenge?"
"I… I can't get revenge!" Salem cried, hugging herself tightly. "Revenge is for Bad Bitches only, and Yang is the Bad Bitch, not me. I'm just the worthless cumdump who can't even get someone to fuck her pussy. I need her inside me. I can't live without her inside me!"
Emerald's patient tone began to wear thin almost immediately. "What do you even see in her anyway? What makes Yang's dick so important that you can't live without it?"
"It's length and girth!" Salem responded almost instantaneously. Emerald cursed under her breath. Damn, that was too obvious.
"Look, Salem, you are being really embarrassing right now," the lackey explained. "This isn't sexy dom-sub shit. This isn't kinky. This is just really, really sad, and no one wants any sad fucking. Do you think Yang would want to fuck you if she saw you like this, all blubbery and shit?"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
"Really?" Emerald asked incredulously. "You can't even speak now?"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Emerald facepalmed. She didn't know how to deal with this shit. Years of working with Cinder had completely stunted her ability for emotional understanding. She was lost in this sea of whimpering sadness, unable to help Salem stay afloat. Maybe it would have been better if she let Salem deal with this on her own. If Salem wanted to be so heartbroken by not being dommed by a horse-dicked Grimm woman, then who was Emerald to stop her? But no, that wasn't right. She had stuck with Salem for this long—even as her morals told her how fucked up it was. She had tried her hardest to raise Salem out of her funk, to prove to her that she was a Bad Bitch. Could she really abandon her friend now? Friend… strange term. She didn't know when she considered Salem a friend and not just a fuckbuddy, or a mistress, or a lover. She… cared about Salem? How peculiar.
But she didn't have time to contemplate that, nor did she have time to do anything. All of her work to raise Salem would be for naught if that hot mess couldn't get herself together. Yet, Emerald knew of no means to help her. Salem was convinced of her own worthlessness. She was a hole for dick, and that was it. She had no personality to save, in her own point of view. How could Emerald save someone who thought so low of herself? How could she rescue someone who had willingly plunged into that abyss?
And then, slowly, it dawned on her.
Emerald carefully knelt beside Salem, resting her hand on her shoulder. While Salem retreated from her touch, Emerald held firm. Salem cried and cried and sniffled and cried, but when Emerald spoke to her next, the words cut straight through to her heart.
"You know… it's okay to be a sub."
Salem felt something get caught in her throat. Her instincts told her to reject the words, and she spat at Emerald harshly.
"I know that, you fool! I want to be subbed. I need to be beaten and fucked into submission or—"
"No, no, no," Emerald shushed her gently. "I mean, like… it's okay. There is nothing wrong with that."
Salem stared at Emerald for a long time, trying to understand her to no avail.
"I don't… what are you talking about?" Her words were shaky, and Emerald took a deep breath as she tried to explain herself.
"Look… you've been running from this for a really long time," Emerald said calmly. "All your life, you wanted to be viewed as powerful and independent, from the Gods and Ozpin and Humans. But you've always had these urges, right? Even as you ruled over people, you still had these fantasies of being dominated, and that freaked you out, didn't it? You were scared it made you… I don't know, inauthentic. Like all of that strength and confidence, you were trying to show was just an illusion… like maybe they all had true power over. That they were right to have power over you in the first place. All you've been doing since we started this is trying to show how cool and awesome you are. I mean, that's why you did the whole Four Whores-men of the Apocalypse thing and captured everyone and wanted to wipe out Humanity. You wanted to be dominant in real life to disprove those fantasies in your head. But… that didn't work. Yang fucked you. And now… now it feels like those demons are winning, doesn't it? It feels like what everyone said about you was right all along. Is that why you're acting like this?"
Salem said nothing. The tears slowly dried on her cheeks, and her pathetic frown turned into something… sadder. Whatever was going on inside her head was painful, but Emerald swallowed her guilt and kept pressing.
"Yang really fucked you, didn't she? I don't mean physically—I mean, yeah, she did that physically. But mentally… she fucked you up. She brought all of those fears and feelings of worthlessness to the forefront. She made you confront that submissive side of yourself, and now you just don't know what to do with it. You probably think that if you really are that submissive, if all that strength you had really was for show, then there isn't anything worthy inside of you. Salem has to be the Baddest Bitch, but if that's someone else, then who is she? I'm… I'm sorry you feel like that, and I'm sorry that I said you were just a submissive slut. I fed right into those doubts and fears, too. I got scared by her power like everyone else. But that's… look, I'm really shit with talking about my feelings, okay? I don't know how to be honest with anyone. I have never been in my whole life. But I need you to hear this right now and know that I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart. Salem… you are so much more than just your fetishes."
Salem's gaze turned sharply away from Emerald. The witch spoke with a loathsome bitterness.
"No… no, I'm not."
Emerald rose to her feet. "Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not," Salem said more forcefully. "Face it, Emerald. You were right about me. They were all right about me. I can't do anything. I'm a naked, cum-covered mess. How am I supposed to gain anyone's respect like this?"
"By being you," Emerald stated passionately. "Salem, I don't know anyone in Remnant who has been through more shit than you. Literally! You have outlived every Human by thousands of years, and in all that time, you've had to struggle more than all of us combined."
"That wasn't my choice!" Salem cried. "I was cursed. I've been trying to kill myself for millennia! I'm not strong enough to face the world. I should have stayed locked up in my tower like my father wanted, masturbating my tiny, stupid, horny head off!"
"Bullshit!" Emerald cried just as powerfully. "You have been fighting like a warrior. You were cursed by those gods, and you got right back up to revolt against those motherfuckers! You ruled over Humanity with an iron fist! You lead armies, and they don't follow you because you are sexy. They follow you because they believe in you."
"That's only because they don't know me," Salem hissed. "If they knew I was like this… this degenerate…"
"They would believe in you anyway, just like I believe in you," Emerald said proudly. The words caught Salem off-guard, and their eyes touched again as Emerald let her feelings flow free. "I don't care what your sex life is like. Tons of people have fun sex lives! It doesn't define everything about you. So you like getting rammed up the ass. So fucking what? That doesn't take away all the people you've murdered in cold blood for daring to challenge you. It doesn't erase anything that makes you special. When I first came to follow you, I did it because I was terrified of the great and powerful Salem, Queen of All Grimm. And when it turned out that Queen liked getting kinky, I was still fucking petrified of her. You can be the Queen of the Grimm, and the Queen of this world, and just a plain ass Queen, and if you like to get railed on by some hot lesbian with a strap-on or a big futa dick, then more fucking power to you. It doesn't change who you are. You are Salem… you are a bad fucking bitch…" Emerald rested her hand upon her heart, and the words just came out of her without warning. "And you're the woman I love."
Salem became frozen. She lost herself within Emerald's crimson gaze, unable to comprehend anything she was saying. Love… her? No, no one could love her. They could only lust after her as an object. That didn't… no, it made no sense. She wasn't really strong, right? She didn't deserve love.
Or maybe…
Wait…
Emerald. Kind-loyal Emerald. Always following behind. Always doing as she commanded. Always dressed in whatever sex outfit she wanted. Always eager to eat her out.
And now, when she was at her lowest, and always, ready to tell her how incredible she was.
What did she do to deserve her? Well, she knew the answer. Emerald just said it. She just had to be herself. And like she said long ago, she always knew Emerald was trustworthy.
Salem carefully wiped the tears from her eyes, and Emerald extended a hand to help her to her feet. The moment Salem was able to stand up though, she lunged forward and pulled Emerald into a warm, powerful hug. She sunk into the younger woman's neck and held her there for a long while. They were both messes, covered in spunk and viscera and all sorts of nasty gooey shit, but it was the nicest either of them had felt in a long time. Salem nestled herself close into Emerald's ear, whispering through choked-up words.
"Thank you, Emerald. I needed to hear that."
"That's what I'm here for," Emerald responded with grace. "I love you, you genocidal maniac."
"And I love you, my good friend," Salem said sincerely. She pulled away from the hug, but kept Emerald's hands within her own, staring into the other woman's eyes. "You know something? When this is over, I'd like you to dominate me in the bedroom."
"That sounds fun," Emerald said. "Are you okay with that?"
"Yes, I… I think so," Salem stated. "It's a healthy expression of my sexual interests, after all. I like being subbed and that's… that's okay."
"Yeah, it is," Emerald agreed. "And honestly? Embracing that side of yourself? I think that's a pretty Bad Bitch thing to do."
Salem smiled at the thought. Yeah. Maybe it was.
However, Salem took a deep breath and released Emerald's hands. Her features grew deadly serious, and she looked off into the distant hallways of the mansion. "But right now, that'll have to wait. Those stupid Huntresses need our help to banish those Goddesses."
Emerald nodded, grinning at her emboldened lover. Salem was standing up straight, her fists clenched, her huge chest puffed out and her lips pulled into a confident yet determined sneer. "So… is Bad Bitch Salem going to go kick some ass."
"No," Salem said forcefully. "Bad Bitch Salem isn't here. Neither is Submissive Slut Salem. Those Goddesses messed with my world, tried to take my throne, and humiliated my girlfriend. If they think they can get away with that, they have to go through me… Ultimate Queen Salem. And you know what Queens do, Emerald?"
Emerald nodded. "Of course. Queens slay."
Salem grinned. "You're goddamn right they do."