Weiss, in her haste to leave the Emerald Forest and atone for her sins, had neglected the lateness of the day, and severely underestimated how quickly night would take the grove. It was like the sun had suddenly fallen from the sky, leaving her stumbling through the blinding dark. Something caught her foot, and she found herself making fast friends with the soft loam of the forest floor.
She spat out dirt and pushed herself back to her feet, her head spinning. She held up a hand. She couldn't see it. With a push of her will, she convinced her Aura to alight above her fingers with a small fire. It didn't like being pushed in such an unfamiliar direction, but her persistent urging eventually coaxed some flame into the air. It was pitiful compared to what Yang could accomplish.
The fire did little to alleviate the darkness. In fact, it only highlighted how intensely the night enshrouded her. Shadows stretched long from her meager light, falling back only a few feet before they found impenetrable darkness once more. The imposing trees stared down at her, sneering at her pathetic form. A cold breeze pushed through her smock. Weiss shook like a leaf.
She felt like an idiot. She was an idiot, leaving Ruby like that. It was barely anything, just a swing of that cleaver and she was doubting her whole bloody life? Gods, she'd stabbed her so-called father, by what stupid fucking notion did she think he would everforgive her? Weiss kicked a nearby tree out of anger, but it did nothing to alleviate it. "Shite!" She hissed to herself. "Bloody… idiot! Argh!"
She wanted to go back, but the path behind her… was that even behind her? Or did she turn when she fell? She cast her tiny flame about, trying to find a path among the trees, but it was all roots and plants and fallen leaves. Nothing remained. She was lost.
"Weiss!" The voice was almost a whisper with how distant it was, but it cut through the darkness, straight to Weiss' ears. Of course Ruby was still looking. Unlike her, she was good.
"Ruby!" She called in return, chasing her only friend's voice. She tripped over every root, but kept moving forward with singular determination. She'd apologize. Ruby would, of course, welcome her with open arms like the dolt she was.
"Weiss!" She cried, her voice growing closer as the heiress pursued. Weiss sped her steps, calling out before Ruby could lose her. "Please, Weiss! I'm sorry!"
"I'm coming!" Weiss shouted, lifting her kirtle in one hand as the other held the flame for light. Her feet sank slightly into the soil with every step, but she ran nonetheless. Damn Jacques, damn Willow, damn that monstrous Knight Captain, she'd made her bed and she was going to lie in it! "Ruby! I'm here!"
The ground underfoot hardened suddenly, and something else caught her rising step, tripping her fully. The flame snuffed to nothing as she fell, her body landing on the hard floor. The hard… stone floor. Weiss stretched her arms around, feeling her surroundings. Bricks. Stone bricks. Old, broken, and covered in ancient moss. She lifted her chin, but only darkness greeted her.
"Weiss!" She called again, her voice closer this time. Surely she'd heard Weiss' response, and had come to—
"What's wrong! Come back!"
The voice was almost upon her. The dark grew darker. "R-Ruby?"
"Please, Weiss! I'm sorry!"
Weiss felt her soul climb up her throat, choking her. That wasn't Ruby.
"Weiss! What's wrong!" It wasn't right. It wasn't real. A form of infinite darkness lapped at the shadows, fingers stretching to the fallen heiress. "Come back!"
Weiss scrambled back, her hand flying up as she channeled unfamiliar flames. She needed light, she needed light!
With a brief spark of her fingertips, light came.
A pale, silver-eyed visage appeared from the darkness, floating amid infinite void. The face was familiar. Where a scar would stretch from ear to nose, there was nothing but perfect rosy skin. The brow wasn't interrupted by a gnarled line of pink tissue, and the nose wasn't offset. Ruby Rose, perfectly unmarred, save for the crown of iron nails half-sunk into her skull. The weeping adornment sent sanguine trickles down her features, pouring into the sides of her mouth and creating a bubbling pool behind her teeth.
"Please Weiss! I'm sorry!" The words slithered past open, unmoving lips, bringing a spurt of red foam with them. It flew across Weiss' face and soaked her kirtle, spreading a sickly warmth across her flesh. Slowly, unbidden, her trembling hands reached up, her fingers brushing against the familiar visage.
Weiss had never seen something so beautiful.
The flesh was soft and malleable, squishing under her fingers as it pressed into her touch, hard enough that the skin broke around her digits. The split flesh sloughed around her fingertips, pulling her in, so warm, fighting back the chill air of the night. Inky black claws wrapped around her waist, lifting her to Ruby's bleeding maw. It opened wide for her, impossibly so, tearing open her bloodstained cheeks as it unhinged to accommodate the heiress. Her arms entered first, her head following into the warm embrace. It was like snuggling into her mother's bosom.
"Weiss!" Ruby's voice called. It would ask her to come back, next, but she was already there. She felt her shoulders grow warm as they followed.
"Weiss! Where are you!" Well, she was right there, in her hands. Couldn't Ruby see that?
"Come back, you're gonna get lost!" That wasn't Ruby. No, it was somebody else. Jane? No, no, Jiang? That wasn't right, either. Yong? Yung? It didn't matter, not when her chest was growing so pleasantly warm.
"Shitting fuck!" Well, that was Blake. There was no mistaking it. The fay had a… unique way of swearing. "What is that!"
"It's got Weiss!" Ruby, you dolt. It is you. You've got Weiss. She knew the poor girl wasn't the brightest, but this was just basic object permanence.
Weiss felt the warmth envelop her stomach, and she realized she could open her eyes. Nothing but darkness greeted her, so thick and viscous that it pervaded all sight, save for the tiniest glimmer of light deeper beyond.
"Stand back!" Jane-Jiang-Yong-Yung yelled, her voice thickly muffled. "Don't look it in the eyes!"
"Just fucking kill it, Yang!" That's what it was— Yang. Something so simple, she really shouldn't forget.
Bright light burst against the darkness, like watching a fireworks show from underwater. It was quite delightful, save for the burning sensation that licked at her legs. Thankfully, that faded as they fell into the more gentle warmth of Ruby's embrace.
Annoyingly, she felt something grip above her feet, pulling her hard.
"Come on!" Ruby yelled, grunting in time with each yank on Weiss' ankles. "Let. Her. Out!"
A grumbling sound shook the darkness around her, but the pull at her legs was persistent and, worse, actually working. She felt herself gradually being torn from her Ruby's warmth, inch by inch.
She flailed her arms about, trying to fight against the pull, seeking any handhold. When she finally found purchase, she gripped it tight. She looked up to see what she was holding, but a voice snapped into her mind like a whip.
'GETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETMEOUTGETMEOUT', It screamed, rattling the heiress' brains. Why on Remnant would she get out? She was so damn warm here! Out there was where all the cold was!
The grip around her legs did not ease, and Weiss found that her handhold was not as stable as she assumed. Stuck in her desperate grip, it followed her out. The cold came back with force, striking against her legs as she was torn from Ruby's inky embrace. It felt like she was being buried in ice as her waist was freed, then her chest, then her shoulders. With all the might her mere chin could muster, she tried to hold herself in the warmth.
It wasn't enough. All at once, her head came free, followed immediately by her arms and hands. She seemed to fly for a couple moments before her momentum was immediately arrested, and she found herself falling in a warm lap.
She looked up. Ruby was there, holding her tightly, looking down at her with pain and worry. Wait, that didn't make sense, wasn't she just in Ruby? Seeking answers, she looked back from whence she—
The moment Weiss laid eyes upon the creature, she vomited.
A/N: its not vore its not vore its not vore its not vore its not vore stop saying its vore its not vore its nOT VORE
also next 2 chapters should be posted later this weekend simultaneously, since they're from a parallel perspective to this one. might be able to squeeze in a tc chapter this week