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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Character:
      Ruby_Rose, Weiss_Schnee, Blake_Belladonna, Yang_Xiao_Long, Pyrrha_Nikos,
      Nora_Valkyrie, Cinder_Fall, Emerald_Sustrai, Velvet_Scarlatina, Coco_
      (RWBY), Glynda_Goodwitch, Neopolitan_(RWBY), Melanie_Malachite, Militia
      Malachite
  Additional Tags:
      Tentabulges, Tentacle_Rape, Tentacle_Sex, Tentacle_Monsters, Pregnancy
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-06 Updated: 2015-03-30 Chapters: 17/? Words: 28965
****** Slithering Darkness ******
by Citrus_Principle
Summary
     An innocent mistake releases a horrifying creature into the bowls of
     Beacon, and no young Huntress's virtue is safe...
     [Tentacle Grimm/Every Female Character]
***** Ruby: Innocence Lost *****
Warning: There is a reason for the horror label on this fic. This contains
graphic tentacle hentai, so if that isn't your thing, I suggest you give this a
pass. If not, enjoy what I think might be the only tentacle hentai fic for this
archive.
"I guess this is what I get for being helpful…" Ruby whined as she put yet
anotherdusty box back on the shelf in the storage warehouse under the campus
proper. Professor Port had asked if somebody wouldn't mind running a few boxes
down here for him, and go-getter that she was, Ruby had immediately
volunteered… Her team on the other hand immediately deserted her with almost
comical speed. That had left poor Ruby Rose, whose only crime had been wanting
to be helpful, to carry all the boxes herself… "Well at leastI'm done now…"
Freshly relieved of her load, Ruby took a moment to survey the space and
satisfy her curiosity. She'd always wondered what sort of stuff got stored down
here-
Her musings were interrupted by a low growl, and in an instant she had drawn
and deployed Crescent Rose, Grimm? In the school?
Cautiously, Ruby walked deeper into the warehouse, ready to fight when she
finally discovered the source of the ominous growling – that is until she
discovered it, and wiped sweat from her brow in relief. It turned out that this
was where Port also kept his Grimm enclosures, for against the far wall floor
to ceiling were stacked huge pens housing various live Grimm behind thick metal
bars or Dust-powered Energy fields. Breathing a sigh of relief, she leaned in
to examine a caged nevermore the size of a parrot – the thing was almost cute
really – and set Crescent Rose down, Realizing that she didn't need it.
That was when her nightmare began.
As Ruby had propped her weapon up against the adjacent enclosure and turned to
the house-pet sized bird Grimm, she had failed to notice the shaft of her
weapon depressing the 'release' button, causing the energy field on the much
larger enclosure to flicker out.
Unbeknownst to the young huntress, eight black tentacles slithered out from
their prison. They kept close to the floor as they lurched toward her feet, and
by the time the little Nevermore squawked and she turned around, it was far too
late. One of the arms wrapped about Crescent Rose and flung it aside, causing a
loud clatter, while another surged forward with the speed of a striking serpent
and coiled itself about Ruby's ankle, She screamed and tried to run, tapping
her semblance for speed, but the tentacle's grip tightened, and she fell to the
ground on her stomach dazed and winded as the rose petals fluttered helplessly
to the floor. Groggily, she tried to get onto her hands and knees and crawl
away – to find Crescent Rose – but the creature responded too fast, and no
sooner was Ruby on her knees than had a second tendril bound her other leg. The
writhing tentacles spread her legs wide as they pulled her back towards the
mouth of the dark enclosure, and Ruby's eyes went wide in terror as she felt
more of the tendrils slithering up her legs.
"N-no! Let go of me!" Her feeble protests came to nothing though, and her eyes
widened in terror as the first slimy appendage slithered its way under her
combat skirt and over the waistband of her leggings to caress the small of her
back and leave a sticky wet trail, "p-please…"
But the thingdidn't listen. Instead, the probing end of the tendril curved
downward and worked its way under the waistband of her leggings, before
continuing to slither back down over her panties. Ruby drew in a sharp intake
of breath as it progressed between her legs from behind; it hugged her natural
contours as it slid between her buttocks, and she winced as it moved over her
maidenhood before emerging from the front of her skirt. Horrified, Ruby looked
down to see the violating black thingprod the underside of her corset before
curving down again, and with sudden force the whole slithering appendage tore
back, ripping her skirt off and tearing open the section of her leggings
between her legs.
Ruby's heart stopped, only to be jumpstarted and set hammering as the member
returned, slamming into her pussy, tearing clean through her panties like
tissue paper, and breaking something inside her all in one stroke.
"A-aaaagh!"
Ruby's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the violating tentacle squirm and writhe
inside her even as the little trickle of blood began dribbling down her thighs.
It was like something was tearing her insides apart – but it felt good.As the
tendril pulled out partway, and then thrusteven deeper inside her, screams of
terror gave way to involuntary moans, and the steady ramming in and out of her
pussy drowned out the sensation of still more tentacles slithering about her
stomach and under her corset, moving all the way up to curl about her petite
breast; her nipples were hard from stimulation, and the sudden squeezing of her
sensitive mounds drove the breath from her lungs. She couldn't help it as her
hips began bucking in time with the thrusting tendril and moaning ever more
loudly – there was a pressure building inside her now, something foreign to her
experience, but she wanted to feel it more…
As she thought that, two more slimy appendages penetrated her, shooting forward
from the dark and spiraling around the first. One plunged into her pussy as
well, corkscrewing around the first and sending and avalanche of ecstasy
through her and making the young huntress's legs tremble. The other drove into
her ass, violently forcing its way into the tight orifice. Taken together, the
force of these two latest violations knocked Ruby forward and her arms gave
out, leaving her with her face to the floor as the tentacles coiling about her
breasts tore her shirt open above her corset, exposing her soft flesh to the
cold concrete floor. Undeterred, the tentacles continued to plow her ass and
pussy, holding her backside above the floor as it jerked and gyrated in time
with the thrusting tentacles.
Ruby's vision was blurry as she gave herself over to the mounting pleasure
which kept rising inside her until she couldn't even feel the pain anymore,
I'm… being raped…she thought dimly, by a Grimm… Yet she couldn't bring herself
to care as the dam broke and her whole body tensed. Her back arched and she
cried out in bliss, her body shaking as her juices gushed past the tentacles in
her vagina, and then she went limp. Completely, utterly limp – her body lay
there, but her mind had checked out, and on shameless display for the snarling
Grimm that had played audience to her forced deflowering. Even then, the
tentacles did not stop, but continued to plunge deep inside her as she lay
their like a dead fish, and with each thrust, each successive orgasm, the
creature stole more of her aura until Ruby lost consciousness entirely.
===============================================================================
Ruby awoke some time later, curled up on the floor and shivering from prolonged
contact with the cold floor. Weakly, she staggered back to her feet, struggling
for balance as she staggered for the door, trying to cover herself with her
cloak.
"The others... I... I have to warn them..."
***** Weiss: No Rest for the Weary *****
Weiss contentedly hummed to herself as she lowered herself into the bathtub.
The bathrooms each dorm was furnished with were surprisingly lavish – a full
shower andtub equipped with spa jets didseem extravagant – not that the Heiress
was about to complain. She’d locked the bathroom door of course; wouldn’t doo
to have Blake or Yang walk in on her by accident – she had her modesty to think
of after all – so there would be no interruptions to her quiet, peaceful
relaxation time… Right?
Blissfully vegetating in the nice, hot water as she was, Weiss didn’t even
notice the jet stop. Nor, under the soap suds, did she see the black mass
beginning to extrude from the nozzle between her legs. Not that she’d ever
admit it of course, but she had so positioned herself to have the jet gently
pleasure her as she enjoyed the bath water at her leisure. Thus was it that she
scarcely batted an eye when the appendage brushed her womanhood. In truth, the
Heiress was half asleep in her luxuriant bath, and even as it began to worm its
first few inches inside of her, she thought she was dreaming it even as her
thighs reflexively closed a bit.
“Oh Neptune~” She drowsily moaned, “Go ahead… take me…”
As though in response to the invitation, the dark member currently exploring
Weiss’s entrance plunged deep inside, jarring her from her daze as she suddenly
lost her virginity.
“Aaahh!” Weiss yelped, trying to stand up. She froze when she saw the black
tendril protruding from her pussy, staring in slack-jawed horror. “W-what?”
When it pulled out slightly and then thrust back into her again though, Weiss’s
knees buckled and she fell back into the water, where more of the black
tentacles were emerging from the bathtub’s Jacuzzi nozzles and starting to wrap
about her legs. Desperately, she tried to throw herself over the edge of the
bathtub, but the tendrils tightened about her legs and she could only get her
stomach over the lip. As she bent over to reach for the counter, or anything
really, to pull herself out of the tub with, her petite, if still shapely ass
made for an easy target, and a second tentacle swiftly availed itself of the
unwitting invitation, sending a shock through her body.
“No…” The heiress grunted as she slumped over the lip of the bathtub and her
body rocked forward and back in time with the thrusts into her ass and pussy,
“Not… like this…”
Her hair was loose of her usual ponytail, and hung about her downturned face in
a jostling cascade even as the plunging thrusts inside of her brought wincing
tears to her eyes. Her breasts were small, but not so small that they did not
jerk and jiggle with each successive penetration, slapping softly against the
edge of the bath. She felt disgusted with herself when she realized that her
nipples were hard, and doubly so when she began to enjoy the writhing
appendages being inside her and allowed herself to slip back into the water,
moaning softly as her head rested just above the water at the end of her bath,
her arms hanging over either side of it. She moaned more loudly as two more
tentacles spiraled around the first and entered her pussy, causing her legs to
reflexively clamp shut, only to be thwarted as two more tendrils wrapped
themselves around her fit, lean thighs and priedthem open, lifting her feet
from the water and separating her legs such that they draped over the edges of
the luxuriant bathtub at the knees, leaving her womanhood and supple ass open
for plunder.
As the various tendrils continued to surge in and out of her with impunity, the
two remaining tendrils explored her upper body. One coiled about her right
breast and squeezed, its slimy tip teasing her nipple and prompting her to
still louder moaning. Dimly, she thought about how humiliating this would be if
anyone else saw – or were even listening from out in the dorm – but Blake and
Yang hadn’t come back with her after Ports class, and by this point she was far
too busy enjoying her violation to care. The last tentacle caressed her neck
and slithered up her chin, before curving over like a snake poised to strike,
and when next she parted her lips to moan in uncontrollable ecstasy, it dove
down her throat, choking off her pleasured vocalization. It tasted salty on her
tongue as it deeply probed her throat, but that was okay.. as long as whatever
this waskept making her feel this good, she could forgive a lot…
She felt herself getting hot all over as the pleasure flooded her senses from
her breasts, ass, and vagina, and slowly, so very slowly,she felt a kind of
pressure mounting in the pit of her stomach. She wanted more of it – she had to
feel it all –and she wanted it now.In a lazy haze, she used her semblance with
a sluggardly twist of her wrist to cast a red-orange clockwork glyph around the
whole bathtub area, and then let go. When the rune took effect, she lost her
mind. Suddenly all eight tentacles fucked her all over in fast-forward. The
creature hammeredinto her ass, it drove itselfdown her throat, the wet,
slithering caress and constriction of her breasts became a forceful kneading,
and er pussy… the three members wound around each other inside her had become a
thick, writhing drillplunging deep inside her. It was all too much, and after
just a scant few seconds of this her back arched and the tentacle withdrew from
her lips, allowing her to screamout in ecstasy. It was so great a pleasure
that, as her body arched, she was almost completely lifted out of the water,
her whole body trembling and shaking above the bath as she orgasmed and a
torrent of juices flooded out from her vagina. Then, having sapped most of her
aura in the course of its ministrations, the creature withdrew all its
apendages at once, dropping her limp body unceremoniously into the water again,
leaving her eyes unfocused and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
“T-that… was…” Nervously, she reached down to feel the fire between her legs,
“A-amazing… What… was…” but she couldn’t find the strength or will to finish
her sentence, instead slumping and falling into a satisfied doze.
***** Blake: A Cat in Heat *****
Blake supposedthat she could have helped Ruby with Port’s boxes, and on any
other day, she probably would have. Unfortunately, when Blake had woken up that
morning, her panties had been utterly drenched; she’d gone into heat. Sitting
through classes had been hell – her whole body tingled at the slightest breeze,
and every time she sat down, the feeling of the seat pressing up against her
entrance through the thin layer of her black silk panties was almost too much.
She’d spent the entire day fighting the urge to touch herself, and even then,
by the time Port’s class came and went, the fantasy she’d indulged in to drown
out the man’s lecture – involving her burying her face in Yang’s glorious,
heaving bosoms whilst taking it both ways from Jaune and Ren– had left her
panties wet again. So, after getting out of class she’d immediately made for
the most remote corner of the library and the coziest armchair she could find;
a girl had needs after all – especially a girl in her heat cycle…
Thus had it been that Blake had chosen to curl up with Ninjas of lovewhere no
one was likely to find her so she could privately play at being a very naughty
kitty. As she reached down under her skirt to stroke the wetness between her
legs, Blake imagined herself in the place of her ‘novel’s’ lead heroine, whose
first scene involved her introduction as the evil warlord’s favorite concubine,
and whose subsequent rescue resulted in her then having sex with the hero,
before then using er feminine whiles to seduce a virginal shrine priestess into
divulging the secret to forging an enchanted sword (which incidentally involved
still moresex) but she could only pleasure herself so much.
Setting the book down, she turned around and straddled the thick arm of the
chair, letting her full weight rest on the arm. She gasped, clinging to the arm
of the chair as she started to grind herself against the armrest, unable to
hold back anymore. Working her pelvis side to side on the arm of the chair she
moaned, completely oblivious to the tentacles that had begun working their way
out of the vent on the floor behind her chair. She was so hornythat it hurt,
and desperate enough for relief that she’d submit herself to pretty much anyone
who came along at that point, or indeed, anything.
It was just then that the first tentacle had worked its way through the seat of
the sofa, and finding Blake’s calf, swiftly wrapped around it and abruptly
heaved her leg upward so that her heel was resting on top of the chair’s
headrest. That hadcaught her notice, but before she could recoil, a second
tentacle had bound her other ankle, pinning her in what nearly amounted to a
vertical split and forcing her to clutch to the corner of the chair if she
didn’t want to fall backward.
“W-what is-GAH!!!” Blake moaned and her body convulsed as two more appendages
reached up from between the cushions and caressed her desperatewomanhood,
slipping under the black fabric of her panties and suddenly ripping them open.
She bit her lip in slight disappointment; she didn’t know what was doing this
to her, and at the moment, she didn’t care,she just wanted it to stop teasing
her and fuck her stupid.
Blake moaned again as one of the tendrils reached back up and traced her lower
lips, “Aaaapaahhh! Come on!” She begged through clenched teeth, “Take me… take
me… just TAKE ME already-,”
Blake’s lust-addled plea was granted before she could finish its third
iteration. Not one, not two, but threetendrils plunged up into her quivering
wetness at once, and Blake nearly screamed. Desperately hanging on to the back
of the chair with one arm to support herself, with her other, Blake languidly
fumbled with the buttons of her uniform’s blouse and blazer. Her nipples were
pert and erect, practically beggingfor a share of the pleasure and when her
blouse hung open, she simply tore her bra off, glancing lazily down to watch
her own breasts bounce and jiggle in time with the thrusts in and out of her
pussy. Then she let her free hand trace down from her breasts, over her smooth
stomach, and over her hyper-sensitive clit until she could feel the members
coursing in an out of her like wet and slippery pistons, each thrust
penetrating just a little bit deeperinto her warm tightness as her walls
squeezed down on the intruding tendrils, as though to milk them for whatever
pleasure they were worth, and Blake had reached down just in time to feel
herself gush onto the seat of her chair. Unlike her previous teammates though,
that was not the end of Blake’s experience; her heat cycle had put her body
into sexual overdrive, and she wasn’t anywhere nearsatisfied.
As Blake came down slightly from her firstorgasm, another tentacle had been
working its way behind her with designs on her widely drawn ass, driving deep
inside her from behind as her first discharge of juices soaked into the
cushion. Blake groaned and her body jerked as the slithering intrusion worked
its way deep into her ass, completing her little double-penetration fantasy in
a manner most unexpected, if also colossally pleasurable.
It was all too much. Blake’s eyes lolled back into her head as she came again,
and her grip on the back of the chair slipped, leaving her to fall backward,
partially onto the drenched seat of the chair and partially hanging off, her
legs still spread wide as she let her upper torso drape down towards the floor,
her arms hanging limp to the floor. It was only then that her left leg was
allowed to come down from its lofty perch, only to be draped over the opposite
arm of the chair, leaving her positioned as though attempting to straddle the
back of the armchair, her legs spread wide. Through the transition, the three
tendrils plowingher vagina never ceased, even as she felt still anothertentacle
bind her wrists together on the floor.
Blake came a third time,completely helpless and thoroughly satisfied. A little
drool escaped the corner of her mouth, and she drifted off into blissful
unconsciousness as the tentacles finished with her, withdrawing from whence
they had come only after Blake had lost consciousness in her satiated stupor
and slumped to the floor.
 
***** Yang: The Bigger They Are... *****
Yang laid blow after blow into her punching bag, wailing on it with all her
considerable strength. It wasn’t for nothing that people didn’t screw with Yang
Xiao Long; she was a powerhouse. Strength, stamina, not to mention drop-dead
gorgeousgood looks – she had it all. She couldn’t really deny that it made her
smile to think about how almost all the girls in the school wanted to be her,
and all the guys wanted her – not that she could blame them. She came to the
gym every day as much for her adoring publicas for herself – didn’t hurt to
strut her stuff while she trained, right? Short shorts and a tube top were all
she really needed to beat the hell out of a punching bag; who reallyneeded a
bra?
Let em look~
Today though, she was slightly disappointed; the gym was completely deserted.
Maybe it was because so many of the students and faculty were out in Vale
enjoying the Vytal Festival, but in any case, they weren’t thereto fantasize
about her,which kinda took some of the fun out of working out. Still she
pressed on, letting her mind wander as she kept striking the bag. Maybe she
felt a littleguilty for leaving Ruby with all of Port’s boxes, but she knew the
way Port looked at her, and Professor Port was one of the few people Yang would
rather not think about imagining her naked. She figured Blake and Weiss had had
similar thoughts – plus their own routines to think about – Weiss did love to
take long baths and Blake was all about her books… though Blake had been acting
a little weird all day… So lost in thought was she as she continued to pummel
her punching bag that Yang failed to notice tentacles slithering out of the
duct work above her, slowly reaching down toward her…
When she paused for a breather Yang turned away from the direction of the ducts
and leaned her back against the bag, letting her arms fall to her sides, “Phew…
I think that’s probably enough of a working over for now…” It might have been
true for the punching bag, but the Brawler’s own ‘working over’ was only just
about to begin.
The first two tentacles swiftly wrapped about her wrists all at once, and
abruptly yanked her arms up and back, lifting the startled blonde from the
floor and wrapping her arms about the punching bag even as her front faced
away. Next, her kicking and dangling legs were subdued, bound at the ankles and
likewise drawn back by the tendrils to cling about the punching bag. Yang
couldn’t believe it; shewas pinned – though that particular incredulity did not
linger long on her mind as she felt something slithering up her thigh, causing
her legs to tremble. “W-what the hell?” She gaped, trying to look, but her
position was such that she couldn’t see down past her own breasts. All she
coulddo was feelas the slimy probe moved up the leg of her shorts…
‘Oh god!” Yang gasped as it brushed over the space between her legs. She hadn’t
come to the gym wearing panties either… “Aaahhh!” She let out a moan and her
fist clenched as the slimy extrusion entered her. It felt so wrong and yet so
rightas the thing explored her insides. She wasn’t a virgin – not with a body
like hers –but she’d never had anybody this deepinside her, and it felt-
Yang shook her head, Get it together Xiao Long!
Fighting back to her senses, Yang tried to pull her arms and legs free, and she
could have sworn that she felt her right arm slide a little bit free,but then
the tendrils that held her in place tightened, and that was the end of that.
Yang shivered as she felt more tentacles slithering under her arms, and she
reflexively pulled her face away when she saw for the first time two of the
glistening black tentacles which bound her, slithering over her breasts.
Irrespective of the blonde’s disgust, the appendages dove down into her ample
cleavage, displacing her skintight tube top as they went and causing her
sumptuous melons to spill free of her top.
Meanwhile, another slimy tendril slid over her stomach and reached down into
her shorts until it poked back out of the leg, and with a violent jerk, it
ripped the front of her shorts open, exposing her dripping pussy. Thus exposed,
Yang’s entire body convulsed as the second tendril penetrated her vagina, and
her breasts jiggled, slapping loudly against the bare skin of her chest before
the tentacles which had revealed her heaving mammaries coiled around them and
squeezed.First the left breast, then the right was tightly constricted and then
relaxed in turn, like she was some kind of dairy cow.A comparison made all the
more apt when the malleable ends of the tentacles suckled onto her nipples,
stiff pink circles at her peaks, and tugged in alternating turns. It felt so
good that she almost wished she wasa cow… A-Agh! YES!!! Milk me!!!
Suddenly, she was pulled away from the punching bag and her arms were raised
over her head. As she came to hang directly beneath the vent from which the
tentacles had come, the appendages holding her legs pulled up, raising her
backside and situating her such that her stomach, breasts, and face all faced
the floor. The two tentacles that had been writhing about inside her pussy
withdrew suddenly as a ninth, substantially thickertentacle emerged from the
dark vent above and hung between her shaking, but still tightly bound legs.
Yang’s only warning was the feeling of its girth accidentally brushing up
against her thigh as it drew back to strike, before suddenly plunging violently
into her quivering pussy. Yang opened her mouth to scream as this latest, huge
member claimed her, but was silenced as the two tentacles which had formerly
occupied her vagina dove into her open mouth, choking off the cry. Yang twisted
and writhed as she felt her folds stretched wider than ever before to
accommodate the sheer girth of this new tendril inside her; it was nearly as
thick as her upper arm, and it pushed deep inside her – four inches… eight
inches… all the way into her womb – it’s ribbed length thrusting and undulating
all the while until a bulge came down its length from the vent and the huge
tendril loosed its payload inside her.
That was more than she could take, and she came. She sprayed her juices all
over the tentacle and the floor as it withdrew from her pussy with a loud
sucking noise, leaving a mingled stream of Yang’s and its own cum to dribble
from the trembling blonde’s pussy as she was dropped to the floor, head
swimming. God did that hurt, but nothing in her entire life had ever felt that
good…As she drifted lazily into a sleepy stupor, she dimly rationalized that
she could worry about what had happened to her later – maybe when she wasn’t
still coming down from the experience…
***** RWBY: Team Working-Over *****
Weiss sat on her bed in her nightgown, arms wrapped about her knees. She
couldn’t believe what had happened to her, but there was no denying it; she was
still sore after all. She wasn’t sure how to feel – at the time it had felt so
goodbut looking back, it was just so… crass… a proper lady shouldn’t submit
herself to sexual violation so eagerly… Concerning that point though, Weiss
wasn’t entirely surethat she wanted to be a proper lady…
She started a bit as the doorknob turned and Blake stumbledinto the room,
closing it behind her. She was holding a book, but she dropped it almost
immediately as she stumbled to brace herself on her and Yang’s bunk bed.
Blake’s legs were trembling, and her hair looked disheveled somewhat, which
gave Weiss cause for some concern.
“B-Blake…? Are you… okay?”
“O-oh yeah…” Blake said through a slightly disconcerting slur, “N-never
better…”
“What happened to you?”
“Well I…” Blake hesitated, “This morning… well… part of being a female Faunus
isgoing through this…”
“Blake…?”
“I…. was in heat when I woke up this morning…”
The Heiress’s eyes widened, “O-oh…”
“But yeah… I’m… I’m okay now… How’s your afternoon gone…?”
“I…” The words caught in her throat.
Just then both looked to the door, as they heard Ruby’s tremulous voice from
outside, “Yang! Are you okay?”
Both teammates' eyes widened at once, and they exchanged a look, before looking
away from each other as the sisters came through the door, the elder clad in a
mix and match of her uniform skirt and her tube top, while the younger helped
her inside while trying to cover herself entirely with her cloak. “I think I’m
gonna be sick Rubes…”
Weiss was on her feet in an instant, “Yang! What happened to you?”
But it was Ruby who answered, “T-there’s a… a thing!!!”
Blake and Weiss blinked, “A what?”
“S-some kind of Grimm…” Ruby admitted hesitantly, “I accidentally let it out
when I was in the storeroom and… and…” She sniffled letting her cloak slip to
expose her breasts and her despoiled maidenhood, “It…”
Weiss swallowed, her hand gravitating between her own legs, “M-me too…” She
turned to Blake, “Don’t tell me-,”
Blake weakly nodded, and though perhaps it was her heat talking, she seemed
markedly less disturbed, “Yeah… and it was so good...”
“Fuck…” Yang uttered as she stumbled to hold onto Ruby and Weiss’s bunks for
support, “You’re telling me that this… thingfucked all of us...? Oh- oh god!”
Yang’s legs suddenly folded beneath her and she clutched her stomach, “H-hey…
did it… y-know… cum inside all of you too?”
Eyes wide, R, W, and B all shook their heads slowly, and Ruby and Weiss gasped
when they realized Yang’s stomach was slowly starting to bulge.
“G-god…is it hot in here?” Yang asked, her face flushed as she started to
sweat, “I uh… I don’t feel so good…”
Ruby hastily helped her sister to sit down on Blake’s bed as Weiss and Blake
stared, one aghast, the other looking slightly flushed herself as she caught
sight of the way that her partner’s nipples were beginning to struggle with her
tight tube top. Still Yang’s stomach swelled, and each little bit her stomach
bulged pulled the neckline of her top progressively lower until her breasts
fell free, themselves looking slightly swollen, and her nipples completely
erect.
“Y-Yang! What’s happening to you!?”  Ruby said with worry as Yang’s abdomen
began to look as though she had swallowed an entire watermelon whole.
Yang however, was beyond talking. Propping herself up on one hand she fumbled
down under her skirt with the other, then thought better of it and simply tore
the garment off before feeling herself, “It’s… it comin-GAH!!” She threw her
head back as she threw her legs wide.
None of Team RWBY’s members were doctors, but they knew enough about their own
anatomy to know that Yang’s vagina was severelydilated. Yang groaned as her
body convulsed, and then let out a yell that was equal parts pain and ecstasy,
“You’re-Agh! You’re supposed… supposed to push, right?”
Blake nodded, unable to decide in her heat-addled mind whether she wanted to
stare at Yang’s tits or her pussy. “Y-yeah…”
“The thinggot her pregnant?” Weiss gaped, “A-and so fast?”
“Well we don’t know much about how this Grimm’s physiology works…” Blake
offered distractedly, “Just that it’s really good for-,”
“Blake!” Ruby protested.
“S-sorry…”
Yang’s whole body shook, and she clenched all the muscles in her lower body
until several thin, black tentacles emerged from her pussy, and she screamed
out again. At the same moment, the tentacles heaved a bulbous black body the
size of a grapefruit free from Yang’s pussy, and her jiggling breasts began to
spray milky fluid before she flopped backward onto Blake’s bunk breathless. The
less physically traumatized members of team RWBY just gaped at the sight and
Yang’s stomach shrank somewhat, but then she convulse again and another set of
tentacles emerged, heaving another small cephalopod-like Grimm free of Yang’s
quivering pussy. Rather than skittering off for the vent like its brother
though, this one used it’s tentacles to clamber up Yang’s torso and sucker onto
the nipple of her left breast, still spurting lactation.
Weiss fell to her knees as a thirdinfantile tentacle Grimm emerged from Yang’s
body and the blond Brawler’s abdomen returned to its normal size, “W-what
the-,” But the Heiress’s disbelieving exclamation was cut off as, from the
vents against the walls under both beds, the adult Grimm’s tentacles surged out
to claim them all once more, the first among them driving home straight into
the Heiress’s pussy. Jerking forward, she braced herself with her palms on the
floor, eyes wide as she saw the tendrils reaching for an oblivious Blake and
Ruby. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t, to escape, yet she didn’t try, she
didn’t want this again –but the slimy invader began to undulate insider, and
she lost all will to fight it.
Surprised to see her partner doubling over Ruby spoke, “Weiss-,” Only to be cut
off as a second tentacle thrust upward and laid claim to her own pussy with a
squelching noise. The reaper fell to her knees, panicking, as a second, third,
and fourthtentacle followed the first inside her, “N-no! N-not a gain! No-oooh
YES!!!”
Blake, now in a heat-haze all over again, was unabashedly disappointed that her
turn hadn’t come again right away, so she clambered onto the bed – it was her
bed after all –on top of Yang’s panting form and, even as the Grimmling suckled
at her partner’s left teat, Blake took the right nipple into her own mouth and
sucked, savoring Yang’s sweet milk as the remaining tendrils finally found
their way to the Bumblebee duo, one slithering into Yang’s still drawn vagina,
and the others plugging Blake’s eager ass and pussy as well.
Meanwhile, on the floor at the side of the bed, Weiss and Ruby had flung their
arms around each other for support sloppily exchanging a French kiss as they
totally forgot themselves in the course of the pounding that they were
receiving. The third newborn Grimm to issue from their blonde partner’s womb
skittered over, coming under Weiss’s nightgown from behind, and the Heiress let
out a squeal as she felt half a dozen small tentacles slither up her ass. Ruby,
for her part, had utterly forgotten to be horrified; it hurt, but it also felt
so good –especially after the third and fourth appendages had slipped out of
her pussy and migrated upward to suckle on one of each partner’s stiffened
nipples, and tearing Weiss’s nightgown open to first expose the heiress’
jiggling breasts.
Ruby felt a spray hit her face as Blake was the first to cum. Her fluids gushed
around the tentacle protruding from her pussy even as it kept right on plunging
in and out of her, eliciting moan after sensual moan. Ruby was next, toppling
backwards and dragging Weiss down on top of her as her back arched, her fluids
gushing all over the floor in a torrent which just kept dribbling as the
Heiress hunched over her predatorily and sucked on the younger girl’s unclaimed
nipple. Ruby then let out a startled squeak as, when it was Weiss’s turn to
cum, the Heiress accidentally bit down on Ruby’s nipple as her muscles tensed
and her juices gushed across the floor. Finally, Yang came, despite her
bedraggled state, spewing not only vaginal fluids, but also milk from both
nipples as the Grimmling scurried away and Blake squeezed both her partner’s
glorious breasts tightly, guiding both streams into her face. Then, as quickly
as they’d come, the tentacles withdrew from the members of Team RWBY, leaving
them in exhausted heaps on top of each other.
“G-girls…” Ruby tentatively spoke when she recovered some of her wits after
nearly ten minutes of lying there, “I-I think we should… maybe… tell someone…”
“Tell w-what? T-that we all got tentacle-raped and enjoyed it so muchthat we
decided to have a tentacle orgy?” Weiss remarked.
“D-do we haveto tell someone…?” Blake asked, nuzzling on Yang’s breast, the
latter having once more slipped into blissful unconsciousness, “Because I’ve
got another weekof my heat cycle and I reallywouldn’t mind…. You know… It’s not
like we’re hurt or anything…”
“S-so…” Weiss breathed, “Our little secret…?”
“Y-yeah…”
***** Pyrrha: Steamy *****
Pyrrha bent down to take off her stockings. Her greaves and other articles of
armor were already stowed in her locker, as was her combat skirt. She had just
finished her early morning workout, and now she just wanted to strip down and
wash away the sweat and tension with a nice warm shower. As she undid her
corset, the fabric of her top fell free, falling just below the waistband of
her panties. Letting out a comfortable sigh, she reached down to pull off the
top; she never really wore a bra – her armor provided more than enough support
as it was – and the last thing she took off was her copper-red panties before
she closed her locker and headed for the showers.
One of the definite advantages of getting up to do her workout this early was
that there was usually no one else around, and she could take her time in the
showers without fear for her modesty. Paradoxical as it was, given all the
magazine’s she’d posed for in various… revealing outfits as the four-time
Mistral Champion, Pyrrha was rather shy about her body; swimsuits were one
thing, but letting people actually see her nakedwas a whole different matter.
Well… except for maybe oneperson…
“Jaune…” She whispered softly as the steaming hot spray of the shower cascaded
over her body. Her breathing grew heavy and she leaned up against the wall of
the shower room, bracing herself with a hand as she imagined her team leader’s
fingers gently caressing her skin. If only the boy would just ask,he could have
her, but he was just so dense…Still, it was a nice fantasy… So nice in fact,
that as the star of Sanctum closed her eyes and imagined Jaune holding her
close, she failed to notice the slithering extrusions from the drains in the
floor and the unused showerheads to her left and right.
The first tentacle slowly wormed its way along the wet tiles of the floor as
Pyrrha’s oblivious fantasy escalated and she let out a blissful sigh, before
curving upward into the dribble of hot water trickling down from her shaven
pussy. When it rose up to probe its next victim though, the Mistral Champion’s
reflexes kicked in clamping her thighs tightly shut and dropping her to her
knees, eyes suddenly wide in startled bewilderment. The tendril had gotten
perhaps an inch inside of her, but once she had closed her legs, Pyrrha’s
exceptional leg strength made it difficult for the slick member to progress
further toward its goal, leaving it instead to greedily rub the trembling
redhead’s hymen.
Pyrrha’s fingers grasped at nothing as her hands slid down the wet tile walls
and to the floor as inexplicable pleasure rippled through her. Her breathing
grew ragged and her breast jiggled as her torso shook in response to the
stimulation, but still she held her legs squeezed shut, denying the invader
deeper access, or at least trying,as the tentacle’s own slick coating combined
with Pyrrha’s own wet skin allowed it to wriggle deeper, millimeter by
millimeter. The creature was not satisfied with its slow progress though, and
so, from one of the other drains on the floor, another tentacle emerged, and
descending upon the unsuspecting young Huntress from behind with greater haste
than the first, thrust itself into her virgin ass. Pyrrha yelp as her toned and
shapely ass was penetrated, and she lost concentration on her legs, relaxing
the grip and allowing the member that had already been teasing her insides to
surge deeper into her Pyrrha’s back arched backwards as a small splatter of
blood issued from her pussy as the writhing tentacle claimed her virginity. She
stopped herself from falling backwards by putting her arms back behind her, but
that was about all the presence of mind left to her as the tendrils in her ass
and pussy began pumping in and out of her in an alternating rhythm.
“Oh! Oh! Aaah!” she moaned. Her face flushed and her nipples were hard; however
much the thought might have initially revolted her, her bodywas enjoying this…
“J-Jaune…” That was it – her way out of feeling ashamed that she could no
longer give Jaune her virginity; she could just close her eyes and imagine that
Jaunewas making love to her instead…. She’d done it before after all…
The star of Sanctum’s hips bucked at the thought that it was Jauneinside her,
having plunged his erect length into her and working his hips to make sure that
she received the fullest possible pleasure. True, Jaune couldn’t pleasure her
vagina andass at once, but that was a minor detail as a new tendril arched over
her chest and suckered onto her right nipple, and she imagined that it was
Jaune’s lips instead. Then, Jaune’s Grimm stand-in bound her wrists together
with another tentacle, then her forearms, causing her to fall backward onto her
back, even as the two which had been pounding her slithered free and two others
wrapped about her calves, prying her long, fulllegs wide open.
Breathing heavily, the spear-fighter attempted to catch her breath. Pyrrha’s
pussy was quiveringin anticipation, dripping wet in a combination of her
arousal and the ceaseless torrent of the showerhead, and as she lay there on
her back, her arms pinned beneath her and the tentacle at her breast even with
drew, she gazed up upon the scene in which she found herself. The tendrils
which held her legs widely parted had emerged from the showerheads to her left
and right. The one that had restrained her arms originated from the drain in
the center of the shower room, and from the various other scattered about the
floor, numerous other glistening appendages had emerged, yet they just seemed
to hover over her, almost mocking herand waiting for her to come down from her
first bout of involuntary arousal and her fantasy to evaporate. The redhead
twitched and fidgeted in discomfort and impatience, but couldn’t move; her
womanhood tingled in anticipation of more, but she was powerless to relieve
herself, and so, squeezing her eyes shut with a deep breath, she uttered a
single word of plea: “More…”
Then, and only then,did the creature act again, lifting her lower body by the
legs until her quivering wetness faced the ceiling, leaving only her arms,
head, and upper back in contact with the floor as the shower pelted down onto
her sensitive folds. It was only then that another tendril emerged, this time
from the drain directly beneath her own showerhead, reaching high up above her
until her deep green eyes caught sight of it through the steamy shower and it
came into view between her twitching legs. And then another, and a third… As
though they were bolts of hard, sexual lightning, all threetentacles suddenly
bent down and slammedinto Pyrrha’s unprepared pussy all at once, utterly
filling herinstantly. Her whole body was jolted by the instantaneous triple-
penetration and she threw her head back, letting out a scream of unbridled
ecstasy and agony as the three members jockeyed for dominance over one another
with her tight pussy as the battleground. She felt herself squirt as her body
spasmed, setting her unbound breasts bouncing all about with each successive
and ever deeper thrust.
While her upturned lower body jerked and swayed in response to the three
members impaling her vagina, two more tentacles slithered over from nearby
drains and reached up her chest to the sides of her breast – not to coil
around, but to squeeze them together – and something stopped the flow of her
showerhead… there was a brief sound of protesting metal, and then the entire
shower fixture burst from the wall, clattering loudly to the floor, and even as
she came a second time, her eyes somewhat glazed from her orgasm-induced daze,
her eyes widened in shock at the sheer girthof the tentacle that had emerged
from where the showerhead had been. It was huge –easily as thick in itself as
all three of the tendrils which stillplowed in and out of her vagina, causing
the former bashful virgin to cum again and again and again.It first made
contact with her thigh, but kept moving down her stomach to her chest, and then
Pyrrha realized why her breasts were being squeezed together. The redhead
shivered as the bulbous head of the member initially prodded against the
generous swell of the underside of her breasts, and she gasped as, more
insistently now, it pressed itself into her soft cleavage from below. She
couldn’t but look down in astonishment as the bulging gray-black head of the
member, easily the size of a grapefruit –emerged from between her supple tits,
a tight orifice in evidence at its tip as it bumped her chin. Slowly at first,
it pulled back, sending fresh waves of stimulation through her breasts, and
then lurched forward again, and the three tentacles in her pussy continued
their penetration all the while. Her breasts wobbled forward and back as this
latest fleshy pistonintensified and she moaned loudly, cumming a fourth time.By
now, the huge tentacle was thrusting hard, and her body shook more in time with
itthan the three competing invaders in her womanhood. A knot of dread formed in
the pit of her stomach as the tiles around where the thick member had emerged
from the wall cracked, a thick bulge beginning to travel down its length toward
her, but that couldn’t thwart the pressure and the pleasureas her body prepared
to orgasm a fifth time. The pressure rose within her even as the bulge met and
forced it’s way between her breasts, and an instant later Pyrrha’s head and
shoulders were covered in a spurting flood of white sludge, and all her limbs
were released, all tentacles withdrew, and her lower body finally flopped back
down to the floor, her own cum spraying the wall several feet away. Last to
pull away and disappear was the huge tendril, releasing a thick trail of white
ooze over the whole length of her body as it pulled away, and leaving Pyrrha
naked, twitching, and breathless on the floor.
***** Nora: Wake-Up Call *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Nora snored softly in her bed, head nestled comfortably on her pillow. It was a
Saturday, and the other members of Team JNPR had all left the dorm already and
started their respective routines, leaving the red-headed hammer-wielder to
oversleep at her leisure. Her bedding was a mess, her comforter and sheets all
bunched up at the foot of it, but that didn’t bother her. She was content to
lie there, spread-eagle in a little pink nightgown that she probablyshould have
stopped wearing around the age of fourteen –but it was stretchy, so who cared?
Certainly not the uninvited guests to the JNPR dorm…
Unbeknownst to the slumbering huntress, two of the small tentacle-Grim were
clambering up onto her bed by the sheets hanging over the side. One moved
towards the head of the bed, while the other skittered between her legs,
causing her to giggle faintly in her sleep when its first slimy limbs brushed
up against her pink and white striped panties. She shifted a bit, but did not
wake as it climbed onto her clit, even as its brother pulled itself over her
arm and toward her face, where her mouth hung open. Momentarily flummoxed, the
creature resting above her snatch then worked several of its tendrils under the
waistband of her panties and heaved itself under, into the undergarment.
“Ooh… Ren~” The still-sleeping Huntress giggled again, turning her head in the
other direction as her thighs reflexively tensed, forcing the other little
creature to crawl over her pillow and around to her face again. When the first
creature was satisfied with its position between her legs, it reached out a few
of its tentacles to secure itself at her hips, and then a few more in the other
direction to anchor itself by burrowing into her ass.
It was only thenthat Nora woke up with a start, just in time for the second
creature to sucker onto her face, preventing her from screaming. Both creatures
then began to extrude their thicker, main tentacle into her mouth and pussy.
Still immature, they weren’t quite ready to breed, but instinct was instinct,
and they began siphoning off Aura as they entered her from top and bottom.
Nora’s hips bucked and her hands grasped the sheets and mattress, her back
arching slightly as the penetrating members reached six or seven inches inside
her vagina and all the way down her throat. Her knees shook violently in time
with the thrusting in and out of her pussy, threatening to squeeze shut with
each penetration and starting to fall slack as the small tentacle pulled out,
only to have the cycle repeat itself over and over…All Nora could do was get
out choked grunts as the rhythmic pounding intensified, getting faster and
faster as the pressure built inside her body. The tendril in her mouth tasted
salty, and the one between her legs wriggled and writhed as it continuously
fucked her,but with each passing stroke it got to feeling better and better,and
she stopped even thinkingabout struggle or protest.
The Valkyrie let out a muffled moan as her back arched again and she climaxed,
her juices spurting past the Grimmling that remained firmly latched to her
pussy. It didn’t stop when she fell back down onto the bed though – if
anything, her experience was about to get even more intense as her eyes widened
at the sight of the adult creature’s tendrils slithering through the air vents
up above, and something largeknocked the grate covering the vent belowher bed
clean out of its housing.
One by one, the larger creature’s appendages collected her limbs at the wrists
and ankles, and then another slid down through the neck of her undersized
nightgown, between her breasts, and all the way down to her panties. Once it
had wrapped around the undergarment there was an instant’s paus before, with a
mighty ripping noise,the beast tore all of her sparse clothing off in one
violent motion, laying her smooth skin bare. Next, her hands and feet were
lifted off of the bed and brought together at a single point above her, where
they were all bound together by several more tentacles. Through all of this,
the smaller creatures continued to pump away, feeding on her Aura and – while
only slightly – growingas they absorbed it. Nora was not particularly aware of
that detail though – she was much more concerned with the softball sized fleshy
feeling nuzzling her buttocks.
She tried to avoid what she knew was inevitably coming next, but bound hand and
foot as she was by the tendrils hanging up above, all her struggling seemed to
do was spread herself wideras this unseen pythonpushed up against her more
insistently. Her asshole was too small for it initially, and in order to first
gain entrance the head began to shift its shape; less bulbous and more conical
– one big fleshy nozzle tapering to a point just rightfor plunging inside
stubborn orifices…
Nora’s scream as it slowly forced its way into her ass was muted by the member
which continued its labors in her mouth and throat, and slowly, so
excruciatingly slowly,the whole head pushed its way inside her, and by then she
was spread so widethat the member’s whole ribbed, columnar girth could slide
inside her with impunity. These thrusts came at a slow, but nonetheless
forceful pace, and Nora squeaked in foggy-minded discomfort that gradually gave
way to pleasure as she cummed again, her fluids dribbling down from her plugged
vagina and onto the plunging gray girth protruding from her ass. Nora couldn’t
see as the first bulge made its way up the serpentine mass plowing her within
an inch of unconsciousness, but she certainly felt itwhen the flood of hot ooze
coursed through her insides, and the second, third and fourth time…Her stomach
bulged a little more visibly with each load blown into her, as though the
creature was punishing her for having such a tight ass, and by the sixth
time,she looked like she was about ready to give birth. It was then that she
was suddenly released, the little Grimms crawling away satisfied and the
massiveanal penetration yanked free of her involuntarily clenching muscles. Her
lips finally free, Nora cried out as her third and final orgasm was completely
over shadowed by the geyserof cum that exploded from her as her stomach slowly
returned to its natural size. As the creatures all vanished back into the
vents, Nora was left gasping for breath, her backside on fire,but…
“S-so… good…” 
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Cinder: Humility *****
Fools… All of them… fools.
Cinder Fall sashayed through the halls of Beacon Academy, past naïve students
and the old dupes that passed for professors in her Haven Academy ‘uniform.’ In
all actuality it was simply a transmutation of her Dust-infused dress, not that
anybody could tell. As long as she avoided Goodwitch just to be safe, no one
would ever know the difference, and she would be unrecognized. That was not to
say that she went unnoticed though; she saw the way almost every head turned to
stare – students, professors, male and female, it hardly mattered – it all
brought a self-satisfied smirk to her face. Especially the fact that none of
them knew that she was scheming to be all of their undoing.
As she returned by herself to the dorm that she and her cohorts had been
assigned, she stretched out her arms and rolled her neck, releasing a flush of
Aura to transform her dress back to its original vibrant red; little did the
scheming vixen know that this most trivial of actions would result in she
herself being brought to her knees…
It started as her arrogant swagger was interrupted when a single tendril shot
out from the nearest vent in the floor, probing for the source of the Aura that
the pyromancer had discharged, catching her ankle as she took a step toward the
middle of the room, and the startled vixen toppled forward onto her knees and
out of her glass slippers. The pyromancer’s skirt flapped upward as she fell,
flashing her deep crimson panties. The vixen’s eyes flashed with anger as she
caught herself and rolled about to face where she had come from and see what it
was that had so insolently tripped her. Cinder Fall’s eyes widened at what she
saw.
That briefest, merest touch of the one extruding dark tendril had been all that
It had taken to rouse the beasts complete and undivided attention, as evidenced
by the writhing web of tentacles that had emerged from all the dorm’s vents,
curving towards her predatorily. The vixen clenched her teeth in angry defiance
at the representatives of the creature that had daredto challenge
her,“Disgusting beast…”
As she tried to get up and use dust to summon her fiery wrath to smite the
presumptuous creature though, a tentacle that she hadn’t seen shot forward from
behind and took hold of her ankle and yanked backward, causing her to fall flat
on her face. The pyromancer’s flames went out, and by the time that she
recovered her wits, each one of her wrists and ankles were bound separately,
and she was being held up spread eagle.
The villainess scowled, though the beast’s main body was nowhere in evidence,
“I suppose you think this is all terribly fu-UGH-ECK!!!”
Cinder Fall’s unimpressed retort had been interrupted by the tentacles that had
slithered between her legs from behind, first pressuring her asshole through
her panties, then, pressing firmly to her contours, slithered forward to tease
her folds through the fabric, pressing to her so tightly that the blushing
pyromancer’s flaps parted around the member which as yet hadn’t penetrated her,
as though her body was trying to seduce the tentacle independently of her mind.
It might at this juncture be of interest to consider the fact that scheming
against the kingdoms of Remnant was a very time-consuming undertaking, and one
not particularly conducive to social or romantic rendezvouses, thus, Cinder
Fall, the sensual temptress and mastermind of the plot against Vale, had
hitherto remained… a virgin –although her present foe would soon relieve her of
that particular classification.  
“S-stop touching me you s-scum!!!” She demanded, the threatening quality to her
voice somewhat undercut by the way her words came between shallow gasps, “I
will-,”
As if in a deliberate move to challenge her – a physical embodiment of the
words ‘you’ll what?’ – the tentacles suddenly bent her over and pulling her
legs forward at once, binding her wrists to her bare knees, and hoisted aloft,
Cinder was carried backward to the back of the room until she winced as she
felt her ass and pussy pressed up against the glass of the dorm’s window
through her fine silk panties. The dorm window overlooked the campus’ main
courtyard, which was almost always abuzz with passersby, and her dorm was only
on the second floor…
“W-what are you doing!? Release me now!!” She demanded, a note of panic rising
in her usually smooth and authoritative voice.
Instead, the creature began rubbing her most sensitive places against the
glass, as if daring anyone below to look. As it continued puttin her on
humiliating display, more tentacles reached up to her and forced her already
low neckline down, exposing her ample breasts, which hung down from her
suspended chest and swayed pendulously as the creature continued to work her
pussy against the glass. Her bare mammaries slapped together loudly when her
body jerked as a tentacle dove down her throat, instantly filling her mouth
with its salty, pulsating girth, and she gaggedas it kept right on going, yet
her lips sealed around the member, involuntarily sucking itas it worked in and
out of her mouth.
Eventually her rump was removed from the window and her limbs – while still
tightly bound, were separated from each other as the creature spread her legs
wide and pulled her lower body forward, perhaps so that she could watchpast the
unwilling tentacle blow-job she was being forced to administer as the thing
despoiled her – her, Cinder Fall’s –virginal pussy. Well she wasn’t about to
give it that satisfaction, so she concentrated as best she could with the
tentacle in her mouth, focusing all the aura she could to shield her maidenhood
as the fabric of her panties was pulled aside, and for the first thrust, it
worked.The first tentacle that surged forward with designs on the vixen’s
virtue was rebuffed as though a magnet repelled by a similar pole, but all that
momentum had to go somewhere,so it kept on going down between her legs until it
sank into her ass, causing her whole body to jerk and her breasts to jiggle.
The second attempt also failed, and this time the tentacle slid upward to
strike her clit, causing similar writhing in the once-arrogant pyromancer. This
time though, it learned; before a third attempt was made, it began to poundher
ass like a jackhammer and rubbed her clit as though in an effort to set her
bush alight, and by the time the third tentacle tore upward like a rocket to
claim her, Cinder’s will was overcome and her Aura flared up before all
resistance bled from her limbs. As a consequence of this, and the Dust-laden
nature of her every article of clothing though, all of her clothesignited, and
in mere seconds were reduced to ashes. Most of the creature’s tendrils holding
her instinctively recoiled from the fiery discharge, except for the one which
had caused it, which struck Cinder not only with its own force, but with that
of gravity as well as Cinder was released by all supports holding her aloft,
save the tentacle in her pussy, at the precise moment that her hymen was
broken.
“Ahhhaaahhh!! F-FUCK!!!” She screamed as she was bounced and held aloft for
several moments solelyby the plundering member in her vagina, her juices
spraying everywhere as the tentacle abruptly pulled out after bouncing her for
the fourth time, leaving her to drop to the floor in a naked heap.
Trembling as she tried to get to her feet, Cinder used the windowsill to steady
herself. Unfortunately – or fortunately, she wasn’t quite sure how she felt
about it by this point – she couldn’t stand all the way up, and her posture
bore a considerable likeness to a presenting cat, a fact of which the tentacles
hastened to take advantage. Instantly both holes were filled with four
tentacles each, and the black-haired witch had her face and chest slammed
against the glass pane of the window. Her breasts were pressed flat against the
glass, and through a haze of pleasure she could see out of the corner of her
eye that several students outside were staring up at her with mixed expressions
of astonishment and desire – or at least, that was what she thought they
shouldbe feeling – that each girl below should wish that she were in
herposition, and that every boy would be fuming with jealousy at whoever the
lucky bastard fucking the gorgeous Mistralian girl senseless was… Well… jokes
on you all~
As the thrusting continued to intensify though, occasionally so much so that
her feet would be lifted from the floor, Cinder dimly began to fear that the
glass would break and cut her, so without interrupting a singlepleasurable
stroke, she languidly opened the window, and her upper body was instantly
thrust outside as she hung on by the windowsill. Her lusty moans then became
audible to everyone outside, and anyone who hadn’t been watching the spectacle
of her getting fucked like a dogcertainly was now as her breasts slapped
together and against her chest repeatedly in sync with the strokes. Then her
hold on the windowsill gave out and she nearly fell from the window, but the
tentacles caught her, swiftly winding about her legs, leaving her upper torso
to dangle upside down while it finished fucking her.All those people watching…
She was stark naked and moaning in unremittent sexual ecstasy whilst hanging
out of a window in front of an audience of dozens.The dorm was dark and the
drapes were partially drawn, so no one had any way of knowing that it wasn’t
Mercury, or that monkey boy she’d seen walking around, or even that fat lout
Portwho was doing this to her. All the information they had was that the
beautiful Cinder Fall from Haven Academy was hanging halfway out of a window
while some unseen third party railed herfrom inside the room. It was
humiliating,yet as she experienced her second orgasm, she decided that she’d
submit herself to the exact same public humiliation every day of the weekif it
could make her feel this good…
As her cum trickled down her stomach and streamed over her chin, the tentacles
hauled her back inside and dropped her onto the floor again, her back to the
wall just below the window. Her legs were once again spread more than ninety
degrees apart, and as her vision once more cleared of blurriness, she saw
something moving towards her. It was neither another tentacle, nor the source
of the tentacles that had so thoroughly robbed her of her dignity. It had
tentacles of its own to be sure, but all told, its bulbous main body was
roughly the size of a cantaloupe… a black, slimy cantaloupe headed straight for
her pussy…
Cinder thought to fight this final violation, and even gave a token effort to
sway her hips in a pathetic attempt to avoid it, but it reached its goal
nonetheless, and Cinder was set moaning afresh as it insistently rubbed and
pushed itself against her folds.
“N-no…” She whimpered, all commanding presence forgotten as the first few of
the smaller creatures tentacles entered her and pulled her lips apart, “No…
Please... it’s too big… It… it hurts! It hurts!Fuck, fuck… fuck Fuck FUCK
FFFFUUUUCK!!!”
Cinder’s labial flaps were slow to close behind this final invader as it
burrowed into her pussy and wriggled its way up to her womb, leaving her to
slump onto the floor. She could feel it moving around inside her, occasionally
causing visible ripples and undulations on her otherwise smooth stomach, and as
she looked up to the larger tentacles still present in the room, she utterly
forgotall of her plans, as with one final moan before unconsciousness she
uttered the words, “I am yours…”
***** Emerald: Yes Mistress *****
Emerald returned to her dorm with a heavy sigh. The whole ‘infiltrate Beacon
and act perfectly normal’ thing was starting to get old fast. Mercury’s cheap
come-ons were bad enough – she didn’t need a whole school full of desperate
losers trying to ‘sweep her off her feet’ as well – and besides, the only
person she really wanted would never bother to notice her…
That was, until Cinder took her by the shoulders, pushed her up against the
wall, and forced her into a French kiss.
Cinder’s tongue inside her mouth felt warm, and while initially startled,
Emerald wasted no time relaxing into the kiss – it was her dream come true
after all. Eagerly Emerald submitted to Cinder’s touch as the pyromancer’s
hands moved to her chest, the older woman’s fingers slipping between Emeralds
rather revealing top and her breasts. When the top was removed and cast aside,
one of Cinder’s hands slid down between Emerald’s legs, unbuttoning her pants
before moving in and tantalizingly brushing her core.
“Oh, Emerald… you naughty girl…” She intoned in a sensual whisper to the green-
haired girl’s ear, “You’re already so wet…”
As Emerald’s pants fell, revealing her lacy green panties, indeed practically
drenchedalready, Emerald gasped, “P-please… whatever you want…”
“AnythingI want?” Cinder pressed, drawing teasing little circles around her
submissive underling’s entrance.
“Y-yes! Anything!”
With savage intensity, Cinder grabbed Emerald by the wrist and threw her to the
floor, catching the seat of her panties as the younger girl fell and tearing
them off. Emerald had only just caught the air driven from her lungs as she
felt Cinder’s legs interlock with hers and their pussies pressed together.
Emerald moaned in bliss the first time Cinder’s hips bucked, rubbing against
her, and she lowered her head to rest on the floor while her mistress pleasured
her blind. The scissoring swiftly intensified and Emerald’s breathing grew
ragged as the pleasure intensified, a weight building in the pit of her
stomach.
“I-I’m close!”
And then all of the sudden, Cinder’s bucking hips stopped, and the Pyromancer
leaned forward, the generous curve of her chest pressing into Emerald’s back,
“Don’t. You. Dare.” Each word was punctuated by a single, markedly more intense
jerk of her hips, which pushed Emerald so very close…
“W-what?”
“You are a pet,” Cinder sensually drawled, stroking Emerald from hip to breast
with disingenuous tenderness, “And petsdo what their mistresses tell them to.So
do. Not. Cum.”
This time, Cinder had emphasized her words by pumping first one, then two, and
then threefingers inside her pet, who failed to obey her mistress as a direct
result.
“G-gah!!!”
Cinder shook her head disappointedly, grabbing Emerald by the chin and pulling
her to her knees be for walking in front of her, “Pets that don’t do what their
masters tell them to get punished…” Emerald’s eyes widened in mixed anxiety and
anticipation as Cinder, drunk with lust and power over her, took her by the
hair and forced Emerald’s face into her vagina, “Apologize.”
Eger to earn her mistresses’ forgiveness, Emerald inserted her tongue past
Cinder’s damp folds, but her enthusiastic ministrations were brought to a
grinding halt when, from insideCinder, something slithered past her lips and
shot down Emerald’s throat. She choked at suddenly having this… thingwriggling
around in her throat. She could barely breathe and as Cinder held her in place
by the roots of her hair, Emerald thought that she would pass out until she was
finallyreleased and free to gasp for air. When she looked back, Cinder had a
pleasured look on her face, and looking down in horror, Emerald saw why: slowly
extruding from Cinder’s pussy was a thick black tendril, its pulsating length
writhing and reaching out for heras it continued to extend.
Dumbstruck, Emerald couldn’t react as Cinder pushed her onto her back and
straddled her chest. The thick black member went rigid as Cinder took a fistful
of both of emerald’s breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as she
began rocking her hips forward and back, plunging the long, erect member
between the submissive girl’s tits. The head plunged in and out of Emeralds
mouth, and she obligingly began to suck as Cinder began rolling her nipples
between her fingers. Emerald was dimly aware of the feeling of other slippery
extrusions emerging from Cinder’s pussy and writhing down over her stomach,
which then worked their way down and around her thighs and spread her legs –
not that she had been particularly reticent thus far. As the tit-fucking
continued though, Emerald gave a muffled moan with the member currently
occupying her mouth as her pussy was penetrated by one, two, three, four,
fiveseparate tendrils, none of which were as big as the one that she was being
tit-fucked with, but all that wriggling instantly made her cum again, her
muscles spasming, though with Cinder on top of her, she couldn’t arch her back
and as she came, Cinder accelerated her thrusting until she shook, her own
breasts jiggling violently for a wide-eyed Emerald to see as at once both she
andthe Grimm parasite living inside her climaxed, her juices spraying all over
emerald’s stomach and its thick white cum filling Emerald’s mouth and
overflowing from her lips.
Breathing heavily, Cinder leaned down, brushing a stray lock of disheveled hair
from Emerald’s overwhelmed face, “Good girl…Now, I just want you to do one more
thingfor me…” Emerald’s eyes refocused to lock with her mistress’s as all the
tentacles pulled back into Cinder’s pussy, “Swallow.”
***** Velvet: Path of Least Resistance *****
Velvet Scarletina hid in the girl’s bathroom, waiting for the members of team
CRDL to give up looking for her. Non-confrontational as she was, she preferred
to sit in a bathroom stall than to confront her peers – juniors at that – to
insist that they treat her with respect. They would yank her ears and she would
protest, they would try to pull down her skirt to see if she had a rabbit tail
as well, and she would run away, but no matter what, she never raised her voice
or hit back. Coco kept telling her that she should stand up for herself more,
but Velvet could never quite convince herself to do it, which at the present
was probably for the best… not struggling would make what she was about to go
through easier…
She’d opted to sit on one of the toilets rather than stand as she waited, which
would prove to be her first mistake, as the first inches of a glistening black
tendril emerged from the pipes and into the toilet bowl beneath her. Velvet
gasped and her long rabbit ears stood on end as her panties were suddenly
displaced by something wet, and before she could look down, her body jerked as
the offending tentacle shot upward and inside of her.
“A-ahh-ohh!!!” She moaned, her eyes wide as she abruptly stood up and the
tendril slipped out of her with a slurping noise when she stepped out of its
momentarily limited reach. When she turned to see what had just violated her
she paled in horror and clumsily stepped back, out of the stall, only to be
eagerly embraced by its brothers, emerging from the sinks and other stalls.
Terrified, Velvet fainted, her knees giving out beneath her as she fell to the
floor, dimly hoping that it was all a nightmare of some kind. Unfortunately for
the shy Rabbit Faunus, it was very, very real…
The tentacle from the stall in which she’d sat was first to reach her,
immediately re-entering her and beginning to pump in and out of her unconscious
body. Velvet’s wilted form twitched involuntarily in response to the
penetration, her ears brushing the tiled floor, but she did not wake as the
second tendril to reach her slithered down her collar and ripped open her
shirt, exposing her chaste white bra.  Next to go was her skirt, torn from her
waist by another tentacle with designs on her womanhood. Velvet was then rolled
onto her stomach as another appendage wrapped about both of her legs at the hip
separately and lifted her lower body off of the floor, even as still more
tentacles where pulling her legs apart until the unconscious girl was nearly
doing a split, though her feet, still stocking-clad, remained on the floor
while her ass and pussy were hoisted above the rest of her.
Velvet’s eyes fluttered open again to the feeling of a steadily rising pressure
inside her as her body shook in time with the pulsing thrusts into her pussy.
Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her ears drooped, her cheek was pressed
to the cold tiles of the floor and she shivered, though not because of the
floor – no, what made her shiver was the wet, slimy feeling slithering down her
back and wriggling its way between her shoulder blades until it yankthe clasp
of her bra apart, leaving the strapless article to fall limp, though the
bunnygirl’s breast were still pressed into the cups by the position she was in.
Then the shame hit her like a tidal wave – even as she whimpered and moaned in
answer to the pleasure, all she could imagine was what people would say if they
saw her like this, prostrate fucked like an animal, “S-stop…” She whispered
weakly, “N-no more…”
Yet the plowing continued. The tentacles lifted her higher, until she was
hanging upside down and swaying as the penetrations shook her body, her ears
sweeping the floor with deceptive gentleness as she whimpered and gasped. Her
arms were still free so she tried feebly to reach up and pull the tentacles out
of her pussy, but all that resulted when her fingers closed around the slimy
members was that another tendril presented itself to bind her wrists together
and her hands slid down the writhing lengths of Grimm flesh to rest on her
increasingly sore folds, as though describing a target for the invading
tendrils, one which several other tentacles did not fail to exploit.
Velvets eyes squeezed shut and she let out her first real scream as her
tightness was stretched; the first two members had already left her feeling
filled,but now… She threw back her head and her back arched as she screamed
again, her eyes boggling and her cheek twitching, almost as though threatening
to smileas her juices spurted all the way up to the ceilingand showered back
down onto her.
As she came down from her climax, velvet’s hanging body rotated, and she could
see herself in the mirror above the sinks. Her mouth hung agape and her hair
cascaded to the floor, covering her ears. With each now progressively
accelerating thrust inside her, her breasts shook and jiggled. But even so she
could clearly see that her nipples were hard. Her whole body writhed and she
moaned in unwilling ecstasy as her bound wrists rubbed up against her clit in
addition to the ever-hastening penetrations until she came again, and her body
fell imp and her arms were released to hang toward the floor. She didn’t have
the strength to even attempt to fight it anymore, and as the thrusting slowed
to a steady thumping akin to a heartbeat, Velvet drifted back off into
unconsciousness… It seemed like the easiest way out after all… 
***** Coco: The Monster in Your Closet *****
Coco sighed, rolling her eyes. What to wear? Everything she owned was perfect
of course, but as she stood at the mouth of her closet wrapped in a towel,
staring at her various outfits, she found it difficult to decide. Her skin was
still damp from her shower and her hair clung to her neck. Despite her state of
undress, Coco had put on her sunglasses – they went with everything anyway, so
why wait? Didn’t really help her at the moment though… She couldn’t even decide
on what panties to where until she knew what she was going to where. Should she
wear black? Red? Chestnut? She just couldn’t settle on one this morning for
some reason…
Coco sighed in frustration, “Fuck me…” Little did she know, the monster in her
closet was all too happy to oblige…
Team CVFY’s closet was of considerable size – walk-in as a matter of fact – a
consideration which Coco had relished similarly to the manner in which Weiss
had been decidedly appreciative of the dorms’ extravagant bathrooms, and she
had never once considered how much the small, carpeted room would isolate her
in the event that the door should unaccountably shut behind her and the light
go out. Startled, though hardly afraid of the sudden darkness, Coco turned and
reached for the doorknob but her brow furrowed in puzzlement when her hand
closed about a thick, slimy coil rather than the door handle.
“What the-,”
All at once, the tentacle released the doorknob and wrapped itself tightly
around Coco’s forearm. Grimacing in revulsion at the feeling, Coco tried to
pull her arm free, but the grip only tightened, and as she jerked her body back
and forth, her towel shook loose and fell to the floor, leaving her to struggle
naked. The gunner’s whole body was a sumptuous study in smooth, silky curves,
her perfect skin was supple, but tight enough to really show off the fit and
toned condition of her body, such as her luscious ass and muscles in her thighs
which tensed on either side of her smoothly shaven pussy as she tried and
failed to pull away, more tentacles slithering towards her along the soft
carpet all the while.
With her free hand, Coco reached for the light switch in hopes of seeing just
what the hell was going on, but it wasn’t to be – the tendril which bound her
right arm yanked her back, pulling her off balance and causing her to fall to
the floor. Landing on her backside, Coco gasped; she’d landed on topof another
tendril, presently writhing between her legs, and she winced as it stroked her
lower lips suggestively. Even as her right arm was pinned behind her back by
the first tentacle and the second reared bac to plunge into her exposed core,
Coco reached first for her towel with her free hand, and then, wrapping her
hand with it, used it to grab the tentacle between her legs and hold it down,
the fibers of the towel helping her maintain her grip on the slippery
appendage.
“Ohno you don’t!”
Even as she pinned thattendril down though, her body jerked. Another tentacle
had driven itself into her ass, causing the gunner to gasp and tense, losing
her grip with her free hand, allowing the now-freed tendril to dive up into her
vagina as well. She cringed and grunted, trying to squeeze her legs together
only to have them pried back open again. A tentacle probed up at her mouth, but
she clenched her teeth shut, offering that much defiance at least even as a
slight moan began to escape her. Thus frustrated, the tendril redirected its
focus downwards, swiftly coiling around one of her pert, if not exceptionally
large breasts, the head tightly binding her nipple. Coco shivered as she felt
the heatbuild down in her core, the thrusting penetrations never ceasing and
her skin getting hot. With her free hand she shakily reached up to pull the
tentacle off of her nipple, but instead it wrapped about her hand as well,
forcing her to squeeze herself.
As she sat, disgusted as her own hand was forced to unwillingly fondle her
breast, Coco heard a clamoring noise – like one of the grates over the vent on
the floor behind her had been forced clean off of its housing – and suddenly,
the fucking stopped. The pounding in her ass ceased, and the slithering
pleasure within her pussy withdrew, leaving her right on the edge, but not
making her cum. As even her arms and breast were released, she was somewhat
dazedly relieved, but confused – that was of course until two more tentacles
shot forward from behind to wrap about her waist and drag her deeper into the
sizable closet space.
“Oh-oh-AHH!” She cried out as the thick carpet rubbing against her entrance
took her the rest of the way to her climax and she left a damp stain until she
came to a stop, a sudden cold feeling besetting her most sensitive area, “W-
what the hell is-,”
The tentacles wrapped about her legs again, spreading her wide as she looked
down. She had been brought to rest such that her quivering, dripping pussywas
just above the yawning mouth of the ventilation duct. Coco briefly wondered why
as she steadied herself and tried to catch her breath, propping herself up with
her arms behind her, but she didn’t have to wonder for long. A loud sound of
something slithering against metal and warping ductwork preceded it, causing
Coco’s heart to hammer and her breathing to grow heavier than it already was.
Despite the stimulation, Coco’s blood ran cold as a hugetendril emerged from
the shadows below and rubbed over her clit as it slid higher and higher up her
stomach, it’s huge, bulbous head sliding between her breasts and nudging her
chin.
“N-no…” Coco gaped, eyes wide as even in the dim light allowed past the cracked
open door she could see the monstrous girth of it, just in time for it to
slither back down into the vent, though she knewin the pit of her stomach what
it had in store for her, “No… n-no… this can’t… It can’t be happening…” The
head rubbed past her clit again, sending a fresh set of shivers through her
body before it positioned itself directly under her damp folds, “This can’t be
happening… N-no… It’s too… It’s too… not to me! No… no… NO!!!!”
Coco screamedas slowly – so excruciatingly slowly –the giant member forced its
way inside her. Her folds were stretched to beyond the limits as the softball
sized head writhed its way inside. As the inexorable force of the member slowly
plowed deeper, Coco stared down and watched in breathless horror. Inch by inch
the massive, pulsating tendril reached steadily further and further, and the
young huntress trembled as her sore, tightening walls were forcedwider to
accommodate the invader until it was all the way in,and then the thrusting
began.
It wasn’t so much a thrust into her pussy as it was a giant pistonthat had
simply chosen the shortest route to the pit of her stomach, and the once-proud
huntress had to bite her thumb to keep from screaming as the tears welled up.
There was pleasure, yes, but that almost made it worse as each screaming
pulsation of agony that went through her was followed by just the
faintestwhisper: yes… more… But she didn’t want more – she wanted it outof her,
and as each successive thrust gradually began to intensify, jostling her upward
by her sensitive insides and then dropping her back onto the floor,she began to
whimper, having no fight lift in her but not submitting herself willingly
either.
“P-please…” make it feel even better…“N-no more! Take it out… please…”
But it didn’t stop – wouldn’t stop –until it was finished with her. Tears
rolled down Coco’s cheeks as she tried to bend forward – to take clawing
fistfuls of carpet and drag herselfoff of the member, but the shift in her
position worked the creature still deeperinside and her efforts to pull free
were too weak. The creature had released her legs, after all, it hadher now,
and thus it was that the Young Huntress’s attempt to escape was most frustrated
by the way her own bodyembraced the violation even as she fought to escape it.
She gave up trying and threw her back up against the wall behind her , her
sunglasses falling from her face, as the huge pumping tentacle reached a fever-
pitch in its rhythm and her walls clamped down on it,holding the member inside
as a bulge in the tentacle rose from the bowels of the ductwork, and she cried
out in pain and ecstasy as the bulge entered her. A heartbeat later, Coco came
for the second time, just in time for the monster’s white ejaculate to ooze out
of her pussy simultaneously as the huge member pulled out, its work done.
Coco slumped forward onto the carpet as her body twitched and the beast’s
viscous semen continued to dribble out of her and back down the vent from
whence it came. She didn’t know how long she just laid there – ten minutes?
Fifteen perhaps? – waiting for the firebetween her legs to subside, but as pain
did eventually subside, it did so very slowly,and she needed relief
now.Shakily, she got up onto her knees and steadied herself on the floor with
her left hand, but with her right, she gingerly traced her fingers up the toned
muscle of her inner thigh until she reached her center. Gently, delicately,she
began to rub herself, her ring and index fingers caressing her lips and her
middle finger teasingly going inside.
Pain, pain, go away…
When she reached up to clutch her breast though, it was like an anvil dropped
inside her, and she doubled over, “W-what’s… h-happening…?”
She felt sick in the pit of her stomach and her breasts began to feel sore. She
felt bloated, and though nigh-imperceptibly at first, her abdomen had started
to swell. Both of her hands fell to the floor for stability as her body
trembled and the bulging of her stomach first became noticeable, her breasts
also starting to become engorged and the way that they jiggled as her body
quaked became more pronounced. Daring to lift one hand from the floor, Coco
caressed her rapidly swelling abdomen, at once horrified and fascinated by what
was happening to her body. As her midsection gradually continued to grow to
full term, the girl reached up, trembling, to cup her breast; what had once
been a modest B-cup had become swollen to the point that it would have
struggled with a large C-cupbra, and squeezing her quivering breast caused milk
to spurt from the nipple like a fountain. Shocked, Coco unhanded herself and
her hand flew back to the carpet just in time to catch her as she reflexively
doubled forward, feeling her walls part again as her stomach reached the size
of a middling beach ball.
“Aaaa-AFH!” She screamed, eyes closed and facing the floor as all the muscles
in her lower body contracted, and her cervix fully dilated. Her breath came in
rapid, shallow gasps as the birthing began. Instinctively, Coco pushed,shouting
as the birthing pains wracked her body, but she pushed again, pushed… pushed…
had to get it out-, “Ugh-GOD!!!”
With an audible sucking noise, an infant tentacle-Grimm the size of a large
grapefruit issued from the gunner’s pussy, tumbling onto the carpet as – for
only an instant – Coco relaxed and caught her breath. The reprieve was short-
lived though, as her muscles spasmed again, and so intense was the pain that,
in her weakened state, she fell onto her side as two wet and glistening
Grimmlings fought each other to escape her womb at once, before both finally
spilled free of her vagina with a squelching noise. Milk dribbled from the
breast that she was partially laying on, but as a bleary-eyed Coco looked down
at herself, her abdomen still remained somewhat swollen, One…. More…
 
With a huge effort, Coco rolled onto her back and spread her legs, hooking her
hands under her knees to keep them spread wide. Taking a deep, heavy breath,
Coco pushed, shouting out as the pressure slowlymoved along her birth canal. As
the last baby Grimm inside her was squeezed out, Coco’s nipples began to spray
uncontrollably, the shower of breast-milk tapering off only after the last baby
Grimm spilt out of her pussy and her body finally relaxed, flopping back down
onto the floor, utterly exhausted.
As she gasped, substantially engorged chest heaving, two words escaped her
lips: ‘Fuck me…”
***** Glynda: Pennance *****
The office of Glynda Goodwitch was filled with a heavy silence. Three of her
brightest students had come to her office that afternoon, looking shaken, to
say the very least. Miss Nikos looked massively ashamed, Velvet Scarletina had
a look of fear about her, and Coco… She had barely managed to walk into the
room unassisted, her eyes glassy and her voice shallow and husky. What they
said was enough to make her blood run cold. All three of them claimed to have
been sexually assaulted by a Grimmloose on the campus – Pyrrha in the gym’s
shower rooms, Velvet in the girl’s bathroom clear on the other side of campus,
and Coco in her own dorm where – Coco claimed, the creature had impregnated her
and she’d been forced to birth its offspring. In the face of threecorroborating
claims, not to mention Coco’s swollen breasts, which struggled with what had
already been a form-fitting top, it was impossible to ignore them.
After sitting in deathly silence for some time, Professor Goodwitch finally
spoke, “Alright girls, We will get to the bottom of this,” She promised, “For
the moment though, you’re safe here,” Dead wrong. “Have you told anyone else?”
One by one, the three broken students shook their heads, each either too
ashamed or afraid that no one would have believed them.
“Alright…” the teacher said with visible sympathy on her face, “I will contact
Headmaster Ozpin, and we will figure this out,”
Unbeknownst to the good professor or any of the plaintive girls, the ducts and
spaces between the walls all around Goodwitch’s office were infested with the
writhing tentacle Grimm. They writhed and slithered all over each other, the
first and largest, as well as the two eldest offspring, by now having grown
considerably, yet to the unsuspecting occupants of Goodwitch’s office, the only
evidence of their presence was that the air conditioning had stopped working.
These three creatures, now all mature, had converged upon this particular room
seeking to plunder the three younger women once more for their Aura, but it was
the professor’s substantially more developed Aura that had their attention now
and though the greatest creature was to have principle claim, they would all
have her – there was plenty of her to go around…
As Glynda dialed the Headmaster on a video call, the creatures sprang into
action. All at once, every vent and ceiling tile erupted, and the roof was
invaded by a forest of grasping black tendrils and anarchy reigned. The girls
all screamed as one by one they were taken again, too fast for the professor to
do anything but watch.The first victim was Pyrrha, as one of the smaller
octopod Grimm’s insemination tendril slammedinto her pussy, lifting her clean
out of her chair and pinning her to the door with the aid of several other
tentacles as the tennis-ball sized head of the smaller Grimm’s member
disappeared into the spear-fighter’s vagina. Velvet was next, as, when she
opened her mouth to scream, it was instantly filled by a lesser tentacle, and
she fell to her knees as the other relatively juvenile Grimm’s primary member
surged up under her skirt, past her panties, and into her pussy. Last to go
down was Coco, who froze up mouthing the words ‘Not again…’ as tentacles wound
about both of her ankles and then slithered up her pant legs to violate her as
well. By the time that Glynda’s scroll, which lay flat on top of her desk, had
finished its first ring as it bid for the Headmaster’s attention, it was
Glynda’s turn.
While Glynda gaped at her students’ plight, the professor’s own wrists were
bound and pinned to the small of her back. The next tentacle to beset her made
no delay in plunging straight into Glynda’s impressive, desirableass, tearing
holes straight through her panties and pantyhose as it did, and striking her so
hard that, as she gasped in shock that shecould be victimized, she was lifted
off of the floor and dropped onto her knees on the desktop, bending over and
trying not to look her students in the eyes as one of the tentacles dove down
the cleavage window of her blouse and tore it open, putting the usually stern
professor’s lacey black bra on display for her private audience. Article by
article, the tentacles stripped Glynda bare, even as they preferred this time
to fuck the girl’s fully or mostly clothed. First her blouse and  cape was
fully removed, and then her boots and pantyhose were peeledfrom her long,
fulllegs, revealing lacey black panties to match the brassiere under her skirt,
which was next to go. As the same tentacle that had torn her blouse open
reached up between her cleavage to yank her bra off, dismay struck Glynda.
I failed them…She thought bitterly as her sizable breasts began to jiggle in
time with the penetrations in her ass and her panties were finally ripped
completely off, They came to me for protection and now look at them! Look at
me…
As the tendrils slowly began to coil around each of Glynda’s ample, heaving
breasts and squeezein alternating turns, she could only look on while her
student’s suffered this debasing fate for a second time.True, she was easily
powerful enough to stop it – or she would have been, if she weren’t crushed
into submission by guilt as she watched Coco literallybe milkedand the heinous
member’s in Pyrrha and Velvet’s pussies rapidly hasten their thrusting until
each girl received on last, heavy pump, white ooze dripping from both of them
as the tentacles finally pulled out and the two young huntresses slumped to the
floor, waiting for their bodies to experience what Coco and, though unknown to
them, Yang had gone through. Only Coco was not released, as the plunder of her
womanhood continued even as she curled up on the floor, long milked dry, and
Coco slipped into unconsciousness.
And suddenly Glynda was the focus of all the tentacles in the room, as well as
the once-terrified, yet now pleasure-dazed eyes of Velvet and Pyrrha, I deserve
it…She thought despondently as the great pulsatingmember of the largest
tentacle Grimm reared up behind her,for failing them…
With that final thought of submission, the mightiest tentacle of them all
plungedinto Glynda Goodwitch’s womanhood full force, and she screamed. Her
voice hitched with every thrust, but she kept right on screaming, drowning out
the sound of Ozpin answering the video call and bearing witness to the sight of
the massiveserpentine column of flesh forcing its way into her widely stretched
folds.
“G-Glynda!? What’s happening!?”
But she couldn’t answer – couldn’t speak at all, in fact, as the insemination
tendril formerly occupying Pyrrha’s vagina had forced itself into her mouth,
and an instant later, her scroll was crushed as the massive tendril coiled
itself on the desk directly beneath the pussy that it was despoiling. Finally,
as though to complete Glynda’s humiliation and penance, the member which had
impregnated Miss Scarletina now took the place of the lesser member between her
sumptuous buttocks, While certainly no longer a virgin for much of her life,
until now, Glynda had never taken it from behind, let alone something so huge
as this, and she was equally inexperienced at oral, choking as the thick,
ribbed member filled her entire mouth and gagging as it pushed down her throat.
She was in a haze – if asked at that moment what her namewas, she wouldn’t have
been able to answer – and unthinkingly, she worked her hips into a gyrating
motion in time with the alternating thrusts in and out of her. Her pelvis would
swing forward just in time for her dripping pussy to be plowedby another thrust
as she came, her juices all merely flowing down the great shaft as her hips
then bucked backward in time to receive her next anal thrust.
As her swelling stomach began to compromise the clasps of her corset and her
breasts engorged such that her tight-fitting top couldn’t contain them and they
spilled free, Pyrrha gazed up at her professor. Glynda Goodwitch, Beacon’s
single mightiest force of order, was being absolutely railedin every orifice
that could accommodate a tentacle, and the Mistral champion could see by the
look of Glynda’s face that she had started to enjoy it.She had no dignity left,
just a curvaceous ass, full lips, and two large, heavingbreasts, all of which
playing hostess to the violating black tendrils; she was a thingfor the
tentacles to fuck, and from the look of it, the professor was entirely
satisfied with that arrangement.
Glynda let out another suffocated moan as she came a second time, shortly
followed to her climax by the tentacle in her mouth, which began pumping its
hot payload directly into her throat for her to swallow without a choice in the
matter. Next to begin pumping her full was the member in her ass, a little bit
seeping back out, but most gushing straight up into her. It seemed to Glynda
that she came againwith almost every alternate thrust into her pussy by now,
but her mind was more than cloudy; She didhowever know for a factthat her
juices sprayed all over the desk the first time a bulge hit the sensitive folds
of her pussy. Yet the pumping continued in all of the teacher’s holes;
discharge after discharge of Grimm-cum hit her stomach, even as steady streams
of the hot white sludge was spewed up her ass continually, and the biggest
doses of bestial semen were reserved for the powerful mage’s pussy. Indeed so
strong was her Aura, if not her will, that the Grimms continued to fuck her and
drain more and more of her Aura, growing stronger and stronger as they did so,
When she was finally released, the ocean of oozing white nearly covered the
entire floor. Stretching out on the top of her desk, Glynda slowly returned to
her senses in time to watch a whimpering Pyrrha and Velvet giving painful birth
to a half-dozen Octopod Grimmlings between them, and to then realize that she
was in for the same fate as the only tentacles that remained upon her –those
squeezing and now milkingher breast, producing showers of breast milk from her
sizable and engorged bosom as her belly swelled.
As the first waves of birthing pain set in, Glynda grimaced, This is your
penance… for letting this happen to your-Goodwitch gasped, and looked down at
where one of her breasts hug over the side of the table to see Coco suckling at
her nipple, the only one among them still being actively fucked as the
tentacles continued to savage her womanhood beneath her drenched trousers, You
can fight tomorrow Glynda… Rest now…
***** Weiss: Gently in the Moonlight *****
Weis woke from a fitful sleep somewhere around midnight. Ever since the
thinghad entered her life, her sleep had been restless and she’d been on edge –
not afraidexactly – but tense. Sitting up in her bed, she saw that all of her
teammates were still asleep, which seemed odd in itself to the Heiress… After
what had happened just the other night – the way they’d all been violated
–Weiss wouldn’t have thought herself to be the only one struggling with it.
Granted, being in heatprobably went a long way to smooth it over for Blake, but
Ruby and Yang – especially Yang –wouldn’t have been so… okaywith it, yet so far
they’d kept it their little secret, just as agreed, and their dorm had yet to
be… revisited…
Letting out a sigh, she took her hairpiece from her nightstand and habitually
put her hair up into her usual ponytail before quietly standing up. She had
taken to her bed straight after she’d showered earlier that evening, only
bothering to step into a silky pair of light azure panties and an equally fine
white bathrobe that hung down to about her smooth, finely toned thighs before
retiring. Now though, restless as she was she felt something of a wanderlust.
I need to go for a walk… just to clear my head,she told herself, making for the
door, but then paused as the cool floorboards registered on the bottom of her
feet, Oh right… shoes…
She briefly gave thought to stepping into her boots and being on her way, but
shook her head. She was feeling too lazy to dress, and her boots would look
ridiculous with her bathrobe. Not that she was expecting anyone to be awake to
see her, but still…Instead, she turned to the trunk in which she stored her
substantial wardrobe over and above what fit in her limited dresser space.
Briefly she rooted through the fine fabrics until she found what she was
looking for: hidden in the bottom of the chest was a pair of light blue open-
toed shoes. More like sandals really, they had small heels, but didn’t really
cover much of her feet; father would have neverapproved of something so racy if
he’d known she’d bought them, and that was precisely why she had. The little
rebellious action didn’t matter to her now though – all she wanted to do was go
for her walk, and maybe relieve a little stress.
Slipping her feet into the racy little shoes she felt a little thrill as she
stepped out the door of the dorm to wander the campus. She’d always liked to
think that she was pretty, but for perhaps the first time, as she made her way
out of the dorm building and into the cool night air clad in a manner that she
would hardly have considered modest, she felt sexy.It was confusing really, and
she wasn’t quite sure if she shouldfeel this way, or how she should feel at
all. She’d been raped, and by some kind of Grimmno less. She thought that the
fact should revolther, yet instead, she just felt a longing, and had since
shortly after it had left her for the second time. She wanted more, to gaspin
ecstasy as she was filledand-
Weiss shook her head, breathing heavily as she arrived by the fountain in the
center of the campus’s main courtyard, “A lady really shouldn’t think like
that…” She thought aloud without much conviction taking a seat on the edge of
the water feature, “I… I wonder if this is what it’s like for Blake…”
The granite felt cold against her as she sat, sending a tingling through her as
her most sensitive regions contacted the smoothly polished stone, and she
shivered as little spritzes of water from the fountain behind her hit the back
of her neck. It felt… refreshing but… there was still that yearning…
Hesitantly, Weiss traced her fingers up her thigh until her fingers brushed up
against her core, and she recoiled, “N-no… I shouldn’t… but…” There was a long
stretch of quiet, the babbling of the fountain as the only accompaniment to her
indecision, before lust finally trumped propriety and she slid her fingers past
the waistband of her panties…
Weiss closed her eyes and sighed blissfully as she gently touched herself,
propping herself up on the lip of the rippling pool of water with her other
hand as she traced languid circles about her entrance with two fingers. Slowly,
she began to rub her folds more insistently, feeling her heartbeat steadily
accelerate until she resolved to take herself all the way and with a gasp, slid
two of her fingers inside and… she was warm, damp, and tight but… it wasn’t the
same… Weiss’s face fell in disappointment… until she heard a sloshing in the
water behind her.
Weiss was on her feet in an instant, reflexively turning to confront what she
already knew was behind her, but then, inexplicably even to herself, she
relaxed, almost relieved,“You huh…? Glowing up at her from beneath the surface
of the water was a pair of red eyes on a dark, undefined mass, and several
tentacles were arching above and over her head, ready to take her by  force,
but Weiss smiled,caring little that this was not the original beast which had
taken her virginity,“I was…” was I...? I was…“I was hoping you’d come…” As the
creature’s tendrils sped forward to rape her again though, Weiss managed to
halt it with a word, “Wait,” She shrugged her robe off her right shoulder,
revealing most of her corresponding smooth white breast, though not quite all …
not yet… “There’s no need for that,” She cooed, reaching up and letting her
hair down, “You can have me…”
As if in understanding, the tentacles lowered, most sinking back into the pool
of the fountain, and Weiss lifted her leg to place her sandal-clad foot on the
lip of the fountain. The naked length of her leg almost seemed to glimmer in
the pale light of the broken moon, and one of the wet, slithering tendrils
began to wind its way around her ankle and up her silky leg. She sighed in
bliss as the end of the member reached her center and began rubbing her off
through her panties. She shivered at the stimulation, and when she undid the
belt of her robe, the right side fell open, fully exposing her breast and her
pert, erect nipple. She reached up to grasp her right breast with her left
hand, squeezing and kneading to enhance her pleasure as the tentacle she had
consented to receive pulled her panties aside, though didn’t tear them, and
slowly, gently, almost lovinglyslid inside her. Weiss’s knees weakened, but she
didn’t want it to stop, so without removing her hand from her breast, she used
her free hand to steady herself as she clambered into the fountain and the
water. As she lowered herself onto her knees in the water submerging herself up
to her hips, Weiss grasped her other breast as well, her hips gently swaying
this way and that as the tentacle pumped into her over and over, reaching deep
insideand filling her body with pleasure. Her beautiful fair hair cascaded
freely about her back and shoulders, the ends just reaching the surface of the
rippling water as she continued to pleasure herself and be pleasured.
When another tentacle re-emerged from the water again, tracing a line between
her petite breasts, up her neck, and curving around her cheek to prod at her
lips, Weiss released hold of one of her breasts and, in the spirit of
reciprocity, began to stroke the tendril as she parted her lips to grant it
entrance to her mouth. As the tentacle entered, Weiss caressed it with her
tongue as it reached down her throat. It was almost enough to choke her, but
not quite, and her fingers closed about it and continued to stroke it. It
tasted salty, just like before, but it wasn’t as offensive as it had first
been, and she eagerly deep-throated the tendril as another tentacle slithered
into her pussy and two more pushed the seat of her panties aside as well to
penetrate her ass. When the tentacle suddenly withdrew from her mouth, she
coughed slightly, but then let out a cry of unrestrained bliss as the thrusting
of the four different members inside her pushed her over the edge and she came
into the water.
As she caught her breath on her hands and knees, a substantially thicker
tendril emerged from the water before Weiss’s eyes. Its bulbous end was the
size of her fist, and there were smooth ridges all the way down its length, yet
no matter how the column of black serpentine flesh pulsated with eagerness, it
waited, as though asking permission to continue. Shakily, Weiss stood, pulling
her panties down to her knees and then pulled one leg free of the undergarment
before widening her stance and spreading her legs. Bracing herself up against
the physical structure of the water feature, she reached out to caress the head
of this newest, largest tendril, and guided it between her legs to her eager
wetness as the fountain poured over her.
When it entered her, Weiss was in paradise. It was hugeinside her, filling her
utterly, and her walls clenched about this most pleasurably invited guest. It
took her gently, gradually sliding deeper and deeper in, until she didn’t have
any more room inside to offer, and then slowly, patiently,it began to thrust.
“Oooh… Ah… yes… yes… more…”
The damp bathrobe clung to her arms and back, but thin and perfectly white as
the material was, she may as well have been naked, because it was utterly
translucent when drenched, and as she looked down at her body with a satisfied
smile as her breasts bounced with each thrust she thought, I may not have much
but…She squeaked as the next thrust came with unanticipated intensity, and she
nearly doubled over before she caught herself, her legs shaking as the
thrusting into her tight pussy slowly intensified. Her hips began to buck as
the tentacle made love to her, breathing faster and faster, the member plunging
in and out of her driving her to greater and greater moaning.
Thud… Thud… Thud, thud thud…
“I’m so…” So wet…“close…” she moaned, encouraging it as the pounding grew still
more intense.
Thud thud thud thud…
“AAAAHH-AHH YES!!!” Weiss’s second orgasm exploded within her and her juices
sprayed down into the water as her knees buckled, the fucking continuous even
as she fell. Despite her state of exhaustion, she tried to keep bucking her
hips to make sure her benefactor got the most out of its investment in her
pleasure until she felt it – first the bulge squeezing its way past the lips of
her pussy and the hot jet of cum spraying inside her. Her face scrunched up and
her eyes winced but her lips spread in a huge smile, “Y-YES!!!”
Barely conscious, Weiss fell into a sitting position braced against the edge of
the fountain. She could see the flow of white ooze leaking out of her well-
satisfied pussy as it dissipated into the water, and she let her arms hang out
over the sides, her chest heaving as she gasped, “I.. I could get… get used to
this… It was amazing…”
But Weiss knew what was coming next, and that it wouldn’t be as pleasant. First
came the stomach pain, tying her insides in knots and making her cry out in
pain now. Then her chest tightened, and her stomach began to swell. Somehow the
petite Heiress managed to remain conscious as her body underwent changes
naturally meant to take place over nine monthsin the space of five minutes. Her
abdomen continued to bulge, and her breasts started to become engorged,
quivering as her breath came in ragged gasps. Weiss had been a humble A-cup,
but by the time her stomach had swollen to the size of a large watermelon, the
Heiress dimly judged that she would fill out a smaller C-cup, and scarcely
believing it, Weiss reached up to caress her engorged breasts, she gasped –
they were so sensitive…
She didn’t have long to marvel at her enlarged breasts though, as her cervix
contracted and she screamed in agony. But she was determinedto do this – at
least, she thought so… if she didn’t, it might never want her again…
“It… It HURTTS!!!” She cried, pushing with everything she had until the first
little black Grimmling spilled from her pussy and into the water along with a
substantial gush of amniotic fluid, causing a sudden reduction in the size of
her stomach. Breathing rapidly, Weiss’s arms clenched about the outside of the
fountain as she steeled herself for the last round of pushing, “One… more…
GAH!!!” and with a desperate cry into the night, she did it, and the other
Grimm that had rapidly grown inside her was birthed, allowing her stomach to
return to a normal size. Gasping, she smiled contentedly. 
“I… I did it…” she collected one of her baby Grimms in both hands and brought
it to her chest, where it began to suck the milk from her teat, “Twins…”
 
***** RWBY: School is Fun *****
Weiss did her very best to sit up straight all the way through Port’s lecture,
but a half hour in with another forty-five minutes to go, it wasn’t easy.
God… how does Yang do it…?She thought she fought the discomfort to maintain
good posture, My back is killing me…
 She’d made every effort to keep her illicit rendezvous last night a secret –
she didn’t want her teammates to think she was some kind of whore, after all –
but that task wasn’t helped by the fact that her breasts no longer fit into any
of her bras and featured much more prominently on her finger than previously.
She’d gotten up a half an hour before the others just to shut herself in the
bathroom and dress in private – at least, that was the excuse she’d given. In
all actuality, she spent the time fussing over how to conceal her engorged
breasts. It was less of a problem for Yang – people knewshe was big after all,
and one tight-fitting sports bra later, no one could tell the difference
without stripping the Blonde down. Weiss, on the other hand, did not own a
sports bra, and had spent a long time staring fretfully at her own naked
breasts in the mirror that morning before deciding what to do.
Gingerly squeezing her right nipple, Weiss had started by milking herself into
the sink – at least that wayshe could actually reduce her size, if not all the
way… As the warm milk trickled down the drain though, a deviant thought crossed
the Heiresses mind, and though there was no one to see, she blushed furiously,
but curiosity overpowered shame, and she did it anyway. Cupping her swollen
left breast, which was visibly larger now than the right which she had just
milked down, Weiss lifted the engorged tit and angled the nipple toward her
lips. Weiss felt a tingle run through her as she sucked tasting her own sweet
milk as she did. It tasted good, and felt better,and as she continued to
breastfeed herself, Weiss had gently rolled her nipple between her teeth and-
Weiss shook her violently as Port said something about the mating habits of
Nevermores, No! Bad thoughts Weiss! Stay focused on- GAH!
Weiss jolted slightly as somethingsuddenly entered her womanhood. Reflexively,
she clapped her hands down onto the front of her skirt and sure enough, she
felt something wriggling between her legs. Surprise gave way to a husky sigh
her unbidden guest began massage her insides, slowly pumping in and out.
I… I can’t believe this…Weiss thought with hazy annoyance; it felt good but
this sowasn’t the time, T-this thing is insatiable…
Weiss tried very hardto keep a straight face as the tentacle that had slithered
under her skirt methodically fucked her and Port went right on blathering about
the average size of a Nevermore flock. Slowly, very deliberately,she placed her
hands back the lectern in front of her, trying not to let her hips buck. Not
comfortable with that position either, Weiss lifted a hand to her cheek as if
to rest her head on her hand. Still, she couldn’t quite keep from shaking just
a bitas the tentacle probed her vagina, slowly building the pressure inside
her. It wasn’t that which troubled her most though, no, it was the way that, as
her body ever so slightlyjerked in time with the penetrations, the elastic
bandage from the first-aid kit in RWBY’s dorm which she’d used to tape down her
chest rubbed her nipples and she felt the elastic material dampen, Oh come-she
winced, Come one… not now…she thought of the thin little white blouse under her
blazer jacket, I don’t need this right now…
Ruby, idly glancing her partner’s way as her eyes wandered, bored of Port’s
speech, found her eyes bulging at the subtle jerking of Weiss’s body, and when
her eyes traced downward, she saw why. Ruby wasn’t sure that she should be
afraid at the sight of the curving black extrusion just visible between Weiss’s
calves, but a sudden intrusion into the reaper’s own snatch made the decision
for her. She let out a little ‘eep!’ as her legs clamped together, but no one
seemed to notice, and her thighs relaxed as the thrusting began.
In class!?Ruby thought, horrified, This is so- OH GOD!!! – so embarrassing…
Unlike her more disciplined partner though, Ruby couldn’t resist the urge to
wriggle her hips as the tendril violated her, daring herto moan and expose
herself to the whole class. She didn’t do it, but God, did she want to…Instead,
she bit her lip, grimacing as she tried as discreetly as possible to rub her
entrance up against the seat of the bench. I feel so… I’m so wet-Ruby slammed
her textbook shut as she felt a secondtentacle discreetly violate her, O-oh
come on!!!
“Miss Rose, is something the matter?” Professor Port broke off his tale,
turning her way.
“N-no sir!” Ruby lied through her teeth, “M-my hand just… slipped…” Ruby just
reallyhoped nobody noticed how flushed that she was getting.
“Very well then; please do keep it down,” and with that, Port returned to his
lecture.
Ruby relaxed – perhaps just a little too much – and her slouch and relieved
sigh attracted her partner’s attention. Weiss’s eyes widened, and an
embarrassed partial smile spread on the leader’s face as the tow tentacles in
her pussy began to pump faster. She was so ashamed, so humiliated to have Weiss
watchas she was fucked, but then, she supposed that she should be grateful that
no one else had noticed… Not that Ruby could tell, but the frown on Weiss’s
face was born of a combination of irritation at the untimeliness of the
pleasure session and jealousythat Ruby got to have twoinside her…
Yan meanwhile, had taken to napping at the start of Port’s overblown story. She
was a sturdy sort of course, but even so, her ponderously swollen breasts, even
if mostly concealedunder her sports bra, were heavy and a constant strain on
her back. She supposed they made good cushionsto lay on, but that was small
comfort. Still, the extra cup-sizes might be worth it though – she’d seen the
way Blake had stared longingly as Yang had dressed that morning, Such a horny
kitty~
Yang didn’t sit up, but her eyes certainly did shoot open when it was her
turnfor a tentacle to plunge inside. At first, she panicked, remembering what
had resulted from the first time – sure, the fuckingwas good – great – fucking
amazing even,but she hadn’t exactly planned on having kids any time soon – let
alone three slimy black ones covered in tentacles. Plus, when the little
bastards had squeezed out of her,it had hurt like hell…Still, it was hard to
form any thoughts in her head as she felt it twisting and undulating inside her
save Oh… Fuck that’s good stuff…
Her breath grew husky as her hips swayed. She dimly hoped that no one was
watching, but she didn’t care enough to fight the urge. It moved so, so
slowlyinside her, she groaned. It drew a few looks from across the room, but
none particularly intense; Yang’s falling asleep in the middle of Port’s class
was hardly a rarity, nor indeed was she the only one to ever indulge in the
pastime, so most who watched assumed that her grunt had been some kind of
snore, rather than of a sexual nature. Either way though, she felt the pressure
building and she wanted more.
As the writhing tentacle brought her to climax, she sighed in shameless bliss,
but the way that it had brought her to, and overthe edge slowly resulted left
her with a gentle orgasm, her juices slowly seeping from her pussy and soaking
her panties and her seat. Ruby was next, though she did not go quite so gently
– though she managed to keep from moaning or crying out just barely – Ruby came
full force and all but fainted onto her desk as the tentacles withdrew. Weiss
however, would be left disappointed; the tentacle withdrew from herwoman hood
before she got the chance to finish, leaving her severelyhot and bothered, her
heart hammering, but sexually unsatisfied.
Through all this, Blake’s sensitive ears had alerted her to what was happening
from the start, when her sensitive hearing had tipped her off when Weiss was
first to be invaded, and perhaps even more so than the Heiress, who was now
clenching and unclenching her thighs in a futile effort to discreetly finish,
Blake was not happy.
Why do all of them get it and not me?She fumed, heel tapping the floor in
flustered impatience, None of them are in heat! They don’t need it like I do!!!
And getting fucked in the in the middle of class with nobody the wiser is just
so hoooootttt!!!! It’s not fair!!!Blake shifted in her seat as the
throbbingdesire that burned twixt her legs rose to even more discomforting
levels, I’m not asking for much am I? Just two… maybe three inside, savaging my
womanhood until I cum like a wildcat – is that REALLY so much to ask?
Blake’s breath hitched as she felt something wet brushed against her ankle, and
her first instinct was to spread her legs wide in invitation, It’s about- OH
FUCK YES! FUCK YES! FUCK YES!Blake’s lust-addled mind kept close countas one,
two, three, FOUR!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!
The four black tendrils under the Faunus’ skirt form a wriggling columnof
ecstasyin Blake’s core, plunging deep and driving hard. She tried – she really
did try – to maintain her superficial composure, but her hand gravitated
between her stomach and the waistband of her skirt seemingly of its own accord…
The pleasure that Blake contributed to herself by rubbing her clit was a
pittance though, next to the thought that the members currently fucking her
blind had mere moments before been inside Ruby, Weiss, and Yang…  It’s like an
indirect kiss, only… sex… Wonderful, beautiful, indirect sex…
As the pressure inside her rapidly rose to the overflow point, Blake couldn’t
take it anymore. She had to… I’ve got to…In the middle of class, in front of
her teammates, Professor, and all of her classmates,Blake let out a long…
sensual moan and began to purr, drawing literally every eye in the
classroom,but she didn’t care, I’m so close… just a little…“Y-Y-YES!!!” She
screamed, her back arching in her seat as she stood from her seat and the
tentacles abruptly slithered away, leaving her juices unimpeded as they sprayed
all over the lectern in front of her and all over a verystartled Jaune…
“M-Miss Belladonna!” Port gaped, as mortified as his students… well, as
mortified as the students who weren’t taking pictures…
As Blake caught her breath, slumping back into her seat though, doing her very
best to look ashamed of herself and avoiding her teammate’s gazes, which belied
some strange cocktail of disapproval (presumably of her lack of digression),
jealousy, and sheer respect,Blake sighed in momentary relief.
So… so worth it~
***** Ruby & Weiss: Bonded at the Hip *****
Chapter Notes
     You might be able to tell by some differences in the writing style,
     but I didn't actually write this one - it was contributed by a reader
     over on Fanfiction.net who prefers to remain nameless, so how about a
     big 'well-done' and thank-you to our anonymous contributor? You know
     who you are, and you are awesome. Futa-Ruby on Horny Weiss... So...
     so hot... Anyway, once again I would like to emphasize (especially to
     those of you inclined to review/comment) that I can't claim credit
     for this one, much as I'd like to.
Chapter xx: Weiss and Ruby: Bonded at the Hip
The last few days for Ruby had been a whirlwind.
To say she was uncomfortable was an understatement. The Grimm that she had
unleashed had changed her entire world in only a few short hours. The terror of
losing a fight, the loss of her virginity, the absolute thrill when the
slippery tendrils would slide into her and the fear for the rest of Beacon's
safety left the team leader in a state of content panic… not to mention near-
constant arousal.
Ruby was loathed to admit it but ever since she'd first been taken her belly
had been exceedingly warm, uncomfortably so. It was subtle at first, but after
that brief stint earlier in the day in Port's class her mind had chosen to
notice the increasingly nagging throb betwixt her legs. She'd already taken a
cold shower (which had turned into an impromptu grinding session with the
loofa) and her desire had refused to quell itself.
I wonder if the others are taking it as well… she thought, thumbing through the
walk-in closet of their dorm. She was eager to get to bed, hoping that her
fires would cool with the embrace of sleep, and was almost desperate to find
her pajamas before she lost her mind and jumped the nearest moving object.
Blake's taking it well… but she's in heat… she thought, running past a few
articles of Blake's usual outfit. Yang… hasn't really said much about it… she's
just kinda taken it in stride… Ruby absently passed Weiss' clothing and
stopped. Weiss…
She remembered back to the impromptu orgy they'd had when she was first trying
to warn them. Weiss had kissed her. Or more accurately, Weiss and Ruby had
engaged in a fight to suck each other's tongues out of their heads. Ruby lifted
her fingers to her lips brushing them softly.
She was my first kiss… That was the first time she'd realized such a thing, and
there was no emotion that could tell what she was feeling. Happiness? Saddness?
Did she even like Weiss like that? Was it just lust? The burning in her groin
seethed pleasantly as she remembered the event. Her eyes began to droop and her
grin took on a lazy pleasure as her fingers began reaching for the bottom of
her bathrobe.
She managed to catch herself as her fingers brushed her clit. Ruby, stop! Not
the time!
Ruby pulled her fingers away and returned to the search for clothes. I mean,
she's warmed up, no reason not to like Weiss… it helps she has such a cute,
petite ass…
The leader colored at the thought. No… not what I wanted to think about… But
her skin tasted so… and her tongue was so strong…
Without realizing it Ruby's lackadaisical grin had returned full force, a
trickle of drool slipping from her lips. Eyes fogged she let her hand wander to
her chest, where her friend had briefly suckled the tit. The ebbing in her core
surged up her body and through her breasts at the memory.
Again, though, Ruby shook herself from those images. A hand came and wiped away
the drool and she stomped her foot.
"Damnit, it's too hard to think like this!" she growled, finding a pair of
neatly folded pjs under Weiss' hangers. She unfolded the shirt and looked at
the growling Beowulf heart. A sneer shot from her face, "stupid grimm, making
me feel weird! That's it, no more thinking tonight, just sleep!"
Ruby turned, intending to shrug off her bathrobe and swap clothes, only to find
an unexpected guest in the room with her. Blocking the door was one of the
grimmlings that she'd seen Yang give birth to, that had violated her whole team
in tandem. It sat there, a small red eye poking out from an orb at the center
of the mass of tentacles. Staring at her, it lulled to one side, almost its
form of an inquisitive stare.
Her breath hitched in her throat, fingers reflexively coiling around the lapel
of her robe. She didn't move. Neither did it.
Maybe… maybe it'll leave me alone? she thought hopefully. Holding her clothes
to her chest she shuffled her foot forward towards the door, making a very
obvious movement to step around the orb. The creature shifted with her, rising
ever so slightly to keep the door at the end of the path inaccessible. Ruby
scowled, her grip tightening around her fabrics. She was tempted to scream but
the rooms of the dorm were sound-proof to anyone in the hall; normally a luxury
for combat school attendees, now it became a coffin for her dignity.
Letting a tear drop from her eye, Ruby sighed. Here we go again…
"So… I take it you're here to get some more of me?" she asked it, though not
expecting a response. The thing did little but lull to its other side gently.
She rolled her eyes. "You know, if my sister gave birth to you, this kinda
makes this like… gross incest…" The grimmling was unmoving. Ruby bit her lip
and let out another puff of air.
Seconds later, her robe clattered to the floor, her clothes returned to where
it had been. Ruby dropped to the floor, her smooth snatch facing the creature,
her legs bent to allow full presentation. She watched it with expectation, the
low simmer in her stomach churning into a full flame at the possibility of
being extinguished. She wanted this more than she liked to admit.
"I… just took a shower, so maybe you can keep this clean? Please?" she pleaded.
It seemed to blink before bobbing backwards on its hind tentacles. The
grapefruit-like thing rose about a foot into the air before the longest and
thickest of its many limbs leveled itself at Ruby's entrance, the smooth black
skin sliding against her most hidden bits. An involuntary squeak escaped her
lips at the sensation running down her spine, a bolt of electrical energy
surging over her limbs and brain.
But the grimmling did not make the plunge. At least, not with its main
tentacle. Several smaller tentacles, no bigger than fingers slicked around
Ruby's entrance before prodding in and swiftly pulling the folds apart. Ruby
gasped as her pussy was pulled and stretched far beyond its normal bounds, the
pain that would normally come dulled by the cool slick the tentacles seemed to
lather on.
Ruby furrowed her brow. This was new. This was scary. She tried to stand, but
several more tentacles lashed out and restrained her, preventing her from
resisting. Ruby bit her lip, hard, trying once more to ignore the feeling of
violation. Submission, at this point, would save her effort, so she did her
best to enjoy the cruelty.
The rod sitting atop her clit became rigid, the underside growing bumps and
ledges that slowly suctioned themselves to Ruby's cunt. There was a twitch as
her crotch melded into what felt like warm slime. A series of electrical pops
cascaded through the connection, small jolts that fused the two skins together.
She could feel it. She could feel the tentacle. All at once it was the most
disturbing yet arousing thing she'd known. Ruby began to convulse with new
sensation, the tendril writhing with her body as the grapefruit neared her
entrance.
So distracted was the girl that she almost failed to notice the large, grape-
fruit-sized force squeezing its way into her womanhood below. The drool that
she had so desperately restrained earlier oozed out as a new form of twisted
pleasure filled her mind.
She grinned as the last tentacles disappeared beneath her folds, leaving a
single, pulsing black member erect against her belly.
The girl laid there for a few minutes, taking in what had just happened.
Another violation. Another sweet, sweet violation.
She sat up and wiped the drool from her lips, feeling a pleasant weight in her
stomach and a small bump below her abs. Her fingers traced the extrusion,
finding grace in the new curve. Her fingers dipped lower and found the member,
still erect.
Her hand wrapped around it and gave it a good slide. All at once she was met by
an inferno in her loins as the phallus launched a globule of cream-colored
fluid at the ceiling. Ruby's mouth shot open in orgasmic pleasure, but her
voice was lost in her throat.
"H-h-h-holy… c-c-c-r-r-ap…" she hiccupped.
The member died down, seemingly exhausted from the strain of attaching itself,
and hung flaccid from her pussy, which had now been obscured by its bulk. A
brief gale from the vents made her shiver; the feeling of limp dick carried
through her body. Every movement she traced with her mind, the sudden weight at
her groin and below her torso unfamiliar, though not unpleasant.
She scrambled to her feet and looked in the mirror.
I have a penis… she thought, absently, her cheeks flushing red. I… I have a
penis…
Ruby blinked in compounding surprise. And my eyes are red… what are these
things?
"Ruby, we're back!"
The little reaper froze. How would she explain this? Yes, they all knew about
the tentacles, but nothing like this.
So she did what she could.
"Hey Weiss, Sis, Blake… I'll be out in a minute, just changing!" she sputtered.
In a rush she grabbed her pajamas and threw them on, briefly struggling to
place the phallus in her bottoms (she settled on the left leg). A moment later
she dug into her laundry pile and pulled out the soiled panties and skirt from
this afternoon, throwing them on the white stain and mopping it up with a boost
from her semblance.
Evidence returned to the bin Ruby took a deep breath and walked to the door.
She allowed little time, strutting to her bed and stretching in a forced yawn.
A few excuses of needed rest and she was behind her bed's curtain without
incident. Well, almost. In her rush she'd brushed passed the most recent target
of her fantasies, the ghostly heiress, and her skin prickled in excitement
against her will. It was all Ruby could do to keep from jumping the girl right
then and there.
I just… I need to sleep this all off… I can ask for help tomorrow…
And with that Ruby dozed off.
Or so she thought.
Ruby's now crimson eyes fluttered open at the sound of the bed shifting beneath
her. Or, more accurately, the bed beneath her shifting. The floor was squeaking
in irregular, quick intervals and it left the girl curious.
She rolled to her side to look out her curtain, briefly pausing to reposition
the bulge in her pants so she could be more comfortable. What she found was
something more than unusual, something likely unheard of; Weiss Schnee, heiress
to the opulent and popular dust company, with her panties down, nighty up and
two fingers three-knuckles deep in her crotch.
Ruby watched with fascination as Weiss rotated her hips around her fingers, her
lips clamped around the bottom of her nightgown.
In an instant Ruby's new 'plus one' sprung to attention. The girl was
mesmerized by what she saw; a beautiful, silken body wriggling in sheer self-
produced ecstasy. The nipples, erect and pushing against the soft fabric of the
heiress' gown, breasts unusually swollen. And those lips, my God those lips and
the dexterous tongue behind them.
Ruby felt her body heat at just staring at her partner, an almost primal
instinct rising in her gut to drop down and claim the milky ghost for herself.
And with the way her new member rubbed against the fabric of her pants, Ruby
was pressed to act.
A glance to the opposite bunks told her that her sister and their faunus
companion were still off in the realms of sleep, pleasantly unaware of what was
about to transpire. With as much grace as she could muster Ruby dropped down,
silent as gravity would permit.
Weiss did not miss this movement and immediately stopped her ministrations,
fingers locking still inside of her contracting cavern. The fencer's face spoke
of fear, embarrassment.
Ruby looked the girl in the eye and kneeled to the side of the bed, the heiress
reflexively moving to cover herself. The leader shot out a hand to stop Weiss'
attempt to conserve modesty, her body language directing Weiss to look at her
face.
"Weiss…" Ruby asked, her voice shaking and quiet, "Is… is it too hot for you
too? Are you…"
Weiss looked dumbstruck at the girl. Her lips wavered before she gave a silent
nod and gulp. Ruby licked her lips.
"Do… do you want… I want to… I need…" Ruby felt the pressure of the member
exerting on her mind as much as it was her body. She looked to Weiss's hand,
the one she was holding, the one that had been inside the girl and was slick
with juice. On impulse, Ruby brought it to her lips, suckling on each tip and
lapping up Weiss' essence with vigor. When she pulled back, she smiled dumbly
at the satisfying musk.
More… she thought dumbly.
"Ruby, your eyes…" Weiss whispered. Ruby did not shy away from staring into icy
cold pools.
More.
Without warning Ruby reached out and grabbed Weiss by the back of the head,
pulling the two in for a painful, lust-addled kiss.
More, Ruby's mind groaned, more!
Weiss, meanwhile was filled with a flood of conflicting thoughts, all of which
were overwritten as Ruby began leaving short, passionate kisses along her neck.
Weiss felt her head fall back onto her pillow as Ruby straddled her waist from
above. Ruby's tongue lashed out and led a sticky trail back up to Weiss' mouth
from her lapel, their tongues mixing together for the first time since the
orgy. Ruby's saliva tasted like fire and felt like ice along her skin. There
was something off about Ruby, far more than her eyes changing shade, but the
way the saliva was working its magic Weiss couldn't care less.
Ruby let one hand wander to Weiss' covered chest, her fingers squeezing
engorged tits with vigor. Weiss gave a sharp hiss of delight as Ruby roughened
her teasing, a small amount of residual lactation leaking through her dress.
In retaliation Weiss reached for the lip of Ruby's pants and yanked them down.
She was not expecting to see a fully erect penis pointing her in the face.
Weiss tried to pull back but Ruby pinned her down with her arms. Ruby looked
her straight in the eye, "It wants you, Weiss." The penis twitched as Ruby
lowered it softly down to the heiress' tight snatch. "I want you too… We want
you…" the redhead groaned, biting into Weiss' neck ever so passionately.
Weiss was going through shock. Who was doing this to her? Ruby, or the tentacle
creatures? Was it both? Did it matter? She'd already had a batch of 'kids' the
day before, and it had been so painful. But… but… the thought of being fucked
by the younger girl, to be railed by the tentacles, to be violated and turned
into the mother of monsters… The haze was intoxicating.
Weiss suddenly wanted to see her flat stomach rise again.
She lunged forward and captured Ruby's neck with her teeth, returning the
hickey in kind. As she pulled away she whispered, voice lacked with husky
intent, "Fuck me."
There was a 'yeap!' as Ruby thrust forward, her ribbed and thick member
bouncing around inside the heiress' snatch. The leader growled with delight as
Weiss shrugged her panties off her ankles and raised her legs in the air (a
position she'd gotten plenty of practice at the last few days). Ruby reached
around and hooked her elbows just below Weiss' thighs, pushing them even
further to give her more leverage.
Weiss gave a primal coo as her father's precious daughter was turned into the
slut of the creatures of darkness. The piston slamming in and out of her pussy
was warm, thick and unrelenting, and Weiss wouldn't have it any other way as
her eyes began to glaze over. Likewise, Ruby was so lost in passion that she
began to drool once more, tongue dropping from her mouth like a dog when it
wasn't tangling with Weiss'.
It was different to Weiss, stranger. The tentacles felt good,
felt fantastic, but the feeling of someone mounting her was almost
indescribable. The holes that plagued her existence, the missing parts of her
seemed filled by the warm body floating above her. And she wanted the girl
closer. Her fingers pull the bottom of her nightgown over her breasts, which
had withered only mildly in size in the last day. Her C-cup breasts sprung
forth, the milk she'd let loose earlier still coating her nipples and she
wanted Ruby to clean it off. But when she went to say "Suck my breasts", all
she managed to eep out between thrusts was "Tits!"
Ruby obliged to the order, dipping her head and capturing Weiss's left tit in
her mouth. She lapped at Weiss' milk, wrapped her lips around the erect nipple,
pulled and played with it like a suckling child. Her hot saliva mixed into the
skin and set Weiss ablaze, forcing her to arch her back in primal delight. The
heiress wrapped an arm around Ruby's neck, pulling her closer to her chest.
"Your…" Ruby groaned in between kisses and suckles, "chest… Weiss… It's so
big…"
The leader looked hazily up to her partner and gave a satisfied grin, "they
taste delicious.
Weiss met the gaze, panting hard and heavy, "Then… drink all you want... It's
all yours…"
Ruby's grin became shark-like as her lips crashed down onto Weiss' other
breast, greedily sucking at the sweet milk stored inside. Weiss giggled
gleefully at the feeling of the warm liquid leaving her swollen bosom, sweet
relief, unbridled pleasure! Ruby switched it up, latching on to the other
breast, groping them to squeeze out every last ounce she could, her lips and
tongue and hands dripping with the fluid. She alternated, making sure each
nipple got treatment in kind, the pair's movements reaching a fever pitch as
they went along.
They were both close and they knew it almost instinctively. Ruby's member
pulsed impatiently inside the hot hole of her partner (her girlfriend? Her
lover? Her fuck buddy? It didn't matter). A thick bulge formed in Ruby's
natural passage, a pressure that slowly slid from the base of her 'cock' and
passed down towards the tip.
Weiss knew what was coming. She wanted this. The bob neared the tip in moments,
and just as ruby began suckling on Weiss' trachea the heiress gave a demeaning,
throaty purr as she orgasmed, wet juices spilling across Ruby's bloated belly
before sinking in to become stains on her sheets. Ruby was next, a spray
dripping from her plugged snatch as the bulb finally reached its mark.
White, hot cum spilled out of the tendril, filling Weiss' pussy to the brink.
The creamy sauce dripped from the girl's vagina as Ruby and her stared at each
other in a fit of pure, unadulterated lust, Weiss grinning lazily at the warm
goo filling her hole. They shared a heated kiss before pulling apart and
staring once more.
And they continued to stare.
And they continued to stare.
And then Ruby's tentacle finally released the last of its load and went
flaccid.
Ruby twitched and squirmed as the grimmling in her womanhood shifted. There was
the soft noise of a suction cup being peeled loose and soon Ruby's passenger
was no longer fused to her at the groin. She giggled as a tingling sensation
crawled its way down her birth canal. With an aggravated push, the grimmling
popped out from Ruby's vagina and slithered away, coated in what bits of Ruby's
discharge it had blocked.
Ruby and Weiss watched it scuttle into the vents, their breathing labored. They
looked back at each other, Weiss happy to see Ruby's eyes return to their
normal playful silver.
And then Ruby's face was drawn in panic.
"I… oh God, Weiss! I'm so sorry!" Ruby almost screamed, jerking back from her
position straddling Weiss.
Weiss immediately stopped Ruby from pulling back more.
"I… I… Weiss, I didn't mean to… I don't… I don't know what's happening…" Ruby
blathered, breaking down in tears. "I mean, I liked kissing you, but I don't
know what that means, I was really horny, and then that thing, and then
sleeping and…."
Ruby was silenced by a gentle, chaste and silent kiss.
Weiss leaned back and pulled Ruby into an embrace, already feeling the
tentacle's cum doing its deed and filling her womb with its children.
She hadn't really wanted this. Despite staying calmer on the outside, Weiss was
equally as terrified by the spell that had just befallen both of them as Ruby.
Did it mean anything? No… or did it?
"It… it doesn't matter…" Weiss whispered, holding Ruby tight, trying
desperately to find comfort in the girl as though she were a teddy bear. "These
things… they're making us do a lot of things we wouldn't normally do… So I
don't blame you. We'll figure this out when we have time to sit down and talk,
okay?" Weiss explained, desperate to placate her friend.
Ruby sniffed and nodded, looking Weiss in the eyes. Weiss nodded as well, but
scowled as the pressure in her belly built up even thicker.
"But before that… Ruby…" Weiss broke, pulling back and spreading her legs as
her belly began to rise. She let her head roll back as she managed a brief
moment of pleasure from the filling stomach. "I'm pregnant with…" Weiss mulled
over the right words as her stomach began to squirm uncomfortably, "…our
babies. And I need your help getting them out…."
Ruby wiped her eyes and nodded. Weiss pulled up her legs and displayed her
pussy which began to dilate in time with her rising stomach. The leader
resisted a remnant urge to caress Weiss' thighs and waited at the ready to
deliver their… 'children'.
Moments later Weiss cried out in pain, and a batch of newborn grimmlings came
into the world.
 
***** Neo: A Lesson in Empathy *****
Neo was a girl of simple tastes really; she liked sweet things, and what could
be sweeterthan the little twinge of fear on somebody’s face as they realized
there situation was hopeless – and that at the hands of so petite a girl.
Indeed, one of her favorite pastimes was to walk through the streets of Vale,
the content of her thoughts obscure from all of those she passed, contemplating
how bestto reduce each and every man and woman she passed to a whimpering
heap,begging for mercy. Perhaps the man who brushed past her in a suit could do
with a few broken fingers… or the woman coming out of the bookstore needed to
have her blouse cut open… Imagining the way that they would react made Neo
smile devilishly. It was enough to make a girl wet… Of course, it certainly
didn’t hurt that business and pleasure so neatly correlated. On this particular
fine afternoon, Neo was going to punisha silly, silly storekeeper who’d failed
to compensate her employer for his magnanimous‘protection.’ Neo didn’t really
care about that though; she was just happy to have a chance to indulge her
hobbies - little did Neo know as she had turned down into the alley to break
into the shop from the back that shewould be the one silently screaming.
It started with a bout of gleefully casual brutality on the young lady’s part.
Upon turning into the alley, she saw, to her surprise, what looked to be a
squirming black octopus hobbling across they alley from the storm drain. It
didn’t take her long to recognize it as a Grimm, and then to decide that she
would do her good deed for the day. Licking her lips with a sadistic smile, she
impaled the thing on her parasol, stepping on its tentaclesas she pulled her
weapon free again and leaving it to die as she continued on her way. She would
swiftly be punished.
The tendrils fell upon her as she turned down a bend in the alley and stepped
completely out of sight of the street. First her parasol was yanked from her
hands by a tentacle which surged forward from behind, causing the sadistic
little lady with mismatched eyes to pivot to face her attacker. It wouldn’t do
her any good though, as her arms were both quickly and handily bound. Neo’s
face, normally expressing a deceptively coquettish smirk, instead bespoke shock
as she was forcedto her knees and her blouse was torn open down to her corset,
revealing her fair skin and supple breasts. She winced as a tentacle wrapped
tightly around each of her nipples and squeezed; her small breasts were
extraordinarily sensitive, and though it hurt, the abuse felt good…She wondered
between silent gasps of pain, revulsion, and pleasure as still more tentacles
wriggled under her corset if this was anything like what hervictims felt like;
but any semblance of empathy banished itself from her mind as the slimy wet
tips of the appendages slithered down into her pants and began to rub her clit.
Her eyes went wide, but she couldn’t scream, and as she tried to struggle, the
tendrils roughly slammed herdown to the cold, paved ground. She silently
whimpered as her soft breasts were pressed to the hard, coarseasphalt, bringing
a slight well of tears to her eyes. Not to her…this kind of thing didn’t happen
to her…This was how shewas supposed to make others feel… It wasn’t funif shehad
to feel it…
The tentacles didn’t much care how she felt about it though; they were going to
have her no matter how hard she struggled. She gasped and her expression took
on a look of silent terror as the tentacles in her pants slipped under her
panties and into her folds, pulling them apart and adding to the impression
that, as she was pressed to the pavement on her knees, she was being
presented.Neo received all the explanation that she was going to when it
struck. It hit her like a hammer,striking so hard that it tore a hole through
her hitherto undamaged pants, ripped through her panties like tissue paper, and
violatedher pussy with a loud thud,all in one motion. Neo opened her mouth to
scream as her virginal tightness was savagely despoiled by the interwoven mass
of three tentacles, but nothing came out. The tendrils did not hesitate for a
second, even as Neo’s body wriggled and thrashed in pain as the slimy
drillbroke her hymen and kept right on driving deeper.By the time that the
tendrils had gotten all the way in,Neo simply stared blankly into the ground as
her maiden’s blood began to trickle down her thighs.
As Neo came for the first time, the tentacles abruptly pulled out of her pussy,
and her arms were yankedback behind her, forcing her to ben backward, and her
wrists were bound to her ankles, leaving her vagina dripping through the hole
in her pants. The other tentacles swiftly saw to the task of fully disrobing
her though, and in scarcely moments the whole of her slight form was arched
back, knees spread wide in unwilling invitation, and utterly bare.
As the tendrils reared up above her, Neo tried to brace herself, but her
efforts were thwarted when a single, wriggling tentacle plunged up into her ass
from behind, leaving her unprepared when the tendrils in front of her came
down. The little sadist’s face was wrenched to the side as the first blow hit,
a wet slap as though in rebuke for her misdeeds, but the punishments did not
stop there. The next blow fell on her chest, jostling her breasts, still
stinging from having been pressed to the pavement, then her stomach, thighs,
until the last struck her squarely between the legs, stinging her clit and
moist folds. Her breath came in shuddering gasps as the blows left her sore and
formed angry welts on her cream-colored skin, but her pussy continued to drip,
her juices forming a puddle beneath her even as the blood continued its slight
trickle down her thigh from her entrance. It hurt… It was demeaning and
humiliating to be at this… this thing’smercy… but she wanted more…
Perhaps more sadistic of the creature than the whippings though was what it did
next. The end of a tendril pressed to her clit, before snaking its way down
between her legs; it didn’t enter her – no, that would have been fartoo
gratifying – but instead slithered back and forth across her womanhood, so
close that her folds parted around its length and she felt like she would melt,
but it would never actually enter her.This heavenly little torture started
slowly at first, gently rubbing forward and back, but with Neo’s every silent
little gasp, the speed intensified, rubbing her harder and harder, closer and
closer…
All at once Neo’s arms were released, allowing her to flop forward as her
juices gushed from her again. She scuffed her elbows on the rough pavement as
she braced herself, catching her breath, but she wouldn’t be spared the
moment’s peace. Briefly, the tentacles resumed whipping her, lashing her
buttocks and making her silently cry out, only to have her mouth immediately
filled with a member the size of her wrist, easily the largest present as it
filled her mouth. Neo gagged as the slimy member filled her entire mouth and
pushed towards her throat, yet her lips closed around it, forming a seal.
Helpless, she sucked and she sucked, the pulsating column of flesh in her mouth
unrelenting until her eyes widened in horror at the sight of the bulge coming
down its length toward her mouth, but her struggling was pointless. A hot,
thick jet of ejaculate gushed into Neo’s mouth and down her throat. As the
member pulled out of her mouth, Neo doubled over and tried to spit it all out,
but she couldn’t help swallowing some and feeling nauseous.
Before she could recover though, the tentacles took her again, wrapping around
and spiraling up her legs, coiling around her stomach and breasts, before
finally winding about her arms and lashing her wrists together. All the
tendrils binding her pulsated and constricted her even as it forced her legs
apart to hang separately, opening her up for still moretentacles. They set upon
her from front and back, driving into her ass and her pussy at the same time
and thrusting in sync. She tried to fight it at first, but she didn’t have the
muscle to close her legs in defiance, and the more she struggled, the tighter
her pulsating bonds became, until finally she submitted, her head lolling back
as the plundering tendrils fucked her blind, and losing track of the waves of
pleasure that consumed her consciousness.
When the creature had finished with her, Neo had long since passed out, and it
dropped her naked, unconscious form to the cold, rough ground to lie in a pool
of her own juices. A very naughty girl had been thoroughly punished indeed…
***** Blake & Yang: More *****
Yang returned to the RWBY dorm to find quite a sight. It had been a rough day –
especially her gym time, which was somewhat complicated by her recently
elevated center of gravity – but Blake on the other hand, after offering
numerous profuseapologies to Port, Ozpin, and Jaunehad been instructed to take
the rest of her heat cycle off. Yang had wondered what her partner would do
with the time off, or indeed if she was safe from the tentacle Grimm - called
an Ursula if her Grimm studies book was to be believed – but upon opening (and
very swiftly shutting behind her) the door to her dorm, Yang realized that
those probably weren’t the right questions to be asking…
Blake was on her hands and knees, nightgown hiked up over her waist. Her bow
was off, her cat ears flattened against the top of her head, and her eyes were
shut, face equal parts flushed and frustrated. Yang blinked a few times before
she comprehended the behavior – and noticed the open vent in front of which it
was taking place – before it sank in. Oh…
“Hey Blake… You… okay…?”
 
It was like Yang had thrown a switch – albeit perhaps a partially jammedswitch
– because Blake’s reaction was instantaneous, if not quitecomplete. Upon being
addressed – as though she hadn’t even noticed Yang enter the room – Blake had
shot up from her presenting position onto her knees, cheeks crimson with
embarrassment, though she couldn’t quitekeep her hand from wandering to the
space between her legs, “Y-Yang! H-hi… I was… I was just…”
“It’s okay…” Yang assured, kneeling down in front of Blake, “You can’t help
it…”
Relievedby the way that Yang seemed to understand, Blake resumed pumping her
two fingers into herself, sending a thousand little twitches of pleasure over
her face. For a long while Yang just sat there watchingas Blake pleasured
herself; first two, and then three fingers in her womanhood, all the way up to
the knuckles as she worked them around inside herself, trying to get the most
out of it. Yang felt herself get hot just watching, and her panties started to
feel wet. Blake didn’t even seem like she was aware of Yang anymore, so focused
was she on working her hips and putting her fingers inside, and as Yang’s
breathing grew heavy she decided that she couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe she
was still hormonal after the whole ‘getting pregnant’ thing, but Yang
wantedBlake, and she wanted her now.Judging by the way Blake was shamelessly
moaning and didn’t seem to notice as Yang took off her shirt, Yang figured that
Blake wouldn’t mind…
With both hands, Yang seized her partner and forcedBlake’s lips to hers. The
heat-addled Faunus’s eyes shot wide at her partners sudden, if not unwelcome
advance, but squeezed shut again just as quickly when Yang’s fingers reached
under her nightgown and began rubbing her clit, and almost instantly she was
putty in the Blonde’s hands, and happily so. Yang pulled her close, cradling
Blake in one arm like an infant as she intensified her ministrations, taking
the place of Blake’s own fingers inside her yearning dampness. When finally
they broke off the kiss, Blake’s head rested against her buxom partner’s upper
arm and she started to purr as Yang continued, and her hands lazily groped to
remove the Blonde’s sports bra before finally casting the article away and
nuzzling up to Yang’s wonderfully sizable breast.
“Ah! Ow!” Yang protested as Blake’s teeth began nibbling on her right breast,
“Kitten… that hurts…” Blake just bit her again, and yang winced, “Well… if
that’s how it’s gonna be…” She retaliated by jamming a third finger inside her
partner, who yelped, squeezing her thighs shut about Yang’s hand.
“Ah… y-yes!!!” Blake cried out in pleasure, wrapping her arms about Yang’s neck
as Yang pumped into her progressively faster, “Fuck yes! Fuck ME!”
Eager to satisfy her lustful partner, Yang continued to bounce Blake up and
down on her fingers. Blake’s hips bucked in response to each and every thrust,
gasping and moaning as Yang’s three fingers pumped in and out and the Blonde’s
thumb stroked er clit until Blake’s body seized up, “Ohhh… Ohhh… YES!!!”
 Yang smirked widely and kissed Blake’s cat ears as Blake shuddered and came
onto her hand, “I do good?”
Blake nodded, but blushed, “…More…?”
Yang blinked, “You… want more…?”
Blake shakily straddled Yang’s leg and began to grind herself against the
Blonde’s thigh, whispering sensually into her partner’s ear, “Yang… I’m in
heat…I’ve got about five more daysof constant…well…”
Yang nodded slowly, trying to comprehend what it would be like to spend an
entire weekconstantly horny,“How… how much do you want…?”
Blake leaned down to suck the top of Yang’s breast until she left a mark, “How
much have you got…?”
Yang smirked, interpreting that as a challenge, “ How about this?”
Blake yelped again as she was thrown onto the floor and Yang tore the bodice of
her nightgown open with her teeth.Had she been in her right mind, this wanton
destruction of her clothes might have annoyed Blake, but as it was, Blake
reallywanted Yang to kiss her, bite her, suck her…and she reallywasn’t about to
complain when her partner started motorboating her chest. Blake’s breathing
grew faster and faster as yang’s hands closed around her breasts and
squeezed.It didn’t stop there though, as Yang moved lower and lower down
Blake’s stomach until Blake was left gasping and panting while Yang spread her
legs. Yang paused for a moment to appreciate the sight of Blake’s quivering
pussy before she dove in, and Blake’s hands slammed down onto the floor and her
back arched as Yang’s tongue penetrated her folds.  Unbeknownst to the
entangled pair though, the guest that Blake had been hoping for arrived through
the vent. As Blake writhed in ecstasy and Yang ate her out, one of the small
creatures clambered out of the vent and crept toward them, its tendrils
reaching out…
“Mmph!” Yang spluttered into Blake’s vagina, startling Blake almost as much as
the brawler as the tendrils pried her own lower lips open and the undulating
mass pulled itself inside her. Yang collapsed with her head on top of Blake’s
stomach, and the Faunus, unfulfilled, sat up to see why Yang’s ministrations
had stopped, “Y-Yang? What…?”
As Yang rolled off of her, her golden eyes beheld the last wriggling tendril
disappearing beneath Yang’s skirt. As Yang flopped onto her back, chest heaving
as she gasped, Blake tore her partner’s skirt off, in such a hurry was she to
confirm her suspicion as she examined Yang’s womanhood. It wasn’t fair… Why the
helldid these things like to teaseher so much? She’d lost track of the time
she’d spent earlier spreading herselfin front of the vents, yet now Yanggot it?
Really? So. Not. Fair-!But Blake’s internal griping was silenced as a thick,
black member spilled forth from Yang’s vagina and prodded Blake’s chin as it
became erect.
Blake stared…
“Good god… what…?” Yang slurred, bleary-eyed as she recovered her wits.
And Blake stared….
Yang looked down at herself, and then sat up wit a start when her eyes fell
upon her new ‘plus one…’ “G-gah! What the Hell!!?”
Blake licked her lips, feeling the fire light up between her legs again, and
she stroked the rigid member causing Yang to flinch, “Yang…”
“D-don’t do that! God, that feels weird…” 
“Put it inside me,”
“W-what?”
Blake shifted to meet her partner’s unaccountably reddened eyes, “What’s the
matter?” Blake crawled on top of her partner now, nuzzling to her ample bosom,
“You knowI’m horny Yang… Don’t make me beg…”
“B-Blake! This thingis inside me-!”
“And I want itinside me.” Blake insisted, “It’s perfect…I want you to mount
me,and then I want you to fuck me, and fuck me,and maybe fuck me some
more…Until I cum… until I scream…until I beg you to stop…” Yang’s heart raced
as Blake rubbed herself against the new member, sending shivers of pleasure
through her, even as the Blonde found it difficult to avert her eyes from
Blake’s swaying breasts, “And thenI want you to fuck me harder, and harder and
harder…At least until I pass out…okay? Thenyou can stop if you reallywant to…”
As if to accentuate the word ‘really’ Blake twisted Yang’s nipple, “But let’s
be honest… I really wouldn’t mind if you just kept right on having me…”
Right then, Yang lost all semblance of self-control and her hips bucked,
driving the throbbingblack member deep into her pussycat.Blake exclaimed in
sexual delight as she sat back onto the driving shaft, her own hips beginning
to buck as she straddled Yang. Fuckingbecame the sole effort of the Faunus’
entire body as her whole form rocked and swayed from her head to her toes,
trying to squeeze the maximum possible pleasure from each and every stroke. Her
hips gyrated, then worked back and forth, up and down, side to side, trying to
work Yang’s long, hardcock into that oneperfect spot inside of her. Yang bucked
her hips savagely – as hard as she could, as fastas she could – and she was
completely and utterly delirious with lust. All she was conscious of was
Blake’s nearly naked form straddling her own, and the burning need to violate.
With a mighty effort, Yang bucked Blake off of her cowgirl position and onto
the floor. Before Blake could recover, Yang was on her again, grabbing her legs
under the knees and plowing hersilly. Blake triedto be an active participant at
first. Wrapping her legs around Yang’s waste and clinging to the Blonde as
though for dear life. Blake’s nails dug into Yang’s back, leaving long
scratches across the Blonde’s finely toned form, and Blake bit down on her
shoulder as though to further anchor herself in place as Yang stood, lifting
Blake to rest straddling her hips as she continued to thrust. Blake’s entire
world was reduced to the taste of Yang’s shoulder, the glorious ‘FUCK
YES!!!’feeling filling her womanhood, and the jostling press of Yang’s breasts
to her own soft, sensitive mounds as Yang bounced herup and down on her shaft,
and she liked it that way. .
As Blake came again though, Yang abruptly pulled out of her, turned Blake
around so that Blake could feel Yang’s breasts pressing into her shoulder
blades, and then promptly resumed the fucking. Yang held her up by the thighs
and Blake’s arms happily fell limp as she watched her reflection in the window;
her own not-insignificant breasts bounced and jiggled wildly as her whole body
was jostled, and she could see the thick black column of Yang’s member
disappear into her folds each time Yang’s hips thrust it inside. She wasn’t so
much a person anymore as Yang’s moaning sexual toy,and as she looked into her
own eyes reflected in the window, Blake came again, just in time for Yang to
loudly groan, and Blake’s body involuntarily spasmed as the bulge passed from
Yang’s pussy to her own, where the hot gush spurted into her womb.
Blake reveled in the feeling of her walls being clamped down on Yang’s member
for a long while, and enjoyed the look of orgasmic pleasure on her own face,
but it wasn’t enough… “More…”
Letting go of one of her legs and taking a fistful of Blake’s breast instead,
Yang Readily obliged, thrusting again even as her cum slowly oozed out of
Blake, coating Yang’s throbbing length. Yang then dropped to her knees, and
Blake fell forward, though not offof Yang’s huge, ribbed cock, and Yang took
hold of her hips as the thrusting resumed and intensified.
“…Fuck…” Blake moaned like a whore as Yang’s cock slammed all the way in,pulled
mostof the way out, and then slammedback in again, “Ooooohhhhh… I… I feel it
ALL!!!” As Yang’s thrusting into her reached a fever pitch, Blake came again,
finally satisfied – for the moment at least – and slumped to the ground, legs
spread wide for her juices to pool between her legs.
Yet Yang was not satisfied, and as her member twitched in an annoyed demand for
satisfaction, it impelled Yang to act.
“Y-Yang… what are you doing…?” Blake asked, the lustful haze having been well
and truly fuckedfrom her mind as Yang flipped her onto her back, “Yang, that’s
enough – stop- AHH!”
And so Yang set about the task of raping Blake Belladonna until she screamed
–just like she’d asked her to. An exhausted Blake weakly struggled and fought,
but it was no use; she’d told Yang to take her by force, and that was
exactlywhat Yang was going to do. Blake’s feeble resistance wasn’t just because
she felt satisfied though; indeed not. Rather, she had already begun to feel
the first consequences of Yang’s (the creatures?) cumming inside her. Her
breasts ached  and she felt bloated, yet as plaintive moans of “S-stop..” and
“No more…” gave way to wordless groans, Yang did not let up, and drove her cock
home into Blake’s pussy once more, and Blake’s eyes lolled back in her head as
she gave up resisting and her body began undergoing the pregnancy in earnest.
Never missing a stroke, Yang bent down over her suddenly passive partner and
began to suck at her nipples, heedless as Blake’s abdomen began to swell
beneath her own. All Yang was in a fit state of mind to care about was that
Blake’s nipples were hard, and her pussy was soft…
Let’s be honest: I’d be perfectly fine if you just kept having me…
And so she did. Yang continued to fuck Blake’s prone form even as her stomach
bulged and her breasts grew swollen, causing eye-pleasing little jiggles to run
across her partner’s naked body. Blake’s legs twitched as the ravishing
continued, as though wanting to wrap around the Blonde and hold her borrowed
girth inside, but lacking the strength, and in any event, Yang proceeded to
fuck her partner’s soft, quivering pussy to her own fullest satisfaction.
“P-please…” Blake whimpered, though she was unable to decide if she really
meant it as, even despite her swollen abdomen and breasts, Yang’s continued
penetration had made her cum a fourthtime… “No more…”
But Yang did not stop – not until shewas satisfied, letting out a shuddering
groan as she – or the Grimmling which had taken up temporary residence within
her – she couldn’t tell anymore – loosed another stream of hot, white cum into
Blake’s womanhood. Thusly satisfied, Yang collapsed beside Blake, her temporary
member causing her to shiver with pleasure as it slithered inside her, and then
cry out in pain as the whole Grimmling inside detached itself and crawled its
way out of her pussy. Blakeon the other hand, screamed.
She could feel the Grimmlings fighting and slithering all over each other
inside her even as the first contraction hit her and her first cry of pain
split the dorm. It felt like an eternity as the other contractions followed,
but when the time came, she took Yang’s hand, squeezed it, and pushed.Blake’s
first was pushed down and out of her birth canal with painstakingslowness, but
she almost preferred that than the way that the second couldn’t seem to escape
her womb fast enough, spilling from her pussy, onto the floor, and skittering
away as its last two brothers fought each other inside her for the privilege of
being next born. Blake’s face scrunched up as they struggled and writhed,
getting stuck just short of her entrance, allowing stray tentacles to probe the
air beyond her folds. With one final, excruciatingeffort though, they too were
expelled from Blake’s vagina and the cat Faunus flopped back down onto the
floor and caught her breath as her stomach returned to normal size.
“Y-Yang…” Blake intoned between gasps, feeling her suddenly sensitive and
engorged breasts, “G-get over here…”
 
“Huh…?” Yang lazily looked her way, “Whoa Blake…” She added tiredly, “Nice
rack~”
“They’re sore…”
“Ya get used to it…”
“But it hurtsnow!” Blake pouted, “You are somaking it up to me next time I’m
horny…”
And with that, both partners collapsed into sleep on the floor of the dorm. 
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