ROYAL REWARD: Neo's New Ass, Part 3 (Absorption, Futanari, RWBY)

Their boots struck the floor with emphatic smacks, like hands striking a big, jiggly ass, as the three of them rushed through the crates and boxes of the warehouse. 

Skidding to a stop, Ruby bit her lip as she searched. The warehouse was a maze of cargo and goods with a thousand turns and secret hiding places. Neo could be anywhere. 

“Ugh!” said Blake. “How the hell are we supposed to find her in here?!” 

Weiss, meanwhile, scanned the room in search of her, herring juice still dripping from her combat skirt. Finally, her gaze snapped to one box in particular. “There!” she cried. “Don’t let her get away!” 

Ruby turned and caught a pair of eyes–one pink, one brown–glinting in the darkness. With a gasp, their owner turned and ran, disappearing back into the labyrinth. Fortunately, the clapping of her asscheeks made it really easy to track her. 

Five minutes and fifteen revolutions of the warehouse later, and the three of them had her cornered in the corner (the most appropriate place to corner someone). Backing up, Neo grit her teeth in frustration as her ass squished into the walls. It really was so inhumanely fat–it was a miracle she still fit through doors.

Blake advanced with a smirk.  “Alright, buster, show’s over. Time to surrender!” 

“Yang!” cried Ruby, “are you okay in there?” 

“Mmmphf!” said Neo’s ass, muffled by both its own cheeks and the walls. 

“I’m sure she’s fine,” said Weiss, folding her arms with as much dignity as it was possible to muster after being dunked in a crate of fish. “You’re going to pay for giving us the run around!” 

“And for turning Yang into your butt!” 

“Yes, and that, I suppose.” 

“Tell us how to turn her back!” cried Ruby. 

Neo remained silent. 

“If you don’t speak up soon,” said Weiss, “things are going to get very unpleasant for you.” 

When Neo still didn’t talk, Blake grabbed her by the collar. “We have ways of making you talk,” she said, staring into her mismatched eyes. 

Neo stared back, expression blank, and said nothing.

“Alright, I’ll fetch the car battery,” said Ruby, turning to go. 

With a sigh, Neo reached into her top, pulled out a marker, and wrote on the wall in large, curly handwriting: ‘I’ll talk.’ 

For a second or two, it was Ruby, Weiss, and Blake who felt mute. 

It wasn’t long before they recovered though. “Alright!” cried Ruby, striding forward. “Write down how to turn her back!” 

“If you don’t start writing soon,” said Weiss, “things are going to get very unpleasant for you.” 

“We have ways of making you, uh, write,” said Blake, slightly less enthused. 

Rolling her eyes, Neo started scribbling. RWB leaned in, squinting and struggling to read. 

“Sorry,” read Ruby, “but it’ll take more than a car battery to make me talk.” 

“If you want to know how to turn her back,” continued Blake, “you’ll have to do something for me first.” 

“Take this Dust,” said Weiss, as Neo rummaged in her top and produced three small vials. “You’ll know what to do once you– Are you crazy?! Why would we take anything you give us? For all we know, this could turn us into butts too! Or something even worse, like Faunus!” 

“Yeah!” said Blake. “Wait–” 

Neo shrugged. “In that case,” she wrote, “I guess Miss Xiao Long will have to stay my butt forever…” 

“Mmm-mmmmmphf!” cried her butt.

Ruby, Weiss, and Blake all shared a look. “Well, what choice do we have?” said Ruby.

“What do you mean, ‘what choice do we have?’?” asked Weiss. “We have lots of choices. We could call the police… Go to Professor Ozpin… Torture her–that’s still an option.” 

“I do like the sound of torture,” said Ruby. Blake nodded in agreement. 

“Taking her Dust would be crazy,” said Weiss, “utterly crazy. Foolhardy in the extreme. You’d have to be a moron to do it.” 

Neo’s pen squawked against the wall. “Chicken.” 

Weiss grabbed her by the collar. “Nobody calls me chicken! Give me that Dust!” Snatching a vial from Neo’s hands, she popped the cork and down it in one. 

“Weiss, are you sure it’s safe?” asked Blake. 

Weiss gave her the finger. 

With a shrug, Ruby and Blake took a vial each and down it as well. The Dust tasted salty on their tongues, salty and viscous, almost refusing to go down, but all three managed to swallow it eventually. 

Stepping back, they looked down at themselves with a frown. “What exactly is this Dust meant to do exactly?” said Blake. 

Weiss felt the effects first. With a sudden gasp, she gasped and covered her crotch, pressing down and wiggling on the spot, as if she really needed the toilet. 

Blake’s eyes went wide. “Oh no. Oh, no. I didn’t sign up for a peeing story. No way–where the fuck is my agent? Get my agent on the line, I don’t–” With a sudden gasp, her hands went to her own crotch. She squeezed. And dropped with a sudden moan.

Ruby was the last to feel the effects. All of a sudden, her clit started to tingle, feeling tighter and tighter with every passing second. She blushed, biting her lip and fanning her head. She just felt so, so… Well, if Yang had asked her to take a turn in the glory hole, she might not have said no. 

It wasn’t until her skirt started to rise that she realized what was happening though. 

With a squeal, Ruby lifted her skirt and squealed to see a fat, twelve inch cock straining to escape her panties. Hard and veined, thick as her arm and almost as long, it came accompanied by a giant pair of balls and, even worse, the unbearable desire to stick it in something tight. 

Nearby, Weiss and Blake struggled to cover their own new members. 

“The deal is very simple,” said Neo, turning to show her ass. “Fuck my butt until I’m satisfied. And when I am, I’ll turn your friend back. Any questions?” Giggling silently, she spread her cheeks, exposing Yang Xiao Lang’s mouth. 

“Oh, thank Dust, I can talk again!” cried Yang. “...Guys? Guys, why are you looking at me like that? W-wait! What are you–?”