ROYAL REWARD: The Collector: Ruby (Sextoy TF, RWBY)

A persistent smacking, like a boot striking a hardwood floor, snapped Ruby out of her slumber. 

Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her eyes and blinked and groaned. Ugh… What had woken her…? She’d been having such a good dream too. ‘More cookies, Miss Schnee?~’ Urgh…

The dorm room, pitch black, yawned before her like an unexplored cave, sending tiny tremors through her body as she squinted into the darkness. She couldn’t see much, but after a moment her gaze slid to the one source of light there was: the shattered moon, its silver light spilling through the open window. 

…Open window? 

Dropping down from her bunkbed, Ruby crept across the room, her heels sinking into the carpet. The window swung back and forth on its hinges, slamming its frame into the walls, while the curtains flapped in the breeze like an aeronaut’s scarf. Closing it, she twisted the handle to make sure it was firmly locked and turned back, hands on her hips, to fix her slumbering teammates with a glare. Alright, she thought, which one of you left the window open? Was it you, Blake? Yang? Weiss? …Weiss? 

To her surprise, she found the bottom bunk empty, covers bared as if Weiss had left them in a hurry. Had she gone out for a midnight snack? The little girl’s room? Something… more romantic? 

Just as Ruby was about to start biting her lip and blushing, she turned and found Yang’s bunk was empty as well. As, on closer inspection, was Blake’s…

A strange feeling, one she didn’t fully comprehend, settled in her gut. What was going on…? The three of them wouldn’t go out on their own and leave her, would they? She knew she was the youngest member of the team, but that didn’t mean they were doing secret things without her …did it? No, there was no way! What could they even be doing? D-drugs? G-gambling? Pr-pre-marital hanky-panky?!

She shook the possibilities out of her head. No, there was no way! It had to be a coincidence. Maybe Blake and Yang had snuck off together and Weiss had just happened to go to the toilet at the same time. Of course, if that were the case, she just had to wait a little, and Weiss should show up in no time, shouldn’t she…? 

Five minutes later, she found herself doubting this theory. Either Weiss had eaten something that really disagreed with her, or she’d never gone to the toilet in the first place. In which case… where had she gone? 

The window slammed against the frame with a crash, rattling the glass, and making Ruby leap halfway to the ceiling. “Wh-what’s going on?! I thought I locked you!” 

She hurried over, ignoring the furious thudding of her heart. Whatever was going on, she was sure it was nothing to be concerned about. She was just spooking herself, that was all. Everything was fine. 

Something glinted outside, in the darkness.

Ruby paused for a second, biting her lip and looking left and right. Finally, she took a deep breath and poked her head out to look. The wind lashed at her hair, whipping wildly, and the rain splashed her face, forming false tears. And the light…

It shone above, bright pink and mesmerizing. As she stared into its depths, she found herself transfixed, her silver eyes reflecting it. So transfixed that she didn’t notice the tentacle creeping towards her until it was almost on her. 

“H-hey!” Ruby leapt back with a squeal as it flew through the window, a fat pink worm, plasticky to the touch and poised to coil around her. She thought she’d avoided it, but no sooner had it entered the dorm that its tip split and unfolded, blossoming into the enormous maw of a long, dark tunnel. 

She had an instant to ‘eep’ before its suction snatched her up.

***

The dark of the tunnel soon gave way to light, and with a scream, Ruby flew back into the open. Just as she was about to activate her Semblance, she slammed into something soft–like a trampoline, it bent to absorb the impact, but instead of flinging her back into the air, it clung to her like gum, refusing to release her. When she tried to pull free, it remained gummed to her hands, cloying as an overbearing mother. “Wh-what’s going on…?!” 

Looking around in search of the answer, she found herself kneeling on a conveyor belt in the strangest factory she’d ever seen. Not only was the conveyor made of gum, but the machines and the floor and the walls and the ceiling all appeared to be made of the same pink plasticky stuff. 

And there was a catgirl standing next to her. 

Ruby jerked aside with a squeal of surprise. Where had she…? 

“Hi, nya!” cried the Faunus, pressing her face so close to Ruby’s they were almost kissing. “It’s so good to finally meet nyou, nya! I can’t tell nyou how great it feels to finally complete a set like this…!” 

“C-complete a set…? What are–?” The catgirl wore a tight latex leotard that clung tightly to her figure, and now Ruby’s eyes dropped to her groin, where the material cupped something large and distinctly out of place. Very large. “I-I-I-Is that…?!” 

The catgirl looked down. “Huh? Oh, nyeah, that’s my penis, nya. Anyway, hi again! I’m Shushuka, nya! Nyow, what would nyou like to be? I’ve made a fleshlight, an onahole, and–Oh! I guess I should make nyou a doll like nyour sister, right?” 

“M-my sister?” Ruby jerked against the belt, tears forming in her eyes. With every second, she felt a little less in control. “Wh-what are you talking about? Where’s Yang?! What have you done to her?!” 

“Made her a doll, nya,” said Shushuka, cocking her head as if this was self-evident. “A sexdoll. So I could screw her. Nyou know…?” She made a thrusting motion.

Ruby could only stare at her, too stunned. “I-I don’t know what…?” 

“Anyway,” said Shushuka, ignoring her confusion. “Another doll sounds good to me. I think I’ll go with something slightly higher quality this time though, nya.” 

“Wh-what are you–?!” 

Shushuka smirked. “Nyou’ll see… Fabia!” 

To her right, a robotic-looking woman in a maid outfit pulled a lever, and with a whine from the belt, Ruby found herself flung forward, straight into the jaws of the machine looming before her. “N-no!” 

The doors slammed shut, thrusting her into the darkness. 

Kneeling there on the belt, unable even to pull her hands free, Ruby could only quiver in terror. “Let me out!” she called. “Let me out!” What were they going to do to her?!

With a soft sound, almost like a cat’s purring, the machinery rumbled into life, tiny pink lights appearing on the ceiling and walls around her, like stars in the night sky. An instant later, they began to turn. Ruby had only a second to process what this meant for her before they struck. 

Thousands of tiny pink beams, needle-like, stabbed her from every angle, igniting a tingling that swept through her form and left her writhing on the belt. Throwing back her head, she screamed as her body warred with itself, every sinew and nerve fighting to tear free. The worst was in her sex, which ignited like a pile of dry tinder and left her screaming all over again.

With a schlorp like a peeled sticker, the belt released her. Ruby’s body moved on its own, flinging itself into the air and hovering there for an instant before slammed her onto her butt. Her limbs flew wide, arms spread to hug, legs spread to do something she didn’t even care to speculate about. “St-stop! Let me–Nnn~!” No matter how hard she fought it, the terrible pleasure continued to flow through her.

In a flash, her PJs ignited and disintegrated, leaving her naked body exposed to all the hungry eyes of the world. Slick with sweat and other, less wholesome fluids, she could only whimper as the beams roamed over her skin: where they touched her, the tingling intensified a hundredfold, tickling and teasing her till she could barely hold a thought. At the same time, her muscle and bone seemed to stiffen, as if petrified. She found it harder to move with every passing second. 

The beams flickered and danced, sweeping her all over, and as they reached her head, Ruby’s protests finally settled into silence. Soon, she could do little more than sit there and stare ahead and whimper, trapped in a body that was quickly becoming a prison. Her flesh burned, red-hot with lust, and no matter how much she wanted to sate it, she had no choice but to endure. 

Creaking like overpumped balloons, her breasts pulsed and inflated, blown into a pair of enormous sacks that jiggled on her chest before settling into firmness. She rose, lifted from the belt, as her buttcheeks copied them, thickening with her thighs till she had a perfect hourglass figure. They weren’t the only parts of her the machine wanted to enlarge either: as one, the beams snapped to her sex, which burned hotter than ever as her labia thickened till they were as plump and inviting as humanely possible. She screamed inside, losing herself to the delight of it.

Finally, the beams turned to her face, and with one last whimper of terror, it turned to a mask as solid as the rest of her, glass eyes locked ahead, plastic lips spread and ready to receive something large. She tried to close them, but she was frozen.

With a schunk, the far doors flew open and threw her out into the light again. 

She’d barely exited the machine than Shushuka grabbed her. Ripping her inanimate body from the belt, she hugged her and squeezed her, giggling to herself as she spun across the room. “I did it! I collected the whole team, nya!” 

In her arms, Ruby wanted to scream. Even a hug felt so intensely erotic. She couldn’t bear it. 

Coming to a stop, Shushuka held her at arm’s length. “Nyou’re going to look so good sitting in a case nyext to my Weiss fleshlight, nya. Fufufu. But first, I think I should see just how good a sexdoll nyou are~.” She licked her lips. 

Ruby would have flinched if she were still capable of movement. Wh-what are you–?! 

Holding her by the waist, Shushuka raised her high, crotch poised over her own bulging groin. And with a sound of tearing latex, her monster of a sex tore its way out of her outfit, springing into the open, long and hard and throbbing and erect, a giant rod already oozing with anticipation. Thick, sticky anticipation.

If Ruby could have screamed, she would have deafened herself. N-no! No! Please, you can’t–! You can’t! You–! 

With a thin grin of amusement, Shushuka slammed her onto her cock. 

As the catgirl’s penis crashed deep into her sex, stretching the plasticized walls of her pussy tight around its girth, Ruby felt as if something similarly large had been crashed into her brain, splattering her gray matter across the nearest wall. Her mind exploded: her thoughts flew, burning, from their places. Her sense of self wobbled and collapsed, and in the wasteland of her mind, only a single concept dominated: the awful, apocalyptic pleasure of a sexdoll being fucked. 

In her head, Ruby screamed and screamed and screamed. 

Extracting her pulsing member, Shushuka slammed into her again and again and again and again, each intense impact sending a fresh shockwave that rolled through Ruby’s altered body and left her fat new boobs and buttcheeks jiggling. Each time, she screamed a little louder, losing herself a little more to the lust. It didn’t take long before Shushuka’s cock was the only thing she could think about. 

Finally, Shushuka gave one last, emphatic thrust, as if to prove a point, and with a grunt and giggle, emptied her balls in her new toy. Pulling out, she cast the doll over to Fabia. “Nyot bad, nya. Put her with the others. And make sure they’re in the proper order. That’s R-W-B-Y, got it, nya?” 

“Yes, Mistress,” said Fabia, turning and marching away. 

In her hands, Ruby could only plead for someone to help her.