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

With a sigh of relief, Weiss pushed herself off the toilet, pausing for an instant to pull up her panties before she dropped the lid and flushed.

As she washed her hands, she studied her reflection, resisting the urge to groan at how messy it looked. Bedhair was the worst. But at least no one had to see her like this. 

After a few futile attempts to comb the worst of the knots out of her locks, she yawned and made her way out of the bathroom, rubbing her eyes as she stepped into the dorm. She really needed to stop drinking before bed. All that wine was ruining her sleep schedule. 

As she reentered the dorm room proper, however, a blast of cold air slapped her across the face. Squealing, she flinched back and hugged herself as it rustled the skirt of her négligée. “Who left the window open?” Her only answer was the sound of Ruby snoring. 

Huffing, Weiss marched over to the window and made to slam it shut. As she grasped the handle, however, something occurred to her:

Where were Blake and Yang? In the darkness, she squinted at their bunk, trying to make out their slumbering forms, but their beds looked as empty as her own. Where were they? 

Her eyes snapped from the beds to the window and back again. Her brow furrowed in thought. Frowning, she poked her head out and took a look down, wincing as the rain caught her face. They wouldn’t have climbed out, could they? No, that was ridiculous. They weren’t that horny for each other.

Backing away, she closed the window and decided to leave the mystery till the morning. It was almost midnight, and she needed her beauty sleep.

As she grasped the cover, the hinges of the window squeaked at the edge of her hearing. Heart thudding, she snapped around and found the window open, curtains blowing in the breeze as the cool night air rushed through it again. Had she not closed it correctly? No, she had to have done–she distinctly remembered doing it. So what was going on here? 

After a moment of thought, Weiss fumbled under her bed for Myrtenaster. Grasping its hilt firmly, she aimed the tip at the open window and strode forward, ready to attack the instant anything threatened her. 

As it happened, she made it all the way to the window without incident. Poking her head out, she looked around, but once again she saw nothing but clouds and rain and the walls of the dormitory. 

Frowning, she pulled her head back in. “Clearly I didn’t close it properly.” She reached for the handle. 

The thing struck her before she could even reach it, slamming through the open window and straight into her chest. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she had a chance, the thing coiled around her waist and slammed its tip into her face, all but smothering her. When her cry finally emerged, it did so as a muffled groan. 

She fought to escape, pounding against it, but her efforts were useless. Slowly, it dragged her out of the room into the night and from there: up. Up, into the mouth waiting in the clouds. 

*

Weiss landed with a thump on something soft and sticky. Heart pounding, her skin drenched with sweat, she snapped upright and looked around–where was she? Smooth pink plastic surrounded her on all sides, slick and sculpted in strangely biological patterns. Beneath her lay what appeared to be a conveyor belt, pink as everything else and sticky as gum. When she tried to pull away, she found she couldn’t. “What in the…?” 

Ahead, at the end of the belt, a large box–no, a giant, plasticky machine–with two doors visibly waiting to receive her. Instinctively, she shivered. “Where am I?” she whispered. 

“Hello! Nyou’re on my saucer, nya!” 

Weiss screamed. All of a sudden, there was a woman standing next to her. A Faunus, with furry ears and a long cat’s tail and–

Weiss froze, her eyes boggling in their sockets. 

–And… And the bulge of a giant cock straining against the crotch of her spandex leotard. Weiss whimpered. 

“I’m so glad to see nyou,” said the Faunus, grabbing her hand and shaking it. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper princess on board, nya. I’m Shushuka, by the way. And this is my maid, Fabia.” She gestured at the robotic-looking woman standing beside her. “She’s a robot, nya.” 

Weiss simply stared at her. 

“Nyow,” continued Shushuka, scratching her chin with one hand and her bulge with the other. “Nyow that I’ve got nyou here, the question is: what should I do with nyou, nya? See, I turned the other two into sextoys, but should I do the same for nyou, or should I do something different…?” 

“Th-the others?” said Weiss, eyes growing wider and wider. “Wh-who are you talking about? What do you mean? What exactly did you do to them?” 

“Oh! Nyou know, Blake and Yang,” said Shushuka. “I turned Yang into a sexdoll and Blake into an onahole, nya.” 

Weiss found herself trembling. She struggled to keep herself composed. “What do you mean?!” 

Shushuka cocked her head, as if she couldn’t understand Weiss’s confusion. “I turned them into fucktoys, nya. It’s nyot complex.” 

Her tone took Weiss’s terror and transmuted it straight into anger. “What are you talking about?!” she demanded, struggling against the belt to pull herself up to her full height. “You're going to tell me exactly what’s going on this instant, or I am going to–!”

Shushuka’s fingers slipped through her lips, threatening to choke her. Weiss spluttered.

“Ooo,” said the Faunus, “nyou have a nyice mouth, nya. Fufufufu. That gives me an idea.” 

Plucking her fingers from Weiss’s mouth, she approached the side of the strange box, and tapped away at a keyboard on it. Finally, she turned back to Weiss. “Have fun in there, nya. I can’t wait to see how nyou look once nyou come out~.” 

She gave Weiss a last pat on the head, and with a snap of her fingers–

Weiss squealed as the belt beneath her jerked, throwing her straight into the maw of the machine.

The doors slammed shut with a click, leaving her trapped in the darkness. Heart thudding painfully fast now, she sucked in a gulp of air and struggled to pull herself free of the conveyor, but it remained glued to her knees, refusing to release her. 

From somewhere in the depths came a subtle noise, like a cat purring in the distance. With every second, it became louder and louder, till soon it was all but deafening. Clasping her ears, Weiss moaned as the darkness dissolved, punctured by a hundred tiny pink stars in a whirling constellation. She screamed again.

The light struck her a second later, pricking her body with a thousand luminous needles and leaving her writhing as their sensation seared her skin. Ripped from the belt, she shot into the air and floated there, struggling to breathe as the lights whirling and danced around her, wrapping her in a luminous cocoon. She squirmed, but she didn’t have the strength to escape it. 

Glistening, her négligée rolled from her body in a rain of liquid cloth, followed shortly by her bra and her panties. Flowing down her legs, they poured into a puddle at her feet and floated there, bubbling. She tried to cover herself, but her arms and her legs refused to obey her. The former crashed into her sides and the latter slammed together, while her head jerked back as if she were trying to see something above. As it was, all she could find were the lights sparkling on the ceiling. 

Flashing, they struck her again, making her entire body tremble and tingle furiously. As she moaned, unable to bear the feeling, a terrible pressure attacked her from all over, threatening to crush her into a clump of unrecognizable flesh. Instead, she found herself changing, her arms sinking into her sides as if she were made of clay, while her legs fused into a single fleshy pillar. Her head sank into her neck, while her chest became flatter than ever. To her horror, she found herself rounded too, being slowly spun into a nice, smooth cylinder. Seizing what strength she had left, she screamed even louder.

Second by second, the pressure grew more intense, till at last her pliable new body could no longer take it. With a schlup, she compacted, crushed, her entire form reduced to a little cylinder, no larger than a flashlight. Her vision went black as her head crumpled in on itself, leaving only her mouth out in the open, screaming desperately. Soon, even that became impossible. 

Flowing upward, the bubbling morass of her clothes coiled around her and coated her, hardening in a nice sky-blue casing, tight and slick as any other plastic. She tried to fight, to escape it, but it clung to her, restraining her, and soon enough it became impossible to move at all. All she could do was whimper, and soon even that option was taken from her.

Finally, the lights snapped off. Weiss Schnee dropped. Striking the conveyor belt with a squeak, she lay there silent and inanimate as the far doors of the machine opened and hauled her back out into the open. Fabia, the robot, stood waiting for her, and no sooner had Weiss emerged than she snatched her up and handed her to her master. 

Shushuka giggled as she sized her up. “Mmm, nyou came out great, Weiss! Just look at nyou! Nyou make an excellent fleshlight!” 

In her mind, Weiss Schnee trembled in utter terror. F-f-fleshlight? Wh-what do you–?

“Mmm~, just look at those plump lips of nyours,” said Shushuka, stroking them with a finger. “I can’t wait to try them, nya. Fufufufu.” 

As Weiss watched in horror, the Faunus ripped open the latex of her leotard, allowing the virile member tucked inside it to spring out into the open. Twelve inches long, thick as a can, and threaded with veins, it throbbed menacingly in Weiss’s sight as Shushuka guided her open lips towards it.

For a second, Weiss was too stunned to react. N-no. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. I’m a huntress, not a sex toy! I’m a huntress! I’m a–! 

Shushuka’s cock crashed into her mouth like a fist, forcing its way through her lips and stretching them wide around it. Penetrated from one end to the other, Weiss screamed inside as a hot knife of pleasure sliced through her. Nnnn~! Oh Dust! Oh Dust! Oh Dust! Oh Dust! She could feel every inch of Shushuka’s monstrous penis as it filled her, from its throbbing veins to its giant, leaking tip. Nnnn~! Stoooop! Take it out! Take it out! Take it ooooout! 

Shushuka pulled back, and for an instant, Weiss thought she was going to obey her. Instead, she tightened her grip on Weiss’s case, and with a thin chuckle, thrust again, even harder than the first time. Weiss screamed as her shaft slammed through her, stretching her wide around it and striking her with pang after irresistible pang of pleasure. Feebly, she moaned, half in lust and half in terror. 

Chuckling to herself, Shushuka thrust and thrust and thrust, over and over, each strike a little harder than the previous, till soon Weiss could only whimper in delight, her mind shaken apart like an overworked machine, until at last–

With one final, almighty thrust, Shushuka slammed her shaft deep into Weiss’s mouth and came with the power of a fire hose. Semen filled Weiss in an instant, filled her and blew back to spew out of her lips and drip to the floor in thick globs. 

Extracting her with a schlup, Shushuka held her up, allowing the cum to ooze slowly out of her. “Mmm, she was pretty good, nya. Have her cleaned out and put with the other two.” She tossed Weiss to Fabia. 

As the robot maid carried her off, Weiss shuddered, struggling to think of anything but the lifetime of cock that awaited her.