ROYAL REWARD: The Collector: Blake (Inanimate TF, RWBY)

A soft tapping, like fingers against glass, penetrated Blake’s sleep and dragged her back to awareness. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her head and moaned. “What is that…? Yang, is that you again?” 

Yang, if it was her, didn’t respond. But after a second, the tapping sound came again. Frowning, Blake turned to the window, but the curtains drawn across it made it impossible to see what, if anything, was causing it. She gave it a few seconds, just to see if it would stop, but to her immense annoyance, the sound remained as annoying as ever. Finally, with a sigh, she dropped out of the bunk to investigate. 

Before she went to the window, she turned back to the lower bunk, intending to check up on her blonde-haired teammate. To her surprise, she found the bed empty, its sheets snatched off and the pillows throw aside, as if Yang had leapt out of bed in hurry. 

She flicked a glance at the door. Maybe Yang had really needed to use the restroom?

Since she couldn’t answer this question, she decided to deal with the other one: rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she made her way to the window, where she grabbed the curtains, wrenched them aside, and peered out into the rain of the night. She had excellent night vision, but so far as she could tell, there was nothing out there, not even the cliché branch striking the window in the wind. With a snort, she tugged the curtains shut and turned to head back to bed, annoyed at her own foolishness. 

She was halfway across the room when she heard them open again. Whirling back, Blake froze as a blast of icy night air struck her. The curtains were drawn and the windows wide open, allowing the wind and the rain to make themselves at home. Rushing back, she grabbed them and went to slam them shut. 

And there, right on cue, she saw what had been making the noise in the first place. 

The thing curled outside the window, slick with the rain pelting it, a fat pink worm, smooth and lascivious. As she stumbled back, a scream stuck in her throat, it squirmed, and a little hole appeared at its tip. In seconds, it had spread into a vast, rubbery maw. 

She had about half a second to react before it struck. Scarcely enough time to raise her hands, let alone make an actual defense of herself. Before she even knew what was happening, the awful thing had wrapped its lips around her head, and everything went dark as it slurped her up like spaghetti. She screamed as she slid through its tight, moist confines. 

For thirty seconds or so, Blake slid upward into the darkness, struggling and squirming, fighting desperately against the cloying rubbery skein surrounding her. Finally, a light appeared ahead of her. She froze, blinking, as the tunnel curled around and flung her out of it. 

Shooting out of the darkness, she landed with a splat and a boing on a strip of what appeared to be bubblegum. Automatically, she attempted to leap to her feet and off it, but the substance stuck to her like flypaper, preventing her from escaping. Snapping back, she struggled against it with a snarl, her eyes snapping around fearfully. Smooth pink walls, slick as the tentacle that had snatched her, surrounded her on all sides. 

“Aw, just look at her squirm, nya. Isn’t she cute, Fabia?” 

Blake’s eyes snapped straight ahead. And to her surprise, she found herself looking at someone very similar to herself, though this one had bright pink hair, a tail, and the largest erection Blake had ever seen on a human being. It strained against her outfit, visibly fighting to escape the spandex. All Blake could do was stare at it. 

“Hello, cutie,” said the Faunus, approaching her. “Are nyou ready to have a little fun, nya?” 

Blake strained, struggling to tear her hands from the belt. “What is this?” she cried, still looking around. “What’s going on?” 

The Faunus simply giggled. “Aw, she doesn’t understand what’s going on, nya. Isn’t it adorable?” 

“Yes, Mistress,” said the strangely robotic-looking woman at her side. Between her ridiculous curves and expressionless face, Blake didn’t know what to make of her. What the hell was happening?!

“Anyway, should we cut to the chase?” asked the Faunus. She giggled. “Fabia, if nyou’d kindly bring in my new doll?” 

“Yes, Mistress.” Turning, ‘Fabia’ made her way out of the room. Meanwhile, the Faunus leaned in close and gave Blake an evil expression. “The two of us are going to have so much fun together.” She licked her lips; her crotch throbbed; Blake could only shiver. 

Soon enough, the Fabia woman returned, baring in her hands something large and lewd. Planting it on the floor before Blake, she stepped back. The Faunus giggled, but said nothing, as if waiting for Blake to react.

It took Blake several seconds to realize why. Squinting, she studied the object with a frown, struggling to make sense of it. It looked like one of those awful toys used by single men who couldn’t find a partner the conventional way, but it was absurd proportioned even for one of those, with boobs twice the size of its head and buttcheeks to match. And its lips… Urgh. If they were trying to disgust her, they’d succeeded. 

It wasn’t until she studied the doll’s eyes that she realized quite how terrible it was, however. Its deep purple eyes, exactly the same shade as Yang’s.

No. It wasn’t possible; it couldn’t be. It must… it must just be an image made in her likeness. 

Only… Yang’s empty bed, and the signs she’d been torn out of it. Her heart started to thud; her palms started to sweat; her ears fell flat against her head. “Wh-what have you done with her?!” 

The Faunus smirked. “What do nyou mean, nya? She’s right in front of nyou.” She stuck out her tongue. 

“Th-that– That can’t be her…” Despite her best efforts to stay calm, Blake found herself shaking. “It’s not–” 

“It’s not?” said the Faunus, cocking her head. “Oh, well, okay. In that case, nyou won’t mind if I do this then, will nyou, nya?” And before Blake could respond, the Faunus tore open the spandex covering her crotch and allowed her ridiculous cock to flop out into the world, already hard. Grabbing the Yang-doll by the waist, she brought it down on her shaft with a squeak of flesh against plastic, biting her lip as she wiggled her cock as deep into Yang’s sex as it would go. Shivering, she tightened her grip, raised Yang high, and flung her down with a resounding squeak. And then she did it again. And again. And–

Tears formed in Blake’s eyes. “St-stop!” she cried. “Stop it!” 

Finally, the Faunus did stop, though not in the way Blake would have liked. Pausing, she gave one last intense grunt and screwed up her eyes and shook. And semen, thick, spewed out of Yang’s hole. Blake could only stare in despair as it dripped on the floor.

Giggling, the Faunus pulsed out and shook herself off, spraying thick blobs of cum all over. “Nyah, that felt good, nya. Nyow, are nyou ready for nyour turn?”  

It took Blake a moment to realize the Faunus was talking to her. “M-my turn?” 

“That’s right, nya? Don’t nyou want to fuck her too?” She snapped her fingers.

Before Blake could answer this ridiculous question, the robotic woman lurched forward and stabbed something into her arm. Blake squealed as the shining pink fluid shot through her veins, making them glimmer for an instant before it disappeared. “Wh-what have you–Oooo…” Her eyes rolled back. A sudden lethargy came over her. Her sex ignited like a dry bush in wildfire season. 

Mewling, she struggled to tear free of the belt and throw herself at Yang. 

The Faunus giggled. “Here, let me help nyou with that, nya.” Plucking a thin wand from her cleavage, she aimed it at Blake, and lifted her into the air with a brief flash of light. Depositing her on the ground besides Yang, she watched with a smirk as Blake threw herself at her, grabbing the doll’s giant breasts and burying her tongue in its plastic mouth. 

Smirking, the Faunus handed something to her. It looked as a lot like a dildo, but curled into a U-shape and with a tip at both ends. “Have fun,” she said, her grin sharp enough to slice off her head. 

Blake snatched it without a word, her heart pounding, her face red, and forced one end into her pussy before she even understood what she was doing. She screamed as it slipped inside her, stretching the walls of her sex around it. Searing pleasure, red-hot and intense, roared through her form. 

Clenching tight, she scrambled for the Yang doll, which the Faunus was all too happy to hand to her. Digging her fingers deep into its inflatable plastic body, she lifted it into the air and, breathing hard, paused for a second, as the implications of what she was about to do warred with her desire. 

Only for a moment. A second later, her libido crashed through her objections, and with a wild moan of lust, she slammed her crush straight onto her dildo, driving its other end deep into her moistened cunt. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, she squeezed Yang tight and raised her and dropped her, raised her and dropped her, pumping her as it were a real shaft she possessed. 

In her lust, she never noticed the Faunus taking aim at her. Zap! 

Lightning, pink lightning, bright and bubbly as the walls and the floor, washed over her form and left her squealing in pleasure. Throwing back her head, she moaned at the ceiling, clenching the double-dildo tighter than ever.

As her eyes rolled back, her mouth dropped, tongue lolling out in lust, and just like that her face froze, trapped in its lust. For a second she simply sat that way, Yang still mounted on her false cock, as a wave of sparkles washed over her figure, turning her skin a deep purple, bordering on black. Her fingers, wrapped tight around Yang’s waist, shriveled and collapsed into her rapidly crumpling arms, while her legs rolled up and disappeared into her thighs. She and Yang dropped, striking the floor with a squeak–this time, it was Blake who ended up on top. 

Once her limbs had finished melting away, it was the rest of her body’s turn to shrink. Moaning, still red-hot with pleasure, she could only scream in her head as she collapsed in on herself, compacted into a tiny effigy barely a tenth of her former size. Certain parts of her retained more of their mass than others, however: her boobs and her buttcheeks especially remained absurdly generous. 

The smaller she became, the larger the double-dildo felt inside her. By the time she stopped shrinking, Blake felt fuller than she ever felt in her life. It penetrated her from pussy to head, threatening to pop out of her mouth. She felt the strain all throughout, as if she’d tear at any second. 

Plucking her from the dildo with a smirk, the Faunus held her up and studied her in amusement. “Purrfect,” she said. “Nyou look even cuter nyow, nya.” With her free hand, she grabbed her cock. Blake moaned inside as she guided it towards her. 

Nnn~! Nnn~! Oh God, is this really happening? She–she’s not really going to put that thing inside me, is she? As much as it terrified her, another part of her felt a terrible kind of satisfaction. She and Yang were just sextoys now. Sextoys, and nothing more. It was horrible, and yet it just felt so good. She couldn’t help but wish that Weiss and Ruby would get to experience it too…

The Faunus’s cock slammed into her with a schlup, stretching Blake’s mind out of shape entirely.