ROYAL REWARD: Weiss's Dust Gun (Inanimate TF, Absorption, Futanari, RWBY)

Weiss Schnee slammed her textbook shut with a groan of frustration. “That’s it! I’m done! I just can’t take any more of this!” 

Lying back on her bed, she closed her eyes and groaned in frustration. With classes finished, the other member of Team RWBY had each headed out to spend the evening doing something entertaining, but to her regret she’d made the choice to stay home and study instead. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking. 

Rolling over, she rummaged in her bedside cabinet. She couldn’t keep studying, that was for certain, but she didn’t know what else she could do without the others to amuse her.

Her hand settled on a little case. Frowning, she reached in and pulled it out. What was…? Oh! Now she remembered: it was another one of the experimental products her father had sent for her to test (as happens a lot in canon and not just in fics like this, dear reader). Popping it open, she found herself looking not at the vial of colorful Dust she’d been expecting, but at some kind of strange gun. Beside it were a number of darts, empty, as if expecting her to fill them. 

Throwing, she pulled the gun out and grabbed the instructions nestled beneath it. “Dust Gun?” she read, squinting in confusion. You were supposed to fill these darts with Dust? She plucked one out and, holding it by the needle tip, popped its lid. Sure enough, the dart opened, perfect for her to pour something inside. 

Staring at it, her frown deepened. This wasn’t exactly what she’d been looking for. How was she meant to test an experimental weapon like this anyway? She couldn’t exactly go looking for Grimm to fight on her own. 

Sighing, she went to tuck the gun back into its case. As she did, however, a new thought occurred to her. Maybe she didn’t have to leave the dorm to find something to shoot. Maybe, if she waited long enough, some interesting targets would come all the way to her. 

Chuckling, she placed the dart gun on her bed and rummaged in her cabinet for her personal Dust solutions. Oh yes, she was having ideas already…

***

Night had fallen by the time Ruby finally arrived home. Approaching the dorm at speed, she screeched to a stop and, afraid Weiss might have fallen asleep, opened the door with all the caution of a thief. “Weiss?” she said, peeking through the gap. “Weiss? Are you awake?” 

The lights were off, which seemed to confirm her suspicions. But when she looked at their shared bunk, she couldn’t see Weiss lying on the bottom one. Maybe she’d gone out instead? But then, why had she left the door unlocked? 

Before Ruby could think of an answer, the light snapped on. She spun to face the switch and found herself staring instead at Weiss, a strange device–a gun–in her hand. “W-Weiss?” 

“Hi, Ruby!” said Weiss, pulling the trigger. With a soft phwip, something stung Ruby’s left boob. She gaped to see a little dart, its glass full of sparkling pink Dust, sticking out of her breast. 

Her jaw fell. “W-Weiss?! What did you shoot me with?” 

“Oh, just a little Transformation Dust,” said Weiss. 

Ruby went pale. “Transformation Dust?!” 

“The most common kind of Dust, of course,” said Weiss, nodding her head knowingly.

Even as Weiss’s words rolled through her mind, Ruby found a strange tingling spreading through her flesh as the Dust exerted its effect. Her skin turned pink; she started to sweat. Gasping for breath, she doubled over, a fire in her groin overcoming her brain. “W-Weiss?” 

The heiress simply smirked.

As Ruby struggled to remain on her feet, she looked down and gasped to see a large hole had formed in her dress where the dart had struck. Even now, as she stared in horror, the hole continued to grow, and others, small, appeared all over her outfit, as if it were being eaten by moths even before her eyes. As her bodice came apart, her boobs flopped out into the open. She squeaked and struggled to cover them. Why today, of all days, had she forgotten to wear her bra?

Soon she was completely naked. Hugging her exposed flesh tight, Ruby moaned to see it was shifting too, swelling till her boobs threatened to spill both under and over her arms and also changing color: from pale white to a soft shade of brown, as if she were a human lump of dough in the oven. She moaned as she grew darker and darker.

Her thickness and her color weren’t the only things warping though: even as she struggled to cover herself, she found arms wrenched away from her chest. One slammed between her legs, thrusting its fingers deep into her pussy, while the other returned to her boobs, grabbing one and squeezing it hard. Ruby threw back her head in a wild scream of ecstasy. 

As her skin changed color, its texture twisted too. Ruby moaned as her skin started to crumble, turning harder, grainier, coarser to the touch. She looked like… she looked like…

A terrible pressure slammed into her front and her back simultaneously, flattening her. A second later, another attacked her from all angles, forcing her from human size to something tiny and holdable. 

Finally, her nipples darkened into a pair of chocolate buttons, as her lust-contorted features became nothing more than a silly scribble painted in strawberry sauce. With that, she dropped, and an enormous hand snatched her out of the sky and raised her to an equally gigantic mouth. 

Weiss! Ruby screamed as the heiress’s jaws approached her. Weiss, no! 

*

Holding her slutty little cookie to her mouth, Weiss snorted and opened wide, before biting off a leg with a sharp crack. Even as she chewed and swallowed, shivering at the quality of the taste, Ruby’s lost leg rapidly regrew. Weiss laughed. “Now I can enjoy you all night.” She rubbed the cookie’s chocolate nipples, imagining the pleasure that must be rushing through its head.

As she went in for another bite, however, she heard the creak of the door. 

Tossing Ruby onto the counter, Weiss grabbed her gun and hurried to load another dart.

*

Blake frowned as she crept into the room. Why was it empty? Had she just heard Weiss speaking? 

Closing the door carefully behind her, she made her way to her bunk and dropped her things on Yang’s bed. Maybe Weiss was in the bathroom?

Something stung her in the butt. With a gasp, Blake snapped upright and whirled around just in time to see Weiss lower some kind of dart gun. “Weiss?! What the hell are you doing?” 

“Oh, just looking for a way to rest my legs while I eat,” said the heiress, giving Blake a big smile. 

“R-rest your legs?” Looking over her shoulder, Blake gaped to see a dart of pink Dust sticking out of her ass. “Weiss, what the fuck is this?! Weiss!” 

She charged forward, intending to grab Weiss and interrogate her, but instead she found herself skidding to a stop as her body took up a pose entirely alien to her. Bending her knees, she took a seat in the air, raising her arms as if planting them on a pair of invisible armrests. No matter how hard she fought to move, she couldn’t. “Nn~! W-Weiss! What’s going on?!” 

A bolt of pleasure surged out of her sex and slapped her brain around, knocking her thoughts out of order completely. For several seconds, she simply sat there stunned, barely even noticing her body changing around her. 

Through trembling eyes, she watched as her figure bloated like she’d swallowed a whole buffet, her limbs and chest growing so fat she couldn’t help but squeal as they squished against each other. Instead of growing without end, they came to an abrupt stop, squished into an invisible container: it squeezed her legs together, compacting them into a large cuboid. Her arms it spun into a pair of thick cylinders, slamming her hands flat into her wrists in her process. Her torso it flattened out as well, forcing her head down into her neck and from there down to what had once been her chest. Her boobs, it plumped up, fluffing till they became a massive pair of cushions. 

At the same time as she was changing shape, her skin took on a new texture, turning sleek and black and smooth to the touch, like… she gaped. Like leather. 

As her mouth sealed itself shut, Blake scrambled for one last scream. “Weiss! Weiss, what have you done?! What have you–?!”

Her mouth closed and her face faded into the black expanse of her backrest. With that, the new chair could nothing more than sit there and squirm as Weiss approached her, turned around, and wiggling her backside teasingly. 

Weiss! 

Smack! 

*

Wiggling her ass into Blake’s former boobs, Weiss lay back, sighed in satisfaction, and took another yummy bite of her special Ruby cookie. 

Just as she was about to catch her breath, she heard the door open again. With a smile, Weiss put Ruby down and snatched up her gun. Just one more to complete the collection, and she already knew exactly what to do with them.

*

Kicking open the door, Yang marched into the room with a yawn. “Hey, Weiss,” she cried, seeing her sitting there in the middle of the floor. “Nice chair. Is there a cookie? Mind if I have one–Ow! Hey!” Opening her eyes, Yang looked down and gaped to see a large dart sticking out of her tit. “Ow! What the fuck? You shot me?” 

Leaning back, Weiss spread her legs with a laugh. “I did way more than just shoot you.” 

Turning to her, Yang dropped her eyes to Weiss’s crotch and gaped. “W-Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” 

“Oh, you’ll see,” said Weiss. “You should find out right about… now!” 

A spasm passed through Yang’s form. Gasping, she clutched her gut and stumbled back, moaning, feeling as if she were melting. Her body felt so hot and heady she couldn’t believe it. What was happening to her? 

Sweat pouring from her face, she wiped her brow and struggled to regain control as the heat grew worse with every passing second. No matter how deeply she breathed, it refused to go down. 

Her legs shook–in an instant, all the strength went out of them. With a wild scream, she collapsed to the floor. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore–no, she could feel then, but they were in the wrong place. Looking down, she soon realized why: “I–I’m…” 

“Like the Witch of the West.” 

Yang knelt in a puddle of her own flesh, one growing larger with every second as more and more of her body dissolved into it. Head sinking into her neck and slipping into her rapidly crumbling top, she drew in a deep breath and managed one last cry before she went under. “Weiss!” Everything went dark. 

Several seconds later, she found herself sucked up and out of her clothes and through the air to what could only be the damp lips of Weiss’s pussy. Moaning, she struggled to pull away, but her liquid new form refused to allow her. N-no! 

She slammed to a stop in what felt like a puddle of quicksand, and her molten body rapidly regained its solidity, rising into a tall spire and hardening like cement. Trapped there, unable to move at all, Yang felt a strange sense of pleasure pour through her, making her feel as if her every cell had become erogenous. Wh-what’s–?

A giant hand wrapped around her, and something thick and salty rose in her throat. 

*

Lying there in her chair, Weiss lifted her skirt and looked down at the shaft between her legs with a proud smirk. Tall, thick, rigid, and veined, Yang had surely become a mightier rod than any she’d had the pleasure of using herself. 

Biting a lip, Weiss slipped a hand around it and squeezed, shivering in delight as the first spasms of pleasure rolled up her new cock. 

She sat back and took a bite out of Ruby. Overall, this wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening.