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Pyrrha's Plot 6 - Velvet and Coco
🕑 Added 2022-01-26 18:02:00 +0000 UTCAnd this week's second story, another return to Pyrrha's Plot!
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The spiral was spinning. A pretty white swirl on a black background – or perhaps a black one on a white background. She didn’t know. She’d long lost the capacity for determining things like that. The spiral was spinning, and her mind was stopped. Her thoughts had dripped into oblivion.
“That’s a good girl. Going right under like that… I knew you were destined for this~”
The voice still rang in her head – familiar and safe. They guided her empty brain – took the place of her sucked out thoughts. She was destined for this~
“Now, listen closely. Let my words sink into that hollow head of yours, right down to your very core. Listen, and obey. Let them rewrite your very foundation.”
The words echoed through her mind, sinking right down into her deepest levels. There was nothing to stop them, and only a wonderful, tingly pleasure as they spread the doors to her soul open, her innermost self defenceless and unresisting to their delightful tune.
“You, Ruby Rose, are a Maid. You live to serve, obey, and submit to the whims of others. You desire nothing else. You don’t know how to fight. You’ve never even heard of Hunters. You’re just a simple, soft, obedient Maid.”
And as those words continued to soak into her, that innermost self began to change. Standing stiffly, a blank smile on her face, the entranced inner image of Ruby Rose was clad in her trademark red outfit, bodice, cloak and scythe all. But now those things were vanishing, swirling away in a blur of black and white – her Huntress uniform losing all trace of colour as it turned into a traditional black dress and white apron, a frilly lace tiara appearing on her head to complete the look. A Huntress? She had no idea what one of those was – she was a Maid, through and through.
But the voice wasn’t done.
“A Maid doesn’t need to think, only obey. A Maid doesn’t need to know, only serve. A Maid doesn’t need thoughts, only to submit. Take all those thoughts, all that knowledge, all that will and all that mind – and shove it down into your curves. A good Maid should have a nice sexy body after all~”
Naturally, the Maid obeyed. Without a single thought of resistance or complaint, she started shoving everything unnecessary in her brain down, down, down, into her chest and ass. She didn’t stop to wonder how such a thing might be possible for even an instant – the voice had given an order, and thus she must serve. Her mind had to go.
And go it did. Before long, her mental image of herself was changing once more – her chest and hips swiftly swelling up as they drank her brain down. Larger and larger they grew, her breasts soon standing proud and bouncy, her ass round and thick, until her boobs were about the size of her head and her butt formed a juicy looking heart shape. For an instant, she felt a small flush of pride at finally being bigger than her sister – before that thought too was swallowed down into her curves.
Her maid outfit grew with her – mental clothing fortunately having a much easier time keeping up with a bimbo’s breasts than real clothing did – forming a nice, deep canyon of cleavage, lined by frilly white lace, to complete her look. Her skirt, by contrast, only seemed to shrink, until only a small, frilly line of lace was left around her hips, to protect the modesty she no longer had.
But of course, her bra-busting fortune had come with a price. While her boobs were certainly greater than ever before, her brain… not so much – a fact that was all too visible from her mental self’s now quite thoroughly stupid expression. Her blank smile had widened into a bright, dumb grin, drool already dripping down from the side of her mouth, and her fully spiralling eyes were crossed and dim.
“There.” The voice sounded pleased. “What a good Maid you make.” Gentle fingers had stroked her hair and squeezed her heavy chest, though all she’d seen and thought had been the spiral. “Now, while I go and deal with one last pest, I have a few instructions for you…”
It had been some time since then, but the memories still played out inside her empty head – if only because there was nothing else in there to play. Now, though…
“I’m impressed.” An unfamiliar voice was speaking. This one was soft, sensual… almost seductive. Not that the Maid noticed. The words simply went in one ear, and out the other. They weren’t orders, after all. “And that’s not something I say often. You’ve only been working for a few hours, but already you’ve produced such…” A hand reached in and pinched one of Ruby’s pointed nipples through her tight black top, drawing a heady moan from her lips. “… delightful results.”
“I live to serve, Mistress.” If Ruby had still been able to think for herself, she might have recognised the proud voice as Pyrrha. She couldn’t, though, so instead she just smiled, drooled a little, and continued to watch the black and white swirl twirling before her equally black and white eyes.
“Is the spiral still necessary to control her?”
“Oh, no, Mistress. Her brains are in her tits now – there’s no way she’ll ever think again. But she looks so sweet staring mindlessly into my shield, don’t you think?”
Cinder Fall chuckled, shaking her head as she finally stepped away from the maidified Huntress. “I suppose so. You’ve certainly earned the right to play with them for now. You’ve managed to amass quite a collection, I see.”
Indeed, looking around the dorm room, one could see that the corrupted champion had been hard at work reducing her former friends minds to mush. Ruby was just the latest, stood beside the door in her brainless, busty glory, her tight maid outfit struggling to hold her in. She held a silver tray in her hands with a fresh pot of coffee waiting on it, along with a few mugs just in case anyone desired some refreshment, as a good maid should. Her eyes were constant swirling spirals, not trace of silver to be seen.
Beside her, standing slightly slumped in front of a full length mirror, was Weiss Schnee. She was still dressed in her tight cheerleader uniform – a white top that just about covered her chest and nothing else, emblazoned with a red P between her breasts, and a very short red skirt, blue pop-poms still held loosely in her hands. Normally, of course, she would have been bouncing around and practicing her cheers, but Pyrrha had rather wisely decided that Mistress Cinder probably wouldn’t appreciate that kind of behaviour. Thus, she’d parked the bimbo cheerleader in front of a mirror and let nature take its course. It hadn’t taken long for the once witty and caustic Schnee to entrance her own now thoroughly empty brain and end up slouched over, eyes spiralling and her slack jaw drooling onto her top.
Beside her, sitting on one of the dorm’s many beds, a girl named Rin was busy playing with herself, her sleepy, dim smile wide as one dainty hand slid in and out between her spread legs. Once a quiet man of few words but devastating actions, now she was nothing more than a very busty breeder, content to laze and pleasure herself while waiting to be used – and to fill time until then, she was still swinging a golden pendant in front of her heavy lidded, letting its soft, sweet swing soothe her tiny mind into oblivion.
Her twin, Nora, wasn’t far away. But though she was an equally busty and equally brainless breeder, she had been distracted from her own self pleasure. No, in fact she had found herself teaming up with a curious curvaceous cow – the former Yang, her udders still dripping from her latest milking session – to investigate the newest attraction in the bimbo menagerie. A black haired catgirl with swirling eyes, massive curves, and a happy smile…
Of course, compared to the other bimbos in the room, Blake was a special case. Her brain had been permanently entranced – she was entirely mindless, and had no hope of ever being anything else. Her eyes were swirls of solid colour, gazing emptily at nothing, the empty headed catgirl no more aware of the world around her than she was capable of high tier math. She just existed in a happy, mindless trance, as every inch of her bimbo body showed.
But while she was passive, and completely brainless, she was still dangerous in some ways – particularly to the weak minded. A fact that couldn’t have been made any more obvious than by the two bimbos currently staring at her, their own eyes starting to reflect the swirling colours in hers as their small brains were slowly sucked down in the bimbo cat’s wake. Soon, all three of the formerly powerful Huntresses were openly drooling, the blonde and orange haired girls intelligence steadily draining out of their heads…
“And in such a short time…” Cinder smirked as she took in the view. Yes, seeing Ozpin’s proud Hunters, the best students the old wizard had managed to train, reduced to this? Oh, this was very, very satisfying. There was only one sour note in the medley to ruin it…
Her expression turned severe. “And during the same amount of time, it seems that my other assistant has done her very best to ruin all of the progress we’ve been making!” She snapped, her burning gaze focusing on Emerald, who flinched back. The green haired thief had been quietly standing by the results of her handiwork, seemingly praying to be forgotten about. “Explain yourself.”
“I… I just thought…” But before the thief could even stammer out an excuse, she was cut off again.
“You thought you would defy my orders to remain hidden and risk exposure to capture… this.” Cinder waved her hand at the second catgirl in the room – one who had previously gone by the name Kali Belladonna, though judging by the swirling eyes and stupid smile, her brains were far too mushed to actually remember that. “And while you were doing so, the other simple minded faunus that you assured me you had under control managed to escape, yes?”
Emerald couldn’t meet the other woman’s eyes, flinching again as she looked away in silence.
“We’ll discuss your lapse later,” Cinder muttered – before turning back to Pyrrha. “First, we need to stop this problem from getting any worse. The rabbit girl – whatever her name was – cannot be allowed to tell Ozpin about me, or what we’re doing. You must hunt her down and recapture her by any means necessary. Am I clear?”
“Of course, Mistress!” So Velvet had escaped, had she? Pyrrha nodded as she thought. It seemed that Emerald’s method of mind control couldn’t be relied on over long term. Fortunately none of the other girls had been brainwashed that way – they should all be fine. And once Pyrrha caught up with Velvet, the problem would be taken care of. She already had a good idea of where the bunny girl would head – she’d gotten to know the faunus quite well over their years of study at Beacon, after all.
“Good.” Cinder nodded, and then looked around the room one last time. Yang and Nora were starting to look just as brainless as Blake. Weiss was slumped against the mirror, staring into her own spiralling eyes, breasts flat against the glass. And Ruby, while still stood perfectly at attention, her silver tray not wobbling in the least, was starting to form a small waterfall of drool from her chest, and her soaked panties were slowly sliding their way down her exposed legs. The air was thick with arousal and quiet moans.
“We don’t need them getting any more brainless,” she sighed, before snapping her fingers. “Sleep!”
The effect of her command was immediate. As one, the girls eyes closed, heads falling forward to rest on chests and soft snores filling the room. Only Ruby remained upright, her tray held steady even as she too dropped into a light snooze. After all, a universal command had been given, and all of the girls under Cinder’s control couldn’t help but obey.
But as they turned to leave, neither she, nor a humiliated Emerald, noticed Pyrrha’s own eyes fluttering, drool dripping from her lips as her head bowed for a moment as if to slumber… Only for her to shake it at the last moment, all trace of sleep banished.
Without a second thought for the odd event, the champion set out – she had a target to hunt.
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The door opened at her knock, but barely more than a crack. From within, she thought she saw a hint of dark sunglasses peering out at her. “What are you doing here, Nikos?”
… To tell the truth, Pyrrha wasn’t sure. The champion leaned against the doorframe, holding her head in one hand while squinting at the person on the other side. Her memory of the past few hours was all a strange blur, and she couldn’t help but feel something was dreadfully wrong. “C-Coco? Is that you?”
There was a snort. “Yeah, and I’m busy, so scram. You can bother me another day.”
The door almost slammed shut, only a quick wedge by Pyrrha’s foot stopping it from doing so. Coco had never exactly been the friendliest sort – not to Pyrrha, anyway. She was too much of an alpha type, the kind of woman who figured she ruled whatever turf she happened to be standing on. That had included Beacon academy, until she’d graduated last year, and during her tenure there she hadn’t especially cared for any challengers to her authority – challengers like the Vytal festival champion. Obviously the redhead had never actually tried to get in Coco’s way, but their relationship had been frosty none the less.
She had no idea why she was outside the woman’s door now. After graduating, the older student had gone on to become a full time Hunter, and really the only time she showed up back at Beacon was to visit- “Velvet!”
“… What about her, Nikos?” Coco’s tone had dropped from frosty to downright frozen. Something about her teammate’s name had gotten an intense reaction out of her… But Pyrrha barely noticed, her head still throbbing in lost confusion. She still wasn’t sure what was going on or why she was here, but she was certain, absolutely certain, that Velvet was in danger.
She just didn’t know why.
“I… I’m sorry,” she managed, rubbing at her forehead. “I can’t remember why, but… Something’s happened to Velvet. She’s in great danger. You have to help her!”
The door opened an imperceptible amount wider. “In danger from who, Nikos? What do you think happened?”
Pyrrha tried, she really did. She could practically feel the answers, just out of her reach. But no matter what she did, they remained locked away. She shook her head. “I don’t… I don’t know…”
“Well then-”
“It’s okay.” Another voice came from behind the door. A familiar one. “I believe her. She sounds just like I did when I got here, right?”
A hand pulled the door open, out of Coco’s grip, and Pyrrha found herself staring at Velvet Scarlatina. The faunus looked nervous, but kind, offering the confused champion a hand. “Come on, get inside before someone sees you.”
Had her chest always been that big…?
No, that wasn’t important. Gratefully, Pyrrha let herself be pulled into the room, stumbling a little as her head swam, and looked around. Beacon had always made sure to provide temporary accommodation for graduate students, understanding that the lifestyle of a Hunter was often a nomadic one, and quite frankly the rooms they gave out were much nicer than the dorms that mere students got. There was a professional polish to the entire place that made it seem more like a private apartment than what team JNPR had been dealing with for the past three years.
Coco always had thought she was better than everyone else. It would be so much fun to put the alpha bitch in her place once-
What? What had she just been thinking? Ngh, damnit, why were her thoughts so clouded? What was wrong with her today?
Pyrrha took a deep breath as she was guided over to Coco’s couch and helped to sit down, hearing the front door firmly close and lock behind her. Now it was just the three of them.
“Are you alright?” Velvet was still next to her, her hand resting on the redhead’s back. “Deep breaths. I bet you’re really confused right now, but it’ll clear up. I was the same way not too long ago. I’d probably still be stumbling around the academy if it wasn’t for Coco.”
“I’m sorry…” She tried her best to think through the fuzz. She could feel something sinister approaching, lurking just out of her sight, waiting to approach. “I… I don’t know why I’m here…”
“That makes two of us.” Coco’s tone was brusk and pointed – the shades wearing woman still watching Pyrrha with suspicion. “You show up with big tits and a story about how you escaped from some… Some mad scientist’s lair with all this stuff about mind control and some evil bitch trying to take over the school or something, and then out of nowhere Pyrrha Nikos appears at our door? With nice big boobs as well, I see. I don’t like it, Velvet – it’s suspicious as hell.”
The faunus gave her a strained smile. “She was probably just following me. Right Pyr?”
“R-right…” Yes… Finding Velvet… That had been very important, hadn’t it?
The bunny girl nodded, looking back to Coco. “My memories of the whole thing are fuzzy, but I remember seeing Pyr in there too. They had her in this big weird chair…” She paused, biting her lip for a moment, before shaking her head. “She probably escaped the same as I did – whatever they were doing to our heads started wearing off after a while. And if she remembered me the same way I remember her, it makes sense she’d try to find me.”
Yeah… She remembered Velvet, on her knees and brainless, leaning forward to shove her tongue between-
“Nn!” Pyrrha shuddered, trying to force that memory mental image down. What the hell?
“Hmph. Fine. Maybe.” Coco didn’t exactly sound convinced. “Either way, she looks more out of it than you were. Keep an eye on her – the second she does anything suspicious, or tries to let anyone else know you’re here? Then the Champ there is taking a nap. I don’t care who she is – no one threatens a member of my team.”
“Of course, of course.” Ever the peacemaker, Velvet gave her teammate a diplomatic nod, before waving her away. “Just, give us some space, alright? I’ll try to get her settled down, see if she remembers any more than I do. If she does, we might know where to start dealing with all of this stuff, yeah?”
The short haired brunette sighed uncomfortably, but finally nodded in agreement. “Alright. But remember. First sign of trouble, it’s nighty night Nikos, okay?”
“Okay, okay. I get it.” Velvet laughed, and then smiled. “Thanks for looking out for me, Coco.”
“Anytime, girl.” The brunette adjusted her shades, then looked towards the door. “I’m going to go check and see if she was followed. You get her sorted, and when I get back, we’ll figure this thing out.”
“Yeah. Can do.” The two teammates exchanged a look that only a pair who had spent years relying on one another could truly share – and then Coco was off, shutting the door behind her with a click. Leaving just Velvet and Pyrrha alone in the room.
Then it happened. There was a pull in the champions head, almost like a physical door sliding open in her memories, and for one terrifying moment Pyrrha suddenly knew exactly what was going on – but far too late to do anything about it. Her awareness dimmed, and her other self smoothly stepped in to take over.
The change in the room should have been obvious to anyone, but Velvet was too kind hearted to notice – too busy trying to help a friend, instead of recognising the threat that she’d become. The redhead managed to hide her smirk. Good. That’d make melting her brains permanently a lot easier.
“Are you okay?” The faunus stroked Pyrrha’s back as the other girl seemed to shudder. “How are you feeling?”
“Ah… Better…” The champion took a deep breath and wet her lips. “Just… bad memories. Do you remember what they did to you?”
Now it was Velvet’s turn to shudder. “A little. More than I’d like, honestly. It’s fragmented and weird, and I…” She hesitated, her eye closing for a moment as she thought back, before she tried to banish whatever memories she’d summoned up. “I try not to think about it. That helps a bit.”
Not thinking about things? Pyrrha bit back another laugh. Oh, Velvet, she’d be delighted to help with that – but first, she’d have to jog the woman’s memory a bit. Playing up her image as a confused and helpless victim, the redhead rubbed her head. “I keep seeing this image… This… green spiral in my head. Do you remember that…?”
The bunny girl froze. Pyrrha could feel her start to shake through the hand on her back. “I… Uh…” Velvet bit her lip, closing her eyes again. “I- I do, but…”
“Oh, I’m sorry – is the memory difficult for you?”
Velvet just nodded, shuddering again as she tried to get her breathing under control. “I can see it so clearly…”
“Shhh…” Now it was Pyrrha’s turn to ‘support’ her friend. She leaned close, rubbing the elder Huntress’s back just as she’d just been doing to her, trying to ‘help’ her past this difficult memory. “I know how to deal with that. Green is such a harsh colour. Try thinking of something else – try thinking of the colour pink. Replace the green spiral in your head with a pink one.”
“I… I don’t know if that-”
“Shhh.” Again, the redhead hushed her. “Just give it a try. It’ll feel much better. Trust me.”
The bunny girl frowned, but Pyrrha’s tone of voice was convincing – what would be the harm? “A-alright, I’ll… try…” She murmured, brow furrowing as she closed her eyes to concentrate.
Which meant she missed the victorious flash in Pyrrha’s eyes. “Right. That’s it. Just think of pink, and relax. Stop letting it worry you. Relax. Relax.” A small cloud of pink mist spilled from her lips as she spoke, drifting through the air and slipping into Velvet’s ears. As it did, the bunny girl seemed to relax a little, her stiff shoulders slumping as she leaned into Pyrrha’s grip. “Think of relaxing things… Think of bubbles. And bunnies. Think of bouncing berries and big blimps…”
More pink mist was starting to flow – and with every word, she could feel Velvet starting to relax further and further into her arms. It was time to go for the kill. “Think of brainless buns and bouncing boobs. Bubbly bimbos and bubblegum blasts. Bouncy bimbo bunny bubbly brain blowing bubble bimbo boobies…”
By now, there was a stream of pink running from her mouth to Velvet’s ears, and she could see it was having an effect. With one last shudder, the bunny girl went still… And then her eyes opened to reveal swirling pink spirals, and a dim, dumb grin spread over her face. Pyrrha could even see a few pink bubbles floating out of her other ear and popping over her head. Perfect.
“There,” she said, breaking off her bimbifying chant and stroking the entranced bun under the chin. “Isn’t that so much nicer than those stupid green spirals? Pink is a much better colour for you. And don’t worry. Now that your brain is all wrapped up in that big bimbo bubble in there, I just have to squeeze, and-”
She squeezed.
Pop!
And Velvet practically melted, her dumb grin widening into a big stupid smile, drool starting to drip down onto her chest.
“– there won’t be any breaking free this time~”
There. Mission complete. Velvet wouldn’t be spilling any more of Mistress Cinder’s secrets now – honestly, by now she’d probably have trouble spelling her own name. The plot to undermine Beacon academy was safe. There was just one loose end left…
And speak of the devil, just as Pyrrha was finishing up the front door slammed shut, an irritated looking Coco striding back into the room. “Alright, it looks like we’re in the clear. I didn’t see anyone who looked… Velvet?” Only to come face to face with a pink spiral eyed bimbo bunny where she’d expected to see her quick witted teammate. “What the hell?!”
It wasn’t hard for her to work out what had happened – she’d never trusted Pyrrha anyway. In one swift motion the Huntress had pulled out her weapon, transforming it into its gatling gun form, and-
“I don’t think so.” The red headed maiden snapped her fingers.
- found out she was already to late as an invisible force suddenly yanked her off her feet and suspended her in the air, her weapon going flying off into the corner. She struggled, of course, but whatever invisible chains were holding her up were too strong – she couldn’t move an inch.
But despite her predicament, her main concern was still Velvet. “You bitch! What did you do to her?!”
“Oh, I just fixed a problem brought on by someone’s inferior craftsmanship, that’s all,” Pyrrha answered, rising to her feet and stretching smugly. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t mean to the poor thing. It wasn’t her fault she ran away, after all. And now that I’ve fixed her up, there’s no danger of her trying to do anything silly like think, ever again.” Maiden magic was a far more effective way to brainwash someone than an overstrained semblance, in her opinion.
She strutted across the room and confidently pulled the sunglasses off of Coco’s face. “Which just leaves the question of what to do with you…”
“Whatever the hell you’re up to,” Coco growled, undaunted even in the face of insurmountable adversity, “it’s not going to work. People are going to notice the two of us disappearing!”
“Maybe,” Pyrrha mused. “Probably.” She leaned in, emerald eyes glinting with sadistic delight. “But by then it’s going to be far, far too late. Now… Velvet, Dear, where is that camera of yours? I think I have an idea…”
Behind her, Velvet rose to her feet, her eyes still swirling. With a happy hop and a giggle, she skipped across the room and offered up her camera to her red headed Mistress without a moment’s hesitation.
Coco was aghast. “Velvet, what are you doing?!” She hissed, renewing her (futile) struggles to break free of whatever magic was holding her.
Pyrrha just laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about this little dumb bun,” she said, stroking the faunus under the chin again. “She’s just being a good girl and doing what she’s told. She’ll be doing a lot of that from now on. And so will you~” She waved a hand over the camera, a glow emanating from her palm. Beneath it, the device she’d been given shimmered, and then turned a worrying shade of pink. “Now, both of you, pick a nice pose!”
Velvet didn’t question her, immediately strutting up beside Coco and wrapping her arms around the suspended woman, smiling brightly (and more than a little stupidly) at the camera as Pyrrha raised it to her eyes and took a step back. Her teammate, however, was much less cooperative. “What the fuck are you-”
Flash!
Coco’s furious question choked off into a shocked gasp as a burst of pink light filled the room and she felt a sudden surge of pleasure between her legs. There was a strange tingly feeling in her chest and head, followed by a sudden tightness in her top – and her hat felt oddly uncomfortable.
“Wh-Wha-What…?” She stammered, unbalanced and uncertain. The expression of confusion on her face made Pyrrha giggle.
“I’m just testing out my new bimbo bunny filter,” the redhead explained with a sinister smile. “Do you like it?”
Honestly, her answer just made Coco look even more confused. Well, she was going to have to get used to that. Her capacity to understand anything even remotely complicated wasn’t going to last past the end of this impromptu photo shoot. She was already looking kind of dumb after all – she hadn’t even noticed the small bunny ears starting to poke up from under her hat.
Velvet, meanwhile, was enjoying herself greatly. She was already a bimbo bunny in mind, after all, and now she was delighted to find her body growing to match. Her breasts, already large after Pyrrha had grown them before, were now becoming huge, her armoured top starting to stretch and rip around them as they grew – and this time they were being joined by her hips, which swelled out so much that her pants seams were starting to snap under the strain. She couldn’t wait for another-
Flash!
The faunus cooed, her voice a breathy sigh in Coco’s ear as pink light washed over them and pleasure surged in its wake. Her top tore open completely, her big ol’ bimbo bunny boobs pressing happily into her bound teammate’s back, and the pink fog in her head felt even thicker than ever. How wonderful!
Coco, though, was still trying to resist, groaning as the bunny ears under her hat sprouted up even higher, and her own top started to rip. Her left eye was starting to turn pink, the slightest hints of a spiral creeping around the iris. But her defiance remained strong. “W-Whatever it is you’re doing to us,” she grunted, her teeth gritting. “It- It won’t work!”
Pyrrha chuckled, moving closer once again, before reaching up to stroke Coco’s new ears – drawing a startled shudder from the other Huntress as she found out directly how sensitive they were to a gentle touch. “What I’m doing is turning you into a bimbo bunny just like your friend. And it’s already working fine. You just need a little more…”
She stepped back and raised the camera. “Say carrot!”
Flash!
“Ngh!” Pink light hit Coco right between the eyes, and she shuddered and convulsed as it rushed through her, rewriting her body and mind to fit Pyrrha’s desires. Her fashionable top finally ripped open completely, displaying her now jumbo-sized jugs to the world, her pants soon following as her ass plumped up. But not to worry – any humiliation she might have felt at being so viciously stripped would be short lived (though to be honest her brain was a bit too busy drowning in pink to really notice). For though her clothes were torn and shredded, they too were starting to morph – fabric weaving itself together into a new form, becoming thinner and changing colour as they swirled around her body. They wrapped around her, her perfectly picked ensemble merging and flowing like liquid to cover her body…
Until, in a flash, they solidified again, revealing a whole new look. Legs wrapped in transparent nylons, feet slipped into black stiletto heels, white gloves on her hands, a frilly white collar tied by a blue bow around her neck – and a tight bunny corset made of shiny black leather squeezed firmly around her middle, just barely managing to cover the bottom half of her boobs. Her fully grown ears completed the look – she was dressed from head to toe as a lovely big bimbo bunny.
At her side, Velvet was exactly the same – giggling with delight and bouncing in place to watch how her tits jiggled in her new clothes. She looked every bit the part – brain and body entirely in sync. In fact, the only thing now spoiling this bubbly bun picture was that Coco still hadn’t entirely given in! One of her eyes remained steadily brown and determined, even as the other was completely consumed by a pink spiral. Her teeth were grinding, her body starting to sweat, her legs rubbing against one another as she desperately tried to contain her growing arousal… But still, her mind remained firm.
Pyrrha clicked her tongue in irritation. “There’s no point in being stubborn, Coco. You’re going to be my bimbo bunny girl. It’ll be so much simpler if you just give in already.”
“You… bitch…” The brown-haired huntress gasped, breathing deep as she struggled to stay in control. Her bunny boobs heaved and jiggled endlessly with the effort, and her head was clearly straining to think through the pink. “I’ll never… like… Be your, um… slave!”
It would have been more impressive if she wasn’t drooling with every word…
“Oh, don’t be like that. It won’t be so bad. Just look at Velvet! Not a thought in her head, and doesn’t she look happy?” Pyrrha lifted a hand under Coco’s chin, and turned her head to look at her bimbified teammate. Velvet certainly looked happy, having already pulled down her top to play with her boobs, a massive dumb grin on her face. The Huntress shuddered at the sight.
The maiden sighed. “Now why can’t you just be like he- Oh!” Her eyes widened, and she let her captive go, smacking her forehead as she stepped back. “Oh, of course. How silly of me! Velvet had a head start! Well no wonder you’re having so much trouble.”
She leaned in, a cat-like smile on her face as Coco watched her with a wide eye. “I’m so sorry. Here – let me even you out.”
With a small flourish, she raised a hand, palm up, and summoned just a touch of magical power – not remotely difficult for a maiden like her. And in the air over her hand, appeared a fluffy pink cloud.
“What’s that… hah… Supposed to do?” Coco managed with a sneer, still managing to look a haughty despite her condition. “Like, is it gunna get me wet or something?” She giggled, her chest merrily bouncing along with her witty one-liner.
Pyrrha just glanced down between the woman’s legs, noting an already rather soaked bunny suit. “I don’t think you need any help with that. No, this is just going to help you become the very best bimbo bunny that I know you can be~”
The cloud rose, drifting in front of Coco’s face. Her non-spiralling eye tracked it nervously, floating left, and then right… Before suddenly shooting up and ramming itself into one of her new long ears!
“Ah! Ahhh!” The Huntress went stiff, her back going completely straight – the motion setting her boobs bouncing, naturally – as she felt pure liquid pleasure start to drizzle into her brain and dye everything pink. N-no! She couldn’t, like, let this happen! She wouldn’t become this, ah, big meanie’s slave! She would resist, and like, stop her somehow! She’d never be a bimbo-
Flash!
Ah!
Flash! Flash!
Ooooohhhhhh!!!
Flash Flash Flash!!!!
Pop!
The room turned pink. Light shone so bright from the camera that even the maiden behind it had to cover her eyes. And when it cleared…
Coco was smiling brightly, pink spirals spinning merrily in both of her eyes, drool trickling down her chin and into her busty bimbo boobs – the perfect mirror image of the bimbo bun beside her.
“Perfect,” Pyrrha sighed happily, allowing her magic holding her newest pet in the air to fade. Coco dropped smoothly to the floor… And immediately turned and hopped into her former teammate’s arms, the two buns quickly locking lips as their horny hands started exploring one another’s bodies. Just like good bimbo buns should.
“And that’s the last loose end tied up,” the maiden sighed happily, reaching for her scroll and raising it up to take one last picture. “Let’s let Mistress know in style. Say ‘Bimbo!’, girls!”
-
“Much better,” Cinder purred, looking at the image that her newest agent had just sent her. It was a simple image of two women – faunus, by the looks of it, and almost twins besides. Both women were standing at attention, their lengthy rabbit ears stiff and straight over their heads, large chests standing out proud and firm, pink eyes caught in eternal swirls, mouths stretched into wide brainless smiles – utterly mindless, the pair of them. There was no mistaking what its contents meant.
She looked over her shoulder towards the disappointment. “This is how you take care of business. Get your act together, Emerald – or I’ll run out of uses for you completely.”
The dark-skinned thief swallowed and nodded, her expression appropriately fearful – until Cinder turned away from her, at the very least. Then it darkened into a furious scowl, eyes still gazing at sent image – her mind picturing the smug red headed bitch who’d taken it. The one who was taking her place at Cinder’s side. The thieving little hussy!
But not for long. Another image entered her head. The image of that same red head, but now with tits so big they weighed her down to the ground, and green, spiralling eyes. The same red head, but with drool pouring mindlessly down onto her chest, her tongue hanging stupidly from her mouth. The same red head, but her smug confidence and viciously sharp mind replaced with brainless devotion and moronic stupidity. The same red head, but so stupid and bimboed up that she made Blake look like a genius prude.
Yes, the thief thought, her eyes narrowing. Pyrrha Nikos needed to be shown her true place around here – and Emerald Sustrai was just the person to do it.
