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Pyrrha's Plot Part 4 - Nora/Ren
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This week, part 4 of a commissioned series for you folks - hope you enjoy.
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(Contains bimbofication and genderswapping)
Pyrrha was having a weird day. Have you ever suddenly found yourself snapping awake after losing yourself in a monotonus task? She felt like that – multiple times now, she’d come back to herself wandering around the halls of Beacon with no idea what she’d been doing or where she’d been going. It was getting rather concerning.
Maybe she hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately.
Oh well, no matter. She could take an early night tonight if it kept happening. For now, she had a task to focus on. After all, she still hadn’t found Ruby, and she really needed to talk to her about… something. Something important? Wow, maybe she really did need more sleep. Well, she’d remember when she found her, she was certain.
In the meantime, where hadn’t she looked? Ruby was a pretty predictable person. Hadn’t Weiss suggested she’d be in the armoury at this time of day? Maybe there, then… Although, knowing Ruby, if she’d told Weiss she was going to the armoury, she was actually catching a nap back in the dorm. Heh, well, the RWBY/JNPR dorm rooms were on the way – why not stop in there and check before she headed all the way across campus?
So that was the logic that drew Pyrrha Nikos back to her dorm, and specifically, to the room across the hall from hers. Ever the polite, well mannered young lady, she didn’t just burst in, as many members of their two teams might have, but instead, she raised her fist and rapped her knuckles lightly against the door. “Hello? Is Ruby in there?”
“Mooooo~”
Pyrrha blinked. That had been Yang’s voice, but what had she said? It sounded… weird, and… And…
Frowning, the champion put a hand to her forehead. She felt fuzzy all of a sudden.
What had Yang said? It must have been no – Ruby wasn’t in there. Right. Pity! “I see – Sorry to trouble you then.”
Okay then, what now? Head to the armoury? Oh, but what if… Hm, it wouldn’t exactly be unlike Ruby to hide in JNPR’s room, would it? Especially if she’d made Weiss mad. Best check there first.
This time, Pyrrha felt no need to knock, opening the door and walking into her home like she owned the place, because she damn well did. “Ruby? Are you in here?”
“Guess again!” Then she was all but tackled from the side by an enthusiastic Nora, who was grinning up a storm. “Wrong hyperactive teammate, Pyrrha! Did you get the wrong dorm?”
Fortunately, years of living with this woman had all but perfected the champion’s ability to withstand sudden glomps. She just chuckled and petted her teammate’s head. “No, no, I just thought she might be hiding in here. I guess not though. Where is everyone?”
“Oh, you know…” Nora shrugged, letting go of her friend to wander around the room as she spoke. “Jaune’s still off trying to finish that homework you set him… Or he’s reading comics again, eh, who knows?” She shrugged, her arms held out to the side and her palms raised to the heavens. Then she spun on her feet, a big smile crossing her face. “And Ren is being the bestest best friend ever and getting me pancakes! So that’s awesome~”
Pyrrha couldn’t help but giggle at her teammate’s antics. “Well congratulations. I hope he doesn’t keep you waiting too long, I’d hate for you to get hungry.” A hungry Nora was a dangerous Nora.
“Me either.” The hyper huntress pouted, before slipping into a bad impression of Ren’s voice. “It’ll be done when it’s done Nora. Wait for it to finish, Nora. Don’t eat the batter Nora. Bah!” She dropped the voice. “So I have to wait here for him to cook, and who knows how long he’ll be?” She flopped dramatically onto her bed, legs kicking in the air. “I’m already boooored…”
“Oh?” There was something different about Pyrrha’s tone, all of a sudden. A cool, even cold, note to a normally warm voice. “Maybe I can help. I’ve found a useful technique to help someone relax that I’ve been dying to test out~”
“Oh?” Nora rolled over, looking up at her curiously. If she’d noticed the change in her friend’s demeanour, she didn’t show it. “What kind of technique?”
And Pyrrha just grinned.
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Blake wasn’t sure where she was. Her lungs were burning, her limbs were aching, and her head was sloshing like it was still full of milk. It was so hard to think! So hard for a silly pretty titty- N-no! Ngh…
She took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind, her thoughts sludging along like chilled butter. She was… in danger, yes. Something had happened to her, to her friends, something caused by… Pyrrha? But that didn’t make sense, nothing made sense!
She’d been running, and then she’d hid, and now she was… she was up in a tree, trying to balance on a branch like she normally did, but it was weird and difficult, her balance was all off like she had a big set of weights on her chest. And everything was just so soft and fuzzy…
No, no, okay. Calm down. Just think, Blake, just think. It was harder to do than normal but she could still force her brain to work. Something was wrong here in Beacon, something bad. She needed to do something, tell someone… Who could she…
Ruby! Yes, Ruby! She’d know what to do! Her team leader was a bit of a silly pret- a bit of a doof sometimes, but she was smart and would know what to do! Blake just had to find her before-
Her sharp faunus ears twitched. Huh? What was that? Someone was… singing? But the campus was nearly empty, who could be…?
The fuzziness in her head began to grow thicker. The song, it sounded so nice… It slipped in through her ears and wrapped around her brain like a fluffy blanket, making her feel warm and safe. She couldn’t quite make out the words, but the song itself felt so… so… nice…
N-no, she needed to, um… She had to think and find… She had to, ah… Oh…
A dumb smile slipped across the black cat’s face. She had to listen~ Then everything would be alright. Just listen, not think. Just listen…
As though she were being carried by the music, the big boobed faunus slid down from her perch in the tree, walking back towards the school she’d fled from not minutes ago, drool starting to drip down her chin onto her jiggling chest…
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“Like this?” Nora asked, trying not to fidget as she stood in front of Pyrrha, shoulders straight, her back turned to the infamous champion. “You really think this’ll help?”
“It’s worth a try, right?” Pyrrha hid her smirk where Nora couldn’t see it. Gently, she laid her bare hands on her teammate’s shoulders and started to squeeze. “This is supposed to feel very relaxing – do let me know if it feels uncomfortable, alright?”
“Ohhh…” Well the hammer specialist certainly wouldn’t be doing that! No no no, apparently Pyrrha had been hiding some of her maiden powers from her, because those fingers were utterly magical! Immediately all tension and stress seemed to leak out of the huntress’s body, and she all but melted backwards into Pyrrha’s arms. “Where did you learn to do that?” She asked, completely caught off guard by her friend’s sudden talent.
The redhead just giggled. “Well, I’ve been taught a few ways of relaxing your muscles over the years – arena training had its perks! So you just relax, and let me sort these tense muscles of yours out, hm?”
“Ahhh… Mmm, no objections here~” Nora purred. Nope nope, she wasn’t going anywhere, not while Pyrrha was still willing to work her magic. She groaned with appreciation as knots in her muscles were worked and then expunged by the firm, fabulous fingers, and already her breath was getting hot and heated. God, why had she never done this before?
“Good girl~” Pyrrha chuckled, an odd sound that was completely devoid of her normal warmth and care, though was hardly in any position to notice. “You just relax. Settle down. You’ve got a lot of energy in you, but I think we can put it to much better uses than just running around all over the place, hm?”
“Ahah… haaaahh…” The excitable huntress half laughed, half sighed as those miracle fingers continued to work, thumbs steadily digging into her shoulder blades as bursts of calm settled through her. “Mmm, what do you suggest…?”
“Well… Here…” Again, the voice was missing that warm note as light sparkled before Nora’s eyes, and a small golden chain appeared in front of her, swinging a flat, round metal pendulum from side to side in the air. “Another relaxation technique I know. Just follow the coin, Nora. Watch it swing. Let yourself feel relaxed… Let the sleepy feeling wash in…”
That was a little confusing for Nora. Sleepy? She wasn’t feeling sleepy, was she? Relaxed, sure, but…
But now that Pyrrha mentioned it, her eyelids were starting to feel a bit heavy. In fact, every time her eyes followed the swing of the coin from left to right, right to left, it felt like a touch of weight was being added to them. Soon, they were fluttering, and the normally hyperactive huntress was struggling not to yawn. “I… Wow, Pyrrha, this is…”
“Shhhh…” Nora’s words were shushed, and a strong squeeze of her shoulders that released a practical gallon of tension drew a sharp, shocked moan from her instead. “Relaxed and sleepy, Nora. You’re all nice, relaxed, and sleepy. No need to worry. No need to think. Just relaxed, and sleepy~”
“Mmmmm…” There wasn’t much she could do to disagree… If she relaxed anymore she thought she might literally melt. Ahhhh, it felt so nice. Mm, she could just relax, stop worrying, stop thinking… But… But wasn’t that bad…? Maybe this was wrong… She needed to stop.
“P-Pyrrha,” she managed, her words half slurred as her eyes rolled. “I thiiiiinnkk…. Mmm… I think you need to stop… I can’t… I can’t…”
There was a giggle by her ear. “Mm? Can’t what, Nora? Can’t stay awake? Can’t think?” The pendulum swung, and the weight on her eyelids grew even heavier. “That’s fine. Good girls don’t need to think.”
A breeze rolled through the room, making Nora shiver. It was funny – she felt cold, but more than that… It was like she could feel the breeze on her skin, but weren’t her clothes supposed to be in the way? Mm, her head felt so relaxed and sleepy, so full of nice warm goop that she could barely think…
“H-huh…” She yawned, her head rolling so that she was looking down, drool starting to leak from her lips onto her bare chest. “P-Pyrrha, where… where did m’clothes go…?”
“Good girls don’t need clothes either,” was the redhead’s amused reply, as her hands slid down from Nora’s shoulders and cupped her perky little breasts, already flush from her earlier ministrations, her thumbs rubbing circles around pointed nipples. “Good girls just get to feel good~”
“Ahmn!” Completely unprepared, Nora let out a gasp of pleasure at the first squeeze, her head laying back onto Pyrrha’s shoulder as she quivered. Yet, even as she moved, the pendant still swung before her eyes, still carried her closer and closer to sleep time. “Pyrrha, I… I…”
She didn’t know what she was trying to say. Ask her to stop? Beg her for more? Nora’s head was too relaxed and sleepy to tell. Each swing of the pendant made her mind quieter and quieter, while each squeeze, each skilled knead of her breasts made her loins hotter and hotter. Already she was starting to drip, her lower lips quickly working to catch up with her higher pair. What did she want? To escape, or to continue? Nora had never thought of Pyrrha as more than a friend, but right now she was half willing to do whatever the girl wanted to feel more of this. And yet, deep inside, she still felt something was wrong here. That she needed to put a stop to it.
But what was right? Which side did she choose? She had to… she needed to… Ah… Ahhhh…
In the end, the choice was taken away from her – though, not by Pyrrha.
“Nora, I couldn’t find any left over syrup, so I had to-“ Lie Ren walked into the room, carrying a plate stacked with pancakes, and stopped dead, his normally impassive expression replaced with one of complete shock. “N-N-Nora? Pyrrha, what are you-?!”
“Oh, that’s a shame.” Pyrrha pursed her lips, her annoyance evident in her voice. “Boys really should knock before they enter a girl’s room, Ren.” She frowned… and then a thoughtful smile crossed her face. “Though I suppose I can fix that.”
She snapped her fingers, and there was a flash of light. Ren leaped back, already making the obvious connection that Pyrrha was behind whatever strange thing was happening here, but he couldn’t outrun maiden magic. The light enveloped him, and a tingling sensation shot down his spine, locking up every muscle. And then heat, a rising, filling heat, began to bloom in his chest, quickly spreading through his body, sweat starting to drip down his skin in mere moments. It felt like he was melting…
Distantly, he heard the door shut and lock behind him.
“I was always going to get to you, sooner or later, Ren.” Pyrrha’s voice was anything but comforting as the heat grew in some areas, bubbling up in his chest, while in others like his waist and legs he began to feel cold. “You just sped things up.”
Slowly, the haze began to clear – but when it did, everything was wrong. He felt… off. His balance, something he was keenly in tune with as part of his martial arts, was weighted differently, and the world seemed a few inches… taller? What had…
He looked down. His clothes were gone, and on his bare chest were two large-
“What the hell are these?!?” He asked, and then, “Wait, why does my voice sound so…?”
A chill swept through him, and he looked up at Pyrrha. She just smirked. “You make a very cute girl, Rin~”
And to her horror, Rin realised exactly what had just happened. Her hands, now far softer and daintier than they ever had been when she was a man, shot down to the cleft between her legs, searching for evidence she could use to reject this reality, but they met naught more than air, and a smooth slit when her fingers pressed in further. She was a girl.
A cute girl, at that. Her long dark hair now hung all the way to her heart shaped rear. Her body, once lanky, was now carefully proportioned – she might have lost about of a foot of height, by her estimation. Her face had always been rather smooth, but now it was outright feminine, with plush lips and sweet eyes. And as for her chest… Well, Nora was still bigger than her, a fact that made her oddly disappointed…
“Now now.” Then suddenly her hands were yanked to her sides, invisible bindings holding them firmly in place, and she found herself levitating into the air, completely stripped of control over her body. Across the room, a still dazed Nora rose up as well, her eyes still focused on the swinging pendulum, a confused look upon her face. With a snap of her fingers, Pyrrha directed them both to float through the room, and laid them down on a bed next to one another. “You can explore all that later, dear. Right now I have a job to finish, and I might as well get both of you done at once, hm? And since you two are so close, I’ll make sure to keep you together as a nice little set~”
Rin wanted to ask what she meant, to demand an explanation for what Pyrrha was doing – was this even Pyrrha? She knew her teammate would never do something like this of her own will – but something stopped her, invisible bindings like the ones around her hands and feet gagging her completely. She was left helpless to watch as Pyrrha leaned over them both, a dark glint in her eyes.
“You just be quiet a moment, Rin. I’ll be with you once I’ve finished with Nora. Here, you can focus on the coin, just like she is – that will help you catch up quicker~” Over their heads, both the dark-haired and the red-haired huntresses found that same swinging golden coin, still constantly swaying from left to right, held up by nothing more than Pyrrha’s casually powered semblance. There was something attractive about it, something that made it hard to look away from. What was it doing? Rin frowned, her eyes drifting from left to right, reflecting the coin as it swung…
Nora, though, was slower on the uptake. Her head was still so thick and slow, but more than that, she felt more keenly than ever that something was wrong. Ren had been here and he’d been worried, and then…
But Pyrrha was already there, soothing her. “Shhhh, Nora. It’s alright. Just focus on the coin. Relax. You’re already so sleepy~ Just let go and remember – what do good girls do?”
“Ah…” Good girls…
A slow, stupid smile started to spread over Nora’s face as the hyperactive huntress began to remember her programming, her brains starting to leak out of her ears as she started to relax once more.
“Good girls get to… feel good…” She moaned, Pyrrha’s hands on her chest massaging away all of her concerns and sending pleasure rolling through her entire body. She could feel her boobs starting to swell…
“Good girls don’t… need clothes…” She bucked, hormones spiking, her body growing even more heated as maiden magic seeped into her, her ass plumping up inch by inch. Beside her, Rin could do nothing as she felt her best friend starting to change…
“Good girls… don’t need to think…” Her smile was growing wider by the second, turning truly brainless as her pupils started to twist into black and white spirals, Pyrrha’s influence over her growing stronger and stronger as her brain grew quieter and quieter…
But even this wasn’t quite enough for the malicious maiden. Pyrrha wouldn’t be satisfied by anything less than complete domination of this poor girl who thought she was her friend. Her smile truly vicious, she leaned down, putting her lips right next to Nora’s ear, and whispered her final command.
“Now cum, you brainless busty breeder~” She said, giving the girl’s tits an extra squeeze as she did so.
The effect was instant. Nora came, moaning loudly as her spiralling eyes rolling up in her head. The force of her ordered orgasm completely sundered her mind, a tidal wave of pleasure washing through and emptying her brain of everything to carry it all out of her cunt, her breasts and ass expanding out rapidly to truly massive size as they drank in all the thoughts that hadn’t just squirted out between her legs.
She held there for a moment, the tension of her climax locked around her, tongue hanging out of her mouth in pure ecstasy… And then, slowly, she relaxed again, settling back down into the bed. With a sleepy kind of grace, one of her hands moved up to her now massive tits, taking over the massage from where Pyrrha had left of, even drawing a small spurt of milk from her nipples, while the other slid below her legs, contentedly trying to pump more pleasure out of her nethers without a care in the world. Her eyes returned, focusing forward, now empty of everything but the spiral, a half lidded and sleepy expression permanently settled on her face along with her eternally stupid smile.
Nora had achieved her destiny – a brainless busty breeder forever more.
Pyrrha smiled, almost looking proud of her latest victim… before turning her gaze over to Rin, who was still struggling with the pendant, her intense frown now marred by her sleepy looking expression. Mm, yes, she was just about ready.
“There,” the redhead said, moving her hands over to Rin’s chest and starting to massage all over again, smiling when she heard the new girl gasp in shocked delight. “Your turn now, Rin. Nora, why don’t you help your friend here learn all about what Good Girls are supposed to do?”
Rin shivered, still unable to move in her bindings, and now not entirely sure why she wanted to. Her memories of what was happening seemed so hazy and distant, growing even further with every pendant swing. She just felt really… tired… now. And as Nora curled around her, her strangely large chest squishing up against her, whispering soothing sounding words about ‘relaxing’ and ‘not thinking’…
She found herself wondering if she even wanted to fight. This was nice. She felt good. Relaxed. Sleepy. She could listen to Nora… right…?
A small smile touched on her lips as her chest began to swell, and brainless busty bliss rose up to swallow her whole.
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Blake blinked. Huh? What was she doing in a theatre? What had she-?
“Hihi Kitty~ Aren’t you so pretty?”
What? Wait, she knew that voice! “Weiss! Listen, something’s wrong, we’ve got to- Wait.” She blinked again as she finally looked at her eternally frosty teammate. “Like, what are you wearing?”
“Do you like it?” Weiss preened, spinning around and showing off her skimpy tight cheerleader uniform – her skirt rising as she did so and clearly display her lack of underwear. “It’s a snug fit! See my ass and see my booby – I can’t wait to go show Ruby!”
“Oh no…” Blake stepped back, uncertain. “She got you too? I totally have to-“
“Stay! And watch me cheer~” Weiss interrupted her, giving her pompoms a shake. “It’s okay, you’re feeling queer! But you just watch and soon you’ll see! The bimbo kitty you’re meant to be~”
“N-no…” Blake’s eyes widened, and she tried to retreat even further, only to find her back against a wall. Wh-when had that gotten there?
“Yes yes yes!” Weiss bounced in place, her barely contained tits jiggling and bounding in her top. “Bimbo Blake will be the best! Don’t be bright and don’t be witty, be a Pretty Titty Kitty~”
Blake opened her mouth to refute, to try to push Weiss away, but as soon as she said those words-
Pretty Titty Kitty…
…
Blake’s eyes fluttered, and she shook her head. She’d… What? Had she just blacked out for a few seconds? Weiss was giggling at her.
“D-don’t, um…” She shook her head, it felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. “Don’t, like, say that…”
“Say what, Missy? Pretty Titty Kitty?”
The world swam and went dark again. Blake groaned as she forced herself awake once more. Her chest felt damp – had, had she been drooling?
“I… Weiss… Please…”
“You look so nice, all dumb and dim~” The bimbofied heiress was leaning in, her pompoms held behind her back, pressed up against her heart shaped behind. “Silly bimbo, you just can’t win! But it’s okay, you’ve no need to fear her – everything will be great under Mistress Pyrrha~” Her eyes lit up at the name. “Sing it with me, babe, nice and silly – join my chant, Pretty Titty Kitty!”
Pretty Titty Kitty!
Pretty Titty Kitty!
Pretty Titty Kitty!
Blake groaned, shuddering in pleasure as her eyes rolled up in her head. Weiss kept chanting the words, practically singing them into her ear now, and she just couldn’t push them away. Each repetition felt like it was shoving more and more fluff into her head, turning her thoughts into cotton candy and stickying them up. Drool poured from her lips as her body went slack, leaning against the wall to keep herself standing. She could barely, barely keep ahold of herself against the rising pink tide…
But hold she did, her eyes blinking slowly once more as she came back to herself. She could even hear her own lips chanting the words now, making snapping bursts of pleasure dance through her brain… A wide smile starting to spread across her lips, not fading at all no matter what she tried. But she held on. She had to… had to escape, and… um…
Her gaze cleared, and focused on Weiss – who had her pompoms already bouncing. As Blake shook her head, she began to dance, giggling as she started to sing.
“No no no that just won’t do!
No more thinking left for you!
You’re far too quick and far too clever!
So now I’ll dumb you down forever~”
Blake’s eyes widened, even her thick, slow thoughts realising something bad was about to happen. She needed to run, she needed to get out of here! But- But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move! No matter what she tried, her eyes remained rooted on Weiss’s body, on the way her pompoms spun, and her boobs bounced, and her butt jiggled…
Too late, she distantly realised she was feeling the same way she had with Pyrrha’s red spiral laser pointer. Like she was being drawn in, her thoughts sucked down into the centre of an image that wouldn’t let her go. As if there was a kind of swirl in her mind, each loop threatening to drag her back under into mindless oblivion if she just stopped fighting... A nice, sweet, giggly mindless nothingness that would feel so good... so tempting to slip into...
It was like Weiss’s dance was hypnotic, somehow – that the way she moved, forcing her target’s vision to swirl between her poms, her boobs, and her ass just sucked them deeper and deeper, until…
Until…
The thought couldn’t complete itself before Weiss started the next verse of her cheer.
“That’s a good girl, just look deep!
Let your mind drop down to sleep!
Feel those bad thoughts gather mass,
Now sink them down right to your ass!”
The catgirl let out another groan as she felt part of her mind slowly slip out of her head, sinking down quickly through her body, to an area that needed some attention – her famed Belladona Booty growing out and straining the stitches of her pants as her thoughts turned into fat. A pleased smile spread across her lips at the feeling, and the feeble remains of her resistance fell apart, spirals filling her eyes completely as she continued to stare at Weiss’s hypnotic cheer.
Seeing her target give in, the bimbo brained cheerleader bounced happily. “That’s the way, I knew you’d do it! See, it didn’t hurt a bit! Now you know there’s nothing to fear! So come and join in a victory cheer! Yay!”
“Yay!” Still thoroughly trance and empty brained, Blake was happy to follow her friend’s ‘suggestion’, bouncing in place and mimicking Weiss’s movements, her busted up breasts and blown out butt doing a lot to make up for her lack of poms. Soon, the two were cheering enthusiastically together, both moving in sync with one another, not a thought in their heads.
Which did lead to unanticipated trouble…
“Being a bimbo’s truly great!
No thoughts to have or worries to hate!
We’re dumb and sexy, that’s our luck!
Now, hey babe, do you wanna… wannna… Um… Uhhhhhhhhhhh…”
The pair paused, hesitation making its way into their chant. Not because they didn’t know how to complete the rhyme – no, if there’s anything bimbos know how to do, it’s that. But rather, it was because Weiss had, in her bimbo brained stupidity, completely underestimated her cheering partner. Blake had managed to copy Weiss’s moves exactly – which meant that while she was staring at a hypno-cheerleader and dancing away, Weiss was doing exactly the same thing, her eyes slowly starting to follow the catgirl’s boobs, butt, legs and hands around and around, until…
… Well, her simple mind wasn’t exactly the most resistant in the first place. By the mid-line she was openly drooling, just like Blake. By the time she got to the end, her eyes were spiralling, her head was emptying…
And it had already been pretty empty to start with.
In the end, she just stumbled to a stop, Blake copying her, and the pair found themselves both mindlessly entranced, leaning forward against one another, their big breasts squished up together, both of them drooling and staring into one another’s spiralling eyes.
A little embarrassing for a hypno-cheerleader, maybe, but Weiss was too mindless right now to care.
Blake, though, hadn’t quite reached the same level of entranced thoughtlessness. Though she had fallen under, her brains mulched and her body boosted all over, she still clung to some slight strands of resistance. She still felt, deep in her heart, that pull to escape, to run away.
It was that urge that pulled at her now. That slowly, after… quite a while, maybe even as much as half an hour, pulled her back to herself. Her ears twitched. Her breath hitched. The spirals in her eyes faded.
Blake blinked again, her mind still sticky and slow. She wasn’t sure where she was. She wasn’t sure what was going on. It felt like two thirds of her brain had just gone missing somewhere. Her body felt… weird. Good, oh, so very, very good, but weird. Had her boobs always bounced like this? Was her ass always this fat? Like, what was going on…? Mmm, she could feel ancient feline instincts rising up inside her, drawing her attention to dart left and right as they snagged and then got bored of every flash of stimulus they saw. It was exhausting, the urge to simply lay down in the sun and nap, to laze around not caring bubbling up within her, almost overpowering...
Confused, she did the natural thing – she tried to run. Somewhere, in her slow and sticky head, she knew she had to find Ruby. Ruby could fix all of this. If she could just find Ruby…
She stumbled out of the theatre, hoping that her mind would start to work clearer once she got on the move.
Behind her, a white-haired bimbo continued to drool, staring into empty space, her eyes a whirl of spirals. It would be a lot longer before she woke up – maybe Pyrrha had made her just a little too dumb, after all…
