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The Curse of Changing (RWBY Bimbo/TF fic)
🕑 Added 2022-07-06 17:00:07 +0000 UTCRemnant was a mysterious world, even to the people who lived in it. Millenia of persecution by the grimm, the unending hordes of vicious creatures that would rip anyone they found to shreds, had driven civilisation in a lot of unexpected directions. Empires had grown in generations, only to fall overnight. Cities stood abandoned and empty despite fully functional facilities. Orchards grew over the bones of ancient towns that no one could recall the name of.
Truly, one of the greatest victims of the grimm – aside from all the literal victims of the grimm – was history, with so many records and documents lost to flame and gnashing teeth. The story of Remnant’s past had been relegated to just that – a story. Myths, legends, and fairy tales. Concrete evidence of what had happened and where was so rare that a true historical record may as well not exist.
Which meant that there were large parts of the world that had once been inhabited by ancient civilizations that were now entirely unknown. Ruins and dungeons hidden anywhere and everywhere, waiting to be discovered by modern day hands.
Such places, when found, were left to be properly investigated by experts – one of the many duties that fell to the Hunters. It was the best option – ruins could be dangerous places, as grimm often made them their lairs. Proper archaeological surveys would naturally have to wait for after the place had been secured, otherwise people could easily get hurt.
But that didn’t mean that there weren’t dangers to this method, either…
“Just don’t keep rushing ahead,” Weiss Schnee, white haired Huntress and heiress, sighed as she pushed her shoulder against an old stone door that probably hadn’t been opened in centuries. “Yang and Blake aren’t here, so if you get in trouble off on your own there won’t be anyone around to help you.”
“Oh relax, Weiss.” Ruby Rose, Weiss’s raven-haired counterpart, waved a hand dismissively, before joining her in pushing against the door. “Nothing we’ve seen in here so far has been all that dangerous. It’s just another boring ruin.”
To be fair, it was their twelfth this month. As professional, graduated Huntresses, they got this kind of mission pretty often, so Ruby’s casual attitude was understandable. And yet, it really did her no favours with her partner, who was a renown perfectionist. Weiss would stick to the rules and carefully proceed with every mission, determined to be one of the greatest Hunters of all time, while Ruby’s approach was much more… lackadaisical. Hunting was in her nature, in her blood – she didn’t need guidelines and rules to tell her how to do it.
As one could imagine, this difference in attitude led to no end of arguments between them. And yet, to most people’s surprise, they were actually one of the closest pairs of partners Beacon had produced. Despite their opposing attitudes, they worked well together. It just occasionally drove them up the wall to do so. That’s how you knew they were good friends!
The door eventually opened, ancient stone groaning as it was forced back, revealing a large sealed chamber with a rush of stale air. Within, old crumbling architecture that neither Huntress recognised framed the walls, with the crumbled remains of what might have once been colourful banners and finely crafted furniture laying in heaps on the floor.
“I wonder what this place was…” Weiss said, walking in and looking around, her rapier held loosely at her side. “It looks important.”
“It looks old,” Ruby muttered, stepping through behind her. “Like, really old.”
“Well of course it does.” The heiress rolled her eyes. “This place predates all of our record. It’s ancient.” She folded her arms. “Maybe some kind of religious site? It’s big enough. It must have been important…”
“Oh, maybe there’s some clues in that box over here!”
“Huh?” Weiss blinked and turned around, only to see Ruby waving at her from the far end of the room, up a few steps and past something that might have once been a plinth of some kind. At her feet was a large metal chest, rusted but still intact – with Ruby’s scythe already jammed under its lid, levering it open. “Hey, wait a sec Ruby, don’t-!”
It was far too late. The red caped Huntress was already lifting, the ancient metal quickly coming apart under her efforts, the chest being wrenched open. And as it was, a bright pink light burst out through the opening, momentarily blinding both women as it flooded the chamber.
‘Thou hath violated our sacred relics, thief…’
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Ruby’s ears – a deep, rumbling baritone that spoke a language she didn’t recognise, and yet somehow understood. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to clear them. “Wh-what? Who’s there?”
“Ruby? Who are you talking to?” Weiss’s call was oddly distant. “Tch, I can’t see!”
But before the Huntress could respond, the mystery voice continued.
‘Thou, who hath no respect for others, shall now be at their mercy!’
‘From this day fourth, thou shalt bear the curse of changing…’
‘Dedicate thine life to kindness, so that those around thee might think well of thee…’
‘Mark well the words of others, thief, for now they control your fate…’
‘… And you theirs…’
Silence returned, just as the blinding afterimage finally faded from Ruby’s eyes. More than a little weirded out, the Huntress looked around, trying to find whoever had just been speaking – but there was no one around – save for a very angry looking Weiss.
“Ruby, you stupid bimbo, what have you done?! Listen to me before you start breaking things next time, there could be priceless… Uh… Ruby?”
But Ruby wasn’t listening – and for once, it wasn’t because of her attention span. No, the instant Weiss had started talking, the raven-haired huntress had felt a flash of pink light shoot through her head, her partner’s words echoing in her ears – Stupid bimbo! Stupid bimbo! Stupid bimbo!
And before she knew what was happening, she’d begun to change.
It started at the top and worked its way down. Her hair shimmered, and then began to turn a warm honey blonde, the colour soaking down her locks like someone had dumped a bowl of bleach over her. In a matter of moments, all trace of her raven colouration had been chased to her tips, and then utterly dissolved into bouncy gold, with a few pink highlights creeping in here and there.
It was a stark change on the outside, but it paled in comparison to the one on the inside. Stupid! Bimbo! Stupid! Bimbo! The words kept repeating themselves, bouncing around Ruby’s stunned brain as everything flooded with pink. And with a steady, irresistible force, like being woken up by the sun shining directly into your eyes, they began to become true. Her thoughts… slowed down, became simpler, smaller, stickier. Suddenly it became really difficult to remember really basic things, like where she was, or why that hot babe with the white hair was yelling at her. Her skills as a huntress, her speed and grace, all vanished in a burst of pink glitter, traded in for an intimate knowledge of sexual positions and a shocking talent for cunnilingus. And in the space of a second, her brain had been utterly bimboed.
And it showed on her face, as well. Her silver eyes glazed, became thick and laden with stupidity, their vapid gaze leaving no doubt as to the state of the hamster wheel spinning around inside her noggin. Her lips parted, plumping slightly as they spread into a slow, stupid grin, a happy sigh slipping through them as she became too dumb to hold any worries in her head. Her now blonde hair glistened as she giggled, the very picture of a bimbo from the neck up.
That wasn’t to last though, as the changes started to spread even further. Ruby had barely finished her giggle before her chest – a rather meagre asset of hers, though obviously still bigger than Weiss’s – began to swell and jiggle. Soon her black corset-like top was straining, and then practically tearing as her breasts moved up through the cup sizes faster than a dedicated first-time alcoholic, popping over the top of her neckline and bulging against the ever-tightening cloth barrier… Until the transformation hit her clothes, too.
Suddenly that neckline was ballooning out as well, though never quite as fast as her boobs, giving her a nice tight canyon of cleavage. Her corset slimmed around her waist, while her top lost practically every other scrap of fabric it had to its name, shrinking down to little more than a fashionable crop top and exposing her smooth belly to the world. Even her cloak got in on the slimming game, splitting down the middle into two lengths of silky red, making sure neither side blocked anyone from getting a good view of her ass.
And speaking of her ass, it certainly wasn’t being left out. Her cheeks filled out, her thighs turning thick and through, while her skirt shrank to barely the width of a belt, all frills and no whistles, and definitely no panties. A sudden blast of hormones set her lower lips dripping, and turned the (former) Huntress into a very jiggly hourglass as her hands started exploring her new body – not even waiting for her changes to finish with a pop when her sensible shoes turned into dizzyingly impractical red high heels on her feet.
“Ooohhhh…” She purred, another giggle still dancing on the edge of her voice. “Ruby feels, like, suuuuper nice right now~” Her breath hitched as one of those exploring hands slid up under her skirt. “Reeeaaaaaalllly niiiiiice~”
In the space of a few seconds, the experienced Huntress had gone from graceful slayer of monster to brainless layer of men – and her partner had gone from annoyed ice queen to stammering mess.
“R-Ruby?!?” Weiss stared with wide eyes. She had no idea how to process what she had just witnessed. Whatever had been in that chest had clearly done something to her partner, but- well, how on earth was she supposed to describe what she was seeing? This could only have been the work of magic, but magic was something she knew precious little about…
Plus, well, Ruby’s boobs were really distracting all of a sudden, so the staring lasted perhaps a little while longer than maybe it should have.
But finally, she broke free of her distraction and rushed forward, her full focus on trying to help her friend. So, naturally, her tongue was practically tripping over itself as she tried to work out what to say. “Ruby, what’s going on?! What happened? How can we fix this? Can, can we undo this, can I get you anything? What do you need?”
And to Ruby, airheaded sexpot whose fingers weren’t coming anywhere close to satisfying her, there was only one answer her simplified mind could provide. Sparkling with desire, her silver eyes locked on her partner, and she gasped her desire. “A dildo!”
It was, quite obviously, not the answer Weiss was expecting. But before she could work out what to do with it, a flash of pink ran through her head, and that decision was made for her.
Dildo! Dildo! Dildo! Just like with Ruby, the word repeated itself in her mind, drumming deeper and deeper into her consciousness. Overwriting her concerns, and flooding over her thoughts. Ruby needed a Dildo. She had to get Ruby a Dildo. She had to be a Dildo.
If anything, the strange process was even more extreme for the white-haired heiress. While Ruby’s thoughts had stupefied, hers were outright flattened, silenced down to the simplest desires to serve and please. A dildo didn’t need to think, after all – it only needed to give pleasure to its owner. Her stammering, struggling synapses were gently but firmly silenced, her questions and confusion vanishing into a haze of unthinking desire.
She wanted to be used. She wanted to be used more than anything she had ever wanted in her entire life.
And her body was happy to respond to that wish as the curse took hold of her fully – her clothes twisting up around her in a spiral. It was a familiar feeling, a lot like Ruby’s speed semblance wrapping around her, but tighter, firmer. The feeling was a delight to the emptyheaded Schnee, who could feel the magic working at her, squeezing her legs together and her arms into her sides, her entire self being moulded, rounded and smoothed. There was nothing but pleasure as she shrank down, the last sound she made being a wanton moan before her face, too, vanished into smooth plastic…
A moment later, and a simple white dildo bounced and clattered across the old stone floor, rolling to a halt at Ruby’s feet. The bimbo cooed with delight and quickly snatched it up, turning it over in eager inspection. It was sized perfectly for its new owner, its curves seemingly designed especially to fit her, and it was only marked with a simple blue snowflake at the base. In short, it was perfect, and the blonde sexpot didn’t hesitate for a moment before shoving it up under her skirt and between her lower lips.
So, for the next good while, the ancient chamber was filled with moans and squeals of delight, as Ruby lay back on the stone steps, her legs spread, and her best friend pistoning in and out of her soaking cunt. A bimbo and a dildo didn’t have much of a reason to do anything else, after all. And indeed, both very simplified women had no desire to spend their time on anything other than the blonde’s pleasure…
But, eventually, all good things must end, and even a bimbo’s stamina has its limits. After one more orgasm – she’d had so many that she’d lost count, though that wasn’t necessarily a high bar to clear – Ruby extracted her wonderful new toy, and planted a happy kiss on its tip, before sliding it away between her breasts, the best pocket she had for it. The dildo, though absently disappointed to be done for the moment, found its empty head quite satisfied with its new resting place, and snuggled in deep.
Then, now thoroughly bored with these ugly old ruins – seriously, there were like, no sexy people here at all – Ruby slowly began to wander her way out of the old stone chamber, and out towards daylight. She’d get lost a few times, of course, but thankfully the two Huntresses had done a good job of wiping out the grimm in this region – eventually, she’d make it back towards civilization, and the rest of her team.
Though by then, the blonde would have completely forgotten pretty much everything that had happened to her, especially the weird old curse she’d never understood in the first place, so interesting times would be afoot. Who would be the next victim of the curse of changing?
Only time would tell…
