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RWBY Massage Parlour Part 3 (RWBY Hypno/TF)
🕑 Added 2022-07-06 17:00:07 +0000 UTCThe streets of Atlas were cold, and they were about to get colder. Cinder Fall was going to make sure of it.
The sinister Fall Maiden had been in the city for months, now, despite all of the precautions that the military had taken to keep her out. In the shadows, she’d been able to work her own particular brand of magic – both figurative and literal – without interruption or detection, aided by her illusion wielding assistants, Emerald and Neo. And now? The city was on the verge of collapse. Deliciously literally. The flying capital of Atlas, and its sister under-city Mantle, would a real worlds-collide moment, once she finally plucked the relic keeping Atlas in the air from its vault…
And along with the two cities, Cinder would finally have revenge on the most persistent thorns in her side, team RWBY. Yes, she was well aware that one of the most infamous huntress teams in Remnant was in the city – she’d been taking pains to explicitly avoid them, especially their leader Ruby Rose, with her silver eyes and ridiculous curves.
To this day, Cinder wanted to refuse to acknowledge the trouble that that bunch of bimbos had caused her, seemingly taking breaks from their lusty liaisons only to interfere with her plans… But those who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it. Somehow, despite bodies and sensibilities more fit for pornstars than for warriors (at least, in Cinder’s opinion), the forthright foursome would ruin everything unless she took them seriously – so, take them seriously she would. They wouldn’t be an issue this time, she’d already taken steps to see that-
“Um, Cinder? Are you okay?”
Suddenly, the visions of her vicious revenge vanished like a puff of smoke, the Fall Maiden blinking as she was returned to the real world – to the cold streets of Atlas, not yet consumed by flames and devastation. “Hm? I’m fine, why?”
Emerald Sustrai was looking at her nervously. “You were looking kind of intense. Thinking hard about something?”
Cinder smirked. “Just plotting out the last few details for tomorrow’s big event. I must say, I’m looking forward to the fireworks – aren’t you?”
The tanned thief rubbed the back of her neck. “Oh, of- of course! But come on, boss, we’ve already gone over everything. This is our last chance to relax, you know? You’ve been working so hard, you deserve a little time off before the big day. You don’t need to be thinking about that stuff all the time.”
“Hmmm, I suppose…” To be honest, Emerald had spent a lot of time on this point, concerned for her mentor’s health. Cinder did tend to fixate on her goals, and it had been an awfully long time since she’d truly allowed herself to rest properly. Dreams of her revenge on those big boobed do-gooders had kept her up at night for many a long evening, since they’d interrupted her scheme during Beacon’s destruction and-
“Really.” The green haired woman’s face popped into Cinder’s one-eyed view, smiling reassuringly. “Just give yourself one day to enjoy the finer things, right? Take it from me, it’ll make things go smoother all around.”
The Fall Maiden sighed, a little irritated but accepting the point none the less. “Oh very well. This is our last chance to enjoy Atlas’s luxury before it goes up in flames. We may as well indulge. I will try not to let myself be distracted from that. Now, where is this salon you’ve been begging me to try all month?”
“It’s just down here.” Emerald grinned and beckoned for her leader to follow her down the snow-swept street, towards a white building up ahead. “The Faire Massage Parlour. It’s supposed to be really good – a lot of my underworld contacts recommended it. Apparently they’re good at not asking questions and even better at keeping their secrets to themselves.”
“Hmm.” The raven-haired woman sounded non-committal. “That’s something, I guess.”
“Oh come on, Cinder.” Again, Emerald flashed her a winning smile. “You’ve worked hard. Don’t you deserve a good pampering?”
The Fall Maiden paused, and then chuckled, following after her assistant with an amused expression on her face. “A good pampering, you say? You know, when you put it like that, maybe I do…”
And as the two continued down the street, leaving tracks in the snow, they missed a nondescript figure a few blocks back following them – her pink and brown eyes watching their journey with bored ambivalence.
Neo Politan had been given nothing to do for weeks now – a dangerous trend for a mischievous girl like her. Hopefully sneaking after these two would provide her a chance for a little entertainment~
…
“Welcome!” A friendly blonde at the reception desk greeted the pair as they entered with a friendly smile. “You two are the Jasmine booking, right?”
Cinder glanced at Emerald out of the corner of her eye. “You scheduled our appointment under ‘Jasmine’?”
The thief just shrugged. “I like the name. But yes, that’s us!”
“Perfect. You’re right on time. Now, let’s see…” The receptionist picked up a Schnee-pad and tapped through her scheduler. “You’re booked for a pair of Full Course Treatments! That covers hair, massages, manicures, facials – the works! The two of you are in for a treat~”
“Oh really?” Cinder nodded in approval. “That does sound lovely. Perhaps this place deserved the recommendation…”
At her side, Emerald’s face brightened. It was rare to see her Mentor looking so pleased. Apparently, the thief’s plan was already paying dividends! What a relief.
And behind them, her semblance cloaking her to the point of invisibility, Neo rolled her eyes. So this was the secret thing the two of them were sneaking off to? How dull. Well fine – let the princesses have their pampering. A big place like this was bound to have something interesting to mess around with. Or something expensive to steal. Either or.
With a shrug, she slipped away, her footsteps barely louder than a whisper as she vanished off down a corridor into the salon. Surely, she could find some entertainment in here somewhere.
“Well, if you’d just like to step this way…” The receptionist guided her new guests towards their first step, down a hall on the left – but as they walked ahead, her eyes slid over to the hall on the right, where Neo had wandered, an amused smirk briefly flickering on her lips.
…
Cinder and Emerald were swiftly ushered into a cozy room, filled with scented candles, scenic landscape paintings hanging on the walls, and sat down in a pair of plush leather chairs, with a set of salon accessories attached to the back, including a sink and a flexible showerhead. Great white sheets were thrown around them to cover their clothes from and splashes, and tied snugly at the neck. No one asked any questions about the arm that Cinder kept stubbornly covered, which the Maiden was pleased to realise. This place really was as ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ as advertised.
The salon attendant’s touch was certainly gentle as her hair was lifted over the back of her chair and slowly wet down with temperate water from the shower head. Beside her, she could hear Emerald sigh as the same was done to her, and she had to suppress a giggle. The younger woman was far too open with her emotions sometimes – something they’d have to work on later, she suspected.
But for now, she could just lose herself in the relaxing sensations, enjoying the feeling of being pampered as she felt delicate fingers start to massage shampoo into her hair, a gentle tingling feeling dancing along her scalp.
“So, is this your first time here?” The stylist working on her, a woman she’d not really paid any attention to – at least, not enough to be able to recall what she looked like now she had her eye closed – started to speak. A flutter of annoyance rolled through Cinder’s mind, her serene expression twitching slightly, but then another wave of tingles washed it away.
“Mmm, yes…” The Fall Maiden nodded her head very slightly, careful not to disrupt the wonderful treatment her hair was receiving. “We thought we’d give it a try…”
“Great! Well I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Maybe you’ll even become a couple of regulars, hm?”
“Aha…” Cinder couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, no, that won’t be possible.”
“Oh no?” The stylist was massaging thicker and thicker cream into her raven locks, the tingling spreading deeper and deeper into her head. “Why’s that?”
“Ah…” The Fall Maiden’s brain stalled, waves of relaxation still washing over it, making it surprisingly hard to think. She felt like she’d said something she shouldn’t have, but every time she tried to recall what, her head would tingle and she’d lose track of what she was thinking. “B… Because…”
A gentle finger pressed against her lips as the stylist giggled. “Oh, never mind. No need to think so deeply. This is your special time. Relax. Let us take care of you.”
No need to think… Relax…
“How about you, sweety?” The stylist working on Emerald’s voice tickled her ears like a soft melody, fingers still working her hair with practiced care. “How do you like your treatment?”
“Nnn… Huh…?” The thief’s voice, meanwhile, was much less melodious – a dazed groan and a slack jaw her only response, her normally sharp eyes already thickly glazed. She was, after all, even less used to getting the royal treatment than Cinder was. A few dollops of shampoo was more than enough to knock her brain for six, pleasant tingles sparkling where normally her thoughts would reside.
The stylist didn’t seem to mind. “That’s a good girl. You just sit back and listen, hm?”
Good girl… Listen…
“How about we tell a little story, to help your minds drift away?”
“A nice little tale to take in as you relax…”
The two stylists giggled again as they began to talk in sync, alternating lines without a moment’s hesitation or stutter. Together, they added conditioner to the mind melting mix on their client’s heads, delighting in the moans and sighs of their captive audience.
“We came from a world so very far away…”
“Across an ocean of magic and wonder…”
“Such things we have seen you could never imagine…”
“Like infinity and trees made of thunder!”
Both women moved as one, sliding behind their clients and intensifying their conditioning. Even as they continued to tell their tale, they had to speak louder to be heard over the growing moans of the women under their ministrations.
“We are the fae, and we came to delight…”
“We came to grant warmth, joy, desire…”
“To this rock, your home, we granted our gifts…”
“And stoked flames of lust ever higher!”
All Cinder and Emerald could do was nod along, their brains already blanked by bliss, their slack jawed faces trailing small puddles drool onto the sheets that covered their bodies. By now even the mighty Fall Maiden couldn’t resist their touch, her eyes just as empty and glazed as her underling’s.
“We don’t mean you harm, no perish the thought…”
“Come from love are the changes we’ve made…”
“But when we find souls that have swallowed the dark…”
“Well we break out old tricks of the trade!”
There was more giggling as the stylists moved on to their next trick, gently but firmly spreading a sparkling blue cream over the two women’s faces, helping them close their slack jaws and removing Cinder’s eyepatch in the process. For a moment, the stylist working on her gingerly examined the old scar over her left eye, before spreading the cream over that too, and finishing the look off with a pair of cucumber slices over the eyes themselves.
“You, darling, delight in your power over all…”
“In their suffering and their pain is your joy…”
“While you dear, you help her, without doubt or question…”
“And you’ve turned into evil’s new toy!”
Soon, the pair laid utterly limp in their chairs, every single tension and thought wrung out of them by the heavy scalp massage, resting quietly beneath heavy facemasks that made their faces feel peculiar and warm…
“We can’t well have that now, you’ll spoil our fun…”
“This world’s happiness is all that we crave…”
“Your schemes we’ll put stop to, and evil we’ll halt…”
“By changing you this world we shall save!”
Their story at last coming to a lilting finish, the two stylists winked at one another, before finally washing the last of the suds out of their client’s hair. It took a surprisingly long time, but neither Cinder nor Emerald really minded, both smiling blankly, lost in utter relaxation. Nor did they mind when they were gently lifted out of their chairs, their hair now trailing from their heads all the way down past their asses in thick, flowing waterfalls of beautiful, styled locks. Passively they stood, masks still covering their faces, as the sheets covering their clothes were stripped away – quickly followed by the rest of their clothes, leaving both women utterly naked…
Before once again, they were lifted and lovingly carried off to the next stage of their makeover.
…
Neo was lost. She wasn’t sure how that had happened, exactly, but this building was apparently much bigger on the inside than it looked. A few curious turns and twists, and now she had no idea where the exit was. The fact didn’t much bother her, honestly – she’d find the exit eventually, she was sure – but it did lend a certain edge of excitement to her exploration. Just what sort of things might she find in such a deceptive place?
It was a soft sound that drew her up short. Snoring? Was someone sleeping nearby? She hadn’t seen anyone since she’d slipped past the front desk. Did they have a nap room back here or something?
Curiosity flaring up even higher than before, the diminutive criminal looked around for the source. It didn’t take her long to find it – a door left half open, just a little way down the hall. Having little else better to do, Neo crept forward and peered inside, pushing the door just wide enough to stick her head around it and take a proper look. What she saw was…
… Willow Schnee?
The criminal illusionist blinked, more than a little surprised to see one of the wealthiest women in the world snoring away, laying face down on a massage table and alone in the room. Huh. Had her attendant left her to sleep after she got a massage? She was definitely rich enough to get special treatment like that, wasn’t she…
With a smirk, Neo pushed the door open and strolled inside, taking the view in. Willow’s massage had clearly been the up close and personal kind, since she wasn’t wearing a scrap of clothing. Her huge breasts were on full display, reminding the criminal of Yang Xiao Long, the Schnee’s chest impressively being only a few shades smaller than the famous busty blonde. But those, of course, had nothing on the infamous Schnee ass, a legendary genetic trait that gave all Schnee women truly massive dump truck behinds. Weiss, Neo knew from experience, had inherited that particular Schnee gift – but now, seeing the mother in all of her glory, the criminal had to admit that the daughter had nothing on the older generation. The woman had cheeks the size of beanbags! But, of course she did – that was what she was famous for, after all…
Wait… Was she? Neo blinked and frowned for a moment, suddenly uncertain. Was the matriarch of the Schnee family really famous for…
… For her giant ass! Well yeah, duh, of course she was! Neo shook herself, rolling her eyes. What was she thinking, forgetting something everyone knew like that? Maybe she was more tired than she’d thought.
Head finally clear, the criminal refocused herself on what was important here – that bigass butt! Hah, Willow Schnee clearly spent all day doing nothing but drinking and lazing around on her behind, and dear lord did it ever show. Well, since Neo was here now, why not take advantage of such an inviting opportunity? She’d certainly never get the chance to mess around with a woman like this again, would she?
With a silent giggle, the small thief hopped up onto Willow’s table and, with all the grace of a skilled technical fighter, set herself down between those two massive cheeks of hers, laying back like she’d found the most comfortable bed imaginable. You weren’t likely to find a more expensive one in the world, at least! Drunk rich heiress blubber was priced at a premium, as she recalled.
But simply lying around wasn’t Neo’s plan. No, she planned to enjoy herself to the fullest, laying her arms out and seeing how far around these gigantic globes she could reach. It turned out to be about half way. Though even more interesting was the sound Willow made when Neo gave her flesh a squeeze at the edge of her reach…
“Oooohhh… Winter…”
Oho! Winter? Was the lovely lady Willow dreaming of her eldest daughter? Well now wasn’t that interesting? With another silent laugh, Neo decided she wanted to see just what else she could learn from the Schnee’s sleeping lips. Reaching out, she nice big handfuls of assflesh, and started to grope.
The reaction was immediate, moans spilling from Willow’s mouth, while Neo’s seat started to shake and quiver, the woman’s legs squirming and rubbing together. “A-ahhh, yes, Winter! Mmm, just like that…”
The criminal grinned, and then summoned up her semblance, creating an extra two sets of arms out of her back to stroke and fondle even harder. Soon, the Schnee’s whole body was starting to shake.
“Mm! Ahh! Ohh, good girl, Weiss, good girl!”
Oh! Ooooh, wow, Weiss too, huh? Ah, that made sense – Weiss was definitely enough of a slut to be interested. Clearly, she inherited it all from her mother! Ha, this was hilarious~
Grope grope grope~
“Ooh… Ooooohh! Weiss! Your fingers…!”
Grope grope grope~!
“Ooooh! Ah! Ahh! Winter, your tongue!”
Grope grope grope!!!
“Ah! Ngh! G-girl, I- I-… Ah- AHHH!!!”
With a high-pitched cry, the Schnee’s body went tense – and then Neo quickly dodged out of the way as the woman’s juices started squirting, a small puddle of lust quickly developing on the massage table between her thick thighs. It seemed the thief had managed to give the woman quite the wet dream.
Hah! Wasn’t that a turnup for the books? The wealthiest woman in the world being gotten off by a common criminal~ Although, admittedly, Neo didn’t think of herself as all that common these days. Still, that was definitely the kind of entertainment she was looking for – what a joke! For a moment, the diminutive thief pondered doing more with the Schnee, but… Nah. She’d had her fun. Time to see what else this place had to offer.
Leaving Willow the stew in her own juices, the pink-haired brunette stepped out of the massage room with a smile on her face…
Only for her eyes to go wide as a hand came out of nowhere and grip tight around her arm. What? Had someone seen through her illusion?!
“My my my.” A woman smiled down at her frostily. For a moment, Neo thought she was the one from reception, but this one had ebon black hair, not blonde… Though, there were no other differences she could detect. “Don’t you know it’s rude to be snooping around, little one?”
…
Cinder and Emerald lay back on their massage tables, oblivious to the world. Their minds were empty, relaxed and open to the core, like placid lakes undisturbed save by ripples of pleasure. Their bodies were equally relaxed, equally open – and utterly at the mercy of their masseuses, who even now were kneading and stroking their flesh into wonderful new shapes. Their hips were inched in, while their behinds had swollen out, and even now their breasts were steadily growing out to compete. Their faces, still buried under a lather of facemask cream, never so much as twitched. Even the Maiden’s arm, once blackened by the magic of the grim, had been treated and restored to its once human form, a double of the arm across from it.
“You must love being spoiled, don’t you dear?” Words whispered into Cinder’s ear, echoing through her head as another grope of her tits drew a low moan from her lungs. “You’re a regular little princess, wanting to be waited on hand and foot. Such a greedy girl, entitled to everything you see – what you want, when you want it. But really, what you actually want is a firm hand. Someone to keep you in line, someone to discipline you when you’re naughty, and lead you by the leash in life. Someone to spank that slutty ass of yours when you step out of line~”
If the Fall Maiden’s mind was a lake, then the misuse’s words were a stone, dropping right to the centre of her deepest depths, changing the landscape just by existing. The mountains of her pride and lust for power melted away, erased by an unending siege of pleasure, as if the fingers moulding her body were equally moulding her soul. The strong, confident mastermind was being remade, bit by bit, into a submissive prissy princess, and she loved every second of it.
“Don’t worry, Lady Cindy. Just relax, and go with the flow. You’ll meet your owner soon enough.”
Cindy’s only response was to moan as she came. On her chest, an amber gem sparkled, slowly drawing in the magic of Fall that leaked from the Maiden’s body with every climax…
On the other table, Emerald was receiving her own life altering advice.
“It was good that you brought your friend here. She’s so utterly useless without you to take charge, isn’t she? So young and foolish – in need of a good firm hand to keep her in line. Your firm hand. And you love that, don’t you? Your very own pet princess – someone for you to dote on and spoil whenever she behaves… And someone for you to discipline and control whenever she doesn’t. You love having that kind of power over someone. You love having someone so eager to please your ego. She’s the perfect companion for a rich, high society socialite like you~”
Emerald twitched, the tanned thief’s thick thighs spasming slightly as the very thought of a desperately submissive Cinder with her head buried between her legs drove the girl to climax. Just the thought of her beloved teacher looking at her in such a way… No, Emerald didn’t resist for a moment as her past as a thieving street rat was washed away, replaced with the upbringing of a wealthy noble. She was far too lost in delight to even dream of such a thing.
“Rest well, Lady Emeraude,” the voice continued to whisper. “Your pet will need your firm guidance before you know it.”
…
The streets of Atlas felt a little warmer, once the latest two figures to make use of the salon’s services stepped out into them. It was as if some long hanging cursed had been lifted, allowing warmth to return, just a little, to the city that so desperately needed it.
The two stepping outside didn’t notice that, of course, still a touch too relaxed to snap out of their trances. In fact, there was a lot they didn’t notice. They didn’t notice, for instance, how Emerald’s face had matured beneath her facial mask, acquiring a sharp look of wisdom and confidence that had never so much as flickered in her eyes before today. Nor did they notice that the street rat’s clothes had been replaced with an expensive green Atlesian dress, coupled with a thick fur coat to keep out the cold, as befit her noble status, framing her long green hair perfectly as it shimmered behind her. There was no mistaking this woman as anything other than a wealthy socialite of Atlas.
And naturally, they failed notice that Cinder’s face had been treated to the opposite service to her partner’s – her features having lost years by the bunch, leaving her looking just as young and naïve as the vapid look in her eyes made her seem. And it was both eyes that shone with that light, of course – the facial cream having washed away her scar just like the rest of her past. She, too, had had a change in wardrobe, her dark robes switched out for a long scarlet dress from one of the finest tailors in the city, embroidered with rich metals and gems. Her jacket was equally fashionable and pretty – though perhaps a little too thin to withstand the cold weather for long, having been chosen for style over substance, a typical mistake for a princess to make, though it did make her long raven locks look good. She too was clearly a woman of wealth – though, perhaps, a less sensible one than the iron lady at her side.
Beneath those clothes, their bodies had changed as well, though no one was ever going to think so. Their asses had plumped – with Cinder’s being a few sizes larger than Emeralds – and their tits had expanded – while here, Emerald’s grand knockers were king. Soft and servile, their forms oozed a sensual seduction that one would typically only associate with a certain team of Huntresses, even as they both stood blankly on the street, their minds slowly struggling to wake…
A struggle that finally ended when the bracing cold wind of the street hit them full on.
Lady Emeraude was the first to come back to herself, shaking her head to clear it before looking around. Where… Ah, yes, of course. Just outside the Faire Massage Parlour. Yes, she remembered now. The Atlesian noble took a moment to examine herself, fresh in the glow of a good massage. The ladies of the parlour had done damn fine work, she had to admit. She felt almost ten years younger! Now, where was… Ah, there.
“Cindy,” she snapped, clicking her fingers in front of her companion’s face. “Don’t just stand around on the street. Come, we’ve a home to be getting back to.”
Lady Cindy blinked, startled, and then looked around. “Oh! Sorry, Lady Emeraude,” she apologised with a nervous giggle. “I spaced out for a second there.”
“I noticed,” Emeraude sighed. “A bad habit you’re developing. We’ll have to work on that later, I suspect. But for now, let’s just get home. I don’t want to stand around in this weather.”
“Sure thing,” Cindy agreed easily. And then… “Although I would like to stop at the jewellers on the way back and maybe pick up some new earrings to make my-”
Smack!
The raven haired noble squeaked as an experienced hand landed square on her ass. “I said we’re going home, Dear. And once we get there, I can tell you need a reminder of who is in charge around here.”
“Ooooh,” Cindy practically melted. “At once, Mistress Emeraude!”
“Not in public, pet.”
And as the two walked away, returning back to their lives as thriving wealthy socialites that, as far as they (and anyone else) knew, they had always had, the memory of Cinder Fall and Emerald Sustrai hovered on the breeze. Without their mistress, the plans the two had so carefully laid were soon destined to fall apart, with Atlas never to realise how close it had come to destruction. No one would ever work out what had become of the pair, a mystery that would bother the forces of good and evil for some time yet, before they inevitably moved on.
And thus, a memory they would remain, forever more.
…
“A happy ending,” the Salon’s Manager chuckled, watching the duo walk away on a large monitor in her office, charmed by the work her people had done. “A darker pair you’d be hard pressed to find in this world, but look at them now – just happy, sexy sluts, off to spread a bit more joy to the city. Definitely an improvement, wouldn’t you say?”
She turned, leaning on her desk, and looking at the short woman sat across from her with a frown. “Which just leaves the question of what to do with you…”
Neo stared back at her with a scowl on her face. She’d been brought to this office not long after she’d been caught, her aura and semblance no longer responding to her command. From here, she’d been given a front row seat to watch what had become of the two women she’d followed in here, observing in silence (because of course she did) as they were transformed so much that she hardly recognised the pair walking away on screen, despite watching the changes every step of the way.
It had become kind of clear that she was in over her head here.
“Now normally…” The Manager continued, shrugging one shoulder – and again, Neo was confused and disturbed to notice just how identical all of the woman who worked here looked. This one had silver hair, and that seemed to be the only difference. Could it really be true what they’d said? Were they really fae? “Normally, we would have just had you join those two. Slutted you up, maybe given you a fun shortstack thing going, maybe made you another one of Emeraude’s pets, and sent you on your slutty way. But…”
She paused, and Neo swallowed. After seeing what had become of Cinder and Emerald, she had no doubt that this woman could do exactly what she said. Normally, that kind of threat would be met with violence, but with her aura somehow suppressed, she doubted she’d get very far. Right now, her best bet was to hear them out – which meant this long silence was definitely unnerving her far more than she wanted to admit.
“… But,” the Manager finally continued, “I sense something in you. A spark of love, even if it’s been twisted into rage. A touch of mischief in your soul, perfect for playing with the minds and hearts of others. A dash of chaos in your heart, enjoying the world on your own terms.”
The woman looked Neo square in the eye. “Your encounter with Miss Schnee wasn’t ignored. You played her body like a musician would an instrument. I think she rather enjoyed your visit – and I believe you enjoyed it as well.” She folded her hands together on the desk. “Had you tried to harm her, of course, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, and your fate would be far less kind than the two who just left. But you didn’t. Instead, you simply sampled the pleasures of her new form.”
“So, with that in mind, I see potential in you. Perhaps redemption. Perhaps something even greater. But ultimately, what I see in you, Neo Politain, is a woman who would make a fantastic fae.” She smiled, and then offered her hand. “What do you say? Would you like to become one of us, and do to others what we’ve done to them? Spread sex and joy throughout the cosmos?”
Neo blinked. That had been the last kind of offer she’d expected. Could she really learn these people’s techniques? Would it really be so simple? She bit her lip in thought, her eyes flickering again to the big screen showing Cindy and Emeraude.
“Yeah, your other option is going out the same door they did,” the Manager admitted with a shrug. “How does Lady Nia Sluttington sound to you as a name?”
… Well, when she put it like that, what choice did she have? Neo sighed once, and then reached forward and shook the woman’s hand.
The Manager grinned. “Welcome on board.”
As she spoke, Neo suddenly became aware of a few things. It was as though some grand illusion cast over her senses had just been broken, and she was seeing things as they were for the first time. Things like the pointed ears on all the staff members of the Salon, who definitely looked like fae now. Or the incredibly exaggerated curves that each one sported, with tits and asses that no human could ever hope to possess. Even Willow’s curves paled in comparison – those things were bigger than Neo was!
“Our kind believes that ridiculous curves bring ridiculous happiness,” the Manager explained, as she, with a flick of her wrist, flipped the captive criminal up and over her desk, dropping her down into her lap – or rather, into her cleavage, which risked swallowing the ice-cream haired woman whole. “And that a fantastical race bears fantastical proportions~ Our glamours normally keep people from noticing how far back we’re standing, and how big we are, but now that you’re one of us those won’t affect you anymore. Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to it. But let’s get you started, shall we?”
Neo, of course, wanted to ask questions – or perhaps start running – but it was far too late for that. Caught between two giant tits, she could barely even struggle as the Manager’s hands closed in on her, banishing her clothes with a flick of her fingers. And then the very thought of struggling was banished along with them, as the most powerful fae in the entire Salon began massaging her directly, her magic quickly spurring the small criminal – and new fae – to grow. Soon her tits and her cheeks were all bigger than her head… And showing no sign of slowing down, even as Neo’s eyes rolled up in her head as she passed out from sheer pleasure overload, juices dripping out of her all over the Manager’s lap – her ears slowly turning tall and pointed, poking out through her multi-coloured hair.
“Hee, she’ll be a great fit,” the elder fae nodded, giving one of the other Salon employees a wink. “I think I’ll take some time and give her some real curves before we send her off to the training site. Our next appointment isn’t for a while, right?”
“Right.” The other fae nodded, looking ahead through the schedule. “You have plenty of time. Our next booking is a group one, though, so you’ll want to be ready for that. Team ‘JNPR’, it says here.”
“Ahhh, yes.” The Manager chuckled, and then moaned as Neo’s unconscious squirming rubbed up against her boobs. “Another fun set, I’m sure~”
“Definitely.” The fae nodded. “Oh, and before I forget…” She plucked something from her pocket, and set it on the Manager’s desk. A bright amber gem.
The elder fae smiled at the sight. “Perfect.” Her eyes glinted. “Now whatever shall I do with you…?”
The power of the Fall Maiden had no answer, of course, glinting silently on her desk. But the Manager didn’t doubt that she’d find a nice, sexy use for them before too long.
She really couldn’t wait~
