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Pyrrha's Plot Part 1: Yang (RWBY multi-Bimbo fic)
🕑 Added 2020-05-20 17:24:41 +0000 UTCWell, DA is changing its layout and Patreon is changing how it calculates taxes, but all seems to be continuing along for the moment, so have another story! This one's the first part of a commissioned series - hope you enjoy
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Their third year of training at Beacon academy was proving to be much like their second – which had, in turn, been a lot like their first. Oh, the challenges were harder – the pile of work even bigger, the fights tougher, the responsibilities greater… But teams RWBY and JNPR were taking to them all with aplomb. The two four man – well, mostly women, actually – groups had their ups and downs, of course, but they were all swiftly proving to be the very best that Beacon could offer as the next generation of Hunters and Huntresses.
Yes, even Jaune. No one was more surprised than he.
The two teams shared a bond, and had done so since the first day of school and their initiation in the emerald forest. Hell, if things had gone a little differently, there could have been any number of combinations of them spread over two groups – Teams like RNWR or JNPR, which would have been a lot harder to pronounce, could have happened instead. And so as if in acknowledgement of that fact, the two groups tended to end up working or playing together most of the time anyway – practically becoming an eight man team instead of four.
They were close. They shared everything. Even stuff that they weren’t supposed to share, like the fact that Blake was a faunus (a princess of a sort, no less!), or that Pyrrha was a maiden (and wasn’t that one hell of a story!). Secrets just didn’t really remain secrets between them. Which could get rather weird and sometimes led to Jaune and Ren feel they were the only men in a world full of very boisterous women, but overall their dynamic worked. They fought together, ate together and – Well, they didn’t sleep together, but there was still enough sexual tension in the air between all of them that there were several college tuitions riding on the bet of which pairing was going to bang first – and the competition was fierce!
Three years had added complications to their dynamic. Like that time Weiss had accidentally caught Pyrrha in the shower and had spent the next three days beet red and unable to speak – a situation Yang had tried to recreate several times ever since. Or the time that Nora and Blake had ended up lost in the desert for two weeks together and had grown unexpectedly attached to one another. Or the time Yang had taken Jaune out as her fake boyfriend as she’d gone cruising around the seediest clubs in the city to find leads on her mother, only to unexpectedly enjoy the experience… Or the time when Ren…
… Look, they were teenagers, basically hormones on legs, this stuff was going to happen.
But yes, they were close. So Yang didn’t think anything was strange when, one day in the third semester, Pyrrha entered the gym that she’d been working out in. Nor was it unusual when she wandered over, waving cheerfully. “Ah, hello again Yang. Enjoying your routine?”
“Oh yeah. I’m on track for beating my old best,” she said, patting the pile of weights at her side. She was sat on one of the many weight lifting benches, dressed in her usual workout garb, a tight pair of black shorts and an equally tight yellow tank top stretched out over her chest. Hey, she had a killer body and she knew it, why shouldn’t she show it off? Though, given the hour, she was actually alone in the room right now. At this sort of time students were usually busy working on homework or out on the town at this time of day, but Yang was a driven woman who enjoyed working up a sweat, so she could often be found pumping iron long after everyone else had left. Not that she was surprised to see Pyrrha – she was the only one aside from herself that she knew trained just as hard – the champion wasn’t one to sit around, even if she’d picked up a few magic tricks along the way. “And then I’m heading right for Beacon’s all time pump record!” She patted the bars on either side of her, the weights waiting for her to start. “I think I got it in the bag… But hey, if you wanna give me a hand I’m not gunna say no to a few punches for good luck.”
Pyrrha laughed. “Yang, I’m not going to help you cheat with your semblance. You’re supposed to do these records without. Unless you’d like me to crush that record and yours at the same time with mine?”
“Uhhh…” Yang chuckled nervously before grabbing the pull bar over her head with both hands and lifting. “No no, that’ll be – ah – okay! I’ll just do it the old fashioned way.”
“That’s what I thought,” the redhead giggled, wandering her way through the gym. She was quite familiar with it having trained here for years, but there was something odd about the way she moved around the equipment today – odd enough that even Yang noticed it. The blonde paused on her third lift, her brow furrowing as she stared at her old friend, trying to place what was different. There was something… It was staring her right in the face… Oh!
“Huh.” She let the weights drop for a moment. “Pyr, did your boobs get bigger?”
The years had been kind to Pyrrha Nikos, her body blossoming from a somewhat lanky teenager to a fully developed woman in her own right. Her well defined muscles and abs complimented by a jackpot win in the chest and hips department, and of course her killer legs (and that wasn’t even hyperbole, she could scythe a grimm’s head off with one kick from those babies) made for an absolute knockout of an idol – which, admittedly, she rather hated… But then, that was just her luck, wasn’t it?
So if she was actually getting even heavier up top, Yang thought, things were just getting plain unfair.
But Pyrrha just blinked and looked down at her, confused. “I’m sorry?” And she reached up, cupping her chest with her hands, a red flush on her cheeks. “No, I don’t think so…?”
But they clearly had. Yang was now more certain of it than ever. Seeing Pyrrha grasp and hold them like that just made it all the clearer – before today, Yang wouldn’t have expected the redhead to have more than a handful of boob on either side – and yet now her palms runeth over, and by a considerable amount. The twins up there had definitely put on some weight, there was absolutely no denying it.
And yet Pyrrha said no? Yang raised an eyebrow. The champion was humble, but it was unlike her to flat out lie – actually she was a pretty lousy liar, when things came right down to it. Pyrrha was much better at misdirection and half-truths, making you think she’d answered your question when she actually hadn’t. Flat out denying an obvious truth? Not her style. Maybe she really was just oblivious.
“Suuuuureee…” She drawled, shaking her head, to the redhead’s obvious confusion. Well if she didn’t want to talk about it, whatever! The girl had the weirdest self esteem issues. “Well either way, you’re not here to train if you’re dressed like that.” Pyrrha was dressed in her normal uniform, black jacket over white shirt and red pleated skirt – not a look ready for the gym at all. “Can I help you with something?”
“Oh, I was looking for Ruby,” the champion admitted easily. “I thought she might have been training on the treadmill, since she’s been going on about how she’s working on getting even faster, but…” They both looked over to a Ruby shaped absence. “I don’t suppose you know where she is?”
“Hmm…” Yang frowned as she thought, dragging the pull bar down and then letting it go back up. “I think Weiss dragged her off for something this morning – or if she’s not there, she might be with Blake in the library, she needs to get her grades up in Ooblek’s class or she’s going to flunk history harder than Cardin flunked his last spar with you.”
“Oh, I don’t know, that would be quite hard to do,” Pyrrha not-so-humbly muttered quietly, before nodding gratefully. “I see – thank you Yang, I’ll go check with them. Good luck breaking your record!”
“Psh.” Yang snorted. “I don’t need luck – have you seen these girls? I’m gunna…. Pyrrha? Are you okay?”
The champion had turned to walk away - and then frozen in place, her arm still half raised for a goodbye wave. She was just standing there, not moving, like a held frame caught in a movie. As the blonde blinked up at her, she thought she saw a shudder run through the redhead’s body – and then the woman was turning back to face her, the oddest expression on her face. “Actually, Yang, maybe you could help me with something else.”
There was an odd tone to her voice – a smooth edge that hadn’t been there before. Soft. Conspiratorial. Gentle, but with a touch of heat. Pyrrha was normally an open and friendly book to read, speaking like her throat was woven with satin was… unusual, for her. The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Uh, sure? What do you need, Pyr?”
“Well…” The redhead leaned over, slowly unbuttoning the top of her shirt. “You mentioned you thought my… chest had gotten bigger, didn’t you?” Her lips were a strawberry smile. “I do feel a bit peculiar. Perhaps you could take a closer look for me?”
“Huh?” Yang blinked, suddenly finding herself staring straight down a loaded cleavage. “Uhhh…”
“Oh, come now Yang.” Pyrrha chuckled, undoing another button. “Don’t be shy. I can trust you with my tits.”
The blonde’s lips were suddenly very dry. Yang had never really considered the champion as a potential partner because the woman was obviously, obviously completely smitten with Jaune, for whatever reason – you’d have to be Jaune to miss that. But that didn’t mean she’d never had fantasies about her… And right now every single one of them was playing out in her head on a high speed loop. She shook her head, desperately trying to dispel them, and in the process completely missed the uncharacteristically crude phrasing her friend had used.
“I-I, uh, yeah! S-sure, I can… Um.” She swallowed and stared, wide eyed, as a third button popped open. Her gym clothes were starting to feel far too warm. “S-shall we go back to your room and…?”
“No, here is fine. We’re all alone, there’s no harm between friends~”
And that might have been enough of a warning flag for even Yang if that hadn’t been the moment the last button slipped out and Pyrrha’s shirt fell open, revealing a complete lack of any kind of bra.
Hormones on legs, remember.
“What do you think, Yang?” The redhead asked, drawing even closer, her bare breasts held not far from the young blonde’s face. “Do they look bigger to you? Take a good long look.”
“I, um, I…” Oh Yang was looking! She was definitely looking! There was no way she was going to do anything else right now. Of course, actually answering Pyrrha’s question was a little difficult right now, on account of her brain having stalled out. For all her talk and bluster, she wasn’t exactly experienced – at least, not when it came to a friend shoving a pair of big ol’ boobs in her face.
“I mean, I’d like to think I’ve had a growth spurt,” Pyrrha continued, gently cupping her breasts, her two index fingers reaching up and stroking around her nipples. “But it’s so difficult to tell. Every time I try to measure I just… lose track. Do you know what I mean? I have to really focus in order to see them properly.” Her fingers pressed inwards lightly, and started pulling her nipples in tight little circles. “But you can help me, right Yang? You can focus on my boobs. You can keep your eyes on all of them, can’t you?”
“Y-yeah…” The blonde nodded, her mouth starting to hang open as she focused on staring at her friend’s breasts. There was something utterly captivating about the view, something that made it impossible for her to look away – not that the thought ever crossed her mind. After all, she had to focus! She had to keep track. Had to… help…
“Good girl.” Pyrrha smirked, though her face was far beyond Yang’s sightline now. “Just focus on my tits. Watch them go around and around…” Her nipples circled around again, her breasts rising and falling with them. “Keep watching. Watching so close. You’re being such a good friend as you watch them circle around, even though it’s so hard… So tiring to watch them go around and around … Every circle making you feel more and more worn… Keeping watching as you start to feel sleepy as they come around again… Keep watching even though your eyes are feeling so heavy… Still watching, Yang?”
“Mmm…hm…” Yang nodded, blinking heavily before forcing her eyes back open. Her eyelids felt so heavy all of a sudden, a strange sleepy feeling washing over her, but she struggled to resist it. She… She needed to help her friend… stare at her tits… Her head was spinning… Spinning just like those beautiful big boobs…
“Such a good girl. But it’s okay now Yang. You can relax.” Relax. “I think they have gotten bigger after all. Thank you so much for the help.” The spinning started to slow, and Yang’s thoughts slowed with it. “Good girl. You can stop now. Stop resisting. Stop thinking. Just relax, Yang, relax, and let your mind fall into my tits, just focus on my tits and-“
Yang pitched forwards, her head dropping down into Pyrrha’s cleavage, her face pressed gently up against her bare boobs.
“Sleep.” Pyrrha sounded amused. A soft snore emerged from the region of her chest, and the blonde went completely limp. Gently, the redhead reached up to stroke her friend’s hair, taking the opportunity to push her in deeper while she was at it. “My, you are a very good girl, aren’t you? Now, whatever shall I do with you…”
The champion pondered for a moment, before smiling. “Well, you did seem quite taken with my chest. Would you like some big boobs of your own, little dragon?” Still petting the blonde, she raised her free hand and called one of the many freehand weights resting in a nearby rack over to her with her semblance. “Not that you’re bad, of course, but we can always do better. How about we make you into a little cow instead?”
In her hand, the weight glowed, her maiden powers wrapping around the heavy metal and morphing it into a new form. It shrank, thinned, and folded in her palm, a shining mass of liquid metal turning from a pair of hefty solid lumps on aa stick into a large, golden cone… a bell. A cow bell, in fact, threaded by a simple collar. Outright magic could be so very useful for things like this.
“Now, Yang, listen closely…” Pyrrha said, turning her pliant blonde just enough so that she could dangle her newest creation by her ear. “This is the sound of your destiny.” She twitched her hand, and the bell rang – a loud, clear sound that echoed between Yang’s empty ears. “Whenever you hear this sound, you’re going to feel that destiny welling up inside you. Your destiny as a sweet. Milky. Brainless. Cow.” She gave the bell another ring for emphasis. “A silly little creature with more boobs than brains, all obedient and dim. That destiny of yours is going to grow stronger every time you hear this bell. And every time it does, your breasts are going to grow bigger, and your brain is going to get smaller, until you’re nothing but a nice, dumb, cow.” She giggled as she clasped the bell collar around the blonde’s neck. Hypnotism was powerful, but her voice was dripping with magic on top of that, enchanting her victim’s body and mind with every word. Yang didn’t have a chance.
It was almost a shame. She was probably the only one who would have appreciated the fact she was being brain drained by a dumbbell.
“Hmmm…” Pyrrha stepped back, finally drawing the entranced blonde out of her cleavage pillows and letting her sway upright, sitting in her weight machine with her eyes closed and drool starting to soak into her tank top. “How to make this more interesting… Ah, I know. Why don’t I give you a little help trying to beat that silly record of yours?”
She raised a hand, and her body glowed as she channelled the power of both her semblance and her maiden magic into the lifting machine around Yang, who didn’t notice, lost in her titty trance, as her clothes disintegrated… or as the device she was sat in was remade into a new shape. Bright orange light spilled out through the gym, her powers reshaping metal and creating new additions to the machine’s structure. Two clear plastic tubes emerged from the shifting morass, snaking around through the air before swinging around and attaching to the blonde’s nipples, their ends puffing up into big transparent suction cups just before they locked on. The machine bulked up, developing a motor and other equipment. Power flowed through it all for a moment, letting the engine rumble, and drawing a soft coo from Yang’s lips as her breasts were pumped.
And then it all stopped. The magic faded, and Pyrrha looked at her design. A little extravagant, perhaps… But she owed Yang that much. With a nod of approval, she stepped in, and raised the blonde’s arms, settling her hands over the pull bar and drawing it down. “Hold on to this now, dear, that’s a good girl.”
And obediently Yang’s fingers gripped down, and held the bar tight.
“There. That should do it. So, without further ado…” She held up a hand and snapped her fingers. “Awake!”
Yang’s eyes fluttered… And then shot open, as she felt a cool breeze flowing over her naked body. “Wait, what the f-“
“Welcome back, Yang~” Pyrrha smiled, buttoning up her shirt. “You’ll be glad to know that I’ve decided I am going to help you achieve your record after all.”
“Pyrrha? What the hell is-“ The blonde started to stand – neglecting to let go of the weight bar, and lifting it up. As it did so suddenly the machinery around her sprang to life, the engine roaring and the pump connected to her tits starting to suck. The blonde gasped – and the bell around her neck rang, a clear, firm clang that reverberated through her body. Immediately her eyes crossed, sinking back down into the machine as her breasts swelled up a cup size. “Is… Is… Ohhhh…”
Her breasts produced a trickle of milk, but as Yang sank back down she pulled the weight bar with her – and the machine drew to a stop. Pyrrha giggled and leaned forward, her arms held behind her back. “Did you like that? Consider it a little bit of motivation. Whenever you hear that bell ring, some of your brains are going to drip down into your tits, giving you the nice big melons you were so jealous of earlier~”
“What?” Yang stared, and then carefully began to rise again, her aura flickering. “What the hell are you-“ But she went still as Pyrrha raised her hand.
“Also – and I thought you would have worked this out already, but I suppose you did just wipe a bunch of points off of your IQ – you’ve been connected up to a milk pump, just perfect for a little cow in the making. And as long as you can hold the bar down, that pump won’t turn on, but every time it starts to rise…”
The redhead lifted a finger, and her semblance pulled the bar up, carrying a confused Yang with it. Instantly the machine started again, dribbles of milky white spurting from the blonde’s nipples. Caught unprepared, the young fighter couldn’t stop herself from bucking in pleasure – nor stop the bell around her neck from ringing once more. Her gasp of pleasure was quickly followed by another moan as her eyes lost focus, her pupils developing slight rings of colour around the edges – a sign of Pyrrha’s magic and its growing hold on her.
Yang could feel it now, though. The creeping emptiness in her brain. The sticky, stuffy, slowness that was starting to fill her skull. It was really happening. Every time the bell rang, she was getting… dumber? It was weird - like her thoughts weren’t forming as fast as she was used to. But… But somehow… It felt really good…
“Y… Yooooooouuu…” She tried to speak again, and then blinked in dull witted confusion. That hadn’t come out the way she’d meant it to. And yet for some reason Pyrrha looked delighted.
“Oh my, was that your first little moo? How cute!” The redhead spoke gently and slowly, her words easily sliding into Yang’s reduced brain. The champion reached down and petted the blonde’s hair, drawing a shy smile. It felt nice…
“Now, Yang, you have a choice to make…” Pyrrha continued, making sure to keep her words small and simple. “Do you want to be a weight lifter? Or a happy little moo cow? Which one’s your destiny? Hm?”
The blonde brawler blinked up at her. Pyrrha’s soft words and her own sticky brain made it hard to remember what was going on – that her friend was doing something bad to her. Everything just felt so warm and nice and confusing…
Luckily, the redhead seemed to sense her difficulty. “Ahh, can’t decide? Well then it’s a good thing I set up this test, hm? Don’t you worry Yang, we’ll sort this out for you. I’ll just keep adding weights to the machine until you beat your record! And if you do, I’ll turn you back and we’ll forget allll about this little dalliance. But if you get tired, or just want to feel good, you can let go at any time~ And if you do, we’ll ring that little bell of yours until there’s nothing left but cow, and we’ll forget all about you ever being anything else. Sound good?”
Yang’s eyes fluttered, a swirl of colour lazily traveling from her pupil to her eyelids for a moment before her head cleared. What… What had Pyrrha just said? There’d been so much of it and her mind was so slow. She felt like she was still five sentences back. But she could tell something was about to happen, something she should… stop? Or… didn’t she want to feel good? Pyrrha was her friend, right? She wouldn’t do anything bad…
“W-wait…” She managed, her brow wrinkling as she tried to concentrate. “I don’t… Un-understand…”
“Oh. Well.” Pyrrha’s eyes flashed with a sinister malice that shot right over Yang’s head as the champion used her semblance to lift another weight and hold it over the machine. “Get used to that.”
Then she dropped it, and the heavy metal block fell into place in the machine on top of all of the others – and yanked Yang’s arms up as the pull bar shot towards the roof. The blonde’s stumbling objections were silenced instantly as the bell around her neck rang out, her tits swelling out to almost the size of her own head as, ironically, the inside of her own head shrank in inverse proportion. Her brain had been sticky but now it was practically stuck. Even the simple thoughts of twenty seconds ago seemed ludicrously complex now.
But none of that mattered, because a moment later the pump switched back on, forcibly sucking a steady stream of thick milk out of the blonde’s massive tits. The pleasure was mindblowing, and Yang rocked in her seat, drawing another Clang from the bell and pumping her tits even bigger, the flow of milk almost doubling as Pyrrha watched. “M-M-MOOOOOOOOOO!”
By the time she’d calmed down, sinking back into her chair and pulling the bar with her, the blonde was openly drooling, her mouth hanging open in a wide, dumb smile, her eyes filled with a swirling rainbow of spiralling colours, and a soak stain was spreading quickly on the seat beneath her from the juices dripping freely between her legs. There wasn’t a trace of confusion or anger in her expression – just blissful enjoyment. Her mind was almost completely empty.
Pyrrha wasn’t going to be done with almost. “Oh, did you like that?” She asked, speaking even slower now as she gave the cowgirl in the making a gentle hair ruffle. The words didn’t matter now – just the tone. “Did it feel good to turn your brains into boobs? I bet it did… Look at you. Such a cute drooling moron.” She giggled, and blonde mooed again, nuzzling up against her hand. “Let’s settle this once and for all, shall we Yang? There’s only one weight left. If you can hold that handle down, you’ll beat your record, and I’ll turn you back. But if you want to be a good girl, if you want to be a soft, gentle, stupid, fat titted slut for the rest of your life…” She stroked the girl’s hair and lowered herself to look directly into her eyes. “Then Let. Go.”
Inside Yang’s pea-sized brain, she’d all but given up on things making sense. Everything was a confusing blur of sound and colour, and she was just too stupid to even remember that it had ever been another way. But she liked the red headed girl! She was nice. Words floated in her mind when she looked at her. Pyrrha. Friend. O-owner? She didn’t really know what they meant, but she knew they were good. So when a clear command from the red girl slid in through her ears and hit her right in the pea, she didn’t think twice – or even once, really.
She let go.
And her reward was instant. Even as the weights crashed down behind her and her arms sank down to hang limply at her sides, the pump was going into action. Each suck felt wonderful, her sensitivity having grown even faster than her breasts, and the feeling of release as rivers of milk burst free of her teats in reward was the most freeing thing she’d ever felt, relieving her of a pressure she hadn’t even been aware of. She couldn’t help but “MOO!” in joy at the sensation.
But there was no clank of the bell.
Even as dumb as she was now, Yang thought that strange. It had always happened before. Even as her body shook and sang, her eyes fluttered open – only to see her golden bell hanging before her, held up by the nice red headed lady who’d made her feel so good…
“What a good cow you’re going to be,” she hears. And then, between the woman’s dainty fingers, the bell rang and rang and rang…
The sound hit Yang right between the ears, and turned what little was left of her mind into milky mush, flowing down into her tits and then pumped out of her completely as her breasts fattened and quivered. From her head, two little horns sprouted, quickly poking up through her blonde locks, while a long, thin tail topped by a tuft of blonde hair grew out of the base of her spine, waving in the air slowly.
Finally, the pump stopped. The ringing stopped. The cow settled, sitting in a machine she no longer understood, staring blankly ahead with an empty smile on her face. Her eyes were empty of all but the colourful spiral that controlled her now. Her tits were massive perhaps three or four times the size of her head, still shiny from the coating of drool they’d gotten. Her teats dripped with small rivulets of milk still, even as the pump ‘popped’ away, freeing her chest at last. Her tail hovered over her shoulder, swaying in the breeze.
There was no doubt what this woman was. She was a cow – and nothing more.
And Pyrrha smiled. “There,” she said, clipping the cow bell back into its proper place around Yang’s neck. “I’m afraid you didn’t make the record, dear, but I think it worked out nicely anyway. Aren’t you so much happier like this?”
The words just sailed in one ear and out the other, but the cow “Moooo”ed contently anyway, which got her a nice petting and a squeeze of her tits.
“Good girl. Good cow.” The champion smiled. “Now why don’t we go and see what your teammates think of your new calling?”
There was only one response to give.
“Moo~”
