RWBY's Adult Merchandise (Part 1) (Patreon)

Hey folks! Here's part 1 of an anonymous commission for team RWBY to be turned into sex toys! Hope you enjoy.

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(Contains sex toy TF. All characters are 18+)

The Atlas night air was crisp and cutting as the four heroes charged through it, hurrying down street after dimly lit street, frost scattering between the concrete slabs as four sets of feet pounded pavement. Not a word was exchanged between the four members of team RWBY – they’d been working together for over five years now, since their academy days at beacon, and they were as in sync as a team of hunters could be. With a glance, their leader instructed one of their number to scout the rooftops above, and the dark haired, cat eared faunus complied easily, jumping from the ground to a lamp post to the roof with all the grace of a ballerina. She was back a moment later, a nod telling the others what she’d seen. Their prey was still close.

Up ahead, the image of a small woman dressed in pink and white appeared against the dark shadows of the city night. She smirked, and gave the group a taunting wave, before darting into an alleyway and vanishing. The blonde among their number growled – Yang had a history with this one. A stern glare from Ruby, though, quelled her temper. There would be time for that sort of thing later. Right now she was on the hunt, and her rage wasn’t going to blind her to that.

Neo wouldn’t escape them – not this time. And once she’d been captured, Cinder wasn’t going to be far behind. The two of them had been thorns in the team’s side for long enough – tonight they were going to put an end to things once and for all.

Their chase led through alley after alley, slowly and steadily weaving away from the more well known parts of the city, into the industrial areas where no one went at this time of night. That was fine for the heroes. It meant there’d be less chance of anyone getting hurt in the crossfire.

And then… it ended. The four stood before a dark gate, a large factory towering over them on the other side of it. Of Neo, there was no sign.

“You think she went in?” Yang asked, her eyes glowing faintly. She wasn’t even going to consider giving up the chase.

“Definitely,” Blake confirmed, nodding to her partner. “I saw her slip inside. The door’s probably locked, but I can find another way in if you give me a minute.”

But Ruby shook her head. “No need. Weiss, can you handle the lock for us?”

The former heiress chuckled, her glyphs already appearing around her outstretched hand. “Me? Destroy private property? Why I’d never!”

A moment later, and the lock was laying on the floor in two pieces, the line where it had been cut glowing faintly blue.

Ruby shot her a grin, and then looked back to her sister. “If you’d do the honours?”

The blonde didn’t need to be told twice. Stepping forward, she gripped the heavy gate handle with both hands, and yanked it back so hard that it nearly tore off of its railings as it slid open. “Open sesame,” she grinned, presenting the way in for her team.

“Excellent work,” their leader nodded, stepping across the threshold. “Now, everyone stay on your guard. We know she’s in here somewhere. Stick together, stay careful, and we’ll flush her out in no time.”

WBY nodded. Together as one they advanced, stepping into the factory in a familiar formation, Yang at the front, Weiss and Blake at the sides, and Ruby in the rear, as they crossed the factory floor. It was a strong setup, allowing the brawler to face any threats, the most adaptable members of the group to react to any surprises, and allowing the leader to oversee everything and keep watch for the unexpected.

Unfortunately, none of them noticed the hidden trap door as they passed over it – nor did they hear Ruby’s silent yelp as she dropped down through it – her disappearance swiftly covered by a silent illusion.

They had come to hunt Neo – but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hunt them right back.

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Ruby landed at the bottom of the metal shaft with a clang and an “Oof!”, wincing as she found herself sitting on her ass in an empty metal room. Well. This was embarrassing. Weiss was never going to let her hear the end of this one, she was absolutely certain.

“Get it together, Rubes,” she muttered, getting to her feet as her aura washed away the pain and bruises of her landing. “Just get out of here and meet back up with the others, before- Ack!”

The gasp wasn’t due to an attack – rather, it was because she’d reached for her scythe, Crescent Rose, only to realise it wasn’t there. Panicked, the huntress patted herself down and searched around, but there was no sign of her precious weapon. Maybe she’d dropped it when she’d fallen down? Damnit, this was even worse! New priority: Find her baby, asap!

That was going to require getting out of here, though. She looked around, now even more annoyed than ever. The room was pretty featureless – smooth metal walls and floor, with a cover over the ceiling hole that had slid into place after she’d dropped through, presumably to stop her climbing back out. Other than that… There was a door? She walked over to it and tried to pull it open – but it was locked. Obviously. Ugh. What else…?

As she scanned around, her eyes alighted on a small panel in the wall. It looked like a loose sheet of metal – maybe she could get it open? It was worth a shot. Quickly, she hooked her nails around the edges and pulled – only for it to slide open easily, surprising her with a puff of dust right in her face.

“Blagh!” She coughed and spluttered, her red cape fluttering in the air behind her as she flailed. “What the heck? What was that?” The Huntress rubbed at her face, her skin tingling a little, before grumbling and peering into the opening she’d made… And discovering, to her surprise, a computer screen, active and waiting for her.

“Huh…” She leaning, brow furrowing as she read the screen. “ST Dust burst delivered.” Ruby paused. “What the heck is ST dust?” It was a new one to her. Which was weird – you didn’t spend years as the heiress to the Schnee dust company’s roommate and constant lecture target without learning a bit about the types of dust that were out there. ST… ST… It didn’t ring a bell…

Oh well. She continued reading. “Target seems unaware. Awaiting dust response.” Huh. The heck was that supposed to mean?

Her lips were really starting to tingle. Absently, the dark-haired huntress lifted a finger to her mouth and began to suck on it.

Ugh, well, this piece of junk was useless. No way out, and no useful info. Nothing more than a near sneezing fit, in fact. She’d have to find something else to get out of here. But what? There didn’t seem to be anything else in this entire room…

She scanned around again, slowly starting to pump her finger in and out of her mouth, the tingling growing more and more intense. How about the door? It was metal, but it looked pretty old. Maybe she could break it down? Sure, she was less powerful without her scythe, but she was still a super powerful huntress! And with her speed semblance in the balance, maybe? It was worth a shot, at the very least…

One unhappy Clang and a minor headache later and it didn’t seem quite as shot worthy. Owwww. The door was barely even dented – her head could only say the same because of her aura, and that was of limited supply. No, okay, that had been a stupid plan, time to try something else.

She looked around again, still sucking on her finger, but drawing less and less satisfaction from it. Her lips were still tingling so much, it was really getting quite distracting. Plan plan, she needed a… She had to… She… Argh!

Desperately she licked her lips, pulling her fingers free and smacking them together wetly. She couldn’t think like this! She needed… She needed something to suck on, something to help take this pressure off of her mind so that she could think! She needed… She needed…

A flash caught her eye. The computer panel was active again – there was something new written on it! She rushed over, reading, desperate for a distraction.

“Target showing increased signs of agitation…” She frowned. Was the target supposed to be her? What was this supposed to mean? “Offering relief.”

Relief?

Ruby blinked as the screen shone for a moment, a green holographic rod extending from the centre of it up towards her. What was this supposed to be? It was long and thick and… The huntress blinked. Her lips tingled. She… She really wanted to suck on it, for some reason. Was that what it meant by relief? Huh. Weird. That was really weird. Maybe she shouldn’t…

Her lips tingled again, and she found herself breathing hard, staring at the digital shaft. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Nervously, her tongue circled around her mouth.

Maybe it’d be fine. It’d help her concentrate! Yeah, she couldn’t do anything like this – it would just be for a little bit…

Cautiously, she leaned forward, taking a deep breath… before her resolve snapped, and she dropped her head down, wrapping her lips around the rod and sucking like a woman dying of thirst trying to suck the moisture from an empty can of drink.

It was nirvana. Ruby couldn’t help but moan, her eyes rolling up in her head for a moment as pure bliss flooded through her. Her body shuddered, and she fell to her knees, still sucking as the tingle in her lips calmed. Oh wow, this felt really, really…

Hazily, the huntress looked up at the computer screen – it was technically still right before her eyes, but it was so hard to focus on suddenly – so much easier just to suck and enjoy. Especially with the way she was starting to move her head back and forth, bobbing up and down, that felt really good indeed.

But there were new words flashing there now, and despite her bliss she couldn’t help but slowly start to read them, new information starting to float into her brain. They read, “Target has taken the bait. Activating ST catalyst field.”

A catalyst field? What was that supposed to-

Suddenly, the shaft in Ruby’s mouth lit up, shifting from green to bright blue – and she felt a strange energy start to run through her body. It was sort of like electricity – something Ruby knew from a few accidents with Weiss’s lightning dust – but getting electrocuted had never felt this… good. Her legs and arms stiffened, her back straightening up, making it hard to move… But that was okay, she only needed to move her head back and forth, pump her lips up and down…

N-no, wait. She needed to get out of here! She needed to move, to escape, to…

Another wave of pleasure washed over her mind. Unseen and unnoticed, her lips plumped up, swelling into nice, thick cock suckers – not that Ruby would ever have thought of them like that. But then, Ruby was finding it rather hard to think at all right now.

She had to stop. She had to clear her head. She had to… She had to…

Another pulse of pleasure. Ruby’s head was starting to slow as her neck stiffened as well, but that was okay. The shaft was taking over, pumping back and forth, slowly now, but picking up speed, starting to really fuck her face, feeling really, really nice…

She had to… stop… She had to…

Ruby moaned as her body locked up completely, her ability to move completely deserting her.

She had to suck.

The tingling feeling began to spread outwards from her lips, dancing over her skin, quickly covering her whole body. The pleasure redoubled, and she quivered in place, pleased groans echoing from her frozen throat.

She had to Suck.

Steadily, her body started to shrink, her legs and arms receding into her body, and her body receding into her neck, her head held in place by the vacuum sealed suction lock that her puffed up lips held on the shaft that still pumped into her. And then, soon enough, her head was shrinking as well, draining down into a long thick tube that surrounded the shaft’s passage.

She had to SUCK.

She smoothed out. Aside from her mouth, all other distinguishing features of Ruby Rose vanished. Her clothes flattened in up against her, merging with what was left of her body. Slowly, what was left began to harden – began to lose the warmth of living flesh, and instead take on the cold hard perfection of plastic. Inside, a thin layer of lubricant was starting to form along her length.

Had to suck… Had to be fucked… Had to suck… Had to be fucked…

Then it was done. The computer, its task complete, shut down – deactivating the rod with it. Without that, the plastic tube that had been hanging on it dropped to the floor. It hit without a sound, and rolled over a few times before settling.

Where once there had been Ruby Rose, great silver eyed huntress, now there was a length of hollow plastic, about the length of a short forearm. It was a round cylinder, its outside coloured red and black, almost like a red dress and cape. On one end was a pair of puffy lips, permanently posed slightly open. Welcoming. Inviting. Waiting to be used. The inside was well lubricated to fit any cock, and offered unimaginable pleasure to any who might be so lucky as to use it.

And it was so very, very desperate to be used.

Must suck… Be fucked… Must suck… Be fucked…

The tube lay there for fifteen minutes in utter mindless silence, before the sound of heels upon metal began to echo through the chamber door. Moments later it opened – and a dark haired figure walked in, looking around and instantly sighting the former huntress. With a laugh, she stepped over and picked it up, holding it up to the light.

“Ruby Rose,” the woman said, delight in every syllable. “What a fine Pocket Pussy you make.” She smirked. “I always thought you were a bit of a cunt.”

And Cinder Fall laughed and laughed at her own joke… While in her hand, the new sex toy just waited, eager for her first use…

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Weiss cursed and bashed her fists against her glass prison, to no avail. What the hell was this thing made of? She’d been advancing with the group when Ruby had given her the strange order to investigate a side room on her own. It was unusual, but the former heiress had assumed her leader had seen something she hadn’t, and didn’t object. But almost as soon as she’d gotten out of sight of the others a door had closed behind her and some sort of glass tube had shot down from the ceiling, trapping her inside. She’d yelled, of course – stealth be damned, she was in trouble here – but whatever this stuff was, it seemed it was sound proof. No one came.

Which was fine. She was a powerful huntress – she could get out of this. One should never take a Schnee lightly. She still had Myertenaster, after all, cutting her way out of this tube shouldn’t be difficult! Except… Well, her glass cell was quite narrow – barely wide enough for one person, in fact. Which meant that she couldn’t raise her sword up, or draw her arm back enough to thrust it. Hell, she couldn’t even hold in lengthways, her prison was just too small. Nor could she summon her knight, or any other help… Not in ways that would leave them strong enough to break her free, at any rate.

“Target captured.”

“Huh?” Weiss looked up with a start. There was a blinking light on the ceiling over her now, and a robotic female voice emerging from a speaker beside it. “Who are you calling a target?”

“Detected hostility within acceptable parameters. Neutralising escape ability.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What are you- Hey!”

Without warning, Myertenaster shot out of her hands, pulled towards the ceiling and vanishing through a dark hole. Distantly, she heard a ‘clang’ as it hit a metal surface – presumably a magnet of some kind. She glared as a ring of metal slid closed over the hole, sealing it off. Well that was just plain rude. Did they really think she was just going to take that?

Grumbling, the former heiress flexed her hands, and then placed one on either side of her tube, lifting herself up carefully. The glass was smooth and slippery, but if she was careful it shouldn’t be too difficult to climb up – and by the look of things the ceiling was a lot weaker than the rest of her prison. If she could just get up there, then she could probably break out.

Unfortunately, whatever power was at work here had other ideas. “Administering ST dust.”

Weiss’s head shot up again. Dust? Were they trying to kill her? Crap, any kind of dust could be dangerous in a big enough concentration. And what was this ST dust? She’d never heard of any such thing! What the hell were they up to? Instantly she gave up on her attempt to climb, raising her arms to shield her face as a cloud of dust sprinkled down on her, filling the air…

… And then vanishing. The huntress blinked, lowering her arms and looking around. It was gone? Weird… What had that been about then? Honestly… Well, whatever. They were up to something, so she’d better get out of here as quickly as possible. Once again she began to climb the tube, pushing out with her hands, feet and back. Progress was slower than she liked, and she slid down once or twice, but she was getting the hang of things quickly. It wouldn’t be long before she got out.

But again, that wasn’t part of the plan for whoever was running the show. “Incubation period complete. Beginning conversion.”

“Beginning what? Gah!” Suddenly the tube began to glow a bright blue, and Weiss’s body froze, locked in position half way up towards the roof. Unable to move or balance, she started to slide back down, soon landing back on the ground, her feet spread apart and her hands still pressed against the sides of her prison. “Wh-what is this?”

It felt strange. A strange kind of energy was running through her, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It felt kind of like being dipped in a warm bath, kind of relaxing… Except she couldn’t move. Which was definitely a problem. Gritting her teeth, she struggled. If it was an energy current, then it was probably running through her from her hands – if she could just pull away from the wall, then she might be able to break free!

Except the wall itself had other ideas. Even as she tried to pull her arms back, the tube seemed to be getting smaller. Tighter. Somehow, the glass was closing in on her. Her eyes widened. Were they trying to crush her? Desperately she threw herself into reverse, putting all of her strength into pushing outwards, trying to keep the wall at bay… But it did no good. Soon, she couldn’t have moved even without the energy field – there just wasn’t enough room. Her arms had been pushed down to her sides, and her legs were firmly pressed together – she was being squeezed so tightly she could barely even breathe.

“Subject secured. Beginning base moulding.”

Weiss had all but given up on understanding what this machine was talking about. It was like it was just spouting random words. Around her, the glass tube began to rotate, spinning slowly, and then with increasing speed. What the hell was this base moulding supposed to- Oh!

She shuddered as an even more intense feeling washed through her, centred on her legs. There was a strange tingling running up and down them, a powerful warmth that stayed just on the right side of comfortable, and a strange, pleasant pressure…

The huntress couldn’t move, of course, and so she couldn’t look down and see what was happening. She couldn’t see how the bottom of her glass prison had shrunk in even further, pressing up against her hips and legs… And pushing them inwards, together. Her entire lower body seemed to melt, deforming like hot plastic, melding inwards, into itself, her legs and feet fusing together, her dress and shoes merging with her flesh, until everything below her waist was one solid block – which was then spun, rotated around by the glass, turned around and around like clay on a potter’s wheel until everything was perfectly smooth, a familiar blend of blue and white.

In a matter of moments, the entire lower half of Weiss Schnee had been converted into a solid plastic base. Of course, she couldn’t see that – all she could do was feel as something strange happened to her legs. And it felt good. Like, really good. Pleasure thrummed through her entire body, and from her legs most of all. Whatever was going on, she couldn’t say she entirely disliked it…

W-wait, no! Whatever it was, it was bound to be bad! She couldn’t let herself be distracted by these strange feelings! She was a huntress, a Schnee! She wouldn’t be suckered by some bizarre trap!

“Base mould complete. Beginning body moulding.”

S-so, did that mean that the rest of her was about to- Ooohhhhh!!!

It did indeed! This time Weiss had a much better view as the glass pressed in against her, and her body flattened out. Her arms and shoulders squashed in entirely, disappearing without a trace. Her chest, never really her proudest feature, smoothed away like it had never been. Her hair and clothes melded together with the rest of her, and a few spins of her prison later her entire body had become a firm, uniform cylinder, and it had developed a white and blue pattern that, if one were familiar, one might say reminded them of the huntress’s former outfit.

Which Weiss might have had something to say about if her eyes hadn’t been rolling up in her head, her brain awash with unimaginable pleasure from the shaping of her body.

By the time she came back to herself, everything below her chin was round and plastic. The body of a toned and trained huntress was gone, and in its place was… was…

“Wh-what…?” The former heiress gasped, trying to work out what had happened. “What is this? What the hell are you doing to me?!”

“Body mould complete. Reducing subject size before calibrating for final mould.”

A purple light snapped on overhead, bathing Weiss in it’s eerie glow. She squinted up at it, pleased, at least, that the walls were starting to widen again. Maybe they would open entirely and she could try to escape. Whatever they’d done to her had to be reversable, right? She just had to… wait. Her brow furrowed. Had the room outside of her prison always been so big? She didn’t remember the door towering over her like that…

And then the awful truth dawned on her. The room wasn’t big. The glass walls weren’t widening. She was shrinking. Quickly descending from her normal (admittedly kind of short) five and some feet, to barely five and some inches. She was tiny! This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening!

“Stop this!” She yelled, mortified to hear how squeaky her voice now sounded. “Turn me back!”

But that seemed even less likely to happen than ever. Indeed, the robotic female voice from above just ignored her, merely continuing with her bizarre anouncements of whatever process Weiss was undergoing. “Size adjustment complete. Preparing for final mould detailing calibrations.”

Just what was it they were doing to her? Weiss grunted and tried to hop, but got nothing for her efforts. She absolutely couldn’t move, aside from her face. Even her head was locked in place thanks to her neck having been compressed away. It was all she could do to keep herself from falling into a pleasure drunk stupor. She was at this device’s mercy, and she was pretty sure it had none.

“Beginning calibrations.”

Something green appeared overhead – a hologram of some sort. It looked like a disk, wider than Wiess was now, with a thin opening that ran through the middle of it in a line, with a little dot at one… end… Wait. Was that supposed to be a vagina?

The huntress’s jaw dropped as the pieces finally came together. Her strange transformation. Her small form. The shape now descending down upon her. Surely they couldn’t mean to turn her into a-

The green lips slid down over her head and her world exploded with pleasure. Everything was green as she found herself sinking into a warm, wet, wonderful world, her joy at being used for her true purpose singing through her soul-

And then they lifted again, leaving Weiss gasping for breath. N-no, it couldn’t be. She wasn’t- wasn’t some toy! She was Weiss Schnee! A huntress! Not some… Some dildo!

The green lips dropped again, thrusting her face into their warm embrace. Instantly everything was perfect, everything was bliss, a simple sex toy being used to pleasure her owner just like she should. All was right with the world.

Until the lips retreated once more, and her struggling mind returned. She… She wouldn’t give in! She was Weiss Schnee! She was a huntress! She-

Thrust

- Was the perfect sex toy, designed for penetration and pleasure both, a rubber cock, a fuck stick, and nothing more!

Gasp!

No… She was… She was Weiss Schnee. She was-

Thrust

- a bedside best friend –

No! She was Weiss! She was a fuck toy for… wait, that wasn’t-

Thrust

She… She was Weiss, a… a…

Thrust

She was Weiss…

Thrust

She was… W…

Thrust

She was…

Thrust

… A dildo…

Thrust

She was a dildo!

Thrust

A sex toy! A fuck stick! A dildo, and nothing more!

Thrust!

Pleasure exploded through the sex toy’s thoughts as she gave in, her expression one of mind-blowing climax… And staying that way as the green light shrank in around her, locking her face exactly as it was, and sealing her ability to move completely.

“Calibration complete. Finalising process.”

Weiss’s face shimmered as one last energy field ran through her, this one even more powerful than the last, and transformed every last inch of her to solid white plastic. The dildo didn’t mind… Or really think anything about it at all. It was just a sex toy, after all – it didn’t need to think about anything.

“Process complete. Thank you, and have a nice day.”

The glass tube retreated into the ceiling, and the green light vanished. The room settled into silent darkness. On the floor, a small white plastic tube sat, balanced on a flat base. It was entirely smooth, with a rounded head, aside from the appearance of a blue dress along its length, and the detailing of a small human face, locked in orgasmic bliss, near the tip.

Of Weiss Schnee, there was no sign.

After a while, a new figure entered the room. Not one of Weiss’s teammates – but rather, someone she would have recognised as an enemy. The dildo didn’t care, though, its only desire, if it could even be called that, was to be used. And so it had no objection as Cinder picked it up, examining it with a vicious smile on her face.

“This one did always have a stick up her ass,” the woman chuckled to herself. “It’s only fitting she became one.”

The new dildo certainly couldn’t disagree.