Pyrrha's Plot Part 2: Pyrrha (RWBY multi-Bimbo) (Patreon)

Hi folks. Once again I'm forced to ask where the hell this month has gone - July's nearly over already?! At this rate I'd better get started on my Christmas shopping...

Oh well! This week's story is part 2 of a commissioned set of who knows how many, as we find out exactly why Pyrrha turned on her closest friends - hope you enjoy!

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One day before…

The halls of Beacon were more familiar to Pyrrha Nikos than the rooms of her home back in Mistral by this point. She’d walked them so many times, heading to class, chatting with her friends, preparing for a night on the town that she was pretty sure she could walk them in her sleep. This was the place where she felt she’d really found herself, found the woman beyond the mere tournament champion. Beyond even being the Maiden of Fall, though she’d feared the worst when she’d finally accepted that title. This was where she’d discovered how to just be Pyrrha, thanks to her team, her friends, and one particularly special boy…

A boy who would be getting an earful from her when she found him. Darnit Jaune! He was supposed to have met up with her for her date over half an hour ago, but she hadn’t seen him since lunch. How was that possible? They lived in the same room! Of all the times to vanish on her…

Then again, if anyone was going to manage something like that, it would be Jaune Arc. He just had that kind of… luck wasn’t the right word. Haplessness? Idiocy? Oh, no, that would be a bit too rude. She didn’t want to insult him – she knew he meant well. Just… Well, sometimes things didn’t work out how he wanted.

Pyrrha wasn’t about to admit she was a bit of a moronsexual.

And of course today of all days he’d left his scroll by his bed. That was just… Okay no he did that a lot. She really needed to see if she could, like, magnetise it to his back or something, it would end up solving a lot of problems…

Ah, never mind about that. Everything would be fine if she could just find him. There weren’t that many places he could be. Maybe the ice cream store off of Redwood Boulevard? Or the librar- Okay, no, not there. Hm, maybe someone on team RWBY had seen him? She’d already tried Nora and Ren, but their teams were pretty inseparable, and he was pretty close to Ruby. Worth a shot. In fact, why hadn’t she thought of it before? That was probably where he was – if anyone could help her boyfriend lose track of time, it was Ruby Rose.

She’dve been worried if the idea of the two getting together wasn’t kind of hilarious. Both of them were way too sweet to ever dream of such a thing.

But anyway, she could give them a call now. She pulled out her scroll and thumbed through the numbers, looking for- Huh?

She blinked. Her scroll was acting… oddly. The screen was blurring. Had she forgotten to charge it? But… No, she’d made sure it was full just this morning. Some sort of bug? As she watched the blur just seemed to get worse and worse, the icons and images blending together and starting to move around the screen, twirling around in a wide circle. Slowly but surely it was all starting to resolve into a single picture: a rotating green spiral.

Pyrrha frowned and shook the device, wincing when that failed to clear her screen. Well darn – that scroll was almost new, too. Had she accidentally hit it with her semblance? It wouldn’t be the first time, though normally the reaction to that was a lot less pretty…

… Uh. Hm. What had she been…?

Oh yes, right. With a sad sigh and a grumble, she slid the scroll back into her pocket. She’d have to get a new one tomorrow. Fortunately she could afford that kind of thing – Pumpkin Pete sponsorships paid good money. Still, she’d have to be even more cautious with her powers from now on. Imagine the kind of harm she could do if she started throwing them about irresponsibly. And that wasn’t even getting into the power that being a Maiden had granted her…

Well, whatever. She’d just have to keep looking. Maybe she should pay her dorm a visit – Jaune might have missed her and ended up back there, that had happened a few too many times. And if he hadn’t, she could check in on RWBY across the hall and…

The redhead turned the corner and stopped short. Another green spiral was waiting for her in the frame of the doorway up ahead. Her brow creased. What on earth…?

“Sleep…”

She spun around, her sword flying into her hand at the pull of her Semblance. “Who’s there?!”

But there was no one.

Pyrrha frowned. She’d heard something – someone. She was sure of it. The voice hadn’t been loud, little more than a whisper in fact, so whoever the speaker was, they must have been close. And yet her eyes and ears both confirmed it – there was no one here. She was alone.

This was getting eerie now. The champion wasn’t one to scare easily, but this was definitely spooky. Her grip tightened on Miló’s handle as her eyes scanned the hall. Perhaps she had better get out of here – back to somewhere more public, where she could contact the others in peace…

She turned back to the door, and was once again greeted by the green spiral. It had grown bigger while her back had been turned, slowly expanding to dominate the entire hall. It’s twisted turning snagged her gaze for a moment, pulling at her as her thoughts caught on the outer edges of the image, wondering for a moment which part was spinning faster, the inside or the outside…

Then she fell back a step, suddenly dizzy. Her thoughts stumbled, uncertain, and she felt a strange sense of vertigo, as though she was caught on a tight rope high above herself and her balance was starting to slip. Grimacing, she turned away from the spiral, closing her eyes and shaking her head to try to clear it.

When she opened them again, the spiral was right in front of her.

“Sleep…”

Pyrrha reeled backwards as if she’d been struck, but the image just followed her, drawing ever closer. The twisting depths seemed to beckon to her, her slower thoughts getting stuck on the outer rings and sliding away into oblivion.

“Sleeeeeep…”

The word echoed again in her ears, and she found herself blinking rapidly, her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. She shook herself. No no no, this wasn’t right, this wasn’t…

“Relax… Sleeeeep…”

Something was happening – she was under attack. Pyrrha wasn’t sure who or what was doing it, but she was sure that was what she was experiencing. She needed to get out of here and-

“Relax…”

- and relax and- wait, no!

“Sleep…”

Sleep, she had to… She had to… No…

“Sleep, damnit!”

She tried to close her eyes and fumble for the handle of the door, but now the spiral was waiting for her on the back of her eyelids, spinning ever inexorably faster, deeper…

She could feel it. That strange twist in her thoughts as they were drawn out of her and into the green depths. She could feel her will starting to falter, her strength beginning to desert her. Desperately she threw her net wide, tried to summon up the power to blast out and strike down whatever was doing this to her-

“Nonononono, SLEEP! GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!”

- But then the whispered words hit her like a freight train, slamming in through her ears and into her mind with no filter or protection to stop them. She froze, teetering on the brink, her drawn up power gathered just beneath the skin, her eyes fluttering, reflecting a spiral only she could see…

And then the last of her awareness disappeared, swallowed by the spiral. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and with a soft sigh she collapsed, crumpling to the floor like a puppet with her strings cut. The thrumming power that had filled the corridor evaporated, and all that was left was a gently snoring redhead laying on the carpeted floor.

“Dust’s sake, how strong is this girl supposed to be?” The voice that only Pyrrha could hear muttered into her twisting dreams. “Whatever. Come on, up you get.”

The words sank into the champion’s sleeping mind, and, without any thoughts to get in their way, pulled her back up to her feet. Her eyes didn’t open, and she didn’t wake, but she stood all the same – as thought her invisible puppet master had picked up her control bar once more.

“Good. Now… Come to me…”

Still sound asleep, Pyrrha Nikos put one foot forward, and began to walk through the halls she knew so very well, led on by the green spiral that still spun in her mind, and the gloating voice that echoed directly into her brain…

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She awoke in green-tinted darkness, confusion clear behind her fluttering eyes. Her thoughts were hazy, and there was a bitter taste on her lips. What had happened? Where was she? She felt so tired…

The first thing that became clear was that she was bound to some kind of chair, with tight restraints wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She could feel the cold, clammy press of metal against her bare skin, and despite her strength her early struggles didn’t gain her any progress towards freedom. Whoever had secured her had done a good job.

Or… Well. They had, if you didn’t count on her semblance. Her head was full of cotton and her body was sluggish, but even in this state she could easily warp the metal around her and free herself. It was the most basic of her strengths, and she didn’t usually use it so crudely, but she really wasn’t in the mood for subtle right now. She reached for her power…

… Only to find herself grabbing nothing. No surge of aura rose up to meet her, no singing bolt of power resonated with her soul. Her semblance was silent.

Panicking a little, Pyrrha dove deeper – reaching for the far more powerful magics of the Fall Maiden. But even they didn’t respond. It was like there was a door, a block between her and her inner strength. A seal?

The bitter taste…

Had she been drugged? That would explain how she’d ended up here. Her memories were fragmented and… confusing, and filled with odd shapes that made her mind feel like it was bending just to think about them. It was much easier to believe she’d just been slipped something that had knocked her out – but if that was the case, then she was in great danger. Someone had come prepared to deal with a Huntress, and now it seemed she was at their mercy.

There was a sound – a low, human sound, somewhere from her left. Pyrrha tried to look, only to find a collar around her neck holding her head in place. Damnit! But she could see something out of the corner of her eye – a source for the low green light that was cast over her. There was some kind of shape over there… Another chair, maybe? Tch, if only she could turn her head just a bit more!

It was fruitless. She was left with just her ears to inform her, and they painted a peculiar picture indeed. It sounded like someone was whimpering – a female voice, a familiar one, one she could almost place, it was just on the tip of her tongue… Gah, if it wasn’t for this fog in her thoughts she would have it, she was sure! But whoever it was, they didn’t sound… Well, it was odd. Pyrrha had spent years in the arena. She knew what someone in pain sounded like. Those whimpers, those moans – they weren’t the sound of someone who’d been hurt. There was something else to them, some edge that she couldn’t quite identify. It was enough to put her on edge.

Which was why, when the room suddenly lit up – revealing it to be rather barren, with white tiled floors and walls, one of the latter of which she was pointed towards – she decided to close her eyes and pretend she was still asleep. If she managed to buy enough time, hopefully whatever drugs had been given to her would lose their potency, and she’d be able to put an escape into motion. In the meantime, she could listen and try to work out what her kidnappers were up to.

“And how are our guests doing?” It was a mature, low voice that spoke first, accompanied by the sound of heels as someone – a female someone – entered the room. Pyrrha could hear her click across the floor, passing behind her. “Are they making progress?”

“Of course.” A second woman – sandals, not heels – entered as well. She was harder to track, but the redhead was sure she hadn’t moved far from where the door must be. “I’ve had a long time to get this right. They’re melting as we speak.”

“Oh?” Click. Click. Click. She was moving further away – towards the other chair. “This one does seem to be taking her treatment very well. Aren’t you worried you’ll overdo it? She’s no good to us braindead, Emerald.”

Emerald? Pyrrha frowned lightly. It wasn’t an uncommon name, but she couldn’t think of anyone she knew who had it – not even on Professor Ozpin’s watchlist. She’d have to remember it after she’d escaped.

“I know!” There was a hint of nervousness, a touch of a need to impress, in this ‘Emerald’s voice, despite her snappy protest. “I know. I mean, I don’t see why we need a faunus, of all things, but-”

“Why isn’t your concern.” The reply was instant, and left no doubt in anyone’s mind which woman was in charge here. “You have orders. You obey them. Understand?”

“Of- Of course, Cinder…” Cinder. Now there was an unusual name. That was both of them then. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I mean, it’s not my machine anyway, I’m just… helping them along, yeah?”

“Mmm.” Click. Click. “We don’t need her in pristine condition. Just enough to answer a few questions.” Cinder’s voice was almost passionless, and Pyrrha couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been given her name ironically – she sounded colder than an ice cube. “She’s been assisting our enemy at his school. One of his helpers. Not quite enough to be in his precious inner circle, but enough that she might have some useful information. After that…” There was a rustle of cloth. She’d probably shrugged. “I don’t care what you do with her.”

“S… Sure…” Emerald coughed, and Pyrrha wondered exactly what it was she was supposed to be doing here. It sounded like these women who had kidnapped her had caught someone else who’d been working for Ozpin. A faunus? Oh no, could it be Blake? No, she would have recognised her voice… Then maybe…?

“And what about this one?” Click. Click. Click. Cinder was coming towards her. Immediately, Pyrrha went limp. She had to draw this possum act out for as long as possible. “How far has our little Champion progressed?”

She could feel the other woman’s presence nearby, and had to fight the urge to shudder. There was a vileness there that she didn’t want to be anywhere near. Even with her eyes closed she could sense it. The woman was practically a grimm in human form.

“Ah, I haven’t started with her yet…”

Well that was something, at least.

“Oh?” The word was like ice given voice. “Why not?”

“She, ah.” Emerald sounded nervous. Pyrrha couldn’t really blame her, but somehow, she couldn’t sympathise with her either. “She proved to be quite… resistant, to my techniques when I went to pick her up. I nearly lost her.”

The air seemed to grow colder. Once again, the redhead resisted the urge to shudder.

“Is that going to present a problem?”

“No no. Nonono.” There was the sound of what could only have been a frantically shaking head. Pyrrha made note of where it came from just in case she got the chance to throw something at it. “I just had to hit her with everything I had. It put her out, but I can’t start the, you know, the process until she’s awake again, and that could… take a while…”

“How long?”

“Um.” Oh dear. “A few hours… a couple of days, maybe? I don’t know, it’s been a while since I had to push myself like that…”

Hm. Then with any luck, these two would leave her alone for long enough for her to recover, and-

“She’s awake.” Cinder’s voice froze Pyrrha’s hopefully forming plans and shattered them in one blow.

“What?” There was a flurry of motion, and the redhead felt a familiar force try to push into her mind. “Oh son of a bitch, she really is!”

“You really should be more cautious,” Cinder chuckled, as Pyrrha, realising that the game was up, opened her eyes and glared. For the first time she got a good look at her captors – a dark haired woman with pale skin and amber eyes, clad in a red dress that was clearly designed to show off her body as much as it could, and a younger looking woman with green hair and dark skin, her red eyes wide. “I can see why Ozpin was so interested in this one.”

“Who are you,” the champion spat, straining at her cuffs once again. It was mostly for show, but now that they knew she was awake, she might as well try. “What do you want from us?” If they were after what she thought they were after then they were all in very, very big trouble.

“From you?” Cinder smirked, leaning down to within striking range – if the redhead could have freed her hands, at least. A cruel taunt. “Nothing. Nothing at all. You’re just… pawns, to be moved around by the real people with power. People like your Headmaster. People like me.” Her grin widened, showing a few shining teeth. “And like a good little pawn, you’re going to help me take that power from him, and keep it all for myself~”

Pyrrha’s frown was a torn mix of anger and confusion. “W-what?” At once, it felt like her worst fears were both confirmed and denied. There was no way that Cinder wasn’t talking about the Maidens – about Ozpin, the artefacts, and magic that was meant to stay secret from the world. But… It also sounded like Cinder had no idea that the Maiden power she sought resided inside the woman she was speaking to. That Ozpin’s ‘inner council’, as she’d called them, had transferred that power from Amber to her almost two years previously.

Could it be that she really didn’t realise? If so, that was great news! … Or, it would be, if she wasn’t currently tied to a chair in front of the woman.

Possibly fortunately, Cinder just seemed to take her confusion as a sign of ignorance. The dark-haired woman pulled back, her laughter ringing through the chamber. “Oh, you really don’t know anything, do you? She was right after all. Ozpin really does just use you all like puppets.” Her smirk returned. “At least with me you’ll know why you’re following my commands, even if you don’t get a choice about it.”

A lot of responses flickered through Pyrrha’s head. Questions, insults, bargains, tricks. But she kept it simple, her eyes narrowing. “Never. I will never help you.”

It seemed to be just was Cinder wanted. “Never say never, girl. After all… Well.” She looked aside, to the other woman in the chamber. “Shall we show her what we did to her friend?”

The nervousness in Emerald’s frame seemed to evaporate instantly – Pyrrha could tell she was eager for a chance to show her Mistress (Well, it felt like the term applied) her work. “Of course! You know, I think she’s just about done~”

The green haired woman scampered off, leaving her captive at her boss’s mercy for a moment. The two took the chance to stare at one another.

“Trying to use your semblance?” Cinder, obviously, took the opportunity to gloat. “I’m afraid that won’t do you any good. The drugs in your system won’t be wearing off for a while yet. By the time your aura returns, I’m afraid you’re going to have a whole new perspective on things.” She leaned in again, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I will congratulate you, though. None of my agents could work out what your semblance was. You must be very subtle.” She paused, weighing something up. “Or it’s very useless.” Her smile returned. “Whatever the case, it won’t help you now.”

Pyrrha didn’t reply, preferring to spend her time testing the truth of those words. They had underestimated how fast she would wake up, after all – perhaps they’d miscalculated how strong a dose she needed as well. Either way, it seemed like trying to reach her powers was her best bet for escape.

But sadly, she hadn’t made any progress by the time Emerald returned – with a companion that made Pyrrha gasp as soon as she saw her. She stood with a dazed look on her face, long light brown hair framing eyes filled with bright green spirals and a dim looking smile. Long rabbit ears poked up from the top of her head, hanging all but limp over her. She was Velvet Scarlatina – a, well, an acquaintance. A school friend. A powerful graduate of Beacon, and an assistant tutor at the academy.

And she was completely naked, utterly without a scrap of clothing, seemingly totally unbothered by her bare chest or uncovered hips. Instead she almost seemed… kind of thrilled by it, occasionally shaking her chest or swaying her hips, looking around the room before being brought back to attention by a squeeze from Emerald’s hand.

“Do you like her?” Cinder asked, clearly loving every moment of Pyrrha’s horror. “I’d say this is a big improvement. She was far too shy before. Now look at her; so confident she doesn’t even care that she’s naked. That’s more than Ozpin ever did for her.”

Pyrrha’s glare would have made the dark-haired woman’s name literal if she’d been able to call upon her maiden’s power. Instead, it just made her laugh. “Oh, don’t worry – I have something different in mind for you. You’ll be much more useful to me in a… different position.” She looked back to Velvet. “In fact, why not have your old friend help you out? Emerald, is she ready to assist?”

“Ready?” Emerald’s smile was bright and vicious. “Oh, this one is burning for it. Shall we?”

“Oh, I don’t see why not…” Cinder gave Pyrrha one last, victorious grin, and the redhead could feel that she was about to order something terrible. “It would be cruel to keep her waiting. Start the process. Let’s help our little Champion see the light…”

There was a shrill, high pitched whine just behind her head, and Pyrrha felt the chair rumble into action. Panicking a little, she squirmed in place, trying to extract herself before whatever was about to happen got started, but her bindings wouldn’t budge. Whatever torture these two women had cooked up for her, she’d have to endure it.

“Now now, Miss Nikos,” Cinder smiled down at her. “There’s no need to get so tense. I think you need to learn to relax…”

As she spoke, the dark-haired woman reached up to the chair’s headrest and pulled some strange device out, circling it around Pyrrha’s head on an extendable rail. A glass screen of some sort – a visor? It was pressing tightly over her eyes, covering the entirety of her vision. Through it she could just about see the room still. The glass was a little thick, but mostly transparent. What were they doing?

“Velvet,” the woman continued, “why don’t you help your friend get comfortable. Strip her.”

“!!!” The words automatically made Pyrrha tense up, and that was the moment the visor over her eyes activated. Suddenly her eyes were filled with bright curling spirals, rings of pure green light leaking in from the edges of her vision and slowly, then with increasing speed, sliding down towards themselves, pulling into the middle of her gaze like a toxic whirlpool. The sight tickled at something, some strange, half dreamed memory…

Something… sleepy…

She slammed her eyes closed with a gasp. No! She knew what this was – some kind of, of hypnotism! She absolutely couldn’t-ah! V-Velvet, what are you doing?!

Well, the answer to that question should have been plainly obvious – Velvet was pulling down Pyrrha’s skirt. The bunny faunus had happily accepted Cinder’s command and was working with mindless gusto to help the champion get ‘comfortable’. Quite soon, Pyrrha felt her garment sliding down away from her, sash, shorts, and underwear all, tugged from her waist to her knees, where her boots formed an all-too temporary blockade. Apparently Velvet had felt her skirt was the real priority here – a thought that made the redhead squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

“You’ll… You’ll never get away with this!” She tried, her nerves and uncertainty giving her an awkward stammer that only got worse as she felt her shoes getting pulled off, sliding out from beneath her restraints. “Professor Ozpin will… He’ll…!”

“Hm?” Cinder leaned in close, her breath a warm tickle on the redhead’s ear. “Yes? He’ll what? Come on now, keep going. Don’t stop in the middle of a cliché.”

Pyrrha’s eyes snapped open for a moment to glare, only to be met with the pretty… swirling…

… No!

They slammed shut again, the champion’s lips pursing and all thought of her half-formed threat forgotten. Her toes gripped the floor – and she realised, to her dismay, that while she was distracted she had ended up barefoot, and her skirt was already halfway gone, expertly threaded through her restraints by an eager bun.

“So stubborn. Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less from one of Ozpin’s favourites.” She felt the air move as Cinder turned away from her for a moment. “Turn it up.”

The whining sound grew louder, ringing through Pyrrha’s head. It was a sharp, unignorable sound, seeming to fluctuate and bounce between her ears, growing louder on one side, and then on the other. It was disorientating, and the champion could feel herself getting dizzy, but she swallowed and firmed her resolve. She could endure this much…

“Relax, Pyrrha…” The voice slid into her ears so gently and cleanly that the redhead needed a moment to recognise that it wasn’t her own. “No need to be tense. Just relax, relax. Let all that tension go…”

Ohh… That sounded… nice… Yes, why not? This was fine, after all. She could handle being a little dizzy. As long as this was all they had, then she didn’t need to worry. No need to be tense. She could just relax… relax…

“That’s it. Just relax…”

She slumped a little in her chair, her breaths slowing, becoming deep and steady. Yes, she could relax like this. She could… She could… She could feel Velvet’s fingers sliding around behind her back, slowly unbuckling her corset and bra, shedding her of her top completely. The thought made her uncomfortable, and she began to frown…

“Shhhh… Relax. It’s fine. You’re more comfortable now. Just rest. Relax. You’re safe and happy…”

Right… Yes… More comfortable… Her frown faded, her head swimming. She didn’t even care as her gloves and gauntlets were stripped and tossed aside, her tiara clattering as it rolled along the tiles away from her. She was totally relaxed. Totally safe. Totally…

Totally…

That was totally Cinder’s voice talking.

With a sudden jolt she wrenched her head sideways, trying to shake it clear and headbutt Cinder at the same time. She only half accomplished one of these goals – her head was still restrained by the visor, after all – but that was something. She’d almost slipped! But- but it wouldn’t be that easy!

At least, she hoped it wouldn’t. Her head felt very slow and thick right now, and she could feel the cold air of the room on the bare skin of her chest and… well, everywhere. She felt very vulnerable right now.

“Don’t be so stubborn,” the serpent’s seductive hiss whispered in her ear again, sounding more amused than anything. “Doesn’t it feel good to just… give… in~?”

It did. She shivered, wanting to deny the treacherous knowledge but unable to do so. It felt very good to relax. It felt nice to just let the burdens she’d been carrying for so, so very long drop. To not be the people’s champion, to not be Ozpin’s maiden, to just relax…

But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

“Go to hell,” she grunted, struggling to get her limp lips to even say the words, but burning passion pushing her on.

Cinder giggled, the sound echoing in her head. “Then I’ll just have to force the issue. Oh Velvet – why don’t you show Pyrrha your new trick?”

And then Pyrrha felt something soft, wet, and very, very eager, slide between her legs and begin to lick.

The effect was immediate. Pyrrha Nikos was a champion of the martial arts, a wise and cunning fighter who knew how defend herself from almost any kind of attack… But she had absolutely no defence against a bouncy busty bunny eating her out. Her entire body bucked in her restraints, a surprised cry bursting from her lips, her eyes shooting wide open – and the spiral was there waiting for her when they did.

So pretty…

“Yes, that’s it.” The seductive voice didn’t waste a moment. “Watch the spiral. Relax. Let go…”

She didn’t have a chance. Against one front, maybe even against two, she could have marshalled her will, she could have tried to resist. But with the spiral sucking her will away, the voice wrapping wonderful words around her thoughts, and Velvet clamping her hands around her hips and licking as deep as she could go…

Pyrrha Nikos buckled and fell.

Her eyes fluttered, dizzily trying to hold themselves open for a moment, before widening into a blank stare, a green spiral starting to seep in and swirl around her pupils. Her mouth released a deep, pleasant sigh, all of the tension in her body evaporating, before gently falling slack, drool starting to drip down over her lip and onto her chest. Her muscles relaxed, and she sank into her chair, Cinder’s whispers slipping in through one ear and out the other, her own mind utterly silent.

Utterly entranced.

Cinder stepped back and switched the microphone she’d been using off, turning to Emerald. “Is she done?”

The green haired thief smirked, boldly reaching out to pet the champion’s head. “Oh yeah, she’s cooked. Her brain’s baked, nice and ready for reprogramming.”

“Good. Then let’s not waste this opportunity.” Cinder turned back and switched the device back on. “Pyrrha. Can you hear me?”

“… I hear you.” The redhead’s voice came in monotone, and her blank gaze never shifted from the spiral that shone over her face.

“Good. Listen closely. Right now, Pyrrha, your mind is asleep. It is safe, and warm, and so very, very relaxed. Nothing can disturb it, or wake it up, until I say so. Understand?”

“… I understand…” That was a lie, of a sort. Pyrrha didn’t really understand. Her mind was far too blank to ‘understand’ anything right now. But she could follow instructions, and that was what mattered.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to remember this state – this nice and warm and safe trance where your mind can stay quietly, out of the way and out of trouble, bathing in relaxation and pleasure. This place where your mind can go whenever it needs to relax. Can you do that? Can you remember it?”

“… I’ll remember…” Again, another lie. Pyrrha wasn’t going to remember any of this. That was the point.

Cinder smiled. “Good girl. Of course, while your mind is off relaxing, you’re going to need someone else to handle everything it would normally be doing – things like thinking and feeling and acting – things that a nice, quiet, relaxed mind doesn’t have to do anymore. So, we’re going to give you a gift – a new personality, one that can step in whenever your mind enters this trance and will handle everything for you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

A line of drool dripped from Pyrrha’s lips, landing on a still lapping Velvet’s head. “Sounds… Nice…”

“It does, doesn’t it? Now you just lay back, open your mind, and I’ll start shaping your new personality while you enjoy your sweet little trance. Just let your head become completely empty, and my words become your new truth…”

The redhead’s eyes fluttered again, the spirals pulsing even thicker. If it was possible, she looked even more mindless than she had a moment ago. Her thoughts were gone, her head was empty. She was ready.

So Cinder spoke firmly, her voice dropping the seductive softness for solid certainty. “Pyrrha. You are a double agent. Your true loyalty is to Cinder Fall, not to Ozpin. You are my spy, and always have been.” The words sank into Pyrrha’s brain like rocks into a lake, dropping straight down to her very core. “Your mission at Beacon is to spy on Ozpin and his forces, and to sabotage them at your earliest opportunity.”

A cruel smirk darted over the woman’s lips, and her calm voice was licked by the flames of a deep, greedy passion. “In fact, you’re going to going to use your position as one of Ozpin’s trusted to isolate his students, seduce them, and then turn them into a mockery of their former selves~” Vicious flames darted in her eyes. “You are going to mush their brains and slut up their bodies so completely that no one will ever confuse them with anything but empty-headed whores!”

… Pause. Deep breath. Calm yourself, Cinder. “Do you understand?”

“I… Understand…” The words were hollow and empty, but behind them, Pyrrha’s head was hard at work, reshaping itself into a personality that fit what she’d been given. A dark, slutty, cruel persona shaped by Cinder’s words and Velvet’s tongue. A mind formed of hate, lust, and maiden magic…

The redhead groaned as she felt a strange heat inside her – an automatic reaction, rather than something that required thought. Cinder had overlooked one critical think about Pyrrha Nikos in her decision to recruit her – her possession of the magic of Fall. Something that bloomed within as the drugs began to wear off and her powers started to return. Mystical might that was shaped by the desires of its wielder, which had just been quite thoroughly rearranged…

Cinder blinked and exchanged a raised eyebrow with Emerald as she watched the champion’s chest expand, growing out at least three cup sizes.

“…” She switched off her mic for a moment. “An unusual semblance. I can see why she doesn’t use it in combat…”

Emerald was trying not to snicker, and she was failing quite badly.

Cinder sighed and shook her head. Oh well – no matter. If the new Pyrrha wanted a new batch of bras, it wasn’t her problem. She switched the mic back on. “… Let your new truth settle. Let it shape your mind. This new personality of yours will be in control whenever you are meeting with me, or whenever she sees an opportunity to further my goals or sabotage Ozpin and his allies. Understand?”

Pyrrha breathed sharply, tongue licking her dry lips. “Yes… I understand.”

Cinder smiled as she heard an edge in the woman’s voice that Pyrrha Nikos could never have possessed. “Good. Then wake up.” She pulled the visor away and switched off the audio device. “Wake up and greet your new Mistress!”

The redhead’s eyes fluttered, the spirals in them draining away. Slowly, her mouth closed, and her neck shifted. She blinked. Once. Twice.

On the third time, her gaze locked onto Cinder’s. “Well hello again Mistress,” she said with dark cheer and a hungry grin. “What a lovely way to wake up. Is this for me?”

She was looking down at Velvet, who was still happily licking away. There was no flicker of recognition in her eyes, no sign of shock or sadness. If she knew who Velvet was, she didn’t care – the faunus was nothing more than a sex toy to her now.

Cinder chuckled. “A small token of my appreciation, Champion. Enjoy her as you like. Emerald, let our loyal agent out of her bindings.” She gave Pyrrha an approximation of an apologetic look. “We had to be sure you hadn’t been… subverted.”

“I see.” The redhead didn’t look too bothered, though she certainly looked happier once her limbs were free of the chair. Immediately she wrapped her legs around the rabbit faunus’ head, grabbing her by the ears and pulling her in closer. “Well that’s- Ohhhh~, you’re a good little bunny, aren’t you? – that’s fair, Mistress. I take it I’ve passed your test?”

“Oh, with flying colours,” the dark-haired mastermind admitted, silently revelling as she watched the prim and proper champion turn into a complete slut without a care in the world for who was watching. “In fact I think you’re ready to start work on your real mission at Beacon.”

“Well it’s about time!” Pyrrha’s eyes lit up, her smile absolutely savage. “I’ve been stuck dealing with those dumb bitches for three years now – I can’t wait to show them who’s really in charge around here!”

“Excellent.” Oh, this was going to be fun. “Then when you’re ready, I believe Emerald has a few devices she can share with you which will make your job that much easier.” Devices much like the ones that had been used on Pyrrha herself, though it felt gauche to say that part out loud.

“Oh really? Mmmm, yeah, right there, that’s a good girl, gunna earn yourself a nice little carrot…” The champion petted Velvet on the head and then looked up, her eyes glinting. “That sounds great, but are you sure I’ll need them? I’ll have these idiots eating out of the palm of my hand in no time.” Her smile grew. “Or out of other fun places~”

“I’m sure,” Cinder drawled, too amused by the image of what she was seeing to be annoyed by the insubordination. “They may all be fools, but I want them all reduced to complete morons by the time you’re done. That will require a bit more than a few kind words from you.”

“As you say, Mistress…” Pyrrha sighed, leaning back as Velvet finally drove her over the edge, and began lapping up all the juices that flowed into her face. “I’m just here to obey.”

And beneath her, unnoticed by Cinder or Emerald, a certain mindless bunny became even more bouncy as her breasts started to swell, a small little reward from the maiden sitting on her face – and a sign of things to come for the other students of Beacon…