All in the Tribe (RWBY titnosis) (Patreon)

This week, a commissioned story featuring a different take on Raven and Yang's first proper meeting. I hope you enjoy! (Also,  September's nearly over already?! What the heck? ... Well, time sure is flying, huh?)

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 (Contains titnosis and biiig boobs)

“Your mother is really in charge of this place?” Weiss asked, keeping close to Yang as the pair made their way through the camp. The two had only just been reunited after months of separation, thanks to the heiress having the bizarre misfortune of being captured by the bandits in the very same camp that Yang had been hunting. Though, obviously, ‘captured’ wasn’t really the right term – holding a huntress of her caliber was going to take more than a length of rope and a few twigs, as said bandits had learned as soon as Weiss had spotted Yang entering the camp. After all, she didn’t want to look like some sort of damsel in front of her teammate.

And Yang had been kind enough not to notice, although that was probably due to her distraction. Being so close to finally locating her mother after all of these years was always going to take up a lot of her mind… But on top of that, there was something… weird, something really weird going on around here. Maybe it was naïve of her, but she hadn’t expected all of her mother’s bandit followers to be… female? Or for them to be so stacked, jeeze, even she was starting to feel self-conscious around these girls. Every woman here was carrying a pair of watermelons on her chest!

Also… Was it her, or were they all kind of… uh. Dumb? Like, it had taken her way too long to get them to understand that she was here to see their leader. They’d kept getting distracted by bouncing or… giggling. Honestly, this place seemed less like a bandit camp and more like some frat boy’s wet dream vacation spot. Could her mother really be here? Here of all places?

“I don’t know,” she finally answered Weiss, sounding more than a little unsure of herself. “Dad said this was where I would find her, but now that I’m here…” A gaggle of ‘bandits’ ran past her, chests jiggling up and down. One of them seemed to have completely forgotten her top. “… I’m wondering if he gave me the right address.”

“Yeah…” Weiss sighed as she looked around. She’d been here longer than Yang had, after all, and she was more used to how the women acted. Which was why it was twice as embarrassing that she had ended up captured by them. “Come on. I’m pretty sure the leader’s tent is over this way. We’ll check in on them, and if it’s not your mom, we’ll just… get out of here.”

Yang nodded, trying to shake the uncertain feelings from her head. Weiss was right, that was the best way to get things done. Honestly, she was even starting to hope her mother wasn’t here – what on earth was she supposed to think of the woman if this was how she chose to live over life with her?

But if that was her hope, it was quickly dashed as they approached the biggest tent in the camp – the leader’s home – and the curtained door swept open, revealing…

“M-mom?!?”

“Ah, Yang…” Raven Branwen smiled, stepping out into the light. “I was wondering when you would get here.”

But Yang didn’t reply – she was far too busy being astounded at her mother’s body. She’d long thought that she’d inherited good genetics from her mother’s side, at least in the chest department, but now she was starting to wonder if she’d gotten anything from her mother at all. After all, Raven was tall, her black hair sleek, and her chest… Her chest put every other woman in this camp to shame! Honestly, looking at those boobs was making Yang feel flat chested, and she did not like that, not one bit.

And if Yang was feeling inferior, one probably didn’t want to look too deeply into the feelings of Weiss Schnee, standing right beside her. Hell, if anyone was starring more at those tits than Yang was, it was the white-haired heiress. “I thought that was impossible without surgery…” She even managed to mutter.

The words at least managed to rouse Yang from her dazed state, and she shook herself. “I… Mom, I… Wasn’t sure you’d be here.” She’d had a whole speech planned for this moment running through her head since the moment she’d set out from home. A speech about how she didn’t care about this woman and how she just wanted a portal to Ruby. But it was a little hard to remember the details of all of that right now.

“Oh?” Raven tilted her head, the small movement conveying unexpected levels of grace. She stepped forward again, her hands resting easily at her sides, her dark red and black kimono tightly wrapped around her body, pushing her chest up even higher. “I gave Tai directions, didn’t I? Did you think I was lying about that?”

“I, um.” No, that thought had never occurred to her. She’d known the directions her dad had given her were real, and actually she was still kind of mad he’d never told her he knew how to reach Raven before. But still… “N-no, it’s just… This wasn’t the kind of place I pictured you. I guess.” The huntress looked around at the busty crowds. Yeah, those definitely hadn’t been in any of her dreams about this moment.

But if Raven found her not-so-subtle implications insulting, she didn’t show it. Instead, her smile just grew wider, and she chuckled. “No? Well, Yang, you’ll find I’m a woman just full of surprises.” Then she looked to the side, a twinkle in her eye. “And who’s this? A friend of yours?”

Yang looked to her left. Weiss was still staring. “Oh, uh – yeah, this is my teammate, from Beacon. She’s, uh.”

“Weiss Schnee, heir to the Schnee dust company.” Raven’s serene expression never changed, even as she revealed she knew more than she let on. “Or, former heir, at least.”

“H-huh?” Weiss finally linked, looking up and shaking her head as her name was called. “Uh – yes! That’s, um, me. I’d… say it’s nice to meet you, but you’ve been keeping me prisoner…”

“Oh have we?” That actually did draw a frown from the bandit leader, and she gave her camp a stern look. “Funny, it seems that my girls forgot to report you were here to me. I’dve given you a proper greeting already if I’d been aware. So sorry for that.”

The Huntresses exchanged confused looks. This wasn’t going at all how they’d expected.

“… Thanks?” Weiss tried, before Yang grunted and stepped forward.

“We don’t need your apologies,” she growled, trying to bring the anger she felt towards this woman back up. “We need your portal!”

“My portal?” Raven’s frown evaporated, and she blinked in surprise. “Really now? Have you not come to join me, dear?”

“Hell no!” Yang’s eyes flashed red at the very idea. “You’ve had more than enough chances to be part of my life. All I care about is catching up with Ruby!”

The demand echoed through the camp. Raven almost looked taken aback. “Hm. I see.” And then she stepped away, drawing the curtain covering the entrance to her tent open. “Perhaps we should discuss this inside, girls.”

Again, the two Huntresses shared a look. Weiss didn’t look all that confident – but she was willing to follow Yang and see how things went. Yang, meanwhile, had reaffirmed her determination. Her mother was here, and she was going to help them reach her sister, whether she liked it or not. That was the only way forward.

The pair paused, and then nodded to one another. Understanding had been reached. Then, as one, they turned, and walked into Raven’s tent. Raven followed in their wake, the flap closing behind them, cutting off the outside world.

The air inside the tent was warm, feeling thick against the Huntress’s skin, while carrying a sweet scent when they breathed it in. Raven’s voice carried through the room with ease, cutting through any other sounds despite being little louder than a whisper. “Why don’t you take a seat, girls?”

Weiss had to stop herself from shivering. For a moment she could have sworn that she felt something large, warm, and soft pressing into her back… But she must have been imagining it. Like Yang, she quickly got herself seated at the table. Raven, meanwhile, took her time, brewing a mug of tea before taking her own chair – lowering herself into it slowly, leaving the other two staring up at the shelf that was her chest, descending down upon them. Weiss shuddered again, her treacherous imagination now filling her mind with the image of them pressing down on her face, those giant tits wrapping around her head and…

“Weiss? Are you okay?” A hand on her shoulder shaking her roused her from her snug daydream, and she realised she was still staring. Oops.

With a shake of her head, she tried to play it off. “I’m fine. Sorry. Long day.”

Yang nodded, relieved. She needed all the support she could get for this one. So far nothing had turned out like she had planned. “Alright. So, mom- Could you… Could you… not do that?”

Raven was stretching, her arms curled high around her head, her chest thrust forward, and her tits all but bursting out of her kimono. The busty bandit blinked at her daughter’s request, before politely lowering her arms and letting her chest relax. “I do apologise – I was just trying to get comfortable. Now, what is it that you’re here for, Yang? Are you sure you haven’t come to join my tribe? You and your friend would both be welcome here.”

Yang just snorted at the offer. Weiss might have as well, if she wasn’t back to staring helplessly at Raven’s breasts, licking her lips nervously as she tried to ignore the bizzare urges taking hold of her.

“Join your tribe of big boobed bimbos? I don’t think so.” The blonde waved a hand dismissively, and nearly hit Weiss in the face by accident when the heiress found herself leaning forward for a better view. The jolt once again snapped her out of it, and sent her scooting backwards, blushing so fiercely she looked like she was about to melt – though Yang didn’t notice at all. “Why would anyone do that? I don’t even get why you’re out here in the first place.”

“Oh no?” Raven smirked, and lifted her cup of tea to her mouth, blowing on it softly before taking a sip. Again, her top strained as she leaned her head back, and again, Weiss found her eyes pulled like magnets to that bulging line of cleavage. “Well I’m happy to explain. You see, in this place, this tribe, is the one place on all of remnant that’s actually, truly, safe.”

“Safe?” Again, the blonde scoffed. “This place? You don’t even have walls to keep the grimm out! And sorry, but none of your ‘tribe’ looks strong enough to break anything stronger than a nail, so don’t even pretend they could fight off any attackers.”

And for a moment, Raven actually looked annoyed, her brow furrowing as she peered at her daughter, as if she was expecting something else – some other reaction entirely. But that moment soon passed, and the bandit queen’s frown soon vanished as her eyes flicked to the other woman in the room – the white-haired Huntress who was still staring at her boobs despite her absolute best efforts. There was a flicker of a smile on Raven’s face as she took another sip, and then raised her eyes back up to meet Yang’s.

“It might surprise you to know that every member of my tribe is stronger than she looks,” she said easily – something that Weiss could probably have confirmed, if she could look up right now. “But that’s only the bare minimum. You see, this place is a refuge, away from the threat of the grimm or the tyranny of the four kingdoms – and especially away from the manipulations of that scheming wizard up in his tower. This is a safe place – a place where you can, mmm, relax…” She said, gesturing about and pushing her chest forward as she did so, making it bounce so satisfyingly. “… And be who you want to be~”

Weiss’s shoulders slumped, and her mouth dropped open as her eyes bounced in her skull, still fixed on those magical breasts – her body relaxing without her even thinking about it. Yang, once again, didn’t notice. “What? The four kingdoms aren’t a threat – unless you’re scared of someone stopping you from doing whatever you want!”

Raven just smirked. “Listen,” she said, again giving her tits another jiggle, and smiling wider as she noticed Weiss leaning forward once more. “Don’t think that way. Haven’t you looked around? Seen how happy everyone is here?” Each emphasised word coupled with a bounce, a jiggle, or a deep breath that threatened to pull her kimono completely open…

Yes, Weiss was practically drooling at this point, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips – though Yang remained stubbornly defiant, her gaze barely slipping to Ravens boobs at all. “Yeah,” she snorted. “They’re happy alright – what do you expect from a bunch of brainless bimbos?”

Such a rude child – she’d need to be seen to directly. But first, she had to finish the job on the heiress.

“Oh Yang,” Raven sighed, taking another sip of her tea. “Appearances can be so deceiving. Every one of those women is a trained and powerful fighter. Why must you be so judgemental? Can’t you just relax and listen to me for once?”

Ohhh, Weiss really was starting to drool now – her eyes had turned nice and blank. The lights were on, but no one was home~ A pity for her that her friend was too busy arguing with her mother to notice.

“What? Don’t make me laugh – those women? Fighters? They don’t have enough braincells between them to count past five, and I’d love to see how they handle weapons with tits like those getting in the way all the time!”

My my, she really was annoyed, wasn’t she? Alas, it didn’t seem to bother Raven at all.

“True enough. I suppose it would be more fair to say they were all powerful fighters, once. But when they got here, they all realised they had no more need to fight, and turned their brains to boobs.”

The comment, coupled with the solid bounce from the dark haired woman’s tits, drew a soft moan from Weiss – but Yang was already talking over her. “Brains to… boobs?”

And Raven just nodded, again sending her breasts jiggling. “Brains to boobs. It’s so much more relaxing that way. No more worrying. No more thinking. Just give up and turn all your thoughts into tasty, sensitive, pleasure giving boobflesh~”

Weiss’s top was starting to look uncomfortably tight…

While Yang was starting to look rather creeped out. “M-mom, why are you talking like…?”

But Raven was well past the point of caring what her daughter thought of all of this. Instead she turned to Weiss fully, and crossed her arms beneath her chest, pushing it up and pulling her kimono down, revealing another inch of tit. “That’s it. It feels good, doesn’t it, girl? Feeling all those smarts of yours turn to mush while your thoughts are sucked down into those growing girls on your chest.”

“Ssssoooo goooooood…” Weiss sighed, much to her blonde friend’s alarm as she finally noticed what was happening – too late. Much, much too late.

“Yes. That’s it. It feels good to turn your brains to boobs. It feels good to obey me. If feels good to become a dumb. Giggly. Stupid. Big breasted. Slut. Doesn’t it?”

Weiss just giggled as her top began to tear from the collar down.

“Then finish it! Take those brains of yours, take every last thought you have, and smush them down into your breasts – turn them all into boobs, and pledge yourself to me~!”

Riiiiiip!

“Ah! Ohhhhhh~” Weiss suddenly sat upright, her head thrown back in an orgasmic moan as her breasts burst through her top, now just as big as any of the women’s outside – though not quite as large as the pair on Raven’s chest. She was smiling widely now, her expression vapid, her eyes slowly starting to fill with blue and white spirals. There wasn’t a brain left in her head – they’d all been squelched down south. “Yeeeesss…”

“Weiss!” Yang didn’t know what to make of what she’d seen. She didn’t understand what had just happened. But she knew it was bad – really bad. And she knew who was responsible. “What have you done to her?!” She yelled, her eyes flaring red as she rose to her feet, preparing for a fight.

And, calmly, Raven rose as well – her expression just as smug as her daughter’s on her finest day. “Why, I inducted her into the tribe, Yang. Just like I did all of those other women out there. It will bring a lot of strength to us to have a Schnee among our number, even if she’s not the thinking type anymore.”

“You-!” The blonde had heard more than enough. Her aura flared as she lunged towards her mother, fist pulled back to strike her down with all of her might…

… Only for arms stronger than steel to wrap around her from behind, catching her in a body lock, her arms dangling uselessly at her sides. Shocked, she tried to turn around to see who’d caught her – only to see a shock of white hair, and feel the pressure of newly grown breasts pressing into her back. “W-Weiss? What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Raven asked, her tone much like a cat’s purr. “She’s obeying her leader, like any good member of my tribe.”

Yang’s jaw dropped open. “N-no… Weiss, let me go! Lemme go so that I can stop her!”

“Oh, she won’t be doing that,” Raven chuckled as she stepped around the table, walking up to meet Yang face to face. “She’s far too obedient now. Unlike you.” And again, the bandit queen frowned. “You know, if you’d just agreed to join me from the start, I would have made you my heir. My second in command. But you just had to be stubborn, didn’t you? Hm, you get it from your father. Ah well. You will be joining the tribe, Yang. You just could have been so much more.”

But the blonde wasn’t having any of it. “I don’t know what the hell you did to Weiss, but it clearly doesn’t work on me, you bitch! I will never join your god damn tribe!”

“Hmm.” Raven tilted her head and chuckled. “True, it didn’t work on you. But that just means you need a stronger dose.” She reached up to the collar of her kimono, her fingers lightly curling around the edge of the fabric. “Weiss, dear, hold her steady for me.”

Yang blinked. “Wha-“

And then the bandit queen pulled open her top, and let her mammoth mammaries out in all their glory. The world seemed to go silent, the entirety of everything focused upon the giant bare chest of Raven Branwen, as it bounced and jiggled freely, unrestrained by cloth, standing proudly without even so much as a bra.

The sight hit Yang like a truck, smacking her straight between the eyes and burning the image into her brain. She staggered immediately, swooning as her mind fell into a daze. Had it not been for the sturdy arms supporting her, she might well have fallen straight to her knees. As it was she was all but limp, her breath hot and ragged, the red and purple colours in her eyes starting to blend together into colourful spirals. She could feel the edge of her mouth starting to quirk upwards, a brainless smile fighting to place itself on her lips…

… But still she struggled. Still she tried to resist.

And Raven took pity on her. “Oh Yang,” she said, reaching up to stroke her daughter’s hair. “Why do you still fight? You’ll be so much happier as another brainless member of my tribe. Just give in. Let all those tiresome thoughts become nothing more than fat for your chest. It’ll all be better that way.”

Slowly, the blonde blinked, and looked up at her mother. With a desperate struggle, she managed to force a single word past her lips, even as they started to slip into a smile. “Please…”

Gently, Raven stroked her cheek, sighing sadly. Then she grabbed the back of her daughter’s head, and yanked her down face first into her cleavage. “Mmph!”

Riiiiiiiiiiip!

Yangs breasts burst out of her top immediately, instantly inflating themselves up to just below her mother’s level as her brain was squelched out of existence. All of her thoughts, all of her resistance, all of it was utterly obliterated by the simple, utter, undeniable truth of TITS. She didn’t even have time to struggle – all she could do was to sink into boob-filled oblivion.

By the time Yang was let back up again, she was smiling just as widely, just as brainlessly, as Weiss – and every other member of the tribe.

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“Hey, like, wait up!” Yang called, her chest bouncing as she chased after her friends, her tight bandit uniform doing little to stop her most proud assets from doing as they pleased. Hey eyes were no longer spirals, having faded back into a dull shade of lilac, but her face was still plastered with a brainless smile, no matter what the time of day or situation.  “Guuuuuys!”

“Well come on then, slow poke!” The friends she was chasing giggled, turning and waiting for her to catch up. “We don’t wanna be late!”

If anyone from outside the tribe saw them, neither of the two girls Yang was chasing would have been recognisable. Which was fair for the one on the left, a dark brown-haired girl named Vernal, the one with the third biggest tits in the village (after Raven and Yang), and the second smartest (after Raven) – though the gap between first and second place was large enough to fit all of Menagerie. But the white-haired girl on the right probably would have minded, once upon a time – back when she was Weiss Schnee, heiress and star, instead of Weiss, member of the Branwen tribe. But now she had traded her high end designer clothes for the rags and furs of the bandit tribe, had given up her signature hair style for simple, long flowing locks, and, of course, had completely traded her brains for a titanic pair of tits, she found she didn’t much care for the fame. Or, well, she didn’t really remember it and thinking hard about anything made her go cross eyed these days, but that was about the same thing.

Though, if Weiss was dumb – and she was, she really, really was, she thought counting on the fingers of your other hand was advanced math – she was a shining star genius compared to Yang. The blonde’s brain had truly been put through the wringer, draining out every last drop of intellect or sense to squeeze them down into her tits. Which had given her the largest bust in the tribe short of their leader (And everyone was, like, totes jelly of her for it) but it did leave her as a bit of a brain-dead ditz. She couldn’t go five seconds without getting distracted by bouncing, or giggling, or perhaps even both if she was really on her game. Which was why she needed Vernal and Weiss – both giggly dumb dumbs themselves, of course – to keep an eye on her, to make sure she didn’t get lost, or follow any random hot guys away from the village, or, worst of the worst, miss their leader’s daily speech!

Which was what they were heading to now, in fact, as the bouncy blonde finally caught up with her pals, and they proceeded to the main gathering area, where a crowd was already beginning to form. Not a single member of the tribe wanted to miss this – it was the best part of the day, in fact! The part where they all lined up to let their leader tell them what to think~

And they didn’t have to wait long. A happy cheer went through the entire camp as their large titted leader emerged from her tent, smiling over the gathered mass of big breasted bandits – with Weiss and Yang cheering the loudest.

“Good morning girls,” Raven said, her voice easily carrying across the camp as everyone hushed themselves, eager to listen and obey. “I’m glad to see everyone is doing well – especially our newest members.” Her daughter and her teammate preened at the attention, hands clasped behind their backs, their large chests thrust out proudly.

“Today, I’m going to explain our next raid to you all,” the bandit queen continued. “But before I do, let’s do a little… loyalty reinforcement.”

And with those simple words, the entire tribe drew eager breath, as Raven’s hands grasped the opening of her kimono, and pulled…

A happy sigh rolled through the crowd, as glorious, ginormous, godly tits bounced into view, and the simple minds of every girl in the tribe evaporated, each bandit’s eyes turning into multi-coloured spirals as vapid, brainless smiles spread across their faces. Weiss, her eyes a shimmering swirl of white and blue, mindlessly pulled down her top and started groping her own big boobs, her smile just as empty as her mind… But she was still nothing compared to Yang, who was openly drooling onto her tits, her eyes a twirling strobe of red and violet. She was bent over, the weight of her mother’s tits in her brain too much for her to stay upright, the wind whistling through her ears as her entire existence was consumed by soft, bouncy boobs.

“Perfect.” Raven’s smile alone was cunning and quick, endlessly satisfied at the mindless boob army she had before her, hanging on her every word. “Now listen closely, girls, and let me do all of the hard thinking for you…”

And her tribe had no choice - but to obey. 

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“Good Evening Vale, it’s six o’clock, I’m Lisa Lavender. In tonight’s top news, we examine the strange rumours of the so-called ‘Branwen Tribe’ that have been on everybody’s lips – the mysterious beautiful bandits with their trademark big breasts that everyone thinks is a threat, but no one can seem to locate. Here we’ll discuss the facts, the myths, and the lies, on the Vale News Network.”

“Obviously the idea that a mere bandit tribe could be a threat to any of the kingdoms is a complete fabrication – indeed, our research here at VNN has revealed that the very existence of this ‘Branwen Tribe’ is almost certainly false. Despite our well-connected fact checkers searching high and low, no one can find even a hint of any such group ever setting foot in Vale territory. All signs point to the fictional story of the Tribe being used as an insurance fraud scam conducted by…”

Lisa’s words were delivered as calmly and professionally as ever – and yet, regular viewers at home felt that there was something different about her presentation tonight. Perhaps it was the way the studio lights seemed to be reflecting in her eyes, causing this odd optical effect which made it look like her pupils had been replaced with soft purple spirals. Or maybe it was something about how her shirt seemed to have shrunk in the wash, looking several sizes too small for the mountainous mamaries she was carrying on her chest – even as they watched, another button pinged off, her tits jiggling as the shirt binding them relaxed a touch. Or possibly it was her lax posture, or the fact that she seemed to be drooling onto her chest…

None of this bothered her new director, though, the dark-haired woman who had teleported into the studio just before broadcast and who stood behind the camera line with her bare, bouncy tits on full display as a reward for her newly brainless propaganda thrall. Beside her, a white-haired woman, equally brainless, and equally drooling, was holding up cue cards for Lisa to mindlessly follow. They read quite differently from the new story she had expected to report tonight, but such things were beneath her notice now.

Over in the corner of the studio, far away from the cameras, the two female security officers who’d come to see what was going on were getting their own show. One of them had been snagged by the brown-haired second in command, and was getting her brains utterly mulched with her head pressed firmly between the bandit’s big soft breasts, her slouched posture and liberal amount of drool indicating she was already well on her way to braindead heaven. The other had fallen prey to the big boobed blonde, who was bouncing up and down, her huge chest doing the rest of the work. The guard had already fallen to her knees, a mindless grin upon her face, drool starting to pool between her growing tits. Indeed, judging by the way that both guards’ chests were starting to rip through their uniforms, two new members of the tribe were well on their way.

They wouldn’t be the last. Soon, The Tribe’s numbers would swell higher than ever before… And their future had never looked brighter. It was good to be a busty bandit~