Pyrrha's Plot Part 3 - Blake/Weiss (Patreon)

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Blake Belladonna treasured - truly treasured - few things in life. Her family. Her friends. And her private room at Beacon Library to which she and she alone possessed the key, stolen from the desk staff about two years ago and kept safely on her person ever since. It gave her some of the things she liked the most in the world – a quiet place to read, a good spot to store books, and a lair from which she could hide out overnight and raid the bookshelves whenever she pleased after closing time.

The girl liked books, what else was there to say?

Of course, such a hideout couldn’t remain secret forever – especially given how nosey Blake’s friends were, and it hadn’t been long after she’d started using the place that teams RWBY and JNPR had started getting suspicious. Their investigations had been swift, brutal, and had left a mark on Beacon Academy that lasted to this day – Ozpin still hadn’t managed to get the footprints cleaned off of his office ceiling – and the whole thing had been highly embarrassing… So eventually, if only to stop the madness before it truly got started, she had let them all in on her little hideaway. She hadn’t given any of them a key, though, she wasn’t insane. They knew where to find her if they needed her, that was more than enough.

Blake’s friends could be… intense. Sometimes that was the only nice thing she could think to say about them. Sometimes.

Today, right now, she was willing to be more charitable. They had all behaved themselves lately. Which was why she didn’t give the door an ultimate Belladonna-brand death-glare when someone knocked on it – no, just a regular death-glare. Much less immediately lethal. Wasn’t she generous?

Bah, who was interrupting her reading time? With a silent huff of annoyance, the cat-eared girl rose from her chair and crossed the room, opening the door cautiously at first, and then easily when she saw who was on the other side. “Well hey there Invincible Girl. What’s up?”

Pyrrha winced and chuckled good-naturedly as Blake used her most loathed title – she had interrupted reading time, after all. “Hello again Blake – I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, possibly breaking a record for quickest double catchphrase. “But have you seen Ruby? Yang said she might be studying with you…”

“Ruby?” The catgirl flicked her unhidden ears, thinking for a moment. “No, not since this morning. We’re due to do a study session in a few hours – I could pass on a message if you like?”

But the Champion shook her head. “No, no, that won’t be necessary. I’m sure I’ll find her. She’s probably with Weiss, unless she’s in there with you instead.”

Blake smiled, and widened the door so that Pyrrha could see in. “Nope, ‘fraid not. I’ve no idea where they’re at though.”

“I see. Well, thank you, Blake. I…” And then the redhead trailed off, her hand slowly rising to touch against her brow. “I…”

“Pyrrha? Are you alright?” Suddenly Blake was concerned. Reading time or no, she had no desire to see her friend in pain, and she was looking very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“I’m fine, I just… You’re alone?” Pyrrha’s eyes squeezed closed for a moment. When they opened again, something was different. A chill ran down Blake’s spine, even though she wasn’t sure why.

“Um…” The dark-haired woman found herself wanting to close the door again. “Yeah?”

And Pyrrha just chuckled again, shaking her head. “Sorry. Small sinus pain. It’s gone now.” She smiled, and it was almost as warm as it normally was from the nicest girl on campus. Almost. “I’d best get going. Enjoy your read, Blake…”

And with that, the Champion stepped away, and Blake closed the door with a click.

What was that all about? Something weird had just happened, but she couldn’t put her finger on what. The faunus’s instincts were well honed, and right now they were telling her to be on guard. But why? Because Pyrrha had a headache? Surely she was just being paranoid…

Shrugging, Blake dismissed her unease, and returned to her latest book – a tale about a former convict attempting to outrun an even worse fate – with a sigh. She’d have to ask Ruby if Pyrrha had found her later. If there was anything funny going on – which there wasn’t, she was just being silly – Ruby was sure to notice.

Silence, blissful, peaceful silence, settled back upon the faunus’s sanctuary, and she resumed her read. Ah yes, the protagonist had just escaped from the evil witch’s first minion…

But Blake had barely turned more than a few pages before something tweaked at her instincts once again. This time, though, the source of that tweak was more identifiable – and more irritating. On her desk, just next to her book, was the shine of a red light. A laser pointer.

The catgirl’s eyes narrowed as her lips pursed. Okay, who was being a jackass today? Yang? Nora? Bah, why were the cute ones always such idiots. She swatted at the light in irritation, hissing quietly as it swung around her hand.

“This isn’t funny, you know,” she groused, not quite able to take her eyes off of it just yet. Stupid cat instincts. “I’m going to kick your ass for this.”

She followed the light with growing annoyance, trying to grab it out of the ‘air’ multiple times, before it rose up off of her desk and shone onto the wall in front of her. The larger scale brought it into focus, and to her mild surprise she realised that it wasn’t just a laser dot, it was a pattern. A spiral.

A spiral that was slowly starting to turn.

“Oh ha ha, guys,” she muttered. She would have rolled her eyes too, but for some reason they remained fixed on the glowing red swirl before them. “What’s this supposed to do, hypnotise me? That’s not how… That’s not how… uh…”

She blinked, her eyelids sliding slowly as her brow relaxed. In front of her, the spiral spun.

Something funny was happening. Again, her instincts were prickling at her. But they seemed so distant all of a sudden. So hard to focus on. It was much easier to just follow the curve of the spiral, to let its rotation steadily guide her gaze down and around into…

Blake swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling rather dry. What had she… What had she been saying again?

“I…” The spiral spun, and her focus slipped for a moment before she recovered. “I don’t… like this. S-stop…”

She said the words more for her own benefit than anything – her thoughts were slipping away from her, her focus rooted on this twisting display, the image of it swirling up her mind and making her lose track of what she was thinking. Still, hopefully her friends would hear her and stop this strange prank…

But instead, she just felt gentle fingers settle softly on her shoulders. “Hush now, little Kitty,” said a familiar voice. “Just watch the lights and let your brain melt away~”

Blake’s jaw started to droop, hanging slack as she stared forwards into the red swirling spiral, unable to look away or tear her attention from it. At her shoulders, those fingers were slowly beginning to squeeze and kneed her flesh, steadily massaging away the tension in her muscles. But still she tried to speak. “P-Pyrrha…?”

“Shhhhh…” The Champion soothed her. “That’s enough now. Relax, Blake. It’s time to relax, and stop thinking… Time to become the Pretty Titty Kitty you were always supposed to be~”

“P-pretty… titty… kitty…” Blake was already drooling, the words pounding into her brain as the light poured in through her eyes. “N-no, I… I…”

Her stumbling words fell apart as the hand on her right shoulder released her and circled around to scatch her gently under the chin, sending a shudder of pleasure right through the catgirl’s body. “Yes Blake. Pretty. Titty. Kitty.” Each word was accompanied by another joyous scritch. “No more hard thinking or reading for you – just the nice, simple existence of a pet. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

The helplessly struggling faunus wanted to say no – that it sounded awful, like that was the opposite of everything she had ever wanted – but the way that Pyrrha said it made it sound so heavenly…

“Let me give you a hand,” the Champion giggled, slowly lifting Blake’s chin up, and raising her face to stare up at the ceiling, breaking her line of sight towards the spiral. “Since you like my little light trick so much – here, have a look at the source.”

And she raised a single finger over the catgirl’s eyes, the tip starting to glow… Before solid beams of light shot straight down into her face, filling her vision with deep, twisting spirals. Blake gasped, shaking as the hypnotic effect doubled, and then quintupled, the bright red image filling her brain, churning up all of her thoughts and reducing them to mush. Drool began to pour from the corner of her mouth like a river undammed, dripping down onto her chest – which was starting to look a touch bigger than it had a second ago.

“There we are…” Pyrrha smirked. The poor girl had made it almost too easy – her only protection a lock which had bent all too easily when subjected to polarity. Feeling the resistance drain out of her now was such a rush – an easy conquest. With a giggle, she pulled the ebon-haired girl back to rest her head between the Champion’s tits – ready to fully massage her brains away. “Just relax. Let your mind go dim. You’re going to be a lovely Titty K-“

Poof

That was the sound that Blake made as her head finally sank down to rest between Pyrrha’s breasts – and then vanished in a puff of smoke. Behind them, the door to Blake’s Library sanctum rattled on its hinges, swinging back and fourth as someone exited the room at great speed.

Pyrrha’s hungry expression flattened in annoyance. Damn. She’d gotten over confident – a mistake she’d never forgive herself for if it had happened in a fight. And that girl’s semblance was incredibly annoying.

Oh well. The Champion did up her top and left the room, already eyeing the signs of Blake’s passage. She wouldn’t get far.

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Weiss Schnee was many things. Rich. Skilled. Loyal. Beautiful. Moral. A valuable ally to have, and a terrible enemy to make. All of these things and more.

What she was not, was particularly gifted in the assets department. Which was fine! Big boobs aren’t everything, obviously, as she would be very happy to inform anyone who pointed out the flatness of her chest, at sword point, with a rather manic look in her eyes.

Ruby growing bigger than her during their second year had been a rather big hit to the old ego, honestly. She- she was due a growth spurt any day now – a big growth spurt! L-look at Winter, after all. Same genetics. It was only a matter of time, guys. Really! But that ‘little’ bruise from her partner tended to give the young Schnee a lot of frustration that she had to get out. Usually, she chose to do so via combat training. Such was the case today (after Ruby had forgotten to wear a towel out of the shower again) and at this hour she had the training range to herself. That suited her just fine.

“Hmph.” The Heiress slid to a stop after a full haste-rune boosted lap of the range, popping her earphones out – classical music was her workout theme, naturally - and checking her time. “A new record. Just as I thought.”

She was dressed in her workout clothes – a simple white t-shirt and light blue shorts, because maintaining a colour theme was important – and even despite the large amount of exercise she was getting she had barely worked up a sweat. Clearly she needed to push harder – she wasn’t going to improve if she didn’t push her limits. Let no one say that Weiss Schnee was not a perfectionist.

But her next lap would have to wait – for just as she was gearing up for another run, all the gun turrets and holographic opponents that would attack her around the course already reset and ready, the door to her training room popped open, and a vividly familiar redhead peered in. “Hello? Is anyone – Oh, hello Weiss!”

“Pyrrha!” Weiss did not squeak – Schnees did not squeak, thank you – but she certainly came close as she tried to cover up her scruffy gym cloths from one of the main women she had a crush on (the other being the towel-forgetting idiot who would not be named, not that the Heiress was going to admit that). “What brings you here?”

“Oh, I was just looking for Blake… Or was it Ruby?” For some reason the redhaired warrior looked confused at her own question. “Ah, have you seen either of them?”

“Blake? No – she’s probably at the Library, though. She’s always lost in her books this time of day.” Weiss was the perfect teammate, so of course she knew her team’s schedules. “Ruby was here earlier, but I chased her off when she started messing with my S-pod.” She waved her music player, a slim device with a big screen and a white case that fit snugly in her hand or on her belt. “She was uploading a bunch of modern pop trash to it because she thought my music was ‘boring’.” Weiss snorted. “If she’s managed to thaw herself out, she’ll probably be down in the armoury playing with upgrades for Crescent Rose.”

Pyrrha was giggling at the mental image already. “I see. Not a fan of pop music, Weiss?”

Ha! “Of course not!” The white-haired lass adopted the smirk of someone who’s superiority is utterly self-assured. “It’s all brainless nonsense. I prefer compositions and lyrics with some thought put into them… Pyrrha? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine…” The Champion replied quickly, the odd daze that Weiss had seen in her eyes vanishing, replaced by the strangest look. “Actually… I’ve been looking for something new to listen to, now that you mention it. May I see your playlist? I might be interested in looking these pieces up, if you like them…”

“O-of course!” The Heiress couldn’t keep the blush off of her face as she quickly fumbled to hand the S-pod over to her crush. The chance to do a good deed for the Amazonian beauty? Hell yes she’d jump at that! “I, I can even get you an S-pod with my full selection already loaded on it if you like – I, ah, my family does produce them…”

“We’ll see,” Pyrrha said airily, sounding rather amused for some reason, though Weiss didn’t pick up on it. Nor did she pick up on the glittering runes that sparkled around her S-pod in Pyrrha’s hand. “For now, though, I should get back to my hunt. Sorry, Weiss, I’d love to stay and watch, but I really do need to catch up with Blake.”

Oh my. Weiss was feeling rather faint. Don’t swoon, Schnees don’t swoon! “T-that’s fine,” she croaked, waving as Pyrrha slid back out through the door. “Feel- feel free to drop by anytime!”

And then she was alone again. Phew. Well, that had been nice. Now if only her heart would stop racing…

Weiss took a deep breath, letting that giddy tension leak out of her, and drawing in calm. There. That was better. Relaxed, calm and focused. Annnnd nope still filled with far too much frustrated energy all over again aahhhhh time to get back to running!

The Heiress shivered, then shook her head and tried to focus. Right. New record time. She was going to absolutely trash this course! No doubt in her mind. With one hand she signalled the stopwatch to start the clock, while with the other she clipped her S-pod back onto her belt and hit play, ready to listen to rapturous melodies as she danced through the-

“Hey hey! Here here!

Time to play let’s have a cheer!”

What the-

“There’s no need to think and stuff!

Those brains of yours have done enough!”

A jaunty, quick beat filled with instruments and cheerful lyrics filled her ears, almost like a rally chant. Was this that wretched pop music!? Damnit Ruby! She’d thought she’d stopped her in time!

“Time to rest that silly head

Trade it in for tits instead!”

The Heiress growled with barely restrained fury, not even listening to the ‘lyrics’ as her hand reached up to rip her earphones out, the other tearing her s-pod off her belt and thumbing for the pause button. But-

“It’s so fun, don’t you see?

Listen to how it’s going to be~!”

- instead of the normal screen she’d been expecting to see, her eyes were greeted by a kaleidoscope of white and black lines and circles spinning around and forming infinite cascading patterns. Her brow creased in irritated surprise at the discovery, but before she could wonder if her device had developed some sort of programming bug, the image shifted, twisting around itself, and she found her attention being drawn, almost forced, into its deep, deep depths.

“It’s okay, you can stare!

We’ll just fill your head with air~”

Something was… wrong… She couldn’t look away… Her mind was… spinning… falling…

Slowly, the Heiress’s shoulders relaxed, as her jaw sank, and her eyes glazed – reflecting the light of the spiralling kaleidoscope as it dragged her thoughts into oblivion. And the music continued to play, pumping into her ears without cease…

“Hey hey! Here here!

Time to play let’s have a cheer!”

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Weiss woke with a start, her eyes fluttering rapidly. What had happened? She remembered her music player acting up, and then everything went kind of hazy…

Wait, where was she?

As her mind cleared, her surroundings started to come into focus – and she realised she wasn’t in the training hall anymore. In fact, this looked like one of the drama club theatres – because of course Beacon had a ton of those, individualist expression was one of Ozpin’s biggest priorities. They were all unused right now, since it was out of season, but during the festivals these theatres were normally full of acts and audiences. Weiss had even given a few singing performances herself, to the applause of more than a couple of large crowds…

But right now this one was empty and dark, save for a single spotlight shining down on her from above. And she was still dressed in her training gear, much to her embarrassment. How had she gotten here? Had she passed out? Had someone found her and carried her through the school for some reason, or… Had she sleep walked or something…?

Before she could puzzle it through, another distraction arose – this one all too familiar. Music began to play, cheerful, bubbly pop music, and with a start Weiss realised that her earphones were still in her ears.

“Rah Rah, Hey I’m here!

Listen to my bimbo cheer!”

Was it the same song? Grumbling, she reached up to pull them out – only for her hands to freeze half way up, as though some invisible force was holding them. Confused, Weiss lowered her arm, and then waved it around – even through the space where it had stopped. No problems. Then she reached for her earphones again and they stopped dead instantly. She couldn’t budge them.

“Kick my feet and split my legs

I’m crazy for those cheering regs!”

The Heiress twitched – trying to ignore the lyrics, but finding them hard to block out completely. What kind of stupid, brainless… Ugh! Why couldn’t she take these things out?!

“Having fun well glue your eyes

To my cheering bouncing thighs!”

W-whatever. She could sort that out later. Right now she had to get out of here before someone saw here. Stepping forward cautiously, peering around as if some tabloid reporter was about to spring out and snap a thoroughly humiliating photo of her at any moment, she approached the edge of the stage and… And…

“As up you go your gaze will pass

Upon my big cheerleader ass!”

And her foot froze. She couldn’t lift it to step out of the limelight. Something very, very wrong was happening here. Some kind of force was stopping her from leaving – and even worse, it was forcing her to listen to awful music!

“I’m so dumb, can’t help but giggle

As my big tits jump and jiggle!”

Ugh, this song needed to shut up! Bah! Okay, if whoever was behind all of this wanted to annoy her, job done! But she had an answer for that. Eyes narrowing, she fell into a combat stance – ha! Nothing stopping her from doing that! – and called fourth her semblance. With the power of her runes, she’d definitely be able to… to…

Wait, that wasn’t right.

“I’m so perky, see my pom?

Cheering loud is just the bomb!”

Instead of summoning a time rune beneath her feet as she’d intended, the rune had appeared in mid-air before her – and it wasn’t shaped like any rune she’d ever made before. Instead of complex, magical patters, this one was a simple geometric spiral, its four white lines curling inwards at a smooth, even incline, spinning around slowly as it hovered in front of her. There was something… strangely… familiar… about…

“Show me a spiral and I’ll strut

I’m just a dumbass hypno slut!”

Slowly, the tension leaked out of the white-haired woman’s frame as she stared, her eyes once again starting to glaze. And into her ears, the music continued to play…

“Melt my brains until I’m dumb

Fill my head with sticky gum!

I’m not smart I’m just a ditz

We’ll go again until I fit!”

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Weiss woke with a start, her eyes fluttering rapidly. What had happened? She was stood back in the middle of the stage, the spotlight focused on her once more, and the music-

“Rah Rah, Hey I’m here!

Listen to my bimbo cheer!”

- Was pounding into her head.

“Ngh… Bimbo cheer… What just…?” The Heiress murmured, raising a hand to rub her brow. Her head felt fuzzy, and that annoying beat just wouldn’t let up to give her a chance to focus her thoughts. Worse, she found herself starting to nod along with the rhythm, her fingers slowly tapping against her thigh in time with the music. Her heels were even shifting along, flexing as though she was getting ready to dance.

She shook herself. “I don’t have time for this,” she grunted, striding off towards the edge of the stage once more.

“Kick my feet and spread my legs

I’m crazy for those cheering regs!”

“I have to- Woah!” Weiss almost screamed as her step forwards suddenly became a high kick, her foot shooting up into the air above her head and unbalancing her. Then before she could recover it came down again, forcing her weight forwards and sliding along the floor until she found herself doing the splits up on stage, not entirely sure how she got there.

The lyrics bounced around in her fuzzy head, and she frowned. “Cheering regs? That’s a terrible rhyme…”

And yet for some reason it felt really catchy, the words repeating over and over in her mind. Struggling, she tried to sit up, rolling her legs around so that they were spread in front of her. Wait, why was she-

“Having fun well glue your eyes

To my cheering bouncing thighs!”

Automatically, she rolled onto her back, kicking her legs in the air, before flipping over onto her knees and blinking. “What? What’s happening…?” She started to rise…

“As up you go your gaze will pass

Upon my big cheerleader ass!”

Only for her body to shoot up on its own, her back forcing itself down to stick her short-clad butt up in the air, drawing a half enraged, half mortified yelp from Weiss. Despite her struggles, she couldn’t make herself straighten up, her behind wiggling back and forth for an invisible audience, until finally her impromptu show ended, and she slammed herself upright – eyes wide, cheeks burning red.

“What,” she said, “the hell. Was that.”

Her hips seemed entirely within her control now – although they did feel a bit odd. A little off balance, in some way? And her shorts felt oddly tight. She looked down, frowning, and… Wait, was she wearing a skirt? What had happened to her shorts?!

But before she could grapple with that, the song continued.

“I’m so dumb, can’t help but giggle

As my big tits jump and jiggle!”

Weiss found herself spinning around to face the empty theatre seats, pushing her chest forwards and shaking her almost non-existent breasts for the ‘crowds’, much to her growing horror. A small giggle even bubbled up from below, passing through her lips before she could clamp them down on it. And as she did, she could feel that strange tightness once again, this time in her chest, and felt as her shirt seemed to shrink in on her.

“What is this? Who’s doing this?!” She’d had enough. This humiliation would not stand. Her anger, her rage boiled up within her, her aura flashing around her, even as new lyrics began to play.

“I’m so perky, see my pom?

Cheering loud is just the bomb!”

“I’ll show you a bomb!” She yelled, summoning all of her power. She was going to break free of this, and then she was going to grind whoever set this ridiculous ‘prank’ up into dust and feed them to the grimm! She just needed to… to…

‘Oh,’ she thought, staring into the spiral her semblance had summoned right before her eyes and feeling everything start to drift away. ‘Right. I forgot about… that…’

“Show me a spiral and I’ll cave

I’m just a dumbass hypno slave!”

“Dumbass… hypno… slave…” She spoke slowly, her eyes dulling, reflecting only the spiral, as her mind became vacant of all thought.

And the music continued to play…

“Almost there I’m nearly done

Mistress Pyrrha’s nearly won!

Time to make me really stupid

Then her plot will be concluded!”

-

Weiss woke slowly, her eyes gently fluttering open…

Only for the music to immediately start, the same familiar perky beat flowing into her ears. But this time, it was different. This time it sounded… nice. Weiss felt a smile spread over her dazed face, as her body began to move, raising her arms, blue and white pom-poms appearing clasped in her fingers.

Then, without even really thinking about it, she began to sing.

“Rah Rah, Hey I’m here!

Listen to my bimbo cheer!

Plump me up and slim me down,

Make me the best cheerer in town!”

The words just spilled from her lips without even having to think about it – and they felt good to say. Where had they come from? Who cared! She was just a happy little cheer-slut, she didn’t need to think about any of that!

N-no, wait, that wasn’t…

“Kick my feet and spread my legs

I’m crazy for those cheering regs!

Raise my hands and shake my pom,

Soon my brains will be all gone!”

Arms still up in the air and waving her pompoms, Weiss sank down, her legs performing the splits with ease before circling around and kicking upwards, showing off. The move kicked up the hem of her skirt as well, and the rush of cool air on her cute little cunt reminded the cheer-slut that she wasn’t wearing panties. The thought made her gig-n-no! No, this wasn’t right!

Ngh… It was so hard to think, but this was wrong! She had to stop this! But every time she tried, the music got louder and another verse spilled from her lips…

“Having fun well glue your eyes

To my cheering bouncing thighs!

My legs are long and like to strut,

But I’ll still spread ‘em like a slut!”

As if to demonstrate, she did another split, legs spread out to both sides, showing her dripping nethers off to every seat in the house. And just to seal the deal, she dropped her pompoms for a moment, a hand coming around and rubbing along her cunt, spreading her walls for a show before licking her wet finger dry with a wink at the audience.

Yet still, in the back of her head, Weiss tried to resist. Even as her feet got back under her and she started to rise, she was struggling to pull herself together. She was a Schnee – a Huntress! She could fight this! She could push back!

“As up you go your gaze will pass

Upon my big cheerleader ass!

Does my butt not look quite fat?

With my thoughts we’ll soon fix that!”

The struggling Heiress ignored her body as it rose, shaking her behind at the invisible audience once more. She was much too focused on her internal struggle. But then she noticed the new lyrics her lips were spouting. Fix it with her thoughts? What did that me-ooooooooohhhhh~!!!

It was a strange, soft feeling in the middle of her head – the feeling of her struggling, weak little thoughts suddenly melting down in a burst of pleasure and dripping away, flowing down out of her shrinking brain out to her ass, which suddenly swelled, plumping up nice and round, her now light blue skirt growing shorter and shorter and making no attempt to hide her boosted booty.

Weiss’s eyes flickered, and then fluttered, as a suddenly much… stupider Heiress tried to regain her footing. Um, so, she’d been, like… thinking something? Yeah, the cheering was all, bad and stuff, right? Uh… Oh, thinking was so haaaard!

What wasn’t hard was all this cheering – her body was doing it on its own at this point! Now she was leaning forward, shaking her tiny titties out into the audience, her white t-shirt bouncing about on her frame.

“I’m so dumb, can’t help but giggle

As my big tits jump and jiggle!

Can’t stand to have them weak and small,

But I know how to fix it all!”

Huh? That caught the simplified Schnee’s attention. Her- her tits? She was cheering about fixing her tits? But… Wait, did that mean… No, wait, don’t-!

But her body didn’t listen to her brain anymore.

“See this scowl upon my head?

Dumb me down for smiles instead!

Cheerleaders don't need no wits

Drain my brains down to my tits-OH!”

Pop.

The feeling was sudden and swift – as though her brain had been a bubble, filled with thoughts and cunning, which had just burst. The pleasure was unimaginable, joy dancing on every nerve, and Weiss came with a low, happy moan.

The first time she’d lost half of her mind, the change had been gentle, slow. This time it was the opposite, hard and fast. Weiss’s eyes glazed completely, black and white spirals filling them completely, as her smile widened into a brainless, mindless grin, drool dripping down her chin and juices dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Her tits, of course, swelled up like balloons, filling her loose top to the brim, and then taking every last inch there was to spare, even as the now tight garment morphed into an even tighter cheerleading uniform. Now she bounced and jiggled with every step, a proper bimbo through and through.

And her empty head thought not a single, simple thing. The next verse came naturally to her, just like all of the others, and this time there was nothing left to resist it.

“Now I know how to behave,

I’m Weiss the bimbo, Pyrrha’s slave~

I’ll do my best, obey my leader

As her new hypno cheerleader! Yay!”

With another enthusiastic wave of her pompoms, which sent her chest bouncing and her ass shaking so hard the stage was starting to creak, the came to an end. Mission complete, the earbuds fell out, and the music player dropped to the floor, battery spent.

Weiss, bimbo that she was, didn’t notice.

“Huh,” she giggled instead, lightly chewing on her index fingernail. “That was fun! So much cheering to be done~ I’d best find Mistress, she’ll be so glad! To know my tits and ass are had~ I wonder if she’d like a show? I’d best go find her, she will know!”

Nodding proudly to herself, and without any awareness of her new pattern of speech, the bimbo cheerleader skipped off of the stage, no longer held back by her subconscious brainwashing, and bounced away to find her Mistress.

She couldn’t wait to show her – or show anyone – her latest cheers~

-

Blake scampered through the dorm, jumping from shadow to shadow, her ears sharp for any sounds of pursuit. There weren’t any, and she didn’t run into anyone else in her flight – it was the break in semesters, after all, and most teams didn’t just stay at the school all year like JNPR and RWBY.

She wasn’t really sure what was happening. Her thoughts were muddled, like she was trying to think through a wall of mud – but she knew whatever was going on, it was bad. Pyrrha had- had done something to her. Something that made it hard to think, something that made it hard to- to keep her thoughts together! She needed to run, she needed to get somewhere safe!

Had her head been clearer, she might have chosen to run to a teacher, but in her confusion she instead relied on instinct – and found herself outside the door to team RWBY’s room. Right, yes – her team would know what to do…

The door creaked open, and the befuddled faunus peered inside. “Yang? R-ruby?” She stage whispered, her ears still picked for any sound of a chase. “Weiss? Anyone here?”

There! She heard rustling – someone was in there. Maybe there were sleeping? Probably Yang, then – she had her lazy days. Relieved, Blake pushed the door open, and-

“Mooo~?”

- and stopped dead, eyes wide with shock. Before her was her partner, the unstoppable fiery spirit that was Yang Xiao Long, kneeling on the carpet – and looking anything but unstoppable. In fact for a moment, Blake wasn’t even sure it was Yang. The long blonde hair was unmistakable, but everything else was different. Her face was empty, vapid in a way that her partner never could have been, her eyes filled with slowly spinning spirals, her lips curled in a never-ending coo. Horns were poking through her hair, like she’d somehow turned into a faunus, except she had a tail waving in the air behind her as well. But the main attraction, the thing really throwing Blake into an alarmed panic, were her breasts.

They were huge. Bigger than any Blake had ever seen – easily bigger than the woman’s head and then some. Yang hadn’t had those when she’d seen her that morning – what the hell was going on?!

“Y-yang?” She asked, stepping closer, head still spinning. As she drew closer, she could see what her partner was doing – eagerly, happily groping her enlarged breasts, quietly ‘moo’ing in pleasure with every squeeze – occasionally causing the bell resting on her tits to clang as she jiggled. “Yang, what happened to you?!”

Could this have something to do with… with… With whoever was chasing her? Ah, why was it so hard to think…

She stumbled closer, reaching out – and in response, Yang gave her tits another squeeze, mooing loudly as pleasure burst through her system, and milk began to drip from her teats, big white drops forming on her nipples.

Blake’s eyes locked on to them hard.

Tasty milk for Pretty Titty Kitty!

The thought cut through the thick stuffing that had filled her head, instantly overriding all of her other concerns. She needed to drink that milk. Now. Nothing else was remotely important. The cat fell to her knees, scrambling across the floor until her lips were sealed tight around that wonderous spout and sucking hard, drawing another long, delighted Moo from the blonde cow she was suckling from.

She didn’t have to wait long for her delicious, delicious reward. White, warm and wonderful, the heavenly liquid rushed into her mouth, pouring down the catgirl’s throat and flooding her brain with utter bliss. It was perfect, the ultimate delight. As long as she had this, she didn’t have to worry about anything else.

She didn’t have to worry about the woman chasing her…

She didn’t have to worry about her top getting tight…

She didn’t have to worry about how hard it was getting to think…

She just had to be a pretty little titty kitty…

… N… No…

Pretty Titty Kitty…

No!

Pretty Titty-

No! This was… This was wrong!

With an incredible surge of will, Blake tore herself away from heaven, forcing herself backwards and spitting out the sacred liquid in her mouth, gasping for air. No, she couldn’t! This was wrong! She- she… Ngh…

It was harder to think than ever. She felt like her brain had shrunk three sizes. What was she- Why had she…? Ah, this was like, all so haaard… Why did she have to think? The urge to giggle and go right back to drinking was overpowering.

But she refused – partially because she knew that wasn’t right, and partially because another part of her brain, a far more powerful, far more primal part, had taken charge. The fight or flight reflex. And Blake Belladonna would always choose flight.

She bolted from the room, not even leaving a clone behind in her place, and charged off into the night, still trying to shake the words ‘Pretty Titty Kitty’ out of her head. And cow-Yang watched her go, still smiling blankly, spirals still spinning in her eyes, as she slowly reached up and began to massage her chest again.

She hoped the pretty kitty would come back soon – she had lots of milk to share~