Pyrrha's Plot 5: Blake Again (Rwby bimbofication) (Patreon)

Phew. Well, here we are, folks. The end of 2021.

How's everyone doing? I hope you all had a nice, or at least a survivable Christmas, if you found yourselves celebrating it. I'll try to do some reflecting on it all in the status post I'll put up with this, so for now let's just cut to the story - a much requested continuation of Pyrrha's Plot!

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“Oh Weiss…” Pyrrha sighed, fingers resting against the bridge of her nose, trying to massage away her irritation. She was starting to understand that old phrase, ‘surrounded by idiots’, and while this was technically her own fault… “I didn’t think you’d end up this brainless.”

Ah well. Her white haired hypno bimbo cheerleader couldn’t hear her anyway. The big boobed airhead was currently stood in front of her, pompoms held limply at her sides, a wide, empty, dim smile plastered over her face, her eyes nothing more than swirling black and white spirals as she drooled into her, admittedly, very impressive chest. That must have been where all her brainpower had gone. She certainly had no reason to feel lacking in that department anymore…

“If you’re going to knock yourself into a mindless trance, you should at least do it where no one else can spot you,” the redhead muttered, looking around. This part of the courtyard was rather secluded, at least, and there was still almost no one left in Beacon at this time of year, but there was still a risk of discovery if they stood around here all day. In fact, she’d best make sure that nothing like that had already happened. “Hey, dumbass – has anyone seen you like this?”

The normal Pyrrha would have been mortified to hear herself address one of her friends this way – but then, the normal Pyrrha was asleep right now, so she didn’t need to worry. Weiss, for her part, didn’t object. She was a brainless bimbo, after all!

“Mmm… Blake…” She managed to mumble, her mushed mind pulling an answer together more because of the trance she was in than any intelligent thought on her part. She really didn’t have any of those anymore.

It was enough though. “Blake?” Pyrrha’s eyes narrowed. “That rebellious little kitten is starting to become a real nuisance. Why couldn’t she have just let me melt her brains in the library? Why did she have to be so difficult?”

“Du-… dunno, Mistress…” Weiss answered again, her mindlessly slow voice utterly monotone.

“That was a rhetorical…” The redhead paused, and then chuckled, reaching out to pet the former heiress’s head fondly. “Never mind. You wouldn’t understand such a big word anyway. At least you behaved yourself, Weiss. You let your brains drain into your tits with no trouble at all, and now what are you? A happy bimbo.”

Despite her deep trance, the smile on Weiss’s face widened at her Mistress’s touch.

“Blake, though… I’ll have to track her down, and make sure that she never causes anyone any trouble ever again.” There was a worrying firmness to the champion’s voice, though obviously her oblivious pet cheerleader didn’t notice it. “Which way did she go?”

Mindlessly, Weiss lifted an arm and pointed off towards the armoury.

“Good girl~” Pyrrha smiled and gave the bimbo a quick grope, drawing a pleased yelp from her as her tits were squeezed. “Now, you go back to your dorm and wait until this silly trance you’ve put yourself in wears off, and then-”

“Oh hey guys!” And then, suddenly, Ruby. “What’cha doin’ out here in the trees? Am I interrupting something?”

Normally someone talking like that would sound at least a little devious, as if they were trying to imply they’d discovered some kind of illicit romance… But Ruby had a remarkable gift for sounding completely and totally innocent, no matter what she was saying. A trait of hers that hadn’t gone anywhere, even after she’d reached adulthood with the rest of her team.

Pyrrha sighed, removing her hands from Weiss and turning to face the silver eyed team leader with a somewhat strained smile on her face. All of these interruptions… Oh well. She needed to get this one ticked off her list anyway. Might as well do it now.

“Nothing at all!” She answered brightly, waving the younger woman over. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice Weiss’s drooling. “In fact, I was just showing your partner a new trick I’ve developed. Would you like to see?”

“Sure!” Ruby zipped over in a flash of petals. If you could count on Ruby Rose for anything, it was her insatiable curiosity. Especially when it came to combat techniques. “What is it?”

“Oh,” Pyrrha said, raising her shield to hover in front of Ruby’s eyes with her semblance, a pretty black and white spiral pattern engraving itself over the original design. “Just a little distraction I’m toying with. Watch closely and see if you can figure it out~”

And the shield began to spin. This wouldn’t take too long. Ruby had always been a simple soul…

-

Blake Belladonna was having a bad day. It had started out peacefully enough, having some private time in her favourite library hideaway, but then… Then things had gone wrong… somehow… She wasn’t quite sure how…

Honestly, she wasn’t quite sure of anything right now. Her head was filled with strange images of naked women and big breasts, which she was pretty sure she normally didn’t think so much about. And then there was the desperate thirst for milk, that she was sure had never been this bad before. But worst was definitely the strange song lyrics that kept repeating in her head, playing over and over – things like ‘Bitch you’re hot, bitch you’re pretty! Time to be a good titty kitty!’, or ‘You can’t hide and you can’t run! Melt those brains until you’re dumb!’ – all in Weiss’s voice.

It would be so east just to listen to them…

But no! She wouldn’t! She couldn’t! She had to keep going, had to keep running, until she found, um… Uh… Until she found… Ruby? Ruby! Yeah! Ruby would know what to do. It was her only chance… It was just so difficult, for some reason. It wasn’t even the cloudy feeling in her head, either, though that definitely didn’t help. Her whole body just felt so weird and slow, like she was carrying heavy weights on her chest, or that thick pillows had been strapped to her thighs. She kept stumbling and slipping, even when making jumps that should have been easy for her. It was, like, really weird!

Her clothes felt really tight, too, but she couldn’t work out why. Everything seemed normal for a big dumb pretty titty kitty like her… Uh… Ohhh, her head was spinning…

Blake stumbled up to the armoury with one hand on her head, trying to hold her thoughts steady. This was it, yeah. Ruby hadn’t been in her room – it had just been that nice tasty milk cow – so the only other place she could be was here, working on her Cres- Cress… Her big pointy stick! Yeah, she had to be here somewhere – and once she’d found her, she’d… She’d… Um…

She’d fix everything, somehow?

Okay, Blake’s head was far too airy and filled with pink to work that much out, but as long as she found Ruby it’d be okay. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through the door-

Suddenly, a shadow moved in the corner of her eye. The catgirl tried to react, but her bouncing boobs slowed her down, and before she could move someone was behind her, one arm around her shoulders, and the other on her-

“Ooooh!” Blake gasped and moaned as firm, confident fingers squeezed her breast through her shirt. Suddenly all of her worries and concerns seemed so much more distant than before…

“There you are,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. The faunus tried to place it for a moment, but another squeeze of her boob popped that thought – and several others – right out of her head. Instead she just found herself moaning and melting into her assailant’s grip without complaint. “You’ve been giving me a big run around, pussy cat…”

“A-aaa-aaahhh…” The catgirl’s eyes fluttered as her captor’s hands gave her another squeeze – and then began to move south, crossing over her smooth belly, fingers dancing on the flesh that had been exposed when her top had been pulled up by her expanding chest.

“But now that I’ve found you again… Well, I know how to lead a pussy around~”

Those dancing, graceful fingers slipped even lower. And just as the faunus was starting to pull her thoughts back together from that last squeeze, they popped open her tightly stretched belt and slipped into her panties – and Blake’s mind winked out in a flash of pleasure.

“Hauah!” Her head shot back, lips caught in a soundless cry of bliss as her eyes rolled up in her head. Her world turned a most wonderful shade of pink, and her awareness of anything save the fingers stroking inside her dripped right out of her brain.

“That’s a good pet…” The voice had a smirking edge – its owner could tell each word was going in one ear, and out the other three. But still, the hand beneath her belt could steer the woman just fine. “Now, come on. You’ve caused me enough trouble – and I’m going to make sure you never cause any more ever again.”

And with not even the slightest resistance, Blake smiled as she was led away from the armoury, and away from any chance of salvation…

-

By the time Blake’s awareness returned, her clothes had disappeared, and she’d been strapped to a cold, metal chair. Tight leather restraints had been wrapped around her wrists and ankles, and there was something on her face… A visor? Her vision had a green tint to it as she looked around, so maybe. It was dark around her, but fortunately faunus had excellent night vision, and she could see-

“Hello again!”

“Gah!” Were it not for the restraints, Blake would have jumped right out of her chair. As it was, all she accomplished was setting her boosted bust jiggling as her head shot around to look at a the smiling image of Pyrrha Nikos, standing in front of her.

Oh god, oh god, this was bad – wasn’t it? Ngh… Her head was still so thick and cloudy, but she was sure that Pyrrha had been… doing… something, to her. That she was the reason her head felt so slow and her body felt so heavy. That she was doing something bad, for some reason. But that didn’t make sense, did it? Pyrrha would never do anything to hurt any of her friends…

But then Pyrrha did something else that the redheaded champion would never do. She laughed – a dark, cold, evil laugh. It looked completely wrong on the woman’s face, and Blake felt a deep, primal fear grip her heart.

“Oh, the look on your face!” Pyrrha wiped at her eyes. “Terrified, but just too stupid to work out why. My girls have done a wonderful job on you.” She leaned forward, towering over the bound kitty. “With a brain that small I’m shocked you managed to hide from me for so long. My, how embarrassing…”

“P-Pyrrha, please…” Blake wasn’t sure what she was asking for, but there was something dark in the champions gaze – something that scared her deeply. “J-just lemme go, and we can, like, forget this ever happened!”

The redhead smirked. “Oh, you’re going to forget alright. Forget this, and a hell of a lot of other things~”

The faunus blinked. Her gummed up mind strained to work out what the other woman meant, but she just couldn’t think clearly enough to put the pieces together. “Wh-what?”

Pyrrha laughed again, bopping Blake lightly on the nose with a single finger. “Oh, Blake. Dear, dear Blake. There’s no point in explaining it to you – you’re far too stupid to understand any of this now. But I’ll put it as simply as I can.”

She held up her scroll. On it, the cat girl could see a digital dial, set to about 50%.

“This,” Pyrrha explained merrily, “is the control program for the brainwashing unit you’re currently strapped into.”

“Brainwashing?!” Blake tried to look around, but her body was too tightly bound. Again, she could feel her panic starting to rise.

Bronze gloved fingers snapped in front of her face, drawing her attention back. “No interrupting now, Blake, I’m explaining. Try to listen while you still have enough braincells to do so.” Pyrrha’s tone was serious and sinister, her eyes flashing with greedy malevolence. And then, suddenly, it turned light and cheerful once again. “So as I was saying! This dial controls the amount of brainwashing you get. At 50%, you’d get a pretty through scrubbing, definitely, and you’d certainly end up completely loyal to me and my mistress, but you wouldn’t lose any more of your mind than you already have.”

The champion wiggled the scroll so Blake’s eyes were focused on it, and then, with a single flick of her finger, drove the dial all the way up to 100%.

“Now here, at maximum power… Well, your brain would absolutely melt at this rating. Best case scenario, you’ll end up like Weiss, who is currently so dumb that she’s trying to out-cheer her reflection. Or… She was when I last saw her – by now she’s probably hypnotised herself into standing around mindlessly again. You know what she’s like.”

The cat faunus shook her head, but Pyrrha wasn’t listening. Instead, she just pressed her finger against the dial once more, and Blake saw a ring of sparks zap into the device – a sure sign of magic. When she saw the screen again, the dial was set to 200%.

“This setting would leave you on nice, equal footing with Yang – your partner. Wouldn’t you like that? Barely able to string out a single thought a minute, a nice, docile little cow who only cares about being milked and feeling good. You’re not too far from that yourself already, are you kitty?”

Blake groaned – and then moaned as Pyrrha reached down and gave her breast another squeeze. By the time her eyes had stopped fluttering, the dial in front of her had reached a whole new level.

“300%. This setting would leave you completely incapable of thought. Your brain would be utter mush, full of nothing but air and spirals. You’d be a brainless, mindless, big titty pretty kitty.” The darkness in the redhead’s eyes flashed, and her lips quirked in a vicious smile. “Perfect for a stupid cat who’s proven far more trouble than she’s worth, yes?”

Blake’s yellow eyes grew wider with every word, and by the end of Pyrrha’s speech she was shaking her head vigorously. “No, please! I’m, like, smart and stuff! Please, Pyrrha, dun do this!” Even as she tried to plead for her brains, she was slurring her words. “I dun wanna be a dumb kitty bimbo!”

The redhead sighed, satisfied. That had been all she needed to hear.

Her thumb slammed into the activation button, and the chair whirred to life.

It was like a sun exploding in Blake’s face. Her visor lit up with colours and spirals, completely consuming any trace of Pyrrha’s smirking face, and the rest of the world around her entirely. Bubbly, happy music started to pump in through speakers placed in her ears, and before her eyes the patterns began to take shape – the shape of a very busty, black haired cartoon cat faunus, wearing a practically transparent white frilly dress, complete with a cat face cut-out over her chest.

“Hey hey everyone!” The animated girl cheered – and Blake couldn’t help but feel a deeply ingrained twist of disgust in her gut. The girl looked like one of those old, human made caricatures of the faunus – busty, brainless, and hopelessly servile. It was disgusting. It was insulting. No matter how much her mind had melted, she’d never forget that. She found herself growling without conscious thought.

But, of course, the little animated cat girl didn’t care. She just waved around and bounced on screen. “Welcome to our happy fun performance!” There was something familiar about her voice. In fact, it almost sounded like a brainless copy of her own… “I just know you’ll love it! So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!”

The cat girl dissolved back into colours and shapes – and the bubbly music being played into her ears began to intensify, fast paced lyrics flowing straight into her brain.

‘Cat girls are dumb~

They sure ain’t witty!

They’re big boobed

Big bummed

Sluts so pretty!

But don’t go thinkin’ that you’re smart!

You’re just an airheaded piece of art~’

The beat began to intensify, pounding straight into Blake’s unprotected mind.

‘You are dumb!

Dumb!

DUMB!

Your brains are numb!

Numb!

NUMB!’

And then the lyrics spun back through her ears before she could recover.

‘Always horny, always wet!

Just a dumbass bimbo pet!

Happy, drooling, mindless babe!

You’re what you are and that’s a SLAVE!’

The songs went on, the tunes an unstoppable blurring loop of bubbly pop and subliminal sensation, while the visor over her eyes blasted colourful spirals and sparkles without pause. Her already strained brain couldn’t fight it. Resisting it was like trying to resist gravity – you might try, but you’d still end up in its grip regardless. And the faunus did try – oh, she tried mightily. But that didn’t stop her starting to sink, all the same.

The spirals flashing on the visor were soon starting to reflect in her eyes, swirls of colour covering up her golden irises, even as a dim, dumb smile started to spread over her lips. Slowly, her already enlarged breasts began to swell up another cup size, while her behind inflated enough that she would actually have trouble getting out of her chain. And all the while, in her head, the music continued to play…

She was just a dumb kitty cat, after all.

N-no, wait…

An airheaded slut like her couldn’t hope to resist.

She… Wasn’t…

She should just accept what she was…

No…

A dumbass…

N-…

Airheaded…

… n….

Bimbo…

…

Slave.

There was an audible ‘Ping’ from the machine as Blake Belladona’s mind finally caved in completely, her brainless smile widening into complete permanence, and her boobs and butt boosting up another size in celebration as her mind sank irrevocably into brainless bimbo bliss. Despite all her resistance, despite all her running, she too had ended up an airheaded big-boobed slave of Pyrrha Nikos. The wild cat had been tamed – no more than a pretty pussy now.

And Pyrrha looked at her, at her dumb smile, titanic tits, and heavy hips. She looked at her, and said…

“Not nearly enough.”

Magic flowing through her, she commanded the machine to keep going, to turn up the intensity even higher. After all this black haired bitch had put her through tonight, just a normal bimbo would never do! Blake had almost ruined the evil champion’s plans – and so the only way she’d ever be satisfied now was by the utter and complete ruination of the faunus’s mind!

The visor flashed back into life, and Blake was still far too entranced to look away. Colours and spirals filled her vision, spinning faster and brighter than ever before. The music started again, now faster and louder. The machine poured everything it had into the brainless kitty at ten-fold the intensity it had used before – and the empty headed bimbo drank it all up.

This time there was no attempt at resistance. No valiant final struggle against the machine. All of that had already been erased, been swept out of Blake’s head and down into her tits, or ass, or just plain dripped out of her cunt. No, everything that happened was accepted happily, mindlessly – and growing more and more mindless with every second.

The spirals in her eyes grew more defined, more solid – until they completely swallowed all trace of her former irises forever, no longer mere reflections, now true windows into her entranced soul. Her breasts started to grow again, pumping up larger and larger until they were over double her already massive size. Her ass followed suit – and soon the famed Belladona Booty was starting to draw straining noises from the chair that was struggling to keep it contained – she’d probably have trouble fitting through doors at this rate. And as for her mind, it of course did the opposite – already empty, it began to shrink, simplifying and becoming less capable by the second, draining out of her head and into her curves with every pulse of the visor, with every pound of the beat, until…

Pop!

Pyrrha wasn’t sure whether the sound came from Blake’s head, or from the machine. Smoke was starting to rise from the chair, its circuits overheated and fried, so it was probably that… But as she leaned forward, lifting Blake’s visor to look into her eyes, she couldn’t be certain. There was something so empty, so vapid in those swirling, spiralling portals… In that dumb, wide, drooling smile, the bimbo’s tongue hanging out and dripping straight down onto those magnificent tits of hers… Something that just said that this girl was well and truly brainless, in every regard. That she was no more than spirals and servitude, right down to her soul.

The thought made the redhead smile. Perfect. “There. No more trouble out of you. Now I just-”

She was interrupted by a sudden sharp ringing sound, and the scroll in her hand vibrating.

Shocked out of her good mood, Pyrrha glared at the phone, before sighing, giving Blake one last look, and then putting it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, bitch,” a familiar and annoying voice echoed in her ear. “Guess the good news!”

Pyrrha bit back the urge to groan. Emerald was Mistress Cinder’s assistant, she reminded herself, and thus should be respected. Even if she was an annoying brat who thought she was somehow Pyrrha’s rival for Cinder’s affections. As if it was even a contest. Hmph. “What good news would that be, Emerald?” She said instead, keeping her tone deliberately polite, if informal.

It seemed to do the trick – the green haired thief sounded smug as hell as she answered. “So, that catgirl you asked about? The one who was giving the great Champion of Beacon a complete run about? Just thought I’d let you know that I caught her for you. Baked her brains out too. You’re welcome.”

Pyrrha blinked. Confused, she looked back at Blake, and then at her phone. Cautiously, she spoke. “I’m sorry, you did what now?”

-

“I caught the cat you were having trouble with,” Emerald tried to stop herself from laughing as she spoke into her scroll, just imagining the look on the so-called ‘Champion’s face. Now Cinder would have to realise that she’d never needed Pyrrha in the first place – that Emerald was the only partner she could trust. And she’d finally be allowed to put this bitch in her properly, brainless place, once and for all. “It was easy, too. She never suspected a thing. I don’t know what you were having so much trouble with!”

She turned around to face her captive, grinning smugly into their brainless, happily smiling face. “Isn’t that right, kitty kat?”

And the mindless form of Kali Belladonna – with her eyes locked in permanent spirals, her tits both twice as big as her head (and almost as big as her ass cheeks), lyrics about how dumb dumb dumb she was still looping endlessly in her empty brain – could only sit there, drool into her magnificent tits, and agree.