Roses for Christmas(RWBY TG) (Patreon)

There was a clatter of dishes, a crystal glass rolling around spilling grape juice while all the patriarch could do was roll his eyes at the unsightly mess.

"I see you're as childish as usual. Your sister is already a disappointment, I thought that you might at least grow into being a worthy heir, though I guess you both inherited your mother's uselessness..."

"You're the one who started it!"

That made Jacques Schnee laugh, his daughter's spine apparently firmer than the last time they had spoken, but that just meant he now had to deal with another woman's hysteria.

"All I did was mention that you're hanging around filthy animals. Oh boo hoo you're one of those bleeding hearts now the faunus deserve rights! You can't drill for dust in their sacred graveyards! Grow up Weiss. I won't allow you to sully the Schnee name. Once you fall into line I'll allow you to draw from our coffers again. Follow your brother's example unless you want to force my hand and disown yet another daughter."

He knew he had the upper hand, Weiss's cards all provided by him, printed on his own stock. There was nothing the whiny upstart could attempt. He always thought that you should run a company like you ran a woman, tightly and with no room for disagreements. Of course there were always surprises to deal with and she seemed to be seriously considering throwing away everything like her sister had. Instead she just sulked away.

"Give it some time Weiss, you'll come to see why I'm right and drop those mutts you call a team. I'll even get you a proper gift for the holidays if you act like a good girl. What would you like?"

"A father who actually gives a damn about his daughter!"

She left him to his dinner alone getting in the last word. Well if he had to give her one thing, its that she always struck back quickly, likely due to all the fencing lessons he had given her, so really it was his own cleverness shining through.

He didn't mind a bit of teenage rebellion, fire in a person was good, just not fire against him. It was a good thing the cameras hadn't shown too much of his daughter fraternizing with the lesser races during that siege on whatever her school was called. Willow could worry about those details, he just footed the bill since he controlled the money now. Speaking of his wife, she had been growing more erratic lately, likely due to her weak emotions. He couldn't believe that fool had thought he married her for love and not social status. Well he had what he wanted, heirs, the company, whatever that dusty womb wanted mattered little to him now as long as she kept herself presentable in front of guests.

That's why he had humored her only a few days earlier when she brought that ugly hunk of crystal to the dinner table, claiming it was an ancient heirloom meant to grant wishes on the advent of winter, some dubious pagan idiocy that he relented on only after she screamed about it. The old Schnees considered it essential to their success apparently, saying it brought them luck or granted wishes. Really they had just struck dust on their land and happened to own some of the most profitable pockets of dust to mine in the entire hemisphere. It was so stupid how hung up on tradition people could get. Whether it be religious or moral, the whiners who complained about his tactics always irked him greatly, whining about his trade deals, his under the table practices the few times he hired mercenaries to murder protestors. All of them were weak minded and the unprecedented growth the company had reached under his guidance was proof that he was right.

Tonight though, there was something ethereal about its ugliness, all the jagged angles glinting with a purplish haze, Weiss's spilled glass clinking into it as a hum began to grow amidst its shivering branches. Jacques tried to ignore it, but as his own plate began to rattle he had no choice but to silence it.

He didn't understand how such a thing could make this much of a racket, the ringing note almost reaching a humanistic tone and pitch as he lifted his brandy off not wanting to waste any of the vintage. It almost sounded like Weiss's voice when she did a recital. That just made it eerier, bothering him in a way he couldn't explain. He knew some people still considered him an outsider to the Schnee family, his father-in-law always prickly even if he had ceded control over. It was a bad mood overall, even the brandy souring on his tongue as he tapped the crystalline mess, tsking as the shuddering note stopped, but only after slicing his finger.

It was a shallow cut, blood barely welling up though the injury felt personal. He would have smashed the ugly eyesore, but that would be foolish. It was just a knick knack, just a stupid reminder of dumb tradition and he'd rather not jeopardize his wife's submissiveness over a moment of rage. Yet the cut stung, tingling like the feel when he checked the dust with his finger, enough of a trickle moving down to cause him to slip a finger into his mouth, smacking his lips as the blood tasted strangely sweet instead of salty.

The patriarch smacked his lips, years of wine tastings giving him a palette that could usually detect whatever flavor profile landed on his tongue. There were hints of chocolate, sugar, er... dough? Each smack ruffled his mustache, a few hairs plucking off, their roots vanishing as his lips plumped together, that flavor only amplified as they grew glossed with a similar taste. It was cookies, chocolate chip cookies, but that made no sense! Why would his blood taste like cheap confectionaries?! He stared at his finger, the cut healed over though it was still moist with spit, but there was something off about it, the cut line clearly tanner than the rest, ruddier and where it connected to the nail the cuticle was darkening.

For a few seconds, all he did was stare, confused as the light buzz circumvented his finger, the flesh tanning as the new coloring tightened his flesh, the whorls of his fingers changing as the sensation of it being squeezed rattled through his joints. Rather than it turning to pain, the finger relented, giving in to whatever strange magic was running through it, his pointer twitching as it stretched out to a thin, dainty length. At the same moment his nail finished growing, the knuckle popped, recessing further into his hand in a move that brought some discomfort, but a growing feeling of relief as the other joints made his hand flex and twitch, a cascade of knuckle crackling noises accompanying the spreading changes. Though his eyes were cringing from it, it was more from shock than actual pain, the signs of aging fading as his thumb brushed against softening palms, the feeling youthful and smooth, like Willow's touch when he had first met her. And so began the panic.

...for all of ten seconds. It would seem unlikely that someone as egotistical and stubborn as Jacques would ever brush off such an impossible sight, but it was his thoughts that doomed him, his eyes going straight to the ugly eyesore that cut him.

"YOU!" He screamed at it like it was a person and not a mass of crystals, shaking his changed fingers at it like a misbehaving child.

"I should have known Willow had an ulterior motive! I bet she planned this out with Weiss that ungrateful... insub... ins..."

At the mention of her name a glare reflected off the crystal array, blinding him, the sparkles permanently flecking his icy blue glare with silver. All of a sudden, whatever he had been worrying about was harder to put a pin on, a few tightly coiffed hairs flecking with red at the tip, thoughts of Weiss becoming more and more prevalent.

What was he feeling? Guilt? Fascination? It was like a game of whack-a-faunus, each memory he ignored triggering a new one to pop up, the gel fading as his widow's peak flattened upwards. It was annoying, yet even that annoyance was becoming odd to him. Why was he so distant? He grunted in annoyance, his left hand fully feminized as he sat back down. The thoughts were bothering him so he raised his brandy and drank, his face instantly twisting in disgust as the rest of his mustache fizzed into the amber liquid, its contents bubbling into a darker brew. For the first time in decades, his lip was bare, the mustache no longer able to hide the plushness of his lips as he coughed the bitter stuff down. In only a matter of minutes, his taste buds had lost years of acclimation, the bitters just yucky while his chin popped to a sharper point, making his disgusted grimace all the more juvenile.

It burned on the way down, souring in his throat as the lump began liquifying, the heat racing down into the pit of his stomach with a gurgle. What a waste of money. Usually only Weiss would buy something dumb and fancy schmancy like- Jacques massaged his temples, squinting as the individual eyelashes grew, his eyebrows plucking themselves severely from their bushy glory with a hint of red coloring the tips. Despite the sour taste, his nose flared at the scent of something sweeter, each nostril rolling left and right as the scent throttled it, a few cricks lost amidst the bridge of it restructuring as he breathed in another whiff of that tantalizing aroma.

It was coming from the brandy, or whatever now resided in the glass, the liquid thinner, but taking up more of the glass, bubbles popping in tandem with his shrunken nose, the alcohol now extremely sugary cola. That impossibility bothered him for about as long as it took for his tongue to pop out, the sugary flavor ending his doubts as all he wanted to do was guzzle the sweet, sweet stuff down.

The finer points of tasting washed away with the first gulp, his cheeks slipping into cuter slopes as he downed the cup. Where the whiskey had gone down, the cola felt like it was rising up, carbonic acid stinging his tiny mouth, sugar fumes swimming in his head as caffeine sped things up. The mounting sugar rush even extended past his brain to his scalp, the dark coloring of the cola rising up each stalk of hair, every gulp spreading the new black coloring as all sense of order vanished from the top of his head, wild black locks flopping left and right with red tips. More silver filled his pupils as they dilated, a youthful look of glee washing over him as he giggled, burping up an octave.

"Heh, I bet Weiss would berate me for that cause it isn't proper for a leader. Well sorry miss snooty, but I'm your- ERRRP father and I get to, um, ooh what's-"

He gasped, his register climbing higher than his bank account as the tidy hairs around his groin shifted as well, downy hairs growing to a silky canopy of black and red while the skin under it softened, his balls feeling tingly as their skin lost all imperfections and surprised him with a sudden tightness that made his balls throb.

Something didn't feel right. Not his balls, those felt amazing as a gentle squeeze caressed them from inside the sack. Father just seemed so overly protective, so formal and yet, that was what he was... right? It was getting harder to think, the sugar rush and his sudden loss of alcohol tolerance making his body feel warm, sweat weighing down all the layers of silk and business attire he kept on. Hot and horny was never a combination that led to much productive thinking, especially with every thought of Weiss mutating into something very different. Father just didn't feel right anymore, but he did have some kind of leadership role or whatever. And why did he feel disappointed in her? Wasn't she also helping him with stuff?

"HFF HFF NNGH ahh..."

Something warm dribbled into his boxers, his balls tensing as they primed his pump, his cock now sticky in its own mess. Both hands shot down to feel it, his left arm flopping about the oversized jacket, its tailoring made all the more redundant as the shoulder popped inwards, drooping the sleeve further. Upon contact, his other hand twitched into a clasped grip, the fingers twitching as they turned into a matching set, accidentally rubbing his stiffy as he moaned, the blue in his eyes now ringed with silver.

He had the mind to continue this in the bedroom, panting as he stumbled to his feet. Years of careful planning and cunning were being swallowed up by reckless confidence and an impatient need to get what he wanted now, buttons popping from his jacket as he fussed with it, half from the frantic yanking and half from his sweat piercing through the fabric and dissolving it the longer it bled into the folds. It was like he was melting, bones shrinking, muscle sloughing away into rounder curves. He was drowning in these clothes, his mind set on two things, Weiss and working at the hot rod between his legs, grunting as he stumbled towards his room. Wasn't he faster than this normally? And Weiss was such a good support in their team formations, such a help, though when had he ever used his semblance with Wei-

"GYAAA~!"

A circle manifested under him, the last of his old semblance merging with his new one, energy suddenly rushing through him as he was launched down the hallway at inhuman speeds. A petal effect was left in its wake, only the petals were his clothing, only his boxers and undershirt left on his soaked, changing body. A cutesy moan left him at the thrill of the semblance, another spurt staining his boxers as the hem became cheaper, the cum stain darkening to a red heart as he stumbled inside his room.

The acceleration had done a number to his legs, his shoes having blasted off first in the initial push, the speed shaving away their masculinity into the bare, dainty pads tapping along the floor as he rubbed his erection, sighing with every step as plush fat slipped into his thighs. Whatever he was doing, one hand stayed on his cock, massaging it as he stared at his bed, confused by its opulence. He was rich wasn't he? Yet he was used to sleeping bags and bunk beds for some strange reason, th-then again it wasn't often he got to sleep over at his bestie's house.

He flopped back onto the mattress, the heavenly comfort of it still enough force to send his spine popping back, his once domineering height compressed to a pint sized body, more hearts springing up on the white boxers with every pleasured release. Boy was this bed comfy, only making his sweaty body more in the mood as he stroked his cock, rubbing his legs back and forth as well, the luxury blankets no match for his thick thighs, though he was happy to have the support.

"Ohhh Weiss..."

The thought of support brought the white haired teammate into mind as he giggled, gasping with glee as all that lost height redistributed itself to his ass and chest.

"NGH GH GH AHH Wh-What are you- OHHH YES~!"

He was imagining Weiss's hands on his ass as it swelled, the muscle massaged to fat, his backside quivering as his cheeks turned into a perfect cushion, the skin of his balls squeezing as he bucked on his new pillowy rear, failing to contain his lustful squeaks as the releases left his cock feeling oddly tight, said tightness only worsening as his nipples stabbed into his undershirt, each one swelling to a thick, sensitive nub.

His head was a mess of conflicting feelings, all of it centered around Weiss and their history, disappointment overtaken by admiration, hatred with love. Perhaps a bit too much love given how frantically he was jerking, biting his lips as his stomach turned taut. Both nipples seemed to be scooping into his core, taking that oversized ego and sucking it into something more useful, his drool dyeing the white undershirt black as he pulled it up, sleeves pulling into straps as his sides pulled closer.

"GAHHH AHHH~ MMM W-WEISS!"

His chest was swelling, fat stretching the skin tight as his areolas widened to smooth pink discs, every ounce of unclaimed fat pressing out as they swelled up against the shirt, the almost girl thrashing about as his core went through years of training, muscles popping along his curvy center as enough cum splattered out to encircle his wide hips with heart symbols.

The masculinity was being squeezed out of him, just like his negativity and nastiness, all of his attention focused on his perfect teammate, Weiss's elegance and beauty and just her overall presence making her feel, f-feel-

Something shifted, her insides parting as her scrotum was reeled in, slowly fucking her innards, splitting her with their might as torrents of cum poured from her cock. Just like her core, the forming chasm was well muscled, each ridge bristling as they wrapped around her cock and gave it a hearty tug. She squeaked, long past being able to scream as she was overwhelmed with ecstasy. Her eyes were fully silver now, her breasts finishing their growth as the black undershirt tore, her legs thrashing as her shorts split in two. Clear fluids dribbled from her tip as her mighty Schnee shaft sunk like investments in their rivals, all of her terribleness fucked away as her clock slid ever closer to its doom.

It was no longer enough just to be who she was turning into, she had to be perfect, more mature, sexier, the huntress gasping as her black shirt shredded further, wrapping around her body like ribbons for an expensive gift, her boxer legs lengthening into black thigh highs. Weiss had taken a while to come around to her, but now that they were alone together, now that she was in her crush's house, sliding along one of her beds, feeling utterly tangled in Schnee's-

SCHLICK

"AHHHHHH YES YES YEEESSSS~!"

Ruby rolled along the sheets as her crotch finally popped, sweet juices flowing from a cute slit between her legs, the blanket wrapping around her tighter as it dyed red. Ruby's Rose had blossomed, and the now horny member was desperately horny for her Weiss, feeling like she needed to make up for something horrible she'd done, though nothing came to mind on why she'd ever attack her bestie and her lover like that.

Weiss was still upset about the dinner earlier, angry she was stuck away from her friends, left alone with a mom powerless to help her, a dad who treated her like a caged animal and a brother whose head was so far up his own ass it surprised her his Schnee hair wasn't stained brown by now. She just wanted to feel loved, to feel wanted. Even Ruby with how annoying she could be was genuine in their camaraderie, though it'd take a Christmas miracle for any of her teammates to show up in the middle of the-

"Weiss Weiss Weiss!"

She stared up from her tears, at first confused to hear Ruby across her door, nervous that someone would hear, then flustered as she barged in naked. She peeled away what little wrappings she had, pinning Weiss to the bed as she began nuzzling into the shocked ice queen.

"Ruby?! Why are you here?! Wh-What are you do-OOOH wait that's too- AHHH~!"

Ruby had made quick work of Weiss's nighty, teasing her slit as she slowly moved her own above, ready to slide them together at any moment.

"It's time to unwrap your presents silly, and I'm happy we both had the same idea for a gift!"

Weiss's resistance was weakening once she felt their pussies collide, the feeling marvelous as she moved her hips to better push against Ruby's thrusts, moaning as the spunky huntress peppered her with kisses, spoiled her with feels.

"MMPH! I! L-LAAAHHHVE YOU WEISS!"

Weiss moaned back, the two girls hugging each other tightly.

"I-I L-AHHH GAWWWD~! L-LOVE! YOU TOOOOOH~!"

It was all perfect, better than Ruby could have imagined, though she did kind of wish Blake was here to add to the group bonding. A floor away, Weiss's brother shivered, feeling a weird bout of horniness as black sprouted amongst his snowy locks.

And so that year, though Christmas came a little late, there was no shortage of cumming that night as in one night, the Schnee family finally came together.