Blake Belladonna moved swiftly through the dark household, vanishing from shadow to shadow as she slowly and patiently made her way through, on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary as if the unnatural darkness, despite it beeing daylight outside, and eerie atmosphere wasn't enough. She'd taken on a request to scout out a house on the outskirts of Atlas after curious civilians, soldiers, then Hunters started to vanish as they set foot in the house after reports of strange shadows and weird lights in the derelict building. Suspecting that a Grimm had made its abode there, Blake set off alone to confront the beast, the rest of her team besides Weiss off with their own assignments to handle.

Eventually, Blake would come across a weirdly placed room in the darkness of the building, constructed out of the same material and style seen in Atlas' more militarized areas and production facilities contrasted against the rest of the building's more conservative use of wood and concret. "This smells of Atlas tech...did they have some secret lab or something hidden down here?" Deep in thought, Blake snaps to attention as she comes across a massive chasm, almost falling over the edge. The sense of deja vu intensifies as Blake examines the area, it was way too large for her to even be in the building anymore, she didn't recall going downhill or down any stairs for that matter. Her appraising eyes rest on an object floating on the far off platform in the centre of the chamber; a floating oriental hand mirror in the shape of a heart, warping the space around it as if it contained immense energy.

Believing it to be the source of all the strange occurences, Blake unsheathes her trusty weapon, the Gambol Shroud. Leaping off the edge as she uses the weapon as a makeshift grappling hook, firing a powerful shot that lets her  cover the chasm in one swing as the recoil adds to her momentum, carrying her through the air, landing with a soft tap on the other side. Blake takes caution, walking the whole length of the platform as she inspects the mirror before settling on its reflective side. Not willing to chance it, she uses her Semblance to form a clone of herself and directing it to walk in front of the mirror. Blake watches intently as her clone steps in front of the mirror, coming to an abrupt stop as she walks fully in front of its reflective surface. Blake's eyes widen in shock as the clone suddenly turns around and grabs ahold of her, caught off guard as her attention was focused on the mirror the entire time. Blake struggles and kicks, choked by the clones unnaturally strong grip as she fires a blast from Gambol Shroud at point blank range but with no effect. The clone laughs in a voice not her own as Blake notices her eyes, now a bright yellow with a single iris like that of a snake. "Naughty girl! Smart move but you shouldn't have come here, now you're all mine!"

As Blake's struggles die down, drained by the clone.  Shadowy limbs extend from the mirror as her clone dissolves along with the rest of her energy, grabbing ahold of her as they draw her in. As Blake begins to pass through the glass, she grabs hold of the rim, hoping to draw on final reserves of strength as she desperately tries to pull free, unable to feel anything below her waist already on the other side. Her efforts are cut short as a shadow limb shoots out above her head, grabbing her face roughly as she shouts a final muffled cry of protest before being pulled in, her head bent backwards as the chamber falls silent again, leaving only the mirror floating solemnly in the center.

As Blake comes to in the encompassing darkness, she notices a figure sitting directly in front of her on the floor sporting demonic features and pale skin symbolic with those of the Grimm, was she some sort of Grimm spawn? Sturggling to her feet, Blake falls back down onto the cold floor, her body feeling lethargic as if this place was doing something to her...was she naked? The feeling of the bare floor against her ass setting off alarms in her dulled mind. "Uh uh little girl! Don't even bother trying~ This here's my little home where everything is as i wish it to be! And you're in here with me now...you know what that means don't you?" Frustrated with the woman's cheeky condescending tone, Blake tries once more to fight back, reaching for Gambol Shroud lying by her side a few inches away. Shaking her head, the Grimm lady snaps her fingers "Ahh~ I almost forgot about that little toy of yours! Its a no-no bringing sharp stuff in here, didn't you know that!" Blake's mouth opens in shock as her weapon explodes into a cloud of roses, scattering all over her as she grits her teeth in anger, unable to even gasp as a powerful rage builds down inside her, she'd make this bitch pay once she had the opportunity! Blake can only glare in anger as she tries yet again, struggling to a sitting position as she stares daggers into her captors crimson eyes, eager to wipe that smug look off her face.

"Aww baby girl whats the matter? Feeling sad? You want your toy back? But i've got so much more for you now, you are my guest after all, just like all the others! Like your new look by the way? Surely you've noticed something by now, for someone of your caliber, or was i mistaken?" Ignoring the condescending way she'd said those last few words, Blake frowned in confusion. Was she trying to screw with her? She did remember the feeling of losing all sensation as she was dragged into this realm through the mirror. Her eyes widen in cold fear as the words of the lady ring in her mind *my little home where everything is as i wish it to be*. With a snap of her fingers she'd reduced her prized weapon to nothing more than a pile of rose petals, who's to say she couldn't have done much more directly to Blake...looking down at the pile of crimson, she noticed her bare hands, dark skin and golden bangles glinting in the pale light from the lady's aura. As Blake's panicking eyes begin to inspect her naked body, the lady lets out a shrill laugh as realization dawns on the Huntress at what she'd done to her.

"Like what you see? That pesky old body of yours is so old news by the way~ You're something much more beautiful now dear~ A lovely little Succubus! But don't take my word for it...Here, have a better look and appreciate what i've given you!" As Blake's eyes snap upwards at the blinding light now shining from behind the Grimm lady, the same mirror from before appears, blocking out the glare and showing Blake her new reflection in all its glory. Instead of the tall lean Faunus lady with raven black hair and her usual Atlas outfit she'd seen many times in her bedroom mirror. Now lies a girl with chocolate brown skin and a massive bosom to put Yang to shame, contrasting her lithe yet curvy frame. Yang's Atlas combat outfit was gone, leaving her new body exposed as some unknown material hugs her thighs and long slender arms, the feeling of shame and despair deepening as she realized all of her muscles, honed after years of combat experience and training, were gone. Replaced by supple fat and untouched, luscious dark skin. Her Faunus features traded in for demonic ones like bat wings and large curved horns on both sides of her head. As Blake's quivering eyes finally settle on her face; Her hair was still the same shade of black but shorter and curled with a hot pink hightlight on the fringe. Her mature ladylike face she'd grown so used to seeing replaced by a childlike face with sharp facial features that accentuated her thin, glossy lips and tantalizing crimson eyes, she looked alot like her mistress now! Though she had some outstanding features of her own to set her apart.

Gasping at her new line of thought as a sudden ache spreads through her head, Blake clutches at her skull with new tender digits, wincing as sharp fingernails claw at her scalp through the silky hair as she recoils and squirms in silent agony. The heavy fog still over her body, leaving her with no energy at all and making it even harder for her when she reacted to the sheer pain now pulsing in her brain, wracking her body as well with each spasm and twitch. She wished desperately for anyone to stop the pain; Ruby! Yang! Weiss! Names flowing to mind as she silently screamed in tortured pain, not realising that each desperate memory of past friends and events were being devoured by the white hot pain, deleted from her vulnerable self as she wished hard for the torture to stop. The devilish woman smiles at the Grimm-to-be before her rolling on the floor foaming at the mouth as her eyes roll back into her head, a violet glow in the palm of her hands as she forcefully wipes the former Huntress' brain clean. "I really wish i could play with you even further dearie but i sense newcomers!  When i'm done with you though i promise i'll be there with you alright? Now just hang on for abit more, im almost done!" Almost as if in response, the girl that barely resembled the former Blake lets out an animalistic moan as the pain slowly begins to morph into pleasure, the loss of most of her memories leaving room for new ones as a life under her mistress begins to fill in for the gaps in her mind. She was almost ready...but first, there were new guests to deal with.

-ONE WEEK LATER-

It had been about a week or so since Blake had vanished from public eye, no one had seen the Huntress leave the abandoned building once she'd entered. As more and more people began to vanish, the authorities and military had the place demolished and sealed off. But that would prove to be a mistake; Like a chain reaction, the dissapearances intensified. This time it wasn't just people near the old building but everywhere across the city of Atlas. People would wake to find loved ones gone from their beds, or waiting worriedly at home only to leave the next day to lodge a missing persons report. Stressful times like these saw a boom in red-light district activity though. More particularly with the opening of a new brothel; Madame Scarlette's Boutique where beautiful women of all types could be found; both human and Faunus...or what seemed to be Faunus? One particular diamond; Tsumi, featuring clawed hands and what looked to be sharpened horns on her forehead, while not unheard of for Faunus, hers gave off a particularly unusual aura more reminiscient of Grimm. Although they chalked it up as part of her gig; known for being domineering and relentless in bed, both men and women were left sapped by the end of their hour long sessions in bed with her, their investment well spent. Some days though she would be unavailable, whispers on the street saying she had particular favour with the "mother" of the Boutique; Madame Scarlette herself, who would take her into the back rooms and vanish for days on end, with only Scarlette herself returning in pristine condition, jokingly saying she may have been "too rough with the poor thing" when asked where Tsumi was. Many people however, didn't see it as a joke. Both customer and fellow Boutique girls feared the only person strong enough to bend Tsumi over her fingers like putty and not break a sweat.

On one such day, "Tsumi" and her mistress Scarlette had returned to their domain where only fellow Grimm like the Boutique women could set foot in, but for now, it was locked shut. She disliked using the disguise of some dainty flower on the street since her features were more exaggerated than the other girls of the Boutique to go out undisguised, Scarlette saying she might've gone too far when "giving birth" to her. That didn't matter to Noire though as she got plenty of time off from her work in the world above to be with her mistress alone where none could disturb them as they spent hours to days locked in their pocket world, pleasing each other with no end in sight and occassionally, just spending quality time together, bonding over stories and tea time. Deep down though, Noire was thankful to Scarlette for freeing her from the dreary life of an ordinary mortal, she knew she was probably some old sod off the street taken by one of the girls of the Boutique and brought before her "mother" and given new purpose. She'd seen it happen herself more than once with each catch she brought back and exhausted in bed, man and woman, young and old, twisted by Scarlette into more pleasing forms of intelligent Grimm better suited to serve the Boutique, their human minds a thing of the past as they willingly sold themselves for sexual service under Scarlette, enticing others into the same trap they themselves had fallen into unknowingly in their past lives. However, Noire was unaware of one fact; that she wasn't any "old sod" but rather the renowned Huntress; Blake Belladonna, who'd taken down many theats both man and Grimm and member of the famous Team RWBY. Scarlette had considered telling her after so long but had decided against it. Noire's thoughts are interrupted as Scarlette claps her hands sharply, grabbing her attention again "You had me worried there dear! Standing there all frozen and staring solemnly at the wall~ What's the matter? Something in that sexy little head of yours bothering you?" Giggling, Noire approaches Scarlette with a pep in her step, sexy gait emphasizing her wide hips and chocolate dark skin glowing erotically under the dim lighting, her breasts jiggling freely under the thin pasties hiding her fat nipples from sight. "It's nothin like that momma! Jus thinkin of ol'stuff is all! Now...shall we? Ah've been achin for ya in weeks! Ya know those limp-dick buttheads up there can't compare!" Snickering as she produces a massive member with her magic, snatching Noire's attention as she notices her lower lips beginning to water and stain her pasty. Scarlette playfully taps her pet over the nose as she lunges in for a sloppy kiss "Language girl! Language! I've left you aching alone for days...all that frustration and need pent up and boiling away inside you~ but don't rush! After all we've got all the time in the world to squeeze you empty again, isn't that right? My dearest daughter?" Squealing with love, Noire stuffs her head in Scarlette's ample bosom as the two begin yet another long love making session. Noire expressing her love and appreciation for her mistress all the way through for the rest of time as Atlas continued to fall into ruin around them...

THE END