Darkness, darkness was all Weiss could see as she drifted alone in the void. The last one left standing as the rest of her team were sent falling off the platform and into the pitch black darkness that was the pocket dimension they’d evacuated the civilians into. Although she did the best she could, she was no match one-on-one against Cinder Fall as she sent her falling into the endless pit as she’d done to everyone else before her.
As she fell, Weiss’ heart festered. This couldn’t be it, she’d thought. But as the platform above shrunk into a small dot and darkness began to consume her vision, all sounds beginning to fade away, Weiss knew she’d never get the chance to see things through to the end. Closing her eyes as she’d accepted her fate, at the very least she’d hoped to see her teammates by her side at the end but no such luck would come.
Instead of the cold embrace of death however, Weiss began to feel warmth all over her, opening her eyes in surprise as a tendril of light coils itself around her, her clothes and equipment vanishing into dust as the limb advances across her body. Squealing in shock and embarrassment, Weiss was expecting some form of retribution from the stories and tales she’d heard of the supposed afterlife but being groped and undressed by a weird glowing tentacle wasn’t it!
Struggling hard, Weiss recoils in shock when she catches sight of her legs, eyes enthralled by the sight of her skin turning into the same material coating the tendril as it advances up her body. Noticing herself now lying on nothing, at some point her fall had stopped, but that the physics of this new place didn't matter to Weiss over the thing crawling up her legs.
Not willing to wait to see what the tendril was planning to do to her, Weiss swiftly raises her arms, preparing to fire a javelin of ice to spear the creature clinging to her...but nothing came forth, her Semblance had failed. Looking down at her shaking palms in wide-eyed shock. Why? Did this thing sap her of her energy?
A sudden jolt between her legs jolted Weiss away from her confusion as she gazed down in horror at the tentacle disintegrating her underwear, expensive lace panties turning into bits of sparkling light as the creature forces its head into her virgin slit before she could protest. Weiss could only grit her teeth and hold back her moans, hands clenched tightly as the creature’s pulsating slimy body pushes its way into her warm virgin folds, each thrust brining indescribable pleasure to her as her legs twitch and spasm in the unfamiliar throes of orgasm.
As the last bit of the creature squeezes into her tight snatch with a wet pop, Weiss was left feeling mortified at having her first time taken by an unsightly thing. Glancing down between her legs though, there was no blood, blushing as she withdrew a soaking wet finger from between her legs, which were still sparkling with the same glow the creature gave off, it made her look like a glowing statue from the waist down.
Lifting the remnants of her dress however, she traced a tender finger across her toned belly, not even a bulge to indicate the thing that had violated her. Before she could think further however, a sudden pulse coming from where her womb would be forces her to groan as an ache begins to spread. Looking down in shock, Weiss could see the glow beginning to spread across her belly, joining up with the remainder on her legs and continuing up her shapely breasts as she began to panic.
Before Weiss can do anything though, her body begins to be racked by sudden pangs of pleasure emanating from between her legs and within her stomach. It was so sudden, so intense, the maiden had no other choice than to attend to those needs. It was like a hidden instinct within her had been triggered, the instinct to mate. But without a proper male around, Weiss only had her fingers to satisfy her new cravings.
Weiss no longer seemed to care about the changes occurring to her body, her mind overloaded by obscene thoughts as her need for sex flowed over her worries and fear. The glow now enveloped her entirely from the neck down, all she could do was focus on ramming her dainty fingers down her sputtering cunt as they began to pulsate and warp with each thrust. It wasn’t just her rose however, her entire body was undergoing similar changes as Weiss simple mindedly focused on satisfying herself.
Slowly but surely, her moderately sized breasts begin to inflate and fill with tender fat, swelling into large udders that swing up and down with each thrust of her widening hips, tipped with fat pink nipples. Climaxing once more as her back curves inwards, thrusting out her massive chest as her waist pinches in, complimenting her now curvaceous form as her thighs begin to fill in with a nice layer of muscle and flesh, the sputtering lips between them plumping up into a mature, juicy snatch as yet another jet of fluids coat the invisible floor beneath the moaning mess of a woman.
Weiss now looked like a stunted woman, from the neck down, her body looked about a year or two older and well-trained to boot; from the thin layers of muscle rippling across her toned belly, slender arms and lithe legs. From the neck up however, she was still herself, facial features warped by pleasure as her tongue lolls by her cheeks, slender eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she lets out another orgasmic moan as her fingers continue to work between her legs, a hand now pinching and playing with a plump breast. She just couldn’t stop and focus herself, whatever the creature had done to Weiss had left her pleasure centres turned up to eleven, her entire body now an erogenous zone as every action sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.
As Weiss’ shivering form finally collapses from her non-stop, mind-breaking pleasure session. The glow coating Weiss’ new body begins to dissipate, revealing slightly darker skin beneath as the light moves up to coat her face and hair, muffling her moans of delight as they cover up her head entirely, leaving her looking like some BDSM playgirl, not the proud Huntress and former heiress to the Schnee Dust Company that was Weiss Schnee.
Giggling and moaning, Weiss can do nothing but smile vapidly as tendrils of light begin to crawl down her ear canals, tickling them as they seep into her skull, coating her head with bright light as Weiss lets out one last groan, her consciousness fading as her body spasms and twitches in reaction to her mind being prodded and poked at, the creature altering her memories and personality, Weiss wasn’t suitable for this new world it had planned out for her, she had pesky memories and a personality that would clash hard with her new role in life.
The physical changes weren’t done yet however, as the creature worked her mind, the rest of its influence began to work on Weiss’ remaining features. Her scalp tingled as her hair began to lengthen and smoothen out, her hair clip and earrings dissipating as her hair grew out into a wild flowing mane that exuded elegance, the curved tips and silky locks dyeing themselves a deep shade of maroon-red. All that remained of Weiss was her face, but even that wouldn't last, as her eyes closed shut, the glow began its work. Her slender eyes contort into sleek almonds as her cyan blue pupils dilate into fiery red, the scar running down her left eye vanishing as the skin heals over. Her petite nose slanting slightly and ending at a point to complement her new look. As her lips plump up into fully kissable ones, all traces of the former Weiss are wiped clean as the young Huntress’ face is completely overwritten with that of a regal queen.
Where the former Weiss once was, now lay a completely new person. Gone was the dainty white haired Huntress. A buxom, red-headed femme fatale now slumbering peacefully in her place as she grunted and moaned in her sleep, lingering emotions and feelings sparking around in her freshly altered mind as memories of Weiss Schnee are instantly collected up and removed, leaving space for fresh new memories of a completely new life to fill in the blanks.
Satisfied with its work, the creature detaches itself from the unconscious woman, peeling off of her creamy skin as it floats off into the white space around it, waiting dutifully for another visitor to wander by. Slowly, the white void envelops the newborn woman, covering up her nude form as she is sent off to her rightful place in a new world.
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Blinking her weary eyelids open, Mitsuru rubs her eyes as she sits up with a groan, the feeling of her breasts jiggling in her wake surprising her as she raises an arm in reflex to cup her exposed udders. Looking down in embarrassment, she flips off the blanket covering her voluptuous form to reveal the pale white lingerie clinging to her form, barely covering anything. How she’d fallen asleep in something so revealing couldn't come to mind. She was Mitsuru Kirijo, heiress to the world's largest trading corporation of the same name, raised from young in the importance of etiquette and how she should carry herself. She was lucky no one had barged in the night before to witness her unseemly getup.
Looking around, she became aware of the wet stains spattered across the sheets, groaning as she rubbed a palm against her weary eyes. She desperately tried to recall the events of last night, but besides the overwhelming stress and fatigue from working days on end managing the company, she could remember nothing but a blank spot regarding the night’s events. Thinking nothing of it, Mitsuru rises off her bed, opening her closet to get changed.
As she finishes zipping up the black catsuit over her curvy form, Mitsuru pauses to examine herself in the mirror, a gloved hand brushing over her thighs as she slips her Evoker into its holster. Something felt off with the way she looked, before she could delve deeper though, a sudden pang of emotion rushes through her before fading. Why had he come to mind now of all times...the face of Makoto vividly clear in her mind for that one moment. The two of them had a thing going but with his sacrifice to stop the Fall, he was gone with no way to bring him back at all.
She had however, kept a promise with the rest of SEES, the team vowing to live their lives to the fullest to make up for what Makoto had given them with his sacrifice. Flipping a hand through her hair and flipping on her furred coat. Makoto strode out of the room, a hand grabbing hold of the sheathed rapier lying by the door before she confidently marched outside, ready to face a busy new day without a worry on her mind.
THE END