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"Shiiit! The hell's the problem with this thing?!"

"I-I don't know…but that things definitely not normal…it's not like any other COVERS I’ve seen that's for sure…"

In the thick of the assault against the Naked Sol right after freeing herself from Nui and Ragyo's crooked methods to keep her docile, Ryuko had been trapped in by the twisted blonde alongside a strange creature composed of magenta Life Fibers. And as yet another attack passes harmlessly through the string-composed body of the humanoid entity, severing vibrant pink threads that instantly reconnect where the crimson blade passes leaving no damage visible. Ryuko leaps away with a click of the tongue before it can retaliate.

The creature didn't have a human host to sap off of but it was proving to be a hassle to deal with, constantly regenerating when it shouldn't be able to. The Scissor Blade, even separated, stopped Life Fibers from regenerating. Yet here this one was, continuing to back Ryuko into a corner with Senketsu warning her to keep her distance after noticing it hadn’t tried to attack, not even once in their brief encounter with this new foe in one of the ships many rooms, but they wouldn’t have to guess any longer as to what this COVERS was capable of as it lurches forward while twitching wildly, akin to a convulsive fit. Before its torso explodes, releasing a mass of pink too fast for the eye to track until it stabs into Senketsu, forcing a yell of pain out of him before his form as a Japanese girl’s highschool uniform pops and melts including his facial features, sloshing like black liquid until it reforms into an entirely different outfit altogether; a sleeveless fishnet stocking top that leaves her breasts exposed while her pleated skirt morphs into black leather high waist shorts with nothing beneath to mask her innocence with. And to finish it off, what remained of the Kamui slips behind her back before reaching around to clasp at her bosom, grunting at how tightly it cinched against her skin. Leaving Ryuko looking like she was going to hit up a club.

“Senketsu?! You alright?! Oi! Answer me!!! Ghgh?! Get your mitts off you faceless piece of Gurk! Ggk! Grhk!!!”

In that brief moment of weakness, the COVERS goes for Ryuko next, left helplessly depowered without Senketsu’s aid now that he had been neutered and reformed into a scandalous outfit good for nothing but parading the body of its wearer. The weakened slashes she delivered with the blade still held tightly in her grip could do little to fend off the inevitable as its wicked thread begins to pierce Ryuko’s skin alongside the thick bundle already jammed firmly down her throat, taking advantage of her half breed origins to begin altering her just as it had done Senketsu, eating away at muscle while replacing them with weak supple flesh, adorning them with plump fat that further accentuates growing curves and dips of pliable mass wherever the threads went in, spreading a natural ochre coloration over her old pale orange skin while her body continues to shrink and expand in certain places. Showing signs that the thing was changing more than just her appearance as her oriental heritage begins to vanish under a renewed burst of change centered around her face.

Pert lips blossom around the magenta tendril in her mouth while slant eyes begin to right themselves at the corners, framed by angular brows that softens her angry expression atop an extended nose that curves down at the tip with pale blue irises smudging into ordinary dark brown ones to complete her facial makeover from a 17 year old Japanese girl into an older Mexican babe who looked to be in her early 20's. All in the span of a few seconds. But the COVERS wasn't done, not just yet. Ignoring Ryuko's muffled yells that were beginning to sound drastically different from before as they worked on her vocal chords while the rest of her body finishes aging to match her new visage, no longer that of the spunky teenager but one of an adulterous woman from abroad. Fitting her new attire perfectly as long curvy legs flailed with dainty feet clad in heels while slender arms bereft of muscle try but fail to dislodge the Life Fibers still pumping her body with their venom after her part of the Scissor Blade had been confiscated without much resistance. Her fate finalized by the emergence of a long mane of brunette hair that pours down long enough to tickle the sexy arch of her back.

“Hijo de puta! voy a matar...tú…qué es esto?!” (You fucker! I’m gonna kill…you…what is this?!)

With its work finished, the COVERS removes itself from the mouth of Ryuko, or rather, the young Mexican woman she had become, giving her time to catch her breath and tell another bout of expletives before realizing she had done so in perfect Spanish, gripping at her throat in shock before glancing down at herself, taking a few, unsteady steps back in stilettos that clack against the bulkhead. Turning her furious gaze toward the being that had done this to her just in time to see two more tendrils lash out at her, slapping her with a spiked choker and expensive silver bangle that tightens around her sleek neck and left wrist respectively. And as it does so, her vision begins to blur with the burning ship around her slowly being replaced by…a simple bedroom while the anger she was feeling not too long ago instantly evaporates alongside the memories of Ryuko Matoi, leaving the newborn Mexican staring blankly into space like a statue with the sounds of fierce fighting and explosions no longer there to plague her freshly emptied brain…until the gruff voice of a stranger calls out for his girl, his Lalo, spurring her into action as light returns to the vapid bimbo's eyes, smiling warmly with a tingle in her well used pussy upon sighting her papi walking into the room, biting her lower lip in anticipation while running a hand through her hair.

“bienvenido a casa bebé... estás lista para ir al bar o quieres hacerlo conmigo primero?” (Welcome home babe, you ready to hit the bar or do you wanna do me first?)

Everything Ryuko Matoi was had been eliminated with a simple slap, replaced by Lalo Rodrigues, an ordinary Mexican prostitute-turned-trophy wife for one of the nations most feared drug lords. Instead of Matoi’s fiery persona and brash, independent self. Lalo was a complete submissive to her peers, always doing whatever her husband and his men asked of her. Showing so sign of shame as her Life Fiber warped brain fills with memories of having rough sex with the ruthless drug lord and her many other clientele before him. Reflecting in her tight, curvaceous body as her virgin snatch loosens itself, robbed of its hymen while a raunchy tattoo branding her like livestock sears itself into the smooth skin of her toned navel just above her well oiled cunt. Spraying its love for her possessive partner as his gruff hand slips over her peachy ass before digging into her exposed lower lips, there was a reason she went commando after all; easy access at all times for whoever wanted to do her then and there.

“Te amo papi~” (Love you daddy~)”

While the lovebirds began to makeout in another plane of existence, Lalo’s former allies would soon find themselves in a sticky situation. With the sudden disappearance of Ryuko right after saving her from Ragyo’s grip, the unlikely gang could only assume the worse once a COVERS far different from the others they were already busy dealing with emerges from beneath the bulkhead…wielding the vanished Ryuko’s half of the Scissor Blade. Something that paints a wicked grin on Nui’s face while Ragyo bursts into a wicked cacophony of reverberant laughter. Their biggest pain in the side was eliminated, and their pet project was a success, ready to be unleashed against Satsuki and the others in Nudist Beach and the Elite Four.

Ryuko would’ve been enraged, calling for blood. But there was little she could do when Senketsu was left abandoned and soaked in unmentionable juices on the floor of a bungalow bedroom while she in turn bounced off of her new husband’s pecker as a simple minded wife whose only purpose was to look good beside her man while fulfilling his every need, uncaring of what she had lost when there was so much more she had been blessed with…whether she liked it or not…

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A caption i've had a little bit of talking with before making, thanks to DancingSpartan for the idea input and image dump ^^ Takes place right after EP21 and before 22 in Kill La Kill for reference

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