How This (not so) Little Rose Found Her Thorns Part 2 - Commission

A commission from Terra Lupis
Some Non-con and tentacles, if you've read this far you get it by now!

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Pressed up to the side of a truck's cargo container, the metal buckled as Ruby slammed Yang into it repeatedly. Hammering her hips against Yang's enhanced ass, Ruby ran a hand down the bodysuit she'd made for the golden-haired beauty. Yang had needed new clothes, of course. She was taller even than Ruby now and built like an exceptionally curvy tank. Arms thick with muscle, not to the point it formed ugly bulges but enough that Ruby couldn't squeeze her hands even halfway around them. As she fucked Yang up against the hard metal of the cargo container, Yang's prosthetic was now strong enough to scratch long grooves into the steel. Yang had always been strong, but with Ruby's Creation powers, she'd become a complete monster.

A gorgeous monster at that, breasts twice the size of Ruby's head squeezed up against the steel pleasingly as Ruby pressed Yang into it, working her cock deep into Yang's beautifully plump rear and ramming her whole length home. The clap of skin made that ass tremble. There was too much tight muscle for a full rumbling quiver, but the hard impact was satisfying, and the squeeze around Ruby's cock was divine. Yang was undoubtedly enjoying it, mewling under her ever so sweetly as Ruby's thrusts broke her thoughts apart with body-shaking bursts of pleasure. 

This wasn't even the first time Ruby had driven Yang into some steel on this street and hammered her until she left an imprint. After their enthusiastic gym session, Ruby used her new powers to clean them off and make new outfits. Yang's tight fighting bodysuit was a figure-hugging calm grey piece, highlighted with bright golden yellows and a cutout on the chest to expose a cleavage so deep that even when Ruby had plunged her cock into it, she hadn't hit the other side.

Ruby herself had gone for a simple red shirt, only doing up a few buttons on the bottom, so it hung perilously open. It'd proven perfect for keeping Yang nicely distracted. The rush of power Ruby felt at making Yang go so mushy for her with just a slight jut of her hips was exhilarating, and she couldn't keep her hands off her newest work. Yang was a towering Amazonian beauty, and Ruby couldn't help indulging. The trail of worthless plant-choked cars they'd left behind them was proof of that, Yang-shaped dents in the sides and hoods of a path of them all the way back to the Gym. 

It'd been terribly slow progress, but they were just having too much fun to stop.   

An orgasm hit Yang like a freight train, and she smashed her head into the cargo container, the whole panel buckling as she groaned in satisfaction. Ruby had gotten really good at fucking her now, and her teasing about saving Yang's pussy for Blake drove her wild. 

"Please, I need it," Yang gasped, her dick hard as a rock pressed flat against her stomach.

"No. Faunus gets their turn first," Ruby teased, slicking her fingers over the wetness dripping from Yang and giving the clitoral piercing she'd gifted her a playful flick. Yang's muscles tensed up so much from this sudden thrill of pleasure that her prosthetic fingers punched into the grooves she's been scratching in the cargo container and tore long furrows through the steel. Yang was so desperately horny that it left her gasping for air and she tore at the side of the truck wildly, fingers finding the grooves she’d cut and wrenching until the entire side came away like it was nothing more than paper. Ruby bent Yang over the gap she'd made and laid her hands on Yang's back, leaning in to see what Yang had just revealed in the truck's container. 

"Oh, this could work very nicely," 

An absolutely massive vehicle with six wheels was inside. It looked like a cross between a dune buggy and a tank. The word 'Nomad' was painted on the side of the massive vehicle in bright white against the black and teal splatter paint job. There wasn't a key anywhere, but Ruby soon worked out she could just make one for herself, a hand pressed to the handle and feeling out the lock before filling it with hard golden light and turning.

Only I'll be able to even turn it on! Very convenient.

The inside was plush, with all-black leather seating and stowing space enough for six people to sit comfortably and still have room to move around. 

"Fuuuck," Yang groaned from the spot Ruby had left her, wiping drool from the side of her mouth. "You make that?"

"No! You didn't even notice it here?" Ruby laughed. "It's bigger than you!"

"You're getting really good at fucking," Yang huffed, pushing her hair back. "I wasn't thinking about anything but you,"

Ruby grinned.

This new body is the best! I've never had this effect on Yang before!

It made her incredibly eager to find the others to see how they'd react to her now.

Little Ruby no more! 

"You can drive?" Ruby said, popping her head back out of the Nomad to look down at Yang. Twirling a golden key in her fingers.

"Give me a minute. I don't think my legs work so good." Yang rising slowly. A fucked stupid wobble to her walk. She was tall enough she still had to bend to enter the massive vehicle, sitting herself gingerly down in the seat next to a grinning Ruby. 

“Not just your legs that are hurting” Ruby said, bumping up to Yang’s hip.

"Yeah it’s so weird, it’s like my ass has been getting pounded for hours. Make space!" Yang pushed Ruby to one side, but Ruby clung to Yang's arm, rubbing her cheeks over Yang's muscles. 

"Aw, I like it here, though. It's so very good."

"Not a chance. Move over. Or I'll sit on you, and you'll die."

"You sit on me, and I won't be the one screaming," Ruby grinned, grabbing the bulge she'd stuff back into her pants. 

Making Yang blush a lovely ruby red was quickly becoming one of her favorite new things. 

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The Nomad was a fantastic find. Not only did it drive like a dream, its engine a quiet purr, but its wheels were big enough that it could just roll right over all the abandoned traffic littering the street. The pair had no idea which way to go, so they just rolled along the streets, marveling at the massive glass building lined with solar panels. This place must have been a glittering gem before whatever fate had befallen it. Some of its majesty remained, even as nature slowly reclaimed its place. The blossoming flowers lining the concrete gave it a brilliantly festive look now. It was too pretty to be depressing, and the pair had enjoyed a brief reprieve from the fucking to bask in the fallen city's calm beauty.  

They'd been going a few hours, the sun dipping out of the sky before the drumming sound of rain splattered off the Nomad's windows. It built, coming down harder and harder until the vehicle's wipers couldn't keep up, Yang having to lean and squint to pick out the road ahead of them. Glowing lights came to life alongside the road, a blue strip that pulsed and flowed away into the city. 

"We should stop," Yang said. "This gets any worse, and we'll drive blind, and I don't want to get stuck."

"No, think about it. If the lights are leading somewhere, won't others follow them? Could be our best chance to find them!" 

The thought of actually catching up with the rest of the team (And Blake in particular) seemed enough for Yang to press on, running alongside the blue strips and doing her best to drive around the black car shapes as they loomed out of the deluge. A few got crushed, but it's not like they were much use anyway. From how Yang was grinning at each shearing metal sound, Ruby guessed she was enjoying getting some revenge at all the times she'd tried and failed to start them. 

Following the lights, eventually, the sound of the road changed under them to something smoother. The rain suddenly cut off to reveal they'd driven right off the road and into some kind of warehouse. With flat white paneling lining the walls, the room was completely bare except for a giant red Stop symbol that flashed on the wall in front of them. 

"This place looks like a hospital," Yang said, settling back in her seat. 

"Yeah, it has that spooky sterile vibe to it. You think we took an ambulance run or something?"

The window of the Nomad flashed to black, a few lines of programming code flickering at the bottom. Ruby hadn't even realized it wasn't just glass and reached out to tap it in surprise. 

"Please don't muddy the smart glass," the Nomad's screen flickered, and the image of a woman appeared. A tall, thin lady with white skin, not a pinkish white like Ruby's, but a clean, crisp white that matched her lengthy hair, messily tied back with two tails left to drift down either side of her face. If not for black gloves and a tight-fitting black turtleneck, it'd have been tough to pick out the details of her. She wore a stark white lab coat that melded into her body, leaving lines just faint enough that she had a very statue-like appearance. It made her eyes even more vivid, a bright yellow with black eyeliner and long lashes. Gorgeous in an oddly clinical way. 

"Who are you?" Yang balled up a fist, already primed to punch something. 

"Good evening, ladies. My name is Gladys. I caught you driving in a storm, so I guided you here to shelter." Gladys gave them a smile, a small thing that seemed more amused at their situation than proud at being helpful. 

"Thanks! It's really appreciated," Ruby said, "But we were doing fine in the Nomad. We actually wanted to see if anyone else came here? You're the first person I've seen apart from Yang."

"I am entertaining some guests," Gladys said. "Please come out and join them."

Yang shrugged, waving a fist at Ruby and raising an eyebrow. 

"Let's see what she says first? She's been helpful so far,"

"I am always correct, yes," Gladys said. "I like that you've learned that quickly. Could you come out of the Nomad, please? I'd like to process you first."

The Nomad's screen blinks off with a snap, and the pair unbuckle and climb out. 

"Excellent," Gladys said, appearing just outside the Nomad in a shimmering light, her body ever so slightly transparent. "If you could both jus- well, this is inconvenient." 

Gladys was probably used to being tall, so her pupils had gone wide when she looked up at Ruby and even further at Yang. Yang stretches her newly boosted prosthetic arm to show off, working a muscle in her shoulder as she grins down at Gladys. 

"This changes things considerably. I wasn't expecting a problem of scale."

"Problem?" Ruby tilted her head at her. "Why would it be a problem?"

"I built my guest rooms for a particular type of person. I misjudged the size of you, is all."

"Can't handle a real woman?" Yang grinned. 

"No! That wouldn't be an issue at all. I just took you as the more average type."

"I like to think we're pretty exceptional now" Ruby patted her stomach, a heavy thump as her hand echoed off raw muscle. 

"Yes," Gladys said, staring at the firm stomach. "Exceptional. That's the perfect word. Usually, those 'Exceptional' enough to have your stature, I give a different reception. It has been an awful long while since I've got to enjoy doing that, and it may even solve a problem I have."

She waved towards a white paneled wall, which broke apart into honeycomb pieces and rearranged itself, so there was now a door for them. There was a momentary pause, then one more piece at the top scurried away on its pistons in embarrassment to account for Yang. Gladys waved them over to the door. 

"Come through. You're probably feeling cramped after all the time in the Nomad."

The walk following the holographic Gladys was unremarkable. The halls of the place had the same polished white as the parking bay and Gladys herself. All the white blended together, making Ruby, Yang, and Gladys' eyes the only points of color that stood out. 

"It seems really clean and quiet here," Ruby said as another wall opened up into what looked like a relaxation room, mechanical arms from the ceiling still finishing fixing egg-shaped chairs full of cushions into the ground. They were set next to a small side table with a jug of water and some square glass tumblers on top. All but the tumblers were the same exhausting white as the rest of the facility. 

"I am currently running optimally. Ever since the human elements of the organization left, I've been able to dramatically improve efficiency."

"Human elements?" Yang said, "So you're not human?"

Gladys simply reached her hand out and waved it through Ruby's torso, the blurring hologram only a slight heat against Ruby's skin. 

"I manage several buildings for exceptional individuals and their guests, but no, I am not, as you say, human." She gave Yang a patronizing smile. "Will that be a problem?"

"No! Sorry," Yang said, head ducked as she recalled the problems she'd had here before. The last thing she wanted was to treat another robot like she was anything less than alive.

Gladys waved to the seats, "Then please, take your leisure. I'll be happy to answer questions you have while you relax."

The egg-shaped seats were strange, but they were undoubtedly comfy and big enough to stretch out on the pillows inside. Ruby dove right in, Yang following and taking her seat, still cheeks flush from some residual embarrassment. 

"You mentioned a problem?" Ruby asked, pouring herself a glass of water.

"Some of my newest guests have been less than comfortable, and all my attempts to solve this seem to incite them further." Gladys sighed. "What little satisfaction I get from performing my duties is tied up in performing them well. It simply won't do,"

"So you're like a hotel?" Yang said, puffing up a pillow to rest her prosthetic arm on. 

Gladys smirked. "You could call it something like that."

"We came looking for our friends, a black-haired Faunus with cat ears and a white-haired woman with a long braid?" Ruby said, "Not that we don't want to help though! If you pointed us their way, we'd be really grateful."

"Are you comfortable?" Gladys said, ignoring Ruby's question. The pair nodded, waiting for her to continue. "Excellent, then please enjoy."

There's a snap as restraints shoot out of hidden slots in the chairs, white straps looping over limbs and around chests and pulling tight, Ruby and Yang grunting as they're fixed into their seats tightly.

"Oh, I am going to punch you through the roof!" Yang spat, straining against the straps. 

"Hologram, come on now. It's embarrassing you don't understand that yet, Yang. Ruby is already far ahead of you here." Gladys said.

"Wait, how did you know my name? I only said Yang's," Ruby said, testing the straps more gently than Yang's struggles to see if she could slip through. They seemed to adapt to the motion, not biting into the skin but firmly resisting them escaping.

"I manage several things in the city. Including a gym and the Nomad you've been driving."

"Oh. Oh, so you saw all that?" Ruby said, biting her bottom lip. "And you just watched?"

"It was entertaining and informative. I learned a lot." Gladys raised a hand, giving her fingers a click. Thin tendrils with tiny claws slipped out of the chairs' hidden compartments, grappling with the pairs of bodysuits and pulling them off with gentle tugs. Ruby and Yang had a lot of curves to get stuck on, but many mechanical hands made light work and struggle as they might. They couldn't stop being slowly stripped bare. 

"You're just a pervy robot! I can't believe this!" Yang hissed. 

"No, I am an exceptional host for exceptional people. Honestly! You're being as bad as my newest guests about this. Have things in Skugge really changed so much? I didn't expect everyone to become such sourpusses."

"Tying us up isn't being an excellent host!"

"Oh, you're quite right, actually" Gladys put two fingers over her mouth in mock embarrassment as she looked the pair over. "Let us get you properly comfortable."

Two mechanical tendrils come down for each woman, clear tubes wound around them but instead of ending in arms, the arms and tubes fed into a long candle-shaped suction cup. They dangled before the pair before guiding arms helped move them to run the devices over the women's chests. They felt odd, like rubber but softer, and warmed up to a pleasant heat. The suction cups stroked across Ruby and Yang's chests and fitted over their nipples, clamping down firmly. 

"Fuck! That's tight," Yang hisses. 

Ruby is trying to keep more composed, looking for an opening out of this. However, she's still held tight by the straps, and the suckling cups are a not unpleasant feeling to have over her nipples. Strange, but in a uniquely pleasing way. 

"You're going to milk us?" Yang groaned. Ruby knew her nipples were sensitive, and these things were absolutely merciless. "You really a perv."

"While watching you in the Gym, I noticed a rather unusual thing happened. Something about your encounter changed you, Yang." Gladys said, coming over to sit on Yang's lap. She reached performatively for the ceiling, ghost hand caressing a third attachment that was lowering out of the ceiling for the pair. This one left nothing to the imagination, a fat tube ending this tendril with the unmistakable shape of a pussy imprinted into the end, the same pure white flesh as Gladys had.

"When Ruby and you had sex, something about you helped make you more remarkable. If I could turn my guests into more exceptional people, I would have something that could turn the city of Skugge and all within it on their heads. I'd control the power, who has it, who can get more of it."

"There's no one here, though?" Ruby said as the pussy attachment lowered to her waiting cock. The nipple teasing was working her up, and she couldn't stop herself from getting hard if she'd tried. It sank down and kissed her head, wiggling back and fore as it tried to fit over her. 

"There will be in time. I'm willing to wait them out." Gladys said, "I have nothing if not patience, and when they return, they will beg me to let me serve them. I won't have this long, long period of boredom ever again."

Yang groans as the attachment tries to fit over her cock, which is a near-perfect match to Ruby's. It was a thick challenge for any woman, and the machine seemed to struggle too. Yang bucked her hips in her restraints, finding enough give to thrust forward into it. The attachment cracked clean in two, her girth simply too much for it as she split it apart with one triumphant grunt. 

There's a long pause, silent apart from the lapping suckles of the machines on the women's nipples. Gladys stared blankly at the broken machine attachment. 

Yang was giving Gladys the biggest grin, cockiness personified. 

"Oh, don't be so smug about it," Gladys said frostily, clicking her fingers and sending the attachments retreating. 

"You sure your guests are exceptional? You've been struggling with us."

"Yes! I just misjudged you is all."

"Been doing that a lot," Ruby said, joining in with a giggle from Yang. 

Gladys' glare became so squinted it was just a tiny slit of yellow on her face as a new arm rushed down to replace the broken attachment. They secured straps around Yang's thighs so she couldn't break them again. The pussy attachments still were having a real time of it squeezing to press down over Ruby and Yang's cocks. 

"The biggest you got?" Ruby said sweetly. "We don't want to hurt you again."

"Perhaps you'd just like to cuddle?" Yang laughed when the pussy attachment forced itself down with mechanical gears grinding. Soft, simulated flesh rippled over Yang's cock and squeezed it so tightly it blew all teasing thoughts right out of Yang's head.   

"There, I made it fit," Gladys said with wounded pride. "You're being a lot of trouble for something that people used to absolutely relish in."

Ruby's attachment wasn't as rough, instead claiming her inch by inch. She knew how to get out of this. Her Creation Powers could race through this machine and easily change whatever was attached to it. She only didn't because, well, it felt really fucking good, and she didn't want to ruin her chance to enjoy it. Ruby had never fucked a pussy before, but if they were this tight, warm, and velvety around her cock, she couldn't wait to try it out. 

"Fuuuuck," Yang groaned. "I'm mad, but this really feels amazing. I can't believe you wouldn't let me fuck you, Ruby. You've been enjoying this all day!" 

"I thought you saved that cock for Blake and Ilia. You cheat!" Ruby teased, gripping her chair's armrests tightly as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. 

"It's not real. Doesn't count" Yang's denial was undercut somewhat by the flush of red on her face, her massive chest heaving as she felt the machine ripple along her cock. 

"Not real, you say," Gladys said, making a minor note on her clipboard. "Disappointing, the link system should be accurate enough that it'd be impossible to tell the difference. Every impulse, texture, and fluid saturation should be perfectly copied."

"Copied? From what?" Ruby said.

"Guess," Gladys said petulantly.

Ruby and Yang groaned as the attachment seemed to get even tighter over their dicks, the walls of it clenching and rubbing along them with a toe-curling tightness. 

"I don't know, someone really tight!" Yang groaned, batting her head against the pillow. She didn't want to enjoy this, but it was so divine she couldn't help it. Her resistance was token at best now. 

"You copied a virgin or something?" Ruby gasped. "Or someone really short?"

"Oh, you are close," Gladys said, flickering from Yang's lap to appear in front of Ruby, leaning over her with one hand pressed beside her head. "And who do you know like that?"

The answer seemed obvious. There was a clear frontrunner when she thought short and pure as snow.  

"Weiss?"

Gladys clicked her fingers, and two hands on tendrils came out of the wall. They slowly and sarcastically clapped together as she rose to her full height. 

"Well done! You are the clever one." Gladys bent a knee, sweeping a bow to the wall in front of the pair. The white tiles flickered and changed to a massive screen, and sure enough, on it was Weiss Schnee. Though not as Ruby and Yang had ever seen her before. 

They had stripped Weiss down to a set of lacy frost-patterned lingerie. Ruby had to admire the thin lace and the classy look of Weiss' garter belts and stockings, even if her attention quickly went elsewhere. Her bikini bottoms had been shredded and hung in tatters off the edge of the table, her braid flicking over the edge as a long mechanical tendril tipped with a long white dildo was mercilessly plowing her pussy. She looked more bored by it than excited, her head laid back on the table as if trying to get back to sleep. 

"See the issue?" Gladys sighed, "I've never had guests so miserable. I used to make my guests worship my very name, and she just curses me out."

"Maybe you should let her go, then?" Ruby said, scratching her armrest as the pumping pussy picked up speed, thumping down over her cock in great sweeps, the tightness of it completely intoxicating.

"No! I'd be terribly bored, and I need to test my theories. Though now I've got both of you here, I realize my copying wasn't exactly," she stared at Yang, who strained at her thigh restraints as she tried to break the machine again with a hip thrust. "Accurate,"

The tendril fucking Weiss withdrew, a dildo barely wet from Weiss' pussy coming with it. Ruby could see what Gladys meant. Ruby had been gifted a lot better by Ambrosius and given Yang the same, and Gladys' tools couldn't compare. 

Wait, did that mean?

"It's Weiss' pussy!" Ruby said with a start.

"What?" Yang burst out, sweat dripping from her body. The tubing from the suction cups tied to her breasts had gone white as they milked her, and it was giving her a far harder time than Ruby as the dizzying sensation rattled around her mind. 

"The things Gladys has on us, it's copying Weiss, and it's like we're fucking her. Kind of!"

The slow clapping hands start up again until Gladys shoots them a look, and they retreat into the walls. 

"Yes, well done. You're up to speed now. Since it's clear Yang's milk isn't the culprit of her change, we'll continue. I just need to fix a minor mistake."

On the viewscreen, a new tendril appeared, sporting a far meatier dildo. One that Ruby saw was closer to what she and Yang were packing, and it mirrored the same problems Gladys' attachment had with Ruby and Yang. Weiss perked up considerably as she felt the massive object try to force its way in, but no amount of force was going to fix that problem. 

"Oh, I get it!" Yang said, staring at the screen. "Gladys is terrible at sex."

"I am not! I am efficient and exacting."

"You haven't done it for however long this whole fall things been going on. You're treating people like they're just machines to be milked!" Yang grinned. "Ruby could fuck you under the table. Why don't you bring your body out here, and we'll show you."

"What? No, hologram, how do you not ... you're doing this on purpose," Gladys huffed. "Ruby, you don't agree with this battle tank masquerading as a person, do you?"

"I mean, you are having trouble, right? Maybe you are" Ruby couldn't think of a polite way to say it, so like when she'd got Yang bent over a car bonnet, she just hammered it home. "Maybe you are kind of bad at this."

Gladys didn't respond, but the pussies being thrust against Ruby and Yang sped up, the squelching of flesh against simulated insides reaching a fever pitch and the two girls howling as they thumped into their chairs by the blissfully tight confines far faster than Weiss could have possibly survived. In fact, on the screen, the speed was a perfect match, though this didn't help it find a way in one bit. Weiss just looked pissed at it as it bashed against her unyielding slit. 

Yang and Ruby don’t last long, bodies shaking as they orgasm, balls tight as they jet ropes of cum deep into the machines and have it all slurped away into the clear tubes. Ruby's cum glowed in the pipes, a rich golden color with threads of silver.  

"I knew it! Something special," Gladys said as the golden liquid was drained away. "All I need is this, and I'll fix all my problems. Hah! Genius," 

Ruby had built up a lot of stamina from her day with Yang. While the fake Weiss pussy was a genuine delight, the feeling of her cum infused with power rushed through the facility was more important to her. Gladys was taking it right to Weiss' chamber and, when it arrived, poured it down into the dildo that was pumping against her. Ruby dug into that distant potency, still a part of her without it being used, and exerted change. 

The pure white dildo pounding Weiss flashed on the screen, and then went a pure gold, silver flower stems patterned like veins along it with artful blossoming red roses. Weiss gasped as the length pressed up to her again, but this time it pushed insistently at her entrance instead of hammering. A shimmering silver liquid dripped out of the end like an endless torrent of pre-cum, hot against Weiss' skin as it dribbled down her thighs. 

"What are you doing?" Gladys says, spinning to look at the screen. "Stop this! This isn't what I planned. "

"You want to see what I did?" Ruby said, "Then you're going to see it all, and then, what was it you said? You'll beg me to let you serve me."

"I will do no such thing," Gladys said, unable to look away as Ruby seized control of her mechanical arm. The pouring cum spread its gold and silver patterning all along its length and into the white tiles of the room. 

"Beg," Ruby purred and turned her focus back to Weiss. Thanks to the silver lubing she'd been using, the golden length was sinking into Weiss now, achingly slow. Weiss was shrieking in that wonderful mix of pain and pleasure, far louder than even Yang had when she'd first fucked her. Ruby had experience now, and she would do a much better job. 

"Ruby, I can feel that!" Yang groaned. "The machine's matched up again, fuck it's like we're trying to drill through a wall. A deliciously soft wall. She's so ridiculously tight."

Ruby didn't worry about Yang. She'd be fine. Probably, it was her first time really getting to use her cock, and she wasn't even in control of it. 

She'll have to deal. 

Weiss wasn't dealing. The mechanical arms had brought a pillow down for her to bite on, and Weiss was savaging it, screams muffled as she rocked back and fore in her restraints. Ruby could feel from the feedback through the machine that her cock was only an inch in, but Weiss was a tight fit, and her nerves were probably all screaming fire right now as she took Ruby's enhanced toy. 

Ruby grinned as she realized she didn't have to settle for just any old cock, so she added a rumble to the experience, a spine-tingling buzz that turned Weiss' screams up to an even higher pitch. The ripple through the machine to emulate it made Ruby tingle from tip to toe. She'd have to work out how to do this because it was absolutely delightful. 

"This pussy is too good for you, Yang!" Ruby laughed, "I'm taking it off you." 

Yang strained against her restraints as her machine stopped, golden sparks crackling along it. Frustrated growls as she tried to buck against it. 

"You're a horrible succubus, Ruby! Give me something!" 

"Oh, okay, but only because I want to see the look on Gladys' face."

The gold had spread entirely through Weiss' room now. The wall panels unfolded under Ruby's will to provide more mechanical tentacles, a few with long leather strips she used to snag around Weiss' limbs and left her off the table. Suspending her in the air from wires, Weiss' braid bobs before her as the pillow falls away, and she resumes her ecstatic screaming. Gladys watched in numb shock as Weiss went through a fucking so intense she couldn't tell if she was overwhelmed or orgasming her brains out. Possibly both. 

Ruby had some spare leather strips left, so she had them wind up and whip Weiss' rear raw. As Weiss squealed in exquisite shock, Ruby extended a new mechanical dildo, a match for the other, teasing it along Weiss' beautiful heart-shaped rear. She had such a fantastic ass, and it really was a shame she kept it hidden under all those long coats. 

"You want to put this in Yang?" She said, feeding the new dildo's experience to Yang's machine, so all that was happening was the light feeling of soft skin over the tip of Yang's cock. 

"Yes. Yes! No torture, just let me feel it fucking her!" 

Ruby laughed. Yang was too easy, and she let that silver cum flow out of Yang's dildo, pressing it in with the same intense slowness. Weiss' voice went up an octave again, and the glasses on the table between their chairs cracked as Weiss hit notes so high it made Ruby's skin twitch. 

"Damn, Weiss, that's some lungs. You think she's enjoying herself now, Gladys?" Ruby said.

"Means nothing. She's just- just- overwhelmed. It's not better than me."

Ruby let her actions speak for her. Through the machine, she could feel Weiss' pussy massaging her perfectly, a tight fit that every motion had to drag and press every speck of the walls out of the way. From the deep grunting noises Yang was making, she was having just a good time of it, taking in deep breaths as the restraints holding her snapped one by one. She was so tense with pleasure the sheer stress of her powerful limbs was more than Gladys could contain. 

Whips to her rear, a burning heat around the Yang dildo hitting deep spots of her. Weiss was already a mess before Ruby really got to work. Ruby had her own toy drag its girth along Weiss' clit as it dug deep to find the most pleasurable places to press vibrating bliss into. Absolutely merciless as it stretched Weiss around it to deliver her endless bursts of intoxicating pleasure. If Weiss was actually a virgin, Ruby didn't know, but from the breathless worshiping moans she was now letting spill out of her mouth, Weiss had never been fucked like this.

"Hear that Gladys? She's really praising your name now. Has she done that before?"

Fists scrunched up by her side, Gladys had her head turned away from Ruby in shame, watching the screen with stiff attention.

"Maybe I should tell her who is doing this. I'd love to hear my name from that pretty throat of hers. Since you couldn't do the job."

"Fine!" Gladys said, stomping her foot down. "You're better at this than me, there. Does that make you happy?"

"Now you know your place? I guess I don't have to hold back. "

Ruby's dildo was only halfway in, but Weiss' thighs were already coated in her own cum as every inch she took came with its own body-racking orgasm. Yang from the rear only heightened the intensity, breathless orgasms crashing into each and heightening the passion into a mind-melting explosion of pure bliss. Weiss was drooling as she hung from the straps, all sense fucked right out of her head by the merciless toys as she tried to comprehend the sheer white-hot intensity of the orgasms she was suffering. Ruby's feedback attachment slurped down on her cock as Weiss' insides sucked her in, rippling over her cock as a bump formed on that pristine Schnee stomach from the tip of Ruby's dildo. 

She only regretted she wasn't there with her to press her hands into the skin and plant bites on that perfect Schnee neck.

Well, someday, I'll get my chance. 

The power swirling through the room she put to use, her golden seed pouring into Weiss as she came her brains out. The power flexing along muscle and bone, sizing up and hardening it. Yang, she'd turned into a paragon of power, but Weiss, she felt, deserved something different. Ruby remade her limbs long and powerful, so she could tower as high as Ruby did now, but with a more slender look. Still, that belly Ruby wished was bulging with a real cock instead of a fake one deserved some definition. A nice six-pack to ripple fingers over and give the heiress some much-needed strength to her swift fencing style. 

The feeling of change was a delight, but the fucking Ruby was getting through this fake pussy was enough to heighten it to the point her cock lurched, and she felt the thrill of her balls emptying once again. More power raced down the tubes to fill Weiss' belly, soak into her expanding body and pour strength into thin muscle. Ruby didn't want her to rise past her height, but she felt she probably owed Weiss to at least match her after this. 

As Weiss hung from the straps, wholly broken on the pounding cock, Ruby did the last pass of another masterpiece. A little less definition in the muscles gives her a more refined look than Ruby's rough-and-tumble gym rat style. A brand new cock now hung down in the air, flopping about in time to Weiss' swinging braid. Ruby knew she was big but was she really that big? She'd never seen herself hanging down like this.

No wonder Weiss and Yang wailed in delight when she used it. It was a proper work of art. 

I should sign my work!

A sharp cry from Weiss as Ruby pierced her nipples and added a little ornament. It just felt right. 

"Satisfied?" Ruby said, slowly breathing as she came down from her orgasm to look at Gladys. "That a proper looking after of your guests?"

Gladys smiled. "Exceptional. Perhaps you would like some victory cake to go with it?"

"I'd like my friend back and you to promise to stop bothering us."

"I thought you wanted me to beg?"

"Well, I was trying to be nice, but now I want that too." Ruby took a deep breath as gold raced over her chair, and she stretched, snapping the restraints. Gladys took a step back. 

"Hologram, you can't do anything to me." 

"You sure about that?" Ruby grinned, swirling her hand with silver light flowing around her fingers. 

Gladys' eyes only got wider. 

"Please. Ruby, you're a master at this, I can tell. I'm not worthy of criticizing your talents. I'll aid you however you wish, give you a friend. Anything you ask," Gladys said, sinking to one knee. She sounded genuine, finally broken under Ruby's power.

"Actually, I would like that cake," Yang said. "And a towel. If it's going,"

----

Yang had gotten a whole sheet cake for her troubles, all white frosting, of course, and was enjoying it with her feet kicked up in the Nomad. Gladys had delivered Weiss with a renewed set of that gorgeous ice-patterned lingerie. Weiss was finding her seat in the back of the Nomad, a red blush still on her cheeks as she sat down and examined her long limbs in shock. 

"I changed just like you both," she said, voice still hot from the day's excitement. "Well, except these"

She pressed a hand to cup her breasts, now considerably more than a handful than she'd had before. Ruby could see the rose gold barbells through the lace, rubies glittering on the ends, and she had to fight back a smile. They really looked good. 

"They're suspiciously in your style, Ruby Rose!"

"I'll tell you about it later." Ruby laughed. "It was a kind of unique situation you were in,"

"Unique doesn't even begin to cover it," Weiss sighed, squeezing her chest. It certainly felt good and even the lightest of tweaks to her nipples were a shocking thrill now. "You better get me some new clothes,"

"Of course! I mean, I made Yang her bodysuit, and it's amazing," Ruby smirked. 

Weiss looked at Yang and blushed hard. Yang was sitting on a bath towel entirely in the nude. The tray of sheet cake balanced on the most monumental pair of breasts Weiss had ever seen. She was sure Ruby's bodysuit was amazing, but Yang didn't need it to be a sight to behold. It made new feelings rise in Weiss that she didn’t know what to deal with. 

She settled for playing with her breasts more, fingers squeezing firm as she imagined how Yang’s even more plump set would feel in her hands. Unconsciously rising out of her seat in excitement, a head-cocked glance from Ruby was enough to snap her back to her senses, slamming herself back in her seat guilty. It’s a force of sheer will to not bounce right back out as her red-raw whipped ass blazes with heat as it’s forced to crush against the leather seats. Squeezing her legs together to fight through the pain, she feels an even bigger problem rise. 

"Well, it turned out all right in the end," Weiss said, pressing her hands down in her lap to keep her newest stiffening organ at bay. "I've never felt so powerful. More than worth the degradation, though it's a shame we couldn't have burned the place to the ground as we left."

"A shame! Maybe you'll get revenge some other time, Snow Queen?" Yang laughed, taking a massive bite of the sheet cake with complete disregard for manners. 

"Maybe. I would love to pay my brother a visit once it's all over, and I think I could take him down a peg or two now."

Yang coughed on her cake so hard at that mental image she almost turned blue. 

---

Gladys was taking apart the golden room piece by piece, saving up every drop of that precious silver liquid. How had Ruby done it? It made no sense, every physical law broken effortlessly over her supple thighs. She'd had to give them all they wanted and more. She could only hope they didn't have more demands for her and left her to get back to her job. 

Her guests, yes, about those. She rolled through her cameras, checking in on them and biting back a curse. During that mess, two had gotten out! This was unacceptable. The pair used their powers together to disappear and then tear through the facility like butter, ripping the metal walls right out while Gladys' eyes looked elsewhere.

This was a disaster.

While caring for two fit women with red and blue hair was aesthetically satisfying, they'd been just as much trouble as Weiss, if not worse. Maybe she was better off refining her methods for now. 

Gladys crossed off Lost Victory and Range Master from her list of guests and then, having glimpsed a better way to do things, got to work.