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“MmmMmghh… uughh?”
Darkness was all Weiss Schnee could see. Her mind was a haze of daze, confusion, and disorientation as she was pulled toward consciousness by a sharp, throbbing pain in her head—the worst she had ever felt, as if she’d been struck with a pipe at the base of her skull.
“A-ouch… augh… w-what the—?”
As she regained awareness, her ears detected something that confused her even more: a chorus of screams and moans. Some sounded like cries of pain and agony, making Weiss wonder if she was still trapped in a nightmare. Others, disturbingly, sounded like moans of pleasure, further baffling the runaway heiress.
Despite her exhaustion, Weiss struggled to open her eyes, her eyelids leaden. When she finally succeeded, her vision was blurry. The place was oppressively dark, and it took several seconds for her eyes to adjust. What finally jolted her fully awake was the realization that her arms were stuck.
In an instant, she tried to move them but couldn’t. Her hands flexed freely, yet her arms were completely immobilized in what felt like a firm, sticky substance.
“Huh?!”
Her eyes shot open, now fully alert. She noticed her legs were free, but her dress was torn to shreds, leaving her nearly naked—a deeply embarrassing and vulnerable state. Her gaze darted to her arms, and horror dawned as she saw they were fused to a viscous wall of black substance. Despite its sticky texture, the wall was solid and unyielding, impossible to break free from. She could only wiggle her hands and move her legs.
To make matters worse, Myrtenaster was nowhere to be seen.
“W-where am I? How did I get here?” she asked herself, confusion giving way to fear as she lay trapped and exposed. Her mind strained to remember, but everything was a blurry cloud. She recalled escaping from home, boarding a ship… Grimm… and then nothing. “U-ugh, m-my head,” she muttered, wincing as the throbbing pain made thought difficult.
Slowly, she tried to scan her surroundings as her vision continued to adjust. Her eyes widened, and she nearly gasped in horror as the reality of her location dawned on her.
“O-oh my god…”
She was in an enormous chamber coated in the same sticky black substance. The walls were hexagonal, filled with a black and red material—they looked like honeycombs.
“I-is this a hive?”
But as she looked closer, the moans of horror and pleasure she’d heard earlier took on a new, terrifying context. She saw them now: dozens—no, hundreds—of women pressed against the walls. Some, like her, had only their arms stuck; others had limbs pinned; and still others were almost fully submerged, with only their buttocks exposed. They were all naked, covered in the black substance, and some had grotesquely enlarged bellies.
It didn’t take Weiss long to realize they weren’t alone. The hive’s usual inhabitants were here too: Grimm. More specifically, the bee- or wasp-like Grimm known as Lancers. Dozens flew about, some resting on the walls, others approaching the captive women. From this distance, Weiss couldn’t make out what they were doing, but a cold dread settled in her stomach.
“W-what i-is this?” she whispered, horrified.
A flash of memory struck her: the escape ship had been attacked by Lancers. There were too many. The ship was going down. She remembered hitting a wall, losing consciousness, and then the sensation of being grabbed and lifted into the air… One of the Lancers must have brought her here. And she had no intention of staying to find out why.
“Nnn-nnghh, c-come on! Uughh!” Weiss threw herself against her restraints, using every ounce of strength to break free. For several frantic minutes, she struggled until, exhausted and breathless, she was forced to stop.
“Nnngh, d-damn it…. This doesn’t look good,” she panted, trying to devise another plan. Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by a faint moan beside her.
“H-huh?”
She hadn’t noticed the woman next to her—a fox Faunus, completely naked. Her body was emaciated from malnutrition, weak and covered in strange marks on her abdomen, as if something had stung her repeatedly. Her lips were dry and parted, her gaze empty and lifeless despite her shallow breathing…
“H-hey… are you alright? We’re going to get out of here, okay?” Weiss tried to comfort her, but the girl just lay there, silent and broken—a used doll.
“Hehehe~ so beautiful…”
To her right, another female voice chimed in. Weiss turned to a disturbing sight that delivered a terrifying revelation. A human woman, nearly her sister’s age, was smiling and laughing like a madwoman. Her breasts were overgrown with milk, and two disgusting Grimm larvae—sporting the usual black, white, and red colors—were latched onto her. Several more larvae squirmed around her body.
What nearly made Weiss vomit was the woman’s abdomen. It was bloated and fully pregnant, but the skin twitched and bulged as dozens of larvae moved inside her. The woman simply laughed.
“Hehehe, aren’t they beautiful, my babies~” she cooed, caressing her writhing stomach.
“T-that’s… n-not possible.” Grimm didn’t mate. But the horrifying truth was right before her eyes.
“O-oh my god,” Weiss gasped, fighting the urge to vomit as the full understanding crashed down on her. This was a hive. The breeding ground. These poor women were broodmothers. And if they had brought her here… that meant they intended to use her for the same purpose.
“I-I need to leave. Now,” she whispered urgently, her mind racing. “Think… think, think…”
Unfortunately, her train of thought was cut short when two enormous Lancers suddenly landed close to her, making the heiress jump and let out a scream.
“AH!”
Weiss’s eyes snapped open in horror as she watched the two Grimm-like wasps begin to approach, studying her.
“NO! NO! NO! GET AWAY! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”
With her arms trapped and without her beloved Myrtenaster to fight with, Weiss did the only thing she could: she used her bare feet to kick at the Lancers, trying to push them away, however futile it might be. For a few seconds, her frantic kicking worked, momentarily stunning the two wasps by striking their heads.
“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screamed, kicking as if her life depended on it. But eventually, the Grimm grew tired of her struggles. They quickly got on top of her while Weiss could only struggle in vain.
“NO! NO! NO! GET OFF ME!”
Just as those words left her lips, the two Lancers raised their stingers, aiming them carefully as Weiss could only watch.
“W-WAIT! WAIT A MOMENT—UUUUGH!”
In an instant, an immense groan of pain tore from Weiss’s lips as the Grimm’s stingers pierced her skin—one plunging into her stomach and the other into her shoulder.
“NnnNnnghh! A-AH!”
A wave of immense pain followed the stab, but then, strangely, the pain disappeared. In fact, her body began to relax and go limp, ceasing to respond.
“W-what?”
The only things she could still move slightly were her lips and head.
“W-what is… t-this?” she said weakly, unable to understand her paralysis until she raised her gaze to the retreating Lancers. There, at the tips of their stingers, she could see it: a drop of black substance emerging. 'P-poison?! D-did they paralyze me?! W-why?!'
She thought this as she watched the Grimm move aside, letting the poison take full effect. And soon enough, it did. Weiss couldn’t move or resist anymore. Her body was paralyzed and limp, leaving her completely vulnerable to the Grimm while she could only watch in horror.
“P-please…” she begged weakly, even moving her lips now a task that required too much energy.
The two Lancers that had paralyzed her did nothing more than observe, their mandibles and antennae twitching slightly before they raised their gazes, looking at something Weiss couldn’t see, and then moved aside.
“H-huh?”
Once the two Grimm moved aside, Weiss’s ears caught the sound of enormous wings flapping at tremendous speed. In an instant, the huntress’s mind made the connection, remembering that specific sound from the attack on the ship. Her face twisted in horror, dreading who—or what—was coming.
It descended slowly from the ceiling in front of her, towering over the other Lancers in size and length: the Lancer Queen herself, the one who had kidnapped her and brought her here.
“O-oh god,” she uttered weakly as the enormous Grimm approached the paralyzed human. Its disgusting mouth, with its pair of jaws, twitched as if sniffing her, checking if she was ready.
As the Grimm sniffed her, Weiss watched in terror as, from the tip of the wasp’s abdomen—instead of a stinger like the others—a huge, slimy, thin, and fleshy appendage emerged, beginning to harden.
“N-no… no no no…”
Weiss wasn’t an idiot. She knew very well what that thing was: an ovipositor, an organ females used to lay eggs, and she quickly realized where it planned to lay them.
“W-wait… p-please… n-no, I-I beg you,” Weiss begged weakly, trying in vain to move her body as the Grimm scented her fear. It knew she was ready. Its ovipositor hardened, ready to get to work as it began to position itself.
“N-no… no, please, someone… help…”
Once the Lancer Queen found the perfect position, her ovipositor aligned against Weiss’s pussy, the human could only watch in horror, her body paralyzed and unable to move.
“N-no, p-please don’t do this,” she muttered, but it was all in vain. Her despair only seemed to accentuate the moment as the appendage began to approach her womanhood until finally…
SHUNK
“U-UGHHK! A-AGHH!”
A sharp, intense pain filled Weiss Schnee in a single second. Her eyes flew wide open, her mouth hanging in shocked silence as the ovipositor pushed forward, splitting her entrance and walls, the gigantic reproductive organ brutally destroying her virginity.
“U-UGGH! NNGHH! A-AAAGH!”
Weiss could only groan in agony, tears falling down her cheeks for her innocence, lost to such a monster. The Queen Lancer took in the tightness of her womanhood, testing it, feeling its warmth and space to lay its eggs…
The antennas of the Queen twitched as it felt the tightness of her now-violated pussy. It was too tight… it needed to be expanded. And so, the wasp-like Grimm began to move its appendage.
“UUGGH! A-AGHH! NNGGGH!”
Weiss could only clench her teeth and weep as the Grimm began to ravage her, moving its reproductive organ inside her, pulling out only to push even harder, making her groan in agony as it continued to thrust, molding her to its needs. Her vision blurred from the pain and tears, the sounds of her own agonized groans mixing with the wet, obscene noises of the violation. The two smaller Lancers stood guard, their multifaceted eyes fixated on the proceedings as if learning from their matriarch.
Each brutal thrust from the Queen sent a fresh wave of agony through Weiss’s body, a searing pain that stole her breath and made her paralyzed muscles spasm uselessly against the venom. This wasn’t just a violation; it was a remodeling, a forceful reshaping of her most intimate self into a vessel for its horrific purpose. The sheer psychological weight of it—of being so utterly used and broken—was almost as crushing as the physical torment.
As Weiss continued to endure her punishment, she could only pray this was a nightmare, that she would wake up at Beacon with her friends… that all of this was nothing but a bad dream.
Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat
The Lancer moved faster and faster, trying to mold her pussy as quickly as possible, making Weiss groan and scream even more. It ignored her pleas and cries; its only focus was to expand her enough to take its eggs, to make her another broodmother for the hive… to make her part of the swarm… just like the other girls.
She could only look at her body, her legs shaking violently as she was fucked. Her pale, slender legs trembled uncontrollably, smacking against the sticky resin of the wall with each brutal thrust. Pat… pat… pat… The rhythm was an obscene percussion to her torment, a constant reminder of her helplessness. She could see the muscles in her thighs straining, fighting a doomed battle against the paralysis and the invasive force.
Her gaze drifted past her own violated form to the woman beside her—the one with the dead, empty eyes and the emaciated frame.
Was she going to end up like her?
She asked herself, then looked at the woman on her right, the one with the broken smile, cackling at her belly filled with larvae…
Or perhaps like her? Is this what awaited her?
“N-no,” she thought weakly, trying to keep her mind from breaking, but it was getting harder with each thrust. Each movement inside her felt like it was tearing her apart, both literally and figuratively. The Queen was relentless, its movements growing more forceful, its chitinous legs digging into the resin beside Weiss’s head for better leverage. The air grew thick with the scent of ichor and something sickeningly sweet, like overripe fruit left to rot in the sun. The entire chamber seemed to pulse with a foul, organic rhythm, the very walls breathing with the collective torment of its captives.
“Nnngh… p-please…” she managed to whimper, the sound barely audible over the Queen’s exertions and the wet, rhythmic squelching that filled her ears. The poison had fully taken hold, leaving her a prisoner in her own body, able to feel everything but powerless to do anything but endure.
After what felt like an eternity, the Queen’s frantic movements suddenly stopped. Weiss felt a strange pressure building deep inside her, a profound sense of fullness that went beyond the simple violation she was enduring. The Queen’s antennae twitched erratically, its whole body shuddering in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms. Then, she felt it.
It wasn’t a liquid, but something solid… something with shape… something alive.
Plop… plop… plop…
“U-UGHK! NGHHH! W-WHA—AAAAAAH!”
Weiss began to scream as she felt the Lancer Queen begin to push a thick, circular object straight into her womb, and then another, and another. The eggs were being deposited directly inside her, each one a warm, solid, and disturbingly rounded mass that settled heavily within. She could feel her insides stretching, shifting to accommodate the unholy cargo. The sensation was a perverse mix of deep, abdominal pressure and a sickening, internal rolling as each new egg was pushed into place by the one that followed.
“N-no… n-no… m-make it s-stop…” she sobbed, her mind finally beginning to fracture under the overwhelming horror. This was real. This was happening. She could feel the weight of them, a burgeoning life of a wholly different nature, taking root in the deepest part of her. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the scarring sight of seeing her belly bulge as the eggs were laid inside her.
One by one, the eggs filled her, her once-flat stomach beginning to distend. Her skin, pale and smooth, was stretched taut over the growing mass within, and she could see the faint, dark shapes of the eggs pressing against her from the inside. Her belly was becoming a perfect, taut dome, a grotesque mockery of pregnancy, and all she could do was watch in helpless terror.
Finally, with one last, powerful shudder, the Queen withdrew its ovipositor. It slid out of her with a wet, sucking sound, leaving Weiss feeling achingly empty and horrifyingly full at the same time. A trickle of black fluid and her own blood ran down her inner thigh, a stark reminder of the brutal violation she had just endured. The Queen hovered for a moment, its multifaceted eyes regarding its handiwork with what seemed like satisfaction. Then, with a flick of its enormous wings, it ascended back into the darkness of the hive’s ceiling, leaving the two smaller Lancers to watch over its newest creation.
Weiss lay there, her body trembling with shock and exhaustion, her mind a blank slate of horror. Her belly was a swollen, warm, taut orb resting in her womb.
“O-oh god… e-eggs?” she muttered weakly, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her now-distorted body with disgust. Her mind shifted from her body to her friends, praying they could find her and save her from this nightmare. ‘Ruby… Yang… Blake… anyone… p-please… help me…’ she prayed, a flicker of weak defiance in her broken spirit.
But her hope would be short-lived as one of the Lancers guarding her approached slowly.
“H-huh?”
The Lancer worker flew over her body, and it was there that Weiss saw it—at the tip of its abdomen hung a long, sticky appendage, one that wasn’t an ovipositor but rather a phallic-like organ…
Finally, her mind made the connection, clicking into place with horror. Female insects can’t lay eggs on their own; they need to be fertilized… If the Queen had laid her eggs inside her, then the male was going to… Her heart nearly shattered upon this realization.
“N-no! No no! NO! GET AWAY!” she tried to struggle, but her body remained still, unable to move.
The Lancer landed gently on her distended belly, its sharp claws pricking her skin as it found its footing. The added weight on her swollen abdomen sent a fresh wave of nausea through her. It looked down at her, its head tilting, its antennae twitching as if it could sense the fertile, life-giving warmth radiating from the cluster of eggs nestled within. It was a perfect nursery, and now, it needed to be seeded.
The male Lancer let out a low, chittering buzz, a sound that vibrated through Weiss’s entire body. It positioned itself over her, its hind legs bracing against her thighs, forcing them slightly wider. The phallic appendage, glistening with a slick, dark fluid, pulsed with a life of its own.
“P-please… d-don’t,” Weiss begged, her voice a mere whisper, lost in the cavernous hum of the hive. But the Grimm was beyond hearing, beyond reason. Its sole purpose, programmed into its very being by the malice of Remnant, was to propagate the swarm.
“S-someone… s-save me…” Weiss begged, but nobody would come. This was her home now, and her new duty… She just didn’t realize it yet, but she would in time. After all, learning takes time.
“K-KYAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOO! PLEASE!”
A blood-curdling scream escaped her lips as the Lancer worker thrust into her. Unlike the Queen, who had methodically prepared the nest, the worker thrust violently, like the wild animal it was, pounding the sensitive pussy of the Schnee girl who had lost her virginity only moments before.
“U-UGH! NNGHH! A-AAH! IT HURTS! A-AAH!”
She couldn’t do anything as the Lancer pounded her with its full might. Her pale, slender legs bounced violently with each thrust, and her mind was a storm of horror and agony. Her body was a vessel of pain, and her mind was a prisoner to it. With each thrust, her sanity slipped a little more. The world around her blurred into a nightmarish haze of black and red, the sounds of the hive fading into a distant, muffled roar.
“P-please… s-stop…” she sobbed, her throat raw from screaming. But the Lancer was deaf to her pleas, its movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. She could feel its body tensing, its grip on her thighs tightening, its wings buzzing furiously. The pressure inside her built to an unbearable peak, a sickening, coiling tension that promised a disgusting release.
Then, with a final, brutal thrust, the Lancer shuddered violently. A torrent of hot, thick, dark substance flooded her insides, its Grimm seed shooting straight into her womb to inseminate the eggs and ensure their quick development. The sensation was vile, a searing heat that spread through her like a plague, marking her from the inside out.
The worker Lancer remained on her for a moment, its appendage still buried deep inside her, its body trembling with the aftershocks of its release. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, it withdrew. The appendage slid out with a wet, sucking sound, leaving a trail of dark, viscous fluid that mixed with her own blood and the remnants of the Queen’s fluids.
The Lancer hovered for a moment, its multifaceted eyes regarding its work with what seemed like a cold, insectile satisfaction. Then, with a flick of its wings, it flew away, leaving Weiss alone in the sticky darkness, her body violated and her womb filled with the spawn of her enemies.
“N-no… I’m inseminated?”
Weiss lay there, her body trembling uncontrollably, her mind a shattered mess of pain and despair. Her belly, already distended from the eggs, now felt heavier, warmer, as if a dark fire had been lit within her. She could feel the life inside her, a chorus of tiny, growing horrors that were a part of her now.
“S-someone… p-please save me…”
But just as she thought she could finally get some respite from the nightmare, her mind shattered completely upon seeing not one, but two more Lancers approach her, their phallic members already hard and ready to fill her. After all, one worker Lancer was not enough to inseminate all of the Queen’s eggs…
Weiss nearly wept at the sight of three more wasp-like Grimm surrounding her, with a fourth beginning to climb on top of her, ready to inseminate her…
Her final thoughts, as the last shred of her sanity slipped away, were of her friends waiting for her at Beacon. Three words were all that left her lips as she watched the phallic organ approach her womanhood once more.
“S-someone… p-please… save me…”
Many months later…
News of Weiss Schnee's disappearance had spread like wildfire through Atlas, but no major effort was made to find her due to the current situation, as the kingdom had to prioritize its own defense amidst the chaos. Winter was allowed to search for her sister with a small team, but all they found was the crashed ship she had been in. With no trace of her, they continued the search for some time, but finally, after several months, Weiss Schnee was presumed lost. If she hadn't died in the crash, perhaps she had survived and vanished. Winter prayed her sister was still alive somewhere. The rest of Team RWBY would never reunite with Weiss, believing she was perhaps still in Atlas, unaware of the cruel fate that had befallen her.
"U-ugh… G-ghu… G-ghuck… Gluck… G-ghack…"
Weiss’s eyes were empty of life, her mind having broken long ago, turning into a husk of her former self after months in this place. Her life had been hell from the first day she woke up in the nest.
On that first day, she was violated by dozens of Lancers until she was finally knocked unconscious. Pinned to the wall, she couldn't break free. To ensure she didn't regain her strength, the Lancers would periodically sting her with their neurotoxin, keeping her paralyzed and preventing her death. Every day, a Grimm Lancer would force her to feed on a disgusting, viscous substance that made her want to vomit, but the Grimm weren't stupid—they gave her only enough to keep her alive and nourish the young growing inside her.
As the weeks passed, her body rapidly began to change. Her breasts grew larger and began to release milk, and her belly swelled, constantly shifting. She could feel the eggs inside her moving, waiting for the moment they would finally emerge.
That day didn’t take long to arrive, because unlike human gestation, Grimm eggs took only four weeks to develop. What followed was an agonizing day of giving birth to dozens of larvae, one after another—sometimes more than one at a time. Despite being small compared to their larger parents, it was the most excruciating pain she had ever known, an endless procession until finally her belly thinned and was teeming with her "babies"—Grimm larvae that would one day grow into Lancers, perhaps even Lancer Queens. Weiss could only stare at the monsters that had emerged from her body with an empty gaze, her mind utterly hollow.
The entire being once known as Weiss Schnee could only watch the disgusting creatures crawling all over her body, some even nibbling at her nipples, trying to suck her milk. Of course, giving birth to a total of thirty larvae wasn't enough, because the very next day, the Queen returned, ready to fill her with eggs again, restarting the cycle over and over.
After a while, once they realized Weiss was completely broken, they stopped stinging her. Now, sometimes, Lancers would approach her to mate—not for reproduction, but just for the sake of it… like now, for example.
"Ghack… ghuck… gluck… ghack…"
Weiss wouldn't resist, her mouth ravaged by a Grimm Lancer, letting it take her, use her mouth without a care in the world while her belly was full with a new batch of larvae ready to be born any second. Nothing mattered to her anymore, because no matter what she once was, her only purpose now was to be impregnated and give birth to more Grimm so that the hive could grow.
This was her home.
And so, the hive gained itself a new Broodmother.