Spreading Unkindness (Weiss to Raven FTF Commission)

When Weiss Schnee had managed to escape from the grip of her family and Atlas, she hoped that the misfortune and bad luck that had plagued her ever since the end of the Vytal Festival had been left behind, lost in her family's manor along with the less than pleasant memories of her past.

Now that she was locked in a bandit camp, at the mercy of mercenaries who wanted to contact the same family she had risked everything to get away from for quick money, she realised that was a rather naive hope to begin with. She sighed to herself in her wooden cage, focusing on her summon as it slowly attempted to cut through the rope trying her wrists together, but finding herself at a loss for what she could do afterwards. She'd never been to Mistral before, and from the brief looks she had taken, it was nothing but forest for miles!

There was also the matter of what she would do once they realised she escaped to consider. Every bandit in the camp would be after her then. Would she be able to get away from them all? She didn't even know where they had stashed away her sword, or if she could take it without anybody noticing...

Her concerns fell to the wayside as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, her summon vanishing as Weiss glared up at her jailer, the tanned woman looking equally displeased to see her as she slid her key into the cage and threw open the door.

"Get up, Schnee. The boss wants a word with you," she spat, Weiss stumbling to her feet.

"W-whatever she wants to say, she can tell me out here!" Weiss tried to gain some kind of control of the situation as she internally panicked; had she missed her one chance to escape?

"You really think you get to choose what Raven does, princess? Besides, she wants to see you privately. She won't even tell me what she wants," Vernal answered with a roll of her eyes, freeing Weiss from the rope that was restraining her. 

Weiss blinked in shock, nerves creeping in at the thought of the bandit's mysterious leader. She'd only seen a few glimpses of her, but that was enough to put her every instinct on edge, the aura of danger she produced enough to make her want to stay as far away from her as she could.

What on Remnant did she want with her? Was it worth making a run for it now? Weiss's mind was filled with questions as she blinked dumbly, in the end giving a silent nod as she took a step towards the door.

"Hold it!" Vernal barked, suddenly throwing a bundle of clothes she had been keeping under her arms at Weiss, who barely managed to catch them in time.

It was a nightgown, made of a soft, surprisingly high quality silk, paired with a beaded necklace. "Why did you-"

"She wants you to wear it."

"I-I beg your pardon!?" Weiss flushed. "This is clearly too big for me! Suggesting I wear it is simply-"

"How many times do we need to tell you this?" Vernal snarled, "Raven makes the rules here. If she says you wear this when meeting her, you wear it when meeting her! Besides, what are you worried about? The entire camp has already noticed your lack of tits even without you wearing that."

"H-how dare-!" she snapped before pausing at the barely contained fury on her jailer's face, taking a deep breath as she processed that as absurd as the request was, she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. "I... fine. Could you at least look away?"

"Ugh, if it gets you out of my hair, then fine!" Vernal turned on the spot, making sure to fill the doorway in case Weiss had any ideas of running for it. "Just hurry up!"

The girl sighed as she began to strip, left alone with her thoughts as she began to dread whatever fate awaited her in the leader's tent...

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Weiss shuddered as she gingerly entered the tent, instinctively tying the sash on her nightgown tighter, which despite her best efforts still felt like it was too big for her lithe frame. One wrong move and the whole thing was sure to fall off!

The tent was nice enough she supposed; there was a queen sized bed, a few spoils from past battles and even a small table. At the head of it sat the woman Weiss had been so afraid to see face to face. Raven was dressed in an identical nightgown, her wild black hair flowing behind her, her red eyes glaring at Weiss intensely, like she was sizing up her next meal.

"There you are. I've been waiting. You look... nice." The fact that the woman was trying to complement her only sent Weiss more on edge, what was her game here?

"It's not like I had much of a choice! Your lap dogs out there would have killed me if I didn't come here! I even had to put on this ridiculous outfit!" She flushed, crossing her arms over the cleavage window. "W-What do you want?"

"Just to talk," Raven replied, taking a sip of some tea as she gestured to the chair next to her. "Take a seat. There's better places to chat than the doorway."

Despite her internal protests, Weiss did as her captor said, walking up to the chair and sitting down, giving a small shudder just from the presence of the woman next to her. She knew nothing about her. Not her age, her goals, only her name, and the respect she demanded from the tribe she ruled over.

The moment of silence felt like it stretched for an eternity, every one of Weiss's instincts focused on keeping the front that she wasn't intimidated in the slightest, a front that, just like her clothes, felt like it would slip away at a moment's notice.

"Tea?" Raven at last spoke, Weiss looking down at the fresh cup before her. "I assure you it isn't poisoned."

"Am I supposed to trust your word?" she snapped back, "how am I supposed to trust anything you say!?"

"Please girl. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead," Raven rolled her eyes. "You're more useful to me alive. Stop wasting both of our time and drink."

Despite her tone, Weiss could feel the danger behind Raven's words and took a big sip of the tea. "I-It's nice. Now are you going to explain what it is you want from me?"

"I was just curious," Raven answered, the ghost of a smirk on her face as she leaned back in her seat, "why a prissy rich girl decided to run away from home?"

"Why do you care?" Weiss shuddered, her unease growing as she wished she could run away. Even when they were both sat down, Weiss still felt as if Raven's 6'0" frame towered over her tiny 4'11" form. "Besides, isn't it obvious? You should know my family aren't exactly angels!"

"Of course. But I find it just so... silly, that you thought you had a group of friends to come back too. Team RWBY is no more, all its members scattered, so what did you expect to find?"

"That's- they wouldn't just leave each other!" Weiss got to her feet, another realisation making her stomach churn. "H-How did you know what team I'm in?"

"Oh, I like to keep an eye on my daughter from time to time. In case she needed her one favour. She did, by the way. Pity about the arm."

Weiss gaped in shock; this woman was Yang's mom!? She'd heard Yang talk about her biological mother before, and now that she had another look at Raven with this knowledge, the resemblance was uncanny. "W-Well that doesn't matter! Stop telling me lies! Why don't you just tell me w-why you really- ahhhhhhhh~!"

She froze, the girl shuddering in shock as she realised an aroused, blissful moan had just slipped from her lips.

Raven smirked.

"There we are~."

"W-what do you mean!?" Weiss gasped, strange, almost pleasant sensations growing stronger in her core. "Y-You did poison me after all, didn't you?! I can't believe I was- GAHHHHHH~!?"

She squealed this time, the feeling in her core flowing through her with an intense pulse. Her face turned beet red as she gasped and shuddered, her fists clenching and unclenching rapidly, her hairs standing on end. "W-Whattttttt- whatttttt’s happening to mEEEEEEE~!?!?!?!"

Raven didn't answer, taking another sip of her tea as Weiss found herself flooded with the most intense sensations she had ever felt. She was moaning and gasping, so overwhelmed with ecstasy that she had no way of noticing the tips of her hair turning black. What she did notice was her legs, every inch of them lighting up with unfiltered bliss as the muscle from her limited combat training tingled before swelling outwards with a meaty BURST.

Weiss wailed, her eyes unfocused as her leg strength was supercharged, the muscle going from the level of a trainee to a professional huntress in a matter of seconds. But her legs weren't just swelling, they were stretching too, the girl's head spinning from vertigo as her height shot up like a beanstalk, her days of being short over as the now 6'0" woman gasped in conflicted euphoria.

It was then Raven got to her feet with a smile, staring directly into Weiss's eyes, sparing a look at the heiress's new legs, no longer concealed by the gown but on full display. "That's better, I much prefer talking eye to eye~."

"S-sssssssshutttttttttt upppppp~!" Weiss moaned, "w-what's- what's happeninggggggggg~!?"

Raven took a moment to stare at the girl, watching as the jet black washed through the striking signs of Schnee heritage with strands of Branwen ancestry. She smiled, leaning in close to the conflicted Weiss, gently untying her hair from its ponytail, the Schnee gasping out a moan as the action prompted the new colour to sweep over every lock at once, her once straight hair let loose into a wild black mane.

"Shut up. I'm helping you. You were chasing ghosts, an old life that no longer exists. You hadn't realised what you should have been doing," Raven explained, watching Weiss trying to put on an expression of hate, the effect lessened by the growing wet stain in the nightgown’s crotch area. "You need to let go of the past. Accept that it's holding you back. So I decided to give you a push in the right direction. After all, I see a lot of myself in you Weiss. Literally~."

The realisation of what was happening to her hit her like an Ursa, Weiss gasping as she stared into Raven's unflinching glare, her blood red eyes imprinting into her blue iris as her face cracked and shifted to match

She couldn't see it, but she could feel every little shift and adjustment, the way her scar healed, her cheekbones dipping inwards as her pores deteriorated, age lines and crows feet forming as her new features were marked by time's cruel touch. It wasn't long until Raven was staring at an exact copy of her face, albeit one that was twisted in a very unRaven-like expression.

Indeed, as horrified Weiss was, she was equally as focused on moaning and shuddering, feeling her body torn through the ravages of time, her skin turning rougher, scars from old battles forming, even certain lower regions loosening from past flings. In seconds she wasn't even a teenager anymore, her twenties a distant memory, her thirties wishful thinking, Weiss not even knowing how old she was as she felt her new face in terror.

"Not that I blame you. You were young and foolish. But you've stumbled into the real world Schnee. So be thankful I've taken pity to help you grow into a woman who can handle it~"

She couldn't help but moan, the changes washing over her too fast, and feeling far too good for what was happening to her. S-she'd just lost years of her life! The insane woman in front of her was turning her into a copy of herself! She was turning into Yang's mom for god’s sake! But all she could do was moan and coo, her legs shuddering as the wonderful addictive pleasure dribbled down her veins.

Weiss broke out of the daze as best she could, mustering all she could to feel the logical reaction of fear and fury. "S-STOP IT! I don't w-want to be you! I-I'm a schoolgirl and I don't care how good it feels! Stop messing with my head!"

"But I'm not doing anything to your head. You just don't want to admit that I'm right. You were a poor girl chasing the ghost of a team that abandoned her. You owe nothing to them. To anyone. All you need is power~," she whispered, then to enhance her point, her hands slid behind the other woman's back and gave an approving squeeze of her rear.

"Oh. OH! OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK~!!!!!!! P-POWERRRRR~?!?!?!?!?" she wailed, Raven's action giving her flat rear permission to be upgraded, the unassuming thing exploding outwards with a meaty BWOOMPH! Soon Raven had her hands full of thick mom fat, her fingers digging deep into Weiss’s thick ass that now completely outlined the gown, the woman's vision spinning as she came constantly from the pleasure, gurgling in confused bliss.

"Yes. Power. Being me gives you power. Your old life is a waste, Schnee. Tied to a family that you hate. A team who left you. Wishing you had the choice to live your own life unburdened by the will of others. So stop wasting our time and accept this as the gift it is!"

Her words grabbed Weiss's psyche and refused to let go. She gasped from the feeling, the muscles in her arms bulging from years of combat. Was she right? Weiss had always wished she wasn't part of her awful family, and her team being no more meant there was nowhere else to go... and if she wanted to get stronger, her team would only hold her back.

Her old self was fading like a dream, that life still present but fading to the back of her mind. Her time at Beacon was becoming a nice but distant memory as her personality hardened and reformed from the paradoxically new but past experiences. It was then she realised her age. She was forty-five, her mom's senior. The thought should have horrified her. 

So why was she the horniest she’d ever felt?

"I-I?" she stammered in Raven's voice, thinking Raven's thoughts, lusting and begging for more of Raven's body, "I-I'm s-strong? P-pohhhhhhhhwerfulllll? B-better~? Your l-life... my life is... mine?"

"You already know the answers dear, but if I must spell it out… You're becoming better. You're becoming everything you ever wanted and more. You're becoming Raven. You’re becoming me~." She smirked, her hands wandering to the woman's thighs, eagerly digging her hands into them. "So leave those disappointments behind and join me in the real world."

The old Weiss would have barked at her for daring to call her friends weak. But now she barely batted an eye. She wasn't wrong, was she? That team had lost again and again. She could go back and stop this sure but... go back to them? That disappointment of a daughter? Being that disappointment of a Schnee when she could be Raven? She wanted to be strong, but she could only be strong by rejecting the old, burying it away, accepting the new and letting it twist her into something greater than her previous self ever could be!

The answer was simple and obvious, Raven accepting her new self with a roar of bliss as her thighs swelled dramatically, the changes only accelerating as the former Schnee let in the woman she was becoming with open arms.

In seconds she had gone from stubbornly holding onto the old to discarding it like the trash it was, letting Raven wash over her as she sensually squished her new perfectly thick thighs together, drooling all the way. The original felt her heart swell with pride at the sight, smirking as the woman before her embraced the power that was now rightfully hers.

"Yes. Let it go! Let it all go!" Raven urged, pressing directly against the other woman, her knee raised and grinding into her crotch, the forming Branwen moaning in bliss from the action. "You see the power now, don't you? Let more of it in! Grow out of that prissy brat forever!"

Not only was she grinding her knee between her legs, but the two women were also grinding their chests together, the simple action prompting the final physical change, the new Raven's flat chest that had been shown off so well by the gown at last getting its much needed upgrade. She could feel the pressure building, meaty BWOOMPS echoing through her body as fat built up behind her nipples, the new Raven gasping and grinding in growing intensity from the raw rising pleasure.

Bigger and bigger her boobs grew, unassuming A's rising to bouncy B's before bursting out into DD’s, a set of fat tits identical to the pair that belonged to the woman before her. With that she was complete, every inch of the girl having been remoulded into an exact copy of the mature milf before her, and the woman she became utterly adored it.

There was no love lost with a team she could hardly recall, a team from longer ago only slightly more important. Now, only two things mattered to the new her. The tribe and herself. She was ecstatic to be free from it all, from a family she hated, and a life she could never control. Now that she had a new life, she was hardly ever going to think back to those days again.

She came at the realisation, the forty-five year old woman screaming in pure euphoria as she processed everything that had been given to her, the loss of years of her life barely being considered as a negative when it brought with it experience and power beyond anything her old self had dreamed.

The orgasm was so intense that she fell to the floor, groaning and shuddering as the aftershocks of the transformation rushed through her body. Raven took her a moment to recover from the pleasure as she gasped and shuddered from delight, the original Raven eagerly drinking in the sight of her perfectly curved form as she looked down at her work.

“Fuck. That felt gooddddddddd~," she moaned. "You should have told me being you felt this amazing..."

"Why waste my time talking when I could just show you?"

"True. Wasting time with a brat like her would have been annoying. The tribe's hidden enough bodies around here lately anyways," the new Raven commented as she began to regain her composure. She effortlessly recalled the new memories as if they were her own, which for all intents and purposes, they were.

"That's why this was more useful for us. Now the tribe has two leaders, able to lead it through whatever hardships come our way."

"Of course. There's only one thing I want to know though... which of us is stronger?" The new Raven gave a terrible smirk, suddenly grabbing the original and pulling her to the floor as their lips locked. It wasn’t long until they were both engaging in a battle for dominance all across the tent to see who was truly the strongest between them...

And when dawn rose, the bandit tribe would be formally introduced to their new joint leadership, a pair that would lead them all into a far greater future~.