Poll Winner: Forever His Ruby (RWBY)

RWBY: Ruby was captured by Salem and turned into a Grimm-human hybrid. She was thrown at her boyfriend, Jaune Arc, but rather than kill him, their love becomes her salvation. Jaune Arc has to tame the beast... with romance and passion. Inspired: Monster Girl, Romance, Dom/sub

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Jaune ran forward, cutting down the Grimm that stood between him and Ruby.

He felt anger. He felt rage. He felt his blood boil as he ran, feet slamming against the flesh floor under his feet. The amount of times he was this angry could be counted on one hand, with one moment standing out amongst all the others. His confrontation with Cinder during the battle in Mistal…

That anger was because of Pyrrha, and everything else they had lost in the Fall of Beacon, but this was about one person. His one. Ruby Rose, the woman he loved more than life itself.

The war against Salem was in its third year. They weren’t kids anymore, but that didn’t really feel like it changed anything. They were still scared, still out of their depths, still waging a war against an immortal monster.

They had lost good friends to this war, but the thought of losing Ruby…

He took the aching in his chest and he put it all in his next swing, bisecting another Grimm.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Ruby and Weiss were supposed to help a supply transport through a low-risk area. Jaune still remembered the kiss Ruby left him, before she turned and walked away. Still remember her smiling face. Still remember her calling out for help a few days later.

Weiss was left in critical condition. Ruby was missing.

But she wasn’t dead. Jaune wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. His girlfriend was alive, and she had been Salem’s prisoner for over a week now.

Jaune took the guilt gnawing away at his chest, and put it behind his shield, letting it cave in the skull of another Grimm as he ran forward.

Ten days as Salem’s prisoner. Emerald had put them on the path to save her. He just wished it wasn’t too late.

He felt his jaw clench as his pace picked up. Nora and Ren called out to him, telling him to slow down as Jaune drove his sword through the head of another Grimm. He saw two more stationed at a nearby door, standing guard.

He set them up for Nora and Ren to take down, before he slammed his body through the doors made of bone. They shattered against the weight of his amored body as he hit the ground.

“Jaune!” His friends cried out for him, and he turned his head to watch the doors repair themselves too quickly for Nora and Ren to follow. No, they were growing. Doors made of bone fused together, becoming one white wall as Jaune’s eyes widened.

He could hear Nora’s hammer slamming against the wall, but it was barely budging.

They were separated. It was a trap, and he practically threw himself into Salem’s clutches. He knew this was too easy, he knew it was dangerous, but Jaune couldn’t wait and his friends were practically tied to him with a noose.

He fell, and did they.

“Guys!” He picked up his sword, aiming it at the wall, before a voice called out to him.

“Hello.”

He stopped. That voice. He knew it, but every time he heard it, it was just like the first. The feeling of cold knives along his spine, dragging along his pale, sweaty skin. His heart pounding in his throat. That warmth breath of her voice against his ear, despite being several feet away.

Jaune turned around, shield and sword raised to face Salem… Except it wasn’t her.

He almost wished it was.

Jaune saw Ruby stepping forward, out of the shadows with a wide, toothy smile. A long, slender tongue slipped out of her mouth, licking those razor sharp teeth as Jaune felt tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

“Ruby?” he whispered, watching the figure step forward.

Her skin was white as bone. Her hair was still the dark shade of red he remembered, but it was messy, pointed in different directions, forced to make room for the two horns protruding from her scalp. Her fingers, once soft and round, ended in sharp claws, stained red at the tips. Cracks of ebony centered around her eyes and down each limb of her body, like long rivers of black ink.

“What’s wrong, darling? Something wrong?” her voice teased, but it wasn’t Ruby speaking. It was Salem’s.

“What did you do to her?!” he roared, and Ruby’s face looked down at him in disgust.

“I turned Summer’s spawn into my own. A parody of the gods’ work, remade into something easier for me to mold,” she smiled.

“Change her back! Now!” Jaune demanded, aiming his sword at the copy of Ruby, making her laugh with a twisted mix of Ruby and Salem’s voices.

“Oh, please. A threat to you is nothing to me, and we both know that.” Ruby stopped, staring at her long, bloody nails with a hint of amusement. “In a way, I pity you. I know what it’s like to love someone, only for them to betray you. It hurts. Part of me wants young Ruby to give you a quick death.”

Those eyes smiled at him one last time, before they changed from red to silver.

“I suppose I’ll leave that up to her.”

Somehow, despite everything he had seen and heard, this was the worst part.

Jaune stared into Ruby’s eyes, and he still saw the silver in them, but they were puddles in oceans of black. He could see his rose in them, but they were corrupted, twisted into a sick parody of the woman he loved.

For a moment, he saw shock. Pain. Guilt. Then anger burned it all away and Ruby ran at him on all four, howling like a mad beast.

Her claws struck his shield, knocking it out of his hand, before her claws nearly dug into his neck.

“Ruby! Ruby, stop! It’s me!”

She swung her hand at him again, and he had no choice but to use his sword to try and redirect her attack. It barely missed him as his weapon cut her clothes, revealing pale, white arms with cracks outlining her joints.

She snarled, opening her mouth to reveal her shape canines, before they snapped at the air and she struck again, slashing at the leather braces that held his chestplate in place.

He pulled away, barely escaping her as she gave chase. She was fast. Too fast for him. He fell to the ground, clutching his sword tightly as he watched her pause. He watched as something slithered out from behind her. A long, sharp tail, made of the mangled remains of Crescent Rose. The blade waved back and forth, shining in the dim light of the flesh chamber.

000

It was like fading in and out of sleep. Ruby just wasn’t sure what was real and what was the nightmare.

She remembered pain. So much pain. Her flesh remade, her bone broken and reshaped, and her mind… a toy for Salem to push to her brink.

Did her mother go through something similar? This searing fire in her veins, these needles in her spine? Ruby didn’t want to know.

She watched her body attack Jaune, brief flashes of violence as she screamed out for her boyfriend.

Stop, she begged her body. Don’t. Stop.

She felt her body slow as her sharp tail stabbed the ground by Jaune, stabbing right through his shirt.

Ruby told herself to focus. To muster up what remained of her will after all this torture and pain. She screamed and howled, because this was all she had left, and if she couldn’t stop herself, it wouldn’t just be Jaune who died.

“J-jah…” Her palm slammed him into the wall as her eyes stared into his. “Ja...Jaah!”

“R-Ruby,” he groaned, grabbing her cold arm with one hand as the other held back her snapping teeth. “Ruby, stop.”

She wanted to tell him she was trying. All that came out was slobber and snarling.

“I… I love you.”

And she loved him… and she focused all her heart and mind on that love, begging her body to stop.

“Ha...ha...halp,” she hissed through razor teeth.

“I want to, Ruby. Just tell me how.” Her other hand roze up to tear out his throat, but instead it clutched her head as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. He seemed to see something in her, the last remnants of herself, and he smiled through her claws digging into his chest. “Come on, Crater Face. It’s me.”

The first time they met. Focus on that. The last thing she said. The night she confessed. The love they made.

Her foot slid back, and she leaned away from Jaune.

000

There was confusion in Ruby’s eyes. Through the anger and animalistic hunger, he saw it. She blinked, glancing down at his feet, before staring at Jaune. He stared back, not breaking eye contact, wanting her to see the man she loved.

“I love you, Ruby. You mean the world to me. Do you remember what I said when I told you how I felt? We were by a lake, and I held you in my arms, and I told you that I’ve fallen for you, that you meant so much to me, t-that I wanted to have a life with you after this war! Do you remember that?”

“R-reh…” She growled out the words, before her hand lifted off of him, both now holding her head. “Remem….bur.”

“We kissed. We uh… We-” Jaune gulped.

They made love the night they confessed their feelings to one another. That memory flashed through his head as part of him stared at Ruby’s body. Her clothes clung to her skin, but looking at her now, they were torn, nearly tatters.

Salem hadn’t meant for it, he hoped, but he could almost see her nipples through her clothes. It was the first time he broke eye contact with her, and she seemed to notice.

“Love.” She placed a hand on her chest, over her heart. “We… we love…What…?”

“Y-yeah. We made love,” he confessed, a blush on his face as her silver eyes stared at him. “I-it was both of our first times. Um, I didn’t have a condom, and I joked and said, ‘Don’t worry. I’m wearing armor.’”

She snorted. Tears fell from her eyes as she laughed, clawed feet scratching at the ground.

“You laughed so hard when I said that,” he chuckled, and a hoarse giggle escaped from her maw.

000

She did remember that joke. She laughed so hard. She focused on that night, begging her body to stop, to just… think. Her eyes didn’t blink. Her fingers twitched, ready for blood. It was like she was wrestling with an entirely different personality, fighting to keep herself from hurting Jaune.

Her body craved blood, but her mind focused on that night, fighting to steer it away from hurting her boyfriend.

Her body obeyed, lunging forward, tackling Jaune against the wall and pressing her lips against his.

The night they confessed, Ruby had done the same thing, pinning Jaune to a tree as her small body pressed against his, their lips meeting in their first kiss.

The kiss was broken in a few moments, and their eyes met once more as Jaune’s jaw hung low. He blinked, before Ruby sank her clothes into his clothes and tore his hoodie apart. It fell onto the ground like shreds of paper as her fingers gently stroked his chest, a coo of approval escaping her throat.

This was… not what Ruby meant, but it was better than killing him. Anything was better than that, so she focused, pressing her body forward down this… path.

“Help… me,” she growled. “Help me… remember.”

And how was he supposed to do that? Her hand slid down his body, towards his crotch as Jaune felt his cheeks turn hot.

Oh, this was fucking nuts.

She tilted her head, blinking. Her hand gently touched his crotch, feeling how soft he was, and a rumble erupted from her throat. Jaune gulped, wondering if his life was really about to come down to whether or not he could get a boner.

“We kissed, remember? We made out?” Jaune placed his hands on Ruby’s horns, and she rose up, standing on the tips of her toes as she blinked. Then she kissed him, their lips meeting once more as Ruby pressed her body against his.

He could feel her breasts pushing against him as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her. The kiss was almost bruising as his hands mimicked that night, moving down to squeeze Ruby’s round butt.

She squeaked against him, before she let out another laugh. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, just like it did that night, and her fingers slid along his chest. This time he felt the sharp tips of her claws against his skin, but he still held her tight, finally able to kiss her, after all this time.

Her tongue was longer, a fact that was very apparent as they continued to kiss. He didn’t mind much, just holding her in her arms as his tongue danced with hers. The kiss broke between them as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, moaning as she felt something hard press against her body.

They pulled apart and she looked down, staring at the tent he was sporting between his legs. Her hand moved down to greet it, pausing only when the sharp tips gleamed in the light.

“I’m not going to break it, am I?” She asked that same question that night, and she was even more careful with it as she pressed the palm of her hand against his penis, gently pushing it down, before watching it bob back up.

His pants came down, and he watched his cock pop free. It nearly smacked Ruby’s face as she gasped, staring at the beast. She licked her lips, eyes gleaming as she suddenly jumped up. Jaune shouted out in shock, catching her on reflex as his hands laid on her ass, gently digging into the tattered remains of her skirt.

Her legs wrapped around him, same as her arms. She leaned in close, lips inches apart as Jaune felt her tail gently rubbing against his leg. Each of his legs trembled slightly from the sudden extra weight as Jaune remembered just what happened next.

His eyes stared into Ruby’s, sending a tremble down her spine. Her tail rose up, just to snip the remains of her panties off, before carefully moving the cloth aside. She pressed the head of his dick against her, moaning at the sensation of their naked bodies against the other.

“I love you, Ruby,” he whispered, before he pushed his cock into her and her eyes widened.

That night, Ruby had been so forward, so eager to make love to her boyfriend. Now the shoe was on the other foot as Jaune began to fuck her, showing her that he could be the one leading the two.

Ruby’s hands dug into his back as she whimpered, feeling his cock slipping into her once more. It was a perfect fit, just like it had always been, and her long tail wrapped around their bodies, letting the entire length fill her.

She was his cock sheathe, she reminded herself. She was his, and she loved it. The feeling of his dick impaling her, pounding away at her body. She felt his precum dripping inside of her, smearing along the walls of her pussy as she moaned and panted.

This all felt so familiar. She moved her head down, kissing his neck, dragging her tongue along the sides as she panted and moaned. He could feel her teeth gently scratching as his bare skin as his voice whispered into her ear.

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“I love you, Ruby. I’ve always loved you. And I want you, forever. I want your body against mine.” Her breasts smacked against his chest, nipples dragging along his skin. “I want you to make a family with you.” His balls smacked against her pussy, reminding it of the shape and length of his flesh.

“I want you. I love you. I won’t let anything keep us apart.”

Her claws dug in deeper, blood dripping from broken flesh as he kept pounding away at her, fucking her hard enough to make her body quiver as she mewled. Her voice was high pitched, little whimpers of ecstasy as her mouth continued to leave marks on his skin.

“Jaune,” she whined, legs tightening around him, milking him for more of his nectar. “I’m a monster.” Her voice cried as tears fell down her face, and he saw a glimpse of the woman he had fallen for.

“Not to me. I love you, Ruby.” He felt her horn rubbing against his cheek as he carefully nuzzled against her. “Cum for me.”

He ordered her, just like he did that night, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she came to a body-shaking orgasm. Her entire body trembled against him, pussy tightening around his shaft as their bodies fell to the ground.

Her tail was coiled around them both, leaving Jaune with no choice as he fired his load of cum into her, letting it coat the inside of her pussy and womb. The loving couple clung to one another as her quiet voice whispered into his ear.

“Jaune… I’m sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay, Ruby. It’s okay,” he repeated. “I’ve got you… Always.”

He could hear the walls breaking down. Nora and Ren ran through the hole together, and Jaune felt his cheeks turn hot. Shame and embarrassment went down his neck as he gulped.

Jaune would probably never live this down, but he was just happy to have Ruby back, and he knew she felt the same way as she wiped her tears against his skin…

“I love you, Jaune,” she whispered, her voice and body hers and hers alone.