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The Queen of Grimm, Salem, was working hard to achieve her evil schemes. She wiped sweat gathering on her immortal forehead. This had been a serious undertaking and took a lot of concentration and mental fortitude. Creating this new Grimm had even broken one of her spawning pools, but it was worth it. Salem beamed.
“My baby! My son! My beautiful destroyer!”
She clasped her hands together like proud mom, looking up to the giant monstrosity. It stood there, silent, hulking, like a mountain of dread, plotting out the eerie moonlight that basked Salem’s lands.
Qrow had once said that Salem makes things that are “fear”. Even other Grimm felt awed when they peered at this true alpha, when it stood there, oppressive and imposing.
Salem had created a new Grimm, a true Alpha (chad). The Colossal Goliath! Like a Goliath, but… colossal. Salem didn’t bother herself with the little fact that this new model looked pretty much like older mammoth type Grimm, expect way bigger and meaner. What mattered was inside.
She had found a way to make it sturdier, smarter, bestowed upon it mind and even speech (to mock the enemies it will be trampling upon), a personality. Way more than just shoving some poor Silver Eyed shmuck in it, this was pinnacle of Grimm Crafting!
All to demoralize dear Ozpin. She will show her ex-husband the true dread!
Even if it did cost her one spawning pool… Just maybe it was not a good idea to try this too often. Oh well, right now it was time to test this new creation out.
Salem rubbed her hands with glee.
And now, it was time to sic it onto that “small and honest soul” Ozpin always kept going on and on about.
[….]
“Whoa,” cried out brave huntress Ruby Rose, seeing the mountain like thing stomp towards her. “Take that!”
Silver Eyes blazed, area was illuminated and Grimm engulfed. Ruby blinked her eyes, ready to see a colossus encased in rock. Or at least struggling while stuck in partial rock, so they’d have better chance to take it out. Instead she witnessed terrifying sight of colossal Grimm completely fine… expect it had landed on its back, thick legs waving towards sky and writhing in what seemed to be pure sheer agony.
“Uh, it’s kinda immune…,” Ruby pondered, gnawing her lip in worry. A habit that Weiss Schnee had grown to like, despite her loud protests about anything Ruby related.
“Ruby, it’s still in agony, so we could…”
“Yes, harder, mommy!”
Ruby and Weiss stopped, both blinking, when huge Grimm kept writhing on ground.
“Uh… sorry…?” Ruby more said than asked.
Weiss meanwhile stared at the abomination with utmost horror.
“I’ll just… one more time,” Ruby said and blared her Grimm slaying eyes.
Silver light engulfed the area and when it receded…
“AAAAH! SO GOOD, MOMMY! YES, MAKE IT HURT!”
Ruby blinked, then took a deep breath. This is fine. She has her emotional support Weiss, she has her sweetheart Crescent Rose. She can do this.
Ruby exhaled.
“Why aren’t you stone!? Why do you speak!? And what are you even… speaking!?”
Grimm put a stop to its… agonized…?...moaning to reply in what sounded quite rich and cultured voice.
“Well, it comes to petrification aspect of your power, Silver Eyed Huntress, then I might say that I am rather.. rock hard right now.”
“Eww,” was all Ruby could say.
Pointing Myrtenaster at the colossus, still lying on its back, and pushing Ruby behind herself was Weiss’ silent reaction. Fury in her eyes, mouth sealed shut from sheer rage of this… thing… daring to even talk about such matters in the earshot of her beloved partner!
“Let us not get hasty. I am still a Grimm, so I do lack reproductive system. Yet, I seem to have developed what your kind calls a “fetish”,” continued the giant, peering at them with one red eye.
“Now, could you hit me one more time with that delectable power, my lady?”
Ruby stared at it.
“I believe we could come to mutually beneficial agreement,” Grimm offered, waving it’s huge feet weakly, like some demented puppy.
Silence fell on them while Weiss ran dozens of scenarios in her head and couldn’t find a solution to the complete and utter bullshit they were facing right now. She was snapped out of her worried mindset when strong small hand gripped her shoulder.
“Ruby…?”
Her partner and team leader stepped past Weiss, eyes narrowed.
“What do we get if I zap you again?”
Weiss almost gasped at Ruby negotiating with colossal Grimm that dwarfed those they had seen so far. But one glance at the bizarre Grimm silenced her. The thing seemed to be pondering as well. It then made its conditions known.
Having heard them, Ruby’s eyes flared, even harder than before. Silver light hit even brighter and harder than before.
“OH FUCK YES, THAT’S THE SHIT, MOMMY!”
[…..]
“Onward, my trusty steed,” Ruby cheered, pointing finger towards next Grimm pack. The Colossus under them let out loud noise that sounded like elephant trunk getting blown mixed with car honking.
“I listen and obey! Give me more of that sweet agony, my lady!!”
When it’s giant legs crushed another group of ordinary Goliaths, Weiss sighed, hand still in Ruby’s grip.
“I don’t even know what is going on with my life. You made us fly a Nevermore during Initiation and now this…,” white haired girl shook her head with rueful smile.
“It’s fine, Weiss! This is the best honeymoon vehicle we could have rented,” Ruby beamed at her.
“H-h-honeymoon…!? Wait, when did we get to that part!? Ruby!?”
Red cloaked girl giggled and pulled Weiss tight into her embrace, giving her a quick kiss that left Atlesian girl blinking with silly blank expression.
“Now those Beowulfs over there and I’ll zap you again, big guy!”
“I LISTEN AND OBEY, MISTRESS!”
Salem had crafted a perfect Grimm, so full of human nature that it had become a gentleman. And masochist. Truly a refined specimen.
[…...]
Deep in the dark lair of Grimmlands, sat an ancient woman, who felt confused. And annoyed. Mostly confused. She sat behind her crystal ball (made of Grimm) and observed the chaos she was certain should have driven her dear ex-husband Ozpin into nervous breakdown by now.
Instead she saw… her big beautiful son… crush fellow Grimm!? And on top of Colossus rode… two…
Salem leaned closer, then put on her glasses (made of Grimm). She gasped in horror, like a mother whose trust had been betrayed by her wayward son.
Salem: “Gallivanting around with some silver eyed hoozy and her slag!? That’s it! I have no son!”
Salem flipped the desk and marched to her personal quarters, smashed herself into bed (made of Grimm) and depress-ate a bag of chocolate (made of Grimm), after crying herself to sleep on a soft pillow (made of Grimm).
While two happy Huntresses were enjoying their happy ride on a world’s most masochistic Grimm.