By all accounts, the cross-kingdom mission event was a fantastic idea that ended up going horribly wrong. You see, the Vytal Festival, in full swing, was designed from the beginning to promote unity between kingdoms. So, with that in mind, the powers that be decided to organize a televised event that would consist of students from around the world.

The idea was that various students from each school would be grouped together, seemingly randomly, and complete missions near the city of Vale. Every small platoon of hunters would be gifted with the newest in independent recording devices provided by Atlas, free transportation there and back by Mistral, weapon analysis and armor repair by Vacuo, and medical and food supplies by Vale.

If a group of random students from around the globe could act together as a unit and slay Grimm, then there'd be no doubt to the fact that the hunters trained at the academy would surely grow up to be great leaders of humanity.

Well, that was the idea at least. For the huntsman of Group 4, the reality was much, much more horrifying and disatreous than anyone could have ever envisioned.

9 hours earlier...

Jaune Arc, a man who had cheated his way in and had been taken under the wing of the four time champion herself: Pyrrha Nikos, stood ready to go in his armor at the bullhead docks. He was the fourth group to be sent out during the festival and he was itching for some action, after seeing Nora and his own partner be crucial in the takedown of a Nevermore nest yesterday, he was ready to prove how far he had come.

Luckily he had been grouped up with his best bro for life and subsequent brother from another mother, Lie Ren. His partner, ever the mother goose, looked more worried than anything at the prospect of leaving her partner alone. She trusted Ren, she really did, but no one could quite look after her Jaune like she could.

"I want you to come back safe, ok Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, brow furrowed and mouth set into a thin line. Jaune placed a reassuring hand down on her shoulder and gave her the best Arc charm he could muster up.

"Don't worry about me, you should worry about having any Grimm left by the time we get back!" Pyrrha giggled and punched him lightly on the shoulder, her sweetheart could be such a dork sometimes.

"What about me?" came the stoic voice of Ren, who had been standing on ceremony while the two bantered.

"O-Oh! I-I didn't mean that I don't want you to come back it's just that I-" Pyrrha fumbled and stuttered to explain before she was cut off by Ren's quiet laughing.

"I was joking Pyrrha, don't worry I'll make sure our fearless leader doesn't scrape his knee too bad." Ren teased, eyes crinkling up into a smile.

"Oh ha ha, you're killing me Ren, truly." Jaune deadpanned, hand over his heart like he had been shot. The two boarded what Jaune would call a metal death trap and slowly watched Beacon fade away into a mere dot.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to kick some ass!" came the energetic voice of an exotic-looking man with pink hair and brown skin. He drummed his fingers over his machine gun while smiling. "Can't wait to show off in front of all the ladies back home."

"Yeah maybe then they'd finally notice you." came the voice of an equally unique looking man dressed in a vest, suit pants, and tap shoes and wielding some kind of trumpet. A collective Ooooh could be heard around the cabin while the pink-haired man from before fell back dramatically as if he'd been shot.

"You guys think that this shit is gonna get in the way?" asked one of the huntsman, gesturing to the floating orbs provided by Atlas. The little drones would act as cameras for the mission, small and maneuverable but also not a target for Grimm. Or, at least, that's what the Atlesians would say.

"Don't worry about it, at worst we break 'em to get them outta the way." Joked one of the gruffer hunters a little ways down from Jaune.

"Did they ever actually tell us what we're supposed to be doing?" Jaune finally asked, and when there was a collective and indecisive murmur throughout the cabin, Jaune let out an exasperated sigh.

Suddenly, the intercom crackled to life.

"Your mission, young huntsman, is to secure a recently abandoned village from a small Grimm infestation so it can be sweeped for resources and items." A clipped voice answered almost on cue to the whole of the students.

"Landing in 45 guys, get yourselves ready." called the pilot from up front.

Jaune adjusted his armor and sword, silently looking to Ren for confirmation before his green-garbed companion nodded his way. Jaune cracked his neck, it was time to show everyone what he could do...

45 minutes later...

Landing had been... Not as bad as imagined. There were no visible Grimm so the bullhead ducked down low enough that it was only a short fall, once the gathered huntsman and camera orbs had hid ground level, they split into groups of 4 or 5 to scour the village. Jaune had gone with his friend, Ren, and both the fancy man with the trumpet and the man with pink hair, Flynt and Nadir, respectively, to search the southern area. A white camera bobbed behind the group as they walked, the sound of their footsteps really the only sound echoing off the walls.

"This... doesn't feel right." Flynt murmured from behind him, and Jaune was inclined to agree. There was just nothing... no sound, no absolute chaotic devastation, just an eerie, empty town.

"Hey guys you seeing anything." Jaune breathed into his comm, eyes roaming over an empty cafe.

"Nah, unless you're into empty houses and shit." came the refined voice back to him. Jaune bit his lip, this was strange even for Grimm, maybe the intel had been wrong all along and-

"This is an emergency broadcast to all members of Group 4. We have recently gotten confirmation of a pack of Broodmothers in your area. We are sending transportation back immediately, do not separate for any reason." an authoritative voice crackled over the communications.

Jaune's blood turned to ice, the feeling of a thousand eyes on him springing up from nowhere. What in Oum's name was a broodmother? If it was bad enough that a small platoon of hunters-in-training could even handle a single pack it must have been bad.

"This is Fox Alistaire, meet up in the main courtyard and wait for transport." the second year's voice commanded over the radio. The small team broke out into a sprint towards the center of town, camera bobbing up and down as it followed them.

"Anyone here know what a broodmother is?" Nadir panted from behind Jaune, his eyes searching for some shadow in the darkness of the empty shops.

"Sounds familiar, and unpleasant so let's just focus on getting out of here." Flynt replied evenly. In no time the assembled group had reached the courtyard where more of the other boys poured in from every corner. Once everyone had gathered, someone who might've been a junior settled them all down and made an announcement.

"Stay calm everyone." he commanded, voice rough and loud. "we just need to keep our eyes on the prize and get home safely, we can do this we're huntsman!"

"You know what a broodmother is?" someone shouted from the crowd. The junior seemed hesitant to answer, but was nudged along by a fellow comrade next to him.

"A broodmother is... A Grimm that uses the semen of human men to produce massive litters of Grimm. They can shapeshift into any female the victim knows using an unknown process, they're known to hunt in packs and kill everything that isn't a human male." silence descended on the courtyard, everyone slowly coming to the same realization as Jaune did.

There were only men in this hunting party...

"Stay close guys, we just need to stick together and stay calm." Jaune nudged to his three teammates, it had just occurred to him how bizarre this must've seemed to the people back home. He was sure Pyrrha would get all weird once he got back like she does when he gets some minor scrape or injury. Nadir nodded, though seemed rather questionable, while Flynt didn't make any movement.

A twig snapped in some nearby alley and all of the gathered men tensed. A motion that no doubt sent a small pulse of negativity to anything in the area, Jaune chewed his lip again, when was the damn bullhead supposed to get here?

Slowly, as the men swiveled back and forth looking at alleys and shops and eachother, a thick, black tentacle slid across the black tar of the street and towards the outer edges of the circle of men. It lay there, motionless, for a moment before it twitched slightly and sprung into action.

It wrapped itself tightly around the leg of its victim, a blonde boy dressed in armor who screeched loudly, alerting the men to the creature's presence. The tentacle tugged hard and brought the boy down in one motion, friends around him starting to draw weapons and stamp on the appendage. Then, suddenly and with a speed foreign to normal creatures, the tentacle snapped back and reeled in its prize with lightning speed.

"Shoot it!"

"Grab him!"

"Jaune!"

Various voices called out, as the young huntsman screamed and was dragged away into the darkness of an alley. The sounds he made getting further and further until they were so muted they couldn't be heard. Gunshots, small explosions, and cries echoed across the whole of the courtyard as people began to see tentacles here and there and everywhere.

A slow army that would pick off one or two unlucky fellows and drag them screaming away even as the others destroyed the majority of them. Luckily, and just in time, a bullhead sang overhead and lowered itself and opened its doors. Many men jumped for it, some getting caught by tentacles, while others argued and shouted they weren't leaving the others behind only to be overpowered and pulled up into the flying machine.

Before the small army of black appendages could harpoon the craft it took off with speed back towards Beacon, leaving a small consortium of men to become the playthings of the Grimm...

Moments later...

Jaune thrashed and struggled as he was pulled away from the group, gunshots growing more and more distant. The tentacle wrapped around his leg dragging him with such speed and position the young huntsman may have thought it could see its surroundings. Eventually, though, the dragging slowed and Jaune found himself at the large cave in the foothills.

Tracing the black appendage back to its owner, Jaune nearly fainted to find a perfect replica of Pyrrha Nikos, his partner.

Well, his partner if she was a Grimm with red eyes. Pale white skin with black veins cover inch after inch of skin, red eyes that glowed with a very human intensity, and a face that Jaune had seen smiling so sweetly just hours before.

The creature itself, a broodmother he imagined, was completely nude and showing off the most shapely parts of the champion's body. Toned hips and a smooth stomach mixing with a pair of perky breasts and a sculpted ass. The Grimm smiled, actually fucking smiled at the huntsman making his blood grow so cold he was surprised his breath didn't turn to vapor.

"Hello there!" the creature said in the distorted voice of his partner. Nearly identical but different, wrong somehow. The tone of it was alluring and seductive, something to draw in its quarry by all means. Another tentacle exploded from the creature's back and wrapped itself around the chest of Jaune's armor as he thrashed and struggled against it.

The broodmother picked the sword of his belt and held it in another tentacle. Hips sashaying the monster carried it's new mate into the dark confines of the cave, knowing that its new litter would be strong.

Jaune stopped fighting after about 10 minutes into the cave, he was too deep now too lost in corridors of stone and rock. Where Grimm hid around every corner, just waiting for some interloper to attempt to sneak through. Eventually they both came to some kind of antichamber, a large cavern whose walls seemed to be almost replaced by a thick of webbing of black, tar-like substance.

The distorted effigy of his partner whirled around, lips curling into a sadistic smile before grabbing the collar of his breastplate and rending it off with almost no effort. The creature did the same to his clothes before sticking him to the adhesive surface of the wall. His hands and feet slowly being absorbed till it felt like he was encased in solid concrete.

Only then, when its prey had been immobilized, did the creature finally act. A single black tentacle, unassuming as the others, ruptured from an open space in the creature's pale back. It swayed and writhed in the air, before the tip of it seemed to open, revealing just an empty socket inside. Perhaps more of a sleeve or hole than anything; the creature grinned hungrily before it drove the slimy appendage onto its prey's manhood.

"Agh!" Jaune cried out in shock, hands gripping tightly beneath the prison they were encased in. The inside of it was warm, and most and unlike anything he had ever felt. The creature, seeing its prey adapt to the sensation with furrowed brow and shut eyes, slowly began to pump the worm-like tentacle up and down his manhood. Tentacle taking it all the way to the base before retracting back to the tip.

The sounds of wet sucking and slurping echoed in the near empty chamber, only interjected by the breathy moans of its captive. Jaune had never felt something like this before, so strange and arousing and yet it felt wrong. The way the thick addition writhed and pulsed, constantly moving its slimy walls around and massaging every bit of his dick was heavenly.

The tentacle sucked hard and long, shifting walls slithering over every inch of skin. Jaune's lewd moans becoming louder and louder. The appendage would twist and pull and sometimes go all the way down to the young Arc's ballsack before slowly sucking its way back up drawing out a long cry of pleasure.

With each pump Jaune elicited choked moans and gasps of sensation. The Grimm slowly sauntered forward, never stopping for a second, and trailed a cold finger down the chest of its new mate. Jaune eyes rolled back into his head as the sensations grew faster, each pump increasing in speed as the vile creature continued to regard its mate in curiosity.

"Please- agh! stop it." Jaune moaned, body twitching ever so slightly. "I think I'm going to-"

Jaune's dick exploded with ecstasy, delivering a payload of jet after jet of thick sperm in the bowels of the tentacle as Jaune shouted his pleasure. The Grimm attachment pulsed and sucked, as if it was trying to absorb every drop of the liquid. Jaune's body thrashed and jerked as he continued to dump everything he had into the strange creature's tentacle. The broodmother smiled wickedly, licking its lips in pleasure. Oh yes, it would be a strong brood.

Jaune gasped for air, head hanging low as his body slumped down. However, the creature was not yet done with its mate. Another tentacle, not quite as thick but dexterous none the less, snaked its way through the air and wiggled underneath the limp head. Suddenly, and without warning, it drove its way into the victim's mouth as he tried to cough it out. Jaune's gag reflex protested as he shook his head, tried to bite down, tried to do anything to make it stop but the appendage would not be stopped.

Instead, it released a torrent of some strange liquid. Too far down his throat to notice a taste it felt warm... and good. Something heady and relaxing as well as invigorating, as it continued its stream Jaune's dick twitched going from soft to hard in a matter of moments. Slowly the torrent stopped and the tentacle retracted, leaving the poor huntsman to catch his breath.

The creature then slowly pulled him out of the prison of black sludge like it was made of water and laid him down of the floor. Jaune's head felt like it was full of cotton, ideas of escape and fighting far away now, and he looked dumbly at the creature standing over him.

"Pyrrha...?" he asked, the combination of hallucinogenic cocktail and low-light making him delirious. The broodmother huffed delightedly, straddling the blonde boy with its snatch hanging over the head of his dick.

It gave another huff of amusement before sheathing itself all the way down to the base making Jaune cry out in hoarse, pleasurable sobs. The Grimm mixture had heightened his senses and made him docile, the perfect mate in other words. Up and down the Grimm rode its captive, with frenzied pace and pleasured sighs the creature slammed itself down onto the blonde boy again and again.

With his length being engulfed he didn't notice a similar creature to his own mate bringing in a captive of its own. A young huntsman that might've been a first year, with brown hair and ripped up clothing, looked on in horror as his comrade in arms was raped by a creature of Grimm. The young boy shouted out for Jaune but he could not hear him, he only needed more of his mate.

The broodmother's tender vagina was perhaps even better than the tentacle had been. It seemed so human, and yet at the same time it almost seemed handcrafted to be the perfect pleasurable tool. It was as if the monster's snatch was constantly forming to the shape of his dick over and over again, with each thrust a seemingly new epicenter of pleasure exploded beneath him. The inside was almost burning hot and complemented the heady warmth that had spread from his stomach to his chest and was slowly connecting to his brain.

The creature's rapid thrusts became harder and faster, slamming down with force enough to make a clapping sound Jaune moaned louder and louder. The Grimm's form undulated on top of him, its own neck craning backwards in a silent scream to the heavens. Eventually it became to much and the dam burst, Jaune releasing another gushing flood of cum into the womb of the monster.

They stayed like that for more than half a minute, nearly a gallon of cum draining out of the young Arc's balls. Aided by the Grimm concoction, all Jaune could do was laugh pleasantly as the creature slowly dismounted him and put him back onto the wall. Sticking him there before walking away, a small trail of cum dripping after the stolen form of Pyrrha.

Jaune could swear he heard his new roommate begging the gods for help, but that was ok he'd understand soon enough how much fun this was...