To Remnant!

Moments later, I'm standing in front of Beacon Academy. I had chosen to arrive in the RWBY timeline the night after the food fight at the start of the second season. Looking up past the darkened Beacon Tower, I can see the shattered moon hanging in the sky. It's beautiful. A perfect backdrop to the start of my work.

I make my way towards the school, moving silently. The layout gives me trouble at first but finding the dorms proved easy enough. And from there, it takes me almost no time at all to find the dorm belonging to team RWBY. All four of them are sleeping silently on their improvised bunk-beds. The engineer in me idly wonders how in the world such shoddy construction holds, and I smirk. With a flick of a finger, I telekinetically unlock the window and float gently inside.

"This is almost too easy," I think.

I remove the four collars Golthuem gave me and levitate them above my open hand. I look at them all. Ruby looks positively radiant, her pale skin glimmering in the moonlight. Choosing a timeline where she had reached adulthood was certainly the right choice, I muse as I drink in her more developed figure. Yang is sleeping as deeply as her sister, her enormous tits rising and falling with each breath. Even in her sleep, Weiss is graceful, her slightly more developed body accentuated by the thin nightgown she wore. And the small scar on her eye, a single flaw in an otherwise perfect beauty, somehow makes the whole thing that much more appealing. And finally, Blake. No fan of anime could ever resist a cat-girl. And certainly not one as gorgeous as the raven-haired beauty before me.

Blake is the first one I claim. With the Faunus' supernatural hearing, I'm lucky she hasn't stirred thus far. Ruby is next, and the silver of the steel collar does nothing but help her almost otherworldly beauty. Weiss is third, and as the collar seals around her neck, I can't help but slide a hand down her body and run my finger over her slit.

"Hmph. No panties," I whisper, "Seems someone's a bit naughty."

Leaving her behind, I float to Yang's bedside. I quickly lock the collar around her neck, and grab a handful of her massive tits, pinching her nipples. A soft moan comes from her throat as she wriggles beneath my grip. I infuse my power into each collar, and just like that, Team RWBY has fallen under my control.

Now the only question is: