Mint Protector - Condom TF
Tags: Inanimate, Latex, Unaware, Object TF, Caption, Shapechange, Objectification, Latex TF, Condom TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Mint Protector - Condom TFThe setting sun cast long shadows across Mantle's industrial district as Weiss Schnee mar…
The setting sun cast long shadows across Mantle's industrial district as Weiss Schnee marched purposefully down the grimy streets. Her pristine white boots clicked against cracked pavement, the contrast between her flawless appearance and the rundown surroundings almost comical. "Dammit Ruby, answer your scroll," Weiss muttered, jabbing at the device impatiently. Three days of radio silence from her teammates wasn't just unusual, it was alarming. Winter had been dispatched to investigate criminal activity in this sector, and now she, too, had gone dark. Weiss adjusted her hairpin, the silver icicle catching the last rays of sunlight. Something felt deeply wrong about this city. People had been disappearing without a trace for weeks. Not just ordinary citizens, but trained hunters and huntresses. "Stay focused," she reminded herself, tightening the grip on Myrtenaster. The weight of her rapier provided small comfort and protection as she checked storefronts for any sign of her missing teammates. A flashy neon sign caught her attention, the words 'Pleasure Paradise' flickering in bright pink. The display window showcased various adult products. Weiss's cheeks flushed crimson as she quickened her pace, averting her eyes from the explicit merchandise. "Disgusting," she muttered, adjusting her bolero jacket. Yet she couldn't help noticing the peculiar emptiness of the streets. For early evening in a commercial district, the lack of pedestrians felt unnatural. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Someone was watching. Weiss maintained her pace while discreetly glancing at reflective surfaces for any sign of surveillance. There was a shadow ducking behind a corner. Another figure in an alleyway. Eyes tracking her from a second-story window. Panic surged through her veins. Had she walked into a trap? Weiss abruptly changed direction, breaking into a sprint toward a crowded marketplace ahead. She collided with bodies, muttering hasty apologies as she pushed through the crowd. "Sorry! Excuse me!" she gasped, shouldering past a group of shoppers. The feeling of being pursued intensified. Whoever these people were, they were closing in. Weiss ducked into a narrow alleyway, pressing her back against cold brick. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. Something wasn't right. The dizziness hit suddenly, a wave of fatigue that made the world tilt sideways. "What's... happening to me?" she whispered, legs buckling beneath her. She slid down the wall, Myrtenaster falling to the ground beside her. Her limbs felt unnaturally heavy, unresponsive to her desperate commands to move. A shadow fell across her face. The last thing Weiss registered before consciousness slipped away was a masked figure speaking into an earpiece."Target acquired. Schnee heiress secured." When awareness returned, Weiss found herself in a dimly lit storage room. Industrial shelving lined concrete walls, stacked with unmarked boxes. She tried to move but discovered her wrists bound tightly together with red rope. Worse, her body felt... wrong. Looking down, she gasped in horror. Her skin gleamed with an unnatural sheen, white and almost plasticky in appearance. "What the hell?" she tried to shout, voice sounding strange even to her own ears. Her attempts to struggle produced only sluggish, limited movement. Her body felt hollow, lighter yet somehow more rigid than before. The metallic click of a door opening silenced her. A man in a pristine lab coat entered, his thin lips curved into a smug smile. "Look who's finally awake," he announced, his voice clinical and detached. "You huntresses are all the same, so predictable in your heroics." "Who are you? What have you done to me?" Weiss demanded, summoning every ounce of her Schnee authority despite her compromised position. The man chuckled, approaching a shelf. "Your famous team has been quite the thorn in our operation. But as you can see..." He turned, holding three items in his hands. "We've developed methods for dealing with your kind." Weiss stared in growing horror at what he displayed. It was a red onahole with anatomical features that made her stomach lurch, a bottle of yellow liquid where something... eyes? Which seemed to float within, and a deflated doll-like form with cat ears just visible on its head. "What sick joke is this?" she spat, but the dread building inside told her this was no joke. "Look closer, Miss Schnee," the man suggested, holding the items under the harsh light. The horrible recognition hit like a physical blow. The red item bore Ruby's emblem. The yellow liquid contained unmistakable lilac eyes that blinked desperately. The deflated doll had Blake's amber eyes painted on its featureless face. "No," Weiss whispered, genuine fear replacing her anger. "That's not possible. Those can't be..." "Your teammates? I assure you, they are." The scientist ran a finger along Weiss's arm, producing an unnatural squeaking sound. "We've perfected the art of mole
