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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
Chapter List
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Contains: A lot of female characters: Partial Nudity, Innocent Innuendo, No Sex, Panty Shots, Shower

(Blake): Sexually frustrated, Accidental Voyeurism, No Sex, Shower

Blake Belladonna considered herself a rather composed individual. Rarely quick to anger, always one to maintain a level head in a crisis, prepared to perceive things from every angle before she acted. But even she had her limits. It wasn’t anger that was overtaking her, it was frustration of an entirely different sort.

The concept of Faunus entering heat in the same way that animals did was merely the product of black propaganda intended to justify those who saw Faunus as little more than beasts with a superiority complex. But such false assertions did not change the fact that, like any other, Blake had certain needs that had to be sated.

Living in a shared dorm room meant that there was little opportunity for Blake to relieve herself. The communal showers in the training areas and the dorms offered neither the privacy nor the mood setting to allow her more than a brief reprieve. It didn’t help that it seemed like fate was continually thrusting her into situations designed solely to challenge her resolve. Case in point.

“Aw, Yang” Ruby groaned. Despite her attempts to make herself appear more mature since coming to Beacon Ruby couldn’t help but default to her big sister when she needed to. “I spilt milk on my shirt”

Blake looked across the dorm as she lay on her bunk, rereading her favourite edition of Ninjas of Love, to see Ruby as she got up from laying down on her bed. Her leader had been laying propped up on her bed with a plate of cookies and a now half empty glass of freshly poured milk, the rest of it having drenched the front of her white school dress shirt. Ruby clambered down from her bunk as she tried to brush the stain away with a flick of her hands.

“I told you not to drink it laying down on your bed” Yang chided her younger sister as she lay atop her bunk idly reading her scroll.

“But it’s so comfy with milk, cookies and a copy of Swords, Also Guns” Ruby replied.

“Well you better get it off then” Blake couldn’t help but feel her ears shoot to attention as Yang called down to her sister. “And don’t just dump it in the clothes bin to stink up the room like last time”

“I only did that once” Ruby whined in response as she began unbuttoning her shirt.

“You know, I’ve heard milk can be incredibly good for your skin” Weiss interjected, up until now having been consumed in reviewing her latest assignment on scroll for Ooblecks class. Weiss stepped out from her bunk to stand beside Ruby as the crimsonette continued to unbutton her shirt. The material was fast becoming see through enough to make out the shade of her bright red bra underneath.

“If you just rub it in like this” Weiss reached over Rubys shoulder to begin tracing her fingers across the skin of Rubys collarbone. “It’s supposed to make it silky soft and shiny”

“Weiss” Ruby giggled at her teammates soft caresses. “That tickles”

The rational part of Blakes mind saw Ruby like an extended little sister. Faced with such a sight however, it seemed the rest of her wasn’t quite so discerning.

“The ancient princesses of Vacuo used to take baths in milk to preserve their youth and beauty” Weiss’s explorative fingers began to trace lower across Rubys front, shifting perilously close to intruding upon the work of the divine potter. “It was said they needed to keep over seven thousand animals just to produce enough milk for their daily-”

“Hey” Ruby interrupted. “Where did Blake go?”

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Finding little hope of reprieve from her ever growing sexual frustrations Blake decided to seek some form of solitude in one of her favourite places, the Beacon Academy library.

Finding a seat at one of the tables in a quiet corner of the library, away from the help desks and the study groups, she settled down to enjoy rereading one of her favourite novels, Ninjas of Love.

Despite what the title might infer it was not some smut piece masquerading as a romantic novella. Instead, it was a historical epic based on the early history of Mistral. Before the academies and the Kingdoms were established as the first true form of centralised government in Remnant Mistral was divided into over a hundred quasi-states each presided over by a feudal lord. Rather than face their rivals directly in battle these rulers would make use of mercenary clans to fight on their behalf.

While this arrangement made the clans wealthy it brought them into perpetual conflict with other clans working on behalf of rival lords.

Blake had reached the chapter where two members of rival clans, Sakura Nishizumi and Kurata Shinzo, were preparing to face one another in an honourable duel in the plains at the foot of Inabayama. Their two clans had faced eachother in combat more times than anyone could recall in their shared history. There had been many victories, losses and even short-lived alliances shared between the two clans. But in this instance, as was so often the case, they found themselves facing eachother on the field of battle.

The air rang out with the clash of folded steel. Cut and thrust, dodge and sidestep. The meeting of two equally skilled and determined fighters. Kurata was far stronger than she remembered the last time they had fought. This time was different, the stakes were higher for more reasons than one.

Sakura knew his techniques, but he knew hers all the same. Another step, another counter step. It was a play, an intermingling of deception and counter-deception to the extent where neither of them could keep track.

Sakura saw an opening. Drawing herself in close she prepared to deliver her finishing strike. Sakura realised almost too late that it was a deliberate trap. Kurata brought the hilt of his sword up towards her chest. Sakura countered, sacrificing her hold over her own weapon to break her opponent’s stance with her strike.

Utilising her momentum Sakura charged her opponents centre, casting him off of his feet and casting Kurata onto the ground beneath her. Kuratas sword fell from his hand. Sakura thrust herself upon him, struggling to pin the larger man beneath her as their duel quickly descended from swords into a hand to hand encounter.

The two combatants struggled to gain a superior hold over their opponent. While Kurata had reach, Sakura had flexibility. Utilising her superior agility Sakura managed to secure her dominance over him, for the moment. But the feeling of the tensing muscles like the power of a wild beast held beneath her Sakura knew she could only contain him for so long. In her heart she knew it would only be a matter of time before-

“Young lady!”

Blake snapped alert in an instant, her concealed faunus ears threatening to leap from beneath the cover of her bow. Blake looked around for the source of the familiar voice. The frantic beating of her heart only subsided when she realised what had actually occurred.

Professor Goodwitch stood across the library, reprimanding a female student for the shortness of her school skirt. In spite of the variety in combat uniform Beacon Academy maintained a student dress code rigidly enforced by some of the stricter staff including professor Goodwitch.

A part of Blake couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement as she watched professor Goodwitch’s chastisement and imaging what it would be like to be the one on the receiving end of the professor’s scorn. She had to imagine what it would be like to feel the harsh clap of the professor’s cane across her soft-

Blake clapped her book shut sharply. Blake had come here seeking sanctuary and it seemed she had utterly failed in her endeavour. Blake decided if she was ever going to find any semblance of peace she needed to head elsewhere.

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Blake embraced the natural scent of the fresh air wafting across the main courtyard of Beacon Academy. A warm summer day meant that there was a ceaseless parade of people meandering about the walkways. It was always the moment that the sun came out that everyone seemed to collectively agree to indulge themselves and take a little extra time to get to where they were heading.

Every girl which passed her proved another tempting indulgence for Blakes rampant imagination. Blake sat at the edge of the fountain, focussing on the rhythmic splash of the water. Blake momentarily entertained the idea of plunging her head into the water to snap herself out of such thoughts if only her sense didn’t remind her of quite how filthy the water actually was.

Before she could dare to enact it however, Blake was once more met by another test of her resolve. In keeping with each and every other encounter she’d faced today it seemed fate was taking every opportunity to make her squirm.

“Hi Blake” Velvet Scarlatina approached from amongst the surrounding crowd. “Lovely day isn’t it” Velvet had forgone her usual dark-brown combat uniform for a bright yellow sun skirt and matching top.

“Yeah” Blake replied. “A little warm for my tastes though”

“It can be kind of tough with this heat” Velvet mused. “But it’s even hotter when you wear leggings like yours” Velvet motioned to Blakes all-encompassing leggings and shorts combo. “You should get yourself a nice summer skirt, the breeze is so refreshing”

Without hesitation Velvet suddenly gave an energetic twirl. Whether an intended consequence or not the hem of Velvets skirt swirled upwards under the influence of a sudden breeze. While Blake couldn’t be sure she swore she caught a flash of Velvets bright pink underwear detailed with-

‘Were those carrots?’

The amount of mental capacity dedicated to this analysis left little remaining for the important task of reminding Blake to maintain her balance. It was not long before Blake had first-hand experience of the contents of the Beacon courtyard fountain.

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Stepping into the locker rooms adjoining the Beacon training centre, for the first time in perhaps the entire day Blake felt like she could focus herself. After nearly falling into the fountain almost immediately after the first time upon catching an undeniable glimpse of Velvets cleavage as she pulled her free Blakes mind was consumed only by thoughts of a cleansing shower.

Blake pulled off her soaked clothing and cast it aside with little regard for creases or bunching them up, it would all need to be washed when she got back to the dorm regardless. Stepping into the shower stall she allowed the waters cleansing influence to wash away the dirt and she didn’t want to think what else clung to her from the fountain. With a moment to herself Blake finally began to feel like her mind was more back under her control.

Blake shut off the water off before stepping out of the shower into the changing room. Blake retrieved the spare gym clothes and towel in her locker for after practice, tightening the fluffy white towel around her athletic figure. Blake consumed herself using her other towel to dry her long, thick hair and her pointed ears atop her head.

Blakes Faunus ears piqued at the sound of footsteps, her acute hearing allowing herself to decipher their identity by their step alone.

Of course, it was her. Out of everyone in Beacon it just had to be the most athletic, most popular, arguably most physically appealing member of the female student body.

“Hi Pyrrha” Blake acknowledged her friend as she entered the locker room.

“Hi Blake” Pyrrha replied warmly. “Have a good workout?”

“Yeah pretty good” Blake remarked offhandedly, preferring the preconception to admitting the reality of the situation. “What about you?”

“I just finished a sparring match with Nora” Pyrrha opened her locker and retrieved her towel. Blakes finely tuned ears peaked at the rustle of fabric. Blake forced herself not to look over. “I tell you, for a girl her size she really packs a heavy punch”

‘Just focus on what you’re doing’ Blake repeated to herself in her head. ‘Get dressed, get out and nothing has a chance to happen’

Blake refitted her t-shirt and gathered up her bag as she allowed a relived sigh to escape her lips. Blake stepped away towards the exit of the locker room. She’d made it.

“This may sound unusually forward” Pyrrha called after Blake, stopping only a few steps from the exit. “But would you mind doing something for me”

“Ok” Blake replied, trying to keep the hint of trepidation reaching her voice.

“I’ve got another set of promotions tomorrow and I was hoping you could check my back for bruises” Pyrrha explained.

“Your back?” Blake queried as she approached cautiously.

“I know it sounds silly” Pyrrha said as she pulled off her sports top, presenting her back to Blake. “But Nora can get a little rough sometime, girl hardly knows her own strength. My sponsors really don’t like me showing up like to see a battered piece of fruit. It would be helpful if you could tell me if there’s anything already showing I might need to tend to”

Pyrrha reached back to grasp Blakes hand in her own, guiding it towards the small of her back. “There’s a spot right here. It feels kind of tender and I’m worried it’s going to turn into a dark…”

Pyrrha looked back over her shoulder. “Are you ok Blake? You look awfully red”

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Just a few more steps and she was back in her dorm. Blake walked down the corridor towards the RWBY dorm room. Blake was determined to get back so she could just lay down on her bed and enjoy some well-deserved-

As Blake brought her scroll up to unlock the door she could have sworn she heard voices from inside the dorm.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to fit”

“Of course, it will. I just need to find the right hole”

‘They couldn’t possibly be?’

“Well just hurry up and put it in then”

“I’ve almost got it. Can you fit two fingers inside?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you can fit two fingers in, it means there’s enough room”

“Like this?”

“That’s it, make sure you’ve got a firm grip. We don’t want-”

“Where exactly is that tongue of yours going?”

“Nearly there, I just need to shift- Hey, stop squirming!”

Blake had just reached her limit, the last of her precarious restraint had evaporated. Without waiting to consider any other option Blake unlocked the door with her scroll and burst into the dorm.

“Don’t come in, we’re-”

The sight which greeted her was… not what she had anticipated.

Ruby and Weiss were kneeling together on the rug in the middle of the room, both fully clothed, and with Zwei. Blake couldn’t resist blurting out. “What the heck are you two doing?”

“We were giving Zwei his new collar” Weiss held her hands out in display around Zwei like she was selling him on the late-night shopping channel. “Isn’t he so handsome” Weiss said gleefully as she clutched the playful pup to herself in an all-consuming hug. It was only now that Blake finally took notice of the finely crafted black leather collar around Zwei’s neck.

With Weiss currently indisposed Ruby chose to interject. “We realised today was the anniversary of when dad sent him to Beacon so Weiss and I decided to get him a gift. We didn’t tell Yang because we wanted to surprise her and when you showed up we thought…” Rubys voice began to trail off. “Ugh, Blake. Doesn’t that kind of hurt, banging your head on the wall like that?”

***************Authors Nonsense***************

Ruby: “You see, the problem most people make is they focus too much on just the parts they can see”

Ruby: “What really needs the most attention is anything which moves or any areas where there’s a lot of excess dust build-up”

Ruby: “What you want to do is just go ahead and stick it right in and jiggle it around. Try to get as much out of it as possible and sometimes to do that you’ve got to really drive it in or you won’t-”

Weiss rolls her eyes: “Better watch out, Blake. If I’m not careful I may become so overtaken by the passion of the moment that I am no longer be able to restrain myself from forcing my attentions on our innocent and easily corruptible leader”

Ruby drops her tool in surprise, glances over at Weiss: “Really, Weiss?”

Weiss: “No”

I decided that Weiss has been the butt of jokes enough (For now) so let’s have some fun with Blake for a bit.
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The Remnant Armada	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.

The Remnant Armada