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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
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Contains: (Yang x Pyrrha - Greek FIre) Public, Exhibitionism, During Class, Unique use of Semblance (Polarity), Nipple Clamps, Egg Vibrator, Fear of Discovery

Yang Xiao Long had always considered herself a rather direct person. Always one to stand her ground or jump to the defence of someone in trouble without hesitation or restraint. It seemed that over time that penchant for fearless risk taking had manifested itself in some rather more unconventional ways.

When she had first suggested her idea to Pyrrha, Yang was met initially by shock, then embarrassment which swiftly lead to her partners cheeks flaring redder than the athlete’s crimson hair. Since they’d been together the two lovers had learned to live with the risk of being strayed upon by accident whichever of their dorm rooms they chose to meet up in. Something about that clicked with Yang in particular, Yang enjoyed the idea of nearly being caught. Combined with Pyrrhas latent semblance for polarization this presented a unique opportunity.

In the end, Yang managed to convince Pyrrha to proceed with her scheme on the condition that they practice in private first. This proved to be a prudent idea as they spent the next few days learning to concentrate Pyrrhas abilities in both scope and intensity. At the same time, Yang practiced her ability to maintain her composure no matter the situation. As soon as they were both confident with the results of their practice the real task was set to begin.

They chose their time and place, arranged all the pieces into place and waited for the right moment. That was the backstory for how Yang Xiao Long found herself in the middle of Professor Ports class on strategies for fighting water based Grimm with a pair of claw nipple clamps and a vibrating egg secured about her person.

The amateur mistake that people tended to make was assuming that the motor inside of the remote was silent enough for use in public without drawing attention. Add in the risk that the wireless controller tended to lose the connection and you had a recipe for a very public embarrassment. Yang sort to annul both of those concerns with a little help from her polarising lover.

Yang also had a pair of claw shaped clamps secured loosely in place around her nipples, just enough to hold them whilst retaining ample space for further stimulation. The clamps included a screw which could be tightened or loosened at will. The clamps were enhanced by a thin chain, metal of course, which hung loosely down Yangs front beneath the material of her school shirt. With her school blazer covering her chest all would appear normal on the surface to the casual observer, allowing everyone around her to remain engrossed in another of Professor Ports stories.

“So, after fighting off the Neptune Basilisk to protect the refugee convoy and being cast overboard I found myself marooned on a deserted island in uncharted waters. Making use of my extensive knowledge as a seasoned Huntsman I managed to craft a rudimentary canoe out of a fallen log, some tree vines and a particularly sticky sap I later learned is known to cause severe hallucinations. As I made my way across the Shark Grimm infested water I happened upon a group of indigenous aquatic mer-faunus who decided to name me their leader. It was during my reign as King of the Sea People I discovered…”

Beside Yang, Weiss proved as diligent as ever in her note taking. Blake seemed to only be paying half attention as she continued with her novel concealed amongst her textbooks. Ruby remained enraptured by the tale, despite its questionable authenticity. With everyone otherwise engaged Yang saw her opportunity.

Adding the final flourish to her notes Yang laid her pen aside before resting her hand on the desk beside her. Her fingers began to tap lightly across her desk top in a seemingly random motion, the signal they had agreed. From her seat, a few rows back in the classroom, sitting at the near end of team JNPR, Pyrrha watched as Yang gave the signal.

Reaching her hand across the desk Pyrrha tried to maintain a façade of concentration as she summoned her Semblance into existence. After all the practice they’d undergone together Yang was convinced that somehow she had developed some keen sense for the onset of Pyrrhas ability.

She felt it lightly at first, a fleeting tug on the chain attached to the clamps around her nipples as a test of the waters. The sudden jolts caused her nipples to harden, feeling them beginning to strain against the confines of the clamps before they had even been tightened. Yang began to feel it, a light pressure at first but it was quickly growing, the clamp around her right nipple beginning to tighten.

Yang bit her lip, both to contain the yelp of surprise and the low moan of exhilaration that followed swiftly in its wake. Part of what had drawn her to this idea had been that her choice of combat style allowed her emotions to run wild. Now she was forced to contain herself for fear of discovery, an act which was proving increasingly difficult as the pleasure continued to build inside of her.

Not wanting it to feel left out, the left nipple clamp decided it was time to join the fray as. It began to tighten around her, slightly faster than before as it rushed to catch up with its partner. But as the left began to make pace with the right, the intensity of the pressure upon the right began to wane.

This momentary reprieve was countermanded by a sharp pull on her right nipple, Pyrrhas powers giving her the ability to manipulate the bound nipple in any direction in any way she wished. This was in dispersed with random pulls on the attached chain which introduced a tantalisingly random element to everything. But just as Yang was convinced that she finally had a handle on everything it suddenly stopped.

Yang supressed a forlorn cry as she felt the pleasure that had only moments ago been overtaking her drifting further away. While the exhilaration had been difficult to contain its sudden absence was bordering on abject torture. At first Yang feared that Pyrrha had been spooked into calling off their arrangement, until she realised that the devilish gladiatrix was merely playing the long game.

Leaving her nipples on the very cusp of breaking free of their own volition Yang felt a flutter deep inside of her. A familiar movement like a heartbeat in her most intimate place began to make itself known to her once more. Yang almost lost it in an instant, but pulling herself back from the cusp just in time. While Yang was usually so boisterous and loud when she could she knew how to keep it down when the situation called for it. But this, staying completely silent, was going to be more difficult than she could ever think-

“Miss Xiao Long”

Yang felt the egg go haywire for a brief second before just as quickly flatlining. Yang snapped her attentions back to Professor Port standing at the front of the lecture hall.

“Perhaps you would care to explain…” Professor Port directed towards her.

‘Crap, he knows! I knew this was a stupid idea. This is it, this what gets me kicked out of Beacon for good. I’ll never become a Huntress and I’ll be forever known as the girl who stuffed a vibrator in herself before class and-’

“…the strategy you would use when faced with a Shark Grimm attack?” Port asked.

‘What?’

Yang didn’t have time to think before she blurted out “Punch it in the snout”

‘What did I just-’

“An excellent suggestion, Miss Xiao Long” Port congratulated. “While some might suggest jabbing the eyes or the gills the Shark Grimm’s tendency towards ravaging its prey during its attack…”

Yang glanced back towards Pyrrha sitting behind her, catching sight as Pyrrha mouthed her best ‘Sorry’. The vibrator being sent into overdrive must have been the result of Pyrrha being spooked by Ports question. Most would take that as their sign to bow out gracefully, they’d had their fun, now was the time to play it safe. Most people were not Yang Xiao Long.

Yang replaced her hand on the top of the desk. She’d agreed with Pyrrha beforehand that all she had to do to call things off was to not to use her abilities. Despite the risk being almost all Yangs she wouldn’t force Pyrrha to progress if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea.

Yang suspected that might have been the end of their fun, until she felt the slow rumble of the egg returning to life inside of her. It was like the closing scene in almost every movie you’d care to name where everyone thinks the hero has sacrificed themselves and everyone’s about to surrender to despair when miraculously the supposedly fatal injury suddenly becomes a lot more survivable. Although to be fair, most of those movies didn’t involve a vibrating egg and a magnetically charged Gladiatrix. At least not the ones Yang would let Ruby watch with her.

Although trying to start again from where they left off was almost like beginning all over again the spike of the adrenaline rush meant that the climb back up was a lot faster than it had ever been the first time around. It wasn’t long before Yang found herself dangling on a precipice, all that was necessary to thrust her over was one last push.

Yang clenched and released her hand still laying atop the desk beside her in quick succession. This was the ultimate signal, the go ahead for Pyrrha to unleash the beast. After a momentary delay, the vibrating egg once more went wild inside of her, the nipple clamps tightening just to the verge of being painful.

A few tantalising moments passed before Yangs entire body suddenly erupted in an orgasm like she had never felt before. Pyrrha was an excellent lover in her own right and Yang wasn’t ashamed to admit she was a dab hand with her own digits when the mood stuck her but this was something else entirely. Trying to keep herself level was almost maddening when every cell in her body was left screaming out for release. The complete disconnect between her desire for release and her self-enforced containment were an unbelievable combination. Even as she felt the egg whirr down into silence and the clamps slowly begin to loosen Yang could do little but simply bask in the warm afterglow of her glorious high.

In an instant Yang was yanked from her blissful torpor, met by the sight of Weiss sitting beside her, staring with a look of complete astonishment. Fearing the worst, Yang followed her gaze down and realised Weiss was staring at her chest. Or, more specifically, at Weiss’s handcrafted Atlesian pen which was currently dangling from the nipple of Yangs dress shirt.

Without a word Yang reached down to retrieve the item and held it out to Weiss as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Weiss accepted it back before resuming her notes where she had left off.

Yang tried to redraw her attention to the lecture just in time for Professor Port to come out of his most recent tangent, returning to the lecture topic of strategies to fight fast moving aquatic Grimm. Yang hoped she hadn’t missed anything important from Ports rant, she could hardly ask to copy Weiss’s notes now.

Pyrrha slumped lower in her chair as her face erupted into a new shade of crimson. Yang had not seen such a deep red since having to explain to Ruby that the deer back home in Patch wasn’t actually giving the other one a piggyback ride.

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

Yang: Pyrrha, have you seen my remote vibrator

Pyrrha: No

<Low buzzing sound>

Pyrrha: Maybe

<Yang holds out a metal pen, which is immediately drawn straight onto Pyrrhas skirt>

Pyrrha: Give it another ten minutes, I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere
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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