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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.
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Contains Weiss: Futanari, Fingering, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Fear of Discovery, Naked at Home

Weiss Schnee had grown up accustomed to the finer things in life. The best food, the most comfortable bed, expertly tailored clothes. Nothing was deemed beyond her family’s attainment. Out of all of those the clothes were perhaps the least agreeable aspect of it all to the heiress

It seemed that there was no example of Atlesian tailoring she had ever come across which did not feel the necessity to be overly complicated. Every item was designed with a seemingly endless number of ties, ribbons and other delicate fastenings which needed to be secured and endlessly readjusted.

While she could hardly argue with the results the route to getting there was long and arduous. There was a time in history that ladies of noble birth would have an entire retinue whose sole duty was to tend to their lady’s appearance. Sadly, such extravagance had become a thing of history. Yet the tailors seemed unwilling to adapt, and the burden of the task remained.

Weiss had heard stories of Vacuo princesses who had once disguised themselves to be able to walk freely amongst their people by dressing in their clothes. But such was the stuff of fairy tales. Discounting the task of acquiring such an outfit Weiss’s objective was not to ingratiate herself with the lower classes but simply to make the task of dressing herself less of a daily trial. Weiss could not help but yearn for a simpler solution sometimes.

This all came to a head one day when, infuriated by once more losing the knot on her overcomplicated dress, Weiss had simply cast the troublesome garment aside. Weiss had then seen to her daily studying dressed only in her snow-white lingerie. Although necessitating a hasty donning of her dressing gown when the servants arrived to bring her morning tea Weiss found the morning surprisingly uneventful. She even considered that perhaps it was better as her concentration was no longer being persistently broken by having to readjust her outfit to remain comfortable.

Being of an enquiring mind Weiss decided to test quite how this more relaxed state of dress could be used to her advantage. Through rigorous testing over multiple weeks it soon emerged that no matter the subject: Atlas History, Advanced Dust Mechanics, music or writing practice Weiss’s ability to focus and perform was greatly improved by the simple removal of the lingering distraction of her clothes.

Having thoroughly established that the removal of her outer most clothing had led to such improvements Weiss could not help but speculate what further benefits could be gained from discarding even more. Thus, it was with a certain lingering hint of trepidation that Weiss decided to disrobe herself of her silken lingerie. Weiss ensured she kept her dressing gown within easy reach as she settled herself down at her desk.

Despite the sound logic which had served as the foundation of her experiment it seemed her hypothesis had proved incorrect. Instead it was proving to have the opposite effect to what Weiss had originally envisioned. Rather than allowing her to focus on her work by removing another potential source of irritation Weiss found herself even more distracted than usual.

Weiss felt the hint of arousal growing inside of her, yet at the same time she couldn’t convince herself it was an entirely negative feeling. In fact, Weiss found she quite enjoyed this rather unexpected discovery. Weiss found the experience rather liberating, the hint of anticipation at the prospect that she may be caught only adding to the feeling.

Weiss decided to continue her investigation outside of her academic studies, pushing the boundaries of the things she could accomplish whilst naked. To that end, Weiss started lounging around her room unclothed with greater frequency. Relaxing, reading, even practicing her sword forms. The lack of support to her chest did little to hinder her, much to her secret frustration.

Weiss began to grow bolder as time went on, going so far as to sit at her windowsill overlooking the courtyard while enjoying her late morning tea. It was during one such bold display of exhibitionism Weiss had begun to feel an overwhelming desire to tease herself.

Weiss had started slowly. She reached her hand up to the base of her neck, tickling the tips of her fingers across her collarbone. From there she worked her way downwards across her front, feeling the gentle swell of her breasts rising beneath her touch. Circling back around she brushed against the swiftly hardening nub of her nipple. She began to trace her way around it, eliciting a shiver to cascade through her body as the nub hardened by the second.

At the same time her other hand followed a straight line from the base of her neck, through the valley of her cleavage and across the flat plain of her stomach. Already Weiss could feel her erection growing, her lips wetting even before her fingers reached her cock.

Despite the freezing temperatures outside anyone brave enough to venture into the courtyard, and glance up to her window, would be treated to the sight the future first lady of Atlas touching herself dressed in nothing more than a hair pin and wry smile.

Weiss swiftly found that her fingers could no longer continue to satisfy her. While she had no access to dedicated sex toys the heiress had found a plethora of ways to improvise. The corner of a table or the rounded edge of a pillow served its purpose well.

Yet still she felt as though something were missing. Weiss began to ponder that perhaps it was not the nudity alone which enticed her, but the boldness of the new experience which drove her to even greater heights of ecstasy. Weiss concluded that the only way to continue this meteoric rise in her pleasure was to push herself further than she had dared. Until this moment her activities had been confined to her room, the door lock safely secured. That was about to change.

Over the next few days Weiss had conducted several practices through the winding corridors of the Schnee estate. Despite having lived here all her life and knowing the entirety of the estate from memory Weiss was never one to enter a situation unprepared. While the Schnee manor was large it was not so big that she could move freely without the risk of running into someone. Weiss spent the time working out her path and identifying places she could flee should things deteriorate or her will prove to be weaker than she had anticipated.

Weiss eventually reached the point where she was determined to make the attempt for real. Weiss chose her moment with great care. She chose a night she knew her father was away on business in the capital and her mother and sister were attending a social function, not returning until the next morning. This left only the servants who would have completed their daily duties and returned to their quarters by now. Despite these assurances of solitude Weiss’s heart continued to beat furiously in her chest at the prospect of what she was about to do.

Weiss stood naked in her room, watching herself in her full-length dressing mirror. Weiss ran her hands up the length of her supple body, the tingling caress of her skin assuring her that this was real. She took a deep breath to steady herself, releasing it in a slow exhale.

Weiss turned and walked proudly across the length of the room, her bare feet clapping against the carpeted floor. Weiss reached out and released the catch on her bedroom door, the first trial had been overcome. Weiss gripped the door handle eased it open.

Peeking outside Weiss found the corridor quiet. Weiss dared to step an explorative toe across the threshold. Leaning out further, fully prepared to pull herself back inside at the first sign of movement, Weiss was able to gain a better view of the corridor in both directions.

Assured by her observations Weiss dared to take her next step, her whole body now outside of her room, naked. Weiss maintained her hold over the door handle in case she needed to make a swift retreat. She made sure to close the door softly behind her in case anyone walked past and noticed her absence. Any visitors who were to come knocking at this hour would likely assume she was sleeping.

Weiss released her hand from the handle as she took another tentative step into the centre of the corridor. There was no chance of concealing herself anymore. If someone were to emerge around the corner at either end of the corridor at this very moment they would be presented with the unobstructed view of a naked Weiss. The very thought of it sent a tingling sensation through her body, she was really doing this.

Weiss stepped down the corridor, feeling herself slowly growing in confidence and conviction as she walked. With each step the innate excitement continued to rise inside of her. It wasn’t just about being caught, the very idea devastated her. It was the anticipation of it all, the trill which came with not knowing whether she would be discovered

Weiss began to feel so secure that she even felt a spring beginning to form in her step, taking ever greater steps as she made her way down the hallway. It wasn’t long before Weiss became so bold as to start adding some impromptu dance movements into her walk, combining those she had learnt for combat with those of her classical dance training.

Every step she took caused her erection to bounce and shake wildly in front of her, her member refusing to subside even a little. What by all accounts should be a terrifying ordeal only strained her organ to even greater pride and rigidity. What had begun as terrified steps had suddenly exploded into an impromptu dance route along the grand halls of the Schnee manor.

Weiss’s performance came to a muted end however as she was faced with perhaps her greatest obstacle so far. She approached the junction in the corridor with caution. Here she was faced with an even greater prospect of being discovered and had to consider where she would dare to head next.

Weiss ended her step just short of the boundary, pressing herself against the wall for what little cover it offered her. Weiss dared to peer around the corner, finding the next hallway as empty as the first. She held herself there and took several deep breaths, enjoying the brief moment of respite even as the adrenaline fuelled thrill continued to play havoc with her sensibilities.

Weiss took a leap of faith and stepped down the hallway leading deeper into the estate. Weiss moved with the same boundless steps as she had before, eager to discover what else lay ahead of her. Weiss’s gait slowed to a trot as she caught sight of what was hanging on the wall.

Beaming down on her from on high were the portraits of her dear departed ancestors. It was said that the Schnee family could be traced back to the first settlers to arrive on Solitas. Those first few quickly rose to the highest ranks of the emerging aristocracy. Weiss had been taught to remember all their names by heart.

Earl Emmanuelle de Monforte Schnee, Countess Amélie la Rouche Schnee, Countess Nunnally La Fayette Schnee. All of them long since passed and all of them great in their right if the family histories were to be believed. Feeling her heart quicken Weiss spread her arms and legs wide around her, feeling her chest heaving with excitement as she presented herself unabashedly.

Weiss could not help but wonder what her ancestors would think if they saw her now. What they would say to the very idea of one of their descendants being so vulgar and brash as she was. Weiss felt elated at the very idea, like nothing else she did could ever-

A sharp yelp followed by the crash of metal striking the floor withdrew Weiss back to reality in an instant. She turned towards the sound. She found a serving girl with long auburn hair, her hands clasped tightly over her mouth and freshly polished cutlery strewn across the floor at her feet. The girls overwhelming expression of shock said it all. Weiss had been so engrossed that she hadn’t even noticed her.

Weiss was the first to react. Turning away she ran down the hallway with as much speed as she could muster. Weiss’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she ran, hoping that the girl wouldn’t think to follow her. Weiss didn’t stop until she reached her room, pulling the door closed behind her and locking it securely in place.

Weiss pressed her back into the door for support, her breath rasping in and out as she fought to sustain herself. She was unbelievably excited, she never imagined such a thing would ever feel so amazing. While previously she may have only understood the pleasure theoretically only now she could understand the practical appeal.

Weiss grasped her hand tightly around the shaft of her member. This was going to be a long night.

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Weiss’s eyes fluttered open as she awoke in her bed. This morning she felt decidedly unenthusiastic to face the day ahead of her. She could not help but envisage the unbearable awkwardness she would face if she ever encountered the same serving girl again. Weiss forced herself from her bed in the end. She was a Schnee, and part of that was having the resolve to face the inevitable.

Having washed and dressed Weiss stepped out into the corridor, finding it empty. While it was almost always quiet this silence felt different than it ever had. Weiss headed down the corridor towards the dining hall for breakfast. With each step she took her confidence grew that everything did indeed seem normal. Perhaps she had been just getting agitated over-

“-going to believe what Marie claims she saw last night” a voice asked.

“What do you mean?” another voice asked.

“She was all tense and jumpy” the first voice responded.

Weiss dared to approach cautiously towards the voices, peering around the corner she saw two of the servants chatting as they cleaned the hallway. A shorter girl with blonde hair contained in a neat ponytail, another with bangs of deep red hair.

“She said she saw someone in the corridor last night. A girl, pale skin and flowing white hair” the blonde girl said, passing the extended duster along the rails of the curtains. “What’s more, she was naked!”

“You don’t really believe she saw something like that” the redhead replied. “I mean, really saw a ghost?”

‘Ghost?’ Weiss thought to herself.

“Whatever it was, she really did seem tense about it” the blonde continued. “You better be careful walking around at night or she might just show up for you as well”

And thus, was born the legend of the Naked Ghost Girl.

***************Authors Nonsense***************
Marie attends to Weiss at lunch the next day. Marie continues to act awkwardly, no doubt the result of what had passed between them the previous day. Weiss finished her meal as the she came forward to remove her plates. A lingering awkwardness hung between them as Marie fought desperately to avoid meeting Weiss’s gaze.

Weiss attempts to break the looming tension: “What’s on the menu for dessert?”

Marie lays the plates out on the trolley.

Marie checks her scroll: “The chef has prepared a fine selection of fruits, freshly poured ice cream or perhaps some-”

Maries face lights up in bright redness.

Marie: “Um, Spotted Dick”

Weiss turns red to match her.

Weiss: “Just some fruit, please”
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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