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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 Minor Canon divergence: Weiss and her parents have a frosty relationship, Jacques is slightly less of a complete arsehole

Ruby x Willow (Schnee Mother) (Red Willow): Futanari (Ruby), Flirty, MILF, Under the table, Teasing, Foot play, Stockings, Mild Dub-con

Ruby x Weiss (White Rose): Futanari (Ruby), Blowjob, Handjob, Fingering, Under formal dress, Tsundere Weiss, Romantic Fluff

Ruby knew she was so incredibly far outside of her comfort zone, she might as well have been in another world entirely for all the difference it made.

Ruby found herself presented with what looked to her like the sort of thing Zwei would bring back from the forests in Patch. Weiss said it was some kind of rare fish found only in the seas off the northern ice flows of Atlas. If this was what it looked like even after being prepared by top chefs she was rather glad it was rare.

Whatever it was, it tasted about as good as it looked, leaving a heavily bitter aftertaste in the wake of every mouthful. While her first instinct had been to just wolf it down as quickly as she could, if only to get it off her plate, she knew such a thing would not be appreciated in present company. Only adding to her confusion was the seemingly endless array of unique cutlery which made her question whether she was supposed to be using a new fork for every bite. But in the end her biggest challenge was sitting at the head of the table, and it was named Jacques Schnee.

“So Ruby” Jacques Schnee finally spoke to break the lingering silence that had hung thick almost since the dinner began. They’d somehow managed to make it through starters with barely a word spoken between them. “Weiss tells me that you were accepted into Beacon two years early. You must have had some sterling academic credentials”

Ruby shifted in her seat, sitting at the edge of one end of the long dining table which spanned the length of a vast hall. The entire décor, snow whites and ice blues, matched the ever-present atmosphere. At the head of the table was the master of the household, Jacques Schnee.

While Ruby had not prepared much of an image in her head of what she had expected him to look like, Mr Schnee seemed rather more human than some of Weiss’s more inflammatory descriptions would have you believe. Across from Ruby, sitting at her husband’s right hand, was the lady of the house, Willow Schnee. Willow seemed a lot closer to what Ruby might have expected. Her features remained amazingly youthful despite her status as Winter and Weiss’s mother, an exaltation of the benefits of a life spent in high society perhaps.

Willow had the same long white hair which seemed to be a Schnee family trait. But while Winter and Weiss styled theirs for practicality Willow had hers held in an elaborate plumage across the back of her head with a few lingering strands left to flutter across her shoulders. The style reminded Ruby of some of the exotic birds found amongst the wildlands of Mistral. Ruby was about to joke to Weiss that maybe her mom intended it as some kind of courtship display but decided to not to take the risk, she had more important things to focus on that trying to make crass jokes.

At Rubys side, sitting at her father’s left hand, was her teammate and long-term partner Weiss Schnee. Weiss had invited Ruby home with her to Atlas for the weekend to stay with her parents. It turned out that, despite their best efforts to keep the relationship known only to those closest to them at Beacon, Jacques Schnee was nothing if not relentless in his questioning over why his daughter had taken such a particular fondness to only one of her teammates. The explanation that they were merely training together to improve their cohesion as team partners could only be sustained for so long before the truth had to emerge.

Weiss for her part was never one to take things at face value when it came to Atlas high society, her parents, or any combination of the two. Sensing an ulterior motive, likely to brand Ruby as some country bumpkin from some nowhere island that self-identified as part of Vale only so the other Kingdoms could find it on a map, Weiss began drilling her crimsonette leader in proper etiquette.

Things did not get off to a promising start when Weiss had to explain, very calmly, that it was not an appropriate introduction to simply hold out her hand and say, ‘Greetings Mr S, I’m Ruby Rose, I sleep on top of your daughter at night’. (A/N: Bunk beds, she means bunk beds!)

In the end, Weiss felt she had managed to teach Ruby enough that she was, while not fluent, at least able to grasp the key points of decorum in Atlas.

“I like to think I did ok at Signal” Ruby laid her cutlery aside as she spoke. “But I think what really did it was meeting Professor Ozpin after I stopped some thugs trying to steal a load of Dust from a shop. But I’m sure you know all about that” it took a lingering moment before Ruby realised her blunder. “The Dust I mean, not the robbery” Ruby tried to recover. “You know, because you own the company… that makes Dust” Rubys attempts at clarification did not soften Jacques expression. Even Weiss’s chilly stare told Ruby she should probably stop at this point.

Ruby thought she was at least having better luck with Willow, who spent much of the meal passing Ruby encouraging smiles from across the table.

“So, Ruby” Willow interjected. “You are your team leader at Beacon?”

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal though” Ruby replied humbly. “It’s just me and Weiss, our friend Blake and my sister Yang”

“A sister?” Willow said with an added tint of enthusiasm. “Nice to know there are more Roses out there in the world”

“Well, half-sister really” Ruby corrected. “You see our dad remarried and met my mum and so here I am”

“Still” Willow took another tasting sip of her wine. “A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. I wonder, is she quite as captivating as you? There’s not many who can claim to have quite such, silver eyes”

“Shes, err, different” Ruby replied. “Shes a lot taller, more muscular than I am”

“I see” Willow said. “Then perhaps we have your mother to thank for your rather, adorable features”

“Did Weiss ever tell you how we first met?” Ruby tried to divert the conversation. “It’s kind of funny really. You see, we actually met on the first day at Beacon when I managed to blow-” Ruby felt a sharp kick of Weiss’s well-heeled shoe against her shin, perhaps harder than was strictly necessary but the point was made nonetheless. “-her away with my knowledge of Dust” Ruby swiftly corrected herself.

“I’m sure there’s a lot Weiss could learn from you about the exotic applications of Dust” Willow raised another sip of her glass to her lips. “Perhaps you would even be willing to show me a few things, when we can be allowed some privacy of course” the brief flutter of a wink accompanying the words set Ruby on the back foot.

“Yeah, of course” was all Ruby would think to reply.

Ruby was not always clued in on social cues, Yang telling her as much in the most sisterly way possible. But she got the strangest impression that Weiss’s mum was hitting on her?

That couldn’t be right. The number of times Ruby had grasped the wrong end of the stick in social situations was too many for her to remember. Ruby glanced over to Weiss for some semblance of reassurance that she wasn’t misinterpreting the situation, but Weiss’s expression remained unconcerned. Ruby finally convinced herself that she was just imagining things.

“Ruby is quite adept in her use of Dust” Weiss spoke up. “She regularly designs and builds upgrades for her own equipment and has even…”

Ruby felt something touch her leg. It was softly at first, a feeling she could easily dismiss as a nervous twitch or a trick of the mind. Then it began to become more insistent, more frequent as she felt it moving and feeling its way across the curve of her knee.

At first, she thought it was Weiss’s hand, momentarily taken aback at the thought of Weiss being so forward in front of her parents like that. But when Ruby looked over she saw both of Weiss’s hands were resting on the table as she continued to speak. Could it have been Weiss’s leg? Weiss may be nimble but even she couldn’t turn herself through those sorts of angles and still keep to her seat beside her.

The truth of the situation was even more difficult for Ruby to make sense of given Weiss’s decision on her choice of wardrobe for the evening. Weiss had insisted in dressing her in some voluptuous red thing with a seemingly endless number of frills and elaborate designs woven into the fabric. Ruby had suggested that she could just wear what she had worn to the Prom at Beacon but Weiss was adamant such an outfit would not stand up to scrutiny by her parents. The layered ruffles of the dress muffled the caresses and seemed only to encourage the explorative appendage to delve deeper. Whatever it was it was long, dexterous and-

Across the table, Willow maintained an unwavering poker face as she listened intently to her daughter singing her partners praises on her knowledge of Dust. Beneath the table was a different story all together as Willows agile foot, devoid of its finely crafted heeled shoe, managed to find its way between Rubys legs.

Despite the layers between them created first by Rubys dress and again by the lace stockings adorning Willows shapely legs Willows touch was still having an effect. Ruby could already begin to feel a part of herself stirring, evidenced by the tenting in the front of the dress. She could feel herself straining against the delicate underwear Weiss had insisted she wear. Ruby feared for the wrath that would be wrought if even a single stitch was left out of place because she wouldn’t keep herself under control.

Ruby tried to keep herself balanced, but every effort to supress her desires only seemed to enflame them further. Even the old standby of imagining Professor Port in a mankini did doing little to keep herself in check. For whatever reason it was at this moment that her conscious mind decided to make the connection which made the situation that much more awkward.

Looking across the table Ruby began to take note of the striking resemblance between Willow and her youngest daughter. While Winter may have looked like Weiss’s older sibling Willow looked remarkably like Weiss herself, given a few decades and an idyllic life of pampering. This only seemed to encourage her loins to grow further, now making the mental connection between Weiss and Willows relentless attentions.

Thoughts began to permeate Rubys mind of Weiss being the one to tease her. The illicit thrill that accompanied it made her fear that she was about ready to reach the point of no return any moment now. Even the abject horror and embarrassment at the prospect of being discovered somehow reformed itself into a pleasurable anticipation. Ruby vividly imagined the stunned expressions of Weiss’s parents as the truth was revealed to them. She saw Weiss basking in the afterglow of the revelation, knowing that in a single act she had struck a blow against the protracted rules and arcane etiquettes she had been forced to labour under her entire life.

Ruby felt the tip of Willows foot brush past the head of her hardened member. Even as she was met by Rubys secret her expression never faltered. Ruby was not sure whether Weiss had divulged to her parents about her unique trait or whether Willow was merely that skilled at maintaining her façade of nobility. Ruby tried her best to match her composure but Willows agile foot was proving too great of a distraction, whether through ingenuity or sheer luck managing to search out each of Rubys sweet spots in quick succession.

The momentary distraction of the servants coming forwards to clear the plates allowed Ruby a modicum of relief. Her mind was telling her to stop this while another part of her anatomy begged to differ. She just had to hope that Weiss hadn’t noticed-

Glancing to her side Ruby felt the colour draining from her expression as she was met by Weiss staring daggers at her. If ever glares could kill, Weiss would probably be the one to find out.

‘Yeah, she noticed.’

Ruby tried to motion back with an expression which said, ‘It’s not me, really’ but Weiss was having none of it.

“Will you excuse us” Weiss spoke through gritted teeth. Rising from her seat she reached across to grab Ruby by the wrist and practically dragged her from the dining room after her, setting a remarkable pace down the carpeted corridor in heels.

At the table Jacques gave a cursory glance towards his wife, seeking some explanation as to his daughter’s sudden outburst. He was well aware of Weiss’s hot-headed tendencies but couldn’t quite decipher exactly what had been the cause of her rebelliousness this time. Willow simply gave an innocent shrug before helping herself to another sip of her wine.

After being drawn into an adjoining room Ruby found herself perched on the edge of a marble counter in a large bathroom. The walls were adorned in pale white colours and even had a chandelier suspended above the wide tub which dominated the centre of the room.

Weiss secured the wide double doors behind her. Turning to press her back against the only exit she ensured there was to be no escape from whatever she had planned. Weiss suddenly propelled herself across the room towards Ruby, grasping her arms and bringing her face mere inches from Rubys. Weiss’s eyes were alight with barely restrained fury. “Right, what the hell is going on?”

Weiss was not one to allow her emotions to creep to the surface, that alone proved the severity of their current situation.

“I’m sorry Weiss” Ruby replied, deciding to get that out of the way first before her mouth could get her into any further trouble. “But your mum was making all those quips and then she started doing that thing under the table and-”

Weiss glanced down. Upon seeing the tent forming in the front of Rubys dress her eyes widened like saucers, her brief outpouring of anger immediately turning to shock. “She didn’t”

“Yeah, she did” Ruby admitted sheepishly.

“And you did that!” Weiss shrieked, her shock beginning to shift back towards anger.

“I didn’t have much choice” Ruby pleaded. “She was being all flirty then she started teasing me down there. Before I realised it, I noticed she kind of looks like you and that made me think of you doing it-”

“Ruby” Weiss held her hand up to cease her lovers rambling. “Let me give you one simple piece of advice. No girl wants to be reminded that she’ll someday look like her mother”

“But like you said, it made me like this” Ruby indicated the bulge in the front of her dress. “So, I guess that bodes well for us in the future, don’t you think?”

It was in this moment that Weiss was faced with one of those pivotal moments in life. She could either decide to kiss Ruby for being so sweet or slap her for being a complete dolt. The keen strategist that she was, Weiss chose a third option. Lowering herself to her knees Weiss began lifting the hem of Rubys voluptuous dress.

“Weiss, what are you-” Ruby didn’t get an answer before Weiss had dived beneath the seemingly never-ending frills of Atlesian tailoring.

Bathed in the thick film of darkness Weiss had to rely upon touch alone if she had any hope of finding her way around. Reaching out an inquisitive hand her fingers met the silky-smooth skin of Rubys thigh, the unexpected contact causing Ruby to yelp in surprise. Tracing her fingers along the curve of Ruby’s inner thigh, never breaking contact lest she once more lose herself in this abyss, her fingers met in the middle at the base of Rubys throbbing member.

Weiss traced her finger tips across the soft material of Rubys underwear, one she had chosen both for its exceptional quality and the way it formed perfectly to the curve of Rubys body. Normally. In Rubys current state the material threatened to tear under the immense strain of Rubys ever growing member.

Weiss carefully reached inside, using her dexterous fingers to preserve the exquisite example of Atlesian fashion as she withdrew the straining underwear to one side. Rubys stiff member immediately leapt out to greet her, feeling the brush of the air across her face at its sudden appearance.

Weiss sought out the tip of Rubys penis with the tip of her tongue, feeling Rubys body quiver all around her as Weiss made her first fleeting contact. Weiss caressed her tongue around the flared head, feeling the familiar give and rebound as the pressure was applied and released intermittently. Weiss began to trace her lips across the shaft itself, just below the crown at first before descending lower to leave a trail of fresh saliva in her wake.

Soon Weiss’s hand dared to enter the fray, gently caressing the places where her lips had yet to tread themselves. The heiress’s finely manicured fingers moved up and down the length of the shaft with the greatest of ease, spreading the moisture so it covered the entire length.

At the same time Weiss’s other hand began to trace circles around Rubys wet pussy lips, the two-pronged assault only enhancing Rubys pleasure. During their time together, Weiss usually focussed her attentions on a single point, whether gently caressing her shaft or deftly fingering her lips. It was a rare treat when she could summon up the ambidexterity to handle both at the same time.

The depth and rhythm of the blowjob intensified as Ruby reached out to grasp the mound in the front of her dress for support, feeling the mass bob up and down beneath her grip. This whole endeavour was quick and primal, designed to deliver the most pleasure in the shortest possible time. This was so unlike Weiss usually, requiring some arcane ritual just to get her top button undone.

The juxtaposition between the warm mouth and the soft hands was quickly proving too much for Ruby to handle. Ruby knew that Weiss would never forgive her for blowing up in her face and completely ruining her makeup, again. But at this rate Ruby didn’t really have much say in the matter. With all of Willows teasing and now Weiss’s intervention any remnant of the crimsonettes self-control had long since been overtaken.

As she let loose her fury Ruby was forced to grasp and claw at the mound of her dress desperately for purchase. What started out as a single powerful release was quickly followed by several smaller waves in quick succession as Weiss continued to suck Rubys member, enduring that all that Ruby had to give with not a single drop lingering in reserve.

As Ruby was left basking in the afterglow of such an intense experience her dress began to shift as Weiss moved to release herself of its confines. Weiss rose to her feet as she brushed the lingering creases from her dress, her angelic figure marred only by the straining bulge in her cheeks as the evidence of the scale of Rubys release. Weiss gulped it down in a single movement as if it were entirely natural to her.

Ruby panted to regain her breath, her cheeks flushed bright red and her body quivering to such a degree that it took both her hands clasped tightly on the edge of the bathtub to keep herself upright. Weiss paid her little attention as she turned to inspect her appearance in the wall mirror.

“Weiss” Ruby managed through ragged pants. “Why did you-”

“I couldn’t have you embarrassing yourself in front of my parents” Weiss remarked without glancing back, adjusting the few strands of hair that had dared to go awry. “This was the most efficient way to resolve the issue”

“I just didn’t expect you to, you know” Ruby mused, unable to bring herself to say the word even after what they had just experienced together.

“And don’t be expecting me to be doing that for you again anytime soon” Weiss retorted.

Ruby felt compelled to ask. “Do you want me to…”

“Unlike you, I actually have a modicum of self-restraint and can reign in my baser instincts” Weiss put the final changes to her appearance in the mirror, turning back to face Ruby as she grasped her hands wide on her hips. “That being said” Weiss’s expression turned deadly serious. “The moment that we are alone together you shall immediately remove both my dress and your own and proceed to ravish me relentlessly until I am listless and hoarse from screaming your name for all of Atlas to bear witness to your prowess. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Weiss” Ruby called back without thinking.

Ruby had to admit that she was getting surprisingly flustered at being met by forceful Weiss. Ruby wasn’t sure how she was ever going to make it through dessert.

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

<Winter and Willow enjoying tea the morning after the dinner>

Winter: “How was the dinner with Weiss and Ruby?”

Willow: “She was very sweet and charming. But let me tell you, she has quite the secret under those adorable features of hers. It was so big and firm I’m surprised she can even stand up straight, I don’t know how Weiss expects to handle it on her own. Still, I shouldn’t need to worry about grandchildren for too long now”

Winter: “Are you sure it wasn’t just the table leg?”

Willow: “Winter my dear, after several decades of marriage I think I’ve learned the distinction between the two. In fact, I used to do those sorts of things for your father when we were first married. Although I have to say, compared to discovery of what Miss Rose has…”

<Willow takes another sip of her tea>

Willow: “Button mushroom”

<Winter spit takes her tea at the mental image>

Writing this I was working under the impression that the name of Weiss’s mother had been revealed to be Willow and that, although she hasn’t appeared in person, her appearance was at least hinted at in a family portrait in the Schnee Manor. Turns out I may have been remembering those wrong, or at least they haven’t been confirmed officially, but I’m just going to run with it.

This series is also going to rather more Weiss heavy than I’d first expected. While I admitted I had a thing for White Rose when I began it wasn’t until I set about writing that a lot of my ideas started involved Weiss either as a major player or at least turning up in some fashion. Therefore, a lot, but not all, of the future chapters will likely involve Weiss in some respect.

I think the reason is not only do I like her as one half of my favourite ship but her initial personality as the bitchy heiress has proven a deep vein of inspiration and comedy so far. So, look forward to more of that.
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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