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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: Ruby, Masturbation, Mother-Daughter Incest (Sort of?), Lactation, Anal fingering

Summer: Young Summer, Exhibitionist, Masturbation, Lactation

Ruby always hated spring cleaning. The entire concept seemed to have been invented by some busy body with nothing better to occupy their time than to reshuffle a bunch of old junk. What was wrong with simply letting it gather dust in storage as nature, and procrastination, intended?

It seemed that her views were in the minority, outvoted two to one by her own family. Yang was busy clearing out the barn turned garage. Most of the mess in there was her assorted tools and parts for Bumblebee so it only seemed appropriate. Taiyang was busy clearing out the basement. This left Ruby to sort through the random assortment of items left in the attic.

It was amazing how a family of three could still accumulate so much stuff only for it to end up in storage for years. This left her to search through piles upon piles of poorly labelled boxes filled with broken electronics, long discarded clothes and random curiosities.

Reaching up to the top of the stack Ruby pulled down another box to continue her search. She opened the top of the box only for a fresh upwash of dust to plume into her face. Brushing the lingering dust away Ruby focussed herself on simply getting through this while resisting the temptation to throw the next broken storage heater she uncovered straight out the window.

Ruby started categorising the contents of the latest box. VHS copy of ‘The Little Huntress Who Slew the Beowolf’, trash. Well-worn copy of ‘Classification of Indigenous Vale Flora and Fauna’, back in storage. Comedy blonde afro wig reminiscent of the one Taiyang insisted on wearing to chaperon Rubys school dance at Signal, to the darkest recesses of her mind that no amount of therapy will ever dislodge it.

Ruby was fully prepared to cast the box aside and swiftly move onto the next one when she noticed something sitting at the bottom. Reaching inside Ruby pulled out a large envelope heavily covered with dust. Opening the lip she pulled out a stack of old photo prints.

Ruby sat herself down on a mostly clear area of the attic floor. It was years since any of them had even used an old film camera. These were probably back when Yang was still at Signal. That would have been before Summer…

Ruby shook her head, turning her attention back to the photos in her hand. Scanning through them her assumption about the date was correct.

Yangs sixth birthday party.

Ruby and Yang burying Uncle Qrow at the Beach.

Ruby dressed as Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween with Yang beside her as the Big Bad Beowolf.

A family walk in the woods around Patch.

Ruby could feel her heart rise in her chest as the memories returned to her. She recognised a lot of these from digital prints spread around the house. These were likely the originals they were taken from.

As Ruby continued her deep dive into history, she began to uncover more photos going back even before Ruby was old enough to remember. She found one from when she was first born. A photo of Summer holding baby Ruby in her arms as she suckled eagerly at her mothers’ breast. Summer looked so amazing, so young and beautiful. Ruby began to realise what TaiYang had meant when he said that Ruby was looking more and more like her mother.

Ruby turned over to uncover the next photo. Her eyes flashed; she was sure that the dust must finally be getting to her. Summer was laid out across the bed, her head supported on her arm and a coquettish smile played across her lips. A black see through nightie was draped across her body, forming across her delectable frame. Ruby suspected that this particular photo might have been intended for certain people’s eyes only.

Ruby might have been able to dismiss it as an anomaly, only for any such thoughts to be swiftly disproved as she hastily moved to the next photo. The photo returned to Yangs birthday party. From this angle Summer was stood against the wall of the kitchen with the open door beside into the lounge where the party was enjoying a rousing game of pass the parcel.

Summer had her top pulled up and her jeans drawn around her thighs. It seemed she had found a unique use for the left-over icing she had prepared for Yangs cake. A mound of delectable frosting was spread over her nipples and her clit. Some of it was already beginning to melt and leak down her front to reveal small hints of pink topping her breasts beneath the sea of creamy white.

Ruby turned over to the next photo. Summer was dressed in her long white bedsheet as a ghost for Halloween. What Ruby and Yang hadn’t realised at the time was when Summer lifted the front of her costume to reveal she was naked beneath the sheet. Her bright pink nipples stood pert and erect in the evening chill. Ruby could even make out the tell-tale sheen of juice dribbling down her mother’s thighs.

Ruby had never realised her mother was an exhibitionist. Or quite how lovely she looked. Ruby could not help but feel something stir inside of her. She knew that she was into girls. She also knew that she was alone right now, she had been for the past several hours. Still, she felt the need the glance around the loft to reassure herself before laying herself down on the floor, bringing her knees up as she braced her back against the stack of boxes.

Another photo. Summer was laid out in the shadow cast by the beach umbrella. She was dressed, if that was the right word, in her frilly bright blue swimsuit top and bottoms. In this particular shot both the top and the bottoms had been positioned in such a way as to leave very little to the imagination. All the while Summer lay winking to the camera, spreading a thick application of lotion across her stomach causing her skin to glisten in the reflected sun.

Ruby could feel her fingers moving of their own accord. Without conscious effort she began to tease the tips of her fingers around the peak of her breasts, feeling the pert nipples rising to attention beneath her touch. The soft material of her top rubbed across the sensitive nubs, only serving to excite her further.

While one hand grasped a handful of her pert breast, her free hand moved swiftly across the flat expanse of her front. Her fingers slipped beneath the lip of her skirt and found themselves buried between her legs, rubbing back and forth across the thin material of her panties.

Ruby could not help but feel weird at the idea of pleasuring herself to her mother. The thought of indulging in the ultimate taboo only served to excite her more. The tingling flashes and the growing dampness of her underwear reaffirmed this.

Another photo. Summer dressed in her old Beacon uniform. Having originally worn it as a teenager the outfit proved ill-suited to accommodate her more motherly physique. The jacket and white shirt formed closely around her chest as the material fought to constrain them. Her skirt rode immodestly high on her curvaceous thighs, whether by accident or intent, to reveal her lack of underwear beneath. It was amazing how a few small alterations could turn an image of modesty to the pure embodiment of desire.

Rubys fingers slipped beneath the lip of her underwear. Instantly she felt the difference as her fingers caressed her moist pussy lips without restriction. Ruby dared to slip her fingers just inside, just enough to dampen her fingers with the result of her arousal. At the same time, she lifted the front of her top, feeling the tip of her fingers tickling their way across her bare front before they reached the underside of the cup of her bra.

Moving to the next image Ruby uncovered a picture which, as weird it as it may seem, might have even been taken with her in mind. Summer was laid out coquettishly across the bed, her pale white skin contrasting sharply with the deep red of the bedsheets beneath her. Even though she was without a scrap of clothing to speak of, her modesty was well protected by the flat side of her signature broadsword laid out in front of her.

While Rubys main focus may have been on the wielder herself she could not help but admire the craftsmanship of the weapon along with it. What she wouldn’t give to see her mother wielding such a thing in person… naked… and with a lot of jumping so she would have ample opportunity to admire her…

Ruby swiftly lost her train of thought. The crimsonette forced herself to return to the matter at hand lest she manage to paradoxically rob herself of her relief by becoming too consumed in her own fantasy. Her fingers slipped beneath the thin material of her bra, feeling the soft pert mound of her breast dropping down into her waiting palm. Her fingertip caressed the peak of her nipple and a renewed jolt of pleasure shot through her.

Ruby turned over to another photo. The young huntress froze right then and there. Summer was naked, crouched on the bed and looking coquettishly towards the camera. Her hand was wrapped around her breast as she drew it up to her mouth to teasingly suck on her erect nipple. Her other hand pinched her other breast between her fingers.

Peering closer Ruby noticed another detail, the tell-tale lines of white dribbling down her chin, milk. Ruby could hardly remember what it might have tasted like when she was little. She could not help but wonder if it really was as good as her mother’s rapturous expression was suggesting. Maybe one day, after she had a child of her own, she would be able to find out for herself.

Ruby didn’t have quite the bust necessary to latch onto her own nipple quite like her mother was. But just seeing such a thing in front of her caused a swell of excitement to rise inside of her. Ruby pinched her nipple between her finger, feeling the delicate nub harden as a sharp jolt passed through her body. Ruby had to wonder if sensitive nipples could be a hereditary trait.

Returning her attention to the next picture Ruby found that the images had transitioned from teasing to outright erotic. Summer was laid spread eagle on the bed, a bright pink dildo held in her hand with over half the shaft buried between her pussy lips.

Ruby began to match her mother. Substituting her fingers for the toy Ruby began to tease her fingers in and out of herself, feeling her walls clutching and clawing at her intrusion. Her fingers curled upwards inside of herself, brushing a particularly sensitive spot enticed a fresh ripple of ecstasy inside of herself. Ruby pinched her erect nipple between her fingers. Another jolt of excitement. She dared to pinch a little tighter, another sharp throb of pleasure.

Part of her was simply content to see herself to completion with this image. Another part of her yearned to uncover whatever else was lying in wait for her. Reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her breast Ruby turned over to the next image before eagerly returning her hand to her breast.

Looking at the next photo Ruby had to restrain herself from cumming right then and there. Summer was bent over on the bed, the round cheeks of her butt thrust high into the air towards the camera. The same bright pink dildo was buried deep into her ass while her fingers thrust furiously into her pussy.

Staring at the sight in front of her, Ruby was stunned. While she was far from the demure little kid people might expect she was hardly naïve. And yet, she had never considered that as a possibility. The illicit thoughts drove a fresh feeling of desire from deep inside of her. Already far outside her usual comfort zone Ruby could not help but be tempted to be drawn in further.

Ruby lifted herself up from her sitting position. Turning over she lay herself down on the floor with her pert butt raised in the air to match Summer. With the picture in front of her to guide her Ruby reached her hand between her legs, circling the tips of her fingers across the outer ring of her butthole. The effect was pronounced and immediate. She felt some new source of pleasure coursing through her body, sharp jolts of ecstasy pulsing along nerves she never knew could feel this way.

Ruby reluctantly withdrew her fingers from around her ass. Although she was far from an expert on the subject, she had a sneaking suspicion that going in dry would prove a less than enjoyable experience. Ruby sucked and licked around the tip of her fingers, practically slobbering over the digit like Zwei at the first mention of kibble.

Rubys moistened fingers swiftly returned to circling around her puckered entrance. Ruby dared to press the tip of her fingers against the centre of her asshole. She felt her muscles constricting, resisting the intrusion as she tried to tease her finger deeper. Despite her body’s natural reluctance, she was determined to uncover the secrets of anal of pleasure.

Ruby pressed forward once again, once more her muscles did everything in their power to resist her. The moment when they were finally overcome was sudden and expected. One moment her muscles were clenched firmly shut, the next they opened like a blooming flower as her finger drove deeply inside of her.

Rubys lips let loose with a deep howl, forcing her to swiftly slap her free hand over her mouth to supress it. Even as one hand clutched tightly across her mouth the other continued to thrust deeply inside of her. The crimsonette experimentally curled her finger up inside of herself, the tips brushing a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves and sending her entire body into deep convulsions of ecstasy.

Putting aside any thoughts of modesty or restraint Ruby reached her other hand across to bury her fingers into her pussy. She began thrusting in and out wildly with little regard for technique or subtlety. Although this left her in an awkward pose, her ass raised high into the air and her face pressed ungainly into the floor, she didn’t care. For the moment at least, her whole world was focussed between her pussy and her butt.

Ruby continued to pleasure herself from both sides as she drew ever closer to her inevitable release. The time was mercifully short before the crimsonette peaked into her shuddering orgasm. Feeling waves of pleasure rising from both her holes to collide against one another was a unique experience she had never imagined was even possible.

Ruby allowed her body to collapse forward onto the floor. The young girl basked in the warm feeling of her orgasm. She had never expected to be doing something like that today. Somehow the idea of searching through the rest of the attic didn’t seem so bad after all.

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

<Ruby steps down from the attic to find Yang coming down the hallway>

Yang: “Wow sis, you were up there for a while”

Ruby, nervous: “Yeah, a lot of stuff to take care of up there”

Yang: “Tell me about it”

<Yang flaps the front of her sweat stained tank top, the fabric clutching to her ample curves>

Yang: “After all that I’m going to need a nice long shower before I-”

<Ruby turns away and heads back down the hall towards the attic>

Yang: “Where are you going?”

Ruby: “I just remembered I have some more… things to deal with in the attic”
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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