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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Contains: Weiss x Glynda (White Witch), Alternate Universe: World War Two occupied France (Think RWBY crossed with Girls Und Panzer), No violence, no blood, no atrocities etc, Casual Faunus racism, Weiss is a scheming amoral hypocrite (What’s new?), Spanking, Futanari (Glynda), Strap-on, Strap-on on Futa, Double Penetration, Breast Play, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex

Lieutenant Weiss Schnees grip tightened around the trigger. The constant shifting of the tank beneath her made it difficult to keep the target centred in her sight. Weiss took another deep breath as she adjusted her aim.

“Halt! (Stop!)” came the order from the Commander.

The tank jolted to a halt beneath her, rocking sharply forwards as the momentum dispersed. Weiss felt the tank settle underneath her, taking a moment to recentre her aim she awaited the order.

“Feuer Frei! (Fire at will!)” the Commander yelled.

Weiss squeezed the trigger, feeling the blast of the cannon fired erupting back through the confined space of the tank. Weiss watched through the scope as the target erupted in a shower of flames and shattered metal a few seconds later. Weiss allowed the breath that she had been holding in to escape past her lips. That was the last one, the exercise was over.

“Return to the starting position” the tank commander ordered. The engine of the Panzer IV roared into life as it made its way back across the open field of the training ground.

This was the culmination of the military manoeuvres for the pleasure of the inspecting officer from Central Command in Paris. At the same time, it served as a useful reminder to the local populace of the true capabilities of the occupying German military.

The Panzer IV pulled up to the starting position, the engine whirred into silence as it was stopped. The hatch yawned open and the tank crew climbed out to take position in front of the tank. The crew was composed of a four-member team: Captain Rose as the Tanks Commander, Lieutenant Schnee as the Gunner, Corporal Xiao Long as the Loader and Corporal Belladonna as the Driver. Despite the Panzer IVs capacity for a crew compliment of five, they were making do without a communications officer for the exercise. The Commanders boot proved sufficient direction for the purpose of the demonstration.

They were the last amongst a dozen other crews to undertake the demonstration. The other tanks were already lined up alongside them on the training ground. In front of the line of assembled troops stood the overseeing officer, Colonel Goodwitch. She was a stern looking woman dressed in her finely pressed black officers’ uniform including a black jacket, skirt and dark stockings. Glynda’s light blonde hair was tied neatly beneath her cap, not a single strand permitted to break free. Such was the attention to detail the Colonel no doubt expected of the soldiers she was inspecting. Weiss was determined to meet her expectations.

Weiss Schnee was the middle daughter of an aristocrat in the metropolitan heartland of Germany. Seeking to maintain her position in a society which held military service in the highest regard, Weiss had enlisted shortly before the war had begun in earnest. Yet, despite her desire to elevate her position, she was also not foolhardy enough to volunteer for the frontlines in some misguided search for honour on the battlefield. Instead, she knew that to truly get ahead she needed to be as close as she could to the people in charge. For the time being, that meant securing a position with the German High Command in Paris.

Rumours had abounded for almost a month now that a positive showing in these demonstrations would see promotions and favourable transfers for the best tank crews. The fates of those who underperformed were not worth dwelling upon. Instead, Weiss focussed herself on her sole objective. If she could just get herself transferred so she could finally make real progress in rising through the ranks. Anything to free herself of this desolate, backwater posting.

“An excellent performance, Commander Rose” Glynda shook the Commanders hand in recognition.

Weiss couldn’t help but sneer every time she heard the Commander being addressed as such. She could never quite dismiss the notion that she should have been placed in charge ages ago.

“Thank you, ma’am” Ruby replied.

“Who is the Gunner?” Glynda asked as she glanced down the line.

Weiss fought to contain her excitement; this was her chance. Weiss stepped forward from the line, her arms clasped tightly behind her back. The Colonel approached her, passing an appraising eye over her.

“That was an excellent shot you made” Glynda turned her attentions to Weiss, extending her hand. “I shall be expecting great things from you in the future, Lieutenant…”

“Schnee, ma’am” Weiss answered as she accepted Glynda’s hand.

“Schnee, very good” Glynda replied as she stepped away to continue her inspection.

On the surface Weiss maintained the model of professionalism, underneath she was practically giddy. One of the officers from Central Command knew her by name! Finally, things were beginning to go her way. After being passed over as tank Commander Weiss had begun to despair that she would be stuck in this dead-end posting forever. But now, things were finally about to go her way.

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The success of the day’s demonstrations inevitably urged the soldiers to head into town for a communal celebration. Weiss told them that she would meet them there, that she had business to attend to first.

Walking through the quiet streets of the town, enjoying the fresh scent of spring carried on the breeze, she found the area reassuringly peaceful. Despite the underlying hostility from some of the population the local garrison had endured far fewer resistance activities than other areas. The presence of several metric tonnes of finely crafted German engineering had swiftly seen to that.

Her walk brought her to an abandoned farm house at the edge of the town, the building having been derelict possibly even before the occupation. Despite its abandonment the smell of the animals continued to linger in the air, catching in the back of her throat. Despite having been posted here for well over a year Weiss continued to struggle to acclimatise to this country existence compared to having grown up on the edge of a grand house at the edge of the city. Still, such sacrifices were necessary to ensure the secrecy of what was to be done here.

Weiss turned the corner towards the back of the farmhouse when she saw her, a tall chocolate brown Faunus rabbit girl. At least she wouldn’t be kept waiting.

While she wouldn’t go as far as many of her colleagues Weiss maintained, what she saw as, a healthy mistrust of the Faunus. From her experiences, as a species they seemed far too willing to engage in underhanded, devious and even outright illegal dealings. Case in point.

“Were you able to get it?” Weiss asked by way of greeting.

The Faunus turned to face her. She was wearing a well-worn sand coloured dress of someone who spent their life toiling in the fields or working amongst the farms. It was a common occupation in such a rural community.

The woman had originally given her name as Velvet, the chances of that being her real name seemed unlikely. Weiss neglected to give hers in return.

“I did” Velvet responded. She held something up in her hand, a package wrapped in non-descript brown paper and rough string. “Although I don’t see why you need me for this. It’s not as though they’re hard to find”

“Perhaps” Weiss reached into her jacket pocket and retrieved a handful of Reichsmarks. “But unlike you I can’t be seen to be involved in procuring such, items. Hence our deal”

Weiss had considered changing her uniform for civilian clothes to conceal her identity further. However, she swiftly realised her accent alone would betray her affiliation no matter her attire. Weiss handed the money across and received the package in return. She hesitated for a moment before responding “Merci (Thank you)” the words sounded odd tinged with her heavy German accent.

Velvet simply stared across at her with a steely gaze. “Je n’ai pas besoin de tes remerciements (I don’t need your thanks)” Velvet departed without another word. Such was the nature of their agreements; Velvet would procure the items discreetly and bring them to Weiss in exchange for payment.

Weiss clutched the package tightly to her side as she walked away from the exchange. Despite her desire to obtain such items it remained of utmost importance that its contents remain a closely guarded secret. If anyone were to learn of this it could very well spell the end of her career. In the eyes of some her particularly zealous colleagues, it could very well mean her life.

Weiss returned to the main street which cut through the centre of the town. She found it thankfully clear in both directions. From there it was only a short walk back to barracks where she could safely conceal the package before returning to-

“Lieutenant”

A voice calling after her sent a cold jolt of fear passing through her. Weiss’ iron grasp on her package faltered. The momentary lapse was all that was required for the package to fall to the ground, the loose-fitting string unravelling before spilling the contents across the road at her feet.

Weiss scrambled down, desperately gathering the contents into her hands before-

A shadow passed over her. Looking up Weiss finally realised who had been calling to her, Colonel Goodwitch. Weiss immediately rose to her feet and snapped off a crisp salute. Goodwitch returned her salute. The implication as Goodwitch wordlessly held out her hand in front of her was unmistakable. Weiss handed over her package without resistance.

Glynda unfurled the package, a flash of surprise passed across her eyes at the contents of the package. Glynda turned her gaze back towards Weiss. “Are these yours, Lieutenant?”

Weiss did not have the capacity to lie to her superior. “Yes, ma’am”

That was it, she was done. Her time spent garrisoning the wine-soaked countryside was over. This would almost certainly see their entire crew transferred to the Eastern Front. And it would be entirely her fault.

Glynda peered over her glasses, appraising Weiss as if to decide the exact degree of her punishment to issue. But instead of announcing the proceedings for her dishonourable discharge, or simply shooting her where she should, Glynda simply rewrapped the package and placed it into the inside pocket of her black jacket. “As you were, Lieutenant”

Weiss stood there in stunned silence. A feeling of emptiness passed over her, then dread, then abject terror. A part of her almost wished she had been shot, at least that would have been quick.

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Returning to her barracks, not even bothering to make a token appearance at the celebration party in town, Weiss simply laid herself out on her bunk and waited for a judgement which never seemed to come.

The next few days were a myriad of tense moments and fleeting panic as she constantly expected guards to appear from around every corner to take her away. But still, the days passed uneventfully. Perhaps even more uneventfully than usual. But just as Weiss had convinced herself that she was being paranoid she looked up from her paperwork be met by a member of the Colonels staff standing in front of her. She had received summons to the Colonels office immediately.

The local Command office had been established in a chateau on the top of a hill overlooking the village and the countryside around it. Weiss was led through the winding halls of the stately home towards the back side of the estate overlooking the wide countryside. Weiss was led into one of the rooms which had been converted into the Colonel’s office.

The Colonel sat behind her wide oak desk, adding the final flourishes to the report in front of her. She had removed her black uniform jacket, dressed in a white blouse and jet-black pencil skirt. Glynda handed the finished report to her aide standing behind her before they were dismissed without glancing up from her work. Glynda continued onto the next report, seemingly refusing to acknowledge Weiss as she continued to dutifully await to be addressed.

Glynda finally laid her pen down beside her work, glancing up to peer at Weiss over the rim of her elegant glasses. Glynda held her hand out. “Take a seat, Lieutenant”

Weiss accepted the offered seat in front of Glynda’s desk. Glynda leant down, reaching into her desk drawer before placing a very familiar looking package on the desk in front of her. Glynda untied the rough string around the package, opening it up before laying the contents down on the desk.

“Would you care to explain this?” Glynda instructed.

In that very instant, Weiss wished for nothing more than for the world around her to just implode. This was the end for her. How was she supposed to explain this to the Colonel?

It was a postcard, one of the kind available in some respect in almost every town in France. This particular example showed a Faunus maid with her simple dressed pulled up to her waist. Her mistress stood over her preparing to spank her pert butt with the flat face of a cooking pot for some supposed infraction.

Glynda’s unwavering gaze continued to bore into her. She would have to come up with an answer.

“It’s an item I procured myself” Weiss admitted. “It was intended for… personal use”

Glynda’s well-manicured fingers tapped against the top of her desk. “I see” Glynda glanced down at the postcard before returning to face Weiss. “And you, appreciate such things?”

Weiss’s cheeks flared bright red at Glynda’s comment; her admission no doubt writ large across her face. Weiss only wished that the Colonel would just demote her, shoot her or whatever else she was planning and simply get it over with.

“I must say I’m surprised” Glynda peered over the rim of her glasses, the insinuation continuing to hang in the air between them. “I was not expecting to find another such, open minded individual”

Weiss was stunned to hear such a response. “Excuse me?” Weiss swiftly added. “Ma’am”

“Such views seem hardly in line with what most would consider, traditional values” Glynda continued. “Although we are in changing times”

Glynda raised herself from her seat. Stepping around to Weiss’s side she leant her backside against the edge of her desk. Picking up one of the postcards from the top of the pile she began to study it in detail.

“It does leave one to wonder why anyone would choose to seek out such activities voluntarily” Glynda mused. “Although I have heard that such chastisement can be quite enjoyable in its own way” Glynda’s free hand began to shift across the desk. “But perhaps it is something one must experience before they can truly-”

Glynda’s hand struck the stack of postcards, sending a flurry of them spilling out across the floor at the base of her desk.

“Oh, dear” Glynda said in mock surprise. “It seems I’ve made a bit of a mess”

Weiss resisted the overwhelming urge to urge to bolt from her seat and retrieve the discarded cards, her overwhelming urge to assist her superior conflicting with her desire not to disobey her superior by leaving her seat. At the same time, while she may not understand where she was going with this, the Colonel clearly had something in mind for her.

This left Weiss in a particularly unfortunate, or fortunate, position as she watched Glynda lean over at the waist to retrieve the discarded cards. The curve of her ample butt formed beneath her well-cut pencil skirt as she moved.

“I apologise, it was my mistake” Glynda admitted.

Weiss turned back to face Glynda, only to immediately wish she hadn’t. Having retrieved the discarded cards and laid them back on her desk Glynda had now bent herself over her desks, her palms laid open on the desk with her elegant rump proudly presented behind her.

“It seems I am in need of some punishment” Glynda declared with a coquettish glint in her eyes. “Lieutenant Schnee, as the only other officer present, would you please carry out the proper correction”

Weiss was stunned into silence; she could not believe that this was real. A part of her feared this was some form of unorthodox loyalty test. It was possible the Colonel was waiting for her to reveal her true nature only to seal her own fate.

It appeared Glynda was acutely aware of her subordinates’ concerns. “I assure you this offer is entirely genuine” Glynda answered. “If you wish you may leave, and we will never speak of this again. But I must insist, if you choose to stay, that you will follow through to the end”

The very thought of doing such a thing with an officer was inconceivable. But the thought of disobeying an order, even if it wasn’t an order-

Weiss sharply pulled herself to her feet before stepping up behind Glynda. Weiss raised her hand, lingering in the air for a moment as she began to hesitate. Weiss forced her hand to move as the open palm fell upon the fullness of Glynda’s backside, a sharp clap resonating through the air. Weiss struck her again and again, alternating cheeks with each strike.

“That’s enough” Glynda declared, freezing Weiss’s hand in place before she could deliver the next strike. Glynda raised herself to stand, reaching her hands behind her back to grasp Weiss’s wrists. Glynda drew her forwards until the shorter girl was pressed firmly against her back. Glynda guided Weiss’s hands across her front until they came to rest on the buttons of her top. The insinuation was clear.

Weiss began undoing the first of the buttons of her top, releasing them one after another as the two parts of her smart white top began to part. Glynda’s dexterous fingers guided Weiss beneath the lip of her uniform, feeling the delicate material of her lace bra pass beneath her finger tips. Weiss’s fingers began to search and feel of her own accord, following the curve as she felt herself being drawn inexorably towards the delicate peak at the centre of it all.

Weiss felt the point of Glynda’s nipple hardening, her fingers circling around the base of the erect nub as she felt the gentle bumps of her areole rising to greet her. Weiss grasped around the swell of her chest, feeling the swell of the heavy mass against her palm.

Despite the growing pleasure from Weiss’s attentions, Glynda was determined that she was not to simply stop herself there. Glynda withdrew Weiss’s hand from the inside of her top, guiding the girls’ hands to trail down across her stomach. The tips of her fingers came to rest on the belt of her uniform skirt. A few deft movements removed the clasp at the front of her belt, drawing it away as they allowed the skirt to fall to the floor beneath her.

Glynda continued to direct Weiss’s hands, laying them on the front of her underwear. The feel of the same delicate silk beneath her finger tips sent a flurry of excitement coursing through Weiss’s body. A delectable bulge rose up to greet her. Weiss’s fingers slipped beneath the lip of her underwear, feeling the shaft of Glynda’s cock pulsing against her hand.

Weiss’s delicate fingers followed the curve of Glynda’s cock to wrap her fingers around the proud head. Glynda’s underwear slipped from around her thighs, falling effortlessly to floor between them. Glynda leant back into Weiss’s embrace, turning to whisper in her ear.

“Open the bottom left drawer of my desk and take out what you find” Glynda instructed.

Weiss reluctantly unfurled her arms from around Glynda’s supple waist. The younger woman stepped around the edge of the desk. From her new spot, she was afforded a clear view of the Colonels cock. The sight of the sheer size and girth hanging between her thighs had been understated based solely on the touch of it against her fingers.

Weiss reached down to open the drawer of Glynda’s desk. She found a brown leather strap-on forming the erect shaft and the belt of the item accompanied by a bottle of lube.

“You’re going to wear that” Glynda instructed. “And you’re going to use it to fuck me”

Weiss was stunned by the sudden forwardness of the instruction. The white-haired beauty quickly recovered and set about preparing herself for her task. She reached down to retrieve the items from the drawer, laying them out on the desk in front of her. Next, she proceeded to release the clasp of her uniform skirt, drawing the smartly pressed fabric down her athletic legs before laying it neatly on the Colonels chair.

Picking up the strap-on Weiss stepped into the straps before securing it around her waist. Glynda stepped forwards and laid herself out across her desk, her large chest heaving in front of her as she drew her legs open in front of her.

Weiss stepped around the desk, finally allowing her to admire the full beauty of Glynda Goodwitch. Her piercing eyes instructed her to begin. Weiss stepped between Glynda’s spread thighs. Weiss reached down to palm Glynda’s semi-flaccid cock in her hand, lifting it up to reveal the moist, weeping pussy that had been concealed underneath.

Weiss teased the bulbous tip of the strap-on across the lips of Glynda’s opening. Despite the lack of physical feedback, the soft moans escaping from Glynda’s lips confirmed that the Colonel appreciated her efforts. Weiss continued to press herself forwards as she pushed herself past the outside of Glynda’s lips.

Weiss pressed her hips forwards, feeling the heat of the woman’s body radiating against her as she approached. Weiss continued to drive herself deeper before pulling herself back. Weiss continued to thrust in and out of Glynda, admiring the way that the woman’s ample chest rippled with each thrust of her hips. With each movement Weiss felt Glynda controlling the pace, the muscles of her pussy tensing or relaxing to steady Weiss’s actions. Even though Weiss was the one thrusting into Glynda it was abundantly clear who was firmly in control of the pace the entire time.

Glynda’s hand reached back to press against the centre of Weiss’s stomach. Weiss’s pace began to slow at Glynda’s direction before slowly drawing herself out with a moist pop. Part of her silently bemoaned the sudden loss of contact. Another part of her knew that this was simply a precursor for what was soon to come.

Weiss watched with rapt attention as Glynda turned herself over onto her front. Weiss felt her heart skip a beat as the Colonels heavy breasts pressed against the hard wood of her desk. The large mounds threatened to burst the seams of her top as she eased herself across her desk. At the same time, Glynda reached back to grasp the mounds of her ample ass cheeks. As she spread them wide behind her, the invitation became impossible to ignore.

Weiss grasped the base of the strap-on as she stepped up to tease the head of the cock around the opening of Glynda’s puckered asshole. Weiss pressed herself forward, feeling the ring of muscle stubbornly resisting her entry. Weiss continued to press on only for the ring to release without warning, Weiss lunging out to grasp the polished surface of Glynda’s desk for support.

Weiss scrambled for purchase as she attempted to draw herself out of her commanding officer’s rectum. Weiss’s retreat was swiftly stymied by the sudden press of Glynda’s muscles clenching ever more tightly around her faux shaft. It felt as though Glynda were trying to tear the device from her hips, her desire for pleasure only having grown with each passing moment.

Each movement caused the base of the strap-on began rubbing against her lips, grinding against the bulbous head of her clit. Weiss found it ever more difficult to maintain her already irregular rhythm as she focused much of her attentions on keeping herself from succumbing to her own enflamed libido.

Despite her best efforts however, whether intentionally or not, Glynda’s movements seemed determined to drive the young officer careening over her already perilous limit. Weiss felt her body erupt in a torrent of pleasure, her hands desperately grasping at Glynda’s sides for support. A red mist fell over her. Weiss began to move her hips without any concern for the tightness or firmness of the space she was invading.

Weiss felt herself beginning to cum. The juice of her release spilled out over the edges of the strap-on to cascade down her legs as intense waves of pleasure coursed through her body. All of her energy which had been sustaining her evaporated as she collapsed down onto Glynda’s back for some perilous support.

Before she could even begin to recover Weiss felt Glynda beginning to shift beneath her, forcing her to roll off of the Colonels back and brace herself against the desk to stay upright.

“Take off the strap-on and bend over the desk” Glynda instructed without turning to acknowledge her.

Weiss shakily raised herself up from the desk. She reached with quivering fingers to undo the clasp which held the strap-on around her waist. Weiss bent over as she slipped the strap-on from her legs. Weiss stepped forwards and laid herself across the desk in front of her.

Weiss could still feel Glynda’s heat radiating up through the material of her shirt as she pressed herself against the desk. Weiss had a pretty good suspicion about what Glynda had intended for her and was already preparing herself for it. What Weiss hadn’t prepared herself for was the waiting, the insufferable waiting. Weiss wasn’t sure whether Glynda was recovering from her previous exertions or was she simply taking her time.

Weiss dared to look over her shoulder and immediately had her answer. Weiss watched as Glynda secured the strap-on around her own waist, the shaft of her own cock emerging over the base of the toy. The Colonel turned to Weiss and smiles; her intentions were writ large across her features.

Weiss turned back around to face ahead. A few tense moments passed before she felt the head of Glynda’s strap-on around the opening of Weiss’s pussy lips first. A moment later, her cock rested against the opening of Weiss’s ass.

Weiss had expected Glynda to follow her example and ease herself inside. Glynda proved herself as subtle and nuanced as a tank battalion. Glynda practically smashed her way through Weiss’s tender opening. It was as though Glynda had been reserving all of her pent-up energy to unleash upon Weiss in this very moment.

It soon dawned on Weiss, as Glynda continued to thrust wildly inside of her, that she was practically an amateur compared to what an experienced woman like Glynda could achieve on or off the battlefield. This, at least as far as her ass was concerned, was a real cock. Not some faux replica. Not that it really mattered whether the cock was real or not, neither her pussy or her ass was spared from the relentless fucking as Glynda continued to pound her.

Weiss felt Glynda’s cock beginning to expand inside of her already tightly constrained arsehole. Glynda’s long fingers tightened their iron grip around her thighs. These served only a precursor as Weiss felt the inside of her ass being flooded by a cascade of pearly white cum. The feeling of warmth filling her was more than enough to tip Weiss over the edge, her lips bursting with a flood of juice to erupt around the shaft of the faux cock.

Glynda withdrew herself from Weiss’s pussy and ass with a pair of moist pops. It was all Weiss could do to clutch perilously onto the edge of the desk to keep herself from sliding off into a heap on the floor. Glynda stood to full height. A deep sigh of relief escaped her lips as though all of this had merely been some particularly strenuous workout.

Pearly white cum began to spill from Weiss’s gapping ass, combining with the white haired woman’s juices as they trickled down the back of her legs. Glynda adjusted her glasses across the bridge of her nose as she admired the sight in front of her.

“That will be all, Lieutenant” Glynda instructed with a wry smile.

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

<Weiss finally joins Ruby at the bar. Weiss orders a drink… and a cushion>

Ruby: “Weiss, you look exhausted. Are you ok?”

Weiss: “I’ve been meeting with the Colonel for… strategy reviews”

Ruby: “You must have been reviewing a lot of strategies if you’re like this”

Weiss: “Tell me about it. When the Colonel gets going, she’s like a Panzer Division”

Ruby: “Unstoppable?”

Weiss: “No, in constant need of servicing”

<Weiss sits in the Commanders chair of the lead tank on a training exercise for prospective Tank Commanders. Blake and Yang serve as her tank crew>

Weiss, over the radio: “Regional Command, 40-Panzer Commander Schnee reporting current status.

2^nd Platoon continuing to advance through the forest at grid D-9, no enemy contacts reported.

3^rd Platoon spotted enemy convoy of light vehicles at H-3 and engaged. 3 enemy vehicles destroyed; 1 enemy jeep escaped towards J-1. Continuing pursuit and request additional support.

1^st Command Platoon maintaining position and awaiting further orders

40-Panzer Commander, out”

<Weiss sits back with a look of pride growing across her face at her exquisite report>

Yang: “That was a very good report, ma’am”

Weiss, beaming with smugness: “Thank you. I thought so too”

Yang: “If I might make a suggestion, ma’am. Perhaps next time you make a report you should make sure you do it over the Command frequency”

<Weiss re-checks the radio set-up and realises that she had it tuned to the internal intercom>

<Beat>

Weiss, feeling her bravado swiftly deflating: “Carry on, Corporal”

Coming up with this idea I knew that Weiss would have to be the one to play the German officer simply because she seemed the most suited for the role.

Not only was her name already German but putting any of the others in such a situation where they were caught with saucy postcards wouldn’t really have worked: Rubys brain would have melted at the mere thought of it, Yang would be rather nonplussed about the whole thing and Blake would simply be better at hiding them.
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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