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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Yang’s Ass

Contains: Weiss x Blake x Yang (Bee’s Schnees), Mild Cuckold, Tied to a chair, Lingerie, Teasing, Mild Bondage

Given a moment to reflect upon the reality of her situation, Yang could not help but recall the story Taiyang used to tell her about the donkey with the oats and the hay. The short version is the donkey, when presented with two equally appealing choices, can’t decide which to eat first and deliberates for so long that it starves.

Taiyang presented it as a lesson on indecisiveness, showing how as a Huntress inaction and hesitation can prove just as dangerous as reacting without proper thought for the situation. For her part, most would say that Yang had taken this lesson rather too much to heart given her penchant for reckless bravado and impulsiveness.

Although, thinking back, Yang couldn’t recall ever being told a version of the story where the donkey was left tied to a chair as the oats and hay had rampant, uninhibited sex with eachother.

This was the situation Yang found herself in. She was sat bound to a chair as she watched Weiss and Blake kneeling on the bed in front of her. Their elegant curves were dressed in colour co-ordinated lingerie sets. Their roaming hands moved hungrily across eachothers bodies.

This was the sort of thing her girlfriends would come up with. And it was almost an inevitability that Yang would be the one getting tied to the chair. Blake had flat out admitted she didn’t enjoy the idea of being tied up. Weiss, while not entirely averse to the idea, much preferred to be the one doing the teasing. The heiress also admitted she grew moist at the mere thought of being ravished by Yang as she was driven to the edge of her sanity only to suddenly ‘burst free’ of her restraints and have her way with those who had tried to constrain her.

Yang knew that she was going to be let free, eventually. She knew that she would get a chance to have her fill of both of her temptations. The question was, who would be first. This was the source of the quandary which lay before her as she was presented with two equally favourable if contrasting options. One was elegant and refined, the other brash and carefree. One was lithe and pure, the other curvaceous and seductive. Just the very thought of it was driving Yang to the very edge of-

“Blake, that tickles” Weiss cooed softly, snapping Yang from her lingering daydreams. Yang returned her attentions to the matter at hand as things were clearly developing.

At first it had just been kissing, a gentle smattering of lips meeting. This was followed close behind by some light petting, accompanied by a low hum or soft giggle as hands met a particularly sensitive nerve. This was quickly overtaken by ravenous grasping as Weiss had suddenly thrust Blake back down onto the bed beneath her.

Weiss was quick to begin relieving Blake of what little clothes she still had left on her. Weiss slipped her perfectly manicured fingers behind Blakes back, her fingers feeling across the fabric line of her lover’s lacy black bra. Weiss leant forward to catch the tip of Blakes ear between her teeth. Weiss grasped it tender but firmly, applying just enough pressure to leave Blake frozen in place from the teasing.

Weiss’s fingers worked the clasp of Blakes bra free, slipping the delicate garment from the Faunus’s shoulders to reveal her ample bust. Weiss laid the underwear aside as her hands returned to Blakes bare chest, taking a heavy handful of Blakes bust in her palms. The tips of Weiss’s fingers caressed across Blakes erect nipples.

Blake, determined not to be overtaken so easily, began to make her reply. The black-haired beauty traced her elegant fingers across Weiss’s front, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through her lithe body. Blakes touch was enough to cause her grip on Blakes ear to loosen. Weiss buried her face between Blakes supple breasts, feeling the press of the soft flesh against her cheeks.

As all of this was occurring tantalisingly close, Yang was left to do nothing but sit there and watch. The tension combined with the inability to act upon it only served to make the situation far, far worse. Yang could hardly take it anymore. Yang began writhing in her seat in a desperate effort to break free of her restraints. It was almost inevitable that Yang was about to reach a tipping point.

In that moment the chair passed the point of no return, Yang unable to right herself before she crashed face first into the carpeted floor. Even as Yangs ears were ringing with the impact she could hear the soft giggle of Weiss and Blake carrying down to her on the floor.

Yang shifted to look up as she saw Blake peering over the edge of the bed, fighting to contain her snorts of laughter. “You ok?”

Yang could not help but feel herself being overtaken by her partners infectious laughter. “Yeah, I’m fine”

While Yang was confident that no serious physical harm had been done the bruising to her ego would no doubt prove irreparable for some time.

“Good” Weiss said as she leant over to resume her avarice kissing her Faunus lover. The heiress was swift to thrust Blake down onto the bed with a press of her hands onto her shoulders. Weiss’s kisses were ravenous as they ran rampant across Blakes supple body.

All the while Yang was left to watch from her new position on the floor beneath them. Yang could barely see anything out of the corner of her eye. What she could hear was the soft sounds of the white-haired heiress giggling softly beneath the brush of lips against her skin. Yang knew Weiss only sounded like that when someone licked a specific spot of sensitive nerves on her thigh. Such ceaseless fantasies only served to enflame Yangs desires even further. The things she would do to her if only she wasn’t tied to this goddamn chair!

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

<Ruby returns to the dorm. Ruby finds Yang in her underwear tied and gagged on a chair with Blake looming over her. Ruby rushes forward to release the cloth tied around her sisters’ mouth>

Yang, panting: “Oh thanks, I was gagging for some air”

Blake, bemoaning: “Oh, Ruby why did you have to do that”

Ruby, on the verge of panic: “What do you mean? Why do you have my sister tied up in the first place?”

Blake: “It was Yangs idea. Apparently, her mum used to do something similar with your dad when they were together. Something about ‘The thrill of the chase’”

Yang, smiling devilishly: “I guess you could say it, runs in the family”

Ruby, groaning: “Oh Grimms curse, put the gag back on already!”

When Buridan’s Ass was conceived I doubt they ever anticipated it would be applied in this context

Next time we demonstrate Occam’s Razor with a strap-on

Not so Wise Weiss of the Pool

Contains: Team RWBY, Pool ‘Fun’, No Sex

Physical Education has been a key part of the Beacon curriculum since the beginning. Prospective Hunters and Huntresses were expected to be to combat Grimm in a variety of climates and conditions.

As first year students entered with varying levels of experience and skill the curriculum was focussed on increasing the student’s confidence and abilities in the water. Specific modules focussed on manoeuvring, endurance, underwater swimming and water survival to bring everyone to a minimum standard.

The lessons were initially taught in two sessions, Professor Oobleck teaching the male students while Professor Goodwitch taught the girls. The female first year’s students were assembled at the edge of the pool in the training centre each prepared and dressed in their unique swimsuits.

Ruby had gone for something simple, a close fitting one piece in deep red with crimson trim. Blake chose one that was rather more exotic, a backless one-piece with waves of deep blues across a black base. Yang chose one based entirely on practicality, a racing swimsuit which would not look out of place in a professional swimming match. Weiss was wearing something special, a snow-white one piece which conformed so elegantly to her curves one could only assume it had been tailor made for the Schnee heiress herself.

Yang was the first to address the Goliath in the room. “Weiss, why are you wearing floaties?”

Despite the tones of Yangs question Weiss remained undeterred regarding the pair of bright red bands secured around her biceps. “I grew up in Atlas. On a continent made entirely out of ice. You draw your own conclusions”

“But didn’t you say your family have a pool at your house” Ruby interjected. “And at your other house?”

Weiss continued to protest. “Yes, but not one quite as big or as deep as this one”

“But still, your parents must have taken you swimming before” Ruby continued.

“My mother was the ‘lounge at the edge of the pool’ type and father was more interested in golf as a leisure activity” Weiss recounted.

“What about Winter?” Ruby asked. “She’s a Huntress too. You must have learnt something from her”

“I learnt a bit of swimming when I was little” Weiss admitted. “But given the relative size and depth of the pool I concluded it would be prudent…”

Yang rolled her eyes as Weiss continued. Stepping behind Weiss without her noticing Yang abruptly lifted the smaller girl into her arms like a bridal carry.

“What do you-” Weiss prepared to voice her displeasure before Yang interrupted her.

“Trust me Weiss” Yang walked the two of them to the edge of the pool. “I know what I’m doing”

Once again, without warning, Yang heaved the heiress into the air with as much strength as she could muster. Even those standing across the breath of the pool were treated to a string of Atlesian curses which only ceased once Weiss had struck the surface in a plume of upturned water.

Weiss’s accompanying floaties performed their duties and brought Weiss back to the surface within less than a few seconds, her legs continuing to kick wildly underneath her. Weiss began to settle as the heiress realised, she was no longer under the surface. Yang thankfully had had the sense to choose a section of the pool with sufficient depth that Weiss was at no risk of striking the bottom.

Weiss prepared to unleash a fresh tirade of curses when a series of sharp claps resonated through the wide-open pool. Professor Glynda Goodwitch appeared on the far side of the pool, dressed in a purple one piece opened back swimsuit with pink trim along the sides. Her long blonde hair was contained in a neat bun at the back of her head.

“Settle down, students” Glynda moved to address the assembled class. “Miss Xiao Long has volunteered as a student teacher for this exercise”

It was not uncommon for those proficient in particular skills to be offered part-time positions to teach other students. Based on her previous experience teaching athletics at Signal combined with her additional qualifications in water safety and first aid made her the ideal candidate.

“And I am confident that from now on Miss Xiao Long will stick to the proper curriculum and not any, unorthodox, teaching methods” Glynda turned to Yang with a piercing gaze. “Am I clear?”

Yang nodded. “Yes, ma’am”

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

<Weiss floats with her head just above the surface of the water, staring daggers at Yang as she crouches next to the pool>

Yang, joking: “Wise Weiss of the pool, tell me your wisdom”

Weiss, with pure venom in her voice: “Enjoy your dinner tonight, it could very well be your last”

Blake: “Ruby, is Yang really a teacher?”

Ruby: “Oh yeah, Yang used to teach the swimming class at Signal. She’s actually really good in the water”

Weiss grins: “Probably because she comes equipped with her own personal flotation devices”

<Beat>

Yang: “Right, you’re going back in the pool”

<Yang grabs Weiss and prepares to throw her back in the pool>
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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