Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Sense of Semblance	By : sandman-nobody Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 132760 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY. I am not making any money from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
A/N: Okay, first things first, those of you asking about VAULT 69 and where it’s update went, I will explain in greater detail next month when I post the new chapter. For now, I just ask you to please understand that there was something of a medical emergency that consumed nearly all of my September that left me unable to update. And I decided it would be better to simply skip that month rather than disrupt the entire schedule by trying to catch up. The update is coming, I promise, please continue to be patient.
As a side note, in the future if you’d like to inquire about progress of the next chapter of a story, please ask me in the form of a PM on FF. I will always answer this method of attempting to contact me no matter the question. Reviews that simply write, “Update,” however, will be ignored no matter how well meaning.
Please enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 9
Girl(s): Ruby, Weiss.
Tag(s): Masturbation.
Words: 8,500
Ruby Rose was still flushed as she walked past the lockers and into the shower area. Eyes down, a few other girls could be seen idling around the steam heavy area - all completely naked. Their bare complexions varied, either warm and damp having just finished with their shower, or still slightly grimy from class and about to hop into one of the cubicles.
Ruby didn’t bother wasting any time and darted down the long hall of stalls stopping only after she found a modicum of seclusion.
The line of showers consumed the back of the locker room. Metal dividers hung from the wall high enough to be called eye level while leaving a knee-high gap to the floor. It didn’t exactly afford the most privacy, and anyone tall enough could easily peek over the partition if they wanted to catch a look. And yet, it was the lack of door that made the fifteen-year-old girl’s heart quiver each and every time she was forced to step inside.
Putting up with everything else, she still looked at the flimsy plastic curtain wondering how a school with holograms and dust powered forcefields couldn’t afford locks!? But she’d put up with it before and feeling her humid sweat still sticky against her body; she forced herself to step inside - taking special care to stretch the plastic material behind her as much as possible before turning to the shower.
Still in her bra and panties, it was only when she was away from the judgmental gaze of her gender that she started to strip in earnest. It was stupid, and she knew she probably got even more looks for walking into the showers in her underwear than if she were just naked, but as her bra straps dropped slack against her shoulders and her breast fell into their natural shape, Ruby couldn’t help but still feel embarrassed. Not that they were weird or deformed, she simply wasn’t used to her body being so different from how it had been even just a year ago.
Puberty had hit her like bullhead, suffice to say, forcing her small frame and flat chest to stretch and fill out in a way that most girls could only dream about. But Ruby wasn’t most girls, and while others might celebrate the chance to attract more attention from the opposite sex, Ruby was more than content to ignore things like boys and kissing in favor of high impact dust ammunition and working out the best upgrades to improve her beloved Crescent Rose.
Rationally, she understood that all these changes just meant that she was growing up and that she was becoming a woman and all the other stuff Yang had explained that one afternoon Ruby still couldn’t fully repress despite her best efforts. But no matter how much her sister tried to comfort her or tell her that she would appreciate these things someday, Ruby remained stubborn in her less than enthusiastic impression of adulthood.
After all, what had “becoming a woman” ever done for her? It certainly didn’t help that she’d been introduced to this new chapter of her life waking up to a bed full of blood and the worst stomach ache she’d ever had. Like, cookies and cakes and pie and candy all in one day, kind of bad. Except, she didn’t get to enjoy the good part of eating all that stuff! The only thing that had made that horrifying morning worse was Yang explaining that it wasn’t just a onetime deal. NOPE! She got to look forward to all the cramps, spontaneous crying, and panicked Tai Yang once a month for the majority of her life just because she had to be a girl. A curse, she would learn, that did not stop there.
Even before all of that mess, she’d had to put up with her chest being sore and tender all the time, almost always followed by a trip into the city so she could buy a bigger bra she suddenly had to start wearing. And don’t even get her started on how annoying those stupid, pinchy, restrictive, demonic booby-traps could be. But as soon as she graduated from the B-cups, Yang made it clear that, no, she couldn’t just not wear one outside of the house. No matter how much she hated them or how they dug into her shoulders.
Then her hips started to get bigger, and her balance was all messed up; like she wasn’t clumsy enough. It was like she had to relearn how to move her whole body just to keep from falling over herself, let alone fighting.
It was frustrating and embarrassing because she couldn’t even go outside without everyone seeing her new developments. At least boys grew muscles and taller and other things that helped them fight. All she got were these useless things that made people look at her weird…
Maybe that was in part to why she loved her cloak so much. It was comforting to have the ability to just wrap it around herself anytime she wanted to hide. It was either that or she go through every day in a hoodie; which she had tried. Rather successfully, she might add. Until summer. That had been a hard summer…
Yes, so far Ruby didn’t care much for growing up. Although, it didn’t help that everyone in her life enabled these insecurities. Yang, her dad, Uncle Crow: after her mother’s death each one of them seemed happy to keep her little and safe for as long as they could, as though that could protect her from sharing Summer’s fate. And if she were honest with herself, Ruby knew she let them. Both because she knew how much they loved her and cherished that connection and because she never saw any reason to grow up. But no one can stay stagnant forever, and while Ruby might disparage puberty and all of its awkward stages, adulthood had its perks too. Of which she would quickly learn.
The tingling sensation along her skin continued even as Ruby bent over to slide the elastic of her panties over her budding hips. A line furled between her brow as she felt the material tug at the folds of her sex, seeming stuck for just a moment before peeling free. As her pale bottom flashed into view, Ruby stepped out of the garment quickly, only to bring the pink material closer to her face where she could see a wet mark staining the otherwise clean surface. She blinked before giving the garment the smallest of sniffs.
‘Did I… pee?’ was her first instinct. Oum, as if everyone at the school didn’t think she was enough of a baby. The last thing she needed was everyone running around thinking she needed diapers. But giving her underwear another small sniff, the acrid scent of urine was nowhere to be found. Rather, she discovered something deeper wafting off the thin cotton in her hands. A smell she would one day recognize as musky, and that hung on the back of her tongue.
She didn’t linger on the strange fluid for long, another shiver running along her spine encouraging her to quickly return her attention to the reason she’d stepped inside the metal stall. Dismissing the stain as sweat, a now naked Ruby quickly stashed her underwear in a plastic bag she kept with her bathroom supplies before moving to turn on the shower.
Warm water poured from the faucet overhead soaking her red-tinged brunette locks. The liquid clung to her blossoming body, trickling down her thin neck, over the flushed complexion of her collar and breasts, along the flat surface of her belly, and through the sparse collection of wiry hairs that had only started to thicken as of last year. Trailing down her thighs and feet into the drain below, Ruby could feel the uncomfortable and grainy sensation of sweat start to wash away.
She sighed, turning her closed eyes up into the stream. It was a distinctly uncomfortable sensation not knowing what was wrong with her body. Flesh-eating bacteria had only been one of her theories. And by far the most believable. It was unfortunate that her lack of attraction to either sex up till this point in her life translated into her understanding of her own sexuality. Without having ever experienced desire, there was no way she could understand the strange pressure and urges that suddenly compelled her.
Surprisingly, something about the shower did seem to be helping. There was an immediate sense of relief as soon as she was free of her clothes, like it was easier to breathe. And the sensation of the water trickling down her flushed figure was even more pleasant than the usual satisfaction she found in the warm water.
She found herself almost hyper-aware of the feather-light pressure, especially around certain areas. But she didn’t have any reason to give this fact any special thought. Rather, she was just thankful for any kind of relief she could find, relaxing into the moment and allowing her mind to slow down and forget all the stress that had been piling up.
Naturally, without her conscious effort to avoid thinking of him, her mind quickly returned to who she was recognizing as an obsession. Not the hug that still sent her anxiety spiking, no, not that. Instead, she forced herself to think about the fight she’d just witnessed and how incredible the entire match had been. It was a weak compromise, and Ruby recognized that this probably wouldn’t help whatever was wrong with her. But she also had to admit, for as weird and anxious as her friend’s face made her, the sense of joy and simple happiness was just as strong.
Her body fell into autopilot as she reached for her favorite bottle of rose scented body wash. The pink goo squirted from a clear bottle into her dainty, battle-hardened hands. Rubbing it vigorously, a fragrant flower scent quickly rose amidst the steam of the shower bringing a sense of comfort as it always did. Ruby took several deep breaths before applying the rich lather her skin, rubbing it up and down the length of her arms before moving onto her body.
Ruby could still remember the shock on her face the first time Jaune disappeared. Without a flash or step in a direction, she’d been left to stare in shock as he suddenly vanished. It took her and the rest of the room a good half a minute before they realized he was still in the ring. Except then, he had everyone’s attention.
How amazing it had been when her fear for her friend’s safety and self-esteem transformed into pride… She felt his victory like it was her own, so overjoyed to see him finally stand up to that bully. That moment’s excitement still sang in her heart making her want to giggle, no matter how silly it sounded.
A gentle smile rose to her pink lips as the pleasant sensations increased. It wasn’t a blast of pleasure that sent her heart aflutter, but rather something more comforting in the way it soothed the usually ever-present agitation that arose whenever she was in Jaune’s presents. Ruby unintentionally found her touch lingering along certain places and her washing just taking longer in general. She discovered a different kind of pleasure in the comfort of her soap that danced at the sensation of her own touch.
The rest of the fight had been pretty fun to watch too. Usually more interested in the weapons than the people who used them, it still wasn’t unusual for Ruby to enjoy watching fights, naturally susceptible to the rush of joining in on the crowd’s excitement and cheers. That class period hadn’t been any different, although, even she would admit that she had been unusually energetic crying out in triumph each time Jaune just managed to slip away right when it seemed like he should have been nothing more than a smear on Cardin’s mace.
There had been a part of her silently terrified that whatever miracle that allowed Jaune to do what he was doing would suddenly stop and they would all hear the bone of his skull caving in. But in the end, Jaune had crushed that voice, along with all other doubts when he’d stood proudly in his victory. Establishing once and for all the power he’d worked so hard to prove he had. The power he had earned.
He was like a real hero, like one from the stories her dad used to tell. It was kind of incredible if Ruby let herself think about it. Which… she did.
Ruby’s lazy smile continued as her fingertips left trails of warmth across her blushing skin somehow hotter than the gentle heat raining down from above. Along her arms and across her collar, lines of rainbow white suds sparkled and clung to her body. It felt good against her sensitive skin. And her calluses from gripping her scythe brought about a surprising texture that encouraged a slightly firmer pressure.
She really admired him for it. How many people had the strength to keep going when almost everything was against you? If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t have made it past the first day. But that just spoke of how brave Jaune really was. And even better, he never let his losses get him down; he never turned that negativity against other people. Rather, he reached out to people like her, helping her and becoming her friend.
Of course, this isn’t to say she was completely blinded by his new power. As cool and dashing as his little display had been, that didn’t erase the funny, goofy, fumbling guy who’d helped pull her out of a crater. Even with this new power, Ruby could see he was the same guy who didn’t even blink at hanging out with a girl two years younger than him; who played video games with her and knew how hard it was to be a leader.
But all of that just made him even better. To her, at least. Because Ruby knew that she would never be intimidated by Jaune like she was everyone else at Beacon. Even her teammates, even her sister, no matter how nice or inclusive they were, none of them really understood what it was like not to belong. Not like Jaune does. Not like Jaune did. But no matter how strong Jaune got, and no matter how much he might grow, Ruby knew she could always count on him to understand. A simple thing that meant more to her than maybe even she realized.
Another sigh floated from her nose as she found her breath deepening. ‘I’m so good at making friends’ she quietly cheered, complimenting herself on not the quantity, but the quality of the people around her. Of course, she had no idea just how she sounded talking about her friend.
Brave, cool, understanding, strong, the words came so easily. But Jaune was her friend, so of course she would like him. And the more she liked him, the better friends they were. How could she know this feeling she so cherished was more than a super, awesome, mega best friend? And that it was, in fact, an admiration and fondness that could be called a crush. As well as… attraction.
Part of her understood that what she was feeling might be more than what was considered normal. After all, she didn’t think about any of her friends from Signal this way. And she’d certainly never thought of any of her old friend’s muscles before, either.
The fact that she was rubbing her breasts didn’t even register. To Ruby’s innocent mind, she never thought of her chest as anything sexual. They were just another part of her body, albeit an embarrassing one. The pleasure that answered her attention said otherwise. Twin jolts of tingly warmth that sparked with much more frequency than she’d been able to find scrubbing the rest of her body. Her dreamy smile widened ever so slightly as her back arched into her own hands.
Slowly, her attention began to drift from the complimentary admiration to something different. By this point, her awareness had all but dissolved in favor of the calming pleasure she found in her own hands. She became less focused on her pride for her friend and the excitement of his fight, and far more fixated on the last memory she had of him before walking into the locker room. Of his eyes. Of his smile. Of his broad shoulders and back and how big a difference just a bit of confidence made. The change was subtle. But already aroused, the combination of Jaune’s grin and her own hands might as well have been flame dust on a campfire.
Holding a pale orb in each hand, there was no more pretending that this was just another simple shower. But Ruby’s attention remained distracted, allowing her body to move with all the forethought of a nervous twitch. She was just responding as felt natural, listening to what her body was saying it needed. And the pleasurable fog that slowed her mind made anything but the picture of her friend incredibly hard to grasp.
Her body heat continued to climb. The pressure of her fingers rubbing into her skin grew firmer and slower, massaging the skin she could reach and spending an inordinate amount of time spreading the now nonexistent soap into her breasts to enjoy the sparks of pleasure that answered her attention.
In truth, the rich lather of soap she’d worked up had long since been spent, leaving her hands empty as they explored her body. But unlike the sparks of a fire, these pinpoints didn’t die as soon as they were born, but rather collected. Radiating throughout her body and towards the point just below her navel.
Before she could stop to think better of it, the infamous hug once again bubbled to the surface of her consciousness. She should have seen it coming, considering the path of her thoughts. But rather than flinch at the embarrassment she still didn’t fully understand, she found the emotions somewhat muted under the pleasure of everything else. In fact, recalling the sensation of his body pressed against hers, she unconsciously found the pleasure humming beneath her skin increasing.
Her breath deepened. She felt… giddy, like she was filled with this kind of energy just waiting to burst out of her. Not unlike the first and only time she drank coffee. She felt like if she held up her hand, it would be vibrating. The thrill was even enough to distract her from wondering just why she was so interested in the sensation of Jaune's chest pressed against her own. And the pleasure certainly didn’t make her mind any clearer.
There was a slight hesitation, a part of her that wanted to question why she was enjoying the memory quite so much. She enjoyed hugs after all, what could be wrong about that? But this was different from the warmth in your heart kind of joy. But, at the same time, whenever she considered stopping there was something inside of her that seemed to despair at the very idea.
Imagining her arms still around Jaune, a light tingling filled her chest. And she didn’t want to let that sensation go. So, she didn’t; and in fact, allowed her imagination to wander as her hands continued to stoke the embers of her budding hormones.
Her peaceful smile slowly fell away. The relaxing calm the pleasure had allowed up till this point seemed to change with her focus, becoming sharper and more focused. But this did nothing to pull Ruby from her thoughts. Her mind fixed on the moment she jumped into his arms like a photograph, how nice and excited she had felt before her mind had been able to catch up with her actions. But here, she was free to cherish the moment as much as she pleased, without anyone to judge her for her oddness. Even herself.
Her entire body sang with heat, but the pleasure most notably collected in certain areas. Idly, Ruby’s hands had remained fixed to lazy circles and gentle groping centered around her breasts. But a deeper sensation was already starting to make itself known lower beneath her tummy. Eyes closed and panting ever so slightly in her steam soaked cubical, Ruby’s furled expression deepened as her hands began to drift towards the new pressure of their own volition.
Ruby didn’t know how far she’d allowed herself to be pushed. But as the tips of her fingers pressed through the thin nest of tangled brunette hairs above her slit and slipped between the cleft of virgin femininity the resounding jolt of pleasure that arched up her spine finally snapped her out of the fog that had consumed her mind, forcing her silver eyes to blink in a rapid drunken state.
“What am I…?” she mumbled, eyes widening as she took in the details of her own body. Her fast breath, her swollen and heavy breasts, the puckered shape of her nipples standing out in the humid air of the shower. Quickly, her mind began to speed back up to a normal pace allowing her to understand.
“What was I…?” she continued, only for an even hotter flush to consume her face. Suddenly, her eyes snapped wide in horror as memories of Jaune and just how she’d been thinking about her friend registered. Immediately, she yanked her fingers from her slick folds, the heat emanating from her core still burning their tips.
A long moment stretched as the young girl just stood there staring at her hand. A slight sheen covered the tips of her fingers, distinctly different from the rest of the water trickling down her figure. What’s worse, she could smell that same strange scent she’d found on her panties, but stronger. Even as innocent as Ruby might be, it was very obvious what she was looking at. Even if she couldn’t quite believe it had really come from her. Unfortunately, her time to panic was quickly cut short as soon as she recognized the sound of hurried footsteps marching in her direction.
Panic seized all other thoughts as Ruby scrambled in her cramped cubical. Her first instinct was to hide. As though whoever was approaching knew what she had just been doing. Which was crazy… she hoped. In all honesty, a marching band could have run a parade passed her stall and she probably wouldn’t have noticed. A fact Ruby was distinctly aware of in her embarrassment. But short of outright bursting out of the shower and running into the locker rooms stark naked, there wasn’t exactly anywhere she could go.
Ruby waited until the bare feet slapping against tile sounded right outside her curtain. The quick pace continued without pause turning to the stall right next to her instead. The sound of rushing water followed a second later, pouring from the nozzle overhead. Still cowering against the wall, another moment would pass before Ruby realized how ridiculous she was being.
Of course someone was just coming to take a shower. Considering where she was, that was a much more likely explanation than the entire school knowing about what she had just been doing. Even she didn’t even understand what she had been doing. Although, she had a really good idea…
Still too embarrassed to accept what she’d just found herself exploring, a new sound once again pulled her attention from herself to her new neighbor. Although, this one much stranger than footsteps. Was she… panting?
The sounds of heavy breathing sounded from the other end of the wall, just loud enough to reach Ruby’s ears over the roar of falling water. Curious, despite her current state, she found herself creeping toward the single barrier separating their wet, naked forms pressing her ear towards the strange young woman.
“Damn you!”
“Eep!”
The sudden exclamation nearly sent Ruby slipping onto her bottom. Reeling back, her head turned left and then right, terrified that her neighbor had somehow caught her eavesdropping. It was only when the panting breath increased, followed by what sounded like a groan that Ruby’s mind slowed down enough to realize that she recognized that temper.
It took a bit of convincing before Ruby could work up the nerve and approach the wall a second time. Rather than listen, however, she made the bold decision of slowly peering over the divider in an attempt to confirm her suspicions. After all, if she was caught, what was really the worst that could happen? You know, besides getting kicked out of the locker room and getting branded a pervert by the faculty.
…Ruby really hoped she wasn’t mistaken.
She was short enough that she had to stretch on her tippy toes to look over the divider. She could only hope that her first instinct had been the right one, and she wasn’t about to get sent to the headmaster for peeping. But as the top of her head cleared the metal wall and her silver eyes peered over into the adjoined space, the sight of none other than her partner, Weiss Schnee was confirmed.
A flash of panic nearly forced Ruby to retreat back into her stall. After all, the only person who might appreciate her attention even less than a stranger in the shower was her partner, the seemingly forever grumpy and proper young woman. But the instinct died as quickly as it had been born, especially when Ruby realized the chances of the white-haired girl catching her was very low. Her attention seemed to be focused… elsewhere.
A very irate Weiss could be seen hunched in the shower, face pinched and eyes clenched as she did her best to resist the pleasure currently assaulting her body. Gasping deep breaths, it took everything in her to keep her volume to a minimum. Both purposeful and accidental. Unaware of her audience, a string of mumbled curses continued to fall from her lips along with her suppressed moans as her fingers worked furiously between her legs.
“Stupid-. When I get my hands on him-. Getting worse-?” she never managed a full sentence, each attempt broken by an interrupting moan or stifled pant. It was all she could do to keep her frustration, sexual or otherwise, from sending her already frayed mind even further past the edge. Ruby could hear everything, of course, remaining perched on the other side of the stall wall.
It would be difficult to confuse what was happening. And yet, Ruby’s eyes remained fixed on the picture of Weiss’ hand pumping from between her legs, stretched wide in a bizarre mix of fascination and horror. The voice inside her head told her that she shouldn’t be watching this. And that it was rude and an invasion of privacy. But then, she had more than enough reason to be curious.
Good or bad, it was hard to say what kind of luck could lead to Wiess barging in on her just as she’d been… experimenting, only to start in on herself as well. Even though she had trouble admitting it to herself, Ruby was very aware of what she’d just been doing; even if she didn’t quite understand the implications or rationality behind it. After all, she’d never been interested in that kind of stuff before. But having had even just a small taste of the emotion that was called lust, the very young woman could at least silently acknowledge that she could see an appeal.
‘Weiss definitely looks like she’s having fun,’ she idly observed, blushing down to the tips of her toes.
Curiosity glued her to the wall, peeking like the pervert she was. Maybe she was simply fascinated by the first example of anything sexual in her life. But the more honest aspect of her mind could acknowledge that she was just as curious about seeing how someone else went about touching themselves.
Not for any particular reason, of course! It’s not like she wanted to see how other girls did it so she could learn or anything so embarrassing. No way! She wasn’t so socially stunted that she didn’t even know how to touch herself. Who could be that naive? Not her. Nope. Nah ah. She was as totally normal and well adjusted as any other teenage girl. Although… it probably wouldn’t hurt to just double check on a few things. Just to make sure!? Despite herself, Ruby’s eyes burned the image of Weiss’ motions into the deepest part of her brain.
And what a sight she made. Shifting from her hunched figure, the pale plain of her back pressed against the back wall of her shower for support while her knees bent just enough to keep her thighs splayed. Exposing her needy core, wide silver eyes spied on the line of bright red feminine folds and the fingers that rubbed against them at a speed that actually made Ruby slightly concerned. But if Weiss’ expression was anything to go by, there was only pleasure to be found in the rushed pace.
Head dropped and pale locks of wet hair dangling around her face, Weiss’ clenched expression only deepened as she enjoyed the hot need that had pushed her into such a state quickly coiling in the pit of her belly.
Sufficed to say, she hadn’t been planning on this little detour. But feeling her body suddenly combust with arousal, she’d hardly had enough time to grab a towel before she started towards the familiar line of stalls, her perky breasts bouncing in step with her hurried pace. She drew more than one glance from the other girl’s around the room. Most simply curious while other’s clearly understanding. Nearly overwhelmed, she seemed to react on instinct, immediately moving towards the one place that she was allowed to work out the building stress plaguing her nearly every hour.
It had been alarming feeling so much so suddenly. And if she weren’t so focused on her needs, even she might not be able to explain away the strange phenomena. But as it was, the memory of all her talk about Jaune with the other girls and their territorial egotism was enough inspiration for her oversexed mind to rationalize; happily brushing the complications away in favor of enjoying the benefits of her little trips.
She should be irritated at being so rudely jarred from her plans to get to her next class early. She should be worried that, if anything, her condition seemed to be getting worse. She should even be a little angry, if only so that she could really blame this on Jaune like she wanted. But instead, all she could feel was the relief of tending to the toe-curling pleasure pulsing between her legs. Whether Jaune meant it or not, the young woman was quickly becoming addicted to the effect he presented, going so far as to not even question the bizarre impulses that were beginning to control her life.
Taking a deep breath, her head started to float from the lack of oxygen. Somehow, this only made the pleasure in her core throb hotter as she bit back another moan. But she knew how to handle her own pleasure. If nothing else, she had that to thank from her sudden sexual discovery as of late. She’d had lots of time to learn how to satisfy the burning need in her loins, after all. And she was good at it.
Ruby’s expression didn’t change as she continued to watch, more and more in awe as Weiss exposed herself. It was amazing seeing Weiss so… unlike herself. But even more than that, the pleasure so clear on her features was enough to tempt even the purest of creatures.
‘Does it really feel that good?’ and other similar thoughts frequently rose the longer Ruby watched. And she only needed to focus on her body to recall her own pleasure.
More heat flushed through her bashful expression as she admired the full body blush still swelling beneath the surface of her skin. The tingling sensation she’d begun feeling around Jaune was multiple times stronger and… pleasant in a very strange way. Now that she was in her right mind, it was almost impossible not to feel the focus between her legs and the tips of her breasts.
Recalling how she’d touched herself, how good it had felt just before she’d stopped, her heart rate spiked as the heat between her legs seemed to intensify.
The young woman looked at her body in shock, unprepared for such a reaction, but also enjoying it nevertheless. Biting her lip, her expression became pained, frustrated by the discovery with no idea what she was supposed to do with it. Only for her attention to immediately look back towards her partner, critically observing just what the other girl was doing to her own body.
Weiss continued in her oblivious demonstration, fingers poised at her sex while the other took special care in rolling the tight nub of her nipple between two fingers. The pace of her breath and motions only continued to increase along with her pleasure. Ruby could actually see the other girl’s lithe muscles clench against the sensation between her legs. And slowly, she allowed her hand to shift from the wall to cup her own generous breast.
Her eyes didn’t turn from Weiss as she began to rub the sensitive flesh at the tip of her boob, doing her best to mimic the older girl’s motions. Her effort was rewarded with a warm pleasure slightly sharper than her more clumsy motions from earlier. And pulling an image of Jaune’s face to the front of her mind, on purpose this time, she was shocked to find a sudden squeak leaping from her lips.
Touching herself felt good! But touching herself while thinking about Jaune…?
The implications were more than a little worrying. But that’s what denial was for! Not to mention distractions. She would consider why it felt so good to include her friend while she touched herself later. Much later. Much, much, much later. Despite already having a firm idea she just wasn’t quite ready to approach that particular nest of confusion. Instead, she decided to tackle one issue at a time and focused on her own body for now.
Thankfully, Weiss seemed to be wrapping things up. And still poised to stare over the wall, Ruby’s fascination with sexual pleasure only increased seeing the other girl suddenly fall over the edge.
The naked girl openly bucked against her palm, relief drawing the thin, pale lines of her brow up in a desperate expression as the pleasure she’d suddenly found thrust upon her was finally satisfied. Ruby’s own breath deepened as she watched Weiss' fingers focus on the small bead at the top of her slit, a spot that seemed to be getting quite a bit of attention towards the end of her friend’s performance. Until finally the throws of passion were finished and the breath Wiess had been holding poured from her chest in a single long gasp.
If Ruby had to pick a word to describe Weiss afterward, drunk came to mind. Relaxed, dazed, even a bit happy if the satisfied and lazy grin on her face was anything to go by. She seemed content to just luxuriate in the warm water and do nothing else. It was the calmest the younger girl could ever remember seeing her partner. It was only after she was allowed to appreciate the aftershocks of pleasure and thoughtless calm that immediately followed that she seemed to remember herself and where she was.
Suddenly, the tense and anxious Weiss was back as she turned around to shut off her shower and Ruby decided that was the moment to retreat back to her own side lest she push her luck any more than she already had.
Ruby stood silently in her shower’s spray, her wide expressive eyes stretched to their limit. Doing her best to digest what had just happened, thoughts raced through her mind. It wasn’t every day you got to watch one of your closest friends so intimately. And part of her still wondered why she’d gone so far as to watch the whole thing. For that answer, however, all she needed was to look down at her own body to remember her own aching frustration.
Embarrassment slowed her hand reaching down towards the apex of her pink thighs. Bravado aside, when it came to the topic of sex Ruby knew that she was slightly… behind other teenagers her age. But this wasn’t exactly news. What had changed, however, was that this was the first time she found herself bothered by the fact.
She’d never cared before. She’d never had a reason to. Or rather, no one had given her a reason to care. Until now? The question burned in her heart, nearly as frightening and confusing as the boy who had started this entire mess. Because Ruby was finally starting to think these feelings might not be as innocent as she’d first thought.
She still wasn’t sure how to feel about her feelings… if that made sense. She wasn’t even sure what it meant to like someone in that way. All she did know was that whenever she thought of Jaune she felt… happy and excited, and the more he looked at her the more she felt that way. But… that wasn’t like a crush or anything, was it?
A deep sigh fell from her lips as she hung her head in defeat. This was the problem with growing up. Everything was always so much more complicated than it used to be. Friends were never just friends. Feelings always meant more than they used to. And her body only continued to confuse her, the same pressure in her loins pounding with each beat of her heart.
A shiver ran up her spine as she acknowledged the pent-up desire. Her frustration only continued to mount in her complete inability to address the hungry sensations. Feeling a frown twist her features, she found herself actually jealous of the easy and calm face Weiss had been able to make. The reminder of her partner finally brought Ruby back to the voyeuristic experience. Most notably, the few clues she’d been able to pick up from watching Weiss release her own stress. Looking at her body once again, the hesitation that had stilled her hand was suddenly much less halting.
Maybe… maybe it would be good for her to explore these new feelings? Maybe it would even help her understand what her feelings if she knew where they went? After all, she should at least try things once before she decided she didn’t like it, right? That was just, like, a rule! And, if she were honest with herself, the small taste of pleasure she’d felt just before she’d realized what she was doing… did make her curious. And before she knew it, Ruby found the hand still pressed above her navel slowly reaching downward.
A moment later a shudder ran up her spine as she felt the oddly swollen but slick glands of her lower lips slide along the length of her fingers. Her hips were immediately flushed with a pleasant warmth that begged for more. Giving in, the bright light in Ruby's eyes slowly lowered into a half-lidded expression as she did her best to repeat what she’d seen from her friend.
‘Just… want to try it once,’ she reasoned, ignoring the part of her that shied away from what she considered yucky. ‘People are always making such a big deal about sex and all that gross stuff. But it can’t feel that grea-,’ she mused to herself, enjoying the sensation of her outer folds without pressing deeper. But as she continued, the need for friction encouraged her to press harder and harder against her sex until the slippery fluid allowed her digit to slip between the puffy shell of soft flesh guarding her mound. Suddenly, her eyes were once again wide as she felt her finger brush against the start of her opening, a bolt of sharp pleasure arching up her spine and turning her knees weak.
Ruby’s hand flew out to catch herself on the wall before she could fall. More heat flooded her cheeks as her eyes tightened into an look of desire. On her once cherub face, it made for an exceptionally sinful expression. Parting her lips, she took one shuttering breath before bracing her fingers against the cold tiled wall.
‘Oh…’ she acknowledged, only then starting to realize the danger of the path she’d started, ‘ooooh.’ Her eyes widened, almost afraid of the truth she’d sought out. And yet, casting a shy glance left and then right, her eager fingers once again returned to the gentle sawing motion that split her core. Exploring her body for the first time and discovering all the secrets an adult body could hold.
XxX
“Yang?”
The blonde-haired huntress blinked at the sound of her name. Face turned towards the locker and bra in her hand, she’d been about to finish getting dressed when… something had stopped her. Brief sounds around her called for her attention, but her focus remained stuck on her body and the sensations that hadn’t been there just seconds ago. Namely, a much more pressing pressure in her loins that nearly had her knees buckling from under her. She did her best to blink out of the reverie and turned to face the pair of yellow eyes studying her every motion.
“Sup?” Yang grinned, her practiced ease displaying as just that. But Blake seemed to be the only one capable of looking past her bullshit and narrowed her eyes immediately.
“Um, Weiss?” was the brunette’s answer. Her eyebrow rose in a suspicious expression. “And Pyrrha? You did see both of them just run off, right?” Yang hadn’t… but something told her that wasn’t the answer Blake wanted to hear.
“Totally!” she put on a shocked expression. One that was just as believable as her last one, if Blake’s answering frown was any indication. “Maybe they have, ah, classes?” Her frown deepened.
It was only slightly embarrassing being so easily seen through. Though, Yang felt validated in the excuse of her own distraction helping little in her performance. It was kind of hard to be believable when you also had to worry about pressing your thighs together in a feeble attempt at easing the pressure within. The warmth she experienced quickly spread throughout her body only making her naked skin even more sensitive. Blake finally called her on her bullshit.
“Okay, seriously, what’s happening? First that little showdown with Weiss and Pyrrha and now the three of you are totally wigging out. Anything you want to tell me?” And there was… but Yang would have been considerably more comfortable discussing it if she wasn’t currently standing damn near buck naked while her libido suddenly decided to pick up like Ruby on a sugar high. Not ashamed of her body, neither was Yang super on board with her partner seeing her all hot and bothered.
“Nothing!” Yang insisted, a forced grin on her face as she finished wrapping the cotton elastic band around her torso. Hooks latched, she twisted her bra until the cups lined up with the heavy mounds of her breasts. The comfort of finally covering her hard nipples was only slightly mitigated by the new wave of pleasure that arose feeling the soft material slide against her sensitive tips. And Blake, of course, watched her the entire time, arms crossed over her own chest as her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Fine!” the blond snapped, bashful in a way most never got to see as she moved to quickly grasp the button up shirt of her uniform. It was only after the light blush brightened the color of her collar and neck that she continued, “It seems like… all that talk from earlier might have gotten me a little,” she swallowed against her throat fighting the sensation, “excited.” Suddenly, Blake’s frown lessened ever so slightly, replaced by a sarcastic roll of her eyes.
“Yeah,” the cat Faunus drawled, “think I managed to work that out that much when Weiss suddenly started sprinting towards the back of the lockers rather than the door. Pyrrha wasn’t exactly subtle either, although, she admittedly managed to carry herself better than you.” She smirked then, which only earned another hot flush from her blonde partner who had to struggle to keep from glaring. Yang settled for a huff instead, peering towards the showers where Blake said Weiss had run off.
“you think she’s…?” Eyebrow raised, Yang didn’t bother finishing her question, but she didn’t have to. Blake snorted sarcastically, as though it was even worth asking.
“I could practically smell her before Weiss finally took off.” Blakes expression took on a disturbing note. Yeah, Faunus senses aren’t always as beneficial as Oobleck’s classes make them out to be.
“That’s… huh.” Yang ended up coughing, suddenly embarrassed for both young women while taking an obvious step backward for her own sake. Blake’s eyes rolled for a second time seeing the gesture for what it was.
“I seriously don’t get it. All of this just for one guy, seriously?” Her incredulity was mirrored in Yang’s dubious shrug. “this can’t just be me. I mean, this isn’t normal, is it? To have that much of a reaction talking about him? No one is that attractive.” And least of all Jaune, went unsaid.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Yang shook her head. Back still turned against her friend, her backside made a particular view as she shimmied her skirt into place. Pulling the zipper up her hip, she finally had a semblance of modesty even if it felt like she was poking through her top. “I don’t get it either. But, since when has this crap ever made sense? Are you telling me you were never attracted to someone that you couldn’t explain?” Naturally, Blake wasn’t touching that one with a ten-foot pole, changing the subject instead.
“Were you serious then?” she pushed, staring critically at the back of her friend’s head. “About going after Jaune. Are you actually going to compete against Weiss and Pyrrha?” The question was blunt and hard to address considering the conflict Yang could feel in her chest. Rather than answer, she made an effort to smirk the inquiry away.
“Like it would be a competition.” Finally dressed, she even felt comfortable offering her partner a seductive pose showing off her impressive figure while she peeked over her shoulder for Blake’s reaction. But the black-haired girl wasn’t laughing. And after a moment of her steely gaze, Yang’s forced smile finally dropped into irritation.
“I don’t know, okay?” she huffed, reaching for her blazer next. “I just wanted to tease Weiss and the next thing I know she got all defensive. I just… let my temper get the best of me. I should probably know better by now.”
“So, you weren’t serious?” Blake continued for confirmation. Unfortunately, she was asking questions that Yang just didn’t have the answers too.
“I… don’t know about that either,” she hesitated to answer, surprisingly reluctant to claim she didn’t have any investment. And when Blake shot her a look of disbelief, Yang’s irritation quickly peeked.
“Look. Clearly, I must be subconsciously picking up on something that my eyes can’t see. I mean, if I can’t even talk about him without soaking through a pair of panties then there has to be more to this guy than I thought. And, yeah, part of me wants to think, hey, its just been a while and maybe I’m only horny. And once I get it out of my system, I’ll go back to my usual standards.”
“And the other part?”
Yang didn’t answer right away, toying with the ribbon tied around her collar. But when she turned to look at Blake, her expression was uncharacteristically thoughtful. “And the other parts starting to think… would it really be so bad to give it a shot? Especially after what we saw today. I mean, he was actually kind of, and I swear if you ever tell him I said this, I’ll kill you, but cool. And not just in a cool for Jaune, kind of way. But actually cool. I always thought he was just this passive wimp, you know? But there was something about the pleasure he took from utterly humiliating his opponent. Maybe we’re a better match than I thought.” She shrugged.
Blake wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t heard it come directly out of her friend’s mouth. It was surprising to see that Yang had been thinking about Jaune this in depth. Suddenly her curiosity over the situation flared up and she found herself helplessly drawn to seeing how all of this drama eventually settled. There was still some suspicion, of course. But that was simply her nature. In the end, all she could do was put on an exhausted expression before standing up to purposefully bump her side into Yang’s in a playful shove.
“I’m the last person in this school with the right to give anyone relationship advice. If you think you might like Jaune, I say go for it. At the very least, he doesn’t seem like the type to spread rumors or try and get back at you if you end up changing your mind. Worst case scenario, things get a little awkward between you two until he gets a new girlfriend.” Which wouldn’t take very long, if Weiss and Pyrrha’s intentions hadn’t been clear enough. Yang snorted as she considered her friend’s opinion.
“I’m done thinking about this.” Yang gave a large roll of her eyes. “we both know I’m not the type to overthink things, and if I keep worrying about Jaune, it isn’t going to help anyone. If we get in a mood that seems… eh, right then maybe I’ll test the waters. Otherwise, it isn’t like I couldn’t find another guy to scratch my itch.” A response that only earned silence as Blake moved to start towards the exit. Yang couldn’t help but giggle, quickly chasing after her partner and completely oblivious to the pair of wide blue eyes following her retreating figure from behind a locker’s metal grate.
A/N:Once again, a big thank you to everyone asking for updates and I do not mean that sarcastically. I’ll never be upset or annoyed at people who just want to read more of my work. That said, if you guys could actually stop with the fucking Za warudo comments I would actually be very glad. Seriously, stop. I get it. Jaune can stop time. It wasn’t even that funny the first time… (even if I’m laughing as I write this) Have a great day everyone.
Next chapter – November – December: His plan to manipulate Yang took a turn as soon as her he started to hear what the two women were talking about. Be sure to read the next chapter where we learn just how much Jaune managed to hear, what he thinks about it, and what he plans to do about. There is also Jaune’s meeting with the headmistress to consider, though it might happen a little sooner than the teacher originally planned.
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sense of Semblance