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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
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Contains: Ruby x Blake (Ladybug) Alternate Universe - Ruby and Blake don’t know eachother, Upskirt kink, Butt, legs and panties fetish, No Sex, Discovery, Public Exhibitionism, Underwear kink, Mildly Dubious Consent: Peeping, Consensual Peeping

Ruby Rose always kind of knew she was weird. She liked weird music, watched a lot of obscure online shows and read books by authors no one else had ever heard of. But even all of that couldn’t hope to compare to the oddest thing about her, something that no one else knew anything about.

Ruby had a thing for girls, specifically, girl’s butts. But it wasn’t just seeing them which excited her, it was the prospect of glimpsing a girl’s butt from beneath her skirt. If all she was interested in was just their butts then any top shelf magazine or mildly scintillating website could provide ample fodder. It was the teasing curve from beneath a fluttered hem. It was the innate skill which came with catching only the briefest glimpse and being able to retain the vivid mental image away for future enjoyment.

Ever her arrival Beacon Academy had proved an ample supply of young, athletic and strikingly beautiful girls for Ruby to admire from afar. Sometimes they glanced over and saw her looking. Almost always they simply dismissed her because she was an innocent looking girl.

Even some of the professors were not exempt from Rubys wandering gaze. Although Professor Goodwitch’s form fitting pencil skirt offered little chance of fluttering out of place where reality failed, Rubys imagination would take precedence. Ruby could still admire the elegant curve it presented and idly dream of what it would look like to catch a glimpse at such a mesmerising example of-

‘There she is’

While Ruby heartily enjoyed her fill of what Beacon had to offer there was one in particular who never failed to catch the crimsonettes attention, that mysterious girl with raven black hair. Ruby didn’t know her name, never daring to speak to her. But she knew that they attended a lot of the same classes and where she could encounter her.

Every time Ruby saw her she would be engrossed in reading her book, even as she walked to class. And yet she moved with an unshakable confidence in her step. Ruby had once even seen her dodge a wild football without even breaking step or glancing away from her novel. It was like she had some kind of inhuman senses to her advantage.

After a while Ruby soon realised that not only did she attend the same lectures her class schedule meant she always took the same stairway at the same time to reach the lecture hall. And it was pure coincidence that Ruby just happened to find herself a few paces behind the black-haired beauty eager to indulge herself in admiring the sight of the most perfect backside she had ever witnessed.

The girl began to ascend the stairs and as usual Ruby followed a few steps behind. For the first time in her life Ruby was thankful that she had yet to experience her foretold growth spurt, allowing her to remain in close proximity while still being able to admire her full beauty.

Starting from the bottom she wore black socks in her uniform shoes which reached up over the top of her ankles. The dark material contrasted sharply with the pale white skin of her curvaceous legs. Following up the back of her leg, through the dimple of the back of her knee, Ruby admired the soft outline of her delectably creamy thigh.

Above that fluttered the hem of her dark red school shirt, Ruby watching enraptured as the material lifted a little with each step she took. At times, when the breeze caught it just right and usually too fast for anyone not already looking to notice, Ruby would be treated to the sight of what lay beneath. Copper blue today.

Ruby made a conscious effort to record the memory to be enjoyed at her leisure. As she reached the top of the stairs Ruby stepped aside from the flow of the people climbing the stairs, closing her eyes to indulge herself in a little fantasy before class. When Ruby opened her eyes, she scanned the crowd around her in search of her secret crush but to no avail.

Just as Ruby was about to surrender she felt a hand on her shoulder. Rubys heart immediately stopped, slowly glancing around to face the source of the hand. Some part of her already knew who it was, that same girl, staring back at her with an unflinching stare making it impossible to tell what she was actually thinking.

The girl spoke first. “Are you, the one who’s always looking up my skirt?”

So, this was it. This was how Ruby was going to be thrown out of Beacon. Forever branded the pervert who liked looking up other girl’s skirts. She considering making a break for it. But where would she go, what would happen tomorrow? She attended a lot of the same lectures and they lived in the same dorms. How would she ever hope to evade her.

“I…” was all Ruby could think to say before her brain went into overdrive. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to and I promise I’ll stop and-”

“I’m not mad at you” the girl interrupted.

Rubys brain shorted out as she processed her response. “Huh?”

The girl leant in closer, whispering beneath her breath in a way which proved unbelievably arousing. “When a girl looks up my skirt” her fingers began to idly toy with the shoulder of Rubys jacket. “It really excites me”

Ruby couldn’t muster the mental fortitude to respond, simply staring back as the raven-haired girl returned a sweet smile completely at odds with what she had said.

‘Is this what Yang used to call a tease?’

The girl moved back to face Ruby. “I wasn’t sure if I was right, but it’s such a relief” she held her hand out. “I’m Blake”

Ruby accepted the offered hand. “Ruby” This seemed a surprisingly formal introduction given the circumstances of their meeting.

“Ruby, you can keep looking if you want” Blake said.

“Really?” Ruby asked. Blake nodded in agreement.

A part of Ruby made her think she was being set up for something, this all seemed to convenient that the girl she had pined over for so long secretly enjoyed her attentions. Still, even if that were the case, she was determined to make the best of the moment while it lasted.

“In fact” without another word Blake grabbed Rubys wrist and pulled her after her.

Ruby found herself being drawn towards the stairs leading to the upper lecture halls. Most of the other students had already passed so only a trickle of dawdlers still remained. Blake suddenly stopped, Ruby about to stumble into her before Blake caught her. Leaning in close the black-haired beauty whispered “Stay behind me”

Blake stepped ahead of Ruby, ascending the first steps of the stairwell. Ruby couldn’t think to do anything but follow what she had said. Ruby placed herself in her ideal spot a few steps behind Blake. Rubys heart was beating wildly in her chest as she walked. She was usually so clam when she looked and yet not only being given permission but being encouraged somehow seemed more deviant than ever before.

Ruby indulged herself in admiring Blakes shapely legs, her toned thighs, her beautifully bouncing butt. Blake moved with a renewed sway to her hips as she ascended the stairs. Each movement caused the hem of her skirt to rise, kept aloft by the next step such that her underwear was left almost perpetually on display to those in the ideal position to view it. At any other time, Ruby might have considered that too flagrant of an act to find appealing. But knowing that Blake was presenting herself specially for her enjoyment just ignited something inside of her.

Ruby could have sworn she saw a darkened patch on Blakes underwear. While it may have simply been a trick of the light, she really hoped it wasn’t.

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The early morning walk to lectures the next day was conducted with a renewed sense of enthusiasm Ruby had not experienced since her first arrival at Beacon. The crimsonette stood to the side at the base of the stairs, waiting in thinly veiled anticipation. She’d even arrived a quarter of an hour early just to ensure that she was there in time to meet her.

Ruby glimpsed the tips of Blakes customary bow above the heads of the crowd. Blake moved into view, her eyes as always buried deeply in her novel of the day. Ruby fought to keep her excitement from boiling over as Blake passed her without acknowledgement. Part of Ruby was thankful for that, knowing that if she had caught a glimpse of that smile she would not have been able to control herself from making a scene.

Instead, Ruby formed herself into the stream of people, her customary place a few paces in the wake of the raven-haired beauty. Ruby began as she always did, admiring her sculpted ankles and her creamy white calves. Ruby worked her way up past her rounded thighs, all the while she wondered what colour Blake had chosen for the day. Perhaps a pure white or a fiery orange. Ruby dared even to imagine what Blake would look like were she to see her dressed in a lacy black-

Ruby almost lost her footing, caught only from rolling back down the stairs by grabbing the side railing for support. Ruby stumbled to regain her footing and her senses. At the same time Blake continued up the stairs unabated even as a few ahead of her turned back to witness the commotion. Ruby had lost her chance at a second glance to assure herself of what she had just seen. Re-establishing her footing Ruby followed swiftly up the stairs after her, cresting the peak only to have lost sight of her objective.

Just as she was about to surrender to defeat Ruby felt the touch of a familiar hand upon her shoulder. Ruby turned to be met by Blake, a warm smile forming at the edges of her lips. With her free hand she reached down to sequester something into Rubys open palm, tightly closing her hand into a fist around it to ensure Ruby had no chance of misplacing it. It felt warm.

Blake leant in close to her ear and whispered “A gift, my little peeper”

Blake sauntered off into the crowd without another word. Ruby instinctively thrust her closed hand into her pocket to conceal what she had just been given. Yet, at the same time, she could not supress the temptation to peek the material over the lip of her jacket pocket just to catch a fleeting glimpse.

‘Pink’

Ruby quickly stuffed the article back into her jacket as she made her way down the corridor towards the lecture hall. Ruby focussed herself on the regular clap of her shoes against the floor in an effort to distract herself from what had just transpired. Ruby was sure she would have to catch up with Blake and return these later today. But, perhaps, not before she’d had the opportunity to indulge herself a little first.

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

<Ruby performing her customary ritual of admiring the view from underneath Blakes skirt when she realises there’s something different about her underwear. On closer inspection she can make out the phrase across her buttocks ‘If you’re reading this, you better be Ruby Rose’>

Inspired by: http://www.yuri-ism.net/slide/read/is_my_hobby_weird/en/1/1/page/1
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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