RWBY ON FUKIN DRUGS
Hello there, I'm a writer who's range is strictly limited to RWBY stories, since other than Modern Family and tons of ecchi anime, I only watch RWBY.
Recently, I've lost my sanity a bit, so I decided to write this to mess around a bit and see if any sick fuck like me likes it.
Warning, tons of spoiler, ooc characters, smut, and completely random bullshit. Consider this the Plastic Nee San of fan fictions.
With that out of the way, enjoy.
Ruby lay in the soft bed of her dorm, stark naked.
It was morning, as the ray of light stretching through the slightly opened curtains indicated.
A squelch emanated from her bunk and she quietly fiddled with her nether regions a bit. It felt good, but odd. She had read somewhere that 98 per cent of the world masturbaited, the other 2% were complete fucking liars.
Apparently, it was true.
Her fingers spread apart her drooling walls as she moaned into her pillow. The warm, wet structure of her vagina folded and collapsed around her prying fingers.
"Uhh…mm…ahh…" Her moans were a special kind of moan, like a cross between a sweet virgin enjoying her first kiss and a woman enjoying sex for the umpteenth time.
It was so wet, so soft, so perfect, inside.
Ruby rolled in her bunk and curled her toes. Her body stretched and wreathed, feeling the bliss way more than should be allowed in a shared dorm.
The phone that she left on her pillow read 8am.
She was late for class.
Then her orgasm hit.
/ ( Great, now I have your attention. )
The stage was set and lit.
The platform was erected and the whole class watched from cushioned seats. Glynda stood at the side, observing from behind her spectacles.
Jaune's slid his sneakers back, and into a defensive position. His muscles tightened, and he grit his teeth. He gripped his long, hard sword carefully. He needed his full wits about him, every iota of concentration at his brain, all systems go.
After all, he was facing Cardin Winchester in a battle in from of the whole class.
And Pyrrha's urn was watching, he couldn't fail.
Cardin ran at him with his dumbass mace, swinging it like a fucking idiot. Jaune raised his sword to defend his face, but it was too late.
The mace slammed into his blade, making a crater sized dent into the flat face of the weapon. The sword rebounded and slapped Jaune in the face with a ringing clap, and the blonde boi flew 10 metres into the air before slamming into the polished floor.
"Ha! Fucking pleb!" Cardin chuckled.
"Watch yourself Mr Winchester, or I'll have to discipline you later in my office." Glydna threatened, sucking her index finger with passionate vigour.
The bell suddenly went off as hard the orgasm Cardin usually gave her, and the class rattled off in an instant to listen to K-Pop and rape African children, leaving a crumpled Jaune on the stage.
But something changed in Jaune that day. Something went off.
The years of people bullying him and jeering at his body that was built up behind a wall of insecurities, abruptly burst. And that day, Jaune died.
Visions tinted in blue washed over him. He saw himself kissing Pyrrha, he saw the kids in his primary laugh at him that day he failed all his exams. The teacher sniggered as she handed him his papers. He flipped it over and saw a mark of 3 over 100. The class erupted in jeers, and the teacher held back a howl.
The scene swirled, and he saw him stealing a Beacon Acadamy entrance paper, filling in fake information.
And now, with the whole class against him, something in him snapped.
The figure on the stage stirred, and stood.
His back cracked, and Jaune was no more.
The sexy, bad boy Juan stood.
"Prepárate para follar, mundo."
His eyes flashed, and he left the room to begin exacting his revenge.
/ ( if you're still reading, i want to be your bbf )
Weiss Schnee roamed the corridors of Beacon, the academy she basically owned. The Schnee Dust Company bought over all other companies from McDannyolds to Sampieceofshitsong.
And Beacon university was no acceptation.
She crossed a dusty locker, where Ozpin, the principle was waiting.
"Please, Ms Schnee, may I have a proper office? I'll eat you out if you do, I give the best munchies."
Weiss looked at him with distain. "Go on."
Ozpin grovelled. "Maybe a nice office, like a fucking huge one on top of a tower with a giant metal clock.."
"Metal cock?"
"Clock," Ozpin corrected, "A huge ass office with only one dumbass table and chair-"
Weiss rolled her dazzling eyes, "Bite me you old autistic fuck, your current office is fine."
And she stuffed him in the locker.
School bored her. Her family owned everything, and everyone. She could have anything and anyone. Life was pointless, meaningless. She didn't care about anything or anyone anymore.
Suddenly, a thought of interest popped into her head.
'I need Mexican cock.'
"Hola." A deep, sultry voice growled behind her.
Weiss whipped around to see Jaune, who looked strangely homosexual.