You can't believe the things the Schnee family had to go through to redeem themselves. What happened to them? READ at YOUR own risk. Seriously, it's humor. And of course, it doesn't make sense. Might be plotholes, errors, and inconsistency. Why not? Comedy is comedy. Enjoy!
Warning: the content is pure smut and shouldn't be taken seriously. For real, I am serious. This was so random. The author and his girlfriend don't support and/or endorse this chapter. Once again, it's jokes. Just jokes.
Weiss Schnee submitted herself to a man she didn't know. She closed her eyes as the man entered her sacred temple. They weren't in a hotel room. They weren't in the family home. Or, they were no longer allowed to live in the family home.
"C'mon, baby. I've paid for excitement. At least perk up for me," the stranger said as the snow white princess was acting like a dead lay in bed. She had worst days, this being one of them. How could a woman and former heir to the Schnee fortune sink into this position?
Before this men and women would line up to have the privilege of seeing the snow princess. Now, she was giving "handies" and "innies" outside of a bar/tavern for a few dollars.
As she laid there, lying on hay in what they call a barn instead of a rat pit while this stranger she met at the bar promising her money for sex, she wanted to graciously thank her father for screwing the family one final time.
She meant that spiritually and mentally as she felt the man climaxing inside of her.
The man wiped the sweat off of his brow. "Oum, baby. You were great. Sorry that I came inside."
Weiss didn't answer. She wouldn't answer, granting a silent, dignified response. She reached for the towel and cleaned herself off. "No worries. I always wanted to know that warm sinking feeling I call my life." She slapped herself. "Oh, what a nightmare. Wait a minute? I am living it." Her voice was flat and monotonous. She extended her hand for the john's payment.
$100. $100's worth of her pride, dignity, and her womanhood. She slapped her hands. She knew she had to give a few dollars to the people who had to lend her the barn. Aside from that, she knew her family was going to be okay.
Jacques Schnee, the owner of the Schnee Dust Company, was embezzling funds so he could take care of his women out in Southeast Asia. Firstly, Weiss wasn't aware that there was a Southeast Asia outside of Vale. Secondly, she didn't think the old timer's gear was functioning. At least for women. She didn't forget the nights when her brother Whitley was instructed to go into her father's study for training.
Be as it may, the family fortune ran dry. He left town and his whereabouts were currently unknown. The family became a disgrace. In a matter of days, Weiss and her family went from being the talk of the town to the scum of the Earth. No one would take them in. Weiss wasn't surprised. Their mother and Winter were caught bedeviling to the residence. Winter's rank in the military was stripped away and was honorably discharged.
As for Whitley, he wasn't the same after his father's training in the study. Let's just say that Whitley enjoys riding bikes a bit more than the next guy.
She couldn't find work, or at least no one would hire her. Even if she did find work outside of Vale, the author of this tale would have forbidden her for it would have killed the plot.
With their allocated resources, the girls and Whitley resorted to a studio apartment above a tavern. The same tavern where she found her dates.
Weiss entered the residence. She was glad to see her sisters, Winter and Whitley sitting at the table waiting for her. The girls were happy as they ran to embrace their sister. Comfort was what she needed.
And also a tampon and a morning-after pill.
She gave them the money. "This should be enough to hold us down." Winter took the money, putting it in a jar and placing it inside of the cabinet. Weiss was given a cup of tea from Whitley. "Here you go, sis."
"Thanks, love," she told Whitley as she ingested the tea. "Damn, I had a rough night."
"Tough break, sis," asked Winter as she took a seat. "It is easier with the military. They don't mind giving it away. I get extra for being formerly part of it."
Despite Winter's dishonorable discharge, they gave her a position they think she was deserved, the men's public sanitational engineer.
"What can I say," she told her sisters. "At least I am getting a decent wage and it does wonders for my complexion." She showed her arms. "Smooth and safe skin."
Whitley was getting herself a cup of tea. "She's right, sis. Being escorts isn't our proudest profession, but we must stay proud and prideful. We shouldn't let them get to us." She took a sip. "At least you guys are getting paid. I am just grateful to have something warm in my stomach. It makes it easier when we don't have food at night."
Weiss wrapped her arms around her sisters. "Don't worry, girls. Trouble don't last always. We will get better. Someday, an opportunity is going to knock at our doorstep."
A few moments later, the sound of the door was unlocked. Their mother came and entered the room. In her hands were packages of cigarettes and alcohol.
"And I spoke too soon," said Weiss.
"Shut your pie hole," scoffed Willow as she came inside. "Anyway, gather around girls. Your mother, Willow, has some good news for you." Weiss, Winter, and Whitley gathered around the table to listen to their mother's news. "How would you feel if you guys were to get married?"
The response was met with laughter.
"Who wants to marry us," said Winter. "That's like saying that Clay Aiken isn't gay. He just likes taking it to impress women."
"Or telling Lil Pump that he makes real music," said Weiss.
"Or Dad telling me that my penis is just an enlarged clitoris," said Whitley.
Willow tapped the table. "Listen." She pointed at Weiss. "Do you remember that Jaune boy?"
Weiss shook her head. "Yeah, Jaune Arc. What about him?"
"Well, as you know, the Arc family had run into some money after their father got in an accident," said Willow. She reached into her purse, showing a pair of pliers, a blowtorch, and brake cables. "So, anyway, I told Jaune that you guys were available and he doesn't mind getting to know you girls. Especially you, Weiss," she said as she winked at Weiss.
"Vomit Boy? Really, Mom?"
"He is a rich vomit boy now," she said. "Thanks to yours truly. Anyway, if you marry into the family, we can restore our fortune."
Weiss bit her lip. "Mom, I would rather lick the bathroom floor before being with Vomit Boy."
"Doesn't stop you from fucking random men on those pissy bathroom floors," interjected Willow.
"Ok, I stand corrected." She took a breath. "If so, why would he take us. You must realize that we aren't in the best of situations."
"Relax, child," said Willow. "Jaune is humble and sweet. You know he doesn't judge." She snapped her fingers. "In fact, I actually arranged a little nightcap with him. He wants to have a talk."
"When," asked Whitley.
"Tonight," replied Willow. "So, go and take a shower so we can get ready."
"But the shower is broken," said Winter.
"Good thing about sinks, right," said Willow.
That evening, the sisters and their mother go to Jaune's house for a visit. The Arc family wasn't home with the exception of Jaune. It was the idea of the girls to get acquainted with each other. Willow suggested to Jaune that in order to acquaint himself with the girls, he need to see them separately.
"I don't know, Ms. Schnee, I am a bit nervous," he told her.
"Don't be, Jaune. Trust me, these are good girls," said Willow.
"I don't want to force them for anything," said Jaune. "I know it was your idea and…" He was interrupted when she pressed her fingers to his lip.
"Relax, Jaune. I've taught them everything I know. They know how to handle themselves," she told him.
"Okay," he told her.
Willow had already spoken to the girls on what they must do if they want Jaune to marry one of them. So, as instructed, the nervous Jaune waited as each girl was getting ready for their talk. They were in three separate rooms. When one door opened, Jaune would enter the room.
Weiss was the first girl to open the door. Jaune bowed as Willow entered inside of the room. Willow stood by the door as she hoped that Weiss made a good impression.
It wasn't long when she heard the middle daughter screaming.
Willow wasn't phased. "Well, screaming is like moaning. Should be normal for her when being with johns. So, I think she is fine."
An hour later, Jaune stepped out of the room. He closed the door and went to Willow. She remained silent. She swayed her hand to the eldest daughter's room. Winter opened the door and Jaune went inside.
Just like Weiss, she waited by Winter's door.
It wasn't long when she heard the eldest daughter laughing.
Willow wasn't phased. "Winter had a sense of humor. What he is doing must be humorous. That's normal."
About an hour and a half later, Jaune stepped out of the room. He closed the door and once again went to Willow. She swayed her hand to her youngest daughter's room. Jaune was a bit apprehensive. However, he was interrupted by her fingers again. "It's on the inside that counts, Jaune dear." Whitley opened the door and Jaune went inside.
Just like Weiss and Winter, she waited by Whitley's door.
However, there was silence going on in the room. Willow waited for thirty minutes to hear something, but she didn't hear anything.
Willow wasn't phased. "Whitley was the silent type. No matter. That's normal."
About three hours later, Jaune stepped out of the room and closed the door. He looked to Willow. He didn't say a word. He nodded to her and returned to his room.
The next day, the girls were having breakfast in the kitchen. The Arc family have returned by morning. The Arc sisters didn't mind making breakfast for their guest. As the Schnee family was sitting outside for private talk, Willow asked the girls on what happened in the bedroom with Jaune.
"So, Weiss. Explanation on why you were screaming," she asked her.
Weiss blushed. She averted her eyes. "Well, you have always told me that if it hurt I should scream."
"You are correct, my child. The Arc boy is well built," said Willow.
"Vomit Boy isn't bad," she told her mother as she took a sip of her juice.
Willow turned to Winter. "So, Winter, why were you laughing?"
"You have told me whenever it tickled, I should laugh," she told her.
"You're right, my dear," answered Willow. "Honestly, I was a ticklish girl myself whenever your father made sex with me." She turned to Whitley. "No offense, Whitley."
The white-haired child raised her hand. "None taken."
"So, since we are on the subject. Why were you so quiet in the room. In fact, for quite a while?"
Whitley blushed. She turned beet red. "Well, Mom. You always told me never to talk with my mouth full."
A few moments later, Jaune nervously stepped outside. The girls turned to Jaune. Willow crossed her legs as she saw the boy who had his encounter with her daughters. "So, Jaune, have you made a decision on which girl you want."
He scratched under his chin. "Well, I have made my decision, but unfortunately the story is going to a close."
"What are you talking about," asked Willow.
"I mean the story is over. The end."
"Wait for a second," said Willow. "This isn't fiction. I mean we aren't like The Sopranos when they love cutting scenes in mid-"
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I hope you guys enjoyed this wack-up chapter. Honestly, we didn't know what we were thinking as we wrote this. If you like it, cool. If not, oh well. Stay tuned in the future for another one-shot. More wacky stories to come.