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Disclaimers:

I do not own Hyperdimension Neptunia, nor its characters.

Also given the overall success of the last story I wrote here, I've been requested to add more, and forgot to mention this was a oneshot deal. It doesn't mean there won't be more, it's just that they'll all be separated from one another in terms of timeline.

Recently, I got a request to do a Vert x Blanc pairing, and at first glance did not know where to start, since Vert's flown under the radar for me. However, I did find two key elements I could use that could form the basis for this oneshot and even got the title written out: "Disciplinary Action".

This one's likely going to be more violent than the previous one, considering Blanc's nature and the rather cutthroat relations between the two, mostly based on breast size. Oh, and expect a lot more cursing too. I'm going to get really carried away with that aspect of Blanc's personality.

Updates:

I've recently renamed the title of the whole fanfiction, as it's now going to house several oneshots of the series, with no relation to each other. This fanfiction may still be edited; I posted it her right now since my last one was in January, and that I had a half-done fanfiction sitting there for the past 2 months. So, have fun with this one (Also NSFW).

Vert was getting bored of playing games, even though it was exciting for her to rack up an impressive killcount, which would grow so big that no one would be able to surpass it. Vert, being a goddess, would literally have the capacity to play for sixteen hours straight and not get exhausted.

"First blood! … Boom, headshot! … Backstabber! … One shot kill!" she would chant while cracking a smile of utmost satisfaction, as she levelled nearly every other player on the opposing team.

Although, the games were nearly always the same. Vert's team would almost always win, and it got to the point where it wasn't a blast, but more like the old grind. Vert wanted to share her game with someone else, an actual person to sit next to, someone to actually keep her company. She simply wanted human contact, or at least goddess contact, and knew that she had made a few mistakes with Blanc in the past, by over-ridiculing the brunette's nonexistent rack.

Vert thought to herself quietly, as only the slight ambience within her room could be heard, "I've made some mistakes in the past, but I'm sure that Blanc could use some company, considering she probably works so hard to run a nation and take care of her little sisters. Besides, we can all enjoy a good game session."

Vert, confident that she could rekindle an old friendship, headed to Lowee to meet up with Blanc for an afternoon of gaming. Upon arriving at Blanc's doorstep, she rang the bell and was promptly greeted by Blanc, whose face was only partially visible as part of it was concealed by a book she was trying to read at the same time.

"Well hello there. What brings you to my doorstep?" Blanc hushed to Vert.

"Loneliness, really. It's driving me to the point where I just feel like I drank some expired milk. So, can we set aside our differences, please?" Vert explained solemnly.

"I too get lonely sometimes, and wish I could talk to someone other than Rom or Ram. So sure, come on in."

Upon entering the Loweean Basilicom, Vert, obsessed with first person shooters, wanted to suggest that Blanc to join in on the fun. Contrary to popular belief that first-person shooters increased levels of violence in the people that played them, Vert believed it served as a good way to release the player's tension. Breathing softly, she asked Blanc kindly, "Blanc, I don't know if this is exactly your favorite game in the world, but since you've got the same home console as I do, wanna play some Call of Neppy? Maybe it can help you unwind and relieve your stress."

Blanc replied, "Umm… sure, why not. I mean I get to hang out with an old friend in the process."

The two girls sat down on the couch beside each other and engaged in a friendly 1v1 match, where Vert would go easy on Blanc in order to help her learn the ropes.

Vert decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, while Blanc, now hooked on the excitement of Call of Neppy, started another match with completely different people, and put on the nearby headset. Blanc actually got quite good at the game and had a solid gameplan to quickly rack up a strong K/D ratio.

"Okay, so Uni Black Dot to Lowee Lake, that's a fine setup right there," Blanc murmured to herself as she switched back and forth from her main weapon to her grenade launcher, landing kills both up close and even a few from far away, likely surprising whoever was on the receiving end of the grenade.

Being a woman, Blanc eventually attracted some unwanted attention, from someone who sounded like he couldn't be much older than 10.

The young kid quipped, "Ha! What are you doing playing a game for men anyway? Shouldn't you be out shopping?"

Blanc, slightly irritated but still keeping her cool to respond nicely, "Just trying to have fun. Speaking of which, given how high pitched your voice is, it's safe to say you're like… way younger than me," whilst cracking a sneer she knew the kid would never see.

He immediately reacted, "Shut the fuck up, you bitch."

Blanc, trying to hold it together, retorted gently, "I don't ever recall being a female dog. Now if I were you, I'd stop being such a twat and I'd actually play the game."

While Blanc was making a lot of sense, the young kid just wasn't having it. "God, how can a woman be so good at this? Hacker! You must hack!"

The kid's blatant idiocy was making Blanc's patience wear thin; she shouted, "Well maybe, if you just shut the fuck up and stop insulting everyone, then maybe your K/D wouldn't fucking suck!"

Completely inconsiderate of Blanc's logical point, he uttered what ended up being the last straw for Blanc, "You should be in the kitchen making me a sandwich!"

Blanc, who lost her temper, yelled back savagely, "YOU'RE SO LUCKY I CAN'T FIND YOU, BECAUSE IF I DID, I'D BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU, AND SPLATTER YOU ALL OVER THE FLOOR, LIKE CHEWED GUM!"

Vert, while in the kitchen, was still able to clearly overhear Blanc's epic rage and an accompanying sound of something being smashed. She then turned to see Rom, the more calm and collective of Blanc's twin sisters, hiding in a corner crying from fear.

Vert thought to herself, "Oh man, the poor girl must be scared senseless. Is this really what goes on around here? I've got to talk to her."

Vert called Blanc over to the dining room to sit down and have some tea. After all, Blanc figured it would be a great idea to have something to drink and calm her throat, after yelling as intensely as she did.

"Blanc dear, I need to talk to you about your sisters. With the way you act around the Basilicom, I'm worried that they'll pick up on your foul language." Vert gently said what was on her mind.

"What are you trying to say?" Blanc asked, bewildered by the very thought that she could be a poison for her little sisters.

"You need to be a better person for the sake of well… them." Vert responded calmly.

"Okay," Blanc nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere of the two girls conversing with one another was very quiet and civilized, so much that it was as if a pin drop could be heard among their soft voices. Suddenly, Blanc nervously let out something that ruptured the status quo of their conversation.

"Umm, this might sound a little crazy Vert, but, can we… have sex?"

Vert was as surprised as ever to hear the timid and reclusive Blanc ask about something… so out of her character; she felt as if Blanc just overcame a massive pilgrimage. Despite the perplexed look on Vert's face, she was still interested in going along with her friend's request. She then realized that at that very moment that she could try to discipline Blanc, in bed.

"I've read all kinds of erotic literature, but I never experienced how the protagonists actually feel. I wished that all this time, I too could experience what they experienced. I wished that I could feel that love and rapture. My hymen always warmed up just fantasizing about it." Blanc admitted with her face flushed.

Vert, somewhat hedonistic in nature, saw this as an opportunity to pleasure herself as well as have some fun.

She responded to Blanc's inquiry, "Sure, just follow my lead."

Blanc still looked as quiet and tame as she usually did on the outside, but on the inside, she was as excited as a bratty schoolgirl. Both girls quickly headed to the nearest bedroom, anticipating the pleasure each one would feel.

Once Vert and Blanc entered Blanc's room, Vert had Blanc lie down on her bed, facing upwards to look into Vert's eyes. Blanc's mind was still awash with a deluge of anticipation and nervousness, this being a new experience for her.

"So, Blanc dear, shall we get started?" Vert asked her partner as she leaned in to reach for Blanc's fur coat.

Blanc gently nodded her head in approval, and acting upon it as if were a cue, Vert reached for Blanc's fur coat and pulled each of Blanc's arms out of the soft, stylish garment which was then tossed aside, leaving Blanc in her small snow white dress. Vert commenced their activity by kneeling over Blanc and resting her godly hands on the brunette's shoulders, taking the time to admire the feel of her skin. Blanc was lying in the bed motionlessly, feeling warm from the physical contact she was receiving to Vert's dominating beauty and large rack hanging over her. Blanc cracked a smile as Vert's fingers softly traced down her arms and worked their way down to Blanc's own hands. Vert then turned Blanc's left hand around and with her pointing finger, Vert gently stroked the smooth skin of Blanc's hand. The light feel of Vert's fingers made Blanc smirk again because she felt a little ticklish there. Before she knew it, Blanc was lulled into a state of comfort and was thinking about the hype of the rest of their time together more than anything else.

Vert now knew that Blanc's guard was down, so now was time to act upon it. Vert pulled out a wired Xbox controller and then kneeled back on the bed, spreading and positioning her legs to sandwich Blanc's petite body. Now having effectively pinned down Blanc to her spot, Vert took both her arms and lifted them above her head. Blanc, still confused about how this was part of the act, had not thought to look back where Vert was effectively binding her wrists together with the wire of the Xbox controller. Once Blanc realized she naively made the mistake of letting Vert have a few seconds of time to herself, her temper quickly erupted, and Vert immediately heard it.

"What are you doing, you fucking shit?!" Blanc mouthed.

Vert, still remaining calm, told her gently, "Calm your tits. Oh wait, you don't seem to have any."

Blanc continued to swear at Vert and started to kick, with hopes of escaping from the wire that immobilized her arms. It was a struggle for Vert to hold Blanc's legs down, because she wasn't going to let herself be tied up without a fight. But since Vert had a big size difference over Blanc, she was able to pin down Blanc's legs and then tie those down with more cable and wiring. A few more wires were drawn across Blanc's small figure and looped around her and the bed, effectively holding her down with little to no wiggle room. Now, escape would be next to impossible for Blanc to manage.

"Remember what I said earlier? You need to be a better person, and control that temper of yours. It's not healthy for anyone who has to put up with your attitude, or even yourself to be freaking out like that all the time. So just lie back and relax. I knew you weren't going to like this, but it's for your own good." Vert explained, coming off as a rather stern but still caring authority figure.

Blanc knew it was helpless to fight back at this point and figured it would be best to give into Vert's demands.

"Now then, repeat after me, you will be a good girl, and you will not yell or curse at your mistress." Vert ordered softly, stroking Blanc's head.

Blanc, having released her tension, repeated after Vert calmly, "I will be a good girl… and I will not yell or curse at you."

Vert was satisfied with Blanc's sudden obedience, as if the brunette was waiting for someone to domineer her and take the reins, but could never get up the courage to exchange her own power, even for a release of stress. Even still, Vert was unsure how to change the mood so suddenly considering she and Blanc were fighting just a few moments ago. She gazed upon the beautiful but rather small brunette, taking time to look at her handiwork with the cables tying her down, from the wrists bound neatly above her head to the legs being rooted firmly to the bed. Upon Blanc's face seemed to be a rather blank expression, as if she had zoned out, but Vert wasn't going to leave her like that for long. Vert leaned in towards the restrained Blanc and started stroking her neck, then gently reached for Blanc's head to pull it towards her own.

"Don't try to resist sweetie, just let your body do the work for you," Vert mused to a nervous looking Blanc as she pulled her in for a kiss. When Blanc tried to pull out of the kiss, Vert would immediately pull her back in, up until Blanc felt herself be dissolved into the kiss, as if she and Vert were now one, conjoined entity, mixing A-cup with double D's. Just then, Vert slid her hand beside Blanc's side and sneakily reached for her ass, as if that was more of an attraction simply because Blanc had almost no bust.

Once Blanc got a feel of Vert's hand in a place that most hands shouldn't be, Blanc tried to retract from Vert on impulse, but didn't move anywhere.

"Keep your hands off of me, you pervert!" Blanc shouted.

Vert couldn't help but notice how cute the expression on Blanc looked when she was angry, from her shining eyes to her blushing cheeks, and she simply couldn't resist holding back.

Vert aggressively climbed on top of Blanc, and slid one hand into Blanc's dress and felt around the skin looking for a nipple to play with, while the other hand gently teased Blanc's nether regions, stroking the soft panties which covered her slit.

Blanc was now trembling from the extrasensory pleasure that stemmed from Vert's gentle fingering, and trying not to laugh from the tickling sensation of Vert stroking the line underneath her panties.

Vert whispered to her friend underneath her, "Having fun yet?"

Blanc, now being right where Vert wanted her, answered, "Sure, I just… hehe… feel a little… ticklish is all, hehe."

Hoping to hear Blanc laugh some more, Vert sped up her fingering of Blanc's warm crotch and moved her other hand for one of Blanc's armpits, lightly brushing it with the tips of her fingers.

"Vert… hehe… please stop… that tickles! I… I can't bre-he-he-athe!" Blanc slowly got out, in between laughs and grins.

However, Vert didn't want to stop. Blanc's laughing was like music to her ears so she kept going until Blanc actually did start to have trouble breathing from laughing so hard. Sweat had built up on Blanc's forehead and her slit still felt funny from all of the teasing it had received from Vert.

"You're real fun to play with… for someone so little and lacking bust", Vert complimented whilst teasing her friend. However, Vert should have known that would be a mistake, as Blanc often had a short fuse.

"What did you say, you bitch?!" Blanc retorted, with a hostile look in her eyes. "Get fucked with a dead cat".

Vert was fed up of Blanc's foul attitude and got up and left the room, leaving Blanc in the bed held down by the cables. She went to the nearby bathroom just across the hall, and searched the cabinets for some soap and water. Once the slimy object made contact with her hand, she immediately closed her fingers around the bar of soap, holding it tightly so it wouldn't slip out of her hand, like soap often does. Vert smirked wickedly as she made her way back to the bedroom with the soap and water where she left Blanc, eager to punish her for her foul mouth. Once Vert returned to Blanc's bedroom, with soap in hand, she rinsed the bar of soap in the glass of water she brought in.

Blanc was feeling really terrified about what Vert was planning on doing, and she looked up at her, stuttering "Wh-what are you doing with that soap? Please… don't do it."

Vert, with a firm voice, ordered, "Just hold still. Naughty girls like you have to be punished."

Then, much to Blanc's dismay, Vert opened Blanc's mouth with one hand and then put the bar of soap into her mouth with the other hand and started scrubbing inside her mouth, trying to clean it to the best of her ability. Blanc wasn't happy with this at all as the soap tasted horrible. After having her mouth rinsed out with soap, Blanc had tears in her eyes, either from crying or being part of the gag reflex, and she coughed vehemently as if she was about to throw up because of the terrible taste in her mouth.

Blanc, now traumatized by having her mouth washed out with soap, begged, "Please… a-anything else b-but the s-soap."

Vert replied, "Certainly. Just don't swear at me or Rom and Ram again."

Blanc, now feeling hopeless to resist Vert knowing what she truly was capable of, tried to release her tension and let out a deep sigh. "Okay then Vert. P-Punish me some more?", she asked.

Vert liked where this was going, and hoped Blanc would feel the same way. After all, Blanc did mention to Vert earlier that she wanted to feel the same rapture that she read about in fiction from time to time.

Without hesitation, Vert pulled down Blanc's panties and pulled up her dress, exposing her small, pink vagina. Blanc was shaking, because she was never nude in front of anyone besides herself or the people she lived with, and it was never for an occasion like this.

Blanc could then feel her insides erupting with a mix of nausea and pleasure as Vert slid a finger inside of her. As Vert was probing Blanc's tight orifice, she quickly hit the womb, to which Blanc's face immediately twitched. Her mind was in pain, yet her body wanted to feel this "pain" regardless.

As Blanc was unsure as to whether she was in heaven or in hell, she thought to herself, "Is this really what it's like? The protagonists of those stories… are they also torn as to how to feel? Is this… is sex… really this complex?"

At this point, Blanc relinquished control to her body, letting it guide her through her first time. Being unable to move, she figured it would be best to lie back and lose herself in the overwhelming pleasure. Vert could feel the insides of Blanc's vagina contracting, and its warmth and humidity gradually increasing.

Vert knew she was almost there with bringing Blanc to orgasm. "Okay, you're almost there. Just hold still as I taste a sample of your sweetest liquid."

Blanc felt a ticking sensation from Vert's tongue gently caressing her womanhood that turned her on more than the simple fingering. As Vert licked away, she also grabbed a sample of Blanc's thigh, lightly rubbing her fingers across her skin, squeezing down on it to pique more of Blanc's senses. The pleasure was quickly becoming too much for Blanc to contain, to a point where she would end up screaming instead of talking.

"Vert, I'm about to cum! Please… swallow it!" she begged her partner.

As Vert continued to lick Blanc, her vagina cracked under pressure, and the rest of her body quickly followed.

"VERT… VERT! I'M…"

Just as she shouted, a white stream of fluid splashed out from her vagina, which Vert managed to get most of in her mouth, but not all of it, by looking at the remainder of Blanc's juices scattered across her face.

"cumming…" Blanc's voice died down after the climax, and her eyes began to close.

"The girl's all tuckered out. It must have been really tough for her small body to handle it. But she looks so cute when she's tired." Vert said to herself. "But let's untie her and set her free. This whole day has been pretty crazy."

Once Blanc woke up, she noticed that she could actually get up, and would not just be held down by the mass of wiring and cables.

She already felt very different, long after their sex was over. She would now wait for more opportunities to witness this "pleasure", now that she knew what it was.

While Vert did not stick around to find out the good news, Blanc made amends with Rom and Ram, and managed to fix their familial ties, becoming a better role model and aspiration for her sisters. She was sorry that she was letting her anger get the better of her, as it had posed a threat to Rom and Ram's development.

However, it wasn't all good. Even though Blanc was a more caring, gentle and agreeable person than she had been in the past, she would often smell like she hadn't douched in four nights…