A/N: Drunk me has struck again! Beware!
The Mad King of Beacon
Summary: Professor Port and Edgar have taken over Beacon. Now, the Mad King will make everyone bend to his will, or they will suffer a fate worse than death itself.
*A New Enemy?*
Nora grinned as she tied Yang to a spinning wheel of intense sexual torture, the blonde whimpering in fear. Who in all of Remnant let Nora, the Sloth Queen of the Madness Castle, anywhere NEAR dungeon porn devices? Just ask poor Ren how terrifying of a yandere Nora was when she was around them; he still hasn't cured his PTSD from when she used some of her toys on him.
Oh, I never mentioned that earlier?
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Ah crap. Drunk!me is getting a little carried away. Stop him before it's too late!
Nora smiled that toothy grin, attaching a pair of clamps around Yang's giant breasts that were probably stolen from Tifa Lockheart before her neck was broken faster than the author's previous toxic relationship, and turned the electrical generator on. "Don't worry about this, Yang~. It'll be all over soon~."
Her creepy sadistic voice did nothing more than make Yang actually wet herself, something she hadn't done since she was five and accidentally had a football punted into her crotch.
Bad times. Really bad times.
She hated being reminded of it by Ruby.
Especially Ruby.
Or Qrow. That drunken moron of a bird. Yang can't believe he married two intoxicated teenagers.
The electrical current sizzled through the thick wires from the generator up to Yang's breasts, and upon being shocked, Nora found out something really interesting about her favorite blonde brawler.
Yang had a fetish for this kind of crap.
Like, an intense one.
Even more than a German dominatrix dressed up like Catwoman. No offense to any dangerously sexy cat ladies with whips.
Yang screamed in ecstasy, wishing she was able to break from her binds to put a hand down the front of her shorts like the extreme pervert she was. The guilty pleasure of being sexually 'tortured' by suffering minor electric shocks directly to her breasts made the inside of her shorts become a waterfall. And it smelt like honey.
No, really.
Author-san doesn't get it either.
"Dammit! This backfired horribly!" Nora screamed, her face red as she noticed the trickle of liquid running down Yang's toned legs. "King! I need your assistance with this one!"
Using his throne to fly in, Port saw the scene before him, and his mustache quivered.
His eyes twitched and turned red.
He got really mad and saw him again. Ryan.
"I'm going to rip off your arms and use them to applaud your demise!" Ryan hissed, sending the two twits running in fear for their meaningless lives. Little did they know that Mad King Ryan is a Dark God capable of incredibly impossible feats, and he ripped them apart with the crown made from the bones of his enemies.
Ryan stood over the remains of their corpses, smiling wickedly he sat the crooked crown on his head again. "Soon, everyone here will bow before the Mad King." He then turned to Port, as if he could see him. "So close to my return. None shall stand against our might."
Port blinked, and he shook his head to clear it in order to process what he had seen in his vision. From what he could tell, Ryan was a part of him, and a part that was getting stronger all the time. He could feel the Mad King's presence on his shoulder, and the professor heard his delightfully crazed voice whisper in his ear with ill intent. "Break her. Do it. You know you want to. Turn her into something that can never be fixed. Quickly, before our enemy known only as the Dusty Winged Angel makes his appearance!"
Port aimed his blunderaxe at the dungeon porn machine and fired, boosting its strength and making Yang scream out another orgasm. He didn't know who the hell this 'Dusty Angel' fellow was, but the madman was going to make something clear.
No one messed with the Mad King and walked away unscathed.
"My King?" Nora simpered, wrapping her arms around his godly chest.
"Nothing for you to fret about, my dear," Port cooed, petting her orange locks. "Take Yang to the pens once you're finished. I have an urgent mission for all my minions to undertake." 'The Dusty Winged Angel will never stop me.'
'I'll see this planet burn before I surrender!'
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Meanwhile…
A man yawned as he pulled his longsword from his back, placing it in the corner of his bedroom. He had just finished a round of important deliveries all across Vale, and now that he was home, he was able to crack open his new bottle of Scotch and enjoy the rest of his day off.
The man slicked his bangs back, opened up the daily newspaper, and nearly choked on his drink. "What the…?" 'Peter Port, once a renowned huntsman and teacher, has gone rogue and taken over Beacon Academy with his cow, known only as Edgar.'
He sighed and rolled his red eyes, looking at the calm weather outside. "Great. Just when I thought I banished Mad King Ryan to hell, he decides to come back."
"Why am I always the one who has to deal with this crap?"
A/N: Anyone want to guess who this mysterious angel is? And can he truly stop Port's reign of terror before it's too late?