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Harry leaned back on a chair, as Glynda stood in the center of the class room, looking amongst her students as most of them flooded out of the class room, the class having ended.
The Sorcerer however remained seated, as he watched the other students leave. Harry pushed himself up out of his seat and headed towards Glynda, intent on giving her a little information about something that was going to happen tonight.
He was going to send Pyrrha to her office to steal his 'scroll', which Gylnda didn't have. Harry walked up towards Glynda, who was doing her due diligence; she was a teacher after all. She was focused on her scroll, logging grades she supplemented to her students. Her eyes glanced over the name 'Harry Black', and almost instantly she gave him the highest grade.
"Professor." Harry said casually, causing Glynda to almost jump and look to her side; a faint blush on her face at being startled.
"Master…is there something you require? More information? Ozpin hasn't done anything in a while." Glynda admitted in a casual tone, the room they were in was very big and the sound of students leaving and chattering, drowned out their conversation.
"I have a question..." Harry admitted, causing Glynda to smile faintly, hoping she could help her Master. "...When's the last time you had sex?" He asked curiously, causing the middle-aged woman to blink a few times at the abrupt question.
"P-pardon?" She asked unsure.
Harry shrugged. "When was the last time you had sex?" He asked again.
Glynda glanced around, as she adjusted her posture. "As a professor and a Huntress, I don't have the free time to...elope. The last person I've ever done it with, was you Master. Before you left and had my spy on Ozpin." She admitted.
Harry gave her a surprised look. "W-why...you're smoking hot?" He asked, a bit caught off guard. He could easily admit, Glynda was Grade-A MILF material.
"You are my Master, everything, my mind, soul and body are yours to do with as you please. I am well aware of your trifling past, I'm well aware of the immense burden you carry with the enemies you face. If I can alleviate yours stress with any of part of my body, it will be done." Glynda said bluntly, not mincing words. "You came to me when I was at my most weakest and made me who I am, it's the least I owe." She added.
Harry pursed his lips and held back the smirk. 'Nice...wait, we haven't ever had sex though.' He thought, having inserted his presence into Glynda's past. He knew of the sex she thinks she's had with him, having had to create the memories. But her body didn't actually go through the carnal pleasures. "…What do you think of Pyrrha?" He asked curiously.
Gylnda inclined her head and looked at her scroll. "Straight 'A's, an excellent student, a studious fighter." She listed.
"...What do you think about her body?" Harry asked, causing the blonde to blink.
"I...I can't talk about my student in any manner like that!" Glynda insisted, only for Harry to give her a more focused look. "...She's attractive...are you, planning on…?" She trailed off, knowing about Harry's tendencies. Harry wasn't stupid when he inserted his presence into Glynda's past; he didn't give her everything she wanted to see, but he gave her everything she needed to see. If he inserted himself into her past, and what she 'experienced' contradicted how he actually was, her mind would doubt one of both, either reality or fantasy; and she could go insane.
Harry didn't love Glynda and he made sure she knew that. She was well aware he saw her as one of his concubines; the woman in his collection he adored, because he did care for them to an extent. He wouldn't hurt them, but he would never love them either. They were in his collection because he saw something he wanted and took it; be it because they were attractive, their personality was amusing, or he saw them as a game changer. Kali, Glynda, Velvet and soon Pyrrha, were what he saw as his personal toys. He obviously knew Glynda and the girls in his 'collection' were attracted and in love with him, it made it easier. He wasn't forcing them...baring Glynda and Kali of course, to do anything they wouldn't do.
Harry didn't really like the idea of breaking someone's mind when it wasn't needed, which is why he gave Kali to Nui. Glynda some might argue was forced to serve him, but he didn't re-write her mind. He didn't change anything, in fact he just added experiences which built upon who she was. Her mind and personality reacted accordingly to the information. Essentially If Harry traveled back in time and met Glynda, and did the exact same events that transpired in her mind, in real life. Nothing would be different in the current moment. As for Velvet, nothing forced her into sealing a bond with him, she did that of her own free will.
And as for Pyrrha, she didn't have to listen to a word he said. Harry knows if she turned around and went to Ozpin, informed him on his attempts at blackmailing her. Ozpin would have an actual reason to move against him, right now he's only suspicious and he gave his warning. Pyrrha could've easily destroyed his plans if she wasn't such a masochist. Hell, Pyrrha could tell Ozpin about Jaune, and plead his case, which he would easily agree too, since it's obvious Ozpin has plans for team RWBY and JPNR.
There are so many clear routes for Pyrrha, but she's diving head first into submitting to Harry. It's honestly, kinda pathetic in Harry's mind. 'You treat Jaune with such respect and reverence, you lower your head when he walks in the room. You want to submit to someone, but Jaune isn't picking up on any of it...don't worry though, I'll be sure to listen.' He mused.
Harry looked at Glynda and smiled. "I plan on adding Pyrrha to my collection, you're going to get a submissive little sister." He admitted. "You finally get to dominate someone, punish her." He informed. Glynda swallowed some saliva at the idea, as she shuddered. "She's going to try to steal something from you tonight, I'm sure of it. And when she does, have your way with her…and get her ready, I'll be dropping by too; to seal the deal." He informed.
"Thanks..." Glynda muttered.
Harry gave her a wink. "You deserve it. You're one of my favorites..." He informed, as he turned around and walked away.
"...his...favorites..." Glynda said to herself with a small smile. While she was aware Harry didn't love her, she hoped...one day, he might change that. However as soon as her smile formed, it changed into a thin lipped stern scowl of her usual facade.
Sitting across the room, Coco sat with her boots propped up on the seat in front of her. Her sunglasses covering her dark brown eyes, which were surveying Harry as he talked and walked away from Glynda.
'Strange…' She mused, watching Glynda changed from stern teacher to a blushing and compliant woman, and as Harry walked away, she returned to her stern personality. Her mouth was set in a curious frown, her lips pursed.
Her eyes followed Harry, before she kicked herself back and stood up, before she followed him. Her heels clinking with each step, her posture straight and her hands in her pockets. Her eyes trailed down Harry's back and she tilted her head to the side, as she checked out his rear.
'Ooh, that's something I can dig my hands onto.' She mused, having a thing for men with tight rears.
Harry left the class room, before he stopped and glanced back. Walking behind him was a rather attractive brunette with an apparent chocolate theme. He watched as the girl tilt her head downward, causing her sunglasses to slide down an inch, giving him a view of her eyes. She looked at him square in the eyes, and then gave him a flirtatious wink.
"Hello there, Hun." Coco commented, as she walked passed him and then stopped. She turned and focused on him and gave him a very obvious once-over. "I'm Coco, what's your name?" She asked, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow.
"The name's..." Harry started.
"Harry Black, First Year, slayer of woman in your peering teams, and apparently aiming for a teacher too. Twenty-two years old, six feet and three inches. A mysterious personality, a sexual deviant, and a possible lack of empathy. Fancies dark clothes, black to compliment your pale complexion, vivid dark green eyes...and an eight incher, interesting." Coco listed, catching Harry off guard.
Harry blinked a few times. "You have...quite the profile on me." He said unsure, looking at the girl.
Coco shrugged. "What can I say, I like to keep myself well informed on who I'm interested in." She admitted. "...And Team RWBY don't know the concept of inside voices. They talked about you...a lot this morning in the Mess Hall." She admitted flippantly.
She turned and motioned for him to follow. "Velvet told me you did something for her, I want you to tell me...why." She said, as she started walking with a confident posture.
Harry stared at her for a moment and slowly stared to follow, his eyes focused on her posture. 'Commanding, confident...not over confident like Yang or Glynda, and not under confident like Velvet and Pyrrha. She's well aware of who she is...shit…' He thought, figuring he wasn't going to be able to play to one or the other. 'Her posture is like mine.' He mused.
'He's studying me, wanting to see how hecan turn this situation to his advantage...interesting.' Coco mused, noticing the silence Harry was following her with. "Velvet told me you wanted to help her, why'd you do that?" She asked curiously, her eyes glancing over at Harry, as she lowered her sunglasses for a moment.
Harry noticed her critical gaze, causing him to frown slightly. 'What is up with her? Does she want to know if I'm a noble soul? Velvet has seen my true personality after I bonded with her? Did Velvet tell Coco of what I said, or what I implied?' He thought, having told Velvet the truth, while he implied something else. He told her he was going to change the world, he didn't tell her how or what against. 'Is she testing me, seeing if I'm going to lie?' He mused.
"You're Coco, right? I knew I recognized that name, Velvet's told me a lot about you? She say's your a close friend. I understand if you're looking out for her, I would to. I would never intentionally hurt Velvet or her trust, I can't in good conscious reveal private details of conversations; I'm sure you understand." Harry deflected in a rather charismatic way.
'...Whoa...you're good.' Coco thought. 'Not only deflecting the question and not even answering it, but shutting me down from asking again.' She observed. 'If I prod more, you might get suspicious.' "…I love her like she's my own flesh and blood; so I have to be careful. A lot of people don't like her, or they want to make fun of her." She admitted casually, observing his reaction.
Harry exhaled and shook his head. "It's an emotional quality of humanity. Human's greatest emotion is Fear, and the greatest Fear of humanity...is of the unknown. A lot of people tend to fall into that trap, of terror." He informed.
'Not trying to place any personal objective again…not saying you want to help her, or deject her. Instead you twist it around and make me ask the question if I'm just being fearful, out of the fact that I'm just human and It's only natural for me…' Coco mused, a bit surprised by Harry's own social manipulations. "…Humanity has it's flaws. But someone always has something to gain from any action they make, or else no one would do anything." Coco commented, trying to turn the conversation into making Harry look bad. Well, not in a sense of morality, but socially. 'He's trying to remain passive, neutral to me…but if he wants to appear to remain as such, he has to respond to this. An agreement will make him seem like a good Samaritan to Velvet, which I know he isn't. And a disagreement will paint him in a bad light…' She thought.
Harry cast her a side-ways glance as she made her statement. '…What is with these mental gymnastics…' He thought, before he gave Coco a feigned concerned look. "…So why is it your asking me these questions?" Harry asked, causing Coco to tense for a moment.
'Damn…' Coco thought. 'I didn't expect you to turn this around on me; if I don't answer, it could make Harry suspicious…if he isn't already.' She thought. "...You've said it yourself, Velvet's a close friend. I just want to protect her." She said with a forced smile, lying a bit.
Harry gave her a curious look. "That isn't a reason, that's a reaction. You have to have a reason to protect someone, you have to have a reason to be a friend. That's your own logic." He commented, a faint smile forming on his face.
Coco stopped walking and stood still for a moment, her mind freezing up. '...He...he beat me at my own game.' She thought, as she glanced at Harry with a lot of respect now. "Velvet is my teammate, a long time friend of mine, and she's been my personally little bunny sex-relief for years." Coco admitted, her tone reaming the same, but a the smile on her face became more...real.
Harry looked at Coco, his smile widening and his eyes narrowing shut. "My, oh my." He commented. "...I'd never thought I'd meet one of you here, of all places. A Sociopath." He admitted.
Coco inclined her head, her sunglasses sliding forward, her dark brown eyes focused on Harry. "...No one's ever beat me at my own game." She admitted.
"Beat you?" Harry asked, he opened his eyes, revealing his dark serpent-like orbs. "...You weren't even a player." He taunted, causing Coco to idly lick her lips.
"It's rich, you calling me a Sociopath." Coco responded, shaking her head.
Harry gave her a scowl. "I am not a Sociopath, I'm a Psychopath." He responded.
Coco gave him a smirk. "What's the difference?" She asked.
"Sociopath's are born the way they are, Psychopaths...have a reason." Harry stated.
"Oh come on. From the moment we're born, we're told by our mommies and daddies, we have to do this and we have to do that. We have to be good, because that's what everyone else is doing. Everyone else with a face that they put up, afraid to take off; because they'll think they're the freak for thinking dark thoughts." Coco stated with a smile. "...But the thing is, it's so fun being the Bad Girl." She admitted.
Harry observed the well dressed girl, covered in trinkets, accessories to stand out. Her confident posture, her dominating personality, her killer figure. He kept his eyes on her the whole time.
"From the moment I saw you, Harry. I've been interested in you. The dark man, the mysterious man; everywhere he goes, chaos follows." Coco commented with a gleam in her eyes. "You know we place bets on new students...to see who'll live, who'll die. Who'll have the most glorious kills..." She informed.
Harry inclined his head. "And this has something to do with me?" He questioned.
"Everyone bet on all the known variables, the cute girls, the buff guys...but no on bet on cute little ol' you." Coco admitted. "But I did. Because I saw something in you, I didn't know what it was until know.. I didn't know what made me so interested in you; a no body. A no name, no record having, no interesting history. But when I saw your eyes…I just had to bet on you. I bet everything I had...I even bet some person things from my scroll, that if I had lost...my social life, the construct I spent years building for myself. Would've been destroyed." She stated.
"...On impulse I bet it all, on you." She informed.
Harry looked a bit surprised. "I ah, I hope it was worth it." He said unsure.
"It was...you made me rich, and I promised myself; 'I'm going to fuck you so hard for that'." Coco stated, revealing her own sexual deviancy.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That was over two months ago." He commented.
Coco sighed and shrugged. "I gotta admit, I was a bit distracted. I wanted to know how to approach you; I was studying you and seeing the best way to approach. But...you were a hard person to read. First, with how you acted with Team RWBY, I assumed you were some love-struck schmuck and was going to play the role of a sweet schoolgirl. But when you were with your teammate Nui; you were a different person. And then I saw you again, the man that interested me. It wasn't until I heard what you did for Velvet, how you 'bonded' with her, whatever the hell that means..." She trailed off.
"...She wouldn't shut up about you. 'Harry, this', 'Harry, that'. She fell for you, only after one conversation…and then you helped the Schnee girl...a great monitory asset, you've set yourself up for life. With a trove of hot young girls, all wanting to jump your bones. And than I understood..." Coco trailed off, as she reached out and put her gloved hand on Harry's chest.
"...The reason I'm so interested in you; is because. You're just like me." Coco said with an almost loving smile. "I'm not alone anymore." She muttered.
Harry gave her a look, as he slowly brought his hand up to hers and then pushed it off. "You sure talk a lot." He said dryly.
Coco frowned at his lack of reaction to her advance. "Do you want to know why I joined Beacon?" She questioned.
"...I'm sure you'll tell me." Harry said with a frown. He was a bit pissed at Coco for assuming he helped Weiss for his own benefit. But he wasn't going to openly say that, he didn't want to give a Sociopath that kind of ammunition.
Coco took a step back and leaned against a wall in the hallway, as she crossed her arms, the heel of one boot resting on the top of another. She looked around, with the hallways clear from the Free Period they had, most of the students were either in the Mess Hall or in the Courtyard socializing, leaving the duo to themselves.
"You can never top the rush I get from unloading hundreds of seven-point-six two high velocity, armor piercing rounds into a horde of Grimm. Watching their bodies explode in gore and bones..." Coco trailed off, licking her lips. "...The only thing that can compare to killing a Grimm in such a way, is licking a good wet pussy or choking myself on a hard large cock..." She admitted in an almost casual tone, almost as casual as Harry's flirts with most girls he met and Nui's own deviancy.
Coco glanced around and motioned to the area. "This is the only place I can...Mmm, have fun." She admitted, before she sighed and shook her head. "But the people here, they wear their hearts on their sleeves. I can see them all, I can turn anyone into my lap dog if I said the right thing, or show them a bit of skin. It's too easy. Velvet's the only one who knows who I am, and she's fine with it; and she's fine with you too..." She trailed off. "...We were friends since childhood." She admitted.
Harry focused on her, before a sudden realization hit him. "…You love her." He commented.
Coco's mouth formed a semi-sneer and a semi-cringe face, as she tilted her head. "…P-people like you and me, w-we can't love." She stated.
Harry looked at her and a wide smile formed on his face, as he took a step back. "Oh my God, a Sociopath in love. That's why you keep bringing up the fact that I gained her trust, and you have it too. Do you think that since she likes us both, we're going to what? Fight over her?" He asked, before he tilted his head to the side. "...Or you put on a strap-on, and we have a bit of Spit roast action?" He added.
Coco glanced off; that wasn't a really back idea. "Or...are you trying to form a bridge between us, form a friendship of sorts; through her." Harry suggested.
"...Yes. I..." Coco trailed off, as she gritted her teeth at how pathetic she sounded. "...I...I would like to be friends." She admitted. "I've...never met someone who thought like I did." She admitted, as she looked down.
As she looked down, she saw a pale hand extended forward. Coco slowly raised her head and looked at his extended appendage, before her eyes met with Harry's. His wide smile was gone, replaced with a smaller more real one.
"I'm Harry Black, slayer of women as you say…I'm from an alternate reality, and I want to change the world. Be it through bathing it in flames or changing it through more menial means. Velvet is going to help me, would you like to join her? I would like to gain your combat abilities into my army, I would like your expertise, and I would like to have vigorous sex with you and use your experience to my benefit. And...I would like to become friends, too." Harry said in a very honest tone, almost as honest as when he was compelled to with Ruby, Weiss and Yang.
Coco stared at him with wide eyes, her glasses almost sliding off her face. Not at the audacity of what he was saying, or the context. But the fact he was genuinely honest with her, she saw his true face. She shuddered at the idea.
She slowly reached out and grabbed onto his hand. "...I...I would." She muttered, before she grimaced when she felt his grip tighten.
"Understand and know, I do not take betray very well." Harry said darkly, as he leaned forward, his visage looming over Coco's. His eyes radiated a crimson light, Dark and Eldritch Magics affecting his ocular appearance. His face shadowing a bit by his inky black hair. "…So, if I get the hint, of the slightest whiff, of even the tiniest iota of a thought entering your head of betraying me. I will sick Nui on you, and she will reduce your mind to nothing by a husk. Have I, been in any way, unclear?" He asked.
Coco shuddered again, her legs trembling in nervousness and arousal. Finding the power-play to be such a turn on. "Yes..." She muttered, as she licked her lips. She never met someone who could even get her to jump, the adrenaline she was feeling right now, the euphoria she was going through; it was better than sex.
Harry pulled back and in an instant, a formed a wide mockingly polite smile and closed his eyes. "Lunch?" He asked curiously.
Just as quickly as he composed himself, Coco did as well. She stood up straighter, she pushed her glasses up with a gloved finger and her posture reflected her confident personality. "I'm starved." She admitted, before she gave Harry a wink. "For what though, is up to debate." She flirted
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're just as bad as my bloody daughters." He muttered.
"Heh, so you role-play back with your teammate, that's cute." Coco commented.
Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, not wanting to argue the truth or lack their off behind Coco's statement.
"...So, tell me about your being from a different reality and wanting to change the world; what's that about?" Coco asked.
Harry looked at a person similar to him and gave her a smile. "...Well, what if I told you; everything you do...isn't up to you..." He started, a wicked smile on his face.
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The sound of clinking metal silver wear vibrated the Mess Hall of Beacon, as a cacophony of deep bass voices and high-pitched ones; filled the area, giving a wondrous life the stone walls and ceramic floor. However, contrasting to the lively and exuberant Mess Hall, a pair of quiet and anti-social individuals conversed.
Harry sat across from Coco, both observing each other. "...Can I help?" Coco asked curiously.
"You want to help me, kill Gods and rewrite reality?" Harry responded dryly, not getting what she got out of it.
Coco gave him a smirk and she adjusted her sunglasses. "I'd be the girl fucking a guy who killed gods and rewrote reality." She clarified. "Do you know how hot that sounds?" She asked.
Harry slowly shook his head. "...Not the slightest." He said dully.
Coco rolled her eyes, before she gave him a smile. "You're ideas interesting. I personally don't have any stake either way." She admitted.
"Some might be a bit upset I might destroy their home." Harry commented, giving her an incredulous look.
"Good, Evil, Morality? They're simply constructed created by us to lessen the agony of our own existence. Because with our own enlightened intellect, our guilt, our regret, our fear…make us come of up with fictions to make us all feel better. Would I rather be a caged animal, held at bay by the hundreds of moral laws we place upon our self? Or would I rather be free, wild, beyond good and evil. With laws and morals thrown aside, with everyone shouting, killing, fucking, reveling in joy?" Coco asked in a smile on her face, as she moved her boot forward and idly rubbed up along Harry's shin.
His eyes remained focused on her, but his posture did shift a bit. "You, you who wants to change this world in such a way...you could liberate it from those Gods. And I could help, I could teach the new people ways to fuck, to kill, revel and enjoy themselves..." Coco informed, her boot clad foot raised up and pressed against Harry's thigh. "...And all of Remnant would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy andfreedom." Coco breathed out, in a low and seductive tone.
Harry reached down and his hand wrapped around Coco's boot clad ankle. Coco raised an eyebrow, before she felt her leg extend forward a bit and raise, and she felt the base of her boot touch his crotch.
"…I think we can work something out, right?" Coco asked with a smirk on her face.
Harry slowly nodded his head and pursed his lips. "I'm sure we'll come up with something." He added.
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Later that Night
The sound of a squeaking door came from the entrance of Glynda's dimly lit office. The night was just starting, most of the students in their Dorms, or out enjoying the night.
However one red-headed student had other plans tonight. Pyrrha slowly opened the door to Glynda's office; before she took a step inside.
Pyrrha's heart was beating a mile per minute, her eyes were narrow focused as she was filled with adrenaline. She looked at the dark interior of the office and felt relief when she didn't see Glynda, but she also felt a bit...disappointed; a small part of her wanted to have gotten caught.
But as soon as those thoughts entered her mind, she quickly banished those thoughts. 'Stop it Pyrrha, it isn't normal to think like that! It...it isn't.' She chastised herself, steeling her will against her own desire.
Pyrrha's eyes focused on Gylnda's desk, as she crept closer into her office. 'Okay, just get the scroll, then get out, just take the scroll! It's for Jaune…' She thought, as the metal armor of her boots clanked against the ground as she stopped in front of the desk and opened the drawer, where she saw a folded scroll.
She released a breath of relief, as she reached down and went to take it, that was before she froze. The sound of a heeled boot clacked against the ground caused Pyrrha's blood to run cold, before she slowly raised her head.
Standing at the entrance of the office, the tall and rather dominating figure of Glynda stood, a scowl on her face and her crop in her hands, as she had her arms crossed.
"Ms. Nikos...what are you doing in my office?" Glynda asked in a steely tone, causing Pyrrha to tremble like a leaf.
"M-m-Ms. Goodwitch...I-It it's not-not what it looks like..." Pyrrha insisted nervously.
"It looks you were digging through my desk, it looks like this should go to Ozpin; he may be lax but he is very stringent on students trying to steal from teachers." Glynda stated seriously, a frown on her face.
Pyrrha fiddled with her hands. "P-please...you have to understand, I-I didn't want to do this!" She insisted, her eyes watering up.
Glynda slowly walked around Pyrrha, before she took a seat on her desk chair. She motioned for Pyrrha to get closer, which Pyrrha nervously complied to.
"Explain." She instructed.
"I...I know it's hard to believe, but...Harry Black, my peer; he blackmailed me into coming here. He wanted me to get his scroll back." Pyrrha admitted, as she held out the scroll she taking from the desk.
Glynda stared at Pyrrha in consideration, but her scowl deepened. "You're telling me, my most model student; my prized pupil who's been nothing but cordial, candid and helpful; would do such a thing? And that scroll you're holding, isn't Harry's. It's mine." She stated seriously, causing Pyrrha's eyes to go wide in horror.
Pyrrha fumbled with it in her hands. "O-oh god, I-I am so sorry!" She apologized profusely.
"You claim another student is blackmailing you, your break into my office after class and you try to steal my property. That's enough for an expulsion and being blacklisted from every other Huntsmen Academy." Glynda listed.
Pyrrha's legs shook and she looked at Glynda pleadingly. "P-please, you have to believe me...I...I didn't want to do this!" She pleaded.
Glynda motioned to her. "Yet here you stand." She stated, before she shook her head. "I'm sorry..." She started in a stern tone, causing Pyrrha's eyes to water up.
"No, no, no, please! This is all I have! Please, you can't do this...I…I'll do anything you need! Please!" Pyrrha begged, her eyes wet with tears.
Glynda stared at Pyrrha dispassionately. "Telling me what to do now?" She asked, causing Pyrrha to drop to her knees.
"No, I'm not! Please! I'll do anything, just give me another chance!" Pyrrha pleaded, as she lowered her head to the ground, her crimson hair touching the floor.
Pyrrha remained in that position for a moment, before she felt something hard tap against the back of her head. Slowly the red-head raised her head and she noticed that Glynda had used one of her calf-high boots to tap her.
Her vivid green eyes ran up Glynda's long leg, before she saw up her teacher's skirt and she noticed something worrying. She saw Glynda's underwear and noticed the fabric was damp...she was...turned on. Pyrrha gulped when she noticed how close Glynda was to her, sitting on her chair, looking down on her. The red head glanced to the side and saw Glynda's other high-heeled boot was near her face.
Pyrrha slowly looked up and saw Glynda was staring down at her, her legs spread a bit, revealing her damped panties underneath her skirt. "...You'll do anything, you say?" Glynda asked in a domineering tone.
Pyrrha swallowed some saliva, as she felt a shiver run up her spine, one of fear and the other one of...pleasure. 'I don't have to do this...I can tell Ozpin, Glynda tried to silicate me for sex...no one would believe her if she tried to tell everyone I broke in here…' She thought. '...But...Harry sent me here...he...he knew this would happen. If I don't do this…I can still turn this around…' She thought.
Her eyes focused on the damp panties underneath Glynda's skirt, and Pyrrha herself felt a string in her own neither region; as she smelled Glynda's arousal. 'I don't have to do this...I don't have to do this!' Pyrrha thought in her mind over and over again, before her eyes connected with Glynda's. "...I'll do anything." Pyrrha submitted, and as soon a she said that her arousal multiplied by ten, droplets of her arousal soaked the crimson skirt she wore.
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Glynda's smile turned wicked, as she raised her boot and pressed the tip against Pyrrha's lips. "Give it a kiss." She ordered.
'This is for Jaune, this is for Jaune…' Pyrrha thought, trying to reassure herself. Not wanting to fully give into her own masochistic desires. As she parted her lips and pressed them against Glynda's boot.
"My Master said you were a masochistic slut, but I never thought you would stoop so low…" Glynda jeered. "...Stand up." She ordered.
Pyrrha quickly stood up, her legs trembling. The red-head watched as Glynda slowly stand up, her own visage towering over the trembling girl. Glynda picked up her riding crop and idly dragged it up along Pyrrha's armored boots, up to her abdomen and it stopped at the red-head's chest.
"You're armor...loose it." Glynda ordered, causing Pyrrha to slowly comply.
'This is for Jaune, this is for Jaune…' She repeated in her head.
"Wait..." Gylnda said, looking at the girl. "...Just the chest and your skirt, I want you to keep your other armor on." She ordered.
"W-what?" Pyrrha asked unsure.
Glynda smacked Pyrrha in the thigh with her riding crop, causing the red-head to yelp. "Do not ask questions, by my Master likes the way you look in your armor." She admitted.
'...Master?' Pyrrha thought to herself, as she mindlessly stripped out of her armored corset and her red short battle skirt.
Pyrrha stood, mostly armored, except for her bare chest, stomach and neither regions. Glynda's eyes inspected her Master's new toy and was sizing it up; well aware of what Harry liked. In her mind, Harry had made use her body for decades. Even if that wasn't the case, she still understood what he wanted.
The red-head looked away shyly, as Glynda openly inspected her. "Nice size..." Glynda spoke, as she harshly gripped Pyrrha's chest, taking a sizable palm of one of her breasts. Pyrrha closed her eyes and bit her lip, as Glynda roughly messaged her breast. "…He likes to grab them when he takes you from behind." She stated, her other hand however, the one holding the riding crop rubbed against Pyrrha's bare pussy lips.
"Mm..." Pyrrha whimpered, feeling the cold material brush and spread her labia apart for a moment, but offered no resistance.
Glynda pulled her riding crop back and looked at it, as she brought it close to her face. Pyrrha looked to and saw it was soaking wet. "Geez, getting turned on?" Glynda asked, only for Pyrrha to staunchly shake her head.
"We'll see about that...lay on the floor, face up!" Glynda barked, causing Pyrrha to quickly shrink and lay on her back.
Pyrrha heard the sound of Glynda's clanking heels slam down on either side of her head, her vision eclipsed by the woman's imposing figure. Glynda stared down at Pyrrha, her face directly below her skirt. Pyrrha's breathing quickened when she saw Glynda hike up her skirt, before she wrapped one of her fingers around the helm of her thin black panties and drag them down, before she idly kicked it off.
"Now, Slut. I'm going to sit on your face...and if you don't want to suffocate, you'll have to work that lying tongue of yours." Glynda admitted, as she squatted down over Pyrrha's face, before she pressed her neither lips against the red-heads lips.
'This is for Jaune, This is for Jaune, This is for Jaune...this is...this is...this…' Pyrrha thought, as her vision was blocked by Glynda's shapely rear, and she felt moist foreign skin pressing against her nose and lips. She inhaled instinctively, taking in Glynda's scent.
Glynda glanced down at Pyrrha, ready to press her full weight against the red-head's face for extra 'encouragement', but to the blonde's surprise. Moments after she sat down on Pyrrha's face, she felt a wet, warm tongue spread apart her labia and dance around inside her.
"Ah-Oh!" Glynda shuddered out, feeling pleasure she hadn't felt in a long time.
After a few moments, Glynda grabbed her riding crop and whacked Pyrrha's thighs, getting muffled moans from the red-head. And forcing her to spread her armor clad legs apart, revealing the girl's dripping sex. As a reward, Glynda idly rubbed circles around Pyrrha's neither region with her ridding crop, causing Pyrrha to groan into the blonde.
–Two Hours Later
There was a knock at Glynda's office door, causing said woman to raise her head. She had lost her white top, only wearing a black bra. She still wore her skirt, her stockings and her calf-high high-heeled boots.
Underneath the crouching Glynda was Pyrrha, laying on her back. Pyrrha's hands were wrapped around Glynda's thighs, but she wasn't pushing the blonde, she was trying to pull her closer. Her legs were spread wide apart, dozens upon dozens of small red welts were on her thighs from Glynda's ridding crop, from punishments.
Glynda looked at the door the knock came from and she had an idea on who it was, so she slowly stood up, revealing Pyrrha's face. Pyrrha's face was beat red, her face covered in sweat, Glynda's arousal and female ejaculation. There was a shine to Pyrrha's face, her crimson hair was matted to her skin, having brought Glynda to so many orgasms, she lost count.
As Glynda got up, Pyrrha's hand instinctively slid down her stomach to her neither regions. Only for Glynda to smack her hand with her ridding crop, causing Pyrrha to moan weakly. "Do not pleasure yourself, you don't have permission." Glynda ordered.
"Y-yes...yes..." Pyrrha mumbled in a daze, for two hours. Glynda came on her face, in her mouth, it soaked her to the bone. For two hours, Glynda teased her with her crop, and just before Pyrrha even had her first orgasm, Glynda would stop. For two hours, Pyrrha was constantly edged, and right now she was so horny, so pent up.
Glynda reached the door, before she opened it up and she saw the familiar visage of her black haired, Sorcerer Master. "Master, you're..." She started, before she noticed Harry had someone with him, a familiar face of one of her students. "...Co-co?" She asked in surprise.
"...Whoa, you weren't lying." Coco muttered, looking at the rather erotic looking Glynda.
"Glynda, meet my new friend. Coco...she'll help us break Pyrrha." Harry said with a smile, as he walked passed Glynda and entered the room. It reeked of sweat and sex. Laying on the floor, Pyrrha was on top of a soaked carpet, a mixture of sweat and female cum. She was staring upwards, a dazed look in her eyes.
"This is for...this is for...this is..." Pyrrha muttered lazily.
"Hi, Miss Goodwitch." Coco said with a wave, as she walked passed the surprised teacher. She turned and look down at Pyrrha. "...Geez, what'd you do to her?" She asked casually.
Glynda walked passed Coco and stood over Pyrrha, Harry's eyes landing on the blond's rather impressive bust. "I didn't do anything to her. I just didn't let her do anything to herself." She explained. "She's been eating me out for two hours, I've lost count how many time's i've cum on her slutty face...and I stimulate her, and just before she cums I stop. I've done that for every orgasm she's given me." She admitted.
"...That's...horrible." Coco commented, before she smirked. "Velvet and I have a similar game." She added.
"So what do we..." Harry started, causing Pyrrha's eyes to focus and they landed on him.
"...P-please..." Pyrrha forced out, as she rolled over and got on her hands and knees, and she stared up at him with wide green watery eyes. "...L-let me...cum?" She begged, her voice hoarse from the moaning and screaming she did into Glynda.
She knew Harry controlled Glynda, she knew he could let her get permission. Pyrrha crawled towards him, not realizing she could quickly get herself off, but to her that wasn't an option. She needed him to let her.
"Why should I?" Harry asked, causing Pyrrha to stare up at him. Before she crawled closer to him, before she began to rub her face against his crotch.
"…I can please you with me mouth, like I...like I did...w-with my mistress..." Pyrrha mumbled, her mouth rubbing against the fabric of Harry's pants.
Coco looked at Pyrrha in astonishment. "You turned her into a mindless sex starved...deviant, by...edging her?" She asked unsure.
"I also dosed her at breakfast, with some of my daughter's potions. An immensely powerful aphrodisiac, as well as a nerve stimulant. Which amplifies the pain and pleasure receptors by an order of magnitude." Harry said casually.
Pyrrha ignored him and she shamelessly rubbed her face against Harry's crotch. 'This is for...this is for...this is for…' She thought absently, only for a hand to grab and wrap around her crimson pony-tail and yank her back. "Eeh!" She sounded in surprise, as Glynda pulled her off Harry.
"Master...she hasn't pledged herself to you, and she won't if you don't break her fully." Glynda informed.
Harry gave the dominatrix teacher a curious look. "What'd you suggest?" He questioned.
Glynda smiled manically, as she grabbed her office chair and spun it around out from behind her desk and moved it to the side. "Have a seat, Master." She said with a domineering smile.
Harry complied, wanting to see where this was going. Coco watched as Pyrrha stared at Harry, her eyes focused on him completely. Unlike her, Pyrrha wasn't bisexual, the only reason she got turned on by Glynda was because of her masochism. So the moment Pyrrha's eyes landed on Harry, her sexual desire pin-pointed and narrow focused on him.
Glynda leaned back and hopped up on her desk, and she spread her long, toned legs for Harry, giving him a good view of her dripping neither lips. "Let's make her desperate, and want you only." She stated, as she pulled her skirt up a bit.
Coco watched as Harry leaned forward and press his lips against Glynda's own neither variety. She heard Glynda release a low moan, as she draped one of her long legs around Harry's neck. The senior Huntress in training watched as Pyrrha stare at Harry, with so much desperation in her eyes, it was almost pathetic in Coco's opinion.
"Hmm…" Coco sounded, before she strutted passed the half-armored/half-naked Pyrrha and drop to her knees in front of Harry.
With her gloved hand, she expertly unzipped Harry's pants and brandished his member. Coco's sunglasses nearly slid off her face, when she got a grip of the sizable tool. Glynda herself blinked a few times, never remembering it was that impressive.
Harry himself didn't really react, as he continued to feast on Glynda's sweet honey pot. A few feet from Harry, Pyrrha stared at Harry's cock, her pupils expanding and she felt an immense rush of euphoria hit her. 'I need it, I need it, I need it in me right now! No...this is for...this is for...who...who is this for? Why am I resisting this? If I stop resisting right now...i can...I can…' Pyrrha thought, as she stared at the hard, throbbing member with vivid green eyes. She watched as a pair of chocolate brown gloves stroke it a few times.
"Geez, look at her." Coco commented, looking at Pyrrha stare at Harry's member.
A smirk formed on Coco's face, as she leaned over the arm of the chair and kept her eyes on Pyrrha, as she slowly brought the head of Harry's member to her lips. Pyrrha's eyes widened in horror, as she watched Coco wrap her lips around Harry's cock, before she slowly bobbed her head.
'That should be me tasting his cock, that should be me! I deserve it!...I'm the strongest in the academy...I am...but...then...why does she get to be pleased by him?' Pyrrha thought to herself, as she watched Coco go down on Harry.
"Mnpn, shurp, mmph, arh, mmph!" Coco sounded lewdly, her lips smacking against Harry's skin, as she bobbed her head to get his member all spit covered.
After a few bobs, she pulled her head up and licked her lips. She looked at the member pointing up. "Yo, Miss Goodwitch, mind if I take your 'Master' for a spin?" She asked.
"Y-You gotta ask..." Gylnda started, her voice trembling.
Harry pulled back from Glynda's sex and looked at Coco. "My dicks getting kinda cold without your warm embrace, I don't mind if you change that." He admitted, before he went back to eating out Glynda.
"Nu-uoh!" Glynda muttered, feeling his long serpent-like tongue explore her insides, more than Pyrrha's tongue could even dream of.
Coco grinned as she undid one of her belt-buckles, and slowly slid her brown pants down to her knees. Only stopped by her high-heeled boots. Since she was in her usual, accessory filled clothing, she didn't want to waste time taking it all off. She as soon as she slid her pants and panties down to her knees, she hopped on and straddled Harry in his chair.
Her gloved hand gripped Harry's member and pointed it upwards, guiding it to her waiting entrance. All the while she kept her other arm around Harry's shoulder, to keep herself braced. As she slowly lowered herself, she cast a mocking glance back at Pyrrha, to see the red-head was staring at her in envy, her own reflection cast in the senior huntress in training's sunglasses.
Coco was only able to fight half of Harry's length into her, deciding to take a more easier route. However, Harry had other ideas, as he gripped her hips with both of his hands and thrust up. "Ah-oh God!" Coco screamed in surprise, a wide smile on her face.
"Y-You're cock is pretty amazing…but don't expect me to do all the work..." Coco groaned out, before Harry fulled thrust up, hilting himself deep into the girl. She found herself gasping for breath and more overcome than what she expected.
If she wasn't the dominating, confident girl she was; she might've just let Harry have his way with her and submit. But she remained in control, as she kept hand around his shoulder and the other on his abdomen.
"C-come on, keep going..." Coco moaned out, Harry's mouth busy at the moment, he didn't give a snarky reply and just complied at the moment.
He began to thrust beneath her, his pace steadily climbing. Coco moaned loudly, biting her lip as she got the full bit of pleasure. Pyrrha stared at the act, Harry's member appearing and then vanishing deep into Coco, her mouth watering.
Coco didn't even try to hold back and endure; she was coming quick and hard. She started to shriek and moan, as Harry's free hands gripped and messaged her chest, through her shirt. Coco's hand on Harry's chest slid down and she used her finger to stimulate her clit, almost violently rubbing herself to the same speed Harry was thrusting into her.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah-yes!" Coco moaned and screamed out, as Harry pistoned into her. Her brown beret and her sunglasses flying off, her hair getting tousled around and the chair underneath the duo squeaked under the pressure.
Pyrrha stared at the event, feeling a her neither lips moisten considerably, imaging it was her Harry was mercilessly pounding into.
"Come on, come on, keep going!" Coco howled with delight. "...I'm almost there...A-A-Almost there!" She chanted, as Harry sped up his assault. "I feel it...h-here it comes!" Coco screamed, as Harry thrust up and she thrust down against him, burring his length deep within her.
Coco dug her gloved fingers into Harry's shoulders, as she achieved her own orgasm. Slowly, she pulled herself off the Sorcerer and leaned against the desk Glynda sat on. Feeling the after affects of one of the intense orgasms she's had in awhile.
Harry pulled back from Glynda and moved away from the two exhausted girls, his eyes however landed on Pyrrha, who was now crawling towards him.
"Harry...I'm...sorry if I was mean before...I never meant to disrespect you if I did..." Pyrrha apologized, even though she didn't need too.
Harry gave her a curious look, as she seemed to be taking her submissive role. "You never disrespected me, Pyrrha. I want you, and I am going to have you; if your cognoscente enough to live your life or be a mind-broken slave." He admitted.
Pyrrha started at his drying, throbbing member. "...Why me?" She asked quietly.
"You know why." Harry stated, as he reached forward and press his against her cheek, causing her to smile weakly. "You've wanted to be like this the moment you met me, you felt it. You, who's always been at the top, you who everyone avoids. You want someone to throw you into the muck, to treat you like what you want to be treated as. You could've left any time, no one was forcing you to stay." He admitted.
Pyrrha stared at him. "I can't make anyone do anything they weren't already going to do. Me sending you here, me letting Glynda have fun with you; you enjoyed it. Didn't you?" He asked.
Pyrrha glanced away, but she nodded. "It thought...I was...messed up...I thought I could cover up my desire in training, in fighting. But…it never went away." She muttered. "I want to be owned...I thought, if Jaune saw me as a normal person; he might even consider indulging me...but I...he doesn't like me anymore." Pyrrha admitted.
"An interesting idea, so tell me...why are you here?" Harry asked curiously. "You know I don't care about Jaune's rather questionable deeds, you knew I wasn't going to tell anyone about it. You knew you could talk to Ozpin about it, you knew you didn't have to submit. So, who are you doing this for?" He questioned.
Pyrrha blinked a few times. "...I'm doing this for...I'm doing this for...for..." She trailed off, as she looked up at Harry and smiled. "...For me. Because, you're the only one who understood what I wanted from the beginning. And…everything you've done. Is to make me see…" She informed.
Harry smiled at her. "...I don't have to break your mind, I'm glad. I'd hate to ruin such a beautiful person..." He admitted, causing Pyrrha to glance away and blush bashfully. "Stand up." He instructed, and the red-head stood up obediently. "Now, seems like you have an orgasm you've rightfully earned." He informed, causing Pyrrha's eyes to go wide in excitement.
Pyrrha quickly shifted up into Harry's lap, her shapely rear pressing against his muscles, his member rubbing against her neither lips. "...Now..." Harry said, as he leaned forward and had his lips against her ear. "…You have nothing to fear, with me." He whispered, causing Pyrrha to shiver, as Coco and Glynda watched, as he took his target. "We have a few hours to spare...so, how about I reward you for your good behavior." Harry commented.
"...I...I would like that, Master..." Pyrrha admitted with a smile.
–Adult Content Over
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Middle of the Night, City of Vale
The night permeated a darkness, which enveloped all of Vale, most people were asleep; businesses were closed...excepted the shattered wall of a Dust Shop.
Standing in front of a Dust Shop, was a tall, suit wearing man. His face was obscured by a grinning white mask. The sound of heavy metallic thuds reverberated from the shattered wall of the Dust Market Place, as the visages of sleek, metallic humanoid moved around, in absolutely no light conditions. Several moving red dots seemed to dance back and fourth, as the metal humanoids moved through the shop.
Harry looked at his shadowed Cylons ransack the shop, collecting all of the Dust and placing them into cases. He had no personal reason for Dust and honestly found it largely unimportant. He had spells in which he could enhance his weapons with, he had Runes in which he can enchant weapons and items with, and he had ZPMs and expert knowledge in Microfusion to power his technology. Dust was more of a commodity in Harry's mind.
It was also very suspicious. People have no idea where Dust comes from or how it's formed. People have no idea where the Grimm came from, or how they're formed. But just as humanity was defeated by the Grimm, they just happen upon a multi-elemental resource which completely turned the tide of a war?
Harry shook his head in disbelief. Now, the entire world's technology is based on Dust. Dust powers everything, every weapon requires it to be effective. 'Geez, it's just like how Harbinger and Nazara had the Mass Effect Relays in the a Milky Way; forcing civilizations to evolve down a narrow path, using technology only they could only grasp.' He mused, not really liking the idea of being dependent on it.
'But I'm sure I can find a use for it.' He thought, before a set of bright red and blue lights illuminated his figure and the broken into store. The sound of a siren blaring, before it was muddled out as a pair of doors opened up and closed.
There was a ringing, coming from Harry's side, as the Scroll in his pocket rung. He reached down and took it out of his pocket and opened it up, before he put it to his ear.
Not far behind him, a pair of Vale's law-enforcing members exited their patrol car. Their hand-guns brandished, as they crept around their cars, as they leveled their weapons at Harry.
"Hmm, yeah Nui?" Harry asked dryly, as he answered the call he was receiving from his daughter. "...You and Neo are done, huh?…Hey, don't get snippy with me for things I couldn't have possibly known." He responded to an apparent snippy Nui.
"Oh, you guys picking up something to eat…nice. What do I want? Hmm, nothing to heavy, whatever you two are picking up I suppose." Harry said casually.
"Hands up/Freeze!" Both of the law-enforcers ordered, leveling their weapons at Harry.
Harry glanced back and noticed two 'cops' leveling weapons at him, both of the men tensed, seeing the rather sinister looking mask; with a pair of serpent-like eyes staring at them for a moment. He turned and looked back towards the dust shop.
"No, it was nothing, Nui. I'm just about done here." Harry admitted.
"Drop the scroll!" One of the law-enforcers instructed loud and clear.
"...Dust aren't jewels, I can't pick up anything for you..." Harry said, and after a moment he leaned his head to the side, a loud whining 'Nn-eeeeh', just echoed from the speaker of his scroll. "...Fine, I'll whip something together. Just stop making that noise!" He said in exasperation.
"Are you deaf, idiot!" The other law-enforcer snapped, as a pair of orange laser-lights illuminated on their chests.
"Obviously if I get you something, I'll get Neo something. I'm not picking favorites." Harry stated dryly.
"If you don't drop your scroll and get on the floor, we're going to fire in three..." The cop warned. "...two..." He counted down.
"Yeah, I love you too." Harry seemed to respond.
"...One!" The cop finished, as the two went to fire.
However, as they fired; a pair of loud shrill-pinging sounds burst through the quiet night. As two orange beams of ionized energy were flung at relativistic velocities slammed into, and burst through the chest of the two law-enforcers. Parts of their chest and stomach disintegrated away, into flaking orange bits of burnt organic matter.
The two men collapsed on the ground, massive holes in their body, with blood slowly forming pools around them. Harry closed his scroll as he hung up on his daughter and he pocketed his device.
A pair of tall, sleek robotic humanoids formed next to Harry, their visages becoming visible as their active camo disengaged. Each of them had their left arms extended, revealing long built in Binary Rifles, which dissembled into segmented bits of magnetized metal. The weapons rearranged into six-fingered, talon fingers.
The sleek robots were a few inches taller than Harry, with long, thin and lanky limbs. Their shoulders had heavy bits of armor, which raised up and curved into their elongated faces. Each of the two robots sported a single red horizontal line, which had a crimson dot sliding from side to side.
The two long-ranged Cylons looked down the road, their improved optic sensors being able to pick up details at an immense distance.
Harry watched as several Assault Cylons carried out large cases, filled with Dust. He was going to send most of the Dust to Cinder, to keep her out of his business as he converted Romans hideout into a Forward Operating Base. He had to figure out how to hide Yeb, his Reaper Destroyer in or around it. Cloaking Technology only went so far, people will notice the craters caused by it's legs.
And he needed the home field advantage. Cinder wants to feel like she's in power, so when Harry 'messes' up like he plans on doing, 'losing' some Dust to bring out her him. He will show her, she has more reasons to want to work for him, then for her boss. But to do that, he needed to show how powerful he was.
Harry knew he could just intimidate her, but that was easy. He wanted to make a show of it; make her enthralled with his performance. But for that to happen...he needed to bide his time and play her game for a bit.
"Take this to the docks...prep it for shipment." Harry instructed, causing the Cylons to nod in unison.
Above them, a pair of VTOL, glowing orange and chrome Forerunner Phaeton Exoatmopshereic Fighters uncloaked above them. The Phaetons created a steady and rapid clicking sounds, as they hovered above the group.
Harry watched as a pair of beams descended from the fighters, a shrill scream emitted from the beams as they disintegrated and uploaded the molecular data of the Dust and Cylons into their systems, before they rose and flew off.
The Sorcerer hummed, as the two fighters flew off. The Forerunner and Lanteans didn't have any drop-ships for their infantry, so he improvised. Taking inspiration from one of the Lanteans natural enemies the Wraith, he integrated Beaming Technology into the fighters, allowing for quick pick up and deployment.
Harry turned around, before he casually walked over the two corpses of the law-enforcement department of Vale. The flashing red and blue lights of the car shorted out, their bulbs exploding as Harry walked passed them.
'I wonder what Nui and Neo are eating?' Harry though casually, as he vanished in a crack.
...Yeah...I made Coco a Hypersexual Sociopath; why? I have no idea.
I think I made her a Sociopath, because I want different character interactions. I really don't want to name any other Fan-Fic Authors. But sometimes, when people make a Harem, they tend have all the members have similar personalities. And the Dialog and the Interactions between the characters is muddled, you can take one name and change it with another, and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. These are really prevalent in Naruto and Highschool Dxd fanfics; the appeal being on how they look as apposed to how they act.
And it's something I personally hate. When I'm writing dialog; I ask myself...if I put someone else's name here; would the sentence still make sense coming out of another character's mouth. I try to make it distinct.
The same things go for the personalities of the characters. Coco's personality is non-existent in Canon RWBY, all we know about her is from the three-lines she's delivered. And almost all of them are about clothes. So i decided to improvise, in most Fanfics Coco is just a Yang-Clone, who's obsessed in fashion. and I didn't like the angle of just making another Yang. So, i thought out of the box. What would make her an interesting person for her to interact with, she could be just like him in a way. And I can easily see Coco being a Sociopath. How she strutted into a Grimm horde with no care in the world, the golden accessories all over her body to basically make her the center of attention. I know it's a bit of a stretch, but it's better in my mind than making her a Yang-Clone.
And it was fun writing Coco as a twisted girl.
...Oh Yeah, Pyrrha's finally joined! Wah-hoo, that's so Wizard!