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"Okay, so let me get this straight," Yang said, taking a tentative sip of her hot cocoa. "You are perfectly fine with having sex with your dad, but you don't want him to come onto you?"
"For the hundredth time, yes," Blake rolled her eyes. "I need to be the one to seduce my dad, but my mom needs to be the one who seduces me."
"That makes no damn sense."
"It makes perfect sense!"
The conversation had been going on like that for the past six hours, and Ruby and Weiss watched with tired eyes as their teammates bickered back and forth from opposite ends of the couch about the specificities of Blake's fantasies. The duo shared a blanket, tucking their legs together in a jumbled mass as they went on and on and on; Weiss watched from the extended lounge chair, and Ruby just sort of rolled about on the floor by the roaring fireplace, bored out of her mind. One would assume that talking about sex would get any teenage girl so pent up that they could rip their clothes off at any given moment, but that person would assume wrong, and they would be a massive idiot. As it happened, talking about sex and fetishes for six hours straight tended to dull things a bit.
The other members of their party drifted away from them hours ago. Qrow, still contemplating how his life had no meaning whatsoever, locked himself in the kitchen with all the wine he could find. Oscar had taken up the responsibility of wandering the farm and searching for supplies. They could have sworn him screaming something about a bunch of corpses earlier, but they were so wrapped up in their conversation at the time that they mostly just ignored him, and he felt too grossed out to interrupt them about it. They figured it was all probably just a bunch of nothing. As for the old woman, she abandoned the party a long time ago, wandering off on her own into the woods shortly after Blake admitted she wanted to go down on her own mother. "Never should have stayed on that train with you fucking perverts," she had said quite potently. No one really seemed to care when she left.
"Okay, so explain to me again: why can your dad not seduce you?"
"Because it's creepy," Blake explained.
Weiss snickered. "Really? You want to talk about creepy?"
"No, hear me out," Blake said sternly. "Dads are sort of like the protectors of the household, right? They are the authority figure, and so if he tried to come onto me, then you get these weird abuse-of-power vibes, and that's not hot. If I come onto him, then I'm subverting his authority, and that's incredibly hot."
"But how is that any different than your mom?" Yang questioned.
"Because that's not a demanding relationship, it's a nurturing one," Blake reasoned. "I'm mommy's little girl. It's a perverted extension of the natural relationship between mother and daughter. Is this really not making any sense to you?"
"Not really," Ruby yawned.
"Okay, but what about this scenario?" Yang asked. "You just got out of an abusive relationship with an ex-boyfriend, and your dad is there to comfort you. He tells you that the boyfriend didn't know what he was missing out on, and you are beautiful, and your confidence rises, and he tells you that he is so proud to have you as his daughter, and then just when you begin to lower your guard, he starts kissing down your neck, and starts reaching into your pants, and then… you know…"
"No! No no no!" Blake said forcefully, shaking her head. "He has to show reluctance. The sexiest part is the reluctance. Without that, what is even the point of me trying to straddle my dad?"
"Yes," Weiss sneered. "What could ever be the point of that?"
"Look, it doesn't matter anyway," Blake groaned. "I've already come up with the perfect scenario for how I ended up sleeping with both of my parents, so your input doesn't matter anyway."
"Ooh, really?" Yang asked excitedly. "Can we hear it?"
"What? No!" Weiss protested. "We are not listening to a detailed incest fantasy. That is a step way too far, even for us. Plus, we already had to listen to Yang's detailed Salem fantasy an hour ago, and I still haven't recovered from all of the tentacles."
"No ever does recover from the tentacles," Yang sighed peacefully. "No one ever does."
Ruby looked up at her teammate with puppy dog eyes. "Come on, Weiss, let her tell it. I'm so bored."
"Hey, you be quiet," Weiss demanded.
"But what if it's kinky?" Ruby asked desperately. She pouted and bowed her head. "Please, Weiss, don't deprive me of this."
Weiss groaned, throwing her head back against the cushion. God, when did Ruby became such a slut? Well, she had always been one, Weiss supposed, but she didn't always have to know about it. She wished she could just lock that knowledge up in a bottle and throw it into the ocean, or place it in a Relic and seal it in a Vault where no one would ever disturb it. But there was nothing she could do about it, and because of Ruby's cute little stare, her resolve crumbled into pieces.
"Fine, Blake," Weiss cringed. "Tell us all how you plan to… ugh… fuck your own parents."
"Sweet!" Blake said with satisfaction, springing up to her feet. "Okay, so picture this. A warm Menagerie morning. The sun shining through the windows. A light breeze in the air. My father is out doing advocacy work for the Faunus, but my mom is still home, making breakfast. She hums gently as she cooks the meal. With my dad gone, she's been waiting for this day for a long, long time. She doesn't show it yet though as I wander into the kitchen, still stretching and rubbing my eyes. I'm wearing nothing but a short white T-shirt and matching panties, the picture of pure innocence. I'm lured into the room by the sweet aroma of delicious cooking, and my mom smiles warmly, greeting me like she would any other day. I sit down at the kitchen table, and after a few moments, she lays a plate in front of me and tells me to enjoy. Fresh tuna. My favorite. Little do I know that this won't be the only tuna I'll be eating today…"
Yang grinned. "Oooooh, foreshadowing. I love it."
"Really?" Weiss questioned. "Eating tuna? That's the pun you're going with? Are you five?"
Ruby shushed her. "Hey, I'm trying to listen."
Blake continued. "So, anyway, she gives me a gentle, motherly kiss on my ear, which twitches under her touch. She asks me what my plans are for the day, but she doesn't listen as I explain them. It doesn't matter in the end what I want to do. She offers to get me a glass of water, which I obviously accept. Who doesn't want refreshing water? But uh oh! As she walks to the table, she 'trips' and ends up spilling the water all over my white top! A disaster! I stand from the table, shocked and embarrassed, blushing hard. She hurriedly apologies and grabs a cloth, promising to wash it off, but she has no intention of doing so. Instead, she slowly rubs the cloth over my chest as my shirt becomes more and more see-through until my breasts are fully exposed as the moist fabric clings to them. My nipples harden from the cold water, trying to rip free from my top, and she pretends she doesn't notice, but I can't help but see a slight smirk creeping across her face. In my stunned embarrassment, I tell her I'm going to take a shower and then get changed. She acts relieved, but she grins when I'm out of sight. All according to plan."
"Wait a second," Weiss said suddenly. "How did your mom know you were going to go take a shower? I mean, she only spilled water on you. It's not like you got dirty—"
"Hey, don't critique plot holes in my fantasies!" Blake protested.
"All right, all right," Weiss moaned. "Geez, just trying to make commentary."
"Well, I'm trying to make art, so zip it!" Blake snapped, and Weiss backed off.
"Continue," Yang instructed gleefully, subtly slipping her hand underneath her blanket. "This is getting good."
"Okay, so I go to the shower, and this is where it starts to ramp up," Blake said eagerly. "I'm completely naked, the hot water pouring all over my body. Wet hair down my back, water dripping between my thighs. I slowly wash myself, lathering up my hot body, making sure I give myself a deep cleaning, if you know what I mean." She paused for a moment, just to make sure everyone knew what she meant. "I masturbate with the shower faucet."
"We got that," Weiss stated.
"So, there I am, doing my work, when suddenly I hear the door open up. I freak out and drop the faucet as I rush to cover myself as my mom suddenly steps into the room, wearing a black, silky bathrobe. 'Mom, w-what are you doing here?' I stammer, but she gives me a knowing smirk. She says in a lustful voice that she just wanted to make sure I was doing well, and that she wanted to double-check that her daughter was bathing herself properly. It had been so long since we last bathed together, not since I was very little. 'You've grown up so much since then,' she moans, eyes traveling up and down my figure. It's been so long since we've spent any quality time together. Why don't we have some right now? Then, she drops her robe."
Blake's eyes go wide as she kneels down, holding her arms out in front of her, motioning the others toward her. "Now, you have to imagine that she is the just the hottest fucking woman. Smooth skin, tight abs, thick hips, freshly shaven, with boobs that are full and round like the moon and still holding their shape despite her age. Like, she has to be unnaturally sexy, except, of course, she is all-natural because she's perfect. I stand there with my mouth open as she casually enters the shower, still smiling lovingly at me. I turn away from her, trying to hide my arousal, but she knows. She always knows. She begins to lather up her own tits, playing with them and squeezing them as she rubs them with soap, and then she notices that I haven't washed my back yet. 'Let me help you with that,' she says, and then she places her hands on my shoulders, and presses her giant breasts into my back. She runs her soapy mounds up and down my back, using them like perfect sponges. Her hard nipples rub against my shoulder blades, and I try to hold back a moan, but it can't help but escape my lips. She notices that I'm distracted, and then casually reaches down under and around my arms and grabs onto my own breasts. I don't even resist as she starts massaging them, gently kneading her fingers into them to elicit more delicate moans from me. Her thumbs roll my nipples, and I subconsciously push my ass back into her hips, molding our bodies tightly together as she continues to use her hot flesh to bathe mine. I'm losing all control. The last rational part of my brain is still fighting, telling me that what I'm doing is so wrong, and yet its being overwhelmed by my primal, depraved urges. Her hand slowly travels down my body, running past my ribs, my stomach, and then into my crotch, and she sweetly whispers into my ear in a husky voice, 'Let Mommy take good care of—'"
"Okay, fuck this noise!" Weiss suddenly declared, jumping out of her seat. "We've had enough! Shut this down!"
Blake frowned. "I was just getting into it, though."
"Doesn't matter. We don't need anymore."
"But you haven't heard how I plan to seduce my dad yet!" Blake cried. "See, after a three-month-long affair with my mom, we decide to give dad a blindfolded birthday surprise. He thinks he's getting a blowjob from my mom, but right when he's about to cum, she pulls up the mask and—"
"Stop it!" Weiss screamed.
Yang and Ruby groaned painfully.
"Oh, really, Weiss? Do you have to spoil the fun?" Yang asked.
"Yeah, I wanted to know what happened next," Ruby complained. "That was really good, Blake. Well-detailed. If being a Huntress doesn't work out, you should become a novelist."
"Thanks, Ruby."
Weiss placed her hands on her hips. "Oh, shut up, you sick fucks. I do not need to sit here and listen to Blake daydreaming about her mom fingerblasting her."
"There wasn't going to be any fingerblasting," Blake protested. "Just normal fingering… and you know, some cunnilingus. Like normal."
"That doesn't—"
"And some scissoring."
"That—"
"And she eats my ass at one point."
"I don't care!" Weiss shouted furiously. "I know we had a whole thing about not kink-shaming each other, but that doesn't mean I have to partake in this sick shit. I don't care whether it's real or not, or whether it's a mom or a dad, you should. Not. Bang. Your. Relatives!" Weiss quickly pointed at Yang, casting her a deranged glare. "And stop fucking masturbating in front of your teammates, you blonde-haired bimbo fuck!"
"I-I'm not masturbating," Yang said quickly, flushing with guilt. "I'm just… adjusting my pants. Yep. Adjusting my pants. Giving 'em the old one-handed adjustment. That's it." Yang smiled awkwardly, but Ruby soon joined in on the disappointed glances, giving her sister the really-you-couldn't-just-wait-until-tonight-I'm-literally-two-feet-from-you-this-reflects-badly-on-our-family look. Yang casually removed her hand from under the blanket, and tucked it quickly behind her back where no one could see it. Blake, trying to cast the idea of her best friend pleasuring herself in her immediate vicinity out of her mind, turned to Weiss and crossed her arms.
"You know, it's super weird that you're not into incest, Weiss, all things considered," she claimed.
"What things considered? There are no things. No things to consider!" Weiss said passionately.
"Well, one, your family all looks the same," Blake explained, "and as everyone knows, basic incest math means that the more the family members look the same, the hotter it gets."
"Incest math?" Weiss said disparagingly. "That's not a thing."
"It's absolutely a thing. Incest math: the objective measurement system of how hot it would be to bang any given family member. There's tons of variables to consider, and one of the most important ones calculated is how similar you look. That's why twincest is wincest, and that stepmom porn you find online with completely unrelated actresses suck."
"First of all, I don't watch stepmom porn, so I don't know what the hell you are talking about," Weiss said firmly, "and second of all, this is absolutely something you just made up."
"It is not! It's totally real!"
"Really? Who invented it?"
"John Q. Incest."
Weiss narrowed her gaze. "John Q. Incest?"
Blake nodded hesitantly. "S-Sure. John Q. Incest."
"Okay then, what's it measured in?"
"What?"
"You heard me. What's it measured in?" Weiss repeated. "All measurement systems require units of measurement. Length is measured in meters, sound in decibels, temperature in degrees—what's this system measured in?"
"B-Bang units," Blake stammered.
"Bang units?"
"Bang units."
"Bang units."
"Yes. Bang units."
"Units designed… for banging?"
"T-That's right, sister."
"Riiiiiight," Weiss said skeptically. "So tell me, Blake, since you are clearly a star pupil of Mr. John Q. Incest, what is the maximum amount of bang units you can get out of the Schnee family?"
"Oh, that?" Blake said nervously. "That's… that's easy. That's simple c-calculus…"
"So figure it out," Weiss demanded. Blake awkwardly scratched the back of her head, stumbling through her thoughts to try to find an answer. Yang and Ruby leaned in with great interest, and after a few minutes of fumbling around in the dark, Blake's eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.
"Edging sex show!" she declared. Weiss cast her a confused glare, so the Faunus explained further. "You take your brother Whitley and you tie him to the bed, right? And then you, your mom and your sister all put on a lesbian sex show for him. Start with a striptease, maybe eat each other out a little, then go right into some hardcore BDSM. Hit every position you possibly can. Lots and lots of dirty talk. Talk about how you get your tight ass pounded, and maybe lean into Atlas's authoritarianism as you fuck the ever-living shit out of each other. The key is that every now and then you include him on the fun, but never to the point where he climaxes. You can't let him climax. For like, at least six hours. Edge him like crazy. Literally have sex on top of him. And then eventually, once he's all built up, just let him, like, explode everywhere on your faces. Then make out with his climax. Boom. Perfect Schnee hotness."
Weiss's mouth hung open in shock. That answer: far too detailed. Way too detailed. So detailed that, if her life was an anime web series, she would fully expect someone to write an erotic fanfiction of that exact moment and publish it to several thousand views. A mild rage overtook her, and she was about to scream, when Yang suddenly popped off the couch, and excitedly rushed to Blake's side, wrapping an arm around her teammate's shoulder.
"Blake, you sold me!"
"Sold you?" Blake and Weiss asked in stunned unison.
"Yep," Yang nodded. "I'm officially pro-incest now."
Blake smiled warmly at her friend, mostly ignoring the smell coming from the hand wrapped around her.
Ruby looked at her sister in half-understanding surprise.
Weiss's head nearly exploded.
"What?"
"Yep, that was totally hot, so I'm all for it," Yang stated proudly. "Incest is cool now."
"See, I told you," Blake said encouragingly. "The bang units don't tell lies."
"There are no such things as bang units!" Weiss screamed. "This is so fucked up! How are you all not seeing this?"
"Look, Weiss, it's really simple," Yang explained simply. "There was a man—John Q. Incest—and he had a dream. A dream to measure the vast scope of human desires. This dream took him on a journey, not just a physical one, or a sexual one, but a spiritual one. One that tested the very mettle of the human species. And do you know what he found when he stared into the abyss, Weiss? Do you know what he discovered? He discovered knowledge, Weiss; the knowledge that you leaning over your brother and getting spit roasted by your mom and sister with their big futa dicks is hot as fuck."
"Exactly," Blake nodded. She stopped herself. "Wait, futa dicks—"
"The point is," Yang continued, "I'm all aboard the boning-your-blood train, and it's a ride that I don't think I'm ever going to get off. Plus, I can only imagine the crazy shit that Blake can calculate with me and my family."
"Oh, you and Ruby?" Blake asked with a knowing smirk. "With both your hot moms, and your dad, and all the fucked up abandonment complexes you have going on between the five of you? Yang, we could reach bang levels that John Q. Incest couldn't have even fathomed."
"Sweet!" Yang said gladly, clenching her fist. "Man, I was feeling kind of tired before, but now I'm all fired up. I think I'm going to head upstairs and rub one out if that's okay with all of you." Then, she said something that changed the entire complexion of the room. "Hey, Ruby, want to join?"
Ruby—poor, innocent Ruby—immediately jumped off of the floor and scurried frightfully away to the far corner of the room. "W-W-What!"
"Come on, I'm in an incest mood!" Yang stated, even Blake looked at her in delighted shock and Weiss began melting into a big pile on the ground. "You don't have to have sex with me or anything. We can just do some side-by-side sisterly diddling. It'll be fun."
"I-I-I-I don't k-know about that, Y-Yang," Ruby stammered nervously. She had plenty of sexual thoughts in her teenage years, many of which had been spilled before her team just mere hours beforehand. However, she had never been asked to have anything risqué actually performed, let alone by her own sister. Twelve hours ago, she could not have even imagined that happening. Then again, there were a lot of things that she could not have imagined twelve hours ago. She could not have imagined being separated from half of her teammates. She could not have imagined the revelations about the Two Brothers and their destruction of the previous race of humanity, or how Ozpin had lied to them about his relationship with Salem. She most definitely could not have imagined learning about the ever-increasing number of perversions shared by her teammates. But now, alone in this cabin in the middle of the woods, she was being given a sincere offer to have a fun time masturbation party with her sister, and the horrible truth was that she was not completely against it.
"Look, think of it like this," Yang said calmly. "The two morally worst parts of incest are abusive power dynamics and inbreeding, right? Well, we can't have children together because neither of us has a dick… right?"
Ruby shook her head. "Not this time."
"Right, so that's out the window," Yang continued. "And we're not in an abusive relationship at all. We are totally healthy!"
Weiss screamed from her new life as a crumpled heap on the rug. "You won't be if you fucking do this!"
Ruby nervously glanced away. "I… I don't know, Yang. Still seems kind of wrong."
"Kind of!?"
"Hey, think of this," Yang suggested. "We're only half-sisters, right? Therefore, it's only half-morally unacceptable!"
"That's not how morality works!"
"Well… we are only half-sisters," Ruby acknowledged, taking a step closer.
"Exactly," Yang smiled. "And we won't even be having actual sex. Just casual, solitary fingering... together."
"Right. Casual fingering," Ruby stated, gradually warming up to the idea. Yang held out her hand—the hand that had been in places no dared speak about—and Ruby cautiously reached out toward it. The more she thought about it, the less terrible it sounded. It wasn't like they were actually going to screw each other. At least that wasn't the plan. They were just going to hang out like half-sisters normally did. Only sexier. But even still, if one thing developed into another, and a certain line happened to get crossed, would that be the worst thing either? Ruby was eighteen. They were both consenting adults. They could do what they wanted. It was a free kingdom. And besides: she had to learn just how high the bang units could go.
It was when Ruby's fingers were about to touch Yang's that Weiss completely snapped. She had been watched in shock and horror for too long, but she realized that she had to take action. She didn't mind Blake having her weird fucked up mommy fantasies. Well, she did, but she could stomach those at the very least and push it behind her and try to accept it as her trying to spice up her sex life. But Yang and Ruby? That wasn't spicing up—that was dumping in the whole damn spice rack! There was not a chance in hell she was going to let them do that. Aside from the fact it was morally wrong no matter what percentage of blood the two shared, it was going to severely impact their mission and their relationships as a team. They would be super distracted during their battles with Grimm, and they would never be able to focus during strategy meetings, and of course, they would have to explain it to Nora and Ren and Jaune, and that would be a nightmare in and of itself.
And of course, there was that other reason why Weiss didn't like the idea of Ruby sleeping around with other people.
But then, it hit her. That was it! The solution to her problem! Ruby was a horny little fuck puppet, desperate to get off at the slightest convenience, but if she was able to harness that mad horniness and direct at something else—or someone else—then Weiss might have been able to save her from making the biggest mistake of her entire life. She was certain she could save her team if she just concentrated her efforts, and hey, what did she have to lose exactly? Nothing but a tiny bit of her pride… and all of her virginity.
Weiss sprung to her feet and pointed dramatically at Ruby. "Have sex with me instead!"
Ruby and Yang froze, their hands mere centimeters apart. Blake, though slightly saddened by the stoppage of likely incest, couldn't help but feel a thrilling rush as she realized what drama was about to play out in front of her.
"What?" Ruby asked, an intense blush coming over her.
"You heard me," Weiss declared. "I'm not going to let you sleep with Yang. If you want to get your rocks off, then let me be the one to do it. I'll screw you right there on that couch, right in front of everyone!" Weiss directed her pointed finger at the sofa, and the gaze of her teammates followed it.
Yang scowled. "Excuse me, Weiss, but Ruby and I already have plans. You can't just butt in and take her for yourself."
"Of course, I can! I have to," Weiss said nobly. "Ruby, I can give you anything you want. Any position. Any style. Fuck, you want to be dominated? You want to be abused? Well, I'll dominate you like my family abuses our Faunus laborers!"
"Faunus… laborers?" Ruby moaned excitedly, her knees beginning to wobble. Her mind raced far out of her control. Weiss Schnee actually coming onto her? It was like a dream. Not as good of a dream as it would be if it was Cinder, but pretty damn good regardless. Everyone had known that she maybe sort of had a massive crush on her snow-haired teammate. Why not take advantage of the offer while it lasted? Why not let her fantasies come true? The possibilities were endless. She took a step toward Weiss, but Yang suddenly snatched her wrist and pulled her back.
"No way," she stated angrily. "Ruby is mine. We are going to go upstairs, and we're going to masturbate, and then once she's in a position of emotional vulnerability, I'm going to pounce on her and ravage her like a wild animal. Reluctance is the key!"
"Wild… animal…" Ruby muttered, her head swimming. Blake casually distanced herself from her arguing team and sat on the lounge chair, grinning comfortably as she watched them grow more furious. The intense drama was somehow more exciting than any fantasy she or John Q. Incest could come up with, and she smiled with the knowledge that no matter what way things turned out, the Belladonna would come out on top—as long as she got to watch the result.
Weiss grabbed onto Ruby's other wrist and pulled her closer. "You want wild animals, Ruby? Well, don't forget that I can summon. Yeah, I'll get you any fucking wild animal you want! Grimm big and small. You want horse dick? You'll ride horse dick tonight, baby!"
"H-Horse dick…"
"Oh, please!" Yang shouted, dragging Ruby closer to her. "Why would she want one of your freaky ice summons when she can spend the night with a real woman?"
Weiss tugged Ruby to her. "Real woman?"
Yang tugged her back. "Yeah, I fucking said it! Your chest is so small it doesn't even fucking exist! My boobs are awesome!"
"Your boobs are just big, saggy, fat flaps! Mine are cute and perky, and my nipples aren't the size of fucking dinner plates!"
"These nips are for loving, you cocksucking whore!"
"Funny you call me a whore when you always dress like a massive tramp!"
"Slut!"
"Cunt!"
Ruby was lost in a daze as she was constantly passed back and forth between Weiss and Yang. Her arms were sore from the constant tugging, and she desperately wanted to lie down, if not also to relieve the ridiculously intense sensation between her legs. She was a woman caught between two worlds. Fire and ice. Lust and love. Banging her sister and not banging her sister. It was so hard to choose! So hard to think! The best solution, of course, was to take both of them at once, but that wasn't an option given the circumstances. Instead, she was stuck in the middle, unable to free herself from the grasp of her two would-be lovers.
Suddenly, Weiss yanked on her extra hard, pulling her completely away from Yang's grasp. Weiss pulled her close and forcefully kissed her, shoving her tongue inside Ruby's mouth before the young Huntress could even react. Blake cheered on from the background as Ruby melted into the kiss, her eyes glossing over as Weiss didn't even give her a chance to take control, tonguing her mouth so relentlessly that Ruby couldn't even breathe. Her mind went completely blank except for the taste of strawberries on Weiss's lips. Yang huffed, seething with rage, and her Semblance flared as she started to remove her jacket.
"Oh, that's the game you want to play?" she asked, ripping off her jacket and then tearing her shirt clean off her body. "Two can play at that." Completely topless, Yang yanked Ruby away from Weiss's grasp, and the heiress gasped in horror as Yang smothered her sister into her tits, making the tiny girl motorboat against her will. Not that Ruby was actually complaining. She was far too lust-drunk to even think, let alone complain. Her thoughts became nothing but Yang's boobs, her big, massive, gigantic, enormous, sensational, wonderful honkers, and she collapsed into them as her knees gave out, supported only by leaning deeper into her sister's chest.
Weiss, growling like a wild animal, reached for the clasp around her neck. "Fuck this shit! I'm not letting you take her, you psychotic motherfucker!" Weiss stripped bare as Blake screeched like a wild fangirl. She got her clothes off faster than she ever had before, throwing away her sleeves, then her heels, then her stockings, and then just the rest of her dress into a big heap in Blake's lap. With nothing but her soaked blue lace panties covering her, she lunged forward and tackled Ruby onto the couch, knocking Yang away and pinning the object of her desires underneath her.
"I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not, dammit!" she screamed violently.
"Apiabhrfbcacjeijrferhv," Ruby babbled in response.
"Whatever!"
Yet, before she could lean down and make out with Ruby again, Yang grabbed Weiss by the waist and threw her off to the side, working on getting herself out of her own pants.
"No! You are going to have sex with me!"
Yang freed herself from her pants and threw them into the pile of discarded clothes that was slowly burying Blake alive, but before she could act, Weiss jumped back on top of Ruby, covering the barely legal teen with her naked body.
"Back off!"
"You back off!"
"Yiaouierfieahfvrfbvuravruefunverfc," said Ruby.
"Shut it!" they both yelled at her, and they immediately went to work clawing at her, ripping off whatever articles of clothing from the young Huntress as they possibly could grab. They didn't even care about what the other did anymore, nor did they care about morality or the bang unit system, nor did they care about Blake clapping and hooting and hollering from her excellent vantage point from the lounge chair. They were in heat, and they were going to release their frustrations whether Ruby was aware of it or not. They were going to have sex with this woman, dammit! They were going to have crazy, wild, bestial sex with Ruby Rose, and it was going to be fucking awesome, and there was not a single force on Remnant that could possibly stop them!
And then, the door to the house suddenly flew off its hinges and crashed to the floor. And from that door came barging into the room Salem, the Queen of Grimm, dressed in red and sporting a violent, sexy gleam in her red and black eyes.
"Team RWBY, I've found you at last!" she cried vengefully. "Prepare to meet your—"
And then she froze as she finally took in her surroundings. The girls were frozen as well, locked into their positions from the sheer shock of seeing their greatest enemy barge in through the front door. Salem examined them closely: Weiss and Yang in nothing but their underwear, the latter still with her combat boots, the silver-eyed Ruby half-dazed on the couch with her outfit in tatters, exposing most of her body, and Blake, consumed by a massive pile of her teammates' clothing, trying to release the belt of her own pants; and they all looked at Salem, who was not the creepy old witch they had seen in their vision at Haven, but this bizarrely attractive thing with flowing hair and beautiful skin in a red gown that barely contained her hotness.
And Salem looked at Team RWBY.
And Team RWBY looked at Salem.
And Salem looked at Team RWBY.
And Team RWBY looked at Salem.
And then Salem pursed her lips.
"I'm sorry, what the fuck is going on here?"
