Greetings, pilgrim.
Here's another chapter of this thing. An artist by the name of echollama on Tumblr has kindly let me use one of his drawings as cover art for this. God help the poor soul who one day draws actual fanart for this thing xD. Also, I have now changed the character tags as I promised before, since they are more appropriate for what I have in mind for this story.
Please enjoy the following chapter, whilst I take a good long look at myself in the mirror.
Cover art - echollama
Sitting next to her partner had never felt so awkward before.
Come to think of it, spending any time with Blake now felt awkward for Yang.
It had only been a few days since she and the others stumbled upon her book of horrendous smut - all of which she wrote herself and featured themselves as characters! - and yet the scars had yet to heal. There was just some things you couldn't forget, and this was one of them.
What goes on it that weird little head of yours, Blakey? The blonde watched her partner casually eat her tuna and sweetcorn sandwich. You're already imagining me jumping the bone on someone right now, aren't you? Let me guess; Jaune? Ren? Oh God, it better not be Professor Port, you little creep!
Did she write stories about everyone in Beacon? Was no one safe from her devious little mind? She probably did have a few stories that featured Weiss, Ruby and - God forbid - her as well doing the deed with someone. Some may see that as being flattering, but honestly, it was just too weird to take it as a compliment.
I'm onto you, kitty cat... I'm onto you...
"-but then he said, 'yeah, I guess you're pretty cute for a ginger.' That's when I-"
Speaking of weird, Nora was spouting another one of her weird stories. Though to be fair, her style of weird was more refreshing compared to Blake's.
They were all sitting in the canteen, eating their awkwardness away. All of them were feeling pretty uncomfortable after reading some of Blake's sinful musings. Poor Pyrrha hadn't joined them, as she was currently in her team's shower in attempt to become 'pure'.
According to JNPR, she had already showered four times today…
Thankfully, Blake didn't seem like she realised what was going on, but she probably would in time. And when that happened… well, that would just be even more awkward, wouldn't it?
"-and now he has to walk on his elbows-"
"Nora, how on earth does this relate to what we were talking about?" Trust Ren to bring the girl back down to Remnant.
"I dunno," she shrugged. "But it was better than Jaune talk about his mom's boring awards."
"Hey, my mom worked her butt off to get that kind of recognition," the blond noodle complained. "The least you can do is be a little impressed."
"Bleh, writing stories is so slow and boring. But beating up no-good punks? Now that's fun."
Yang saw her partner's eye and bow twitch for a moment, though she quickly recovered from that brief flash of irritation and went back to her sandwich.
Hmm…
"Come now, Nora, we shouldn't be so quick to judge other people's interests," Ren said calmly. "I'm sure there is plenty to be gained from writing a story."
"I doubt it," Nora snorted. "Reading and writing is super lame. I'm pretty sure only nerds get a kick out of it."
Whilst Jaune was defending his mother's honour, Yang saw her partner twitch again. Blake was usually a very composed person, but this was definitely getting under her skin. Reading had always been one of her strongest passions.
Unfortunately so was writing, apparently…
She still hadn't gotten around to confronting Blake about her porn journal. It was just such an awkward topic to approach. She didn't even know how to even start mentioning it in a conversation. She kept putting it off until it was the right time to mention it, but honestly, when would it ever be the right time?
She looked back at Nora at listened to her rant against all forms of reading and writing. She then looked back at her partner, who was occasionally twitching from the girl's harsh words about her passion.
An idea suddenly sparked in her head. She would probably never ask Blake about her journal, but perhaps she could try a different approach in stopping her from writing anymore. Nora's words were bothering her, probably making her feel like a loser in the process.
Maybe she could use that to her advantage? Maybe if she undermined her interests, it would get her to stop writing?
Sorry, Blakey. But this has gotta be done.
"Gotta side with Nora on this one, Vomit Boy," Yang cheered loudly, even for her. "Writing stories is a waste of time. Who would wanna spend ages staring at a blank page waiting for words to happen? "
Blake's grip on her fishy sandwich tightened. Oohoo, she touched a nerve there. Maybe this could be her way of getting Blake to stop writing smut, or at the very least, smut about them. Subtlety wasn't in her nature, but she could give it a go.
"I wouldn't expect you to appreciate the quality that a good book has to offer, Yang," Weiss tutted.
No! Damn it, Ice Queen, she didn't know what she was doing!
"All I'm saying is, all the boys I know want nothing to do with wannabe authors." She doubted Blake even worried about that sort of thing, but it was worth a shot. "They like a girl who prefers partying over staying in their room reading all day."
It seemed to be working. Blake was practically radiating with rage, judging from her trembling form. It sucked that she had to jab at Blake like this, but it had to be done. Her partner was a madwoman who needed to be reined in.
"Then you've been associating with wastrels. Being well-read and sharing your vision with the world is one of the most admirable qualities a person can have. Only a fool would say otherwise."
Blake began to simmer down. Damn it, no!
"Yeah, but what if what you write sucks?" Yang challenged. "What if everyone hates your work? What if your forever remembered as the worst writer in history? How could you live with the shame?"
C'mon, Weiss, work with me here. It seemed to be working; Blake no longer looked angry, but instead looked confused and worried. Maybe if she doubted her skill, she'd stop writing her smut. That would be a win-win for all of them.
"Who cares what a few naysayers say?" Weiss scoffed. "How a person feels about their own work is what really matters in the end."
"Even if everyone hates it? Even if if it makes people uncomfortable?" She tried speaking the words as slow as possible, praying the heiress would wise up and take the hint. "I mean, it's better to spare yourself the embarrassment than to live with it for the rest of your life, right?"
"I would rather be a laughingstock than a nameless face in the crowd," Weiss said softly yet proudly. "We choose our own paths in life. If I let someone else decide for me how to live my life, I would never be able to forgive myself."
Her dainty little hand clenched into a fist. "When my father forbid me from training to become a huntress, I knew that I had to escape the grasp he had on me. I chose my own passion, my own calling… my own destiny."
She leaned over the table, pale-blue orbs meeting wide lilac ones. "I don't care what the world thinks of me." She hissed out each word. "The world may view Weiss Schnee as a spoilt child defying her rich father, but I know what I did was right for me. I will stand by anyone with a dream and enough spirit to see it through. And if anyone scorns those for having such qualities, then I say, to hell with them!"
Nobody at the table said anything, as everyone looked up at the fuming heiress with silent awe.
That was… a pretty good speech. Better than anything she could come up with, anyway.
The funny thing was, she agreed with everything the girl had said. It was important to pursue your dreams and see them out to the end. She had to admit, Weiss could be pretty motivational when she wanted to.
Too bad she motivated the wrong person, as Blake was beaming in the seat next to her. Whatever confusion and doubt she had was long gone. She had never seen her partner look as inspired as what she did now.
Congratulations, Weissy. You've created a monster!
"Well said, Weiss," she smiled through gritted teeth. Whatever happened next was all on her.
"Yeah, Weiss," Ruby chirped up. "That was amazing. I feel motivated already."
"Glad to see I can bring a little common sense out of you all," the girl smirked. "I'll be honest, Yang, I never expected you to slander anyone's dreams. That doesn't seem like you at all."
Oh, sure. She picks up on that, but she can't tell when someone is desperately trying to tell her to shut up!? Yeah, it's good to follow your dreams, but if they make you write porn about your friends whilst following them, your dreams were probably leading you off a cliff!
"Maybe I'm just not feeling like myself," she said, trying to come off as innocent but sounding painfully sarcastic. "Reading has that effect on me."
"Is that so? Then you should read more. It might do your brain some good."
This dumb bitch…
A yelp of surprise and the sound of a tray falling suddenly brought everyone's attention to one side of the cafeteria. Lying on the floor was the timid form of Velvet Scarlatina, rubbing her kneecap and covered in food. She quickly noticed everyone watching her, causing her face to glow red from embarrassment.
Sitting over her was Team CRDL, who were all laughing at the poor girl's misery. Looking closely, Yang saw that Cardin had his leg stuck out.
"Whoops," Cardin chortled. "Better watch where you're going next time, amirite?"
"You guys," Velvet moaned, trying to stand back up again. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything?" Cardin said in mock surprise, quickly pulling his leg back under the table. "Looks to me like you're just being a little clumsy today. You better get going, before you have another accident."
"But-"
"I said beat it, bunny," the bully growled. Velvet's rabbit ears drooped and she picked up whatever was left of her lunch off of the floor. She walked away from his table with her head hung low, the bullies snickering as they watched her go.
Yang clenched her fist in rage. Godammit, those guys sucked. Even though CRDL had stopped doing things like pulling Velvet's ears a long time ago - thanks to a very brutal detention session with Ms Goodwitch - they still found ways to torment the girl. Apparently, tripping her up in public was one of them.
She wanted to beat the snot outta them so bad, but she had to restrain herself. Even though CRDL were a bunch of scumbags, Velvet had to stand up for herself. She was a huntress - one with more experience than them, as she was in her second year. That fact that she had made it into Beacon was proof of her strength, but her timid nature kept holding her back.
As sad as it was to admit, if she wanted to get stronger, she'd have to make the first move herself. Yang beating up CRDL herself wouldn't change anything. She had to be the one to take charge. It just sucked that she kept putting herself through all that misery.
"Poor Velvet," Ruby murmured. "I thought Cardin got over bullying her?"
"Clearly you don't know Cardin," Jaune scoffed. "Even though he doesn't give me a hard time anymore, I can tell he still hates me from the way he looks at me. There's no use trying to change some people."
"Its sucks that someone like him gets to become a hunter," Yang snarled. "It makes the rest of us look bad. He's no better than a common thug."
"Unfortunately, no one says you need to have an upstanding personality in order to become a hunter," Weiss sighed. "Our main purpose in life is to hunt Grimm. As long as he can do that, he's got the job."
"But he's still giving hunters a bad name," Yang snapped. "We're supposed to be peacekeepers too, you know. You seriously expect someone like Cardin to lead a rescue operation?"
"I don't make the rules, Yang," Weiss shrugged. "It simply is what it is. Hopefully though, they'll keep him away from civilian interaction as much as possible. Fighting Grimm is all he's good for."
Yang scoffed. Even that was debatable. She remembered the time when Cardin got attacked by that Ursa and Jaune of all people had to save him. Cardin was all bark but no bite, nothing else.
"Uh, are you okay, Blake?" Ruby said. "You're looking a little out of it."
Yang looked back at her partner. Blake was normally a quiet person, but she was always spoke up when Cardin bullied Velvet just for being a faunus. Being a faunus herself, she was very vocal with her disdain against the leader of CRDL and his racist views.
But this time was different. Her partner was deathly silent and was staring directly at Cardin himself. Her eyes were narrow and her expression unreadable. She almost could've been mistaken for a mannequin if she didn't occasionally blink. Ruby was right, she was looking weird.
Suddenly, Blake rose up out of her chair and walked away from the table. Yang's eyes went wide as she thought her partner was finally gonna give Cardin the roughhousing he deserved. She approached CRDL's table, the bullies oblivious to her presence-
-and then just walked right past them, heading towards the exit of the cafeteria.
Confused, Yang turned round to watch her go. As Blake was walking off, she pulled something out from her jacket pocket. It was small, black, and made a faint clicking noise when she pressed the top of it.
A pen?
…
"Oh shit," Yang gasped, her voice being little more than a weak whisper.
"Language, Yang," Weiss snapped. "Your sister's present."
"I'm not five," Ruby murmured.
Yang ignored her. The situation was to dire to complain about a little swearing. "You guys, don't you have any idea what she's doing!? She's gone to write another porn story!"
"She's what!?" Weiss yelped. "Why would she do that now of all times!"
"Well, maybe she wouldn't have," Yang growled, turning to Weiss as she spoke, "if someone hadn't encouraged her to do so."
"Why are you looking at me? What did I do?"
Yang would have falce-palmed, but the force of it would've probably caused her skull to cave in. "All that stuff I said back there about writing? I was trying to discourage her so that she'd finally stop writing creepy porn about us!" She pointed a finger directly at the heiress' face. "But then you came along and just had to boost her confidence by talking about 'following your destiny' and all that crap!"
"Is that what you were doing!?" Weiss gasped. "Why didn't you say anything? Had I known, I would have told her to eat her own hands, rather than pick up a pen."
Yang slammed her head on the table. Weiss was a rare mixture of genius and idiot all at once. It would've been impressive if it weren't so frustrating.
"Well, she's not getting away with it this time," Weiss growled, standing up out of her chair. "I'm going to give her a piece of my mind."
"Weiss, wait!" Ruby cried. "If you say anything, it'll prove to her that we read her journal."
"Like I give a darn about that," Weiss huffed. "This madness ends here." With that said, she took off to find Blake, somehow managing to sprint in heels. It was so weird how some of the girls in Beacon could do that.
"If it helps, Yang," Jaune spoke up, "I was trying to do the same thing. I mentioned my mom, because I thought she could potentially give Blake some writing advice. I was hoping Blake would ask to meet her when I brought her up."
"What's with everyone speaking in code these days?" Nora asked. "I feel like we're in some kinda spy film. Just say what you mean next time."
Taking advice from Nora. The world truly had gone mad.
Still, maybe what Jaune was offering could do some good. If Blake was gonna continue writing, she might as well get some lessons first. Who knows, she might actually write something decent with a little bit of help, or at the very least something about anyone else but them.
Yang looked up at him. "You really think your mom can help?"
Jaune shrugged. "I mean, yeah, she should be able to. Mom's always been helpful like that. If she had a chat with Blake, she should be able to change what she writes. I can call her tomorrow if you want?"
Yang nodded, as did Ruby and the others. Maybe Jaune's mom, an already established author, could fix Blake up. Then maybe this nightmare they were living in would finally end.
You are so not worth this headache, Blake.
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Injustice!
That's what she saw every time she looked at the world around her. The strong picking on the small, the wealthy picking on the poor, the vegetarians picking on the pescetarians for avoiding meat yet still eating fish, even though it was the food of the gods.
And of course the worst of all - racist humans picking on defenseless faunus.
For a moment, Blake had a brief flashback to her time in the White Fang. Some of the crimes she had committed during that time all for the sake of equality were inexcusable. But that was a long time ago. She had since learnt that battles such as that were not fought with weapons, but with words.
Punching Cardin in the face wouldn't change the world. It could not spare Velvet from his cruelty. Only the power of the written word would be able to make a difference in this sick, sad world. Words carried weight, words carried meaning, words carried depth.
And today, her words would help Remnant out of the rut it had found itself in.
She swung her dormroom open with enough force to shake the world and stepped inside. Zwei looked up from his spot on Weiss' bed, but made no effort to approach her. She was on a warpath, and the mangy beast knew better than to get in her way.
She reached into her drawer and pulled out her journal. Gambol Shroud was dear to her, but this journal would always be her most prized possession. There was enough stories inside it to reshape the way the world viewed modern literature.
She flipped through it, looking to find a fresh page to write on. When she found one, she grinned like a hungry tiger and sat down at the desk, ready to get to work.
Yang was a fool. Reading and writing wasn't boring. It was an artform, and she was the artist. She knew her partner wasn't stupid, but she seriously lacked the ability to comprehend this fact. She wasn't blaming her partner for this, a life of booze and anger issues probably did that to a person.
As much as she often butted heads with Weiss, at least she understood. When this was over, she'd have to rewrite that story she wrote about her and Ozpin… well, maybe not completely rewrite it.
But enough of the sideshow! With her sword in her hand, she stabbed the pages with its inky blade. The paper bled ink until the black liquid began to form words that would be studied by the finest scholars of Remnant in years to come.
"For you, Velvet," she whispered as she set about changing the world around her.
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(B)unny (D)ominates (S)tupid (M)ale - An erotic romance by Shadowcat
Sometimes life gives you lemons.
Unless, of course, you're a Winchester. In which case, life knocks you down, bends you over and fucks you like the dirty bitch that you are.
Cardin Winchester was no exception to this, yet he did not realise it until it was too late. His day had started off simple enough; he was minding his own business, thinking about all the different ways he could be an absolute parasite to society, completely unaware of what was about to transpire.
Then before he knew it, he was waking up in a dark room, chained to the wall and naked as sin. Kinda like how he was born, especially the sin part.
"W-Where am I?" he squeaked in his nasally voice. He always sounded like the lovechild of a mouse and a bag of helium. "Someone help me! I fear I'm in danger of being harmed."
An ominous laugh echoed in the shadows. Cardin would have wet himself in fear, had he not already done so before breakfast that morning. The sound of heels clicking against the cold floor could be heard in the distance.
"Well, well, well," a powerful feminine voice spoke. "Look what the wallaby dragged in."
The lights suddenly turned on, briefly blinding Cardin as his eyes adjusted to the light. Looking around, he saw bondadge toys decorarting the walls like pieces of art. Blindfolds, whips, beartraps, you name it, it was there. The room was like a museum for all things kinky.
And there, standing under the spotlight, was the dominating form of Velvet Scarlatina herself. Standing over seven foot and wearing a full leather dominatrix suit, she grinned down at Cardin, enjoying the way he trembled at the mere sight of her. Her eyes, glowing with glee, were slightly hidden underneath the cork hat that she was currently wearing. Her rabbit ears poked out from the top of it and were twitching in anticipation.
She held in her hands a leather whip, twisting and turning it in her hands like one would with a Rubik's Cube.
"V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-V-Velvet?" Cardin gasped.
"Ye' alright, mate?" Velvet grinned. "Yer' lookin' a rough right now."
"W-What's going on? What am I doing here. Why are you-"
"'Fuck up, cunt!" she snapped, cracking the whip on the floor. Cardin squeaked and flinched away from her, shaking like parkinson's. Velvet smirked at the sight of the bitch boy beneath her. "That's better. Now listen up, wanker, cause this is how things are gonna work out. For the next hour, we're gonna have more fun here in this room than a shrimp on the barbie."
"I don't understand, Velvet. Why am I here? What do you want with me."
"I'm glad ye' asked," she grinned, kneeling down to meet his eyes. "Ye' see, blokes round 'ere are tired of you being such a fuckin' wombat, mate. So I'm 'ere to teach ye' a few lessons, ye' get me?"
"Lessons?" The whole thing seemed to ludicrous to Cardin. "But I don't understand. This doesn't look like Beacon to me. And how will I take notes if my hands are chained!?"
"Cardin mate, this is the kinda lesson that money can't buy. And don't ye' worry about taking notes, cause yer' never gonna forget this. Now stand up and turn around!"
She cracked her whip again when she said that, causing Cardin to quickly stand up and turn his back to her. His ass was floppy and wrinkled like a shriveled raisin, but it would suffice for Velvet's activities.
"Velvet, please," Cardin whimpered. "Just let me go. Any more stress and I'll need my inhaler."
"Quit being such a drongo, mate," Velvet laughed. "Who knows, you might actually enjoy what happens next. I sure as shit will."
She did a few practice whip strikes on the wall next to her, preparing herself for the lashing she was about to deliver. Cardin was trembling on the spot. Velvet had always given him the abuse he so rightly deserved, but she had never gone this far before. He would describe this situation as being most irregular.
"So, here's what yer' gonna do," she snapped. "While I'm hitting ye' with this - making yer' arse look like a fuckin' zebra's - yer' gonna shout out the basic faunus rights law at the top of yer' lungs. And if you fuck up, I'mma hit even harder. Ye' understand, mate?"
"Yes, Vel-" No, he wouldn't call her that. She had always been his superior, so it was time to address her as such. "Yes, mistress," he whimpered.
"Glad to hear it." She raised the whip over her head and struck his tooshie with it. He cried out, his tone a mixture of pain and slightly more pain. Velvet bit her lip at the sound of his wail. "Speak up, cobber!"
"A-All faunus shall be viewed as equal to humans," Cardin wailed. "All humans shall treat faunus with the same respect they would show to their fellow man."
It wasn't hard for Cardin to repeat the faunus rights law, for he understood that among those who towered above him, the faunus were his main superiors. He could never hope to achieve the same level of intelligence the evolution champions possessed. He could only kiss their feet and beg for deliverance when in their presence.
"Yeah, that's right," Velvet moaned at the sound of equality. She struck his ass again. "Keep talking, prick!"
"All faunus shall have the same job opportunities as humans! Employers will pay each faunus worker fairly and equally to that of a human!"
The pain in his ass gave Cardin's voice strength. It was just about the only part of him that was strong. He felt like his legs would collapse underneath him, but he knew that would disappoint his mistress.
Each strike from the whip left red scars across his rear. Normally, aura would have protected him, but the whip Velvet was using was special. It had crocodile teeth tied to the end of it, which cut through aura like a butter through knife. Cardin's rump had no chance against the chompers of the beasts from her savage homeland.
"Proper good job, mate," Velvet cackled. "But we ain't done yet. Yer' forgetting the most important law. Now say it, ye' bitch." Velvet whipped his ass again with the strength of a lion-tamer. Cardin yelped in sorrow, earning another chuckle out of Velvet. "Crikey, and I thought it was only pigs that squealed. Come on, Cardin, just one more to go. Say it!"
Cardin's yellow, plaque-stained teeth chattered in his mouth. He knew exactly what Velvet was talking about, but was having a hard time saying it. If he spoke the words his mistress was talking about, he was in for a world of hurt and humiliation.
But he would get all of those things if he disobeyed her, too. There was no going back. This was a one-way street, and he was driving full speed ahead. It was the only way.
"Any and all violence between human and faunus will be met with legal action," Cardin whimpered softly. "Except when against the Winchester family. All faunus are allowed to express any hatred they have against them - be it through verbal or physical abuse - for the Winchesters are just a bunch of… a bunch of…"
Cardin gulped before finishing his sentence, "... buttheads."
Silence filled the room, as Cardin - and his anus - awaited Velvet's response. He couldn't turn round to look her in the eye, for it wasn't his place to gaze upon her features. If a rat stared at the sun, it's eyes would burn up. And whilst his wouldn't catch fire, there was more than one way to blind vermin.
He jolted slightly when he heard the sound of Velvet clapping slowly. He couldn't tell, but a predatory grin was stretching across her face, revealing her pearly white teeth that could only be achieved through good hygiene and a healthy diet.
"Ye' totally aced it, mate," she said happily. "Couldn't have said it better meself."
Cardin sighed in relief. He had pleased his mistress, which gave him more relief than a spoonful of sugar. "S-So does this mean I'm free to go?" He stuttered.
Velvet's merry laughter sent shivers down his spine. "No can do, mate. Ye' said it yerself; all faunus are allowed to take their aggression out on you." She walked up behind him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. "Failure to comply to this is a violation of my faunus rights," she whispered devilishly in his ear. "We can't be havin' now, can we?"
"N-No," he gritted out.
"That's what I thought. Now get comfy, cause I got alotta anger to work off."
She walked over to a drawer at one side of the room. After a bit of searching, she pulled out a boomerang and strapped it to her crotch, using it as a makeshift strap-on. She lubricated the tip of it with a bit of vegemite, before walking back over to Cardin's pale cheeks.
"Buckle yer' seatbelt, mate," she grinned. Cause I'm about to take ye' for a ride."
Before Cardin could point out that he had no seatbelt, Velvet thrussed the boomerang into his anus as far as she could, only stopping when her hips touched his asscheeks.
Cardin squealed as his insides were filled to the brim. The foreign sensation of being plugged from down under was painful yet exhilarating for him. The vegemite stirred within him, stoking a fire in his heart that he never knew existed. His submissive nature forced him to moan from the experience.
Velvet was pounding away, making a bigger hole in his butt than the one he already had in his heart. Cardin was about as tight as a hula hoop, but it didn't matter. Seeing him squirm and moan gave her all the energy she needed.
"What's yer' name?" she growled in between pounding him.
"Cardin," he grunted.
"Nah, mate, yer' real name." She roughly yanked his hair back again. She had given him a pet name long ago, one that she occasionally called him by on a daily basis."Say it!"
"Shelia!" he gasped. "My name is Sheila, mistress."
"Damn right it is." She slapped his wrinkly ass again, running a finger down one of the scars she had planted on it. He shivered at her touch. "Tell me how much ye' like this!"
"I-I love it, mistress!"
"Be specific, Sheila!"
"Like on a scale of one to ten?"
"Nah, just, like, an estimated percentage."
"Well, it's not quite reaching 100 percent, yet. But we're definitely pushing into the high eighties, maybe even low nineties."
"Good enough," she grunted. "Cause I'm not done yet."
She continued to bang him like a salvation army drum, Cardin's moans providing the beat. Each slap to his ass sent ripples across his skin, though they could have just been wrinkles, as Cardin's booty game was not on point.
"I gotta say, Cardin. Your outback could use some work," she moaned. "But it'll do for now."
Cardin nodded with the speed of a bobblehead. His mistress was happy, so he was happy. There was nothing better in his life than being second fiddle to someone. His body was an instrument, and Velvet was that one rock guy who smashed his instrument on stage.
He only wished she was punishing him in front of hundreds of people. The world needed to know how worthless he truly was. I mean, they already did, but this would have been their chance to truly see it. The only way this could be even more deliciously shameful was if she was throwing tomatoes at his face.
Cardin could feel himself close to release. His little firecracker was about to pop due to the humiliating pleasure he was getting from this. His knees wobbled from the blissful joy that was about to hit him.
"Velvet, I'm gonna-"
"No, ye' fuckin' don't!" she snapped, shoving the jar of vegemite around his dick, using it as cock ring. The jar swallowed his penis whole, but the sticky substance inside prevented him from having any release. "Ye' don't get to cum here. Today is all about me, got it?"
Cardin whimpered but nodded dutifully. Maybe if he was a good boy she'd let him release, but that vegemite wasn't getting any looser around his dick.
Velvet accepted his response and went back to pounding him. Cardin tried pleasing his mistress by moving against her, but he received a kick to the leg for that. He was not here to talk, move or whatever else he could do. He was simply here to get plugged.
Sweat trickled down Velvet's face as she screwed him. The term 'fucking like rabbits' could have been applied to the situation, but Cardin wasn't worthy of the title. On the food chain, he was lower than the larva. He was like one of those things you find at the bottom of the sea.
A pity he decided to find dry land.
Velvet's breathing hitched as she felt pleasure building up inside her. There was absolutely nothing attractive about Cardin, but the thought of punishing such a fuckboi was getting her all hot and bothered. Her ears twitched wildly through the cork hat. Soon, she would be unable to control herself.
Suddenly, the pleasure hit her like a steam train. She gripped Cardin's ass so tightly that the cheeks started to deflate, and she howled to the ceiling in pure, primal pleasure.
"Stone the flamin' crows!" she cried, pleasure wracking through her body. Cardin stood still as she rode out her orgasam, looking down to the floor with his lip trembling. His mistress had finished without him. A natural outcome of this encounter, but he didn't even have time to put a finger up his ass.
But at the end of the day, it was Velvet who had enjoyed herself the most, and that was the important thing. Besides, she was done with him now. As much as he liked serving her, he still had a busy day ahead of him. He hadn't even allowed the police to arrest him for revealing his face in public, yet.
"Not bad, Cardin. Not bad at all," she sighed. "Did ye' enjoy yourself?"
He nodded frantically. Velvet was in such a good mood, so he didn't want to ruin it with his ratty voice.
"Would ye' do it again if I asked ye' to?"
Again he nodded. Whatever his mistress wanted.
She gripped his shoulder tightly, nails running down his back as she brought them back down to his ass. "Good, cause I've got one last thing I wanna do."
What? How was this possible? His mistress was a woman of many talents, but that cry of pleasure just now sounded to intense for there to be a round two. As impossible as it was to belive, Velvet did have her limits.
Velvet leaned back to his ear again and pressed her lips against it. "Do you know what they say about boomerangs, Cardin?" she whispered harshly. She grinned when he saw his eyes widen in fear. "They always come back." With that said, she pulled out a remote from her hat and pressed a button.
Cardin felt the boomerang whirr inside him. He felt it shift into something longer, bigger and far more explosive than what it had originally been before. He finally looked behind him, only to see a huge rocket sticking out of his ass.
Velvet stood away from him, backing off to a safe distance. Her thumb caressed the button on the remote gently and lovingly. "That's right, mate. It's also a gun!"
With those final words etched into his mind, Velvet pressed the button again. Cardin saw his life flash before his eyes, which turned out to be as disappointing as the hand fate had just dealt him. He closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable.
"I know Kami has forgiven me," he muttered in one final breath.
*BOOM*
{Scene Break}
Team CFVY walked back to their dormroom, a little started to see smoke coming through the doorway.
When they stepped inside, they saw Velvet sitting inside whistling a merry tune, whilst sweeping the remains of skeleton that was kneeling on the floor with its ass sticking out. It was impossible to tell who the skeleton belonged to, but the bone structure indicated it was a prick.
"G'day, mates," Velvet chirped, giving them a quick wave as they entered the room.
"Velvet, what the hell happened in here?" Coco gasped. "Who's the dead guy? What's with all these sex toys. Where can I buy that hat?"
"Funny ye' should mention that," Velvet smiled. "I just got done teaching Beacon's resident bogan a thing or two about respect. I guess you could say it started and ended-" Velvet sntatched Coco's sunglasses and put them on, "-with a bang!"
The room erupted into laughter. That was so Velvet; always getting involved in wacky shenanigans. What would that silly bunny think of next?
"Now, enough of this circle jerk, mates. Let's have a beer. I dunno about you, but I could use a cold one."
Team CFVY cheered in approval at her suggestion. Yatsu carried her on her shoulders as they set off to find the nearest bar they could find, leaving Cardin's smokey skeletal remains behind. It was true what they say; not all heroes wore capes.
But some had huge floppy bunny ears.
The End
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Blake's pen gently rolled out of her hand, hitting the floor with a soft thud. She paid it no mind, as her eyes were glued to her work. Her eyes scanned over every word, every paragraph, every single bit of punctuation. She rested her book on the table, a satisfied smirk stretching across her face.
Perfection.
The word didn't even come close to describing the quality of her work, but it was close enough. Very soon, she would probably have to start inventing her own words, if only to describe the absolute flawlessness of her art.
She rubbed her hands together, still reading over what she had written. It came as no surprise to her that she may have gotten a little excited when writing this, in more ways than one. It was understandable, though. If even she could be swayed from her own writing, imagine how a casual reader would react to it. Their senses would simply be overloaded with her genius.
Ah, but there lay the hidden danger. As brilliant as her art was, it was also very dangerous. In the wrong hands, it could easily do more harm than good. There was no doubt that her art had the ability to reshape the world, but it would do so to make a world of peace and love. Imagine if Torchwick got his hands on such power.
Or worse… Adam…
She shook her head sadly and put the book away. Unfortunately, the world simply wasn't ready for her genius. Not yet, anyway. But when everyone finally decided to turn away from methods such as petty violence and conflict as a way of resolving things, she would help them usher in a new way of thinking.
Until then, her genius would have to remain private. It was tragic - almost unbearably so - but no one said being a hero was gonna be easy.
She stood up from her chair and walked back to the door. Zwei had since moved from Weiss' bed and was cowering in the corner. She scoffed. As if a dog of all creatures could ever hope to understand her way of thinking. That being said, it didn''t have to look at her like she was some terrifying monster.
She had barely made it to the door, when it started to become covered with ice. She had only a second to react, when it suddenly exploded in front of her. Ice shards flew across the room, leaving Blake no choice but to hide under one of the beds.
Picking herself up, she looked to see the cause of the explosion was none other than Weiss Schnee, who was standing in what was left of the doorway. When Zwei recognised her, he instantly hid between her legs, putting as much distance between him and Blake as possible.
Weiss was seething seething with rage, looking a lot more red than her usual shade of white. Myrtenaster was held in her hand, her knuckles going white from how tight she was gripping it. She could feel the air around the heiress freeze from the cold fury her body was providing.
Yeah, Weiss did not look happy at all.
"Blake Belladonna," she hissed. "You and I need to have a little talk…"
I went to Australia once.
Anyway, thank you for reading this. The plot ball is starting to roll with this one, meaning I still have to take it somewhat seriously. Rest assured though, it will not detract from the main theme of this story. This is just pure silliness, so don't expect any Shakespearean levels of tragedy just yet.
Speaking of which, October is coming up soon. Who's ready for another horror one shot from me?